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(Lights buzzing)

So, uh, this new angel...

-Gloria.
-Gloria.

...has she learned
to tell time yet?

She's not that late, Rafael.

Well, I don't know. It is...

Two pineapples past 11:00.

That is a clock, isn't it?

Monica:
Maybe she's supposed

to be late.

Could be; The lord moves
in mysterious ways.

Tess:
"His wonders to perform."

Don't forget that part.

And just because we don't
always know what he's doing

does not mean that
he doesn't know what he's doing.

This assignment is like
a Jigsaw puzzle,

and we each have a piece.

We just don't know yet
what the whole picture

-is going to look like.
-Mm.

-So, Andrew, you've got Peter?
-Check.

-Rafael, you've got Karen?
-Mm-hmm.

Tess?

I've got Leigh.

And I've got Michael,
and Gloria's got...

Gloria's got
a lot to catch up on.

Where is she?

(Sighs)

I shall wait here for Gloria.

You go ahead.

Andrew:
Okay, see you later.

("The twelve days of Christmas"
instrumental playing)

Merry Christmas.

This is my first one.

Did you know the average chimney
is only two feet in diameter?

So then mathematically,

how could a man that large fit
down an area that small?

And that suit--
what's that about?

Mele kalikimaka.

Feliz navi... dad.

Four calling birds.

♪ Three French hens. ♪

Gloria?

Oh, hi. Merry Christmas.

Thank you.
Listen, before you go in there,

there's one thing
that you need to know.

Great, you're here.

-I am?
-Come on. Yeah.

Time is money. Come on.

Come on.

I was just putting up
the Christmas lights.

(Man chuckles quietly)

Ah, 'tis the season to be jolly.

Okay, you're in time
for the show.

Ready?

Three, two, one.

-(Crackling)
-Gloria: Zero?

Uh, maybe that's why
I found them in the garbage.

(Chuckles) Uh, it happened
in here in the kitchen.

Ah, here it is-- exhibit a.

Sorry, buses
were behind schedule.

-What time is it? -(Sighs):
Time for you to get a car, Dave.

Yeah, when I hit the lottery.

Well, in the meantime,
just bring in those

dirty dishes, please,
and get the grill fired up, huh?

-Who is he?
-Eh, nobody.

Now, this mop
didn't soak up enough water,

leaving the floor wet,
which is why when I walked in

I slipped...
And I broke my left arm.

Right arm.

Oh, uh...

Detail-oriented--
I admire that.

(Dishes clatter)

-Dave?
-Huh?

I got good news and better news.

Yeah?

(Chuckles):
Yeah.

The good news,
I just sold this place.

The better news,

as of tonight,
you're out of a job.

(Chuckles)

That's good news?

Lousy for you; Good for me.

Maybe I should've been
more specific, huh?

I've been here
five years, bubba.

I'll talk
to the new owners for you.

They're opening up a Sushi bar.
You speak Japanese?

Woman:
Hello?

We're not open yet.

I'm Karen Schultz.

We spoke on the phone.

I'm representing you
in your lawsuit.

Uh... then who are you?

I'm Gloria.
Nice to meet you.

You're not my lawyer?

-N-No, but...
-Get out. Out.

Come on, shoo. Out.

Hey, and you--
you and me,

we never met, hmm?

Now shoo.
Come on, get going.

Get out.

(Gloria sighs)

(Chuckles): Okay, um,
so what was that one thing

I really needed to know?

Well, firstly,
the man who shooed you...

Bubba? Yeah, I can see
why he needs an angel.

Yes, he does,
and he'll get one in time,

but bubba
is not your assignment.

Oh?

We each have a little piece

of one great big assignment,

and if we get it right,

the people
whose lives we're touching

will never know that
there were angels here at all.

♪ When you walk ♪

♪ down the road ♪

♪ heavy burden ♪

♪ heavy load ♪

♪ I will rise ♪

♪ and I will walk with you ♪

♪ I'll walk with you ♪

♪ till the sun
don't even shine ♪

♪ walk with you ♪

♪ every time, I tell you ♪

♪ I'll walk with you ♪

♪ walk with you ♪

♪ believe me,
I'll walk with you. ♪

Karen: Okay,
let's go over this paperwork.

-Mr. Mitchell?
-Yeah?

You're claiming a faulty product
caused a slip and fall,

breaking your arm.

Try not to use it so much.

Oh. Yeah.

All right, now, for the record,

I'll assume everything
you tell me is true.

If you tell me
something that's not true,

-i don't want to know.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Look, how much you think
we can make off of this?

Well, I'm asking for $25,000,

but who knows how you'll prove
your arm is actually broken.

For half of $25k, lady,
I'll let you break it.

Yeah, well, off the record,
for half of $25k, I just might.

Tess: Personally,
I'd go for the purple.

That does it-- my Christmas
shopping is officially finished.

(Laughs):
Congratulations, and so early.

Well, my husband
worked out a schedule.

Get all the shopping done
by the first,

wrap them by the fifth,
ship them by the tenth,

Christmas cards
go out on the 15th,

Christmas tree goes up
on the 20th.

Uh, does he have Christmas
scheduled in there anywhere?

Oh, breakfast at 8:00,
presents at 9:00,

Turkey at noon,
football 2:00 to 8:00.

You're kidding?

-(Laughing): Sort of.
-(Laughing)

(Mumbles)

Thank you so much,
Mrs. Alcott-hyphen-rendon.

That's some kind of last name.

Well, I wanted to keep a little
something of my old self.

Mm.

Thank you.

Leigh...

I said meet me out front.

Well, I-I was, but I...
I looked in the window,

and I saw a beautiful scarf
for your mother.

My mother?

How much did you spend?

Ho, ho, ho.

(Sighs): Now we're late.

We're gonna have to skip lunch.

No, no, you don't
have to do that.

Everybody needs lunch

to have the energy to...
Stick to the schedule.

Is there a place to eat nearby?

Oh, a lovely place, just
a little ways down the road.

You can't miss it.
Polynesian.

Lot of atmosphere.

And no waiting.

Thank you.

(Leigh groans)

How much did we buy?

Um, just what was on the list.

Well, we should have edited
the list a little.

Lord, just give me
five minutes with that man.

That's all I need,
five minutes.

Uh, excuse me, I-I really like
this sweater for my sister,

uh, and I was wondering how I
would know if it would fit her.

Well, what size is she?

Sorry, I'm a guy.

(Laughing):
Well, I noticed that.

Well, what you need to do
is to find somebody her size

and have them
try it on for you.

Well, she's, um...

She's... small.

Like her?

Yeah. Yeah, just like her.
Perfect. Thank you.

Good.

Excuse me, um...

This might sound strange,
but I, uh...

-You'd like me to try that on
for you? -Yeah.

-Y-You don't mind?
-No. Not at all.

-Geez, I appreciate that.
-(Laughs)

I worked late last night,

and I'm too tired
to make a decision.

There. What do you think?

I think i'm...
I'm glad I came in here.

(Laughs)
Good.

Right. Thank you.

Thanks. I'll take it.

By the way, my name's...

...Michael.

This is Rafael-- he's
representing the mop company.

This is Mr. Mitchell,
the accident victim.

Alleged accident victim.

Your mop broke my arm.

Look, I know my rights.

I'm entitled to fair
and just compensation.

What my client means
is that the mop in question

was defective,
which caused a slip and fall.

Right arm, huh?

Right arm.

You got the whole arm
this time, huh?

Yeah.

I'm sorry,
what do you mean, "this time"?

Well, I did some checking,
and it turns out

Mr. Mitchell's had quite a run
of bad luck lately. Haven't you?

Three years ago,
this place was called

bubba's bratwurst bungalow,
and you got your finger caught

in a defective sausage maker.

Two years ago, it was
bubba's pizza and pasta company,

and you got your finger caught
in a defective pasta machine,

and last year--
this is my personal favorite--

bubba's egg roll house.

You got really creative.

Got your finger stuck
in a bottle of saki.

Well, it's immaterial,
counselor.

Just because previous suits have
been rejected does not prove

-this suit frivolous.
-(Sighs): No, it doesn't.

Heads up.

Ow?

But that does.

Ow.

(Sighs)

(Train whistle blowing
in distance)

Seymour?

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

(Groans softly)

(Chuckles):
Well, enjoy the Sushi.

Hey, old man,
give me ten dollars.

Haven't got ten dollars.

(Grunting)

Hey, he's got a ring, man--
get that.

No, no.

-Don't make me cut you, man.
-Cut him, man, cut him!

Come on, man--
give me the ring!

Gloria: Hey!

Hey, get away from him!
Stop!

We got the wallet, man--
let's get out of here.

Are you okay?

(Sniffs)

How's that feeling?

Great.

Day keeps getting
better and better.

Well, what a wonderful attitude.

And here I thought you were
having a terrible day.

Lady, that almost
makes me smile.

Almost.

I'm Gloria.

(Sighs)

I'm Dave.

That man was about to cut off
your hand to get that ring.

How could you risk
your life for that?

You!

I know, I know.

Shoo.

I'm glad you're okay.

This car was just serviced.

It's nice.

Must've cost you
a lot of billable hours.

You couldn't meet me
at my office, could you?

You had to drag me out to
this godforsaken neighborhood.

Godforsaken?

Not necessarily.

Nice to meet you.

I'm gonna cut right
to the chase, Dave.

I sold this place for peanuts,

just to get rid of it...

...and I thought I was gonna
come by some money,

get me started somewhere else,

but that never happened, hmm?

Wish I could
help you out, bubba,

but I'm a little
strapped for cash.

I'm unemployed, remember?

I don't need your money, Dave.

I'm offering you a chance
to get in on plan b.

The fire inspectors
told me for years

that this place
is a weenie roast

just waiting to happen.

You know how quick bamboo burns?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about money.

I'm fully insured here.

Now, you help me out with this,

and we'll split it
right down the middle, 60/40.

Nah.

You're talking...
Arson and fraud.

(Laughs)

40%?

-I don't know.
-Hey, Mr. High-and-mighty,

you have no family,
no job,

no prospects.

Standards are nice

but you can't eat them.

Father, what do I do now?

Look, I got to hang
some more lights.

You... you go and get the stuff.

Take the cash and the list.

(Bubba chuckles)

If you're gonna burn
the place down,

why bother with Christmas?

It's gonna look
like a tragic holiday accident.

Ho, ho, ho.

(Cackles)

God, I'm good, hmm?

Man: I still don't know
what the problem is.

Woman: Which, of course,
is the problem.

I'd nearly forgotten

what he looks like.

His face is always buried
in the paper,

obsessed with nasdaq.

The markets are volatile
right now. Yvette knows that.

I also know
that I'd love to start a family.

If you looked at me
the same way you look

at the dow Jones
industrial average,

I'd have a baby by now.

Andrew: Okay, look,
what you're saying is

that I'm sitting in a room

with two
very successful stockbrokers

who want their marriage

to be more than just
one long business meeting.

-Exactly.
-No. Hold on.

We discussed the kids thing.

We agreed to wait, yvette.

And we did wait,
and I'm actually glad we waited.

I just don't want
to wait too long?

When you two got married,

you vowed to love each other,
not just work together.

So here's what I want you to do.
I want you to spend

an hour together
talking about anything but work.

Peter, okay?

I'm not sure what good it'll do,
but we can give it a try.

Okay, good.

Now go get in the car

and go someplace different,
all right?

You said you got married
in Hawaii, right?

Yeah.

Okay, so maybe what you need

is a second honeymoon,
and I know just the place.

Where is that bus?!

(Sighs)

16 blocks away
with an overheated engine.

Just a wild guess. (Chuckles)

Look, I don't have time to talk.

I got to get moving, somehow.

Gloria:
Ooh!

My friend Tess has, uh, a car.

Yeah?

Yes, and...

I believe
she wants me to use it.

Great.

Yeah, so would you like
to wait here,

and I'll come pick you up,
or we could...?

I... do... not... care.

Where is it?

Over there...

Somewhere.

(Elevator bell dings)

(Sighs):
Oh.

I'll wait.

There's plenty of room.
Come on.

Come on.

(Chuckling):
Yeah.

(Grunts, sighs)

("Jingle bells" instrumental
plays)

(Michael whistles)

Hey, hello. Hello!

What's your name?

Monica.

I'm sorry.
What-what... what is it?

Monica.

Michael.

I can't believe
I ran into you again.

My dentist is in this building.

(Laughs)

(Sighs)

(Elevator bell dings)

Michael: Aah. Oh!

-Man: Excuse me.
-(Man clears his throat)

Monica, wait.

(Crowd murmuring)

(Michael grunts)

Woman:
Sorry. I'm late.

-Man: How are you?
-(Man clears his throat)

(Sighs)

Oh, this has got to be
the biggest dump in Phoenix.

Hello, folks.

Welcome to bubba's
polynesian paradise.

Your menus.

Just have a seat anywhere.

How about down the street?

Oh, please, Jimmy.
I'm starving. Please.

(Jimmy sighs)

Karen:
I know it was

just serviced.
The tire's flat,

and I've lost half a day waiting
for the tow truck.

Man (over phone):
Sorry, ma'am.

How are you gonna
make this right?

Oh, did I mention,
I'm an attorney?

Put your manager on.
I'll hold.

Restrooms?

Men's or women's?

(Chuckles)

Hi, folks.

Welcome to bubba's
polynesian paradise.

(Bubba laughs)

-There you go.
-Thanks.

-There's your menu.
-Thank you.

Just have a seat anywhere.

Second honeymoon, huh?

Yeah? You want to go back
to the office? We can go...

No. No. That table
over there is fine.

(Whistle blowing)

(Tires squeaking)

Oh, great.
Today business picks up.

Uh, excuse me.

The woman that just came in
this bar-- where-where is she?

Take your pick.

-(Sighs)
-Jimmy: If I get

ptomaine, I am suing this place,

I'm suing that saleslady,
and I'm suing you.

Michael?

Remember me?

We-we went
to central high together.

Leigh.

Leigh alcott?

Yes.

Leigh alcott-rendon now.

Who is this guy?

Oh, Michael Reilly.
We went to school together.

Oh, yeah?
You ever date?

Oh, no. Leigh was...
Leigh was too smart

to get mixed up
with a guy like me.

Jimmy rendon.

Anybody who's not
such a good friend

of my wife's is a friend
of mine.

Buy me a drink.

Something with an umbrella.

Mm-hmm.

And the company has
paternity leave now,

so the fathers
can take time right af...

What are you looking at?

I'm sorry, baby, I swear,
I know these people.

Leigh.

-Peter lakes.
-Exactly.

We had history together.

Oh, yeah?
What kind of history?

History class.

Fine. Then I'll sue you.

Oh, and don't think
that I won't,

because I can be one nasty...

I'll get back to you.

Karen Schultz.

(Sighs)
Leigh alcott?

Yes!

-Oh!
-(Both laughing)

Jimmy: It's, uh,
Leigh alcott-rendon now.

Anyway, Peter lakes is here.

-Oh, get...
-(Laughter)

And you'll never guess who else.

Michael.

Karen.

Leigh:
This is so strange.

I... isn't it bizarre
that we're all here?

Well, now we know
how the pieces fit.

They all know each other.

Yeah,
but what are they doing here?

And what does Dave the
dishwasher have to do with it?

He's a busboy.

All I know is, Gloria is
supposed to get him here pronto.

I wonder
what's taking her so long?

I don't know.

I gave her the keys
to my car...

I gave her the keys
to my car.

Peter:
You opened

your own law practice, huh?

Helping the downtrodden,
no doubt.

See, Karen was always
sticking up

for the underdog.
St. Karen we called her.

-You remember the time...
-Why don't you go talk to him?

Excuse me? Talk to whom?

The guy that you
keep trying not to stare at.

Michael is it?

Honey, you don't even
know these people.

No, no, no, it's okay.

Um, Michael and I had a thing

a long time ago, yvette.

It's no biggie.

Hey, that Karen's
not bad looking.

For a lawyer.

No, thanks.
Been there, survived that.

Leigh:
Okay, why don't we all

just sit for lunch here?
Why don't we put these

-tables together. -Peter: Oh,
that's Leigh for you.

Voted most likely
to organize lunch.

Oh...

So, miss class president,

which fortune 500 company
did you end up running?

Well, actually,
I am a stay-at-home mom.

Really?

I never would've predicted that.

(Sighs) That's a perfectly
legitimate choice, Peter.

Well, it's not like I gave up
the things I wanted to do.

Jimmy and I had an agreement.

He would get his career going,

you know, and then
I'd have a chance to...

-Peter: Hmm. -It's sort of a
dream deferred kind of thing.

Yeah.

But, hey, as it turns out,

it's a full-time job
just being my wife. Right, babe?

(Chuckles)
Why don't we all just sit?

I-I got a newspaper so you could
look at the classified ads

and-and get a new job.

Oh, great.

Check out and see what they got
for a busboy in his 60s.

The only place that's gonna
hire me is another dive,

just like bubba's.

(Sighs)

So, folks, how is everything?

-(Others grumble)
-Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

So you all took
history together?

Survived history
is more like it. (Chuckles)

Mr. Price was tough, man.

Seniors are supposed
to be able to slack off.

-I guess price never got
the memo. -(Peter chuckles)

He gave so much homework,
I didn't have one date all year.

None of US had a life that year.

And neither does he anymore.
I heard he died.

Yeah, heart attack, right?

No. Someone told me
car accident.

I heard suicide.

Peter:
Suicide?

Well, he was intense.

You remember his favorite line?

-Huh, who could forget it?
-What was it?

If you didn't know the answer
to something,

you weren't allowed
to say "I don't know."

-Why not? -Because Mr. Price
said the answer was always there

if you just bothered
to look for it.

Well, how were you supposed
to answer it?

You had to say...

Peter/karen/michael/leigh:
"I do not care." (Laughing)

Peter:
You got it.

(Sighs)

(Sighs)

You know, you don't
have to do this.

Do what?

What you're thinking of doing
with all these things.

It's just supplies.

Supplies for what?

I thought the restaurant
was closing after tonight.

What is your point?

Well, I know you think you need
to be back at the restaurant,

and a few minutes ago
I thought you were supposed

to be back there, but what if
you're really supposed to not?

Okay, my point is

that if tonight is the last
night anyway, why go back?

You don't even like that job.

Why taunt yourself
with the past?

Or jeopardize your future?

Why not just move on?

Don't look back. Come on.
I'll take you anywhere

you want to go.
What do you say?

Anywhere?

Anywhere.

I want to go back to bubba's.

(Sighs)

You're a nice girl.
Don't think so much.

(Starts engine)

Ticktock, Leigh.
Ticktock, all right?

Oh, Jimmy, let's not leave yet.
This is as close

as I've gotten
to one of my class reunions.

Michael: You know, I've never
been to one either.

There are some people
you just don't want to run into.

Hmm. I can relate.

I'm having fun with my friends.

"Friends"? You hardly know
these people anymore.

What do you mean "friends"?

Well, I feel like I know 'em
a little bit better

than I know you right now.

Don't talk to me like that.

Don't talk to her that way.

You know, Leigh was
the valedictorian of our class.

She should be the one out doing
great things with her life.

When's it her turn?

Or-or was it ever
gonna be her turn?

No, no, no. You know, it's okay.

This is their business, Michael.

Surprise, surprise.
Look who's not backing me up.

Oh, after all these years,
everything is still about you.

Peter:
Uh-oh, here we go. Stand clear.

-I agree with Michael.
-Is that standing clear?

I have my own mind. You do not
tell me what I can and can't do.

-I am not Leigh. -Leigh:
Excuse me? -Jimmy: You cannot

-speak to my wife that way.
-Leigh: Excuse me?

Who asked you?

-(Leigh and Jimmy arguing)
-Peter: Excuse me.

(Peter, yvette, Jimmy,
Leigh arguing)

(Overlapping arguing)

Leigh:
Excuse me! Excuse me, miss!

(Sighs)

I blew it. I couldn't stop him.

Little angel,

you're going to have to stop
trying to figure out

what god wants you to do
and start listening instead.

There's a reason
why Dave had to be gone,

and there's a reason
why he had to be back.

And now you're about to find out
what those reasons are.

D-Do you have my keys?

(Keys jingle)

Whew.

(Overlapping arguing)

-Did you get everything?
-Yeah.

You know something?

I'm gonna kind of
miss this joint.

Be like setting fire
to an old friend. (Chuckles)

Sentimentality is for losers.

The more you let things matter
to you, the more you get hurt.

I don't get emotionally involved
with anything, nothing,

and if I get close,
I just keep repeating to myself

over and over again,

"I... do... not... care."

Did you hear that?

It can't be.

It's impossible.

Mr. Price?

It is you, isn't it?

You taught US history at
central high in paradise valley.

No, uh...
You got the wrong guy, lady.

Jimmy:
That's your big bad Mr. Price?

The busboy?

I-I'm not your man.

Wow, I could've sworn...

Me, too.

Man, nobody ever said
"I do not care"

like Mr. Price.

Fasten your seat belts.

Bubba:
What's wrong with you?

You look like you just
saw a ghost.

Give me a minute.

(Sighs)

(Train horn blowing
in distance)

Oh. I wish I'd listened to you.

-I wish I'd never come back
here. -What's the matter?

There's a bunch of people
in there I-I used to know

a long time ago, and... I don't
want 'em to see me like this.

Well, who are they?

Students of mine.

I used to teach 'em history.

That doesn't matter anymore.
Nothing matters anymore.

Well, you were willing
to lose your hand

rather than give up that ring.

What are you saying?

You think I-I just want
to hang onto the past?

Well, Dave,
your past is sitting inside.

I don't know why, but I do know
it's not a coincidence.

Then what is it?

An opportunity.

You can run away from them,

but you can't run away
from yourself.

Why do they all have
to show up today?

-Why today of all days?
-Because

today of all days,
you were about to make

a terrible decision,

and somebody knew
you needed a friend.

Or four.

What are you saying,
somebody up there likes me?

Oh, more than that.

Five dollars. I'm throwing
in five dollars more.

(Indistinct chatter)

Dave:
I am Dave price.

Shh!

I was a teacher for 30 years.

You know, you become a teacher
because y-you think

you can help people, you think
you can make a difference.

(Sighs)

It was always the same.

Some-some kid in the back

falling asleep on his desk,
some-some kid

in the front sucking up
for good grades.

Every year the same-same
students, different names.

They all had one thing
in common:

They all hated me.

We did not hate you.

Maybe you just...
Did... not... care.

Mr. Price, we heard you died.

(Chuckles)
Well, in a way I did.

What happened, Mr. Price?

(Sighs)

About five years ago
I had a student named Kevin.

Football player. I-I figured him

for a dumb jock
in the long line of dumb jocks.

Not Kevin.

No, he really got it.

Asked a lot of questions--
the smart ones always do--

and he hung on every word I said
like they really mattered,

'cause they did matter to him.

He really got it.

And he couldn't wait
to-to take it out into the world

and put it to use.

He asked me to write his college
recommendation letter.

I got him his first choice,
Ivy league.

You know what I wrote
in that letter?

One sentence.
That was it-- one sentence.

I wrote, "Kevin...

Is the reason I'm a teacher."

When he graduated,

I was as proud as if...
As if he were my own kid.

(Chuckles)

(Sighs)

Where's Kevin now?

Driving to college cross-country
he was killed by a drunk driver.

This is his high school ring.

His parents gave it to me.

They said he'd want me
to have it.

I-I kept on teaching, but...

It wasn't the same.

(Chuckles):
I-I mean, it was the same.

Same kid in the back
falling asleep on his desk,

same kid in the front
sucking up for good grades.

(Heavy sigh)

My failures
were still failures...

And my successes
were failures, too.

After a while, you...

I mean, why start a year when
you know how it's gonna end?

(Chuckles):
So here I am...

Where I really
make a difference.

Jimmy: Well,
sounds like a bad time.

Maybe we should just
call it a day, huh?

(Quietly):
Peter...

Do you remember
your first job interview?

I remember
my first job interview.

I was scared stiff,
but when I walked in to meet

the personnel director,
all I could think about

was something
you taught US, Mr. Price.

There are two kinds of people--

the ones who read about history,
and the ones

-who make it. Yes.
-And the ones who make it.

All of a sudden I was fine.

I got the job, and I've
been working ever since.

Peter...

Peter lakes.

(Laughter)

Peter lakes, yeah.

You... you were always driven.

-That's my baby.
-And if I remember correctly,

you always sat in front.

Yeah, always had
to have your hand up first

to answer a question.

Seemed more important
to be first than to be right.

(Laughs)

Still driven, Peter?

Still... working that hard?

Yeah.

But maybe it's time for me
to rethink my strategy.

(Quietly):
Don't be afraid.

Say what you want to say.

Mr. Price.

You were my favorite teacher
of all time.

You were tough,

but...

I really felt like
I could be myself in your class.

I hope my kids have
a teacher like you someday.

Oh...

I was Leigh alcott then.

Uh, Leigh alcott-rendon now.

Oh, yeah.

(Chuckles):
You were the noisy one.

Never afraid to stand up
for what you believed in.

Your conclusions
were all over the map,

but you stood up
for what you believed in.

(Laughs)

That's important.

But somewhere along the line
I think I forgot that.

(Quietly):
Tell him what he did for you.

Karen Schultz, Mr. Price.

I went into law because of you.

I always heard your voice
talking about what was right

and what was wrong,
and it inspired me

to want to make the world
a better place.

Well, congratulations.

What sort of law
do you practice?

Well, I started out
in legal aid,

but I'm a personal injury
attorney now.

This gives you
a great deal of satisfaction?

No.

No, not really.

And you are?

I-I'm Michael Reilly.

(Chuckles):
Michael Reilly. Right.

You used to sit in the back

of the room with your chair
leaning up against the wall,

lost in your own little world,
and you wanted no part of ours.

Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.

(Quietly): But all that changed
one day, didn't it?

But all that changed one day.

It was about ten years
after I'd taken your class.

I'd just, uh...

Been... dumped by my fiancée
a week before the wedding.

It was two weeks.

Because I was selfish and unable
to care for anybody but myself.

And then it hit me,
something that you...

...you had said.

How you used to call history

"his and her story."

That we were all in it together.

The poem.
Tell him about the poem.

The poem, man, the poem.

I memorized the poem...

And spaced it on the test.

But ten years later
it came back to me.

John donne.

"Devotions upon
emergent occasions,

meditation 17."

"No man is an island,
entire of itself.

"Every man is
a piece of the continent,

"a piece of the main...

"And if a clod
be washed away by the sea,

"Europe is the less.

"Any man's death diminishes me,

"for I am involved in mankind

and, therefore, never send to
know for whom the bell tolls..."

"It tolls for thee."

And that was the day
that I decided

to become a member of the world.

I'm a paramedic.

You're a paramedic?

I saved somebody's life
last night.

And that man will have a future,
his wife will have a husband,

and his kids'll have a daddy.

But not just because of me.

Because of you, too, Mr. Price.

Thank you.

You'll all excuse me, please.

You really did
make a difference.

Yeah.

And I still can.

I'm not an arsonist.

I'm a teacher.

(Chuckles):
And you know something, bubba?

You may be a lot of things,

but I don't think
you're an arsonist, either.

Hey, I need help in here!

Tess:
Yes, you do, because you've got

more broken than
a phony arm, bubba Mitchell.

But don't worry about it 'cause
I'm here to help you fix it.

Peter: So, dinner Friday night
work for everybody?

Anywhere but here.

-(Laughter) -Jimmy: Sorry,
Friday night's my poker night.

Leigh's got babysitting duty.

Leigh: No, actually,
Leigh's gonna go out

that night, and you're
gonna be at home with the kids.

-You want me to babysit?
-No, you're their father.

When you do it,
it's called parenting. (Groans)

I like the sound of that.

Michael, I am so sorry.

I just panicked.

And I sometimes...
I feel it's the biggest mistake

I ever made in my life.

You think about it, too, huh?

Mm.

You want to get a cup of coffee?

Yeah.

Listen, uh...

(Laughs):
I got to say this.

Maybe it's just me, but...

Does anyone else here
have the feeling

that what happened
here today was...

More than mere coincidence?

(Sighs)

Monica (echoing softly): The
lord moves in mysterious ways,

his wonders to perform,

and he has performed
something wonderful here today.

He has blessed you with gifts

that some may call coincidence,
some simply take for granted--

the smiles of old friends,

the warm embrace of love,
the healing power of truth.

Angels have passed
this way today,

and though you cannot see US,

your hearts know
that we were here,

and it is to your hearts
that we speak

and say...

God loves you
so very, very much.

Did you say something?

(Laughs):
No.

Well... it was really great
to see you guys.

♪ ♪

(Cooing)