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JOAN: So, what's for lunch?
GRACE: Creamed chicken.

JOAN: Oh, again?

Can't the cafeteria
make anything else?

Yeah, it's Tuesday.

Tuesday the chicken
gets creamed.

(GIGGLES)

Hey.

Hi.

This bowl of fruit I drew
totally blows.

I'll be lucky
to get an "F."

Your shading
is brutal, yo.

Total brutality.

You're mom's
teaching us

so many new techniques.

You know, like hatching
and cross-hatching...

Stippling, scaling.

Yeah, stippling is

so cool.
So cool.

Sounds cool.

I fell asleep when
she started talking
about fruit.

Hey, will you meet me
on the roof after class?

I've gotta do
this life sketch,

and I was hoping
I could use you.

Very Titanic.

She's really okay with us.

Happy stippling.
(CHUCKLES)

Look, now that
you and Rove are
tickling molars,

we need to lay down
some new ground rules.

What do yo mean?
Nothing's different.

Yeah, it is.

You're totally into
that whole whisper,
giggle thing.

What?
You know,

you get some lame
little secret,

and you whisper it
to each other,

and then push
your heads together

and do that moron
giggle thing.

(GIGGLES)
No, we don't.

Trust me, dude.
Today, in chemistry!

I mean, sitting
behind Freidman

is enough to
make me wanna hurl.

I don't need
the extra help.

No, no, no.
Do you want to know
what that was?

No, no. God, no.

I'm just saying
if it happens again,

there'll be
physical pain.

It's hard enough
to find things
we have in common.

I should at least be able
to enjoy them.

Tongue wrestling
getting old already?

No. No, it's just...

Adam's an artist,
and Iris is, too.

I'm, like, nothing.
How can I compete?

Hey, I can color in
Ronald McDonald and not
go outside the lines,

which, by the way,
is a lie.

He dumped her
for you.

Yeah. Why?

Oh, see, this is why
I'm not getting

sucked into the
whole dating ritual.

You got what
you wanted,

and you're more
of a mess than
you were before.

Luke and the ostrich
seem pretty happy,
though.

That's 'cause they can
talk for days about
Einstein's hair.

I didn't think
they would last
this long.

Do you care?

(SCOFFS)
Have I ever?

Hey, we're talking
about me here, remember?

I got bored.

You seem down, Joan.

Gee, that's perceptive.

What are you gonna
do next, huh?

Why are you
so upset?

I don't know.
Maybe because
the all-knowing one

forgot to give me
a life.

Oh, I've supplied
everything you need
for a perfect life.

Yeah, you just
won't tell me
where you hid it.

Maybe you're not
looking.

Oh, oh,
I am looking, okay?

Iris has all this stuff
in common with Adam,

and I have nothing
to bring to the party.

I mean, I want to be
good at something.

You know,
everyone around me
has their thing.

I want a thing.

Yearbook goes
to the printer
in a week.

They need help.

Yearbook?

My mom's
the yearbook advisor.

That means I'd have
to be, like, advised by her.

Unless...

Yearbook is where
I'll find my thing.

Work at the yearbook.

Wow! Okay. I will.

Yes. And if
I win a prize,

or an award one day,
I'll thank you

in front of everyone,

just like they do
at the Grammys.

Ha-ha. My thing.

♪ What if God was one of us

♪ Just a slob like one of us

♪ Just a stranger on the bus

♪ Trying to make His way home

♪ Just trying
to make his way home

♪ Just trying
to make his way home ♪

His wife's having
an affair.

He asked a friend
if he knew anyone
he could contact

to have her killed.

Charming guy.

The friend
came to us.

Says Higgins has
two kids.

Just keeps getting
more and more charming.

You'll be handling
the sting. Carlisle
is the hit man.

Will and Toni,
you're in the van.

Simple. We'll have
some sandwiches,

and get a nice video

Of the guy
paying Carlisle
for the hit.

Arrest made.

Video goes
into syndication
on Cops,

we all retire
to Hawaii.

Love that show.

The progress
of the different
departments

is in the
color-coded files.

That's very efficient.
You do realize

that all the layouts
have to be in

by next Thursday, Brian?

Yeah, on top of it.
And on top of
the advertisers,

as well as the
poetry submissions
for the dedication.

Great.

Then you can relax.
Please.

The lint is gone.

You're gonna rip a hole
in your sweater.

Joan, is everything okay?

Mom, please.
I'm just here to
join the yearbook.

Mrs. G's offspring.
Excellent. Excellent.

Brian Beaumont,
editor in chief.

Joan.
Excellent.

Gee,
I'm doing well,

and I haven't
even gotten
to work yet.

(NERVOUS CHUCKLE)

Mom.

Well, we can
certainly use the help.
It's crunch time.

So, what do you do?
What's your thing?

My thing. My thing is...

Uh, since you need me,

I guess whatever
it is you need
will be my thing.

Excellent. We need
a photographer.

Can you take photographs?

I must be able to.

Uh...Yeah.
Yeah, sure.

Iris, we have
a new recruit.

Give her a camera.

Joan. Hey.

So you two know
each other?

Iris is an excellent
photographer.

(SOFTLY)
Excellent!

We need a series
of candid shots,

and some shots
of various clubs

by the end
of the day.

I'll get you a list.

Is this gonna be weird?

No.

Cool.

I didn't know you were
into photography.

Me? Yeah. Huh.

If you need any help
with the camera...

Oh, no, no, no.
No, no.

This-This, uh, baby
is a snap. (CHUCKLES)

Just push
this button here...

Actually, it's this one.

Joking.
That was a...

It was a joke.

Yeah. Later.

This is

the other thing.

Glynis and I are going
to a Chekov/Sulu

Star Trek spectacular
Saturday night.

George Takei
in the house.

Care to join?

No, thanks.

What's up,
Owlander?

You never hang out
anymore.

You have a new
friend base?

One. Brittany.

A girlfriend?

Deets. Give us
the deets.

Well, I walked into
the wrong changing room
at Old Navy.

She's a junior
at Stratton Academy.

It's all girls.
Catholic. Pleated skirts.

Knee-highs.
Lots of plaid.

The whole manger.

Uh, bring her
Saturday night.

I'll ask her.

What's, uh...
What's wrong
with your hand?

When we're not
in mixed company, dude.

(SCOFFS)

♪ Write your name
upon my sidewalk

♪ Paint it on the door outside

♪ And I will never go away
without you ♪

Hey.
(GASPS) hey!

Hi.
Hi.

What are you doing?

I was just, um...

Just figuring out
a few of the fine points
of this camera.

Like... Ooh!

That's the...
That's the latch release.

(SCOFFS)

I, um, I didn't know
you took pictures.

Sure. It's my thing.

Did you know I'm
one of the photographers
for the yearbook?

Iris is doing that.

Yeah, I know.

But for me,
it's more like
a calling.

Huh. I didn't know.

There's a lot
you don't know
about me, Mr. Rove.

So, uh, what
are you shooting?

Um, let's see.
A few clubs,

uh, individual kids,
candid shots.

Hmm.

It's really cool,
you know,

what you can do
with a camera.

Like catching
passing moments
in time

and freezing life.

(CHUCKLES)
What?

I like this.

Talking like this.

Oh, I wish I didn't
have to run.

Well, I guess
I will sketch you
later on, then?

Okay.

Careful.

Have a good shoot.

Okay, now everybody
gather around the tower.

(MUTTERS INAUDIBLY)

Le lens cap.

(STUDENTS GIGGLING)

This seems to be
an unnecessarily
adventurous angle.

JOAN: Artists take risks,
Luke. Okay?

You're the
Astronomy Club.

You're supposed to be
gazing up in wonder
at the heavens.

Okay. Give me some wonder.

Freezing life.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

Aah!

Very nice. Very nice.

Oh, hold on
one second.

Okay, now look mean.

(CLICK)

Yes! Very nice.
Here it is.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Oh, you got
your pictures back.

Yeah. They all suck.

Look, that one's got
too much glare,

this one's
out of focus.

I'll be back later.
I'm going to physio.

At night?

Only time the new guy
can see me.

Every crip in town
wants the electrical stim.

See your legs move.
Keeps the dream alive.

Hey, freaky ear.

It was supposed to be
a whole person!

Well, that didn't
happen, did it?

Later.

You just
got started.

There's a lot
to learn.

But I studied,
aperture, shutter speed...

I mean, I really thought
I was taking some great shots.

A little encouragement,
Mom?

This one looking
up at the tree is
very interesting.

This is me falling.

Oh.

But it's good,
though, right?

I mean, I do have
real talent, don't I?

Sure.

(SIGHS)

What?

That was the same "sure"
you gave me

when I was six years old

and told you I wanted
to be a ballerina.

That's a...
That's a bad "sure."

No, it isn't.

Yes, it is.

You think me
being the photographer

is the same as
a pudgy six-year-old

busting out of
a little pink tutu?

No. I think
that you can do

anything you put
your mind to, honey.
I really do.

Iris is better,
though, right?

Iris? What does she have
to do with anything?

Mom, just answer
the question!

Iris is a better
photographer, isn't she?

She has been
taking photographs
a lot longer,

but once you finish
those books,

and you get the
technical things down,

I'm sure you'll be
fantastic.

You're right.

You're right.
I will.

I will rock because
this is my thing.

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we'r

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we're not

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we're not in mixed company

y. So, uh, now that
we're not in mixed company,

what's up with your hand?

Early stages
carpal tunnel.

From what?

Dude, let's just say
the bra strap

doesn't
unhook itself.

You got carpal tunnel
from unhooking a bra?

You'd have to do it,
like, 10,000 times.

It's more of a strain
kind of thing.

Well, how much strain
could there be?

We're talking about
the one-handed
bra strap release.

The triple hook is
the heavyweight division
Of bra straps?

Once the first two hooks
are undone,

the pressure exerted
on the final hook

could crush
a bird's neck.

It's physics.

Force, gravity, mass.

And it's all
concentrated on the tip
of the index finger.

So if the price is
a little carpal tunnel,

I say bring it.

HIGGINS: And I knew she was
doig

that she shouldn't have,
(STUTTERS) but when my
business,

she left me
for that bastard.

CARLISLE: Mmm-hmm.
So what?

HIGGINS:
So I want to hire you.

Not often we get
to catch the bad guy
before he's bad.

No priors, two kids.
Five bucks says he backs out.

You feeling sorry
for him?

He's meeting
with a hit man

about killing
his wife.

I'm just not sure
he goes there.

There he is.
He's there.

Now, nailing hookers,
that's fun.

He still has a chance
to think about his kids,

that fact that she's
their mother.

He's been devoured
by the green-eyed
monster.

The guy doesn't have
a logical brain cell
left.

A hug from Dr. Phil
ain't gonna cure
this one.

Of course, we always
bust the hookers

just when the video
starts getting interesting.

You're a pig, Jerry.

CARLISLE: You know,
once this happens,

there's no refunds.

HIGGINS: Yeah.
I'll get the money,

and I'll call you
tomorrow.

I'll take singles.

I thought you said
you were a photographer.

I am. Those are
photographs.

I took them.

They're not usable.

I agree. There are
a few problems,

but I can redo them,
you know?

I've been studying.

It's crunch time!

I need someone
who can deliver now.

I will!
Look at Iris' work.
Now look at yours.

I have a responsibility
to my readers.

Brian, you're not publishing
Rolling Stone here.

Return your equipment
to Iris.

No, please!
I'll work harder.
No.

I've already told
Justin in layout
he can take over.

You can't do this.

I'm supposed to be here.
You can't take this away
from me!

Mom, you want to
jump in here?

Advise Brian
not to fire me?

I think you can
risk a little more
time, Brian.

The yearbook is
my responsibility,
Mrs. Girardi,

and I am not gonna
play favorites

just because
she's your daughter.

We won't tell anyone.

Substandard performance
as yearbook editor

will affect the
extracurricular portion

of my college
application.

(WHISPERS) Mom?

The school policy
is clear, honey.

I... I'm not supposed
to affect decisions.

This isn't Star Trek!
You're not gonna disrupt

the space-time continuum
or something!

Or you know what?
Maybe you will,

because maybe, I guess,
I was only supposed

to feel good about myself
for, like, a minute!

Hey!

(SOBBING) Please,
don't follow me.
I'll see you later.

But...
JOAN: Please!

Excuse me,
sweetheart.

Can you help?

Thanks, Joan.

How could you
do that to me?

I just wanted something
that was mine!

Something that
made me special.

Yes, yes, I know.

Everyone wants
to feel special.

Adam thought
I was so cool.

Well, he's
a very sweet boy.

Why would you
take that away from me?

I didn't tell you
to be a photographer.

You sent me there!
They gave me a camera!

Well, I wanted you
to work on the yearbook,

and I'd still
like you to do it.

Just go back
to the yearbook

and work with
the obnoxious kid.

You are so mean!

And what's with this
stupid walker? You don't
even need it, anyway!

(EXASPERATED SIGH)

And then
he just fired her,

right there in front
of everyone.

And there I was,
the advisor

who couldn't
do anything,

and the mother
who wanted

to throttle
the little twit.

My guess, you were
objective and fair.

Yeah, and now
I'm riddled with
guilt and remorse.

The permanent condition
of parenthood.

What was I
supposed to do?

Nothing.

HELEN: She's my
little girl, Will.

I see her like that,
I just...

I want to take away
all her sadness
and pain.

I know, but all we
can really do

is provide a safe
and loving environment

where our children can
fail and be miserable.

How Mr. Rogers of you.

Well, we all have
drama in our lives.

They have to learn that.

It's a matter of degree.

Us?

We're lucky.

What is it?

Oh, it's just a case.

A guy with no priors,
a couple of kids,

meets with a hit man
to kill his cheating wife.

What is that?

Criminal behavior.

But how do you
get there?

Killing the mother
of your children.

How do you connect
those dots?

After all these years
as a cop,

that still surprises you?

You are a gentle,
loving man, Will Girardi.

And a little jealous
every now and then, too.

Please!

What? Look at you!

Those eyes,
the way you move.

Are you gonna
start singing?

I'm just saying.
(LAUGHS)

Why are you laughing?

It's nice

that you still get jealous.
I thought it was just me.

You? With this gut?

I've seen women
checking you out.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. That's my gut.

What are you
still doing up?

Gorging.

Where'd you
come from?

Paper.

I'm working on the big
summer fun issue,

which, um, isn't
really that fun,

and, uh, not too
summery in April.

How'd you know writing
would be your thing?

I didn't. I still don't.

I... I just tried it.

So far, it's working out.

You're lucky.

Wow. That sounded genuine.
You must be depressed.

What happened
with the pictures?

The usual.

Failure.

Humiliation.

(SMACKS LIPS)

You can walk.

(EXHALES)

Good night, Kevin.

Good night.

Brian, I need
to talk to you.

I thought I was clear.
You cannot take
anymore photographs!

Hey, don't let her
have a camera!

No, no, no, I don't
want a camera, okay?

I just want to help out
with the yearbook.

Why? Your failure
is so fresh.
I'd be hiding.

Morale boosting is not
your thing, is it?

Not at crunch time.

I know. That's why
you need my help.

Okay? I'll do anything.

You must really
love the yearbook.

Yeah.

I mean, it's always
been my dream to...

To be... A part of a book

that's about the year.

We need someone
to run errands,

keep the paper stocked,
take out the trash.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

That's all you have?

That's it. Do you
know how to work
the copy machine?

Press the little button
that says "copy"? Yeah.

Excellent. Why don't
you start by taking
out all the garbage?

You know
where to put it?

Yeah, I know exactly
where to put it.

♪ And when tomorrow comes

♪ I'll do it all
again, again, again

♪ I'm

♪ Looking for a hallelujah

♪ I

♪ Need a little
something special

♪ Yeah!

♪ I'm

Whoa!

♪ Looking for a hallelujah

♪ Looking for
something special ♪

I hope you enjoyed
telling Adam

about my nosedive
from yearbook grace.

I didn't say anything.

Look, you
and he were...

And now I am his...

So that makes me,
like, fair game,
right?

I miss him.

But it looked like things
were hard enough for you.

Making it worse,
how would that help me?

Thanks, Iris.

I didn't do it for you.

Adam said you were
okay with us.

You said the same thing
when I was dating him.

BRIAN: They have to be here.

Okay, this is
a code red, people!

We are missing
the poetry submissions!

Amy left them in
a box by her desk,

so if anyone
sees them...

Mom...

I thought
they were trash.

They were in
an old ratty box.

(SIGHS)

Okay. So we won't have
poetry this year.

Okay.

It was the little
creep's idea anyway.

Just be cool, and I
will cover for you.

Okay.
You'll cover
for her?

You would compromise
the integrity of
this publication

by engaging in
blatant favoritism
and lying?

I was just speaking
with my daughter.

The one who can't
even take out
the garbage?

Hey! You watch
your mouth,

you arrogant
little weasel!

Mom, it's gonna be okay,
really. I'll find the poems.

Mrs. Girardi,
if improprieties
such as these arise,

I don't know
how we can continue
to work together.

Oh, really? Oh, well,
that's not gonna be
a problem, Brian,

because for your own safety
I'm gonna be suggesting

to Mr. Turnbull that he
take over my position.

Oh, and could you
let me know

which colleges
you're gonna be
applying to?

Because I might
want to write them
a little note.

Come on, Joan.

Joan?

I... I can't leave.

(SIGHS)

Mom...

(SIGHS)

Hey, Joan,
where you off to?

(SCOFFS) Where do you
think I'm off to?

Back to get
humiliated by a dork
with a sweater vest.

What? You're not
even gonna look?

Like I'm actually gonna
find a bunch of poems

in this heap of trash.
Forget it!

But the search
is the whole point.

Digging through the
garbage is the point.

Are you running a fever?

Do you know the 12 labors
of Hercules?

A bunch of seemingly
pointless tasks

that won back his honor.
And how about Psyche?

When she needed to find
her way back to her love,

Aphrodite put her to work
sorting beans

until they were reunited.

Well, I saw Hercules,
but my parents
wouldn't let me see Psycho.

Come on, Joan.

(SIGHS)

It's disgusting in there.

Searching for
something of value

is never easy.

You mean one of those poems
is actually worth something?

Ew!

Ugh.

Hey, you're not
even gonna help?

(SIGHS)

I'm standing
in creamed chicken!

You know what?
Um, let's skip
the park today.

You know,
I was thinking
maybe we could

go to Sal's Arcade,
play a little
House of the Dead.

But the park will be
so beautiful.

The angiosperms
will be alive
with burgeoning anthers.

I know. It's just...

I'm kind of
in the mood to play
House of the Dead.

I mean, I don't know
why you don't just
give it a chance.

You know,
the graphics are
only 64-bit, but...

Okay. Fine.

Look, uh... I'm sorry.

It's just Freidman
and I used to always
go to the arcade.

Do I keep you from
spending time with him?

No, no, no,
not at all, but...

You know what?

I'm being a prodigious
dunce right now.

We'll get a chance
to see sepals flare
on the hydrangeas.

But if you want to play
House of the Dead...

No. On to the park.

♪ I think you could love me

♪ So go ahead and trust me ♪

So, I read
all the poems,
and this one...

It stinks.

Well, I thought
it was fantastic.

I was being literal.

Oh, right.

Well, you leave
tuna out in the sun
for an hour,

and it turns
into a weapon of
mass destruction.

This poem is excellent.

Most excellent.
Who wrote it?

I don't know.
So I guess
it's by anonymous,

who, of course,
wrote some of
the best stuff ever.

Can't publish it.
If it's plagiarized,

we could get sued,
and I wind up going

to junior college.
Not gonna happen.

I'll pick another poem.

You can't!

Editor-in-chief,
girl from the garbage.

I think we know
who's gonna make
the call on this one.

But the others stink!
Worse than tuna.

This one,
this is the one!

It's got real value,
like finding love
in the beans.

Forget it. Those pages
go to the printer tomorrow.

(SIGHS)

Then I still have time.

I'll find out who wrote it
before then.

HIGGINS: And when I lost
the business,

she said it was
because I was spineless.

She told me I was nothing.

Then she started
hunting around
for somebody else

like, like I didn't
exist anymore.

She was pulling
his strings, now we are.

Feeling like
God now, Jerry?

Nah. Coppola.

Not the daughter,
the big guy.

He tried to warn me
about her,
I didn't wanna listen.

Did you bring
the pictures?

Because I'm gonna
need pictures .

Yeah, yeah.
And her schedule.

I wish I had
a second camera.

I could cut
to a nice arty shot
of the hand-off.

What about the cash?

Yeah.

Here we go.

Come on, don't do it.

JERRY: I'd put music
under this shot.

Not strings.
Maybe solo piano.

All right.

Music swells and...

Okay, there it is.

Ka-ching.

(RADIO CHATTER)

She was trying to
break up my family.

So, you were doing it
for the kids,
killing their mother?

I would've taken
good care of them.

I'm a good father.

Yeah. You're a real
special guy.

ADAM: Hey.

Hey.

Um, I've been looking
everywhere for you.

Oh, I was, uh...
I was on a search.

I smell. Everyone's
yelling at me.

(SNIFFS)

You're kind of ripe.
(CHUCKLES)

Sorry.

So, um...

Are you gonna tell me?

Oh!

Some moron accidentally
threw out the poetry
submissions,

so I had to go
dumpster diving.

Oh, no, no,
I meant, um...

I meant are you
gonna tell me

why you ran out
yesterday?

I just got
in this really

stupid fight with Brian.
(CHUCKLES)

So I, um, I pulled
my photographs, you know.

Yeah, yeah.

He just didn't get me.
You know how that is.

Yeah.

You know,
if something's
wrong, Jane,

you know,
whatever it is,

you know, you can
talk to me.

Of course, yeah.

So, that's the poem?

Uh, yeah. (CHUCKLES)

Yep, with extra sauce.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

I'm sort of the literary
editor now.

Cool.

Yeah. Someone submitted it
without a name,

and Brian won't print it

unless I can find out
who wrote it.

It's called Sewer Walking.

It's a crazy title,
I know, but it's just

really beautiful.

"You and me,
we used to talk

"like a river
underground.

"The sewer where
we used to walk,

"the hole at the end

"empties out
to the pier

"where paper boats
disappear.

"Me, I try
to send this note,

"float it
like a paper boat,

"but paper sinks

"and words are weak.

"I try,
but I don't speak."

Are, are you okay?

(EXHALES) I know
who wrote that.

Sewer walking
and paper boats.

Grace.

Grace wrote that.

You're like
a sitcom character.

I come with... Ooh!
Essential info.

Because of my keen
literary eye

and crazy
detective skills,

your poem will be
featured in the yearbook.

Excuse me?

Which almost didn't
happen, by the way,

because you forgot
to put your name
on it, silly.

(LAUGHS)

You're a bent
pipe, Girardi.

I have absolutely
no idea what you're
babbling about.

Mmm!

Look familiar?

You picked through
my garbage at school?
Are you sick?

(CLEARS THROAT) No.

I mean, yeah, I picked...

Because you submitted it.

No, I didn't.

I had lunch, then
scribbled some crap,

and then
used it to wipe
the creamed chicken

off my pants
before I tossed it.

So, you don't want it
in the yearbook?

(CHUCKLING)
Remember me, Girardi?
Do I participate?

Wow! This is awesome!

No, it isn't. It's creepy,
and you're losing it.

Look, it might seem
strange how I found it,

but I did find it,
and now they want

to publish it
in the yearbook.

Tough luck.

Grace, do you know
how that touched me?

Huh? You have this
whole Emily Dickinson,

crazy talent that no one
ever knew about,

and now they will.
No, they won't!

I'm not having some
pimply dorkwads

pointing me out
as "sensitive
poetry girl."

Come on! At first,
I didn't know why
I was at the yearbook,

but now I do.
I'm supposed to find

something of value
and print it.

If I don't, I'll be,
like, this total loser.

Fine. Whatever.
Put it in the yearbook.

Just don't put
my name on it.

I don't understand!
If I could write like that,

I'd put my name on it,
like, 50 times!

Ugh!

Freidman. Hey.

Where's Brittany?

Day off. Glynis?
Same.

Oh, this is great.

Nice. Nice!

God, man,
you are amazing.

Dude, Freidman,
you're famous.

I've been playing a lot.

Brittany likes
House of the Dead?

Yeah, yeah. She's a...
She's a big fan.

Cool.

(SIGHS)

Let's not keep this up, dude.
I made up the whole
Brittany thing.

We both know that.

Why?

(SIGHS)

You and Glynis, man.

You're always
locking lips,

and smiling.

I was like this extra
atom of hydrogen

watching a water
molecule form,

so I created
my own compound.

What about
the bra strap thing?

I do have
a natural gift.

My mom has
a sewing mannequin
in the basement,

so...

I practice on it
with her bras.

The Internet
only goes so far.

You...

You used your...

Mom's bras?

I'm Jewish, dude.

Neurotic really is
a part of the deal.

Look, I'm really sorry
I lied.

I mean... (SCOFFS)

I just kind of missed
hanging out, you know?

Battling zombies
by yourself

can be pathetic.

Yeah.

I've been trying
to get down here for days.

I mean, Glynis just wants
to walk through the park,
you know?

I... You know, I'm a fan
of photosynthesis
as much as the next guy,

but if God merely wanted us
to smell the flowers,

he wouldn't have
invented a three-gigahertz
microprocessor

and a 3-D graphics board,
you know?

Trouble in paradise?

No, no.

It's just sometimes
I feel a little

pressure, you know, like...

Someone puts
a pillow over your face

and you can't breathe.

But, I mean,
just sometimes.

Brittany was cool.

She let the Freidman
be the Freidman.

(CHUCKLES)

Two player? I'll
spot you 50 million.

♪ Whoa, oh

♪ Oh

♪ Oh, oh, oh

♪ It's another holiday

♪ Everybody, come out and play

♪ It's another holiday

♪ Hey, hey, hey

♪ It's another holiday

♪ Everybody, come out and play

♪ It's another holiday

♪ Hey, hey, hey

♪ It's another holiday

♪ Everybody, come out
and play ♪

Hi, Mom.

How's Mr. Turnbull?

His comb-over
stylish as always?

I wanted to leave
with you, but...

You don't have to
explain yourself to me.

Yes, I do.

You were so
on my side,

and it was like
I just dissed you

after we'd been through
this thing together.

Actually, that's quite
an accurate description
of what happened.

It's just...

I had to stay.

There was a poem
I had to find.

A poem.

I'm trying, Joan.

I want to be there
for you.

But when I am,
you want me to back off.

And when I back off,

you say that I'm
not supporting you.

Oh, I wish
I could explain.

But I don't...
I don't get it myself.

I know the teenage thing
is hard, but...

Boy, it is not easy
being a mother, either.

(SNIFFLES)

I think I have it down
with one kid,

and then something
springs up,

and I'm clueless

all over again.

(SOFTLY)
I'm sorry.

You just have
to understand.

Whatever it is,

if we don't go
through it together...

I don't want to lose you.

(SNIFFLES)

You have to trust...

That what I'm doing...

There are reasons.

And it's all gonna be okay.

Promise?

Yes.

Whoops.
Sorry there, ladies.

Just need to get
your recycling.

Save the old planet.

Of course. It's, um...

It's right over here.

I, uh,
I should help him,

uh, carry
some stuff down.

Oh, thanks.

Thanks, kid.

You're not gonna
make me go through
all this stuff, are you?

No. You're all set.

I just wanted
to say nice job.

Nice job on what?

Yearbook.

You're finished.

How can I be finished?

I don't even know
what my thing is yet.

I mean, isn't that what
this was supposed
to be about?

Maybe for you.

I just wanted you
to find that poem.

Why?

Nobody's ever gonna know
who wrote it.

What good does that do?

Do you know
who carved the facade
of Notre-Dame Cathedral,

or the sculptures
at the Parthenon?

(SIGHS) I haven't gotten
to that chapter yet.

No one knows.

Their names are lost
to everyone but me.

But does that make
their creations
any less beautiful?

You know, I...
I'd really love to feel

like I've been working
on Notre-Dame,

but somehow...

Who you are
is enough, Joan.

You already have
your thing.

You're a searcher.
You try and you fail,

and you try again.

So, my thing is failing?

Thanks. That makes me feel
a lot better.

Stop hiding
who you are.

Hey, what are you
drawing?

Um... You.

But I never got
a chance to sit for you.

Well, I didn't
need you to.

Adam...

You know how you said
I could talk to you
about anything,

and I said
I knew that?

Yeah.

I lied.

I think I've been
afraid to talk to you

about almost
everything.

Why?

I didn't want to
mess up what we have.

Jane...

You...

I didn't take back
my photos

from the yearbook.
I got fired.

I'm not a photographer
or an artist like Iris.

I'm not
a literary editor or...

(SIGHS)

A science geek
or anything. I'm...

I mean, I tried to be,
but I'm not.

I'm really just...

Digging around
in the garbage

trying to

find something
that matters.

♪ I know, you know
Everybody knows

♪ While all the world
is sleeping...

That's what I love
about you, Jane.

Yeah?

(WHISPERING) Yeah.

♪ Love and hope

♪ The broken lovers
in their cars

♪ They're coming home
Torn apart...

Grace can still be
anonymous.

But everyone's
gonna see her poem.

Like Notre-Dame. Come on.

♪ Forgetting time is
on their side

♪ This moment passes by

♪ A better day arise

♪ And each faze I see

♪ Left in those things

♪ I know, you know
Everybody knows

♪ While all the world
is sleeping

♪ Dreaming, believing

♪ In love and hope

♪ Love and hope

♪ Love and hope ♪

(LAUGHS)