(piano playing slow, melancholy melody)
(distant chatter)
Let's...
(Spanish accent): Let's be honest with ourselves.
(rock music playing softly in background)
(chuckles)
I think we always knew this wasn't going to work out.
(melancholy melody resumes)
Carter?
I care about you.
Very much.
In a way, I do love you.
And I don't want to hurt you.
Carter...
you have to say something.
(chuckles softly)
We haven't stopped talking since the day we met.
(grunts weakly) I...
Excuse me.
Are you...? You are.
You're Sofia Bunuel.
Oh, my God.
We're, like, your biggest fans ever.
I've seen Sprawl, like, a million, zillion times.
I own the DVD.
That's really sweet. Thank you.
Can I get your autograph?
Oh, yeah, sure.
Just write, "To Todd, you're a pathetic faggot,
and I would never get with you."
(laughs) Okay, yeah.
(chuckles)
Thank you. Thank you.
(girls giggling)
Listen...
I hear what you're saying.
You've got to hear me.
All I know is that I need a-space.
I don't know what's going to happen.
Maybe eventually, who knows?
Nobody knows.
But right now, I need you to give me that a-space.
Fine.
I want to do that.
I want to give you all the a-space you need.
I just, I don't want you to break up with me.
I have to go now.
Please, will you just, will you just,
will you not leave me here like this?
Will you just stay, and will you talk to me a little bit?
(whispering): I can't.
Good-bye.
("Spanish Stroll" by Willy DeVille playing)
♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Hey, Mr. Jim ♪
♪ I can see the shape you're in ♪
♪ Finger on your eyebrow ♪
♪ And left hand on your hip ♪
♪ Thinking that you're such a lady-killer ♪
♪ Think you're so slick ♪
(phone beeps)
♪ Well, all right ♪
RECORDED VOICE: You have one unheard message.
The following message has not been heard.
MAN: It's Avi. I read your script last night.
You know, this is supposed to be premium soft-core erotic...
(phone clicks shut)
♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Spanish stroll, Spanish stroll ♪
Hey.
What are you doing here?
I just came here to get something.
And I wanted some...
Are you... are you crying?
Oh, a little.
(sniffles)
I was just talking to my mom.
I think she's got big, big problems.
She hasn't exactly been... firing on all cylinders.
Now she's convinced she's dying.
Is she sick?
I don't think so.
The doctor can't find anything wrong with her.
But hearing her sound so scared and helpless,
I just...
I felt so sorry for her.
(sighs) Anyway,
I'm going to fly out there in the next few days
and deal with it.
I should go there.
Uh-huh.
I'll go to Michigan; I'll stay with Grandma.
What about your job?
I write soft-core porn.
You don't think I can do that from Michigan?
It doesn't really require tremendous effort.
Besides, you know what? It'll give me an opportunity
to sit down and write that thing that I've been wanting to write.
About Genghis Khan?
No, that other thing.
About your high school?
Yeah, but don't say it like that, because it sounds moronic.
It's just, you've been saying
you were going to write that since you were 15.
Well, I think the only way I'm actually going to do it
is if I just get out of L.A. for a while and get away
from my life.
Wonder how Sofia's going to feel about that.
I think she'll be thrilled.
She just broke up with me.
Hmm?
Sofia dumped me.
(slams cup) Are you kidding me?
When?
Hour and a half ago. Been in traffic.
(sighs)
Maybe it's just a... No.
It's over, she's gone.
Oh, shit.
Shit!
Would you please, would you hold it together?
Unbelievable.
Had a really horrible day.
I just, I can't handle you
acting like this is the end of the world.
I'm sorry, honey, I'm sorry.
It's just, she's so beautiful.
She's so funny and great and...
Oh, Carter. Oh, God, I'm sorry.
Honey, how are you doing?
Are you all right?
No.
I know this is going to sound like something that a mom has to say,
but it is true.
You will be all right.
I mean, these things, you know,
take time.
Sometimes, a really long time.
I mean, I'm still trying to get over Rodney Porchnik,
and that was 12th grade.
Don't tell me that Rodney Porchnik story, please.
I'm just saying
that you will be all right.
You know, women have always
been drawn to you, Carter, ever since
you were a little boy, and one day, when you least
expect it, you're going to meet a really great girl.
I don't want to meet a really great girl.
I don't want to meet anyone.
I just want to be alone with my grandma.
And her cat.
("Hot Blooded" by Foreigner playing)
♪ Well, I'm ♪
(singing to radio): ♪ Hot-blooded ♪
♪ Check it and see ♪
♪ I got a fever of 103 ♪
You're such a freak.
♪ Come on, baby, do you do more than dance? ♪
♪ I'm hot-blooded, I'm hot-blooded ♪
(continuing over radio): ♪ You don't have to read my mind ♪
♪ To know what I have in my... ♪
(music, engine stops)
Are you going out tonight?
No.
Maybe. Why?
It's Friday night.
You're going out with Gabe Foley, aren't you?
Shut up.
I have to live through you.
Too young to have a life of my own.
Yeah.
We're still not talking about this.
Whatever. Be that way.
WOMAN: Lucy.
I'm in the kitchen.
How was your day?
Fine. What's up?
Nothing.
Well, something, actually.
It's not a big deal, though.
Can it wait?
'Cause there's some stuff I got to get done.
I went to go see Dr. Bennett today.
Why?
I, um, found a...
nondescript kind of... lump in my breast.
Oh, my God.
We don't know anything yet.
It's very possible that it could be nothing,
and even if it is something...
it still could, it just could be nothing.
Mom...
So, your dad is going to take me over to Ann Arbor
on Tuesday morning
for some tests.
I-I should come with you.
No.
No. I...
Just want you to go to school, okay?
We're not gonna treat this
like it's any kind of big deal until...
Okay?
Yeah.
Lucy...
everything's going to be all right.
Really.
("Harness and Wheel" by Kingsbury Manx playing)
♪ We understand where you're coming from... ♪
♪ ♪
♪ That's what I heard ♪
♪ We understand where you're coming from ♪
♪ That's what I heard ♪ ♪ That's what I heard ♪
♪ We understand where you're coming from ♪
♪ That's what I heard ♪ ♪ That's what I heard ♪
♪ We understand where you're coming from. ♪
(music fades)
(latches clicking)
Hi, Grandma.
Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa-- Grandma, Grandma, Grandma.
It's me. It's Carter. It's your grandson.
Agnes is my mother, also your daughter.
Hey.
I can't believe I'm still alive.
I can't believe I lived to see your face again.
Thank you.
I'm... so glad, too.
Although, I probably wouldn't have put it that way.
Do you think I can come inside?
Through the door.
Okay. Where's the cat?
Dead.
Hmm.
Can you cook?
A little.
I haven't eaten anything in three weeks.
Really?
I had some pasta.
Okay.
When I'm dead,
you want this house?
I'm sure it's not that simple.
It's my house.
I can give it to whomever I choose.
Well, then, thank you.
I guess we'll see.
I'm starving.
(dialing)
(line ringing)
AGNES: Hello?
Hey, I'm here.
Thank God.
Carter, this is the worst idea
you have ever had in your life. (house phone ringing)
I know. You mentioned that several times.
Okay, I'm coming.
No, you're not.
Listen, let's just give it a try, okay?
Still think this could be exactly what I need right now.
Just kind of regroup and get in...
Someone is calling for you.
Hello?
AVI (through static): Carter, is that you?
Avi?
I'm in the hills now.
Damn it! My service sucks.
How did you get this number?
I have my ways.
Your mother gave it to me.
Listen, we have an emergency.
We got to talk now.
You gave him the number?
What is the matter with you?
Now I have to do this. I'll call you later.
I'm walking on the set.
I've got a girl in this one, tush so hot and tight
you could fry an egg.
Beside the point. She has a problem.
She doesn't understand-- and frankly, neither do I--
why her character would have sex with the guy
who's installing her DSL line
since she's already having an affair
with her yoga instructor!
Um, because you said you wanted a scene where she seduces
the guy who's installing her DSL line.
Yeah, I don't think I can sell her that.
Anything else?
(sighs) How 'bout this, man?
She really wants high-speed Internet.
We're being funny now?
Listen, the character of Monica is a sexual compulsive, okay?
Because of a traumatic childhood,
she's turned on by illicit sex.
It's the only way she can orgasm.
That's it.
GRANDMA (on phone): That's just a phase.
You'll get over it.
Grandma, would you get off the phone, please?
AVI: Where the hell are you?
I'm out of town for a few days, okay?
I can't talk right now.
I'll get you the new script
by Monday or probably Tuesday.
Listen, all right?
It should have a scene
where the hot rookie cop has to get down...
Hey, buddy, my grandma's on the line.
(sighing): God.
(crickets chirping)
CARTER: Grandma, I'm not abandoning you.
I just got here three hours ago.
GRANDMA: I'll put on the alarm.
No, no, no, I wouldn't put on the alarm.
Why not? 'Cause I'll be right back.
(door closes)
(sighs heavily)
Thank you very much.
(laughs)
(door closes)
(dog grunts quietly)
SARAH: Bozo.
Sorry?
The dog's name is Bozo.
Oh. Hey.
Hey, Bozo.
You must be from the nursing home.
You taking care of Phyllis?
(chuckles)
No. Uh, she's actually my grandma.
Grandmother?
Oh.
I didn't know she had children or grandchildren.
Yeah, we don't get out to visit too often, so...
Where you from?
L.A.
Oh. Los Angeles.
I was there once, a long time ago.
Yeah. Well, you know, it gets a bad rap.
No, I liked it. I liked it very much.
Oh, I'm Sarah.
Carter. Nice to meet you.
So... you finally get to spend
some time with your grandma, huh?
That's nice.
Yeah. Looks like I may be staying
for a while, actually.
See if we can't figure out
some arrangement where I sort of take care of her.
Oh.
She's a handful.
I know.
I'm kind of worried about it.
Well, don't be worried.
No?
No, no. You'll be great.
All right, I appreciate that.
(rap music blasting in approaching car)
(teenagers shouting)
(engine revving)
Oh, shit.
I guess I better get going
before my daughter comes out and gives me that look
like I'm the most embarrassing person on Earth.
I hate that look.
Probably 'cause I used to give it to my mother.
It's a beautiful night. GIRL: Come on!
Yeah.
Yeah, I guess it is.
Hey, Lucy, I thought maybe,
you want to sit in the front?
No, that's fine.
Hi.
This is gonna sound weird, but...
my parents don't really know that I smoke,
so I was kind of wondering if you could not...
You have a cigarette on you now?
No.
Maybe. Why?
'Cause I'm taking it hostage.
(rap music blaring)
(engine revving)
(teenagers shouting)
(birds chirping)
("Hey You" by Tommy Stinson playing)
(beep)
WOMAN (on answering machine): This message is from
the Kurtzman Radiology Center calling to confirm
Sarah Hardwicke for her appointment tomorrow, Tuesday.
(sighs)
(snoring, TV playing)
♪ A thousand fires burn out of control ♪
♪ And no one's ever there to see them ♪
♪ We're dying of thirst, our voice is lost ♪
♪ From all this screaming ♪
♪ And I came down in a lonely state ♪
♪ And now everyone is leaving ♪
♪ Our souls so charred beyond recognition ♪
♪ And I'm trying to find the reason ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
(grunts)
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Have you come to fight? ♪
♪ Have you come to the rescue? ♪
CARTER (voice-over): Davin runs a lazy finger
around the rim of her wine glass,
trying not to glance at Trent's bulging crotch.
"We've got to keep this professional."
"Maybe we could just consider it
one of our attorney-client privileges."
♪ Have you come to fight? ♪
♪ Have you come to the rescue? ♪
(sighs)
♪ Have you come to fight? ♪
♪ Have you come to the rescue? ♪
♪ ♪
(doorbell rings)
Hello.
Hi.
Oh. Hi, Phyllis.
How's it going?
That's Mrs. Harding.
Hardwicke.
Who gives a shit?
Okay, Grandma, I got it, thank-thank you.
I'm... so sorry.
Yeah.
Well, I made some cookies.
Oh, thank you so much.
They look a little bit like Fig Newtons.
That's right.
That's exactly what they are.
I didn't so much as make them as wrap them
in plastic and put them on the plate,
'cause I wanted to give the illusion...
(sighs) The truth is, I'm a terrible baker.
Bakess.
Yeah, well, thank you so much, anyways.
My grandmother will just, uh, completely devour these.
It's pretty disturbing.
(laughing)
Well, actually, it was an excuse to come over.
Uh, and this might sound a little bit weird,
but it's a beautiful day, and I have to walk the dog,
and I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to...
Yeah, okay.
Great.
Really?
Yeah, just give me one minute.
I'm on the plane on the way out here,
and I turn on my computer, and I start reading over
these e-mails that I sent her--
like, 30 or more, maybe,
over the course of our relationship.
And not just short messages, I'm talking about
long, involved love letters,
like, desperately trying to be
romantic and poetic, whatever.
And... as embarrassing as it is,
it's also, like, kind of the best stuff I've ever written,
because it's got this naive idealism thing going on,
where, like, ours is gonna be
one of the greatest love stories ever told, and I'm writing it.
So I'm sitting there, and I'm reading these e-mails,
and there's some turbulence.
And I start to have this massive panic attack,
like nothing I've ever had.
And I think it's happening because...
I cannot imagine ever feeling that way
about anybody else, ever again.
Listen, I have never in my life
received anything like the kind of letters you wrote her.
Never written one, either.
And you're lucky, you're lucky in a way
that has nothing to do with this particular girl.
But you already know that.
I must sound so young to you.
Yeah, well, screw you, pal.
(chuckles)
Come on, I didn't... I didn't mean it like that.
I know what you meant.
You know, I pride myself on being this great listener,
but whenever I, like, meet somebody new,
I find I'm doing all the talking.
What is that?
Maybe you're not really such a great listener.
Maybe you're not such a great... listener.
No, that's not it.
I'm a great listener.
Yeah, but, see, that's the thing.
I hear myself talking about it--
Nelson's career, Lucy's painting,
like they're my own interests, my own accomplishments,
but they're not.
And I find myself wondering, where am I?
What am I?
Let me ask you this.
Like, what is it exactly you do with your days?
You see, now, that is just so predictable.
There is this perception that, you know,
because I don't have a job or I'm not in school,
that I'm just sitting around doing nothing,
which is just ridiculous.
Most days I don't have five seconds to myself.
I-I... I'm either driving somebody around
or dealing with the house or making the meals,
not to mention I'm on, like, 15 boards.
I'm sorry, I didn't think that.
Yeah,
I-I know you didn't, but-but my family does.
You know?
I can feel them all
just silently judging, especially Lucy.
No matter what I do, I...
it's like I'm-I'm just disappointing to her.
Well, she's a teenager, you're a mother.
I mean... it'd be weird if she didn't feel that way, right?
I don't know, I-I'm sorry.
I do think about it, so I'm touchy,
but maybe I could be doing more.
I just, God, I just don't want to look back on my life and...
(sighs)
...wonder what part of it belonged to me.
Okay.
Yeah.
So, uh... That was really nice.
Thank you.
Yeah, yeah, you're welcome.
(chuckles) I mean, it was...
it was really great to talk to you.
Yeah, well, all right.
Okay.
Ah...
Shit.
What?
Shit.
What?
(sighs)
I'm a last word freak.
Yeah? Yeah.
Okay, well, uh...
I'm going to go inside, and you just
shout something to me as I'm walking away.
Oh, that'd be great. Perfect.
Great. Okay.
You're going to be all right.
I don't know, do you maybe want to do this again,
like, tomorrow or...?
Oh, I...
Sorry, I can't.
Tomorrow I have an appointment.
Okay, well, don't worry about it.
Wednesday.
Yeah. That'd be awesome.
I'll come by.
Okay, well, I guess... Carter.
(sighs)
Awesome.
That's...
Mom, I can't talk about this anymore.
It's too retarded, and I really do not want
to fight with you right now.
It's not a fight. It's not a fight.
It's not even a big deal.
I'm just saying, he's basically alone over there.
You could just take him to a movie.
Do you have any idea how lame that would sound?
It would redefine lame, seriously.
Are you ready to make history?
(chuckles)
She might have a point, sweetheart.
It could be a little awkward, plus, I mean,
what do we really know about this guy?
Forget it.
Just, just forget it.
I thought maybe, maybe just do something nice
for somebody sometime, but I can't handle
the two of you ganging up on me.
♪ ♪
Mm.
(pills rattling)
(sighs)
This is happening because we're all really scared.
So I'm gonna say to you the same thing I said to her.
Whatever we find out tomorrow, we deal with it together.
Now, your daughter would like to apologize.
And she said if you really want her to,
she'll go across the street right now
and ask Crazy's grandson
out on a date.
He's a sweet kid.
I feel bad for him.
He's... heartsick.
I'm going to be with you, every second.
What?
Well, I'm just curious.
Do you, do you ever worry
that you're gonna get stuck in one of those positions?
Yes. I do.
Hmm.
Ready for bed?
Did you know yoga increases circulation,
promotes health and well-being, and it also reduces anxiety?
Yeah, I read that.
Well, maybe you could try it.
Hey. You know what?
(sighs)
I'm sorry if I, if I've...
seemed a little bit distracted lately.
It's cool.
Mm.
Mmm.
Good night, muffin.
Did you get my pills?
Yeah, these are some
pretty serious tranquilizers you got here.
You sure it's safe to be taking these all at once?
Mm. Mm.
I love it.
Who changed the sheets?
I did.
Hmm.
(bedsprings creaking)
(sighs)
Who's Sofia?
How did you know about that?
Eh, you kind of mutter in your sleep.
What are you doing in my room when I'm sleeping?
That's a really good question.
Well, she was my girlfriend.
And she doesn't want to be with me anymore.
Is she zaftig?
Oh, yeah.
Spectacular, actually.
That's so important.
(birds chirping)
(grunts softly)
("Do You Believe In Love" by Huey Lewis and the News playing)
♪ I was walkin' down a one-way street ♪
♪ Just a-lookin' for someone to meet ♪
♪ One woman... ♪
I'm Sofia.
♪ Who was lookin' for a man ♪
SOFIA: I am completely in love with you.
♪ Now I'm hopin' ♪ ♪ Hopi♪'
♪ That the feeling is right ♪
♪ And I'm wonderin' ♪ ♪ Wonderin' ♪
♪ If you'll stay for the night ♪
♪ So I'm comin' ♪ Good-bye.
♪ I don't want to be lone... ♪ (grunts)
(music stops)
(panting)
(sighs)
(panting heavily)
Hey, how you doing?
(grunts)
Yes?
Do you know where you are?
I'm just regrouping.
(groans)
I could give you a ride home, if you want.
No, I'm good.
Got to keep running.
It's healthy.
(groans)
(engine stops)
Actually, you know what? Um...
My mom and I
kind of got into this fight the other night.
I mean, it wasn't really a fight, it was just...
She wanted me to maybe ask you
if you wanted to go...
see a movie or something.
And I told her that would be really embarrassing,
and it would probably be
the last thing that you'd ever want to do.
I mean, some creepy girl
accosting you like you're some kind of charity.
This is really coming out wrong.
Your parents, uh... they normally pretty cool
about letting you go out on a school night?
Not really.
Do you think if you were taking me to a movie, being...
being neighborly, they might make an exception?
I don't know.
All right.
Find out, get back to me.
What is it?
It's possible.
I think maybe...
my toilet might be stopped up.
Maybe?
What's the variable?
Water's running over the top.
The carpet's all wet.
Hmm. Well, I'll take a look.
First, I just got to stop off at my room and kill myself.
(engine stops)
I think I should tell Paige alone.
I think it's less scary if it's coming from me
and she sees that I'm fine.
I think you're right.
But I want you to tell Lucy.
It's better that way.
LUCY: So he goes,
"Find out, get back to me."
Which is not exactly like, whatever, but it definitely
indicates that he might be, you know...
PAIGE: Interested?
Yeah, kind of, right?
I mean, even if he were,
it would still be the most awkward...
Do it.
You think?
Yeah, you have to do it.
And you know what else?
Like, seriously,
you have to take me with you.
(chuckles)
All right, somebody had better tell me what's going on here.
You know, I really want an ice cream.
I've been thinking about that all day.
Who wants to come with me?
Wait, but what...
You want me to go get ice cream?
You know what?
You two go ahead.
Lucy and I are going to take Bozo for a walk.
Come on, it'll be good.
Does it hurt?
No.
The chemotherapy can be rough.
They said there's nausea, and, um...
it could make me tired.
Are you scared?
Yeah, sometimes.
Not right now, though.
Right now, I feel pretty tough.
You don't look so tough.
I took $20 from your purse.
Really? When?
A while ago.
Last February.
Are you serious?
Yeah.
I've been wanting to tell you for a while.
I felt bad about it.
I'm sorry.
Well, just out of curiosity, what did you need $20 for?
It's stupid.
I want to start saving money, you know, for the future.
But...
I didn't have any money, so...
I needed a foundation.
Right.
Well, at least you're financially responsible.
I'm telling you because, other than that,
I don't have any secrets from you.
It's okay to keep some things to yourself, you know.
Yeah, but I don't.
Like, I always tell you the truth,
because you always tell me the truth, right?
Right.
If you say everything is going to be okay,
I believe you, and I know you're telling the truth,
because you wouldn't lie to me.
Maybe to other people, like...
maybe to Lucy or maybe to Dad, but not to me.
I just need to know.
Are you going to be okay?
(alarm beeping)
("Goods" by Mates of State playing)
♪ Da-da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da ♪
♪ Da-da-da-da ♪
(alarm ringing)
♪ Da-da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da ♪
(groans)
♪ Da-da-da-da, da-da-da ♪
♪ Whoa ♪
♪ Da-da-da-da, da-da-da, whoa ♪
♪ Da-da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da ♪
♪ This is the story with the fantastic lies ♪
♪ Or some facts to help us visualize ♪
(knocking on door)
♪ As for this shelter, I can plainly deny ♪
♪ But you can't... ♪
Hey.
♪ Injuring us, whoa. ♪
What's going on?
You look good.
You look better than you did the other day.
(music fades)
So what was her name?
Sorry?
The girl you wrote all those letters to.
Oh, uh, Sofia.
Was she your first love?
Yeah.
Well, there was somebody else in high school, but...
I used to have this tendency to, like, project onto girls
my fantasies of what I thought they should be like,
and it just didn't necessarily have anything to do with
what they were actually like.
It would just take me forever to figure that out.
Usually four to five months.
(chuckles)
But Sofia was different?
Yeah, well, you know...
No, actually,
that was pretty much the same deal.
Well...
(chuckles softly)
Come on.
There's something I want to show you.
This is exciting.
Do you know where we're going?
I feel like we're gonna run into the cast of "Deliverance."
I love it here.
I have this whole science fiction scenario worked out
where I, um... I pretend that,
that, uh, since there's no evidence of modern life,
that I could walk out of these woods
and be in another time and a different place.
I love that.
(brook burbling)
My husband's been having an affair.
I found out a while ago, and I didn't do
anything about it.
I told myself
it's 'cause of the girls and...
I just have a very comfortable life.
It's very clean.
(chuckles)
I'm good at that, you know.
And the thing is, he's really, really a decent guy.
I mean, he's a good provider and...
(laughs, sniffles)
Anyway, it's discreet, I guess.
I don't know.
That must sound pretty vacant to you.
I wouldn't even begin to know
how to have an opinion about that.
The thing is, I just don't...
I just don't love him.
Not like you love her, not that kind of love,
where it hurts when it's, when it's good,
especially when it's good, you know?
The further away I get from that
and the more I talk to you, you know,
I'm not so sure that was real love, either.
You know, I-I really,
I'd like just to give you a hug right now.
Would that be weird?
♪ ♪
Hey, Lucy can't know anything about Nelson, so...
Sarah...
Right.
Goes without saying.
You know, she asked me about taking you to a movie
on a school night, specifically.
We usually don't let her go out on the weekdays.
That's... responsible.
I'm making an exception.
So I'm guessing, tomorrow you probably have a...
Yeah. Another appointment.
Hey, look, uh, I don't know
when I'm going to be able to do this again.
It might be a couple days, it might be longer.
I-I do have a lot of stuff coming up.
All right.
But I-I actually have to go
-to the grocery store. -I'll go.
-Oh, okay. -Great, yeah.
I'd never been to New York before; I loved it.
And I remember that I was sitting alone
in the American Wing of the Met, and I was in the room
where they have all the paintings from
the Hudson River Valley School,
and I just suddenly had this feeling like I was awake.
Finally awake to my life.
Like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
And then, the other day, I'm sitting in the car outside
of the school waiting for Paige,
and she comes running out and she's telling me
all about her day and she jumps in the car,
and I had that feeling again, like, this is it,
this is exactly where I'm supposed to be,
right here, with her.
So I-I guess I just wish that, uh,
I could have appreciated everything more.
I just want as many
of those moments as I can possibly have, you know?
I mean, I want to go back
to New York City and sit alone in the Met.
Probably more than anything, though,
I wish I was the kind of person who would just reach over
and just... eat that candy bar
right here in the middle of the store.
Well...
then you should.
(laughs)
You know, I think I should really tell you
just a little... a little bit about what's going on with me.
Okay. But then I want to tell you something.
Okay, you go first.
All right, well, I was just going to say...
I think your husband's out of his mind.
♪ ♪
(quietly): So...
What were you going to say?
Nothing. It's really not very important.
(dials)
RECORDED VOICE: First unheard message.
AGNES: Hi, honey, it's me.
We need to talk about long-term plans,
like when you're going to come home. (squealing)
I... I don't think this is healthy.
Call me. Bye.
Uh... sir?
(chittering softly)
(whispering): You... you should go over there.
(knock at door)
What?!
It's me! I need to show you something.
It's pretty important.
You're all dressed up.
Yeah, for our date, remember?
Tonight, the cute guy from across the street.
Yeah, I just thought,
you know, with everything going on
that you might not want to do that anymore.
Look... when I get freaked out about something in my life,
I like to do research on the Internet.
Over the last couple of days, I've learned everything
I possibly could about this whole situation.
Really?
Most likely, they're going to want to do a mastectomy.
They say that can be pretty difficult
on a woman's "physi-kay"
so we're just gonna really have to watch out,
be supportive.
Then about...
three weeks later, she'll start chemo.
Did they actually say that?
Yeah, but these days, a lot of people
do chemo and definitely some radiation.
All of this doesn't scare the shit out of you?
(exhales) Well, of course it does,
but since I'm not a breast surgeon
or an oncologist, there's not
a whole hell of a lot that I can do about it tonight.
So, I was thinking we could get something to eat first.
Carter, you enjoy pizza?
They have exquisite pizza.
Yeah, I'm into pizza.
You know, I was a lot like you when I was your age.
Very feminine?
Precocious.
(jazzy Muzak playing over mall P.A. speakers)
I like her sometimes.
Are you kidding? She's phenomenal.
I rented Sprawl on DVD.
Oh, and the other day, I was reading online,
and she's been seen with Colin Farrell.
I'm going to go to the bathroom.
(faucet running)
(sighs)
Get ahold of yourself.
You're a man.
You're not weak, you're not pathetic.
Deal with it and move on.
(toilet flushes)
Oh, I know you.
Not... really.
I know what you're talking about.
My worst fear is that I'm gonna come out of the stall
after taking, like, a big dump,
and the place is all rank with...
with my, you know, my shit,
and I'm gonna know the other guy in the friggin' bathroom.
That's your worst fear?
It's up there.
Whoa. Just keeps getting better.
Hi.
I mean... hi.
Um, you guys, like, meet in the bathroom or something?
You're Eric Watts.
Yeah. I... guess I am.
You work at the Orange Julius.
I love...
I love the Orange Julius.
I didn't know that.
Yeah.
I built the car.
The Camaro?
PAIGE: Impressive.
Tres impressive.
Well, basically, I-I... I rebuilt it, uh, restored it,
which costs a lot of money,
money I didn't exactly have, hence the...
Orange Julius.
So... you're, like, what, just all hanging out?
Um, not exactly.
Uh, Lucy's mom forced them to take me to the movies
because I've been feeling really depressed lately.
Anyways, we should actually get going,
because they've still got to buy me food
and amuse me with witty anecdotes and impressions.
Well, e-enjoy your...
movie... and food.
It was nice to meet you...
...dude, whatever your name is.
Okay, so why don't you tell me something.
Now... you live in suburban Michigan.
You go to an average high school.
I want to hear about the football games.
Why don't you tell me about, uh,
like, the garage bands and prom night?
The John Hughes stuff.
Who?
I am... very old.
You didn't go to high school?
Uh, well, I went to this...
private, sort of a progressive school in L.A., you know?
Overprivileged,
(whispering): a lot of drugs.
I don't know, I, uh...
never really felt like it was
that classic experience I always wanted.
For instance, uh, there was no football team.
Well, it's not exactly
the '50s here, either.
I mean, it may not be fast-lane L.A.,
but, you know... we're not completely naive.
We do things.
Like what?
Yes, like what?
Yeah, like what?
Oh, let's see the Collin Farrell movie!
Ooh, let's not.
What is it with you and that guy, anyway?
I had a great time, Paige.
Really?
Absolutely.
I'm-I'm going to go to sleep now.
Okay.
Thanks for paying for everything tonight.
Yeah. Good night.
PAIGE: Oh...
Carter?
Mm-hmm?
Will you marry me?
Yes.
♪ ♪
RECORDED VOICE: To listen to your messages,
press one.
You have two saved messages.
(knocking)
This is my room.
Yeah.
Grab a sweater.
Why?
So... I think I'm dating
the quarterback of the football team.
I don't know, does it
get more Breakfast Clthan that?
Are you serious?
We're not exactly dating.
We're just kind of...
hanging out a lot.
His name's Gabe.
And I'm into him.
I just... I don't know.
Remember the guy at the mall?
Eric.
That's his best friend, and they do everything together.
Thanks. But they're totally different.
Gabe's...
really confident.
Maybe even cocky.
Have you kissed him?
Yeah. Sort of.
Not really, though.
Define "kissing."
Why not?
My dad's having an affair.
And the weird thing is
that I'm really not mad at him.
I mean, I am, but...
I'm mad at my mom.
Well, that doesn't seem fair.
I know.
I just...
I can't end up like her.
I mean, she's... cold and superficial.
I mean, she's obsessed with making her life
look more like a Crate & Barrel catalog.
I don't understand how she just doesn't scream
every time she looks at herself in...
I mean, especially now...
Why are you telling me this?
I don't know.
I'm sorry.
Your mom said you're a painter?
I'm not a painter.
I just... I do it sometimes.
It kind of calms me down when I'm... freaking out.
(laughs)
Helps me with my problem.
And what's your problem?
I'm afraid to kiss Gabe Foley.
You'll get over that, trust me.
When you're in the moment,
with the right person, you'll be fine.
(laughs softly)
Hey, so my mom doesn't really know anything about my dad.
All right? Thanks.
(thunder rumbles)
(Grandma humming)
Grandma.
Grandma, hey, you don't have to do that, okay?
I'm gonna clean it all up as soon as I put this on the stove.
Will you just let me? (cell phone buzzing)
What does that mean?
My cell phone? Yes.
Okay, well, uh, it's probably my boss,
and it's likely he's calling me
to tell me I no longer have a job.
You're in swimming pool resurfacing.
What? I'm a writer?
Wh-What do you write?
I write... children's books.
That's nice.
I love children.
That's not true-- I used to.
Now I resent them.
But maybe I could read one of your books.
Well, you know, I didn't bring any here with me,
so it's gonna be kind of difficult to do that.
That's too bad.
I would've loved to have read
something you wrote before I died.
(bangs cupboard)
(sighs heavily)
(knocking on cupboard)
Grandma... I hate to be the one to have to tell you this, okay?
But... you're not dying.
It's just, it's not going to happen.
So would you please, would you stop saying that?
You know what hospice is?
(groans): Oh, God.
When you find my lifeless corpse,
those are the people you're supposed to call,
and they'll manage everything.
They'll put me in a big Ziploc bag
and take me to the morgue.
I've requested incineration.
Okay. Okay.
The number for hospice in Michigan
is taped on the phone in the living room.
You want to see it? Okay. No.
(doorbell rings twice)
That'll be the deli guy.
Oh.
(laughs) Oh, wow, that's a relief.
This soup you're making is disgusting.
Aw. Thank you. I'm sorry.
Thank you, sir.
Thanks.
(door creaks)
It's been four days.
Not that I was... keeping track.
I just thought maybe...
I know Lucy told you.
I knew she would.
So I wouldn't h...
S-So I wouldn't ha...
Lucy did not tell me anything.
(labored breathing)
I'm sick.
I'm pretty sick.
I ha...
I have breast cancer.
♪ ♪
Tomorrow morning, I... tomorrow morning,
I have to go int... into the hospital,
and they have to...
Oh, shit!
And they have to cut off...
(sobbing)
I... Shit!
Hey, look at me.
I want you to look at me.
I'm right here.
And I promise you you're going to be all right.
You're going to be all right.
I know...
I didn't mean...
I didn't...
(typing)
Pandy had thought he was in the perfect relationship.
Then, one day, the child he belonged to
tossed him out on the street.
He had been replaced...
...by Colin Farrell.
(doorbell rings)
(gasps softly)
Jesus! What's up?
Hey, just go to my room. I'll be there in a minute.
It's the last one on the left. Who is...
Phyllis and I are about to have an abrupt conversation.
Let's go in there.
Grandma, let me explain something to you, okay?
Look at me, look at me.
Not okay for you to answer the front door
when you're not wearing clothes.
In fact, it's not okay for you to do anything
involving other people when you're not dressed.
I'm... I'm wearing a sweater.
Listen to me!
Get with the program!
I'm looking out for your best interests here.
Aw...
Now, if you want to give the illusion
that you are not completely demented,
you will heed my advice on this, okay?
Put some pants on.
Let's never talk about that.
Done.
How's your mom?
She's okay.
Um, she had her first chemotherapy yesterday,
so she's... she's kind of out of it.
Maybe you could visit her.
She hasn't exactly indicated that she'd be too into that.
It seemed like maybe...
Yeah. She's tired a lot.
It's good to see you.
(laughs)
So, I came here 'cause I kind of have a problem.
And you were... that night on the field,
you were really kind of helpful.
I was wondering if maybe you could...
Yeah, absolutely.
Okay. Um...
This is going to sound... (laughs)
Okay, whatever.
Um...
Apparently, Gabe couldn't wait for me to find the courage
to hook up with him, so he decided
to hook up with my best friend. Mm-hmm.
He's been...
pretty awful at school.
I mean, drama.
A lot of meaningful looks across the parking lot.
Anyway, there's this party tonight,
and I was supposed
to go with him, and now...
I mean, I haven't... I haven't talked to him...
Go.
Really? Yeah. You have to go.
Look fantastic, be nice to everybody,
have a great time.
You do that, you're a rock star.
Come with me.
(chuckling): Ooh, let's not get carried away.
Seriously, I walk in with you.
You're older, intelligent, mysterious.
Mm-hmm. I am mysterious.
I am... totally kissing your ass right now.
Come on. I mean, it would be so cool.
And I would be indebted to you for, like...
the rest of time.
(sighs)
(rock intro playing)
(boisterous chatter)
This is just like a dream I have,
but I'm naked, except for my sneakers.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the amazingly beautiful
Lucy Hardwicke.
Tonight, she's wearing a designer dress,
and is escorted by this guy.
Hey, how's it going?
Howard Porchnik.
I'm sorry, what did you say your name was?
Howard... Porchnik.
Porchnik? And your father?
Rodney Porchnik.
Is he here? He's in Bermuda, actually.
I don't think I'd be having this party if he was here.
All right, have fun, kids.
Stay awesome. Okay.
What was that?
Like, a million years ago, my mom had a thing
for that guy's dad.
Oh, my God, you're here. That's so cool of you.
And you are...?
I'm her best friend.
Yeah. I don't... Do I know you?
Oh, no.
Oh, my gosh, Madison's here.
Come on, I have so much I have to tell you.
It's f-ing crazy.
Go, go. It's all right.
You sure?
It's crazy. I'll be around.
Whoa. Hey, you're here.
I'm a real party animal.
(laughs)
So, how are you doing?
I'm good. I'm actually...
I'm really good. Oh.
That's good. (laughs)
If you need someone to talk to or...
maybe just... I don't know.
But I'm pretty much around anytime, if you...
Yeah, great. We've got to go, Lucy.
There's some seniors from Harbor we want you to meet.
So hot and funny.
Okay.
(music continues in distance)
This guy is a complete asshole.
I could've been the son of an asshole.
(cell phone buzzes)
Mom, you're never gonna believe where I'm standing right now.
SOFIA: Carter...
It's Sofia.
A-Are you there?
Yeah. Hi.
Hey, how are you?
God, I missed you.
So much is happening,
I don't even know where to start.
I just feel like my whole life is, like, crashing in.
I cry all the time, and you are the only person
I can talk to when I'm flipping out like this--
my best friend.
How are you?
Carter?
Are you the pathetic faggot
trying to scam on Lucy?
I'm going to have to call you back.
Hi.
(people chattering, rock music playing)
GABE: You think
you can step into my 'hood,
slinging game at my girl, drinking my boy's brew
and expect not to be scrapping directly?!
What?
Are you deaf and stupid?!
I said...
(laughs): Don't re...
Don't repeat all that, please.
Okay, I think the answer to your question
depends on whether you have, like, a...
like, a learning disability, or you're just an average moron.
(boy laughs)
(people gasping)
BOY: All right. Okay.
Above average moron.
ONLOOKER: Don't take that!
What was that, faggot?!
(people gasping) ONLOOKER: Eric!
What the hell?!
This guy happens to be a good friend of mine.
You complete asshole!
No, you don't.
I think we all understand that I am not
the complete asshole in this situation.
It was your mistake.
Would you just shut... Not me,
not this guy, whatever his name is.
She's amazing.
She's beautiful and intelligent and amazing.
And you blew it.
What's wrong with you? What's wrong with me?
How could I ever let you drive my car?
Come on.
You know, that's the first time in my entire life
I've ever been punched.
How was it for you?
It hurt.
I'm not a fan.
There's something I want to tell you.
I've actually never talked about it out loud.
Okay.
Something happened when I was, like, 11.
I had this friend Ethan.
I mean, we did everything together.
It's not really weird
to be friends with a boy when you're 11.
Anyway, um...
I went to his house one day,
and we were just, like...
hanging out, um, like, playing, doing kid stuff.
I don't know.
I don't think his parents were home.
It was like truth or dare,
but, like, like, a game.
I mean, there was
clothes taken off.
I'm not really even sure, like, what...
It's all right.
I freaked out.
And then, he freaked out.
And he got really defensive, saying, like...
like, it was my fault that it went that far.
I don't know-- at school, he must have told somebody,
because it was, everyone...
I was just so humiliated.
Teachers got involved and parents were...
Lucy, Lucy, that kind of thing,
that happens to kids all the time.
Really, it does.
It's just, it's not that big a deal.
Even though, hey, I know it feels that way.
I mean, afterwards, my mom and I, we never...
talked about it, at all, and...
I don't know, it just always seemed like,
like she was em-embarrassed.
That I was...
like, a pervert or something.
You're not a pervert.
You didn't do anything wrong.
Then how could she let me feel that way?
Well, you got to stop blaming your mom.
Hating her for these... You got to let it go.
If she was not there for me
when I really needed her, why should I...
Because she might die.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that.
What the f...
You know, that was really hard for me to say.
I mean, what are you trying to do, scare me?
Well, congratulations.
I'm trying to wake you up.
There's a big fucking world out there.
It's messy, and it's chaotic,
and it's never, it's never, ever the thing you'd expect.
It is okay to be scared,
but you cannot allow your fears to turn you into an asshole.
Not when it comes to the people that really love you,
the people that need you.
(scoffs)
("Iceman" by Bruce Springsteen playing)
So I guess we're done, right?
Yeah, we're done.
♪ Sleepy town ain't got the guts to budge ♪
♪ Baby, this empty nest has already been judged ♪
♪ I want to go out tonight ♪
♪ I want to find out what I got ♪
I can't. I don't...
I don't want us to...
♪ You're a strange part of me ♪
♪ You're a preacher's girl ♪
♪ And I don't want no piece ♪
♪ Of this mechanical world ♪
♪ Got my arms open wide ♪
♪ And my blood is running hot... ♪
(panting)
♪ ♪
(music fades)
Don't come any closer, please.
Okay.
I just wanted to know if you're all right.
Everything hurts.
It's my fault, I know that. I'm responsible.
But you need to hear this, Carter.
You are never going to touch my daughter again.
Hey. You can't see her.
Wait, I'm sorry. I'm...
You have to go.
(door closes)
(sighs)
(rock beat playing)
(razor buzzing)
♪ ♪
(razor buzzing)
♪ ♪
(music fades)
What is it with you?
I know.
I mean, if you don't want to talk to me, fine, whatever,
but don't send Phyllis out to make excuses for you,
saying you're not in.
Where am I supposed to believe you went?
I'm the only person you know here.
Right?
Pretty much.
It's been like a week.
I mean, five days and...
I don't know, I wanted to call you,
I just didn't have your cell phone number and...
I don't know, I just thought that you were maybe...
like, like, mad at me.
Hey, I'm-I'm not.
I'm... I'm not mad at you.
So you regret kissing me?
Lucy, I can't, okay?
I can't see you anymore.
I just, I wasn't the guy.
Okay.
Then, I guess, who is?
Actually, when you think about it,
you're going to find that you already know.
(clattering) (Sarah grunting)
(panting)
LUCY: Mom.
(clattering)
I don't feel good.
I think I, I need to...
(gagging)
(dialing)
(line ringing)
Nelson Hardwicke's office.
Hi, this is Lucy; I need my dad.
Lucy, he's not here.
Uh, he stepped out to, um....
(retching continues)
Mom, we're going to try to stand up now, okay?
I'm going to get you to the hospital,
but I need you to help me out-- I can't do this by myself.
You ready?
(groans)
WOMAN: You're having what we call a neutropenic fever.
Your white blood cell count dropped too low,
your body can't defend itself.
I spoke with Hoffman in Ann Arbor.
We're going to put you on a drug called Neulasta.
(crying)
I'm so sorry, I wasn't-- what happened?
SARAH: I'm okay.
I'm going to grab a soda. Do you want anything?
No. I'm-I'm good.
(Paige sniffles)
♪ ♪
(sighs)
(grunts)
(breathing heavily)
(sighs)
(phone beeps)
(line ringing)
(Sofia laughing over background party clamor)
Of course I do; you're a cad.
MAN: I can't help it.
SOFIA: Hello?
Hey, Sof.
Sofia, it's me.
Who?
Carter.
Who?
Carter... Webb.
Oh, Carter, baby!
Hey, this is just a really bad time.
What?
Listen, I'm at this thing in Soho,
and everybody's wasted and I'm wasted, too.
It's, it's New Year's Eve, you know?
No, it's not; it's October.
Well, it feels like New Year's Eve.
Listen, sweetie, I really want to talk to you, you know?
So let me try a little later, okay?
(chuckling): Okay.
Yeah, okay.
No, I just, you know...
I sort of...
(Sofia hangs up)
Hello?
(sighs)
What's wrong with you?
(sighs)
Can't seem to get it together.
I'm 26 years old.
I'm healthy, I'm capable.
I've had every opportunity.
My friends are getting married and having kids,
and I'm just so far away.
Why did you come here?
I'm trying to write this thing about growing up in L.A.
How long have you been trying?
Oh, 11 years, give or take.
Too long.
You're not trying hard enough.
Maybe you should think about working on something else.
Yeah, you're probably right.
I don't know, I had this idea that maybe
I could figure something out and change my life.
I was wrong.
Carter...
I am a 133 years old.
Oh, Grandma.
That's impossible.
I have spent my life trying to figure out something.
And you know what?
It's not going well.
Hmm?
I didn't say anything.
I'll be dead soon, and you'll still be alive...
so stop complaining.
Hey.
Where'd everyone go?
Paige was falling asleep.
She wanted to stay but... I just felt like being alone.
Okay.
We should talk.
(indistinct conversation in hallway)
I'm not really sure where we go from here.
Maybe you should start by telling me why you're mad at me.
(sighs)
It's hard to even...
I mean, I've been at it for so long
that I think I'd probably be mad at you
for pretty much everything and anything.
You know, they did, they did another CAT scan
before the chemo last week.
They say that, apparently,
the surgery was very successful.
There weren't any cancer cells that they can see,
so all this shit that I have to go through
is to make sure.
But I know I'm going to be all right.
And I didn't before.
I was really afraid.
(sighs)
I don't want to miss the part
where I actually get to know you.
(sighs)
Listen, I...
I don't know what happens next, either.
I don't know.
I'm just going to keep loving you.
I'm going to keep hoping you let me into your life.
And I will make mistakes, of course,
but I'll always be there for you.
There's just one thing that you've got to do for me.
What?
You've got to quit smoking.
Okay. Okay?
I will.
Okay.
You should be sleeping, Mom.
(chuckles)
♪ ♪
CARTER: Dear Sarah, I've been trying to write
this letter for a while now,
the kind you said you'd never received,
the kind I've been working on my whole life.
I remember being 13 years old, sitting in my room all night,
listening to the same song over and over.
I thought that if I could write something beautiful,
something honest
maybe I could make someone love me.
I've taken a lot for granted.
I never tried too hard.
I've always avoided responsibility.
I came here because I was running away.
I wanted to be alone.
Instead, I met you.
I met you, and you weren't taking anything for granted.
I hope you get all the moments you deserve.
I hope you go back to New York and sit in the Met,
in the room with the paintings of the Hudson River.
And I hope when you do,
you take Lucy with you,
because I know she would love it.
(tires screeching)
I'm sorry if I've made your life more complicated.
I'm sorry for a lot of things, but most of all,
I'm sorry I never got the chance to tell you--
no matter what happens next,
I'll never be anything but grateful
for every moment I spent with you.
(Sarah sighs)
And even though I keep fumbling for the right words,
all I really wanted to say was, "Thank you."
♪ Drawing your attention now ♪
♪ To all the things that you ignore ♪
♪ If I can't be with you ♪
♪ I would rather have a different face ♪
♪ If I can't be near you ♪
♪ I would rather be adrift in space ♪
♪ And if the gods desert us now ♪
♪ I'll turn this chapel into flames ♪
♪ And if someone tries to hurt you ♪
♪ I would put myself in your place... ♪
(audience laughing on distant TV)
Grandma.
(laughter on TV) Grandma.
I had one of my children's books FedEx'd from L.A.
It's called "Pandy: The Unlovable
Self-Destructive Teddy Bear."
You might really like it.
Now, there's no pictures yet, 'cause you don't...
Grandma?
Phyllis.
(whispering): Grandma.
Wake up.
Grandma?
Okay.
Eh?
(huffing)
(sighs)
Grandma.
(remote rattles)
(sighs)
(smacks lips)
(dial tone droning)
(door creaks)
♪ ♪
(sighs)
(grunts quietly)
You wrote me a letter.
It's freezing out here.
Seriously, I mean, I've heard things,
but this is ridiculous.
It's... you know...
It's depressing.
(chuckles)
I'm going to miss you a little bit.
Good.
Do you maybe want to go for a walk or something?
(sighs)
I can't.
I have to... I have to get back inside.
Okay.
I'll see you around.
Good-bye, Sarah.
Wait.
(sighs)
You know I have to have the last word.
You're welcome.
♪ Nicky's in the corner ♪
♪ With a black coat on ♪
♪ Running from a bad home ♪
♪ With some cat inside ♪
♪ Now where did you find... ♪
Stumped?
(sighs)
Yeah, I guess.
I was so close.
To what?
To being finished.
Well, what happened?
I just feel like it's missing
something at the end.
Have any ideas for me?
What's it about?
Uh, my grandmother.
She passed away.
Sorry. Was she wonderful?
Yeah, she was pretty wonderful.
Did you spend a lot of time with her?
Towards the end.
That's nice.
That's a really nice thing to be writing about.
No. I got no ideas.
That's so disappointing.
I know! It would've been so cool
if I could have just come in
and given you that perfect nugget of genius
and then just walked away.
That's what any decent waitress would have done.
Sorry. Settle for a refill?
Okay.
(coffee pouring)
I'm Carter.
Janey. Very nice to meet you.
Yeah, you, too.
Uh, you know, uh... if you're not too busy,
I was wondering, maybe do you want
to read the scene I'm working on?
It's really rough,
but I don't know,
I think it could use some fresh eyes.
Yeah, okay.
But I have to warn you, I'm a really tough critic.
Terrific.
(laughs)
(chuckles)
(pop beat playing)
♪ Well, I can remember ♪
♪ Like it was only yesterday ♪
♪ Love was young and foolish ♪
♪ Like a little child at play ♪
♪ But, oh, how lovers change ♪
♪ I never dreamed how easily ♪
♪ But now I'm just a shadow ♪
♪ Of the boy I used to be ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ And when I write the book about my love ♪
♪ It will be about a man who was torn in half ♪
♪ About his hope and ambition wasted through the years ♪
♪ The pain will be written on every page in tears ♪
♪ Oh, when I write ♪
♪ When I write the book ♪
♪ Oh, when I write the book about my love ♪
♪ When I write the book about my love ♪
♪ I was a fool to myself ♪
♪ When I kept on runnin' around ♪
♪ And I fared little better ♪
♪ When I tried settling down ♪
♪ Maybe some magic moment ♪
♪ I've never known one, not for long ♪
♪ For all too soon, the magic ♪
♪ Was in a moment gone ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, yes ♪
♪ And when I write the book about my love ♪
♪ It'll be a pop publication tougher than tough ♪
♪ When I get down on the pages all I missed ♪
♪ It will shoot to the top of the best-sellers list ♪
♪ When I write ♪
♪ When I write the book ♪
♪ When I write the book about my love ♪
♪ When I write the book ♪
♪ A thousand words a day easily ♪
♪ When I write the book ♪
♪ Oh, when I write the book about my love ♪
♪ When I write the book ♪
♪ The world will feed off of its heavy read ♪
When I write the book... ♪
(slow, gentle theme playing)
♪ ♪
(music ends)