I did not take $10 from your wallet.
Yes, you did.
No, you owed me 17 from that time I bought you a t-shirt
at the Stone Boys concert, so I'm not--
I've got to talk to you guys.
Uh-uh. Uh-uh. I paid you back for that in dimes, remember?
You borrowed those from me.
I've really gotta talk to you.
Not now, Charlie. Plus, I had Will pick up that CD for you,
so I'm up like 23 at least.
It's sort of a big thing to me...
Not now, Char, 23?
...and I've thought about how to say this...
You're not getting a penny from me
Hey, what about my dimes?
Those are dimes you took from me, Claud.
Kirsten's moving in.
What?
This isn't exactly how I wanted to break the news,
but, anyway, she's moving in...
...with us.
With me.
Wow. Kind of fast, isn't it, Charlie?
Yeah, I mean, a month ago,
you guys weren't even talking to each other.
Yeah, well, it's been a pretty intense month for us,
and, uh... this is what we want.
We decided.
She's really going to be here? I mean, be here all the time?
Isn't it great?
She's going to live in Mom and Dad's room?
Yeah, in my room.
I'm, uh... I'm moving her stuff in today.
Anyway, it's pretty incredible news, huh?
I can't believe you.
I mean, you just announce it like that?
A person is moving in with us to stay.
Even if it is Kirsten. It's a big deal.
I mean, that changes everything around here.
No, it doesn't. I mean, Come on.
She's right, Charlie.
You did owe it to us to at least talk to us about it first.
What?
You guys love Kirsten.
That's not the point.
You don't have the right to make a decision about who lives in this house.
Our house.
♪ Everybody wants to live ♪
♪ Like they wanna live ♪
♪ And everybody wants to love ♪
♪ Like they wanna love ♪
♪ Everybody wants to be ♪
♪ Closer to free ♪
♪ Everybody wants to live ♪
♪ Like they wanna live ♪
♪ Everybody wants to love ♪
♪ Like they wanna love ♪
♪ Everybody wants to be ♪
♪ Closer to free ♪
Watch it, watch the door, tilt it back.
I'm tilting. I'm tilting.
Just keep moving forward.
-Ow! -What?
Oh, God.
Are you okay?
-Ah! -Let me see.
Just a finger. I have more.
What are you doing?
Mutilating your brother.
Just hoisting some furniture.
That's mom's dresser.
No kidding. The drawers are kind of shallow.
Kirsten has a big one we're going to move in tomorrow.
What?
Where are you going to put it?
I don't know. Garage, maybe.
The garage? Charlie, this is part of the bedroom set
that Nana and Papa gave Mom and Dad for their wedding.
Really?
Maybe we shouldn't move it, Charlie.
Oh, please, Jule. It's like 30 years old.
It's got a history, huh?
Well, we played hide-and-seek behind it when we were kids,
and we'd put Claudia in one of the drawers
and pretend she was in the morgue.
You're really going to put it in the garage and let it rot?
You know what? I can definitely use it.
It'll work fine.
No, um, move it in my room. I'll use it.
Whatever.
Happy?
Excuse me, sir.
Uh, I can't decide.
Would you recommend calfskin or the alligator
for someone who's into the bondage scene?
Jill...
What?
For God's sakes, Bailey, just live it up a little.
Check these out.
Try them on.
Oh, wow. They're you.
Seventy bucks.
Does the size fit?
As if. I'm not paying 70 bucks for a pair of gloves.
Come on. Let's, uh, find the baby section.
I'm going to get that parka for Owen.
You coming?
Hey, I got an idea.
Why don't we stop in the mattress department on the way out,
you know, and sample a few beds,
see how many salespeople we can freak out.
Come on.
What do you think?
Nice. I mean, it's not exactly "Silent Night," but it's nice.
What's it for?
I have to sing it when I'm called to the Torah to be bar mitzvahed.
Julia has this friend who got bar mitzvahed a couple of years ago.
What did she get? I think she got a laser-disc player
and some savings bonds.
Savings bonds are stinky gifts.
That's not the point, Claudia.
You know, you could take this more seriously.
I mean, being Jewish is important to me.
What do you mean? I take this very seriously.
It's hard enough for me to be kind of,
you know, seeing someone who isn't Jewish.
If we got married, it would just kill my grandmother.
I don't want to do that.
-Get married? -Kill your grandmother.
Oh.
Artie, if we did get married...
I mean, if, say, in the next 10 to 15 years,
I don't meet a single person I like nearly as much as I like you,
and, of course, you don't either,
what would we do religion-wise?
That's a toughie.
Statistics on the failure rate of mixed marriages are staggering.
Life is so complicated.
It'd be nice if we believed in the same thing, wouldn't it?
I guess one of us could switch.
I mean, you know, like...
Convert?
Oh, I couldn't do that. I couldn't!
Oh.
"September 27, 1982.
The Haydn is a mess and I spent the morning trying to talk Avery
out of taking it into the studio.
We fought,
and in the middle of my histrionics,
he said, "Let's try it again right this second,"
and, amazingly, it worked.
He makes me better.
October 21st.
Nick and the boys took Avery and me to the airport.
Julia cried when I kissed her goodbye.
An awkward moment between Nick and Avery at the gate.
The flight was coast-to-coast turbulence.
Avery held my hand the whole way and made me listen
to a very bad recording of Mendelssohn on the airplane headphones.
It helped.
October 22nd.
Avery insisted we knock off rehearsal early
and go for a walk.
We ended up on the Upper West Side in a used book store.
He bought me this ancient edition of Dante's Inferno.
I read the Paolo and Francesca chapter
when I got back to my room.
It was so romantic.
I just called home.
but Nick's putting the kids to bed and can't talk.
November 1st.
The recording session is over. Seven takes of the Handel.
My fault, all of them, Avery got me through it.
At the postmortem party, I watched him across the room.
and when he smiled at me, this beautiful and warm smile,
I actually looked over my shoulder
because I assumed it was meant for someone else.
We slipped out a back exit
and took a carriage ride around the park,
around and around and around."
No. You have to guess.
Okay.
Soft, non-edible.
I don't know. A rabbit?
People eat rabbits.
How big is it?
"Yes or no" answers only.
Okay, okay. Is it bigger than my hand?
I'd say it's pretty much the same size.
Yes. Yes.
I don't know, Jill.
Really, I'm terrible at this. Just tell me.
All right. Close your eyes.
Okay. Open them.
You like them?
Like them? Are you kidding me? Jill...
These are a fortune.
They'll keep your hands warm so we can keep the top down all winter long.
God, when did you...
I didn't even see you buy these.
Oh, I didn't...
Buy them.
Oh.
See, the black matches your Jeep.
Oh, just put them on already.
So which side do you want?
We could flip a coin.
Better yet, why don't we just see where we end up?
Charlie...
What?
They'll hear.
No, they won't.
Oh, it's so loud.
I can't.
I can't. It's embarrassing,
you know, if I think people can hear.
Look, they know we're together.
It's not going to come as a total shock.
I know, but, still, I feel inhibited.
Well, we can't have that, can we?
What are you doing?
Snooping around to see what kind of birth control they use?
Oh, gross.
What are you doing?
Bay, when we packed up Mom and Dad's stuff,
do you remember seeing any journals?
No. Neither one of them kept a journal.
But that's not necessarily the kind of stuff you'd know, right?
I mean, let's say Mom did keep a journal,
and she hid it somewhere so no one would see it.
I mean, maybe we weren't looking hard enough
when we packed everything up.
Well, we, we found those love letters
they wrote each other, remember?
Mmm-hmm.
We found that weird see-through nightgown of Mom's.
We found that picture of Dad's butt
that Mom took when they went to Jamaica.
I'd say we found all the stuff they didn't want us to know about.
It's weird seeing her stuff here.
Kirsten's.
Hey, Kirsten?
Mmm-hmm?
What are you?
What am I?
What do you mean, like what's my sign?
No. Your religion. What are you?
I'm... Well, I'm kind of an agnostic, actually.
No kidding?
I don't know any of those.
What is an agnostic?
An agnostic is someone who neither denies or accepts God.
Nor. Neither, nor.
You mean you don't believe in God?
The thing is, I don't know for sure.
That's what an agnostic is. Someone who doesn't know.
So, like, your family, they're agnostics too.
No, actually, they're Episcopalians, like you guys.
You mean you converted?
No, not formally,
but I thought about it a lot and I tried to figure out
you know, what felt right for me.
Say you and Charlie have kids,
would you want them to be agnostic?
I'd like them to learn as much as they can
about all kinds of religions
and then make up their own minds.
And you wouldn't be mad if it was different from what you believed?
Claudia, religion is a very personal thing.
Just because their parents believe in something
doesn't necessarily mean that their kids have to.
Right.
Exactly.
You're not having...
A weird conscience thing here, are you?
A conscience thing?
No, no. I'm not.
It's just, uh...
It's a practical thing with me, You know, I figure
why steal something that you don't really need?
Don't be a drag, Bailey.
It's supposed to be real clear tonight.
You could put these on.
We could take the top down on the Jeep and just...
...go.
Yes.
Yeah.
No.
What?
Uh...
I have this thing tonight, this family thing.
We eat dinner together once a week.
It's kind of a tradition.
-Really? -Yeah.
You eat dinner together?
We did that once, my family, when I was, like, seven.
No, really, it's very quaint.
Can you get out of it?
"Blessed art thou, O Lord, our God,
who commanded us to kindle--"
Claud, what are you doing?
The prayer over the Sabbath candles.
-Excuse me? -Well, I wanted to do it in Hebrew,
and they've got this funny translation
that I can't quite figure out.
See...
Claud, why are you doing this?
You mean, 'cause it isn't Sabbath?
No, I mean, 'cause we're not Jewish.
Oh.
Well, Jule, I kind of have something important to tell you,
and try to keep an open mind about this,
'cause I'm thinking about it, about becoming Jewish.
Artie and I have discussed it pretty thoroughly,
and, well, I'm thinking of converting.
You're not converting.
I don't think it's really your decision, Jule.
It's not like making me go to bed at bedtime.
It's kind of a...
A personal choice.
Not for you. You're too young.
That's not what Kirsten said.
She said that every person has--
I don't care what Kirsten said, okay?
Kirsten is not a part of this family, Claudia.
You don't just change your religion
like you would change a stupid sweater.
It's a part of who we are.
Really?
It didn't matter much to Mom and Dad.
I mean, it's not like we ever went to church or anything.
You don't have to go to church for it to matter. It mattered to them.
God, everyone is perfectly okay with just throwing everything away.
You're not converting and that's final.
-Hey, Joe. -Hey, kiddo.
I'll get C.C. to set your table up in a second.
Oh, the others aren't here yet. It's just me.
Listen, you got a sec? I need to ask you something.
Yeah, shoot.
Do you know a man named Avery Baltus?
Avery Baltus? God.
I haven't heard that name in a while.
Yeah. He was a cellist, right?
He and your mom used to perform together for a while,
and they made some recordings.
What was he like? Was he handsome?
Never did a thing for me.
Were Dad and he close?
Uh, he was more your mom's friend,
or colleague.
Why all the questions, Jule?
So they weren't friends, Dad and this guy, is that what you're saying?
Well, no, but--
Why didn't Dad like him?
Uh, like I said, honey, it was a very long time ago,
so I don't know.
Maybe they didn't hit it off or something.
Or maybe, uh...
Dad didn't like him 'cause he was having an affair with my Mom.
What?
Julia...
Well, did they have an affair?
Well, no, of course not.
Come on, Joe. I'm old enough to know the truth.
Please? It's important. I need to know.
I don't know.
You mean they might have?
You mean it's possible?
Honestly, Julia, I... I don't know.
Okay.
Not exactly an amazing turnout for your first family dinner.
Usually no one misses it.
-Hey. -Hey.
Where you been? We waited for you.
I came by early to talk to Joe.
Where's Bailey going to sit?
You know what? I'll just pull up a chair.
Yeah. I'll get you one.
So, what do you guys order? What's the usual?
Anything except the manicotti.
Hey.
-Bailey. -Sorry I'm late...
We're late.
Thanks for inviting me.
So...
We don't really have the room.
Well, I guess we'll just have to move
to a bigger table, then, won't we?
This is the table we always sit at.
Well, tonight we'll sit over there, okay? It's no big deal.
Joe, we're going to sit over there, okay?
Yeah, go ahead.
I thought this was a family dinner.
Can I talk to you for a second?
Yeah. Sit down.
Be right back.
What's the problem?
What's going on, Bay? I mean, why is she here?
Jill? Because I want her here.
Come on. We always said this was a family thing, right?
We don't bring other people, we don't make other plans. It's just us.
You've got to be kidding me. You're saying this with Kirsten sitting right there?
That is different.
How the hell is that different?
Keep your voice down.
It's different because she's living with me.
Because this is serious with us, and she's part of my life,
which means that she's part of this family...
Not some first date.
For your information, this is not some first date.
You know what, Bay? You're taking advantage here, and it's not fair to the others.
So in other words, you get to change the rules
about how things work around here, and no one else does.
Yeah, you got it. You really understand.
Yeah, well, screw that.
I'll tell you what, Char,
you send Kirsten home, and I'll send Jill home.
How's that for a solution?
I guess we're all having dinner together, then, huh?
Kirsten.
Claud?
Why are you guys sleeping on the floor?
Mmm.
What do you want, Claud?
I don't feel so good.
I'm all sweaty, and my stomach really hurts.
Let me feel.
I think I'm going to throw up.
You want me to go with you?
-Yeah. -You don't have to.
No, it's okay. I don't mind.
Claud, you okay?
She'll be fine. Go back to sleep.
Oh, I hate throwing up.
I know. I'm right here.
I'm right here.
It's okay.
Hey, you didn't have to wait up.
She's going to be fine.
It's probably just a 24-hour bug or something.
Anyway, I got her cleaned up
and changed nighties and had some ginger ale.
I read her Harriet the Spy.
What?
I love you.
Well, I love you too.
No. That's not...
I didn't say it to hear it said back.
I just wanted you to know.
I am totally, completely in love with you.
I love you being here.
I love that you got up for her just now, without even thinking about it.
Claud wanted you. She asked for you.
All right, and this is, uh...
...some sort of research project?
Yes, we're, um... We're supposed to investigate
the early works and recordings of an important musician.
Important musician?
I see, and you got me?
I got you.
Yes.
Oh, um, you did some recordings in New York in the early '80s.
That's right. That's right. Columbia Masterworks.
Well, you've done your homework.
A series of duets.
Right, for cello and violin.
With a violinist named, um...
Sorry. I don't remember.
Diana Gordon Salinger.
S-A-L-I-N-G-E-R.
Thanks.
Digs.
What?
That's the name I used to call her.
From the letters in her name, "Digs."
She hated it.
Used to swat me.
It's, uh... It's sad.
She died.
God, it must be almost a year ago now.
Really?
Well, we had lost touch long before that.
Oh, she was a wonderful violinist.
You never knew what she was going to do,
where her music was going to take her.
She was completely impossible to play with.
She was, she was my favorite.
I'm sorry. This is not what you came for.
Uh, no, um... It's really helpful.
I'm interested in these recordings you did.
Well, they would be very hard to find.
They were the only recordings she ever made.
Really? Why?
She quit...
Uh, to raise a family.
Two boys and a girl.
It's a shame.
Not for them. For me.
I could show you a picture. She really was quite beautiful.
I'm sorry. This is ridiculous. I'm very embarrassed.
It's just that, uh...
I really was in love with her.
Well, uh...
I'm sorry. Is there anything else?
Uh...
No.
Bailey, look at these.
I love them.
Yeah, you look great. How much are they?
Fifty five dollars? Wow.
I want them.
Can you afford a $55 pair of shades? 'Cause I can't.
No, I can't afford them at all,
but I want them.
Jill...
I got you something the other day.
Jill...
I want them.
Hey, buddy.
Yeah?
Take your hand out of your pocket, please.
I got him.
Hey, Julia.
What's that?
Matzo Ball Soup.
Special request from your sister.
She thought it was the only thing her stomach could handle.
So what are your plans for the rest of the afternoon?
Enrolling her in Hebrew school?
-What? -Or maybe after that
you could rearrange the furniture, get rid of some more stuff.
How about Mom's piano? I mean, none of us really use it.
It just takes up space, right?
Julia, come on.
You told Claudia that it was okay for her to convert.
Convert.
I did not.
I told her she had to make up her own mind about what she believed.
And who are you to tell her that?
She came to me. She asked me.
So it's okay, then, for you to tell her
she just can just walk away from what Mom and Dad believed?
Look, maybe I should've handled it differently.
I didn't mean to--
To act like you're her mother.
That's what you're doing, you know.
Giving her advice, making her soup.
She comes to me when she's sick.
Well, I'm sorry.
She didn't this time.
That's 'cause you've got her all confused.
I mean, we have had enough changes around here as it is.
We don't need anymore.
She's disappearing.
My mom is disappearing,
and every time you guys move her things
or tell Claudia that it's okay for her to be something else,
there's less and less of her in this house.
And pretty soon, there's not gonna be anything left of her at all.
Look, I'm sorry, man. I know it was stupid.
Stupid?
Stupid doesn't begin to cover it, Bay.
Okay, so I screwed up.
What's the worst they can do, huh?
They could arrest you.
In fact, that's probably what they're doing right now,
calling the police, getting ready to haul you off,
and you'd better believe that I'm gonna let you sit on your ass in jail overnight.
They'd do that over a lousy pair of sunglasses?
-I don't think so. -Yeah, it's pretty obvious you don't think.
Hey, leave her out of this.
Was this her idea?
Jill.
Feel free to call me Jill.
No, it wasn't.
You're just into ladies' sunglasses, is that it?
Is there something you want to tell me, Bay?
Well, you're lucky, son.
The management's decided not to press charges.
Thank you, sir. Thanks.
We really appreciate that, Mr. Thurman,
and it won't happen again. I promise.
Isn't that right, Bay?
Yes.
I mean, no, it won't happen again, sir.
Julia, I need to talk to you.
-Charlie-- -It can't wait.
In my room, now.
I heard about what happened yesterday.
-Charlie, you don't have to-- -Great.
So this is how it works?
I'm not tattling on you, Julia.
Really.
I just think we all need to sit down and--
I think you owe her an apology.
-Forget this. -Charlie, stop.
Maybe we started out on the wrong foot here.
I think we probably should have come and talked to you guys before I moved in.
Yeah, you should have.
We made a mistake.
That still doesn't give you the right to make her feel unwelcome.
Charlie...
You actually think she wants to come in here and replace Mom?
Do you?
You actually think she wants to be your mother?
Damn right she doesn't,
any more than I want to run around
acting like some replacement for Dad.
Chasing after Bailey, dealing with you...
I'm sick of it half the time.
Okay, Charlie.
I'm not trying to take anyone's place, Julia.
I don't know what's going on with you, 'cause you seem so sensitive.
I feel like I'm losing her.
Julia...
And I don't want to talk about it, because it's really not your fault.
She is not disappearing, okay, Jule?
I'm not going to get rid of any of her stuff,
and no one is going to replace her.
I promise,
and actually, not that much has changed around here.
I know.
All we want is to be together,
and we've got to do it in this house,
because I don't have any choice.
It's not like I can go off and get myself a place.
I know how much you give up for us, Charlie.
All I'm asking is just that you cut us a little slack here.
I mean,
come on, give us half the chance to make this work.
It's not too much to ask.
No.
It's not too much to ask.
So what's the deal with pork and stuff?
That's only if you're kosher.
You can't have pork or shrimp,
and you can't have a hamburger and milkshake at the same time.
Oh. Brutal.
But you don't have to be kosher.
We're not kosher.
Oh, good. That's easier,
because I'm already having a little trouble with my family
on the conversion issue.
-They're pissed? -Yeah.
Well, historically,
Jews have always been persecuted.
So you're saying I should just get used to it?
Yeah.
It's just tough.
I'm sorry. I should quit complaining.
Oh, no.
If you're really becoming Jewish,
you should never apologize for complaining.
I just can't figure it out about religion,
if it's something you believe in,
or if it's just, you know, something you are,
and if it's something you are, then how can you convert?
And if it's something you believe in,
then how can I convert until I believe in it?
I'm sorry. Could you run that by me again?
Maybe becoming Jewish
could really be important to me some day.
Hey, like it is to you.
I just have to learn more about it.
Like...
What are all those names on the wall?
Those are people who died.
It's to remember them,
and there's this special prayer
that we say to remember them too.
Really?
Yeah.
It's called the "Mourners' Kaddish."
Can you teach it to me?
I don't even want to talk about it.
He's such a stupid hypocrite.
Yeah, well, he's over 20.
That's what happens to people.
I mean, you wouldn't believe some of the stuff that he did.
You know, he holds the record
for most days being sent to the principal's office in a row.
Nine. Nine days.
That's like, that's like, eight years ago, and the record still stands.
What's your point, Bailey?
My point is, is that I don't want to hear it from him.
I don't want to hear how I screwed up
or how, how disappointed he is,
like it's some big deal, I mean, so what?
So I took something. So what?
Exactly. So what?
It just, it just pisses me off, that's all.
Well,
at least Charlie came down.
What?
No one in my family was even around to bail me out.
I mean, a little anger is better than being ignored.
Yeah? I don't think so.
Well, trust me, okay?
It's 'cause you're not ignored.
Well, I wouldn't mind if my whole family just,
left me the hell alone once in a while.
You're Julia, her daughter,
her little girl, all grown up.
I went back and looked at the recordings.
I hadn't looked at them in a long time,
and there on the liner notes was the picture of her.
It could've been a picture of you.
I don't know why I didn't put it together right away.
I'm sorry. I should've said something.
Well, these are tapes of our recording sessions.
I thought you might like to hear them.
I would. Thanks.
Uh...
So it was really her you wanted to know about?
Not me. Why didn't you just ask?
I thought if you knew who I was,
you wouldn't be honest with me,
about who you were to each other.
Who we were?
We were friends, Julia.
I can handle the truth.
So my mom had an affair.
With you.
So I should know that, right?
So I don't walk around thinking my parents had this perfect marriage.
We didn't have an affair, Julia.
You said you were in love with her.
You told me.
I was in love with her.
And she was in love with you.
I read her journals.
I know...
I know about New York.
New York?
You want to know the truth?
The truth was, it was a beautiful night,
and we had just played Bach
better than we ever played it in our entire lives,
and we had too much to drink
and too many people telling us how wonderful we were,
and she had on this long, black dress,
and she lost her barrette someplace around 6th Avenue,
and her hair was just whipping all over the place,
and she was 32 and away from home,
and I told her I was in love with her.
And for a moment,
it might've happened,
but, uh,
when we got back to the hotel, uh,
her room was filled with flowers.
Dozens of flowers. They were from your father.
There was a note, she wouldn't let me read it,
but it made her laugh.
She just sat on the bed and laughed and laughed,
and I knew I had lost her.
We played duets together for a short time, Julia,
but she was in love with your father.
There was never one second,
never one second, where that wasn't the truth.
Were they lilies?
'Cause, uh,
'cause he would bring her lilies home sometimes.
Yes.
They were lilies.
Yeah? Who is it?
Did you buy this new creme rinse?
'Cause it sucks big time.
My hair's all in knots.
You want me to...
I don't know.
You still mad at me?
I'll try not to talk, okay?
Okay.
Thanks.
Jule, I kind of got to thinking.
Maybe I shouldn't convert to Judaism after all.
No?
Why not?
Well, things were going pretty good.
I mean, I was actually getting pretty good
at the pronunciations and stuff,
like, like it's "k-vetch,"
one syllable, not two,
and I really like the stories of the holidays.
Hanukkah's pretty cool.
I mean, eight days of presents.
It's a beautiful religion
and maybe I could believe in it,
but then I kind of hit a snag.
Oh, you did?
Yeah.
Well, Artie and I got to talking about death and stuff
and where people go,
and Mom and Dad, they're in heaven.
I mean, I know that,
but it's the heaven they believe in, right?
And that makes sense, doesn't it?
Yeah, I guess.
So I got to thinking that maybe that's why
I need to believe what they believed.
So that you believe in the same heaven?
Well, yeah.
I can't take the chance that some day we might not
all end up in the same place.
I kind of need to know that we'll all be together.
Why did you stop?
Keep going.
What?
Charlie, come on.
Sit down.
I have a surprise for you.
You didn't buy me some incredibly extravagant gift, did you?
No.
Hmm.
Bounce up and down.
What?
I fixed it.
No squeak.
-Oh, okay. -Which means...
We can still be happy at night
and wake up refreshed in the morning.
What a handy guy you are.
What?
Nothing.
Charlie...
Oh, come on.
I can't.
It's just a little squeak.
A medium squeak.
I can't.
Kirsten, what are you going to do?
Tiptoe around the house,
hide your toothbrush in the bathroom,
get your mail at a post office box?
So they can hear us. So we make love.
So what?
You know what? You're not invisible,
and I don't want you to be, and you don't have to be, because you belong here.
Let's let everybody know how much you belong here.
What do you say? Let's make some noise.
Just don't scream "Bravo" when we're finished.
God, look at the time.
They going to be worried about you?
Probably.
Definitely.
So...
Where should we go?
Where do you want to go?
Um, Mexico.
Why not?
Tell you what.
Hop in.
How about...
If we just drive until we run out of gas?
You got a full tank?
Let's do it.
So how far you think we'll get?
Not a clue.
Maybe someplace I've never been before.
Oh, I never get that right. What is my problem?
- You're rushing it. - I am?
Was that better?
Stop smirking. Yours wasn't perfect either.
Excuse me?
Oh, I never get that right. What is my problem?
- You're rushing it. - I am?
Was that better?
Stop smirking. Yours wasn't perfect either.
Excuse me?
What? You didn't hear that?
Your stomach was gurgling through the adagio.
So what?
It sounds good as a trio.
Stop smirking. Yours wasn't perfect either.
Excuse me?
What? You didn't hear that?
Your stomach was gurgling through the adagio.
So what? It sounds good as a trio.
Okay. All right. All right, all right.
All right. That's wonderful.
That's, that's just wonderful.
Digs the professional. I like that. Here we go.
- Okay. - Okay, I'm fine.
Okay.
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