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- Mr. Marcus Skinner,

Care of the English
Department, Stanford
University.

Dear Mr. Skinner,

my name is Shaun Brumder,
and I think you are
a total genius.

I live in California,
in a place called
Orange County.

A year ago,
I was just another
Orange County surfer,

spending my days at the beach
with my buddies...

- playing volleyball...

- Whack it, Shaun!
-Yeah!

And spending my nights
around a bonfire, partying.

School was always
a walk for me.

I did pretty well,
without trying too hard.

Hey brother, there's a tropical
storm three miles off Laguna.
Let's go, dude! Surf's up!

-But I was easily distracted.
-What about next period?

Twenty-footers, man!
Screw your period!

Twenty-footers!

Then, last April,

me and my crew drove out
to Emerald Cove

to catch some major
tsunami waves.

I don't know,
you guys.

Dude!
Face the fear!

This is intense!

Ya-hoo!

Righteous.

♪ Close your eyes
And it's better ♪

♪ The story of my life ♪

Lonny always said
that he wanted to die

eating foam
in a massive wipeout.

-But I bet he's up
in heaven right now
-After Lonny drowned,

I did some heavy meditating--
I thought,

"Maybe there's more to life
than extreme sports
and trying to get laid.

Maybe there's a bigger
purpose for me,

and I've just been
too high to figure it out."

I was sitting on the beach,
totally cogitating.

I looked down,
and there, in the sand,

was a copy of your book.

-It was like a sign.

Like your book
was calling out to me.

"Read me."

For the next few days,
I read it from cover to cover.

Your book totally
captured what's it's like
to be a teenager.

The excitement,
the confusion, the horniness.

Sometimes I laughed so hard,
I thought I was going
to puke and die.

And other times, I cried.

-Shaun?
Are you okay?
-It's just so sad!

I read your book
52 times that month,

and I finally realized
what I wanted to do
with my life:

I want to be a writer.

I've been writing ever since.
It's all I ever do.

All day and all night,
sometimes.

It was hard to get going,
but once I did,

I couldn't stop.

I'm like a machine,
and nothing else matters.

Guys,
I'm sellin' my board.

-Dude! No.
-I don't have time to surf.

-I need to focus on my writing.
-Huh? What?

My friends think
I've lost my mind.

-He's lost his mind.
-Let's get lit and jump off
the roof of my house.

Now you're talkin'.

I need some feedback,
and there's no one
here to help me.

Got your story here,
Shaun. Wow.

I had the sneaking suspicion
that my English teacher
is illiterate.

Uh, I noticed you used
a lot of big words.

Nice. Good for you.

It was a little long,
so I didn't read
the whole thing,

but who cares,
'cause I gave you an A.

-My brother Lance

is perpetually recovering
from the night before.

I'm sorry.
I don't feel good.

My girlfriend is the only one
who's actually read my work,

but she's always
so positive, it's hard
to take her seriously.

-It's like the best story
I've ever read.
-Really?

It's funny and original.

I mean, I think
it could be a movie.

I don't know if Orange
County's the best environment
for an aspiring writer.

So I'm applying to Stanford,
to study with you.

-You are a shoo-in.

Do you think I should apply
to some safety schools?

No need.
Don't you be a scaredy-cat.

There's no doubt
in my mind that you're
gonna go to Berkeley.

-Stanford.
-Yes, Stanford is where
you're going, mister.

I'm sending you
a copy of my story.

Hopefully, with
your wisdom and guidance,

I will one day
be a real writer.

I look forward to seeing you
in the fall, Mr. Skinner.

Your greatest admirer,
Shaun Brumder.

♪ Adjectives
On the typewriter ♪

♪ He moves his words
Like a prizefighter ♪

♪ The frenzied pace
Of the mind inside ♪

♪ The cell ♪

♪ The man on the street
Might just as well be ♪

♪ The man on the street
Might just as well ♪

♪ The man on the street
Might just ♪

♪ As well be ♪

♪ Outside
Outside the wall ♪

♪ Out there you don't hear
The echoes and calls ♪

♪ But the steel eye
Tight jaw ♪

♪ Say it all
Say it all ♪

♪ But the white paint
Plastic saints ♪

♪ Say it all, say it all
Say it all ♪

♪ Say it all, say it all ♪

-♪ Say it all, say it all ♪
-♪ Say it all, say it all ♪

- ♪ say somebody ♪

- ♪ Forgot to say it all ♪

Watch it, man.

What are you doing,
lying here?

Oh, my parole officer wants
to give me a drug test, and
I need your urine.

Could I score
some of your piss ?

-Yeah.
-Awesome, man.

-Bob?

-Bob, are you okay?

-Mom.
Hey, Mom!

-What?
-Somethin's wrong
with Bob.

-Did you feed him
his pills today?
-I don't know.

-Is he okay?
- No.

You gotta remember
to feed him his pills,
Mom.

Lupe! Did you
give Bob his pills?

-I'm not a nurse.

Shaun, you've got to
get rid of her right now.

Okay, baby?
She has a bad attitude.

And she's--
you stole my palm pilot.

You did!
Admit it.

-That's it.
-No, you did.

Yeah.
It's over.

What ? What, Shaun,
what happened ?
What'd she say?

She's sorry.

And she thinks you're
an incredible lady.

Listen, Mom, when
the mail comes, will
you call me on my cell?

'Cause I'm supposed to
hear from Stanford today.

Oh.

Oh, come on.
Don't get upset, Mom!

All right?
You knew this day
was gonna come.

I'm just going to college.
It's not like I'm leaving
the planet!

-Mom, get a grip!
-No! I won't.
I'm going back to bed.

-Shaun, check this out.
You gotta check this out.
-Dude, Chad is such a mooch.

-Don't call me a punk.
Don't call me a punk.
-You're a punk!

-Who paid for parking?
Who paid?
-Cause "stinge-king" over here--

I don't remember you paying
for anything in your sorry life.

Yeah, of course you don't
remember when someone else pays.

-Whenever you pay,
it's "stop the press."
-You guys know it's April 15th?

A year ago today,
Lonny died.

-No way, dude.
That's true.
-Whoa.

Can't believe it's been
a whole year.

Well, I was thinkin' that,
you know, maybe we should
do something.

-In his memory.
-Yeah.

We should pull a killer prank.
We should go jump off
something, dudes.

Yeah, bro,
or blow something up.

Maybe we should go on down to
Emerald Cove and have a little
surf in Lonny's memory.

Dude, Shaun doesn't
surf anymore, stupid.

Oh, yeah. I forgot,
he doesn't surf or skate
or pick his butt, dude.

Principal Harbert,
as you may know,

there was an oil spill
last week, off the coast
of Redondo?

And today's paper just
says hundreds of seagulls
have been affected.

So I propose a school-sponsored
fund-raiser

with all the proceeds going to
the seagull rehabilitation fund.

As the community
service leader, I think
we would be morally remiss

-if we did nothing
for these seagulls.
-Fine.

One more.
Last one.

After this, we'll let
all sick and endangered
animals die

horrible deaths.

Agreed?
Now, people, June is
just around the corner.

Let's talk
graduation speakers.
Ideas?

Toni Morrison.
She's in town that same
weekend for a book-signing.

She's won the Nobel prize.

Interesting.
Dana?

Didn't you say you have
a cousin who's friends
with Britney Spears ?

-Yeah. Best friends.
♪ Oh, baby, baby ♪

Now, when I say
Romeo and Juliet,
who comes to mind ?

-Dana?
-Claire Danes.

That's right.
Claire Danes.
Who else?

- Leonardo DiCaprio.
-Right. Who else?

You know, someone else
was involved in that movie

who in some ways is as famous
as Leonardo DiCaprio.

And his name's
William Shakespeare.

And some great movies
are based on his plays.

Hamlet.
West Side Story.

Talented Mr. Ripley.
Waterworld.

Gladiator.
Chocolat.

Mr. Burke.

As you know, my boyfriend
drowned in a surfing accident.

I don't think I can handle
Romeo and Juliet right now.

-Emotionally.
-Tanya, Lonny died
a year ago.

Well, sometimes it takes
decades to recover from
a tragedy like this.

You only went out with him
for two weeks!

-Tanya, your mom's outside.
You got into Stanford!
-Oh!

♪ Let it shine
Oh, let it shine ♪

♪ Let it shine
Oh, let it shine ♪

♪ Let it shine
Oh, let it shine ♪

♪ Let it shine
Oh, let it shine ♪

-Aah.

-Hello?
-Hey, Lance, can you do me
a favor?

-Who are you lookin' for?
-It's Shaun!

Shaun, pick up the phone!

-He's not here.

-What?

Lance, will you please just
go to the door and tell me
if the mail's there.

-I'm begging you.
-Fine. Fine.

Do I have to
turn on your computer?

No, no, no, no, no.
No. Just go to the front door.

The mail would be
in the mailbox.

Okay.
You owe me one,
buddy.

Yeah, it's here.

♪ Now I'm on my way ♪

♪ I'm on my way ♪

♪ I'm on my way ♪

♪ I'm on my way ♪

Today's the big day, Gary.

Look at me. I'm naked!

Lance! Where is it?

- Gotta be
in top physical condition--
-Come on !

-Where is it? Come on.
Where's the mail?
-I don't know.

-Are you sittin' on it?
-No! Oh, dude, I see it.
On the floor.

Push him!

Bob? Bob,
I'm moving your chair.

This is it.

This is my future, right
here in this envelope.

Hey!
You're blockin' the tube!

Oh. Sorry.

"We regret to inform you
that your application
to Stanford University

was not accepted."

Wait. What?
Wh--

I didn't get in?

I didn't get in?
Wh-- uh-- bu--

-I don't get it!

No. I don't underst--
I w--

You're overreacting, dude.

I didn't get into college,
and check me out!

-I'm kick-ass.
- Shaun. Shaun?

What's wrong?

Something horrible
has happened.

Is Bob dead?
Did something break?

I got rejected
from Stanford.

Oh. Oh, Shaun.

Oh, baby, I'm sorry.

Aw, it's okay!
I'm so sorry!

You're just going to have to
go somewhere closer to home.
That's all.

And you get to keep
living here, with Lance...

And Bob and me.

Okay. And are you
a student here?

Yes, I'm a student here.
I'm Shaun Brumder.
I'm the class president.

And you didn't
get into Stanford?
Too bad. Tough break.

Where else did you apply?

Nowhere. You told me
I was a shoo-in.

Nowhere? Not even
a safety school?

-You said, "Shoo-in."
-Let's calm down.
Let's see what we can do.

I'm just gonna
pull up your file.

Well, looks here like
your GPA Is what, 2.5,

and your SATs
combined are 940?

No.
No, that's low.

940? No.
No, no, no, no, no.
I had a 1520.

No, it says 940.

That's not my transcript.
That-that's Shane Brainard's
transcript.

-And you are?
-Shaun Brumder.

Mm.

No. No.

You didn't.

You couldn't have!
Aah!

You sent in
the wrong transcript?

-What's up, Shane?
-You guys.
I got into Stanford!

-Cool.
-I applied as a joke
and they let me in!

I'm freakin' out!

-No, I didn't. No, I didn't.
-Yes, you did. Yes, you did!

You just don't throw
accusations around here.
This is nobody's fault.

Yes, it is!
It's your fault!

You know you're
screeching at me?

Because you are a moron.
Now, listen to me, lady--

Code red! Code red! Co--
call 9-1-1. Code red!
Call 9-1-1!

♪ Come, my lady,
Come, come, my lady ♪

♪ You're my butterfly
Sugar, baby ♪

♪ Come, my lady
Come, come, my lady ♪

♪ You're my butterfly
Sugar, baby ♪

♪ You're such a sexy, sexy
Pretty little thing ♪

Hey!
Watch it!

Tanya! I got into...
Yale.

I gotta get
outta here.

I gotta get
outta Orange County.

Shaun?
Where are you going?

I'm going to my dad's.
Ow!

All right.
I'm gonna go in there,

and I'm gonna say to my dad
that he abandoned our family,

and if he wants
to make it up to me,

well then, he can start now
by making a massive donation
to Stanford.

Shaun. Okay. Remember
when all the sea lions
kept beaching themselves

in Corona Del Mar,
and nobody was doing
anything about it?

Well, me getting
all hysterical
didn't help anything.

This is it, Ashley.

I'm gonna tell my dad
that I wanna be a writer.

Hey!

Good luck.

Thanks.

-Who are you?
-I'm Shaun.

I'm your brother.
What are you suckin' on?

-My poody.
-Well, aren't you a little
old for a poody?

- Bam!
-Jake!

What did you just do?

Go pick up your poody
or you're gonna get
a time-out, mister.

No!

-Pick up your poody!
-No!

That's it!
Rosa?

Take Jake upstairs and
give him some Ritalin.

-I don't like your attitude!
-"I don't like your attitude."

Ah!
Isn't he getting big?

So what's up with you?

You look great.
Really filled out.

Your arms.
And your chest.

-You been workin' out?
-No.

Bud is getting so fat.

You should really
talk to him.

He's gonna have
a heart attack.

Plus, he's fat.

Goddamn it!
Are you trying to ruin me?

-Yeah, where is my dad?
-If you do this,
I will eat your face!

come, my lady.
Come, come, my lady. You're
my butterfly, sugar, baby.

-My lady--

-Oh, puppy! Oh, God!
Oh my God, puppy!

A writer? What do
you have to write about?

You're not
oppressed, you're not gay.

-Not all writers are gay.
-Yeah, well, they're all poor.
I can tell you that.

It's not true.
Wh-what about Tom Clancy?
Steven King. Anne Rice.

Three people!
In the history of literature!

Well, the truth is,
I don't care about
making money.

Sh--

Shaun, I have a burst
blood vessel in my brain.

I could die
at any moment.

But I keep plugging away,
day after day, because

I want to leave you
with something special--
a business.

-Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah.
I want my poody.
-A legacy!

Uh, hey, pal,
control yourself.
Can you-- give me that!

-Ha, ha.
I want my poody!
-Where's your mother?

-Rosa!
Will you get in here?

-Wham!
-Oh, no.

-Yeah, I'm coming!
-Rosa, can you get
him out of here?

-He needs a nap.
-Come here, Jake.

-I want him
to learn some limits.

-Uh, Shaun?

This is my life's work here.
When I started out, I had
nothing. Now look at me.

I've got eight and
a half million square feet
in Irvine alone.

It's a goddamn empire,
and I want to leave it
to you.

- Wham!
-This is the life
I want for you.

Yeah, but what about
what I want ?

You want to be a writer?
Well, before that, you wanted
to be a professional surfer,

so it's a little hard
to take you seriously, Shaun.

Fine.
I don't want your money.

But just for the record,
Dad, you've never done
anything for me.

It's always been
about you.

What the f--

It's over. I should just
drive my car into the ocean
and get it over with.

-Shaun, don't say that.

He was running across PCH.
He didn't have a tag.

Was I gonna
leave him there? No.

-I mean, he'd get killed.

Shaun, I have
something to confess.

-What?
-You know how you told me
that every night

before you'd go to bed,
you'd pray that you'd
get into Stanford?

-Yeah?

-Well, the other night,
I prayed for something too.
-What?

I prayed...
That you wouldn't
get into Stanford.

-Why ?

-I didn't really think
it was gonna work!
-Aww.

And I was just sitting here
thinking, "Whoa. My prayer
was answered.

And I should be happy."
I mean, I got into OCU,

and now maybe you can
go to OCU too.

And you can study creative
writing, and I can study marine
biology, and we can be together.

But then I just started
feeling really guilty.

I mean, this was your dream.

And I'm just being selfish.

-I just feel awful.
-No.

Ashley, this is
not your fault.

Well, I at least want to try
and make it up to you.

Thanks, but I really
don't think there's
anything you can do.

Well, maybe there is.
Tanya's grandfather is
on the board at Stanford.

And Tanya's my friend.
So maybe she can help us.

My grandfather is not
gonna bend over backwards
for just anyone.

Tanya, please?
Can't you just
help us?

Can't you see I'm busy?

Why don't you go
check on the dog?
Give him some water, okay?

I'll take care of this.

Tanya.

We need to have
a little chat.

Excuse me.

Look, Shaun's my boyfriend.
And I would do anything for him.

Even if that means
breaking a promise to you.

-What promise?
-Halloween?
Dana's little brother?

-Everyone knows about that.
-Maybe.

But they don't know
about Lonny's memorial.

I miss Lonny.

Me too.

Hey, I miss Lonny too.

-But, Ashley, you promised.
-And what about prom night?

Hi, Grammy.
It's Tanya.

Hi, how are you?
Yeah, is Grandpa there?

You are so awesome.

-But hey,
we should go.
-Yeah.

-Tanya's grandfather
wants to meet you in person.
-I want to meet him.

Yeah, he and his wife
are gonna come by your house
at 5:00.

-My house?
-Yeah!

Do you know
who lives at my house?

Yeah, that's right, Lupe.
Just cover his whole head.

Who are you?

I'm your wife.
Cindy?

-We met in Maui?
Hey, Shaun, look!

-Bob's still bleeding.

-What's this? Ow, what is--
Oh, my God!

Oh, he likes you.
Yes!

-We found him on PCH.
Um-hmm.
-Get him out of the house.

-I don't allow dogs in here.
-Oh, but he's so swee--

-Call the humane society.
They'll have him put to sleep.

Hey, Ash, don't you think
we should put out some cheese
and crackers or something?

-God, they're gonna be here
in, like, 15 minutes.
-Yeah, I know.

-Wh-who's coming?
-Mom, you--

You might want to
put on something more--

-You know.
-More what?

More what?
What's going on?

Shaun, what's going--
What's happening?

Okay. Sit down.
Sit down. Okay?

Just sit.
Don't be nervous,

but someone very important
is coming over to the house.

And he's bringing his wife.
And if he likes me, he's
gonna get me into Stanford.

-Are they coming over now?
-Yeah. They're gonna be here
in a couple of minutes.

Shaun,
the house is a mess.

And Bob is bleeding.
And you cannot expect me
to drop everything I'm doing

and just entertain
these strangers!

Drop what?
What were you doing?

-Uh, I--
-Look,

This is my last chance
to get into Stanford.

I know, honey, and--
it's not a good day for me.

-But I have to go to college!
-Why?

Because that's what you do
after high school!

Please don't do this to me,
all right?

Please don't sabotage me,
because every time I try
to depend on you,

-you start acting like
a total lunatic!
- Oh, Shaun.

Mom?

Mom?
I'm sorry.

So, uh-- so now
I'm a bad mother?

No. No, you're not.
Will you please just
put on some clothes?

I sacrificed
a lot for you, Shaun.

I sacrificed Damian
for you.

-Your tennis instructor?
-He was beautiful!

And Serbian.
And when your father left,
I almost married him.

And if I had, we'd be living
in a condo clipping coupons
and eating lunch meat.

So, I didn't.
I married Bob!

For you.
I had sex with Bob.
Four times. For you!

So how can you say
I'm a bad mother?

I'm not saying that.
Mom, you know that
money can't buy happiness.

Oh, grow up.
Yes, it can!

-You and dad both have money,
and you're both miserable.
-He's miserable?

-Shaun, did he say that?
-Mom,

this is the most decisive day
of my life.

And all I am asking for
is one hour.

One hour w-with no big scenes,
and no nervous breakdowns
and no Meryl Streep impressions.

Just one hour where
you act like a normal,
loving parent.

-Can you do this for me?
- Oh, Shaun.

Yes, I can.

Thank you, Mom.

But I'll need a glass of wine.
There's some chardonnay
in the fridge.

O-o-okay!

I'll be right back.
Don't move!

-Oh, Ash, I am
really nervous.
-Don't be.

-Everything's gonna be fine!

They're early!

Lance. Lance!

Some very important people
are coming over to the house,
so stay in your room.

-Why?
-Because you're
an embarrassment.

-Oh, okay.

-"Shaun."
-Shaun.
Shaun.

-Mom, they're here!
-I- I look like a pinata.

Yeah, you look great.
Just remember what I said.

No big drunken scenes,
okay?

- Yeah.
-Okay, Lupe is with Bob.
Lance is in his room...

And mom is dressed.

-How do I look?
-Very handsome.

-Now just be yourself.

-Okay. Okay.
Come on!
-Okay.

-You must be Shaun.
-Yes, sir. Yes, sir,
Mr. Gantner. Please come in.

Mrs. Gantner.
Thank you so much
for coming.

-This is my girlfriend,
uh, Ashley.
-Hi.

-Hello, Ashley.
-Nice to meet you.

-You're friends with Tanya.
-Tanya's very upset
by your situation.

I don't like it when
my granddaughter is upset.

Tanya has Arthur wrapped
around her little finger.

-That's right.
-Hello! Hello!

Hello! Oops.
Hi, I'm Cindy Almond-Buegler.

-Hello, I'm Arthur Gantner.
My wife, Vera.
-How do you do?

Hello. Welcome!

Excuse me!

Won't you please, uh,
make yourselves at home.

Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you, thank you,
thank you.

Thank you.

-So, Shaun, tell us
about yourself.
-Uh--

Well, uh, I'm
a National Merit Scholar.

Uh...
Straight "A" student,

and I want
to be a writer.

Do you like John Grisham?
I sure do.

Shaun's also our
class president,

and he was the representative
at our model UN.

-Hmm!
-Yeah, he's a fabulous kid,
Mr. Gantner.

Arthur, please.
Call me Arthur.

Even as a little boy,
he was so smart!
I miss those days.

Yeah, the last few years
have been, um, really hard.

Ah. Ahh !

I helped my former husband
start his business.

And as soon as he gets
a little money, he starts
screwin' around on me.

-Oh, my goodness.
-Ahh.

He left me for
a 20-year-old
he met at the gym.

- Oh!
-Yeah.

I walked in on them
in a motel in La Jolla.
She's got him naked

and handcuffed to the bed.

So we divorced,
I remarried.

Then, this new one,
uh, Bob,

he starts
fallin' apart, and...

Then it's just...
One shitstorm after
the other.

- Shaun! Let us in!

- Yo, bro!
-What's up, dude?

-We heard you tried
to kill Mrs. Cobb.
-Shh!

Yeah. Dude! Are you on
a violent rampage, dude?

You guys,
what do you want?

-All right.
-All right, bro.
Check it out.

We thought, in Lonny's
memory, right? We could
go down to Emerald Cove,

and we could take
his board, and we could
like, push it

-out into the ocean.
-Yeah.
Or blow it up.

-Right.
-Dudes, it sounds like
a great idea, all right?

And I'll do it, but I can't
right now, because I got some
very important people over.

-So--
-Whoa.

-More important
than us, huh?
-No.

-More important than Lonny?
-Of course not.

-Yeah, right, bro.
This is his birthday, man.
-Yeah, man.

Like his "death-birthday."
Doesn't that mean
anything to you?

You know what?
Just go hang with your
little "vips," all right?

That's right, man.
Sorry we intruded
on your tea party.

-Yeah, if you need us,
we'll be out in the van.

-Pickin' each other's butts.
Naked.
-Yeah.

-Huh?

So I, uh, I visited
Stanford in the fall.

-It's a beautiful campus.
-Isn't it lovely?

We go up there for
football games, and of course,
Arthur is on the board!

-So, uh--
-Excuse me. Sorry.

Shaun, have
you seen my piss?

My parole officer called.
He wants that piss.

'Cause man, I know
I got it around here.

Lance, don't you see
that we have company?

Oh, hey, what's up?
Oh, there it is!

-Ah! Oh, I'm so sorry.
-Okay, look.

Somebody's going
to fill this up,
or I'm going to jail.

-All right?
- Will you
just get out of here?

- Fine!

I'd like to "protose"
a toast.

Shaun has been
a wonderful son.

And I want him
to be happy!

I'm going to be all alone!

-Hey! Hey!
-Uh!

-Dear god!
-Pills!

Mom, you didn't give
Bob his medication.
Excuse me for a minute.

-Dude! Dude!

-Dude!

-Where are Bob's pain pills?

-No, this is Excedrin.
-It's a decoy.

I put my stash
in aspirin bottles.

Yellow are painkillers.
They go in Excedrin.

Lance,
listen to me, all right?
I need Bob's pain pills.

-Bob doesn't have any
pain pills. I sold 'em.
-Yes he does.

-But these are good.
No, no, no, no, no, no!
-What?

Wait, uh, yellow are--

Not pain killers,
what are they-- speed!

No, they're the "x."
The painkillers are
in the Tylenol.

-Give him one of these.
It'll knock him right out.
-Thanks.

Wait. Please. Mr. Gantner,
where are you going?

You people are sick.
Your mother's a drunk.
Your brother's a pervert.

Shame on you for
abusing an old man!

He's fine!
Tell them you're fine, Bob.

-Look, I know how
this looks, all right?

-But I do everything
I can for Bob.
-Um--

-I love Bob!
- Hey!

-Oh!

Stanford is for
the best and the brightest,

the future
leaders of America.

You'll never go to Stanford
as long as I have a breath
in my body.

-Watch your fingers.

-What happened?
-You went
for a ride, Bob.

Ohh.

♪ Down, lay me down ♪

♪ Lay me down ♪

♪ Lay my burden down ♪

-♪ Lay me down ♪
-Shaun?
Are you okay?

Shaun.
Shaun!

I got you, buddy.

You should sue, man.
This isn't right.
Sue the school.

-Shut up, Lance.
-Or you know what?
Just go to Stanford anyway.

Go up there and take
the classes, don't take
"no" for an answer.

-Just say, "Hey, I'm
goin' here. Kiss my ass."
-That's actually a good idea!

-What is?
-I should! I should
go up to Stanford!

If I talk with the dean
of admissions face to face,
and tell him my situation,

-he's gotta let me in.
-I can get you there
in three hours.

You're gettin'
into Stanford, buddy.
I know it. I know it!

Thanks, man.

Have a question for you.
No. I got something to say.

-I'm gonna do something
with my life.

-Yeah, man!
-Good.

Dude, I get these ideas.
I got so many ideas
burnin' through my skull.

Like, I don't know.
Like hats and shirts.
Like Stussy.

Do you know what?
Stussy got started out
making

hats and shirts
for surfers in Hawaii.

Now he's like a millionaire.
He parties in Hawaii!
24/7, buddy!

-I could do something like that.
Don't you think, Shaun?
-Yeah.

Like a fuckin' shirt
that says, "loser!"

Er, uh, I don't know--

"Talk to the hand."
Or something like that,
man.

Those would sell.
Or I don't--
I got these ideas!

Like a hat.
A big old hat that goes

-You know?

- Watch the road,
dumb-ass.

They've written me off, man.
Did you know that?
People have written me off.

-Like Dad, for one.
-Hey, just keep
your eyes on the road.

Dude, I'm gonna have
the last laugh.

Because here's why.
Some little chumps
go to college.

Some little chumps
stay home. Some little
chumps eat roast beef,

And some little chumps have
none; but this little chump's
gonna cry, "Wee, wee, wee,"

all the way
to the biz-neck.

-You know
what I'm saying?
-Yeah. Yeah.

- I love you, dude.
We don't say it enough.
- I love you too.

We don't say it enough.
And it's true, and
it's not the drugs, buddy.

-Hi.

-Hi.
-Uh, I need to talk...

-to the dean of admissions.
-Well, it's 10:30 at night,
so he's not here right now.

I-I know, but you see,
this is an emergency.

Yeah, I'm sure.
You'll have to come back
tomorrow, though.

-Could you maybe just
give us his phone number?
-What? His phone number?

Please, you guys,
cut me some slack.
Come back tomorrow.

All right,
we're closed,
okay?

That's such crap.
That is such crap!

Shaun, screw her.
You know what?
Screw her!

-Are you cold?
Do you want my jacket?
-Yes, please. Thank you.

Man!
She thinks she's so smart
'cause she goes to Stanford?

Well, I'm smart too.
You watch, I'm gonna
pull a Macgyver.

I will break in a window,
I'll look around, and find a--
what do you call that thing?

Directory!
You stay here.
I'm gonna be back

in fifteen minutes
with the directory.

Reconnoiter, fifteen!

Well, the dean's probably
listed. You could just
call information.

Hey, what are you doing?

Uh, hey...
Cutie.

What do you want?

Well, the question is,

what do you want?

Listen, uh--

Do you want me
to call public safety?

Do you want me to get naked
and start the revolution?

I'll take that
as a "maybe."

-Yes? Yeah?
-Hi, Mr. Durkett?

-You're such a liar!
-Girls, Gina, Stephanie,
I told you knock it off.

-Dad, Stephanie
stole my flip-flops.
-So deal with it, Gina.

Go. Yes?

Hi, I'm Shaun Brumder.
I need to talk to you
about my application.

It's late.
I gotta get up
for a 7:00 flight.

-But there's been
a big mistake.
-I'm sorry.

There's nothing I can do.
Good night.

-Yes?

Hi, Mr. Durkett.
Look, we drove all the way
here from Orange County.

And can't you just give us
five minutes of your time?
Please?

Okay, you have
five minutes. Go.

Okay. Stanford University
was my first choice.

All right? In fact,
I didn't even apply
to any other schools,

but my college counselor
sent you the wrong transcript.

-Show me your transcript.
-I left it in the car.
I'm just gonna go get it.

It's just gonna
take two seconds.
Please don't go anywhere.

-Okay.
-Don!

-What?
-Where are
our bathing suits?

There's a dive bag.
A green mesh dive bag
on the floor in my closet.

-Just look in there.
-Who are these people?
Get rid of them?

-Could I have one of those?
-Oh. Yeah.

-Thank you.
My head is killing me.
-Oh, take two. Or three.

Thank you.

Yeah, or you can just
have the whole bottle.

-Thank you.
- When you're
done down there,

I need help
closing my suitcase.

Okay.
I'll be up
in five minutes.

-Coming.

Ah, come on.

Jesus, you look like
a beast.

-Where's Shaun?
I need to talk to him.
-He's driving to Stanford.

He's having a crisis.
In case you didn't know.

-I know all about it,
thank you.
-Yeah you're such a good father.

-So good to your kids.
- I need a drink.
Have any beer, coyote ugly?

This is an excellent transcript.

You should be very proud,
but what can I tell ya?
If I'd had this...

By January 21st,
you might have had a shot,
but uh--

-Don, I need you.

-Excuse me.

- All right, now
what is the big deal?
-He's gonna say no.

Hey.
Don't let him say no.

-It's gonna be fine.
-Okay.

Thanks.

So, what's up with
your brother and aspirin?

Does he, like, get
a lot of headaches,
or what?

What is that smell?
What am I sitting in?

Oh, relax.
It's just urine.

Oh.

You know, your son was
being a real brat today.

-A real pain in the ass.
- My son.

He said I was selfish.
He said that, "Everything's
always about me."

Yeah, he called me
a drama queen. Said I was
trying to sabotage him.

So, how's Bob?

How's what's-her-face?

-She's sleeping around.
- No!

-I can't talk to her.

She doesn't play tennis.
She's not a good mother.

She's not like you.

Want another beer?

Oh!

Look, sometimes
I leave the office
at the end of the day,

and I get into my car
and head home,

and 15 minutes later,
I'm here.

Parked in front of this house.
It's annoying.

It's totally out of my way.

I made a mistake and
I'm tired of paying for it.
I want you back.

You're such an asshole.

-Which ones were they?
-Umm--

-Excedrin?
-Excedrin.
Okay.

Excedrin are...
pain pills!

-Pain pills.
-No! Oh, my god!

-What?
-We just gave the dean of
admissions three hits of--

Where were we?

Um--

Well, Mr. Durkett,
uh, to me,

Stanford's not just
a school, it's--

It's my entire
reason for living.

Every night before
I went to bed, I'd pray
that I'd get into Stanford.

And I worked really hard.
And when all my friends
were out having fun,

I stayed in,
and I studied.

That's good.
That's what you have to do.

Eighty-two percent--

Wait a second.
I like you.

-What's your name?
-Shaun.

Shaun. Shaun?
I like you.

I do.
I don't know why,

I just like you!

Thanks.

I feel so... Good!

Is it me, or is it, like,
hotter than hell in here?

-Hey, can you help me?
-Yeah. Yeah! Yes.

Yes, I can. No.
I'm-- there's no time.
I'm leaving.

Going to Bali.
Going to Bali with my family.

I love them so much.

I need... Water?
Or... I need to lie down.

-Hey, uh,
before you do that--
-Shaun?

You're my same height.
That is neat.

Yeah, it is. Hey, listen.
Let's go to your office?

And you can add my name
to the acceptance list?

-Before you leave for Bali.
-Sounds good.
Sounds good. Yeah.

Oh, man!
The lights are--

-Like, vivid!
-Well, it's
a beautiful night.

-You're so beautiful.
Come here. You're welcome.
-Oh! Thank you.

You know, I really
appreciate this.

That's okay, Shaun,
'cause I feel

like I've known you
forever.

- Hey!

I have a confession.
I never went to college.

It's overrated.

My brother wants to go
here next year.

Well, I hope he's...
on this list.

-What's that?
-It's a list of people
they've accepted.

They rejected him,
the jerks.

Don't do that.

When I was little...
I was a total pyro.

-I was too.
-Ooh!

Put that out, man.

-Put it out.
-Whoa!

-Who are you people?
-I'm Shaun Brumder.

You're going to help me
get into Stanford.

And we're at your office.

Oh, my God!

-Whoo!

Ray, do me a favor.
Back that engine out.
We gotta knockdown.

-Okay!
-That's negatory, Julio.
Need you to wedge that popper.

Hey!
Hey!

-What's your name?
What is it?
-Uh, Joe-- John.

-Joe John.
-Your name's "Joe John"?

John... Ston.
Johnston, Joe.

-You want to tell me
what happened here?
-Uh, just a fire.

I don't know.
I came by and was...

Checkin' out the fire.

Well, that lady, Mona,

she said you two
were in the building
when the fire started.

Yeah, she's a liar.
'Cause I don't know her.

So, whatever-whatever
she says is a lie. So--

-You're saying you weren't in
the building with that woman?
-No. Not I.

All right.
She started it, all right?
Because, she was, like,

"I hate my job!
I'm gonna burn
this mother down!"

I said,
"You'd better not!
You'd better not!"

-She said it was
an electrical fire.
-It was.

It was a total electrical fire.
It was, like, uh,

the switches had
sparks comin' out, and
the sockets and, uh--

It was like
the fourth of July, man.

-Why aren't you wearing
your pants, Joe?
-I tripped and, uh--

Then I had to take 'em off
to run faster out of the flames.

I think I inhaled
some smoke.

Will you excuse me
one second.

I'll be right back.

We've a got a sprinter.
Five-foot-five,

no pants,
unkempt... Portly.

-You'll be fine.
Wait. W-wait a second.

-Mr. Durkett--
- This guy thinks
he's the dean of admissions.

Shaun.
Shaun.

Shaun,
it's so psychedelic.

Buddy, I light one match,
and the building blows up.

Well, I was just tryin'
to help you, bro.

By setting
the building on fire?

-I was high.
-You're always high.

Y-you're a drugged-out loser.
You think you're gonna create
a t-shirt company?

You can't
even dress yourself.

Harsh.

Shaun,
I'm so sorry.

I should've seen this coming.

The one day I need my family
to come through for me,

they end up doing
what they always do.

My father goes ballistic;
my mother gets plastered

and my brother
burns down a building.

It's like they've
all come together

in some evil conspiracy
to prevent me
from getting anywhere.

-Is that what you think?
-What else am I supposed
to think?

You know,
I really believed that you
wanted to go to Stanford

because you wanted to study
with Marcus Skinner.

That's not it,
is it?

-What are you talking about?
-You want to run away.

You want to be free
of everybody.

You think by
coming up here, you're gonna
meet people that are...

Smarter and saner...

And better.

You know, if you went
to Stanford, that'd be
the end of us.

It doesn't seem to me
like that thought
ever crossed your mind.

-Oh, Ashley, come on!
-Shaun, I'm sorry you didn't
get into Stanford.

But, if you think going here

is the only way you can be
the person you want to be,

then I just
feel sorry for you.

-Bud!

-Bud!

What's going on?
What are you doing
in that bathrobe?

I'm not going
to lie to you, Krista.

Did you sleep
with your ex-wife?

Ughhh.

-I want a divorce.
-Really?

-You can have the house.
-Really?

-What about Jake?
-I thought we could
share custody.

Okay. Great.

Hey, but could you
take him tonight?

'Cause there's this new club
in Newport that's supposed
to be totally bitchin'.

-Oh, okay.
-Thanks, Bud.

So you have my pager number
and my cell phone number.

If you need me just
call me, and I think
this is a great idea.

-Good. Later.
-Later.

-Whoo !

-Yes!
-Huh.

♪ I'm taking a ride ♪

♪ Off to one side ♪

♪ It is a personal thing ♪

♪ Where when I can't stand ♪

♪ Up in this cage
I'm not ♪

♪ Regretting ♪

♪ I don't need ♪

♪ A better thing ♪

♪ I've settled for less ♪

What are you reading?

Faulkner.

-Great writer.
-Yeah! Sure!

You're an English major?

No.

I don't even go here.

So, you're just visiting.

I should probably go.

Okay.
It's nice meeting you.

Hey.

I'm going to a party.

Well, maybe you'll
come check it out?

- So, uh--
so do you like Faulkner ?

He's okay.
I mean, he's kind of boring.

I think I might just
get the Cliff Notes.

-Hey, Gretchen.
-Hey!

There are
some serious cuties
at this party.

And lock me up
because I am horny!

Guys, this is Shaun.

- Hi.
-Hi.

Oh, my God!
This is our song!

-Oh, my God!

♪ come, my lady
Come, come, my lady ♪

♪ You're my butterfly
Sugar, baby ♪

♪ Come, my lady
Come, come, my lady ♪

♪ You're my butterfly
Sugar, baby ♪

♪ Such a sexy, sexy
Pretty little thing ♪

♪ 'Cause people think
She got me sprung
With your tongue ring ♪

- Scrabble?
I love Scrabble.

Last time I played, actually,
I threw down the word "mazer."
It's a type of cherry tree.

I even got
50 bonus points.

-So, you don't look familiar.
Are you a freshman?

No, not even.
I'm still in high school.

-Oh, did you apply
to Stanford, or--
-No, no.

I'm-I'm going
to Orange County
University.

-That's where I'm from--
Orange County.
-Really.

-I've heard of Orange County.
-Yeah, I love it there.

The weather's great,
people are nice.

I want to be a marine biologist,
so it's the perfect place
for me to study.

-Uh-huh.
So what about you?

I'm a comparative
literature major.
Yeah, I want to be a writer.

Fiction, poetry,
screenplays,
whatever, you know.

Actually, I have
an idea for a TV show.

It's about vampires,
ostensibly, you know.
But, underneath,

it's actually about
the reunification of Germany.

-But it's funny, it's--
-Yeah, my boyfriend wants
to be a writer too.

-Your boyfriend?
-Yeah, Shaun.

He's--
he's really talented.

He wrote this great story

about growing up
in Orange County.

And it's just
really funny and smart.

But, I mean, it really doesn't
matter what I think, so--

-Why not?
-Ooh!

-Shaun?
-Hey.

-What's up?
-Is this your boyfriend?

-Ohh.
-What are you,
like, spying on me ?

No!
I was just, uh--

I was just up
on the balcony and, uh--

Yeah,
I was spyin' on you. Ow.

-And who's this?
-I'm Kip.

Yeah, Kip, let's go inside
where we can be alone.

Oh, come on, Ash.

Ashley.

Ow.

Mr. Skinner?

-Hi.
-Hi.

You're Marcus Skinner.

-You're-you're
a good writer.
-Thank you.

I'm obsessed with you,
Mr. Skinner.

Um, not in a sexual way
or romantic way
or anything like that.

Just, uh,
your writing.

I'm Shaun Brumder.
I wrote you a letter
a couple of months ago,

and I sent you
one of my stories.

"Orange County."

Yeah!

Yeah, wait, uh-uh--

-Did you read it?
-Oh, yes. Yeah.

It was a great story.

I can't, uh--

I'm sorry, uh--

It's been a long day.

Could you just say that--
what you just said--
just one more time ?

It was a great story.
I really enjoyed it.

Mr. Skinner, uh--

Dude--

You have no idea
what that means to me.

The characters are unique--
well-drawn.

The mother-- drunk,
arguing with all the maids.

The brother
always passing
out everywhere.

And I love the girlfriend--
the bleeding heart animal freak.
She was my favorite.

Yeah, you really love
your characters. It comes
through in the writing.

Well, thank you.

I-- I never really
thought about it that way.

-My only criticism--
-Yes. Oh, please.

It's what I need.

-You need an ending.
-I know. I-I just--

-I don't know how to end it.
-You should figure that out.

Maybe I can help you.

Well, uh,
I didn't get into Stanford.

Yeah. So, uh--

So that means
I can't work with you.

I want to be a good writer,
Mr. Skinner.

But I'm just afraid

that if I don't get out
of Orange County,

it's never gonna happen.

You don't have to be
afraid of that, Shaun.
You are a good writer.

And every good writer has
a conflicted relationship
with the place he grew up--

Joyce, Faulkner, Tolstoy.

And that's what I remember
loving about your story.

It's very conflicted.

'Cause,
at the beginning, you think
these people are doomed.

I mean, this family is heading
for disaster, and then,

as you read on, you see
that that there exists,

beneath the surface,
these very real connections.

These...
Deep relationships.

What I took
from your story is this:

That even in a world where
people can be superficial

and stupid and selfish,

there's still hope.

Was that the message
you were trying for?

♪ There is a place
It has a face ♪

♪ And he was walking
Out the door ♪

♪ Three times done
And you go, and you go ♪

♪ You are free
You are free ♪

♪ It's a long way home ♪

♪ What have we done
Was it wrong
Was it wrong ♪

♪ Was it me
Can't you see ♪

♪ It's a long way home ♪

Shaun! Shaun! Shaun.

Shaun, Shaun,
Shaun, Shaun.
Over here.

-Ahhh!
-Sorry.

-Ow! God! Dick!
-Sorry.

-God! Lance! Ow!
-I'm sorry. Shh.
It's just a nick.

-Shh-shh-shh-shh.

-Dude, you will never
believe who I just met.
-Shh. Who, who?

-Marcus Skinner.
I met Marcus Skinner!
-Shhh!

-What? Who?
Okay!
-The writer.

-He liked my story!
He liked my story!
-Shut up!

That's awesome,
but I am goin' to prison!

-What?
-Yeah, some cops
are right on my ass.

Now, listen. I've been
thinking about it. We are
goin' to Mexico, buddy.

-Right now!
Please?
-Oh, Lance.

-Ohh, God.

Okay. All right.
Fine. We're leaving.
We're leaving.

-But we got to get
Ashley first.
-No, I'm sorry.

No, that's not
in the cards, "bro-seph."

Listen, she'll be fine.
Just forget about her.

Some dude'll pick her up
and give her a nice bed
to sleep in.

-Lance--
-Okay!
We will go and get her.

But you gotta follow me,
'cause I am an expert
at "excaping."

Let's go. Fast "excape."
Fast "excapes"
are my expertise. Come on.

-Be careful.

Follow me.

Lance?
Are you okay?

Go get the Bronco, Shaun,
and come back for me.

Okay.
Dude?

-Promise me, dude.
-Yeah, I promise.

Duhhh.

The whole time I'm thinkin'
it's the alternator.

My brother says to me,
"No, bro, it's the carburetor,"
and it turned out he was right.

Ashley!

-Would you get in the car?
-I'm mad at you, remember?

I know, but can we talk
about it in the car, please!

Hey, you heard her.
'Kay, why don't
you leave her alone?

Hey, butt out, dude.
Ashley, get in the car,
right now. Get in the car.

No.

Shaun, apologize to her.
Tell her you're sorry.

I'm sorry!

Dude, come on.
Say it like you mean it.

Ashley.

I'm so sorry.

Now,
tell her you love her.

Tell her you love her.

I love you.
I love you so much.

Good. You love him.
He loves you. Now, get in...

The damn Bronco!

Ashley, now! Now!

-Now!
-Kip, it was really nice
to meet you.

Get in the car!

♪ Hey, babe
What can I do ♪

♪ I've been ♪

-♪ Out searching for you ♪

-Shaun.
-Yeah.

What? Oh, Lance,
isn't gonna be able
to hear anything.

He's passed out.
He's not gonna wake up.
I promise.

Okay, you don't believe me.
Lance.

-Lance!

See? Nothing.
He's out cold.
Like a light. Come on.

It'll be fine.
I promise, okay?

Clearly, you're not an expert
on negotiations, so let me just
walk you through this.

You come in with a proposal
that's over the top.

You want a new gymnasium--
$40 million.

Then I counter with
a lowball offer like, uh, uh,
$2,000 for a medicine ball.

- That is
absurd and offensive.
-What?

- It's offensive, sir.
Stanford University doesn't--
-No, no, no-no-no--

- We already have
a medicine ball.
-No, you're not hearing me.

- No, sir, I believe it's you
who's not hearing--
-You're not hearing me!

-Hey, hey, hey.
Drink your milk.
-I don't want milk.

-I want my poody.
-Well, your poody's been
retired.

You're a little big for--
Where are you goin'? What?

You don't want the milk?
Fine. You want some juice?

Yes. Okay.
Why don't you go
to the fridge...

Open it up
and get yourself some.

And get some for me
while you're at it.

Ooh, you're helpful.
Finally, some help
around here.

-♪ Hey, don't write
Yourself off, honey ♪

♪ It's only in your head
That you feel that ♪

♪ All looked down on-- ♪

-Hey, guys, what's up?
-Hey, what's up, dude?

Hey, dude, check this out.

Last night
we were at this party,

and little Arlo here,
he decides to, like,
profess his undying love for me.

-Did I tell you he was
a fruitcake or what?
-Bro. Bro.

That's not true.
This is the real story, dude.

Chad crashed
at my house, right?

And I woke up in the night.
He was fondling my--

Dude, I lost my keys.
I was lookin' for 'em.

-Hey, do you guys
want to come in?
- All right.

- Jake.
-Yo.

-What are you doing here?
-Hello, everybody.

-Hey, Bob.
-How was your trip?

It was okay.

Uh, just come back
with an offer.

Yeah, well, we don't have to
dot the i's and cross the t's.

You have your people.
I have my people.

I'll call you back.
My kids just walked in the door.

-Hi, guys.
-Dad, wha--

Mom,
what is going on ?

Uh, Shaun. Lance.

Uh, something happened
last night.

Uh, your mother and I,
we, uh--

-Well--
-You banged Mom?

That's not the word
I would use, but,

yes, we came together.

Ahhh.

Are you serious?

-Guess what else we did?
-I've been on the phone
all morning with Stanford.

Your mother and I
donated the money for
a new admissions building.

I guess the old one
burned down.

We got you
into Stanford, Shaun.

You did that for me?

-Yeah.
-Really?

-Yeah, bro,
way to go, man.
-We're stoked, dude.

Yeah!
Stanford!

Congratulations, Shaun.
That's-- that is awesome.

♪ I was sitting
In a crummy movie ♪

-♪ With my hands
On my chin ♪

♪ All the violence
That occurs ♪

♪ Seemed like we'd never win ♪

♪ Love and mercy ♪

♪ That's what
You need tonight ♪

♪ So love and mercy
To you and your friends ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ I was lying in my room
And the news came on TV ♪

-Uh, hey.

Uh...

I was just up in my room
thinkin' about Faulkner,

and, uh, wondering
if he had left
the south

would he have ever written
Light in August?

Or what if, uh--
what if James Joyce
had left Ireland ?

Well, I mean, he did
leave Ireland, but...

Not in his heart.

Do you see what
I'm getting at here?

I don't need
to go to Stanford
to be a writer.

All I need
are the people
who inspire me,

like my friends...

And my family...

And you.

So I'm gonna stay.
I'm gonna stay
in Orange County.

-You are!
- ♪ Love and mercy
That's what you need ♪

♪ So love and mercy ♪

♪ To you and your friends
Tonight ♪

Stanford sucks!

-Yeah!
-♪ Love and mercy ♪

♪ That's what you need
Tonight ♪

"Dear Mr. Skinner, I'm writing
you to say thank you

for all your words of wisdom.

It took me a while,
but I finally realized

Orange County
is the perfect environment
for an aspiring writer.

Today I went down to the beach
with a copy of your book.

I left it there by the water.

Maybe another mixed-up kid
will stumble upon it.

And maybe it will change
his life like it changed mine.

Later, Mr. Skinner.

Yours truly, Shaun Brumder."

♪ I feel so peculiar ♪

Dude, don't touch!
I'm lighting the fire. It was
my idea, and you're an idiot.

-You're gonna blow off your
hand. Give me the lighter.
-No.

Dude, Lonny would have wanted
me to blow up his board, dude.

Lonny thought
you were a tool.
Lonny thought you were a fool.

-Hey, guys, what are you doin'?
-Gonna blow up
Lonny's board, man.

It's gonna be explosive.
Check it out.
It's got so many M-80s.

It's gonna be like
the fourth of July.

-Dude,
what are you doin'?
-I'm goin' surfin'!

Yeah!
-All right!

-Come on! Let's go!
-Whoo! Whoo!

♪ Step into my world
Where you know ♪

♪ You're everything ♪

♪ Everything I need ♪

♪ I'm suddenly hopeful
Whenever you're in sight ♪

♪ That's right ♪

♪ I talk about you all day
Whisper your name at night ♪

♪ That's right ♪

♪ Whatever you need
What I would give you ♪

♪ You should ask it of me ♪

♪ To make you feel complete ♪

♪ Hello, hello
Won't you come right in ♪

♪ I'd give anything
Just to see you again ♪

♪ Hello, hello
Won't you come right in ♪

♪ Step into my world
Where you know
You're everything ♪

♪ Everything ♪

♪ You know
I feel so peculiar ♪

♪ You know
I feel so peculiar ♪

♪ You know I feel ♪

♪ So ♪

♪ Strange ♪

♪ We've been on the run
Drivin' in the sun ♪

♪ Lookin' out for number one ♪

♪ California, here we come ♪

♪ Right back
Where we started from ♪

♪ Well hustlers grab your guns
Your shadow weighs a ton ♪

♪ Drivin' down the 101 ♪

♪ California, here we come ♪

♪ Right back
Where we started from ♪

♪ California ♪

♪ Here we come ♪

♪ On the stereo
Listen as we go ♪

♪ Nothing's
Gonna stop me now ♪

♪ California, here we come ♪

♪ Right back
Where we started from ♪

♪ Pedal to the floor
Thinkin' of the war ♪

♪ Got to get us to the show ♪

♪ California, here we come ♪

♪ Right back
Where we started from ♪

♪ California ♪

♪ Here we come ♪

♪ California
California ♪

♪ Here we come ♪

♪ Ohh-oh ♪

♪ California
California ♪

♪ Here we come ♪

♪ California
California ♪

♪ Here we come ♪

♪ California
California ♪

♪ Here we come ♪

♪ California
California ♪

♪ Here we come ♪