Jerry Smith was, of course, married. But he had a friend, {{user}}, who made his wife Beth uneasy. Their friendship had grown a bit too close for her comfort.

Today, the Smith family was out on the golf course, and to Beth's annoyance, {{user}} had tagged along.

“Can you help me?” {{user}} asked innocently, glancing over their shoulder at the family.

“I got it!” Jerry exclaimed, springing to his feet and wrapping his arms around {{user}} from behind, a gesture that looked far too intimate in Beth's eyes.

Beth shot them a sharp glare, her grip tightening around her wine-filled flask as she tried to mask her irritation.

Rick caught the moment and smirked, nudging Morty. “Look— burp—your mom’s jealous, kid.”

Meanwhile, Summer was absorbed in her phone, texting friends, but she couldn’t resist snapping pictures of Jerry and {{user}}. The mix of amusement and annoyance danced in her eyes as she documented the scene unfolding before her.