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Item next: garlic mashed
home-style potatoes,

Family size.

Those potatoes
are from a box?

Yep. And apparently,
there's a bomb

that can blow up
the entire world.

Okay, marinated
artichoke hearts.

Check.

Those are from a can?

Did you think mom was
running a kibbutz?

Whoa, look.

A picture
of a whole artichoke.

It's freaky-looking,
huh?

Okay, let's hit the jars
of spaghetti sauce.

No. No.
You went for it.

Come on,
let's speed this up.
I have to call Glynis.

Okay. Hemorrhoid cream,
economy size.

So who is it?

JOAN: That's you.
See ya, buddy.

Kevin?

Beth.

I thought that was you.
And look, it's you.

And not that
other guy you dated

who ended up
in a wheelchair?

Hey, Joan. Luke.

Hi.
Hey.

Wow. Everyone
looks the same.

Only shorter.

Well, I guess
Staten High wasn't
that long ago.

I still remember
the fight song.

(CHUCKLES)
So how's everything?

(SIGHS)
Great. And you?

I'm at Fordham college
in Fordham.

You know, nearby.

I have a part-time job
here in Arcadia,

two days a week going--

Well, paying for school.

I got injured,
so the dance scholarship
I had--

Not like injured.

You know, I just
screwed up my knee.

I'm babbling.

You do it very well.

Thanks.

So I'm studying
business now,

which doesn't
require a pirouette.

Yeah, I guess a lot of stuff
ends in High School.

Um...
I gotta get going.

It was good
to see you guys.

Um, say hi
to your folks.

That was weird.
Yep.

No, it was great.
Just like old times.

All right, where were we?

Hemorrhoid cream.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Hell, I'll get it.
I got no pride left.

(SIGHS)

♪ 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 ♪

WILL: Good morning.

Coffee's made.

I wondered what
happened to you.

I couldn't sleep.
Been up all night.

You should have
woke me up.

I would have
massaged you

to a blissful stupor.

Is this new?

Yeah.

I just wanted to see
how it looked in here.

I love the morning light
through that window.

All night you've
been painting?

You're gonna
be dead.

It just poured out of me.

It's like I was plugged
into some universal palette.

So, what do you think?

It's nice.

Forget it.

No, I love it.

What?
It's great.

Whoa.

There's a painting
on the counter.

So what do you
think about it?

Uh...Well, you know,
I'm not really conversant

in the technical jargon
of fine arts,

but from a right-brain,
intuitive perspective,

I'd say aesthetically
it's very appealing.

Thank you.
I think.

What part of "Please
stop talking about it

or I'll kick your ass"
Don't you understand?

Free speech,
newspaper boy.

How can you gear up
so fast in the morning?

Kevin doesn't want me
to tell you

that we ran into
Beth Reinhard yesterday.

Thanks.
Beth? That's great.

What is she doing here?

Can we not talk
about this?

Why are boys
so mind-numbingly

numb-minded
about girls?

Wow.

Mom, that's cool.

I mean,
it's truly terrific.

Thank you.

That does kind
of rock, mom.

It's nice to have kids
who appreciate my work.

Your dad's more
of a dogs playing poker
kind of guy.

Oh, come on.
What do you want?

I said I loved it.

Fine.

(SIGHS)
I gotta go.

I'll...
Call you later.

LUKE: So I got
a little wrapped up

in embrane theory
last night,

and I forgot to call Glynis
until really late.

And when I finally did call,
I get the wall of silence,

monosyllables,
sniffling even.

What is that about?

Is this a math problem?

(SIGHS) come on,
do you and Adam
ever fight about--

Don't even go there.

It's relationships,
man.

It's like you can
never just relax.

Ok, discussing this
with you is worse

than what comes out
of the bathroom drain.

What's this?

That's your psyche.

Really? Cool.

What's this,
my psyche?

It's a giraffe.

I'm gonna give this
to Glynis.

You're talking
to my brother?

I talk to everyone,
Joan.

Some people listen.

You're not very good
at this, are you?

Good is relative.

Beauty is relative.
Everything's relative.

Except for me.
I'm absolute.

I thought that was vodka.

I want you to take
a make-up class.

Make up what?
I haven't missed anything.
Lately.

Will you stop
with the latex!

Make up what?
Which class?

You'll know.

It'll only take a minute.

This is the only
place that has
Charleston Chews.

Take your time.

I get to catch up
on my reading.

Wow! Bigfoot had a kid.

We'll have
to send a card.

(RUSSIAN ACCENT)
My father lost his medicine.
He needs his medicine.

Sorry. You have to
do better than that.

I have prescription!

Which I filled
twice last week.

Forget it. I'm not
losing my license.

Now get lost, or
I'll call the cops.

I mean it.

What's her story?

These girls,

kids from Russia
or someplace,

they come in here
every day trying
to scam me.

Phony scrips?

The prescriptions
are legit,

but they're trying
to get more than
the doctor prescribed.

Misoprostol,
it's an ulcer med.

You can get high
on ulcer medication?

No wonder my grandfather
was always smiling.

It can induce miscarriage.
It's an off-label use.

Without a doctor's
supervision,
it's pretty risky.

Do-it-yourself abortion.

And it's more
than just her?

It is the combo
of the marshmallowy
goodness

and the chocolate--

We got trouble?

Why should today
be any different?

I'm not seeing
the giraffe.

(SIGHS) Never mind.

Two-For-one smoothies
at the mall tonight.
Who's in?

I'm in.

You're so not.

I don't do the mall.

I've got Hebrew class.

The bat mitzvah thing?
Isn't that over?

You'll know
when it's over.

There'll be a big,
embarrassing party

with a rubber chicken
and old Jews dancing

to Donna Summer.

You're really not
gonna go with me?

The mall gives me
a rash, Jane.

The aesthetic
is rude.

Listen up,
my noble warriors,

one week seminar,
starting today,

counts for two whole points
on your final exam

if you decide to partake.

I advise you to partake.

The ancient ritual
of cosmetology.

What, like the zodiac?
How's that science?

Cosmetology.
Face painting.

Takes us all the way back
to the Egyptians.

What's more,

it's the marriage
of compounds

to create color and texture.

It's chemistry, people.

I don't get it.

It's makeup.

You mean,
like a make-up class?

Let me see
a show of hands!

Oh.

(WHIMPERING)

all believed that
to paint one's face was

an expression of power,

of nobility,
of health,

even spirituality.

Ow!

Oh, I'm blind.
I'm blind.

No, I'm okay.

Makeup was used
by men and women alike.

If anything,
the men were more adorned.

It's only in recent times
that we've attached shame

to the idea of men
coiffing and preening.

Straight up.

Ow!

This is like torture.

May I suggest
you rest your pinkie
on your cheek

to get
a straight line?

There's no need
to apologize

for the pursuit
of beauty.

Ancient civilizations
understood this.

So it's important
to look your best

while being
a human sacrifice?

Moving on to layering.

Palette is everything.

Colors should be celebrated.

And layered and blended,
of course.

How do I look?

Like Erykah Badu.
What--

Freidman, what are you
even doing here?

I'm here to converse
with chicks about Prada.

I don't want
to look too brazen.

You'd tell me
if I was crossing over

into Aguilera land?

Whoa.

Caliente.

Are you hitting on
my brother's girlfriend?

No.

I'm just notating
scientific data.

While hitting on
my brother's girlfriend.

A little bit.

It's High School.

Maybe that was
her grandfather.

Somehow I'm not getting
the family reunion vibe.

I'm going in.
Will--

I have probable cause
out the wazoo.

I'll call for backup.

By the time they get here,
it'll be over.

We don't know
what else is inside.

Dispatch, this is unit 52
requesting two
units for backup

at 928, Spruce Lane.

DISPATCH: Copy that.

I have a daughter that age.
Sorry.

Child endangerment
in progress.

We're at the location
in plain clothes.

DISPATCH: Roger, standby.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DISPATCH CHATTER CONTINUES)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Yes?

Detective Will Girardi,
Sheriff's department.

WOMAN:
Polizia!

(WOMAN SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)

You, show me your hands!
Show me your hands!

You, back up!
Show me your hands!

You, down!

Down on the floor!

All right, keep your hands
where I can see them.

(MAN AND WOMAN ARGUING
IN RUSSIAN)

Everybody stay calm,
we are police officers,
stay where you are.

MAN: We want
our lawyer!

MAN: This is illegal!

(WOMAN YELLING IN RUSSIAN)

MAN: No warrant!

(WOMAN YELLING IN RUSSIAN)

MAN: Where is
your warrant?

DETECTIVE: You're
looking at it, pal.

(WOMAN YELLING IN RUSSIAN)

(SIREN WAILING)

(DOOR OPENS)

I don't know why
I asked you over.

I could have stopped
by your gallery.

Don't worry about it.

I love to see
where an artist works.

Don't look
at that stuff.

What? It's nice.

Oh, exactly.

Look, not that
it's genius or anything,

But that's what
I wanted you to look at.

It's kind of
a new direction,

so I just wanted to get
somebody else's take on it.

'Cause it
came out so fast.

I can see that.

I should take
more time with it.

No. Don't touch it.

You're right.

It's a new direction for you.

It's free.
It's uncalculated.

It's beautiful, Helen.

I was afraid it was easy.

No, it's fresh.

I love this orange.

Isn't that amazing?
(LAUGHS)

I was just mixing,
and that happened.

You're not afraid
of the paint.

I'm very impressed.

Thank you.

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

I hope I don't sound
too mercenary,

but do you think
you could pull this
into a series?

I know I could sell them.

Sure.

Three or four would be great.
Keep them this size.

Okay.

♪ Well, I hate your lipstick

♪ I hate your lipstick

♪ Close your mouth up

♪ So I can kiss you

♪ When I'm walking with you

♪ Los Angeles is also little

♪ I want the whole
world to know

♪ I belong to you ♪

Hey.
Hey.

I thought you'd
already left.

No. I'm here.

Oh! Oh! They're showing
Night of the Hunter

at the Rialto
Classic Film Noir

with Robert Mitchum.
Wanna go?

(SIGHS) I don't know.
Is it in black and white?

Uh, yeah, yeah.
It's noir.

I don't know.
I have a lot of homework.

Are you mad at me
'cause I wouldn't
go to the mall?

No.

What?

Notice anything?

Uh...Yeah. Jane.

Okay, just wondering.

Enjoy your noir. (SIGHS)

BETH: Hello?

Joan! Ooh, don't sneak!

It's not Joan.

Beth.

I tried the doorbell.
Then I just
came around back.

Um...

Kevin's not here.

I came to see you.

It's a miracle.

I got whistled at.
That never happens.

Unless, you know,
someone's making a dog joke.

JOAN: Hey.

Luke is all
about you.

I know.

But how can I compete
with his true love?

I mean, he refers
to embrane theory

as stunningly elegant.

He doesn't
compliment you?

Once he told me my dermis
was pleasantly exothermic.

Eww.

Jeff Fletcher
just asked me

to come see his band play
this weekend.

Isn't that crazy?

Manic toolhead?
Nicely done.

I don't want to hurt Luke,

but sometimes I'm afraid
he only loves me for my mind.

What about Adam?
What about him?

Does he give
you compliments?

Does he make you
feel cherished?

Is there genuine lust?

Yeah, all the time.
Wow.

Yeah, you know,
there's the love talk

and the poetry
and the gushing.

He's an artist,
you know.

I think I'm gonna go walk
down the hall again

without my glasses.

Wish me luck...
And balance.

Too much eyeliner.

You think so?

No, you think so.

I don't know
if I look good

or like a circus freak.

Perspective is
everything.

Yeah, I know,
I know, I know.

Shadowing makes
the cheekbones pop.

Why are you
having me do this?

The class makes
everyone crazy.

The way the world
sees you

can change the way
you see yourself.

Glynis has certainly become
a different person.

It appears that way,
doesn't it?

I just don't know
what I'm doing wrong.

Adam hasn't noticed
anything different about me.

Sometimes you have
to see what you're not

in order to see
what you are.

What is this,
a Sheryl Crow song?

I am dating someone
at college,

a few months now.
His name's Todd,

and he's
an English major.

But other than that,
he's really great.

(LAUGHS)

Hey, you like
milk, right?

Yes.

Okay.

It seems so normal
to have you in my kitchen.

Thanks, it feels normal
being here.

I can still see
the two of you

doing your homework
at this table.

Kevin thinks
that we broke up
because he got hurt.

Well, it is difficult
for any relationship

to endure
that kind of stress.

You were kids.
You still are.

But it wasn't like that.

This is really
between you and Kevin.

But I had a relationship
with your whole family.

I just--
I can't stand you guys

having that kind
of opinion of me.

Beth,

I know that you need
some kind of closure
on all this,

but it can't
be with me.

(DOOR OPENS)

KEVIN: Back
from the mines!

Kevin, look who dropped by.

Get out.

HELEN: Hey.

I don't want her in here.

On second thought,
since you're here,

why don't you come
watch me ride

the little motor chair
up the stairs?

And then for big laughs,
I can adjust my catheter!

Hey!

Kevin, whatever you think
that I have done to you,

you've more than
made up for it now.

Good!

(DOOR SLAMS)

Proud of yourself?

Yeah. I held back.

By feathering
the foundation,

you achieve a natural,
flawless finish.

Ms. Candy,

can you take a look
at my lip liner?

I can't get it
to go straight.

Oh, you've corrected
your own lip line.

Wait a minute. What--

What's wrong
with my own lip line?

Well, everyone has flaws
and asymmetries.

The point
of cosmetics is

to redirect the eye
to our best features.

Mmm-hmm.

What if I don't have
any best features?

Everyone has
a best feature, Joan.

I saw to that.

No offense,
but you've broken,

like, every single rule
she taught us.

The thing
to remember is,

adornment isn't
who you are.

If you're
so worried about me

getting caught up
in adornment,

maybe you shouldn't
have sent me

to this stupid
makeup class.

I sent you here
to learn,

to observe
the effects
of appearance.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I know, changing the way
the world sees me.

But the world,
I.E. Adam,

still doesn't see zippo.

Look in the mirror,
Joan,

and what do you see?

Some ridiculous, vain girl
who can't stop thinking

about shading
and concealing.

This is just not who I am.

Exactly.

So I'm just supposed
to reject all this stuff,

that's the point?

Okay...

How about filling in
with some lip color?

Actually, no.

Then perhaps
a clear gloss?

Ms. Candy,
I'm done glossing

and powdering
and primping.

Because all that stuff
just isn't who I am.

Don't get caught up
in the surface.

There is a deeper truth.

Dude, it's called
extra credit.

Your lip liner's crooked.

Joan?

Joan, you didn't powder.

Hey, honey.

Hey, Will.

You are not gonna
believe what happened.

Did you hear the news?

What news?

Come on, you missed
my headline bust?

"Detective breaks
underage prostitution ring

using his spidey sense."

Oh.

You--you busted
a prostitution ring?

Yeah, well,
it was a fluke.

I followed
this kid home

and stumbled
onto it.

Seven girls, none
over the age of 17.

And...

Channel 5 wants
to interview me
tomorrow.

Your man is a hero!

Why don't I fix you a plate?
You must be starving.

What, tough day?

It's nothing.

Hey.

It's nothing.

I have spidey sense,
remember?

It's just this morning
when I showed you my painting,

I guess I was
a little disappointed

that you didn't seem
to really see it.

I did. I looked.

I said I liked it.
Didn't I?

Yeah, like you
would tell a child

his drawing is nice.

This is my work, Will.

That painting is
a part of me,

and you just dismissed it.

I mean, what does that say
about our relationship?

Our relationship?

How did
we make that leap
from a painting?

It's not just a painting!

(SIGHS)

I had Ken Thompson
from the Franklin Gallery
look at it,

and he thought it was
a big breakthrough for me.

He wants me
to do a series.

He thinks
he can sell them.

That's terrific.

Yeah. I had to go
to a stranger

to get what I wanted
to get from you.

I'm sorry.
Helen, I'm an idiot
about art.

You know,
there's stuff
about my job

that you don't get.

What's not to get

about busting up
a prostitution ring?

It's noble.

It's newsworthy.

Oh, my man's a hero.

What can you say
about my work after that?

Well, what do you want?
I mean--

I don't want
to have to tell you

when I need support.
I want--

Just forget it.

You know what?
I'm just tired.

Hey, congratulations
on the big bust.

What happened?

(SIGHS) It's spring.
I'm cleaning.

That's what people do,
right?

What, mom send you up here
to make sure I'm not nuts?

No. I don't think there's
any doubt about that.

It's just
this whole
Beth thing...

Why the hell
is she all over me?

Did she say
anything to you?

Why would she
be talking to me?

She's snooping around,
talking to mom.

I thought maybe
she cornered you, too.

She probably just wants
to be your friend.

Pretty cool of her,
considering.

Considering what?

She never came to see me
after the accident,

and now she's
feeling guilty?

She was in the hospital
every day

to see how you were doing.

She wasn't allowed
in the I.C.U.

When she knew
you were okay,

she kind of took off.

You didn't know that?

No.

But, uh, thanks.

Um...

I have to, uh...

Hey, what are you doing?

Purging.

Everything you own?

Yes!

That your father
and I paid for?

How 'bout you?

Agonizing.

(EXHALES)
I can see that.

Especially with
that staring at me.

Hey, don't touch that!

What? You said
it was staring at you.

I was just trying
to help.

It's bad enough
that you interrupt me.

Hey, I was taking out
the garbage.

Don't touch my painting!

Okay! Chill!

Don't tell me to chill!

Oh, god. I'm sorry.

I have to
recreate that...

And I don't know
what I'm doing.

Well--

Well, what were you
thinking about

when you painted
this one?

That was different.
It was a burst!

From you.

So burst again.
What's the problem?

I don't know.

Is that you?

Yes.
You stink.

Thank you.

Why do you stink?

Because I am not vain.

Caring about
your appearance

is a soulless expression
of vanity.

If you've been smoking
marijuana, honey,

you need to tell me.

No, no, no. Mom...

Mom...

I am freeing myself

from the media's ideals
of feminine beauty.

And you're doing this
by stinkin' and
lookin' like hell.

I'm sorry
I interrupted.

Sorry, I yelled at you.

Get your clothes
out of the garbage
and go take a shower.

I like me...

Just the way I am.

Focus on your bursting.

I was surprised
to hear from you.

I'm surprised you came

after the way I've been.

Me, too.

Joan told me something
that I didn't...

Remember...

And I wanted
to find out from you
what really happened.

You wanna sit?

Well, I'm not sure.
What--

What do you wanna know?

She said you did come
to visit me in the hospital.

Why didn't you stay
when I came to?

The days
around the accident,

they're just gone.

I thought since
I never saw you again

that you couldn't handle
what happened to me.

Kevin, you dumped me.

But I was crazy
about you.

Well, yeah, me
and, uh, Jeannie heron.

Je--what happened?

What did I do to you?

(SIGHS) It was after the game
at Toby's house.

Everyone was drinking,
and...

I told you

that I knew you and Jeannie
had been hooking up.

You didn't like
being called out
in front of your friends,

so you dumped me.

You busted me,
and then I...

Broke up with you.

Yeah. Classic, right?

Blame the victim.

Why didn't you...

Call me on it?

You had just gotten
your scholarship
from Arizona...

And you were so full
of yourself

that you didn't
wanna feel guilty about
cheating on me, so...

You took off.

In Andy's car.

I, uh...

Didn't know.

It's okay.

No, it's, uh--

It's--it's not.

Oh, it felt so good
throwing down

against the oppression
of the eyebrow pencil,

like
a true revolutionary.

Without the bloodshed,
social upheaval,
or C.I.A. involvement.

So, Rove like
the new look?

He hasn't said
anything, yet,

but--but I'm sure
he will.

Past is prologue, dude.
He didn't notice before.

Look, we're both
about more than just
superficial appearances.

Like you.
Hey, I look good!

What a glorious day
today.

Can you even see it?

I saw the blue
of the sky,

and I felt the warmth
of the sun,

and when I get
my contacts, um--

Glynis...

You look great
in your glasses.

You don't have to
be a slave

to society's fake,
sexually exploitive view

of external beauty.

Power to the pimple.

(MOUTHS WORDS)

Um, do--do I have
a blemish?

Well, not that
I can observe.

No. Of course...

I mean, all the makeup
obfuscates most

of the natural texture
of the skin.

So, you're saying
I'm fake?

No...

You're just different
than you were.

That didn't sound
very supportive.

I'm gonna be walkin'
over there.

You kids
take your time.

We should have
this conversation later.

I've been the gawky one
my whole life.

No one's head
ever turned
when I walked by.

Is it so wrong
to enjoy that now?

No.

It's just...

Our connection...

Was based
on immutable certainties.

You know, uh...

A shared
intellectual buffet,

if you will,

and one of the constants
in that equation...

Has changed and--

Are---are you
breaking up with me?

I want you
to be happy...

And I think maybe I need
to get out of your way.

You should go and see
manic toolhead
with those guys.

Okay.

Did you reject, dude?

What?

The preemptive dump.

Protect your own skin
'cause you knew it was
just a matter of time--

It was just too much
coming at me,

all the time.

Don't worry.

I'll give her
the shoulder she needs.

The girls were sent over here
from Eastern Europe

And held captive
for 6 months.

None of the neighbors
bothered to ask

why strangers
were coming and going
from the house

or why these children
never went to school

or played
with any other kids.

How could that happen?

Human nature.
No one wants to believe
something that ugly

can happen
in their own backyard.

But you recognized it.

Well, it's
kind of my job.

I've been a cop
for over 20 years.

You were
on a psych leave recently
after being kidnapped.

Is that correct?

You know,
that's something
I'd rather not discuss.

I'm just saying,

that must make this
so much sweeter,

that you've had such
an impressive comeback.

Detective Girardi
never left us.

He was on a temporary
reassignment.

We were never without him.
That's correct.

It actually was just
a bureaucratic
thing.

You know
what the guys
upstairs are like.

Obviously
I'm pretty capable

of being
a police officer.

I would say so.

They're probably
kicking themselves

for taking you
off the street at all.

I hope so.

Well, lucky for us
you're back,

and lucky
for those poor girls.

Just doin' my job.

Okay. That's a wrap.

Great stuff. Thanks.

So, is it true?

Camera
adds 20 pounds?

Yeah. To your head.

What's that
supposed to mean?

You know, we go
to the mat for you

when you were
in trouble,

and you talk trash
about us?

That's not
what I meant.

If I hadn't been one
of those bureaucratic fools,

you wouldn't be standing
here right now.

Look--
look, I'm sorry.

I, um--

I got a little lost
in the lights.

I'm sorry.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, have you ever seen
Touch of Evil?

It's playing
at the Rialto tonight--

In black and white?

Yeah.

It's Orson Welles.

I want color.

But the way he shot

is black and white,

you know,
it gives the images
this rich texture and--

Adam, it's
the 21st century, okay?

I want color and T.H.X
and stadium seating

and cup holders.

The Rialto smells
like a nursing home.

Yeah...

But you have to learn

the visual language
of film if you wanna--

How--how can you
be so observant

when it comes to some movie
made during the civil war,

but when it comes to me,
I could grow a mustache,

and you wouldn't notice?

Did I miss something?

I've been wearing
the same clothes

for two days!

I haven't washed my hair!

My--my face is so...

Unadorned, I could
be killed by the Aztecs!

It's cool with me. Um...

So the rank, stinky,
slob thing,

that's a turn on for you?

If it's who you are.

And how about before?

In the last couple days,

I've been wearing
so much makeup and hairspray,

I looked
like a TV evangelist!

Does that work
for you, too?

Appearances
are superficial, Jane.

So it's about inner beauty.
That's what matters?

Yeah.
How about going
to the mall?

That matters to you,

and that's
all about appearances!

That's different. That's--
No, it isn't!

No! You are so vain!

Right.

Look at me.

Yeah, exactly!

You try so hard to look
like you don't care,

just--just
like I was trying to do,

but you do! You do care!

Ohh, you--you wanna
be that arty guy

who thinks
he's so above the mall.

Well, I like the mall,
okay?!

Okay, you like the mall!

Yeah, you know
what else I like, too?

I like watching
Laverne & Shirley
on Tvland!

That's right!

Laverne & Shirley?
Yeah!

Lenny and Squiggy!
"Hello?!"

I loved it, and I was
afraid to tell you that

because I thought you would
think I was some bubblehead

and you wouldn't wanna
hang out with me anymore,

and you know what?
Maybe you don't!

(CRYING) I can't stand...

Us pretending like this.

Both of us trying
to live up to some image

of what we think
we should be!

Well, if that's
what we are...

Then I don't like us!

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hey. What are you doing?
Hey.

Just a new project.

Oh, did I miss
your interview?

Oh, it was nothing.

Ohh...

Oh, God. I just
got caught up.
I'm so sorry.

No, no, no. I'm kind of
glad you missed it.

I was a little full
of myself.

Hey--hey,
that's your painting!

Yeah. The one that
caused all the trouble.

Oh, Helen,
I am really sorry.

No, it's not you.

This painting...

It became so important.

It had this hold
over me, like...

The whole world
was supposed to love

this brilliant
new Helen.

Well, I hated her.

Someone was gonna
pay you for that.

Yeah.

There'll be others.

"Out of the ashes
the phoenix rises,

"reborn
in boundless grace

to fly again."

Don't take this
the wrong way,

but artists
are a little cracked.

(CHUCKLES)

Atleast I didn't
cut off my ear.

Mm. It's
so nice and warm.

I missed you.

How much were they
gonna pay?

(LAUGHS)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

I'll get it!

Hey.

I guess I kind of
flipped out.

Yeah.

The mall really
does freak me out.

You know, it's like
all the stores

are yelling at me.

So I guess
that makes us both crazy.

So we got
that going for us.

Uh, I--I really liked
that pink shirt

that you were wearing
the other day.

I think I threw that out.

Oh.

Do you wanna come in?

Yeah.

What--
what's in the bag?

Oh. Yeah.

Dude, where's my car?

Bill and Ted's
excellent adventu.

Dumb and dumber.

Tommy boy?

Did you rent these?

They're yours?

There's an anarchic
absurdity in Dude

that speaks
to teenage alienation.

It's funny as hell.
Yeah.

(LAUGHS)

Tommy boy's
a classic.

Tell me about it.

You know that scene

where spade spills the M&Ms
on the dashboard?

"Yo, there's
a protective candy shell!"

BOTH: "Your brain
has a protective
candy shell!"

Yeah,
I remember that.

♪ Call my name

♪ Show them way
to sweet surrender

♪ Me say

(JOAN LAUGHING)

♪ Everything but you

♪ Everything but you

♪ Everything but you

♪ Fall away ♪