Jill!
Right. Thanks a lot. Later.
Need a light?
Thanks, man.
Sorry.
It's okay.
So, uh...
So, look, I was wondering if you could help me out.
I'm, uh, I'm looking to... to buy.
And you're coming to me?
I-- I'm a friend of Jill...
Holbrook's.
Oh, Jill.
So, uh...
so what could I get for...
for, like, 20 bucks?
Anything you want, man.
Just name it.
♪ Everybody wants to live ♪
♪ Like they wanna live ♪
♪ And everybody wants to love ♪
♪ Like they wanna love ♪
♪ Everybody wants to be ♪
♪ Closer to free ♪
Okay, so what's another example
of the poet using an ordinary, everyday image
as a romantic metaphor?
Caroline?
"You're wrapped up in yourself like a spool"?
That's a simile. But good.
Evan?
"You're vague as fog and looked for like mail."
Yep.
Now, that's the one place in the poem
where the poet directly implicates himself.
"You are looked for."
"I look for you."
It's that simple. "You are what I want."
Owen's going down for his nap.
Sweet dreams, sweetie.
Why don't you put him down?
I'm in the middle.
Ah, come on, Charlie. He wants you to. Look at him.
He doesn't care who puts him down.
What?
Yesterday you put his diaper on backward.
The absorbent part goes in front, where he tinkles.
Thanks for the tip.
I feel a lecture coming on here.
No lecture.
You guys are great with Owen.
It's just, you act like brothers and sisters around him
when what he really should have
is someone who acts like a father.
Don't quote your textbooks back to me, Kirsten.
How many words does he say?
-I'm not playing this game. -Five.
Five words.
He says "baba" for bottle,
"bana" for banana, he says "no,"
he says "mine," and he says "Bill."
He says Bill?
Tim.
Don't remember you mentioning him.
We went to this Guns N' Roses concert before I met you.
He said he had backstage passes,
so I figured, you know, what the hell.
Well, turns out he didn't,
and then there was this nightmare scene backstage with the bouncer and...
Anyway... Come on.
Dance with me.
So you two, like... Dated?
No, We went to a concert once.
He's a creep.
Why?
-He just is. -Why?
Did he...
Did he try something with you?
Did he make a move?
What didn't you like about him?
He deals, okay?
I didn't know it when we went out,
and when I found out, I told him I wasn't interested.
He just...
He didn't get it, you know?
And then today,
he puts this note in my locker
saying I still owe him $25 for the concert, which I do not,
and he can just go to hell, as far as I'm concerned,
which is exactly what I told him in the parking lot.
I'm not doing anything, Bailey.
I'm not.
All right, you want to see the note?
I've got it in my jacket. Let me just go--
No.
No, it's okay.
Listen, I don't have time to cook.
I have a date with Owen,
so either one of you two cooks, or we bring in.
How about Chinese?
There's that new Szechuan place on Union.
Artie, you're still here?
I thought you left hours ago.
Is he permanent?
I'm serving two meals a day.
Want Szechuan for dinner, Jule?
Oh, it's up to you. I'm not gonna be here anyway.
I'm studying with Justin.
-Big test tomorrow? -No.
Is this you?
Drawing self-portraits in class? Kind of on the conceited side, don't you think?
I didn't draw it. Justin did.
Why?
Well, just because...
Because...
He drew a picture of you?
Yeah.
You two aren't--?
Kind of, I guess.
Huh.
I need an answer on the Szechuan, guys.
Szechuan's good.
I was gonna tell you guys about him.
I thought you didn't like Justin.
Yeah, I thought you thought he was, kind of a nerd.
No, no. He's great.
Well, are you gonna kiss him?
Claud...
I mean, you've known him all your life.
Jule, isn't that kind of like...
kissing Bailey?
Hey, a lot of people would give their right arms, I'll have you know.
I mean, there are, like, friends,
and there are, like, boyfriends.
Claudia, shut up.
So we're all definitely decided on Szechuan, then?
Thanks for being so great about this.
Don't expect me home for a while.
I got invited to stay for dinner.
I've got an idea.
Why don't you stay for dinner, Artie?
You want to try?
Fractions.
I'll go again.
Artie...
I'm 11 years old.
I am just too young to be living with someone.
You want me to go home.
You're just...
You're getting a little clingy.
Fine.
I'll call my dad.
Do you have, like, some really yucky relative visiting
you don't want to see?
Forget it.
-Artie... -It's none of your business.
Well, when you're here all the time,
it sort of is my business.
Jerk.
It's my mom and dad, okay?
They're just... fighting all the time.
You can pretty much hear them all the way down the block.
My dad's sleeping in the guest room
and my mom cries a lot.
I just...
don't want to be there.
They're gonna split up.
You can tell.
The Exorcist is on cable tonight.
I always wanted to see it,
but I can't watch it alone.
Too scary.
What do you say?
And then the doctor turned to me and he says...
He says, "Do you want to cut the cord?"
There I was, holding this mucousy kid,
and he's the most beautiful thing
I've ever seen in my life...
And...
I'm... I'm sorry.
Just thinking about that moment...
Would any of our other daddies like to share?
I was, uh...
I was leaving to go to work this morning,
and Michael was sitting in his highchair,
and he holds his arms out to me and he says,
"Bup."
Cassie said "bup" last week.
Patrick said "dada."
Has that happened to you yet?
I'm telling you, when it does...
I'm sorry.
I never used to be like this.
I guess it's becoming a father.
Well, how about you, Charlie?
Why don't you tell us how having, uh,
Owen has changed your life?
Gee. How to answer that question?
Um, how has Owen changed my life?
You know what? I'm going to, uh...
I'm going to pass.
So this is like a full-time shelter?
Oh, we can't afford that yet.
Not until we get these requests mailed out.
I'm licking as fast as I can.
Good. Don't stop.
We're open twice a week. Fridays and Saturdays.
We serve about, oh... 500 meals.
We can always use another volunteer.
Maybe some Friday?
Friday?
What?
Oh. That's a big date night, huh?
Am I right?
Yeah, kind of, Mom.
Well, maybe Julia's seeing the kind of guy who happens to think
that serving turkey to the homeless
is the basis for a romantic evening.
Are you seeing that kind of guy?
Um, I'm not sure.
Don't give me that look.
This happens to be my favorite person under the age of 20...
After you, dear.
Thank you.
If she's in love, I want to know,
and if it's with someone with a social conscience,
I want to sign him up.
What's his name?
Justin.
Oh, that's a coincidence.
No, Mom. It really isn't.
What?
Are you tell--
You guys?
Why didn't you say anything?
I was trying to maintain the illusion of a private life.
Oh, please.
Oh, my gosh. This--
Oh, you have made my night.
You made my whole week.
I'm going to get you some more envelopes, Romeo.
I really wish that hadn't happened.
You said they could watch The Exorcist?
No.
I said they could watch The Parent Trap
until Artie's dad gets here.
You guys better turn that thing off, right now.
But her head's spinning around.
Now!
Hey, what are you...
Oh, my God. What happened?
I wrecked my brother's car a couple of blocks from here.
I ran into one of those dumpsters.
Are you okay?
That hill at Divisadero is really steep,
and I'm not really good with the clutch.
Oh, my God, Griffin is gonna kill me.
Let me see. That's really deep.
He doesn't even know that I took it, Bailey.
I was gonna leave a note and...
Wait. Did I? Did I leave a note?
No. No!
God, I should've taken Van Ness,
because, you know, I'm just not good on the hills,
but I wasn't thinking about it.
I wasn't thinking, Bailey.
It's okay.
Come here. You're okay.
Shh, you're okay.
It's really bad. We should go to the hospital.
No, I'm sure if we just keep pressure on it...
You're gonna need stitches.
No, I won't.
We should have someone look at it at least, okay?
You could have a concussion.
-I don't. I'd know. -Not necessarily.
Come on, I'd feel better if we had someone look at it
and we knew for sure.
Why don't you want to go to the hospital, Jill?
Because...
Because look at it.
It's, like, right near my hairline.
I mean, they'd probably shave my head and,
I'd look like a total jerk.
It'd take forever to grow back
and all I need is a Band-Aid.
Look, my mom is a nurse, okay?
I know how to deal with these things.
They'd check your blood pressure at the hospital, wouldn't they?
They'd check your pupils.
That's what you're worried about, isn't it?
What?
No.
They'd see that you're on something.
She's high, Bay.
Bailey...
God. Jill...
I don't believe you.
I had trouble with the clutch.
You've driven with me.
You know I'm not good with stick shifts,
and I'm scared of hospitals, all right?
That's why I don't want to go to one.
But I guess that's not allowed, huh?
I guess I can't make any more mistakes.
I guess I can't do a single thing wrong
without you thinking...
I thought I could come to you.
I thought you'd help.
Well...
My mistake, huh?
"In the land of Roly-Poly
lived a fuzzy-wuzzy bunny
with some furry on his tummy."
What a picture.
Look at you.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. I'll just... Go on.
Keep going.
"And the mommy and the daddy of this fluffy, funny bunny
were so happy and so peppy
with the baby they named Sunny.
All the hopping and the skipping
of these silly-willy bunnies..."
I can't do this.
I mean, this is...
I got a better idea.
You don't mind if I kill two birds with one stone, do you?
Okay.
Once upon a time, a prince,
who runs a small furniture-building business,
had to replace his band saw,
and he went to a magical place
where they sold all different models of band saws,
including...
this one with "variable speed and safety shield"
for under 800 bucks.
Not bad, huh?
Why are you skimping? Put more lima beans on.
I hate lima beans.
What?
-How you guys doing? -Well, he's a little slow.
We're trying to get him to pick up the pace.
Let's not ask for miracles.
The fact you got him down here in the first place is enough for me.
You mean he's never volunteered before?
I can't believe it. Justin...
Oh, you hang on to this one, Justin.
This one I love.
Just so you know, when I get home,
I'm gonna dump you for another girl.
I love your sense of humor.
What?
Don't you hear me laughing?
Oh, oh, I'm sorry. I'm having a fantastic time.
I mean, this is my dream Saturday,
and you, you're my dream date.
I mean, that Woody Allen double feature at the Corona?
Stupid idea.
Hike in Muir Woods?
Who needs exercise?
Ice skating? You could hurt yourself.
But, no. Look at you. You look fantastic.
I mean, when I dream about you,
this is exactly how you look.
Do you have any idea how shallow you sound,
standing in the middle of a soup kitchen,
whining about ice skating?
I'm ashamed of you.
Next tray.
Do you want to talk?
Nope.
You can't just lie around on the sofa all day.
It's not going to make things better at your house.
No kidding.
For your information, I'm running away, okay?
I'm not solving problems. I'm avoiding them.
Fine.
What am I supposed to do?
You really think there's something I can do?
Yeah, I do.
We could come up with, like, some kind of plan,
like... do something really romantic for them.
This doesn't sound very sophisticated to me.
I just started thinking about it.
Give me a minute. Jeez!
Do you think your parents should stay together?
I mean,
do you think they love each other enough to stay together?
Yeah.
Well, okay then.
Called her house a while ago.
Yeah?
Talk to her?
No. Her kid sister.
Said she's okay.
Turns out the brother's got insurance, so...
That's lucky, huh?
Got to get her to stop driving.
You know, I mean, she's a nervous driver, anyway.
She's, like, totally distracted,
so that's the first thing, right?
Get her to stop driving. That's, like, step one,
and then...
Then...
You know what I can't figure out?
Why do you need this, Bay?
Need what?
It's always something with this girl, you know?
I mean, one problem after another, so...
I mean, what makes it all worthwhile?
There's good stuff.
In between all the problems, there's good stuff.
Like what?
Sex?
No. Not that.
Not just that.
She's not a bad person.
She's not. She's...
I just...
care about her.
Is caring about her the attraction?
Because... you do that, Bay.
You take care of people.
I'm not saying that's a bad thing, but...
sometimes it's okay to think about yourself.
I just think you need to ask yourself why you're doing this.
Helping her.
Saving her. Maybe that's...
Maybe that's really about you.
Are you gonna shoot or what?
Come on, Bay.
What are you saying?
You'd actually rather your parents didn't like me?
Yeah, well...
Even better if they hated you with a passion.
Then we'd... We'd have to meet in secret
and in the shadows,
and at night, I'd have to climb
the lattice outside your window.
There's no lattice outside my window.
I mean, even just holding hands,
it would feel kind of...
illicit.
I mean, don't you know,
the greatest love stories in history
are about two people
overcoming tremendous odds to be with each other?
Race, religion, insane parents...
I mean, us...
we've got everything going for us.
It's me, you, and my parents against the world.
It's not funny.
What's this?
It's nothing. It's...
It's nothing.
It's, uh... It's a poem.
Can I...
You wrote this about me.
No, actually, it's about this other chick I'm dating, not you.
Hey, Char.
Where've you been?
Out with Justin.
You were supposed to go grocery shopping today. It's your turn.
I'll go. It's just, uh...
We had this incredible date.
Yeah, well, Owen ran out of diapers,
and I had to pick them up.
I'm not the only one who takes care of him around here.
Okay, fine. I'll do it.
Great.
What?
Nothing.
I just, uh...
had a date with Justin.
Oh, yeah? Great.
Yeah, it was. It was nice.
Kind of foggy and romantic and--
You know what? You know what, Jule?
I'm kind of not in the mood right now, okay?
Oh, okay. Sure.
Can I just...
show you this one thing? I mean,
I know you'll think it's dumb, but...
What?
Nothing.
Huh?
It doesn't rhyme.
Well, it's not supposed to.
Poems don't have to rhyme, Claud.
Well, they don't have to, but--
The first letter of each line spells out my name. See?
I don't get this.
What does this stuff mean about?
"Discovering for the first time
"that something you always knew was there."
That makes no sense.
Never mind.
♪ Charlie's gonna buy you a mockingbird ♪
♪ And if that Mockingbird don't... ♪
♪ Mock ♪
♪ Charlie's gonna buy you ♪
♪ A shoe and a sock ♪
Oh, come on. I have some stuff
I really want to do right now.
Could you please just stop crying?
For, like, 10 minutes?
I'll rush.
Look, it's up to you.
If you don't want to stop, there's nothing I can do.
Fine.
Just needs to cry himself out.
Oh, it's okay, sweetheart.
That's a good boy.
Yeah.
He just cried himself out.
I'm not good at this.
Oh, it takes time.
You'll relax. He'll relax.
That's not the point.
The point is, I do a lot for him, okay?
I do what I can, and he's taken care of.
So I'm not a great father.
I didn't exactly ask to be one.
I know.
Yes. I'm trying to reach Nurse Holbrook.
Oh.
Um, could you tell me when her shift starts?
No, no. It's not about a patient.
It's personal.
Uh, no, no, no. I'd rather not call her at home.
Could I just leave a message for her with you?
Okay, could you...
Could you let her know that Bailey Salinger called?
And my number is 555-7824.
Two-four.
Yes, it's really important that I talk to her.
It's about her daughter, Jill.
No, she can call whenever.
I'll be up. No time's too late.
Hi. I'm looking for Nurse Holbrook.
Can you tell me...
Are you...
I'm... I'm Bailey Salinger.
Vera. Thank you.
I, uh...
I left you a message for you. I don't know if you got it.
Yes, I got it.
You did?
Because you... you didn't call me back.
I mean, I waited
all night to hear from you.
I need to talk to you about Jill.
I... I don't really know what to say. I don't...
I don't know how to get into this with you.
I mean... I mean, it's weird, you know,
that we... we haven't even met...
after all this time.
Why would we have met?
What do you mean? Because...
your daughter and I have been
seeing each other for the past couple of months, that's why.
You don't know who I am, do you?
When I called Jill to ask her about that message,
she said you were just some kid from school
who's been harassing her ever
since she turned you down for a date.
What?
Why are you making trouble for her, huh?
Why don't you just leave her alone?
She's not interested in you, okay?
We're involved. We've been involved.
I don't know why she'd lie to you.
Unless it was because she's afraid
that I was going to tell you.
She's on drugs.
You know?
She told you I was gonna say that, didn't she?
You've got some nerve.
Who do you think you are, leaving cryptic messages,
-dropping in -You--
at my place of work,
pretending like you know a damn about my daughter?
-Ms. Holbrook-- -What, do you think
you're gonna get away with make up stories?
Like I wouldn't know if she was on drugs?
I'm a nurse. I see that kind of thing every single day.
Well, you're missing it, then, because she's in trouble.
She needs help.
You listen to me.
You either turn around and walk away right now or I call security.
Your choice.
I'd like to meet the genius who said gardening reduces stress.
I think Justin's still in the shower,
and I suspect from my last water bill,
he's gonna be at least another 10 minutes.
Can you hear him?
Showering?
Singing. He didn't used to.
Only since you.
He sings? Justin? Really?
Oh. God, I'm blushing.
I probably look like a total idiot, huh?
No, you don't. You look happy.
So how did it happen?
-Us getting together? -Yeah.
Well, I kept catching him watching me
in the rear view mirror in Drivers' Ed class,
and at first, he kept looking away like it didn't happen.
Oh, you don't want to hear this.
Are you kidding me? Of course I do.
Well, eventually, we started meeting each other's eyes
and not looking away,
and then he kissed me.
Once after class,
once in the dark room during an aftershock.
Isn't that just so...
Romantic?
Yeah. Mm. He's a good kisser.
You really don't want to hear about stuff like that,
I mean, being a mom.
Oh, absolutely not.
come on.
Well, he keeps his eyes closed for a long time after it's over,
like he's still thinking about it.
Isn't that, uh...
Adorable?
Yeah, and he does stuff,
like, he drew this sketch of me in English class.
Really? He sketches?
And he wrote this poem using the letters of my name.
It's got this beautiful line in it.
It goes...
It goes something...
I can't...
You want to read it?
Yeah.
I'm gonna take my break now.
Kind of an all-purpose story, huh, Jill?
You want to tell me, Jill?
Who else has got it in for you besides me
and that parking-lot guy?
I have nothing to say to you. Just leave me alone.
You really want that? Huh?
Last week you begged me not to walk out.
You begged me to help, and that's what I'm trying to do.
By going to my mother! My mother!
You could've killed yourself in that car.
Maybe next time that's what's gonna happen,
unless you get yourself some help, so yeah, I went to her.
Now you're acting all moral like it was the right thing to do.
-You go to her behind my back. -You beat me to it.
That's right, because you would have told her all that stuff,
and like she and I could ever have a relationship again.
Like you have a relationship now.
She didn't have clue who I was.
You gonna tell me you guys are best friends?
No! No, we are not friends. We are not much of anything.
The last thing that I need is for her to be smelling my breath
and be checking my pupils, locking me in till I'm 18.
-Jill-- -You don't get it, Bailey.
I can't trust you.
You can't trust me?
What is that? A joke?
Yeah. It's a riot.
I can't tell you, Bailey, how much I'm enjoying this.
Gee, what lovely surprises
have you in store for me next, huh?
Jill... you need help.
We used to have fun.
Remember that?
Now all we're about is this.
Well, I don't need it.
You can go to hell.
I guess you might as well relax until Artie gets here.
What's going on?
Hey, maybe Artie forgot.
-I could ask you the same thing. -I got a message.
He asked me to meet him here so we could go home together.
I walked over from the office.
I got the same message.
Start serving. Now.
Claud, I told you. I don't want any part of this.
I think it's a lousy idea.
How many of your ex-girlfriends does Kirsten know about?
I'll start with the Caesar salad.
I don't get this. Why would he call both of us?
Maybe he thought you wouldn't come.
Can we not do this?
Huh?
Did you call about the guy about
fixing the drapes in the living room?
Yes. He's coming Tuesday.
Oh, and I canceled the Orbachs for Saturday night.
If you want the ticket--
No.
Do you mind if I read?
Why would I?
If you have any requests...
Could you stop,
sweetie?
Actually, you know, I'm going to go.
I've got some calls to make back at the office.
Could you tell Artie I waited?
And what time can I expect you home?
Late.
Owen...
Come on.
Give me a break here.
What's not working about this for you, huh?
Since when does meal time have to be fun, anyway?
You don't see me playing
"I'm a little airplane" when I'm eating, do you?
Come on.
Okay. That's it. You're done.
What do you say we try this again
when you're a little older, huh?
-Like 9. -Di-da.
Dada.
Kirsten! Kirsten!
Charlie, what?
He just... He just...
Did he spit up again or something? What?
Dada.
-Dada. -That!
Oh. Oh!
Oh! Mwah!
Come in.
Hey, I called you twice.
Do you know what the word "private" means?
Do you?
Justin...
You showed that poem to my mother.
No, I...
She told you?
That was between us.
That was, like, the most private thing I could do,
and you showed it to my mother.
I didn't think, uh...
I'm sorry.
Do you, like, tell her everything I say to you?
Do you... tell her what it's like when I kiss you?
No! Of course not.
What do you mean, "Of course not"?
I mean, it's not like it's impossible.
Look what you did.
I wrote you a love poem.
I mean, that's the first--
That's the only love poem I've ever written anyone.
I couldn't even say those things to your face.
I had to write them down.
I'm sorry.
Where is it?
Where's the... the poem?
It's on the, um...
Justin, please don't do that. Please.
I never should've written this for you.
I almost had it memorized.
You had that friend...
that guy in the...
Who had a coke problem.
Gary.
Right. So what did you do?
Was there, like,
some really low-key treatment program somewhere?
Because maybe...
if you talk to her mother...
You know, I mean, I tried,
and it, like, completely backfired,
but you're older, so maybe--
Bailey, I'm not--
Please, Charlie. I'm asking you.
I'm asking you.
I'm really scared of what could happen to her.
Bay, what are you gonna do?
You keep drawing a line, and she keeps crossing it,
and you keep going back to her,
which is only making things worse.
I'm telling you, the best thing you can do is walk away.
I should've known better than to come to you.
What the hell does that mean?
It means you've got one answer to every problem.
Turn your back and walk away.
I am not walking away.
-Yeah, you are. -No!
I'm not walking away from you, and you're my problem.
You're my responsibility.
Please.
Why don't you listen to me?
I don't want to find out you're in the car
the next time she cracks it up.
I don't want you in trouble with the police if she gets busted.
I don't want you getting deeper and deeper into this with her.
I don't have a choice.
Bailey...
what is going on here?
What...
Are you in love with her?
Hey! Hey! Hi!
Have you seen Jill? Has she been in?
No, sorry.
-Hey, man. -Talking to me?
-Yeah. -Oh, you.
Hey, you got cash on you this time?
Do I what?
Because like I told you the other day, I don't believe in credit.
No. No, I'm not, uh... I'm looking for someone.
For Jill. Have you seen her?
Why do you want to know?
Because...
she was buying some stuff for me,
and, uh...
and I think she may have split with it.
Yeah, she burned you, man.
She said something about going to check the scene down in L.A.
and that was, like, yesterday.
She's probably long gone by now.
Do you mind?
Um... I'm studying right now.
Come on, Justin.
Okay, look, I'm sorry.
I should never have shown your poem to anyone else.
Least of all, my mother.
Right.
Look, I want you to understand what you did for me.
I mean, that poem, it was so incredible,
and it's gonna sound weird,
but it's like seeing a movie or going on vacation.
It's better when you share it.
Well, you have me.
That's not what I mean.
When we were in seventh grade,
I had a crush on Brian Gleason.
No accounting for taste, huh?
But every day, I would go home
and I would tell my mom what had happened,
which was pretty much nothing,
because Brian didn't know I existed.
But she promised me that someday something would happen,
and we made a pact...
that I would tell her everything.
First kiss, first...
everything. First poem.
-Julia-- -It's not sad.
Justin, it's great.
You're great.
It's just that one part of it, not telling someone.
I want to be able to go home and sit on my bed with someone
and say,
"Guess what Justin did today?"
Or, "You wouldn't believe the
way he looked at me in math class."
Or, "Look at this incredibly wonderful thing that he wrote.
"What do you think it means?
"Do you think it means that maybe he's...
Maybe he's falling in love with me?"
Yes.
So, I was figuring.
Maybe I could take some of my bar-mitzvah money
and send them to Hawaii or something.
Don't you think that's a good idea?
A while ago,
I guess about 11 months ago,
I was having trouble sleeping.
I was sleepwalking, and I didn't even know it,
which is pretty creepy.
Every night, I'd walk downstairs and I'd open the front door
and I'd just stand in the doorway.
Just stand there,
like I was waiting for someone to come up the steps.
Then Bailey or Julia would have to get out of bed
and come and get me and bring me back to bed.
Yeah,
so what's that got to do with my parents going to Hawaii?
The thing is...
Well, after a while...
I stopped sleepwalking,
and I stopped going to the front door
and I started to sleep through the night.
Claudia...
At some point, you stop expecting things o be different.
You know?
What?
You just...
You sort of accept things.
I don't get it.
You were the one who said we should try and do stuff
to get my mom and dad back together.
I know. That was dumb.
Oh, great.
-Sorry, Artie. -Forget it.
You don't understand anything.
Come on, Artie. You know I do.
The hard stuff.
Gets easier.
Promise.
I thought maybe I'd walk you home.
And you'd gotten hold of these laundry markers,
red and black.
I've actually seen pictures of this.
Seen what?
You guys were four, maybe five.
You guys were playing dress-up,
and you gave Justin
this black beard and a mustache
and you gave yourself this rouge and lipstick
in indelible ink.
Oh, my God.
We couldn't get that stuff off.
We were scrubbing
and you were crying...
We went to school like that?
For an entire month.
Your mom and I finally had to take you to a dermatologist
to get that stuff off.
God, I don't remember this.
Really? I think I've heard it about 200,000 times.
Anyway...
Well, there must be a million stories about the two of you.
And I know, I know,
you've heard them too many times.
No. I think I'm going to go.
Oh, wait. Don't, um...
You know what? We should probably study.
I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone.
Oh, no, no, no.
It's all right. I'm just tired.
I want to, uh...
I'm gonna go hit the hay.
Oh, okay. I'll go.
No. Stay. I'm serious.
Both of you.
All right?
Good night.
Tell her that one about us at the tide pools together.
It's a good one.
Good night, honey.
Mrs. Holbrook.
Is she here? My daughter.
No.
She didn't come home last night.
I didn't realize because by the time I get home from work,
she's usually gone,
but there's...
this duffel bag we keep in the hall closet,
and it's gone.
She's gone, I think.
Do you know?
I heard she might've gone down to L.A.
No.
Oh, no.
Is it bad?
The drugs?
Is she in trouble?
I don't know.
I think she wants to stop, but I don't think
that she knows how to.
Not by herself.
So you came to me.
You were worried and you came to me,
and I didn't believe you.
I'm sorry.
I should've seen it in your face.
It's hard, you know?
You work so hard to put food on the table for the kids,
and then you're never around to eat it with them.
Everything just. It all passes by in a blur.
The D-minus,
her ankle tattoo,
the broken curfew.
And, you know,
you think about it, you know,
in the car on the way to work, and...
and you mean to say something.
You know, you mean to take the time,
but then you get home and...
It gets lost.
She got lost.
I lost her somewhere.
I didn't mean to.
I don't know who my daughter is.
Can you tell me about her?
Why don't you come inside?
Charlie?
And after her concert, the princess went to a party
given in her honor,
but she got tired of all the compliments
about her violin playing,
and she wandered back into the kitchen.
And in the corner was a young man
sorting through a huge bin of lettuce
with a panicked look on his face.
She said, "What are you doing?"
He said, "Well, I lost a Band-Aid in here,
and if I don't find it,
it's gonna end up in someone's salad."
The princess smiled,
and she took pity on the young man,
and together, they set out
to find the missing Band-Aid
and save the man from a grim fate.
And as they hunted,
it suddenly occurred to the young man
that this princess,
elbow-deep in Belgian endive,
was the most beautiful woman that he'd ever seen,
and at that exact same moment,
it occurred to the princess
that she'd never seen eyes as blue as his,
and she began to wonder if maybe this young man
wasn't really a prince in disguise,
and she said to him,
"How do you feel about kids?"
And he said,
"Well, I've always wanted to have five of them."