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We were climbing
this huge cliff,

I should have been
terrified,

only in the dream,
I was a total pro,

and then this huge
boulder came loose

and I had to swing
us both out of the way
just in time.

And then I turned
into a bird

and you were a dog.
You still had
your hoodie on.

What do you think
that all means?

Earth to Planet Rove.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm kind of wiped.

I pulled an all-nighter
finishing that English paper.

Oh, crap.
Is that due today?

No, no. No, no, no,
I just had to
finish mine early

since I have the interview
at RISD on Saturday morning.

"Risdee"? That sounds
like a pirate disease.

No. Rhode Island
School of Design.

It's one of the best
art schools in the country.

How come
you didn't tell me?

I figured it'd be boring.

No way.

We could walk a whole state
in a couple of hours.

You really think your mom

will let you spend
another night alone
with me?

Look, I--I want to drop off
that paper before Physics,

so I'll see you there, okay?

Bye.

Hello, Joan.

Oh. So, you're God.
Why don't you tell me

why I turned Adam
into a dog?

Is it because
he's faithful and loyal

or because
he just ran off?

Sometimes a dog
is just a dog.

Could you exert
a little control
over your creations?

Flocks of birds,
packs of dogs,

you know, people,
once they gather,

things happen.

I don't interfere.
It's part of the rules.

(STUDENTS WHOOPING)

(CHUCKLING) Oh, my God.
Look at that.

That's Price's car.

GOTH KID GOD: Yes.

(GIGGLING)

(STUDENTS WHOOPING)

(CHUCKLING)

That's a mess.

Someone could slip
and get hurt.

I get it.

PRICE: Joan Girardi!

Mr. Price, I...

This is not
what it looks like.

PRICE: Now, now, Miss Girardi.

Do you honestly
expect me to believe

that you were suddenly
overwhelmed by your civic duty
to clean our campus?

Somebody could've slipped.
I probably saved you
from a lawsuit.

Let's cut the charade,
shall we?

You were caught
with the evidence.

Therefore,
according to Darwin,

you, and not
the faster gazelles
in the herd,

shall be punished
for damaging
my personal property.

Mr. Price, I...

Which, I happen to know
from the last time, cost $220.

But, Mr. Price,
I--I didn't do it.

The school district
is having a weekend

of mandatory community service

for other
brain-dead delinquents.

You'll be right at home.

They'll meet you
at 6
00 a.m., Saturday morning

outside the Oak Street
Community Center.

Oh, wait, I won't be there.

I'll be in bed.

Wear your painting clothes.

♪ 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 ♪

It's really powerful work.

Thanks.

I--I wasn't sure
about the lines.

No, they're--
they're strong.

It's-- It's

terrific.

Thanks.

Uh, Adam, I...

I was wondering, um...

Um, it's a piece
I've been working on.

Uh, I could use
some input.

You really want
my opinion?

I do.

(WHISPERING) Okay.

It's kind of like

those Byzantine mosaics
you were showing us, right?

Yeah?
Yeah.

You--You got that?

Yeah.

Maybe if you're going
for that, you...

Well, I really like
how Byzantine stuff
looks flat, you know.

HELEN: Yeah, yeah.

So, I mean, you know,
maybe if you want,

you can take out
the shading.

Oh, yeah.

Mr. Rove, perhaps
you could tutor
someone else.

I'd like to talk
to Mrs. Girardi.

Sure.

Glad to see you
empowering the students.

Missed you
at the budget meeting.

I had some conferences.

Yes. I see.

Thought I'd rip
the band-aid off in person.

You are cutting
my art budget?

It's the middle
of the year.

Uh, limited funding.
That's how it works.

How can I continue
what I'm doing on less money?

Oh, it's a gut course, Helen.

Draw a bunny,
get credit.

I have gifted students,
Mr. Price.

Your enrollment
has dropped.

The board just doesn't feel

that your class is a priority.

Art is not a priority?

See this as an opportunity
to look inside yourself,

take some inventory.

(SIGHS)

This last one
was a review question,

which means it should have
been a cakewalk for you,
my little brainiacs.

One half of A...

First Judith, then Stevie.

I just need to know
if it's significant

that every girl I kiss
either dies

or turns out to have been
kidnapped at birth.

Well, I'll concede,

it's an unfortunate
string of events.

How's a person supposed to
get past something like this?

The Hawking results are in.

You can't take it
personally...

Shh! Award time!

Hi. Sorry I'm late.
I had a meeting
with Mr. Price.

Not interested, Joan.
Uh, award time.

Shut it.
(GRUNTS)

What happened?

(SIGHING)

After you left, I...

I ran into someone
who framed me.

So now I have to do
a stupid weekend
of community service.

So, no Rhode Island.

Oh, man. That sucks.

Unless I come up late.

I mean, I'm done by 5:00,
I could take the train.

No. It's just going
to be too crazy, okay.

I might be
auditing a class.

Each year, science students
from around the country

compete for
the coveted Hawking Award.

Ooh! I'm so excited.

Dinner at
Don Thornberry's.

With Professor Lambert.

An entire evening of
string theory and prime rib.

I am pleased to announce

that we have two winners
in our class this year.

Only two? Oh, my.

(TAPS DRUM ROLL)

And this year's
Hawking Award goes to...

Mr. Freidman
and Miss Figliola

for their work
on velocity of atoms!

FREIDMAN: I knew it!

Congratulations.

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)

(STUDENTS CHATTERING)

Genius goes unrecognized.

What else is new?
Come on.

But my--my entry proved
the possibility
of a string force field

positing an energy of
10 to the 19th power volts.

This is a steak-worthy
discovery.

You're talking
about the opinion

of a bunch of pinheads
at Arcadia College.

And Don Thornberry himself.
I heard he was
an honorary judge.

What does he know
about physics?

He runs a steak joint
at the airport.

Dude, don't worry.
I'll bring you a doggie bag.

JOAN: Am I crazy or do you
not want me to go with you?

ADAM: What? No!

It'd be awesome.
It's just... It's...

It's overnight, you know?

Look, I know
the whole concert trip
was a disaster,

but this is different.
This is visiting
a school. I...

I know, I know,
but, hey, hey, listen.
Look. Listen.

(SIGHING)

It's hard for me.

Okay?

It's us being
in a room, alone

overnight.

Oh.

Okay? So I'll just...

I'll go to this thing
and we'll hang out on Sunday.

Okay.

JOAN: I didn't do it!
Can you keep it down?

Do you have any idea
how this makes me look?

The same day
Price practically
vaporizes me,

you egg his car.

I was framed!

I can't hear the popping.

You were holding
a carton of eggs.

Yes! Which someone
basically stuck in my hands.

What was
I supposed to do?

Who would do that?

Mom, it's high school.
Who wouldn't do that?

Yeah! See?
Even Kevin believes me.

Well, if you did it,
part of me would understand.

He's a filthy
little cockroach.

Nice!
WILL: I'm home.

I didn't say that.

I thought you had to be
at the bookstore.

JOAN: I'm just leaving.

I had to finish
fighting with Mom.

Thanks.

Hey, hey.
Take some dinner.

Popcorn's not a meal.

KEVIN: Show's over.

I'm gonna go watch a movie.

Do you ever go out
anymore?

I signed up for Netflix.
They just keep comin'.

You and Joan,
that was a fight?

We decided to unite
against a common enemy.

Price accused her
of egging his car

and gave her
community service painting.

JOAN: I didn't do it!

(DOOR CLOSING)

Are we buying that?

Why not?

I'll tell you,
if I'd been there,

I might have lobbed
a few eggs myself.

Rough day?

Hey, who gives
community service
for egging a car?

She's supposed to be
writing a paper this weekend.

She should take
my paint sprayer.

Save time.

I did the whole garage
in a weekend.

And half the lawn.

I was still learning
how to use it.

I think the nozzle's
in here.

Oh! Decent rollers.

They'll just give her
those cheapies.

It's community service, Will,
not This Old House.

Hey, my toolbox!

You said it was lost.

I don't remember that.

Finally, I can fix
that door.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey there, Joanie.

You got a Kleenex?

Sydney Carton
is about to be executed.

It's so unfair.

But he displays
such courage.

How's he gonna die?

God shove eggs
in his hands, too?

(SIGHS)

You suffered an injustice.

It happens every day,
all over the world.

Now you can
let it crush you

or you can rise above it.

Then who knows
what could happen?

Do you remember
reading this?

A Tale of Two Cities?

Ninth grade snorefest.

Come on! The ending!

Carton stands
before the guillotine,

ready to sacrifice
his life to save others,

looks at the crowd
screaming for his blood

(SNIFFLES)

and says,

"'Tis a far,
far better thing I do

"than I have ever done."

Gets to me every time.

I know.

(CLEARING THROAT) So, uh,

what are they gonna do?
Write a book about me
doing community service

or I get my head
lopped off?

Things are already
happening, Joan.

What?

Just accept the sacrifice.

And, uh,

gift-wrap this for me,
would you?

Luke, what are you
doing up?

The roosters
are still asleep.

I was wondering
how it's possible

that the world
is this unfair.

Hmm.

Trust me. It's possible.

They did
a simple equation,

while I dug deep
into the inner reaches

of physics' primary quandary

and pulled out
a--a surprising answer

and what do I get?

Bitch-slapped by life?

And Freidman
eating my rib eye.

Oh, come on.

Look at the bright side.

You got a prize.

Vampire teeth.

One's broken.

Story of my life.

Dad said, uh,
don't forget your rollers.

Oh, Luke. Look, I know

you're going through
a big crisis and everything,

but I was kind of hoping
that maybe

you could totally save my butt
and take my shift
at the bookstore

so I don't lose my job?

Why not?

Menial labor.

Suitable future.

Stocking shelves,

numbing clank
of the cash register,

insincere smiles...

Great. Your shift
starts at 4:00. Don't be late.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(CLEARING THROAT)

Painting stuff.

My dad made me bring it.

I wanted to work
at the slaughterhouse,

but they don't have
community service.

Uh, excuse me.

Do you know why
we're all just
standing around here?

Uh, supervisor's late.

She's always late.

That seems fair.
Make everyone show up at 6:00
just to stand around.

Remember what I said
about injustice, Joan.

I showed up.

That should be
enough for God.

Do the job.

Oh, just paint the walls?

And that's
supposed to somehow,

I don't know,
help the universe?

Why do you think
Zen monks spend 40 years

trimming one bonsai tree?

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
you didn't say anything
about 40 years.

I have a huge paper due.

It's a weekend
of community service, Joan.

Just serve the community.

The rest will happen.

So I should try to help
someone here? Who?

They all look
pretty pathetic.

Just pay attention.
It'll all add up.

(SIGHS)

Look alive, convicts.

All right.
Turn your cards in,

and let's get started.

We finish the entire
first floor by Sunday

or nobody gets any credit.

Denunzio, welcome back.

Hey, Lilly, uh...

Hey, you know what?
Use a drop cloth, all right?

I don't want
a single drop of paint
getting on the floor.

Hi. Remember me?

Oh, yeah, sure.
You're Helen's kid.

Yeah.

So, uh, what did you do?

Well, I--I--I didn't
actually do anything.

Oh! Yo! Eminem!

You, uh, what?

You want to spend
next weekend with me, huh?

Then can it!

And give me
that cigarette.

Oh, come on.
It's my last one.

Hey, you know, she's just
doing you a favor.

I saw these completely
disgusting photos
of lung cancer

in my health class.

It looked like
a vacuum cleaner bag.

(GRUNTS)

So if--if you need
help quitting...

LILLY: Do you got a light?

Oh, I see
what's going on here.

Uh, I think this means

you shouldn't smoke either?

Oh, looking for meaning.

Impressive.

Paint the wall.

(CLANGS)

The stove
do something wrong?

I'm just trying
to de-stress.

Do you want to
talk about it?

Not really.

Yes.

I'm-- I'm thinking about
going back to school,
you know.

Uh, just takin' a break
from teaching.

Where is this
coming from?

They cut my budget.

Apparently, art
isn't a priority.

You should call
the Louvre and tell them.

And Price caught me

showing a piece
of my work to Adam.

You respect Adam's opinion.
That doesn't mean
you're a bad teacher.

Price said that I need
to look inside myself,

and he's right. I mean,

the kids aren't inspired.

I'm not reaching anybody.

I have nothing left
to teach Adam.

He's better than I am.

Come here.

Aw, you know what?

It's, hey... It's okay.

It's okay.

So I'll have
more time to devote
to my own painting.

You know, maybe
it's a good thing.

I'm just baby-sitting
the kids anyway.

No. You're doing
a lot more...

Hey, what are you doing?

I'm trying
to cheer you up.

No. No. With this?

The screwdriver?

No. I--I'm fixing
that squeak.

You know,
all that hinge needed was
a little nudge. See?

(CREAKING)
Oh! Damn it!

Please, Will,

the house can't take
a fix-it weekend.

It was fine
a minute ago.

Oh! The stupid screw
is stripped!

Do you really
have to do this?

Yes! I find it relaxing!

You want to take that
away from me?

Oh, no. Not when
you're so relaxed.

(GRUNTS)

(CREAKING)
Okay.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Uh, you know, it's okay.

It's just a bad hinge.

You know, we're lucky
it happened now

because, uh,

well, you know, who knows
what would have happened?

Yeah, that door would have
worked another 10 years.

(CHUCKLING)
And then what?

Then what, what?

Your father's
dismantling the house.

Oh, cool.
Uh, while you're at it,

I could use an oil change.

Not a problem. Next up.

(CHUCKLES)

What? What'd I say?

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh!

Hey, that was, um...

That was really funny,
what you painted
on the wall before.

(LAUGHING)

I mean, "This sucks."

Because it definitely
sucks, right?

Whatever.

Beats anger management.

So you're angry?

I mean, it makes you
want to act out, right?

What are you, a--a nark?

No. No.

No. Just a concerned member
of the community that...

Hey, just--just
leave me alone.

Okay?

Believe me, I'd love to.

Hey, your, uh,
tape's coming off.

Just so you know,

I'm not like
the other kids here.

I got framed.

So, what?

I'm-- I'm supposed to
feel sorry for you

'cause you gotta do
a little weekend painting?

I mean, what are you
missing out on?

Skulking around a mall?

A trip to Rhode Island
with my boyfriend.

Oh, yeah.
Well, try missing out
on most of your twenties

'cause you spent
them worshipping
an abstract ideal

only to find
yourself at 29

in your crappy basement,

sorry, garden apartment,

watching reruns
of T.J. Hooker

with nothing but
an ashtray for company.

Then you can
come talk to me

about your wounded
sense of justice.

You don't smoke, do you?

I--I won't tell your mom.

No.

So maybe God gave us
these, uh, stupid injustices

so that we could
rise above them.

You know what?

Don't.

Don't-- Don't talk to me
about God.

I spent 10 years
in a convent,

and you threw
some eggs at a Hyundai.

Chevy. '92. I was framed.

Whatever. You want
to know who God is?

He's a control freak
who demands perfection.

Look, I know this is
none of my business,

but you were helping
my mom get confirmed

and now it just seems
like you hate God.

I don't hate him.

I'm pissed at him.
Why?

That's between him and me.

Oh!

Thanks.

Oh. No, thanks.
I don't smoke.

I'm Bonnie.
Joan.

I know.

MAN: Oh, jeez.

Just as I thought.

Alphabetized.

By author. So?

Herpetology
next to robotics,

paleontology
next to ichthyology.

No standards,

no categories, no systems.

I'm filling in for my sister.
That's the only reason
why I'm here.

They should be organized
according to meaning.

You young people today,
all you care about

is Brad Pitt
and Jennifer Aniston
breaking up.

They did?

Yeah.

You should not be
allowed near books.

You know nothing
about science.

Hey! Hey!

You are patronizing
the wrong geek, grandpa.

You want to talk quarks?

Huh? Neutrinos?

String theory?
Bring it on, pops.

Then you should have
the good sense

to arrange these books
properly by content.

Content is what matters.

JOAN: Hey.

It's, uh...

It's me again.

(CHUCKLES)

You're probably at some
freaky party by now,

hopefully missing me
like crazy.

Painting was a real drag.

Um,

I was just thinking of you.

(GASPS)

Adam!

Adam!

Hi, Jane.
Hey, what's going on?

I thought you were
in Rhode Island.

Uh, they--they
had to reschedule
the interview, so...

Well, why didn't you call?

I left you, like,
three messages.

Uh, I...

I don't know.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Adam, what's going on?

Nothing's going on, okay?

I'm sorry I didn't call.

There wasn't a trip
to Rhode Island, was there?

Yes, There... I just said
they postponed it, okay.

Then why didn't you call?

You think I'm lying
just 'cause I--I didn't
report to you?

I wanted a night
for myself, okay?

Okay.

Well, enjoy your night.

What if I said I'd spend
the night with you?

W-Would you have
called me back then?

Look...
Is that how it works?

I changed my plans, okay?

That's all it was.
You're freaking out
over nothing.

You know, if it's such
a drag to call me,

then maybe you should
lighten your load!

That's not
what I meant. Look...

Jane!

Get to work!

Why the long face,
starshine?

I thought you were here
to rise above the injustice.

I don't want to talk
about it. Let's just say
you were right about love.

Here. I brought you
some lung photos

in case you want
to avoid cancer.

Uh, Mr. Rhode Island?

Oh, I actually saw him
walking down the street
last night.

There was no Rhode Island.

(SCOFFS)

Figures.

No offense,

but what do you know
about guys anyway?

I was a nun.
I was married to God.

That is so not
the same thing.

That is exactly
the same thing.

Only worse. He was perfect.

Where am I gonna
find that again?

So why didn't you stay
with him if he was so great?

Because you can't
live with perfection.

You spend your life
trying to live up to it,

feeling inadequate.

Now he's making me pay.
Excuse me.

You know, I just wanted to try
to find something real,

and what do I get?

Nothing but losers
in my church singles group

who think that God
rewards them by giving them
good parking spots.

Ma'am?

I think he needs, um...

Oh! Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Whatever.

So, listen, I go out
with this guy, Stan.

You--You add an "A" to Stan
and you get Satan.

This is how my mind works.

But the date goes okay.

We go back to his place,
he invites me in,

I'm like, sure,
because at this point

I'm thinkin' it's time
for something to happen.

And I don't even care
if it's with Satan.

Gross.

Yeah. So we get in there,

and he's got this ratty couch
with, like, tinfoil
on the TV antenna.

But here's the clincher.

He goes to the john,
I look inside the fridge,

you know, because I'm thinkin'
I need a beer to help me
get me through this,

and, um, what do you think
I find in there? Mmm-hmm.

Body parts?

Mustard.

And a jar of pickles.

And this is a guy
from my church group, okay?

These people are supposed
to be with God.

So if this is what
it's come to,

watching Stargate
with a tinfoil antenna,

then, no, I--I don't know
where God is anymore.

Ever thought maybe
God is all around you,

like in other people
trying to reach out...

Uh, excuse me.
Um, there's no more coffee.

Okay. Do I look like
your secretary?

Listen, God is not in Stan.

(SCOFFING) Trust me.
I went out with him.

So why don't you just
go take out the trash, okay?

Because you got me
all agitated again.

LILLY: Denunzio!

This is you.

Dietrich Steinholz.

(SIGHS)

1975.

If you were talking
about string theory,

you must have been
one of the first.

The idea that our reality

is a tiny fragment
of something larger
is hardly new.

Yeah, but you articulated it.
I mean, you were the one
to build on Einstein.

There were many of us.

But you were the first.
You deserve the credit.

For what?
I didn't invent anything,
just offered a possibility.

I did a whole project
on string theory

for the Arcadia College
Physics Award.

I advanced
the key approximation,

which has
enormous ramifications,
and they totally ignored it.

So? What are we anyway?

Compared to the universe,
we're nothing.

A spec.

A moment of glory,
the Arcadia College Award,
what is that?

They also got dinner
at Don Thornberry's.

Oh.

Their rib eye is amazing.

Sometimes it seems like
there's no justice.

That's $1.99.
Yeah.

Okay. Well...

An algorithm for
the distribution of

mattress coils?

There's an ideal ratio

of the coils
to the mattress surface.

I just haven't
figured it out yet.

Back to work.

What other choice
do we have?

It says any kind
of brake work

should always be done
by a professional.

They're-- They're just in bed
with the mechanics.

I've done this before.

You also said you'd
changed the oil before.

Hey, have a little faith
in the old man, will you?

Uh, hand me
the, uh, socket wrench.

So,

I see you got
a new shipment of movies.

Don't you think
you're watching a little
too much Rob Schneider?

Hot Chick is hilarious.

So you, uh, haven't
talked to Beth again?

That didn't really pan out.

Well, your mom said
you and Lilly...

Dad, I'm not really
looking for anyone right now.

Ah, sure.

Oh! I--I--I see what part
of the problem is.

Your--Your parking brake
won't fully, uh, release.

Seriously?

I thought I felt
something dragging.

Yeah. I'll just
loosen this up,

and you'll be good to go.

All right. Go, Dad.

Why is this in the fridge?

Oh, you know, I had trouble
fitting that into the, um,

uh, thing.

So I thought
the cold air would
help it contract,

and then I could, um...

I'll put it back.

You shouldn't throw
the rollers away.

Bonnie, you scared me.

People say they're disposable,
but they're not.

We can use them again.

Okay.

Here you go.

You didn't see me here.

Oh.

Give me a hand with this,
would you, Joan?

God is collecting
my garbage. That's sweet.

So, uh,
what happens now, huh?

I get my head lopped off?
Because I am
obviously failing.

Think so?

Come on. Lilly?

Everything I say to her
just makes her smoke
even more.

Denunzio thinks
I'm a nark.

Bonnie? I'm afraid
to say anything to her

because she might break
or, you know, kill me
in my sleep.

Stick with it.
You're doing great.

You know,
nothing is happening!

You feel frustrated
and victimized,

yet you're still
talkin' to me.

So somewhere, you know
this isn't pointless.

Some short dude's
lookin' for you.

Hi.
Hey.

What are you doin' here?

I was just on my way
to work and I wanted
to see you.

I hate what's
happening to us.

I know. Me, too.

I wanted to call you
all day, but...

(CLEARING THROAT)
I have to take
the trash out.

Do you want to
give me a hand?
Yeah.

Man, I thought we were
the freaks at school.

I know I should be
mad at you,

but I'm really glad
you came by.

Hey, hey, look.

I'm sorry I didn't call.

I love you, Jane.

I just don't know
what to do anymore.

Nothing. You don't have
to do anything.

We're still the same.

But we're not.
I mean, not really.

I don't want us to break up.

Me, neither.

BONNIE: Joan!

Lilly's looking for you.
It's time to check out.

Okay.

I have to go.

It's okay.

Thanks for coming by.

Sure.

Joan!
Okay!

Hey, look, I'll...

I'll get this, okay?

We'll talk later.
Yeah.

Whoa.

It's wet.

Don't smear it.

It's yours?

It kinda...
It kinda looks like, uh,

that freaky paint job

somebody did
in the boiler room at school.

I made it into a womb

because it's hot in there
and there's all that
engine noise,

like a heartbeat.

Hey, how'd you, uh,

how'd you do that part
down there?

Old rollers.

Old rollers.

Amazing.

(HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING
ON CAR STEREO)

You're getting paint
on the dash.

I just had this thing
detailed.

This thing?

You mooch a ride,
you don't dis the wheels.

Uh, you shouldn't be...

Stow it!

So the, um, skinny kid
that showed up today,

was that, uh,
Rhode Island?

Yeah.

So just like that,
it's all hearts
and bunnies again?

Well, I'm not
really sure.

I'm just, uh, trying
to have some faith
that it will be.

Hmm. Good luck with that.

You don't have faith?

You know what?
Don't go there
with me, all right?

Not after a day
supervising delinquents.

But you're still
talking to God, right?

I mean, if you're mad at him
but you're still
talking to him,

you must have
some kind of faith that
he's really out there, right?

Look, I am glad
that your boyfriend
showed up, okay?

But save the pixie dust
for yourself, all right?

You are not here to save me,
so just put a sock in it

so that we don't... What?
Oh, my God!

What the hell
is your problem?

Are you blind?

How could you not
see me coming?

My brakes didn't work!

Oh! So you decided
to go out for a spin?

Okay. Thanks for the ride.

You should look
where you're going.

Oh, just relax.
You're crippled already.

Nice.

Sorry. Had a great day.

Still giddy.

Just give me your number.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa!

(CHUCKLING)

(STAMMERING)
Did you think
that I did this

just to pick you up?

For insurance?

You lost my number?

After you walked out
on me in the restaurant,

you didn't exactly make it
into my little black book.

So what? Someone
gives you a little grief

and so you just bail?

The bailing was you.

(LAUGHING)

I do not bail.

(LAUGHING)

I--I took you out
for coffee after that.

Yeah. To say that
we shouldn't see each other.

You bail.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, let's just, um,
push your piece of crap
out of the way

and go for Greek food
tomorrow, okay?

Come on. Come on.

I hate Greek food.

Did I ask you
your opinion?

Go on. Put a little
muscle in it!

(LAUGHING)
Shut up.

So I realize that nobody
has ever created a force

anywhere near
10 to the 19th power volts

and nobody ever will,
because if they did,

they would risk creating
an enormous black hole

that would suck up
the entire universe.

Awesome recovery.

Yeah. And, you know,
who cares
what a bunch of idiots

from Arcadia College
think of me?

You read
the anarchy manifesto.

Huh?

No. Steinholz
just made me realize

that it's not about ego.
It's about the work,

the struggle.

That's all
that really matters.

That's what
I said to you.
When?

Dude, Don's steak
was like a whole cow

and the baked potato
was as big as my head!

I got to go!

Dude, it's about
the struggle.

Yeah, okay. I'm struggling.

Voila.

It's a waste of time.

I mean, art teachers
are so lame.

Like you could teach
creativity.

No, no, that's not
Mrs. G. at all.
I'm telling you.

I mean, she knows just how
to say the right thing

for you to see your work
a new way without even
pissing you off.

BONNIE: Anyone who would
teach high school

is just too scared
to do art for real.

No. Uh, just the other day
she asked for my feedback
on her work,

and it was amazing.

She treated me
like an equal.

We were just two artists.

Hey. How's it going?

Hi.

Hey.

I--I was just showing
Bonnie the art room.

HELEN: Hi.

Hey, can I...

Check this out.

She's totally twisted,
in a good way.

She did this awesome mural
behind this dumpster.

Whoa.

Bonnie, your work is
very confrontational.

I don't like to be ignored.

Yeah. No one does.

Especially an artist.

Hey, Mrs. G.,

I--I know
it's halfway through
the semester already,

but I was thinking
maybe Bonnie could
join the class.

Yeah, but, you know,
I don't paint kittens.

You know. Unless they're dead.

Fair enough.

Um, why don't you start
by painting a landscape
for Thursday?

Landscapes aren't my thing.

Well, it doesn't, um,
have to be literal.

You could use it as an outlet
for what's inside of you.

Here.

In, um, 1510,

Hieronymus Bosch
painted a landscape

of hell.

Could be your thing.

Hey, there, Joanie.

I'm still waiting.

I don't know why you had
to put me through all this.

Nothing added up.
Nothing happened.

Things happened.

(LAUGHING)

Where? When?

Why are you doubting me?

Before, when you'd
tell me what to do,

maybe I'd screw up
and stuff,

but by the end
I would see something.

So you think
you had no effect?

Yeah.
Ah.

You remember Emily Dickinson?

Yeah. You can sing
all of her poems
to Yellow Rose of Texas.

♪ Because I could not
stop for Death

♪ He kindly stopped for me ♪

Mmm.

"Faith is the pierless bridge
supporting what we see

"Unto the same we do not

"Too slender for the eye"

I don't think that goes
with Yellow Rose of Texas.

Seeing the results
of your actions
is not important.

Only the actions are.

Like a recluse who wrote poems
she never published.

Yet here they are,
touching people,
100 years later.

Your work
is out there, Joanie.

You just got to have faith.

♪ When the road gets dark

♪ And you can no longer see

♪ Just let my love
throw a spark

♪ And have a little
faith in me

♪ And when the tears you cry

♪ Are all you can believe

♪ Just give these
loving arms a try

♪ And have
a little faith in me

♪ Have a little faith in me

♪ Have a little faith in me

♪ And have
a little faith in me

♪ Have a little faith in me

♪ When your secret heart

♪ Cannot speak so easily

♪ Come here darlin'
From a whisper start

♪ To have
a little faith in me

♪ And when your back's
against the wall

♪ Just turn around
and you will see

♪ I will catch
I will catch your fall baby

♪ Just have
a little faith in me

♪ Have a little faith in me

♪ Have a little faith in me

♪ Have a little faith in me ♪