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Dad? Hey.
What are you doing down here?
Oh, I was on the chair last night.
You and Mom had a fight?
Were you being emotionally distant again?
What does that mean anyway?
It means that I'm not fascinated by every little detail of your mother's
That muffin only has seven carbs? Wow!
The trick is to say wow. It's like a magic little word that makes it seem
you're interested.
You know, it seems no matter how many times I do laundry, the basket's always
full. Wow!
Did you teach your son to wow me?
You know about the wow? I have for 11 years.
Wow.
That one was real.
I didn't hear you come to bed last night.
I had to keep an eye on Carmen and Jason. I fell asleep down here.
You know it's hard for you having Jason live with us, but you can't sleep on
that chair for the next five weeks.
Look, I don't know how you can sleep at all as you know that Carmen's
boyfriend's in the house. Honey, it's fine. He's on the couch. She's in her
room.
That means they're only 20 feet apart.
Think about it, Angie. He's over six feet tall. He does three cartwheels.
there.
He fixed the landing. We're grandparents.
You're being... ridiculous nothing's gonna happen you're damn right nothing's
gonna happen because he's got to get past me to get to her bedroom and
gets past me not even a fly there's
nothing in your hand i'm so fast i already released it well
can't jason just use the other stairs in the living room i'd like to see him try
Remember that electric shock pad we bought to keep the dog off the couch?
It's on the third step.
Oh, crap!
Don't you think you should have warned your son?
I did.
You said it was the third step!
From the bottom!
Oh, got it.
Morning. How'd you sleep, Jason?
Not so good.
I kept having this dream that someone was standing over me saying, give me a
reason, Vato.
Vato's curious.
He's very curious. Sounds like some sort of ethnic term, huh?
Man.
Oh, did I miss breakfast?
I just rolled out of bed and came down.
Jason, I forgot you were still...
girl we see every morning with the eye boogers and the nasty breath.
No one talk to me till I have my waffles.
I think you look great, Carmen.
Oh, thank you.
I've never seen you in the morning. You look so cute with that hat.
No, I like it all messed up.
Yeah, how would you like it all matted with blood, tambiรฉn? George.
Well, they're all over each other. What I lit? Red Shoes Diary.
Cover yourself.
Look, if you guys are going to live in this house, there's going to be some
rules. First of all, you're both grounded for lying to us about that
Jason's house last night. So we decided for the next two weeks, there'll be no
going out, no TV, no phone.
Two weeks stuck in the house together?
I guess that sounds fair.
And while you're in the house, there'll be no kissing, no touching.
And undergarments are to be worn at all times.
Let me put this in a term you may understand, schoolboy.
I see you're part of simple dangling. You're a dead man.
Starting to win.
Dad, relax.
We're not going to do anything.
Yeah. It's so cool of you to take me in for the rest of baseball season. I mean,
I would never take advantage of that.
That's right. You have nothing to worry about. We're going to be adults about
this.
Now that we're all on the same page, I need to get dressed, and you need to get
in the shower before work.
Jason, let's see the heat.
Bring the heat. Yeah, if you got any heat, you probably got a big old noodle
an arm.
Man,
that was 90 miles an hour.
Hey, Ernie, throw it back to Jason as hard as you can.
What was that?
22.
That thing's broken, man. Yeah, you're right. You know, throw it again. I'll
a better measurement if I can run alongside the ball.
The Dodger game is starting.
Oh, come on, Jason. The Dodgers are playing the Astros. I want you to do
Clemens' pitch.
My boy, growing up in Cuba, I've seen a lot of good ballplayers.
And you remind me of Lucho Brasodeoro Rodriguez.
Best pitcher I ever saw.
Ah, he dreamed of coming to America and playing for the Yankees.
Did he ever make it? No.
He tried to swim for freedom, but his right arm was so much stronger than his
left, he ended up doing circles around the island until they arrested him.
have no night.
My soul is a smiley -faced helium balloon.
I think it's the best poem I've ever written.
What do you think, Kenzie?
I think if I randomly ate those words and puked them onto the
page, it'd be a much better poem.
the poetry club if you don't look within.
I mean, you have to find your most personal wound and rip the scab off.
Let your blood be your ink.
But I'm in love. I mean, my boyfriend's in the house.
Things are pretty good right now. No, they're not.
You're Mexican.
What are you talking about? She was born in Burbank.
She's got her own car and a closet full of clothes.
You want to see a Mexican suffering, come back, we'll have to pay her cell
bill.
What are you doing?
Watching the Dodger game. So why don't you guys go explore your dark souls in
the kitchen?
Look, you said we're not allowed to watch TV.
Well, this is different than Jason's baseball career.
Well, what if there was something about poetry on TV and I wanted to watch it?
We watch something about poetry on TV every year. It's called The Grinstow
Christmas.
What?
It rhymes.
Yeah, I like the dog with the antlers. I know, it's classic.
Why don't you guys go write something like that?
Come on, let's go finish this in the kitchen.
You know what? I'm kind of hungry. Do I have time to go make you some
sandwiches? No, no, I want you to fill up Clem's pictures around this theater.
Hey, Carmen, while you're in there, could you make us a couple of
please? What do you want on them?
You're just going to wait on them like that?
You know they're only asking you because you're a girl.
That is so sexist.
You know what's funny, Kenzie?
I asked Carmen to do something and, like, sound comes out of your mouth.
You're like...
I can, like, hear it rattle.
Fancy's right. It is sexist.
Make your own sandwich. I've got a poem to write. Oh, wait, wait, wait. I'll
write the poem for you. Let me help you.
Carmen, please, don't make me beg.
What I'd like is some chorizo and egg.
You know what, Mr. Lopez?
Our poems don't rhyme.
Because rhyme schemes are chains of... Bondage on free thought.
Chains invented by men.
Huh.
You know, Kenzie, I'm betting you got a forest under there, don't you?
Dad!
What's going on?
Oh, Carmen's making sandwiches. You want one?
Take that!
Hey, don't you have to get to the batting cages?
Yeah. I better get going. Hey.
allowed to. We're both grounded.
Dad, I'm missing my poetry slam.
I told you before, Carmen, this is different, okay? This is about his
career. No, it's not different. It's because I'm a girl.
Mom!
Call her again. That'll scare me.
Mom!
Stop and go, man. Go. Go, go, go, go.
Mom, Dad's letting Jason go to the batting cages and he won't let me go to
poetry slam.
We agreed they were both grounded.
Look, Angie, Jason's got a chance to go pro, okay?
He's got scouts that are going to come and see him. His whole future depends on
how prepared he is. But poetry could be my future.
Look, Carmen, poetry's not a career.
No one ever got a million dollar signing bonus for rhyming bingo and namo.
So, baseball's more important than poetry just because you can make money
Bingo, namo!
Well, poetry is my passion, and I'm gonna major in it at college, so get
it.
At college.
Yeah, right.
What, I'm going to college.
Really? So I guess all those Ds on your report card stood for c -c -c -college.
And that D stood for damn.
I was almost a C.
Dad, I was going through stuff, but I'm trying harder now.
George, she did take her college aptitude test.
The only reason she took it, Angie, because you made her.
The karma's not motivated.
All she cares about is Jason, her hair, and her clothes.
Even when you homeschooled her, she was late to class because she said there was
traffic on the stairs.
Wait a second.
This isn't about poetry or me being a girl.
This is about what Dad thinks of me.
Carmen, your father loves you, and he wants what's best for you.
Dad, do you believe I could make it in college?
What do you think I'm supposed to do with my life?
Carmen, I just think you need to be realistic.
Look, I never thought about you going to college, Carmen, because you never
showed me any potential.
Carmen, he didn't mean it.
How could you?
Look, Angie, I know we're going to have a big fight, all right, but let me tell
you this.
I didn't sleep very good last night, and what I could use right now really is a
power nap.
Because if you defeat a tired George, really, what have you won?
Tell our daughter she doesn't have any potential.
Come on, Angie. Look, Carmen's never been a great student, all right? She's
never come to me and said, Dad, I want to be a teacher or an accountant or a
doctor. I mean, she's never pursued anything that wasn't six foot four and
jeans that made his butt look so hot.
Well, she's pursuing poetry now, and if that's got her excited about college,
then we should support her. Come on, Angie. Carmen's not college material,
She needs to wake up and smell the coffee.
Then, probably pour it for a trucker and tell him about the specials.
What are
you doing?
Oh, see, I am taking my losing lotto scratchers, painting over them with this
silver nail polish, and then I'm selling them to the neighborhood kids.
I took a lose -lose, turned it into a win -win.
Good, then you can go to hell hell.
Why don't you worry about your own problems?
What's the princess mad about this time?
Forget to put the seat down and she dunked her donut?
I'm not worried about Carmen going to college.
Oh, college.
That's just a place to get drunk and sleep with strangers.
So your bedroom's a university, huh?
What's the name of it? UCLA?
Hey, you know what?
All I'm saying, George, is rich people are the only ones who can afford to go
college and screw around for four years.
People like us have to work.
Tell me about it. That's what I've been trying to tell her, but she's 16. She
don't get it yet. Oh, well, neither did you when you were her age.
You had this stupid dream of being a rock star.
I had a shot.
You knew three chords.
And your voice sounded like a cat with its webbles in a vice.
It only sounded like that on that one song, Mexicat.
I think we both knew you were going to end
up at the factory.
Well, I didn't know I was going to end up in the factory. I could have got
jobs.
What about that time I was going to go to that place, but I didn't go because I
didn't think the guy was going to be there.
You walked out of Star Wars.
There were too many words at the beginning.
Mommy, mommy, you fooled me. That was a moving book.
You see, that's the kind of stuff you did to me when I was a kid. You always
made fun of me. You never encouraged me.
George, what was I supposed to do? You weren't a good student.
I mean, you never came to me and said...
I want to be a bookie or I want to run a liquor store.
You know, something that showed me you were serious about your future.
That's because you never pushed me.
So I never reached my potential.
That's right, George. Big word. Sound it out.
I never pushed Carmen.
Oh, now see, you just can't win.
George, if you push kids and it doesn't go well, then it's your fault. And if
they succeed... I don't know what that's like.
Carmen doesn't have to be smart.
Maybe she's lucky.
Why don't you buy ten scratches and see?
Come on, right here.
I killed the Indians.
Force the Chinese to build my railroad.
Chugga, chugga.
All aboard for oppression.
Welcome to my white America.
Honey, you'll be fine. They all suck.
Mom!
What? They're just angry at everything.
Oh.
I'm sorry you feel discriminated against by corporate society, but you can't be
a teller in a bank with a door knocker in your nose.
What are you doing here? I came to talk to Carmen.
It was wrong for me to say that you have no potential, even though you haven't
worked hard at school or impressed me in any way.
Is he trying to apologize?
It's too soon to tell. It could go either way.
And part of that is my fault, because I didn't push you enough, okay? I didn't
have expectations for you. But that's over now.
You're going to make something of your life, and I'm going to see to it. I'm
going to be like a drill sergeant. You'll be like, oh, daddy, I can't stand
anymore. I'm so tired. I'm going to be like, your daddy is...
It's an apology, honey.
And to show you that I'm serious, I even started a college fund for you.
You mean all those jokes about me not having a college fund were true?
No, you always had a college fund.
Just didn't always have money in it.
We spent money on other things, you know, like the house and the cars and
insurance your mom made me buy because that crazy duck on TV told her to.
I want you to know that I was so mad at you after what you said that I finally
picked up my college test scores.
Well, being below average isn't good enough anymore, Carmen, so we're going
get you a tutor, and we're going to get those scores up, Maggie. No, actually,
Dad, I placed in the top 20 percentile.
Ivy League. That would be something. You know, Carmen, there's only $300 in
there. That was the limit on my ATM.
Okay, up next, this poet is doing her very first slam.
dad would say, you're right, let's get the hell out of here. But now that I'm
all behind you, go up and do your thing, girl. Okay, but, um, just so you know,
I wrote this when I was in a kind of dark place. Stop making excuses. Go,
Consuela Lopez!
My daddy.
Daddy dream killer.
Daddy life dealer.
Daddy so...
That mama didn't make the cut on show night, huh?
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