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JOAN: One time I dreamt
I had this sea turtle
named Lady

who could talk,

and we did everything
together.

(CHUCKLES)

Including talk.

We played cards and swam
and ate junk food.

When I woke up,
I missed her so much,

even though she was
never real.

I mean,
especially because...

Because she w-wasn't real.

But Judith was real, Joan.

Lady, the sea turtle,
was this

exotic,

magical creature.

She belonged to me.
Nobody else
had a friend like her.

And then I actually

found someone who was like

a talking sea turtle.

I mean, she was magical

and exotic.

You're totally
not following me here,
are you?

It's normal to be angry
with someone who dies.
You feel abandoned.

So what happens
in psychiatry school, hmm?

What, they suck out
every original thought?

Now you're transferring
your anger onto me.

No, I'm actually angry
with you.

Do you know why?

Because you're a jerk.

I took God away from you.

(SCOFFS)

I destroyed that magical
and exotic friendship.

More than ever,
you wish he were real.

(CLOCK TICKING)

Lots of people
believe in God

who are not crazy.

Isaac Newton, Bono,

pretty much anyone
who wins an award.

Believing is one thing.
Seeing is another.

Are you seeing him again?

So you think
it went well?

It went fine.

And it helped
to talk to him?

Mom, my friend died. I'm sad.
Apparently that's normal.

Joan...

Mom, you wanted me
to go talk to Dr. Dan.
I went and talked to Dr. Dan.

I don't wanna
see him anymore.
Why not?

He has nose hair.
That is not a reason.

You can't keep dragging me
to the shrink every time
something bad happens.

Oh, no! Oh!

This your car?

Yes.

Are you serious?
$28? I...

I was
just taking my daughter
to see a counselor.

Mom!
Just doing my job, ma'am.

Unbelievable!

(CAR LOCK BEEPS)

What?
What can I tell you?
Her meter ran out.

What?

Her time ran out.

Oh, really?
That's your defense?
Her time ran out?

That's the best you can do
when it comes to the point
of human existence?

"Sorry. Time's up."

Too bad about
all those people you loved
and all the plans you had.

You know,
it must be really great

to know that your time
is never gonna run out.

What?

(SIGHS) Never mind.

(CAR HORN HONKING)
Coming!

Just drive.

(JOAN SIGHING)

♪ 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

♪ Just trying
to make his way home ♪

Too emotional to travel?

It's gonna sound great
in the court when the jury's
staring at my client.

End of the day,
they would have done it
in your living room.

I still don't understand
why the kids
have to participate.

No, it's good.
This will work for us.

The more kids you have,
the more lives
that were ruined.

Tell 'em to load it up, too.
Usually the deposition rule
is monosyllables.

When it comes to describing
the night of this accident,

I wanna hear violins playing.

Goes triple for you, kiddo.

No problem.

Chuck, we're onboard
with the aggressive approach,

but this language
upsets my wife.

I'll do all my own talking,
Will.

Okay, then it upsets me.

Litigation, people,
not synchronized swimming.

Mom, no pressure,
but all the clothes
I like are dirty. Sorry.

Joan, Chuck Kroner.

Our daughter, Joan,
who's wearing
her least favorite clothes.

Nice to meet you, Joan.

If you'll excuse me,
I have to run.

In my profession,
time actually is money.

(DOOR CLOSING)

What's with Captain Creepy?

Whatever it is,
I am not going to therapy.

Look, I know
it's a lot to ask.
Dude,

licking your floors
would be a lot to ask.

It's one dinner.
No.

It's my birthday dinner.
My dad makes lasagna.

Well, I'll get you
a present.

Besides, someone we knew
is actually dead.

How could you even
think of celebrating?

It's dinner, Grace.

You know,
n-nobody's gonna limbo
or wear stupid hats.

You know,
once your sister knows,
the world knows.

We might as well
get married.
Joan won't figure it out.

(SCOFFS)

She's not that stupid.

Stupid, no.
Self-absorbed?

Paris Hilton
has more perspective.

Look, I'll just say
we have to study later.

It's my 16th birthday,
you know, the one
where you get a car.

I mean, I'm just getting
a diving watch,

but still,
it's a watershed event.

I thought you were afraid
of the ocean.

Grace, this is what I want
for my birthday, okay?

Not a present,
not a rain check,

not five more minutes
of make-out time.

Shut up!

This is a deal-breaker, Grace.

I'm still having nightmares
about Judith,

and now I have to go
to this lawyer's office

and talk about
Kevin's accident.

What did I do
in my past lifetime,
kill puppies?

Truly. Yeah.

You know, plus,
this is the week
Price is gonna analyze

the college counselor's
report.

Are you kidding me?
How could I hate
my life more?

Tests are back today.
What?

Way to bounce back
after Judith.

Hey, it's a classic
coping mechanism.

You'll do fine on the test.
I quizzed you.

Wow. Did Lischak use
her own blood?

What happened?
I mean, you knew it.

I guess I just froze.

(EXCLAIMS)

I got lucky.

Look, it's just 'cause
you're under a lot of stress.

Luke is stressed.
Freidman is heartbroken.

FREIDMAN:
(IN SING-SONG VOICE) Sweet!
You so rock!

Yes!

Ooh, you're right, daddy!

I am incredibly stupid.

Physics is hard.

"Physics is hard"?

That's, like,
the intellectual version
of, "You're not fat."

Look, it's just
your first test, okay?

You have plenty of time
to make it up.

Next sentence
could be your last.

Lischak gave it to me
'cause I helped her study.

That's all I was gonna say.

This is the deposition
in the matter
of Baker v. Girardi,

and today we're deposing
Will Girardi.

If it pleases all parties,
I would like Mr. Kroner
to review some paperwork,

verify addresses and dates,
that sort of thing,
and then we'll begin.

Of course.

(DOOR OPENING)

LUKE: Dad, it is so cool.

It's got ram-air traction,
rip-stop nylon.

I mean, you--you barely need
a breeze to fly it.

It's, like,
the perfect display
of positive/negative air flow.

It's a kite.
Yeah, and it's smarter
than you.

And it's more interesting
than you.

Guys, not today.
Where's the Gatorade?

Hey, it's 4:30.
You're not suited up.

I'll suit up at the gym.
I got time.

You'll get benched.
Henderson
pulled a groin muscle.

Nobody else
to carry the ball.

That's your work ethic?

Dad, it's football.
It's not even my sport.

Baseball, I give 110 percent.

So you skim
off the top elsewhere?
What kind of a man are you?

The point is,
you sign up to play,
you give it everything.

Can I get
the abbreviated lecture?
You're gonna make me late.

You're already late,
and this is not
how I raised you to think.

You've been on me all day.
Yeah, well, that's my job.

What's wrong now?
This is between
me and Kevin.

(SIGHING) I have to go.
Whoa, whoa.
We're not finished here.

He's gonna be late
for the game, Will.

Helen, please.
Please what?

You're always
making excuses for him.
You encourage him.

That's my crime?
I encourage my son?

No. You baby him.

He's a man,
and he needs to act like it.

And he can't do that
if his mother's
still making his bed.

Will, it's homecoming.
Try not to ruin it for him.
I'm ruining it?

Bye.

Kevin, don't you
walk out on me!

I'm a man.
I'm acting like it.

Hey,
we're not finished here.

One day you're gonna
get your ass kicked,

and there's a part of me
that's looking forward to it!

Do you hear me?

Kevin!

LANGSTON:
And we're ready to begin.

Mr. Girardi,
if you would start
by spelling your name.

Mr. Girardi?

Will, you okay?
Need a minute?

No, I'm ready.

Spell your name
for the record.

G-I-R-A-R-D-I.

I want sugar
and I want it now.

The latest expose?
Did somebody double-park?

I'm writing stuff down
for the deposition.

Wait, were we
supposed to prepare?

I thought we just show up
and say yes or no.

That's your job.
My testimony is gonna
count for a lot.

Well, that's good,
because I'm the dumb one.

Fast times
at Arcadia High?

Guess I'm still just
dealing with Judith.

I failed my Physics test.

Failed.

I mean,
I've had D's before,

but once you see that F,
it's like a whole other
part of the alphabet.

Why are you
even taking Physics?

'Cause I'm into quarks
and stuff.

Because of Adam.

He's such a brainiac.
I feel like
I'm supposed to be one, too,

because he deserves
a girlfriend
who's as smart as he is.

Are we actually
talking about stuff?
It's not even 8:00 yet.

You can't do things
to impress other people.

Yeah, because nothing
in our society
encourages that.

(LUKE SCATTING)

No singing.

(LAUGHS)

Sorry, but sometimes
life is good.

Not in here, it isn't.

Is this about your F?

Is this about
the Playboy magazines
in your underwear drawer?

So what if you don't make
Ivy League?

Is it really
that big of a deal?

I mean, if George Bush
is any indication...

Right. But I wanna go
wherever you go.

I mean, that's still the plan,
at least, right?
Sure.

Yeah. I'm thinking
second tier, you know?
University of Texas, Austin.

A lot of great filmmakers
came out of there.
Wes Anderson, for example.

I could do Austin.
We could learn
how to two-step.

You know
what I think about?

How much Judith
is missing out on all this.

Miss Girardi,
Mr. Price is ready for you.

Okay.

Wish me luck.

(TAPPING ON WINDOW)

Watching the PDA.

Good luck.

Try to remember
who you are, Joan.

Coyly stated
by the Almighty.

"Remember who I am."
That's my assignment?

It's easy to get derailed
when confronting
your future.

Try to stay grounded.

And stand up straight.
I didn't create you
to slouch.

Go.
Wait.

You know my future,
so why do I have to go
discuss it with Price?

That free will lecture
just doesn't land with you,
does it?

(PRICE CLEARING THROAT)

Growing old and dying
in here, Ms. Girardi.

Works for me.

Ms. Girardi, I've received
Mr. Tuchman's evaluation.

You've listed one of
your major considerations

for your destination
of higher learning
as weather.

I'm not good with cold.

You failed
your first AP Physics test.

Physics is hard.

Look, why--why don't you
just tell me

what schools you think
I have a shot with?

My first choice would be
University of Texas, Austin.

UT is a fine school.

Unfortunately,
they do have as one of
their admissions criteria

evidence of brain activity.

But I got straight B's
last semester.

Mmm. You were somewhat
farther down the musical scale
the year before.

Well, I mean,
that was my old school.
I was...

I was different then.

There's a reason they call it
a permanent record,
Ms. Girardi.

Any four-year college
is out of your range.

I'm recommending
Arcadia Community College.

(STAMMERING) No, no, no, no.
I can't stay here.

I'm-- I'm going
wherever Adam goes.

Adam Rove is a gifted student.

He has a promising future.
I'm sure you don't wanna
hold him back.

Good day, Ms. Girardi.

(SIREN WAILING)

So...

Talk to me.

I was deposed yesterday.

It brought
a lot of stuff up.

I don't feel comfortable
talking about it.

Okay.

Just thought I'd ask.

I'll redo the reports.

That's not the point.

The night of the accident...

It was
homecoming weekend.

Kevin and I had been
sniping at each other
all day.

He was walking out the door
and I said,

"You're gonna
get your ass kicked,

"and I'm looking forward
to it."

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

That's the last thing
I said to my son
before he was paralyzed.

So, you're guilty
for being human.

It was a horrible thing
to say.

People say horrible things
to each other all the time.

Saying it didn't make
the accident happen.

As my ex-husband
was going out the door,
I yelled after him,

"And I hope your..."

Kind of a John Bobbitt
moment there, you know?

You know, when you get mad,
you go for the weak spot.

I really think
you can let yourself
off the hook here, Will.

How's Helen dealing
with this?

I didn't tell her
about the Kevin thing.
I didn't wanna upset her.

I think that was probably
a good idea.

She has enough.

Still waiting to meet her,
by the way.

Not quite convinced
she's real.

We'll have you over
for dinner soon.

Oh, well,
don't get carried away.
Nobody's gotta cook.

Well, we--we like it
at our house.

Thanks for listening.

Thanks for talking.

LANGSTON: Mrs. Girardi,

we're asking you
to revisit the evening
of November 9, 2002.

Are you cognizant
of the events
on that evening?

Yes, I remember the night
my son was paralyzed.

I know this is hard.

Can we skip
the false concern?

(WHISPERING) Keep your eyes
on the prize, Helen.

Sorry.

What was the question?

Did you speak with your son
while he was at
this homecoming party?

No. My husband did.

Are you coming to bed?

Eventually.

Good game tonight.
He broke some nice tackles.

He called from the party.
He'll be back by midnight.

I'm trying to let him
grow up, Helen.

I don't wanna argue with you.
Go to bed.

I'm worried
about his attitude.

He acts like
there's a free ride
waiting for him.

He's a good-looking,
athletic kid.

There's nothing wrong
with him enjoying that.

He relies on it.
That's not how
the world works.

And aren't we supposed
to prepare him for the world?

Oh, that's only part
of the job.

Do you think
you might be resentful

because he has some things
that you didn't?

Excuse me?
Resentful of my own son?

You are all over him.
Nothing is good enough.

Talk about
letting him grow up.

How's he supposed to do that
with you breathing down
his neck?

My job is to turn him
into a man, period.

What kind of man?
A man who hates his father?

I'm gonna take a shower.

Yeah, you do that.
I don't forgive
that statement.

I'm not asking you to.

(THUNDER CLAPPING)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Are you gonna get that, Will?

(DOORBELL CONTINUES RINGING)

Will!

He talked about Kevin.
Your husband went up
for a shower.

The doorbell rang.
And then what, Mrs. Girardi?

The police.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

Okay, this time I mean it.

You're gonna start
running again.

I'm gonna set my alarm
for 5:30.

Not in this bedroom,
you're not.

Well, you want me
to get old and fat?

As long as you do it
with me.

Did you buy
something expensive?

Hmm.

I had my deposition today.

And I was remembering
how horrible I was to you

right before the accident.

No, you weren't.

I remembered
somethin' else.

Right before the cops
came to the door,

I

had this vision.

This image of Kevin
lyin' on the ground
in the rain. I saw it.

What do you think that was?

I don't know.

Oh, by the way,
I'm gonna invite Lucy
to dinner.

I was thinking Friday.

(SIGHING)

Well, that's what
you do, Helen.
You invite the boss over.

We had Roebuck over.
That's what you do.

I--I mean,
if Friday's a big problem...

It's not the day.
It's the person.

Well, maybe you could meet her
before you fully commit
to hating her.

So after I feed her,

then I can hate her?

With complete abandon.

(FREIDMAN COUGHING)

(GRUNTING)

(CRASHING)

It's some kind
of breakdown.

JOAN: It's because
of Judith.

GLYNIS: Which is
kind of sweet.

No, it's not about Judith.
It's about Price.
He needs a sport for Harvard.

Hmm. It's curiously
appealing, picturing him
in maroon and white.

Is everyone
having a breakdown?

It's college, man.

It's like
we're all possessed.

I mean, Price told me
I have to put in more hours
at the design studio

if I wanna
get into Stanford.

Stanford? I thought
you were going to Texas.

Well, no. He said for what
I wanna do, Stanford.

I got a shot.

Well, it's on
your shortlist, right?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

What if all this time
he's had an inner warrior?

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

Holy future Freidmans!
Walk it off, Harvardian!
Back in the saddle!

I have to go.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Jane. Hey, Jane.

I will not sing.
I will not wear a dress.

What?

Those are the terms.

So you're saying yes?

And it has nothing to do
with that asinine threat.

I will do all the breaking up
around here, got it?

Absolutely.

(SKILLET PLAYING SPLINTER)

♪ Here I lie again
inside this broken body

♪ Wrestle against the tree,
my muscles aching ♪

Hi.

Uh, how much of my future
can I get for $5?

(PANPIPE MUSIC PLAYING
ON STEREO)

Well, it's a slow day.

(GRUNTS)

Sit down.

Come on, sit down.

(COUGHING)

(CLEARING THROAT)

Thank you.

Okay.

(EXCLAIMING SOFTLY)

Oh, that's funny.

What?

They're blank.

What does that mean?

Well, apparently
you have no future.

Well, technically speaking,
no one does.

Oh, God.

That's me.
You heard of string theory?

I'm failing my Physics class,
remember?

A quick tutorial.
Past, present, future,
all co-existing

in different dimensions
with different rates
of vibration.

Great. How about college?

Oh, the future's not fixed,
Joan.

Its very existence
is determined by the choices
you make in the present.

Okay. What are you saying?
I shouldn't worry
about the future?

Well, the best way
to affect it

is by bringing
your consciousness
to the moment.

(EXCLAIMS IN DISGUST)
You're like a walking
refrigerator magnet.

Well, I'm just saying
that that's where
all the action is.

It's the only place
you have any real power.

Your wig is, like,
from Cher's reject pile.
Are you aware?

Don't forget
about the present, Joan.

(CHUCKLING)

It felt like a normal night.
Uh...

You know, Joan and I
got dragged to the game
to watch Kevin play.

Then, of course,
the endless talking about him
in the car on the way back.

I'm used to being ignored.
You know, the youngest
and all.

Hand-me-downs. Used toys.

Luke, back to point.

Right. It's not therapy.

Not that I need therapy.

So, um,

anyway, I was engaged
in some kind of
academic pursuit.

♪ Hello

♪ Hello

♪ Hello ♪

Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine,
Dr. Howard.
.

I'm Fine.
So am I!

(LAUGHTER ON TV)

STOOGE 1: This is all
your faul.
STOOGE 2: Start talkin'.

Give me.

Get your own.

Get your rank feet
off of me.

Physical violence,

favorite tool of the
intellectually impaired.

(JEERING)

Want it, need it,
getting it.

That is a baby toy.

It's a ram-air traction kite
with rip-stop nylon,
mid-range action ratio...

WILL: I don't forgive
that statement.
HELEN: I'm not asking you to.

Better not get divorced
before next week.

You're always thinking
about yourself.

It's my birthday.
You, you, you, you.

Yeah, right.

As if anything
in this house matters
except Kevin.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

I know. How do we fix it?

HELEN: Are you gonna
get that, Will?

Can't. We'll just have to
put our scarred psyches
to some productive use.

What's the matter?

HELEN: Will!

Give them.
Come on. Give them!

HELEN: (SCREAMING) No!

Mom, um, I have to go
to the deposition now,
and, um...

Well, since I have to
tell the truth, I thought
I would start here.

Oh, God.

Promise not to freak out.

Speak.

I failed my Physics test,
and I don't have a shot
at a four-year college. Bye.

Whoa!

Price!

Mom, see, this is what
freaking out looks like.

Did you tell my daughter
that she has
no academic future?

(SIGHING)

Mrs. Girardi,
if you would like
to make an appointment...

Did you use the words,
while speaking to my daughter,
"no future"?

She was paraphrasing.
Well, paraphrase this.

I'm in no mood for you
and your soul-destroying
tactics right now.

My entire family
is being deposed
in a lawsuit,

I'm behind in my work,

and I have to feed
my husband's horrible boss
tonight,

so just cut the crap
and account for yourself.

Did you tell my daughter
she has no future?

I see her options as limited.

See, I get that you are
disappointed in your own life.

I don't blame you.

But this girl
hasn't abandoned
her dreams yet.

And so, to try
to steal that from her,

to try to rob someone
of their future,

I'm pretty sure
you go to hell for that.

Tell her you were wrong.

Tell her.

I might have overstated.

Thank you.

Mom, that was awesome.

You, study harder,
get your act together.
You are going to college.

Because there will be
no more casualties
in this family.

(SOFT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

WILL: Hey, we're home.

Something smells good.

Any more garlic,
the paint would peel.

Lucy Preston,
my boss.

Helen Girardi,
my other boss.

Oh.

That line never gets old.
Never does.

Hey.
Nice to finally meet you.

Yeah. You, too.

Oh, thank you.
You didn't have to.

Can I get you
a glass of that?

Um, actually, a Scotch,
if it's goin'.

Oh, it's going.

Uh, I hope
this resembles food.

I've been dealing
with the deposition,

and I had to yell
at the vice principal today.

I told Will,
I mean, you know,
cooking is not necessary.

I could have picked up
a bucket of chicken
on the way.

Oh, no, it was fine.
I'm happy to do it.

So let me, uh...
Let me chop something.
I'm good at that.

Oh, uh, okay, yeah.

So, Will's quite a guy.

No way could I do this job
without him.

This lawsuit thing
that you're going through,
man, that's...

That's ridiculous. I...

Will says you're religious.
That must come in handy.

I was raised
Southern Baptist,

but, uh, now I'm just pissed,
God doesn't exist.

I think that's enough.

Tomatoes.

Oh.

Yeah. Okay.

JOAN: We had all gone
to the game.

We won.

And, uh, this guy,
Richard Gould,
flirted with me.

That's what
I was thinking about.

Um...

And then...
Then when we got home,

um, Luke and I
decided to watch TV,

and the doorbell rang.

HELEN: (SCREAMING) No!

What?

(CRYING)

What is it?

JOAN: The drive
seemed really long.

I was staring
at everything going by
like it was all new,

or like
I'd never see it again.

I remember thinking,
"This is the moment
where my whole life changes.

"It's like,
everything before this

"and everything after."

I remember praying,
but I don't know
who I was praying to.

I didn't believe in God.
I was bargaining.

Telling him all the things
I'd do if he let Kevin live.

Then I looked
at my brother, Luke.

He was counting
on his fingers.

You have to understand.

He's a math genius,
and he was counting
on his fingers.

That's how screwed up he was,

but I didn't feel sorry
for him.
I wanted to kill him,

because I knew
he was counting the days
till his stupid birthday.

He'd been talking
about this dumb kite,

like that was something
to get excited about.

STENOGRAPHER: Excuse me.

I'm sorry to interrupt.
He wanted a what
for his birthday?

A kite.

And his birthday was when?

Ten days
after Kevin's accident.

November 19th.

Oh, my God.

You weren't talking
about the present.

You were talking about

the present.

Unless it was both.

I'll bet you it was both.
Because that's what you do.

I'm back on the record.

We should go ahead and eat.
The kids are scattered
all over the place.

No telling
when they'll be home.

Where are they?
Uh, Joan had to be deposed
after school.

Kevin's gonna be deposed
after work.

Oh, these kids today
and their depositions.

(DOOR CLOSING)

That must be Luke.

WILL: Just in time, buddy.

HELEN: Hey.

Oh, look,
you brought Grace.

Um, th-this is Dad's boss,
Lucy Preston.

Our son, Luke,
and his friend Grace Polk.

Study partner.

That's not lasagna.

Nope. Mom's leg of lamb.
Grab a seat. Lucy.

I'm not hungry.

(DOOR SLAMMING)

We have a lot of work
to do, so...

And he's the easy one.

(CHUCKLING)

(SIGHS) Uh, I was fighting
with my girlfriend.

That's why
we left the party.

Um...

(CLEARING THROAT) She went
to the bathroom,

and, uh, I took that
as an opportunity
to duck out.

Had you been drinking?

Uh, a little. I'd had a beer.
I wasn't much of a drinker.

Had Andy been drinking?

Yeah.

I--I don't know how much.

To your knowledge,
was Andy drunk
when you left?

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING
ON STEREO)

Dude, I was about to make
a move on Dee Dee Carter.
You owe me large.

Hey, hey,
let's go to Webster's.

He's always got
college girls.
Yeah.

Kevin.

Kevin, don't you dare
walk out on me! Hey!

What kind of guy
walks away from a girl,
huh?

You're mad.
We'll talk about it
when you've calmed down.

No! If you leave now,
it's over.

And isn't it enough
that you cheated on me?

Look, we're not married.

I trusted you.

I loved you.
That doesn't matter
at all to you?

I--I can't get into this now.
We'll talk tomorrow.

I'm not gonna
be here tomorrow.

Dude, they always
say that, man.

I know.

Andy, give me the keys.

I only had one beer.

Dude, this is my dad's car,
man. You're not insured
to drive it.

He'd kill me, all right?
Besides, I'm fine.

Andy. Keys. Come on.

Kevin, if you say "keys"
one more time,

I swear to God,
I'm gonna buy you
a sundress or something.

(ALL LAUGHING)

All right.

Kevin, buddy, trust me.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

Ah, so Luke and Grace
really are in the garage.

I thought Mom
was having a mini-stroke.

What are you doing
in here?

Studying.

No, you're not studying.

You're pouting
because everybody forgot
your birthday.

Wouldn't you?

Yeah,
but it's the deposition.

Oh, so it's all
about Kevin again.
That makes it okay?

Dude, just take it easy
on them, okay?

When they remember,
they'll feel so guilty,
they'll buy you a car.

Didn't have time
to wrap it.

The kite.

(SNIFFLES)

I never got it.

Yeah, well,

so I'm a few years late.
Sue me.

I got you something, too.

Our secrecy contract.

Did you like her?

Like her?

Well,

she's me.

She's you?

Yeah, if I were
shorter, political

and didn't have,
you know, a soul.

I can't believe
you're threatened
by this woman.

I'm not threatened
by her.

I just don't understand
why you tell her
everything about us.

I don't tell her everything.
She's my boss. We talk.

Oh, my God.

JOAN: Oh, God!

(ALL LAUGHING)

Hold it.

(JOAN EXCLAIMS)

(ALL CHATTERING HAPPILY)

Grace, take this one.
We'll pull it. Going up.

JOAN: Ready?
GRACE: Throw it up.

(JOAN LAUGHING)

Throw it up high.

It's okay.

No, it's not.
It's just not.
It's my fault.

It doesn't matter.
Sweetheart, it does.

Okay, it does,
but, you know,

things came out of it
that I didn't see coming.

And I'm really happy now.

'Cause, you know,
we're all here.

And Grace is here.

And Joan remembered.

And Kevin is okay.

And I'm gonna have
a lot of birthdays.

Besides,

now you guys
have to buy me a car.

(LAUGHING)

Oh, happy birthday.

WILL: Happy birthday, Son.

Hey, come on, SquarePants!
Let's get this thing
in the air.

(LAUGHING)

♪ The Sunday after
there was laughter in the air

♪ Everybody had a kite

♪ They were flying everywhere

♪ And all the
trouble went away

♪ And it wasn't just a dream

♪ All the trouble went away

♪ And it wasn't just a dream

♪ In the middle of the night

♪ We try and try
with all our mights

♪ To light a little
light down here

♪ In the middle of the night

♪ We keep sending little kites

♪ Until a little light
gets through ♪

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

(CAR DRIVING AWAY)