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- ♪ My words are lazy ♪

♪ My thoughts are hazy ♪

♪ But this is one
thing I'm sure of ♪

♪ Everybody needs
a best friend ♪

♪ I'm happy I'm yours ♪

- Oh, baby. Here we go.

- Let the festivities begin.

- How many have we got?
- Well, let's see.

We got 20 cartons,
12 eggs in each.

That's got to be like,
20 dozen eggs, right?

- Fucking fantastic.

- Do you think we're
getting too old for this?

- Oh, come on, Johnny, we're
doing a public service here.

If a kid leaves the house in
a less than stellar Halloween

costume, he's got
to get the bad news

before he makes a fool
of himself all over town.

We're Samaritans.

You remember last year?

- Oh, check it
out. There's one.

- Hey, nice costume, fuckface!

- Ah! What the hell?

- Hey, what the fuck
are you supposed to be?

- I'm the Hulk.
- Yeah, no, you're not.

- Yes, I am!

- The Hulk doesn't
have a fucking picture

of the Hulk on his chest.

- Yeah, the Hulk's shirt
doesn't say "The Hulk" on it.

- Yeah, if you got to
tell us you're the Hulk,

it's already a failed narrative.

- Fuck you.

- Ah! You assholes!

Hulk angry.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Yeah, whatever, dude.

- Hulk smash!

- Yeah, go back to
Walgreens and smash there.

- Hey, you ever notice how the
Hulk only talks about himself

in the third person?

- I know. He's like Bob Dole.

- Shit!

- All right, how
much time we got?

- Uh, a couple hours.

- What do you want to do?

- Scary movie?
- Scary movie.

- Wait, what the hell?

Where's "Texas
Chainsaw Massacre"?

Hey, hey, Blaire.

- Yeah.

- I thought you were going
to rent scary movies.

- I did.

- Walt Disney's "Watcher in
the Woods," what the fuck?

- Chainsaws are
lazy and obvious.

This is cerebral.

And it's a really scary movie.

Walt Disney?

- Early '80s Disney,
the dark period.

- Oh, what dark period?
It's fucking Disney.

- You'll be scared.

- Oh, come on, I saw
"Aladdin," and I was fine.

I wasn't sitting there
like, oh, no, fucking Jafar.

- You know, we're not
kids anymore, Blaire.

- Yeah.

- I haven't cried
last four haircuts.

- Yeah.
- I'm using deodorant now.

- Yeah, deodorant.

- Fine, I dare you to watch it.

See if it doesn't mess you up.

- Fine, sure.
- No problem.

Oh, no.
- No, no, no.

No, no, no.
- No, no, I don't like this.

- This is not good.
- No.

Nope.

Both: Nope, nope, nope,
nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.

- Don't like this.

- Come on.
- Oh, stop.

- Come on.
- Stop it.

- Come on.
- Oh, stop it!

- Come on.
- Stop it!

- Goddammit!
- Come on!

- What the fuck?
- Come on!

- Fuck, you're a
piece of shit, Blaire.

Oh, my God.

- Fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuck.

- Get it off.
- Turn it off.

Turn it the fuck off.
- Oh, my God.

- Oh.

- I'm never looking
in a mirror again.

- Me neither, fucking God!

- I'm never going
to be able to shave.

- Yeah. Thanks, Blaire.

Now he's going to have
to grow a mustache.

- Oh, that's going to
limit my career choices.

- Yeah, he's going to have
to be a cop or a fireman.

- Oh, those are dangerous jobs.
- Yeah.

What if he gets killed?

God, Blaire, you're
such a fucker.

- Well, next time, don't
be so smug with all

your cocky deodorant talk.

Hello?

- Man, mirrors in horror movies
are like a huge red flag.

- Oh, hey, Sharon. What's up?

- Mirrors and small children

pointing at things
that you can't see.

- Oh, shit. Yeah,
that's a bad one.

- God, are you sure?

- Oh, and when the
Black guy says,

oh, I'll go check out what
the noise is in the basement.

That's always trouble.

- Well, thank you
for telling me.

- Yeah, why does the
Black guy always die?

- No, it's fine.
I'll figure it out.

- Yeah, isn't that
kind of racist?

- Seems like it.

- They should have only
white people in those movies.

- Oh, yeah, so then the
Black guys won't get killed.

- Yeah, I'll talk to you later.

- Blaire, we just came
up with a great way

to make movies less racist.

- Sharon is
conscientiously objecting

to this costume party tonight,
so I need a designated driver.

Can you do it?
- Me?

No, not tonight.

- Yeah, me and Ted
got massive plans.

- Well, I can't drive myself.

I'll be full of Jell-O shots.

- So you have a few
drinks, big deal.

You know what nobody ever
talks about with drunk driving?

How fun it is.

- John doesn't have
his license yet.

And you...
- It's like a video game.

- You owe me.
- For what?

- I took the heat
went Aunt Suze found

the porno you guys rented.

- What do I care?
She's not my mom.

My mom's an 11-year-old kid
in China with arthritis.

- How do you know that?

- Because she sewed a
note in my leg that says

she's never had a vegetable.

- Come on, Ted. Please,
you got to drive me.

- It's not a good night, Blaire.

We got plans.
- Yeah.

Now, I'm going to go
shower and fluff myself,

so I can be in a
confident head space

to shame trick-or-treaters.

The cuter I look,
the worse they feel.

[vocalizing] ♪ Macarena ♪

[vocalizing] ♪ Macarena ♪

[vocalizing] ♪ Macarena ♪

♪ Hey, Macarena ♪

Ah, where's the
goddamn conditioner?

- Help me.

- Ah!

- Be my designated driver.

- Jesus Christ,
Blaire, what the fuck!

- Well?

- What the fuck
is wrong with you?

I'm naked.
- You're always naked.

- Yeah, but I'm bathroom naked.

I'm washing my bear parts.

Get lost.

- Help me.
- Ah, Jesus Christ!

- Drive me to the party.

- I said no. Stop
fucking scaring me.

God!

- You can end this
very easily, you know.

- I will not be blackmailed.

- There's nothing like the
scent of the hills of Kilkenny

to make you feel fresh.

And we put a bit of
that into every bar

of Irish Spring.

- This whole ad
campaign is a bluff.

- What do you mean?

- It's like, you
know who smells good?

The Irish.

Yeah, a guy named Seamus
Boyle smells great.

- Is it warm in here?

- Yeah, it is kind of warm.

- Yeah, it feels like
somebody turned up the heat.

I'm going to check
the thermostat.

- No, wait.
- What?

- It's her.

It's fucking Blaire.

You open that door, she's
going to be right there

with that fucking blindfold.

Here, I'll open a window.

- Help me.

- Ah!

All right, goddammit!

- Forbidden donut.

- Well, well,
finishing something?

- Now, remember, the
instant you finish it...

- Oh, my God!

You two look so adorable.

- Thank you.

- All right, let me
guess who you are.

Blaire, you're Batman.

- Close, Catwoman.

- OK.

And, Ted, you're
Lawrence of Arabia.

- Yeah, that's exactly right.

All right, now
don't worry, Johnny.

I'll be back by
9:00. Right, Blaire?

That was the deal.
- Yeah, sure, whatever.

- We're going to
miss the first round.

- Yeah, but that's
just the little kids.

We'll have plenty of time
to shame the puberty crowd.

- Yeah, I guess.

- OK, well, we got to go.

- All right, you two.

You have a fun time now.

Oh, Johnny, don't look so sad.

I have a fun surprise for you.

- What is it?

- I've hidden a Heath bar
somewhere in this house.

- Can I get a hint?

- Oh, I can't do this to you.

It's in the hamper.

I'll go get it.

- Blaire!

Oh, my God.
- You look so good.

- You look so good.

- Oh, you guys look amazing.

- You look amazing.
- Stunning.

- This is Ted.

Ted, you know Sarah.

And this is Paige.
- Hey.

- Hey, Ted. How's it going?

- Hey, how are you?

- What's your costume?

- Are you a caveman?

- You ever see
"Return of the Jedi"?

It was kind of a small
independent film,

mostly Israeli financed.

- Yeah, I don't date men, so
I don't need to learn this.

- Well, come on, we need
to get you guys wasted.

- Yes, yes for me, but Ted
here is my designated driver.

- Yeah, I'm the guy
that gets to listen

to the Spin Doctors sober.

- That sucks. Come on.

- Hey.

Want a drink?

- I can't, I'm driving.

- Oh, too bad.

I always wanted to do a
shot with a teddy bear.

- Fuck it, I'm not driving yet.

- I always wanted to smoke
weed with a teddy bear.

- Sign me up.

- I always wanted to snort my
ADHD meds with a teddy bear.

- If that's a cry for help,
you got the wrong guy.

Yeah!

- All righty, kids.

You take care now,
and happy Halloween.

- Say thank you, kids.

- Thank you.

- Oh, you're welcome.

And be careful of the
razor blades, all right?

They're everywhere.

Matty.

- Get the bacitracin.

- The bacitra... why?

- An ostrich bit me.

- A what?
- A goddamn ostrich!

I was installing a fence
for a guy over in Boxford.

And he keeps ostriches,
doesn't want them getting

past the property line.

And one of them bit
me on the fucking ass!

- Wow, I've never seen an
ostrich in person before.

Your job is so interesting.

- Susan, will you
help me out here?

- I'll get the bacitracin.

- Yeah, and maybe
we call a moratorium

on you sticking Fig Newtons
in my pocket wrapped

in a little goddamn note!

Hey, Mom, do we have
any more chip...

- Take a long look, Johnny.

This is what life is.

- Cheers, fucksticks.
- Whoo!

- Ah.

Hey, you guys want to
see something terrifying?

Watch this.

Everybody wave your arms!

Everybody jump in the air!

Let's invade Poland!

See that? That's the
Milgram experiment.

That's how it
starts, with dancing.

The dad from
"Footloose" was right.

Oh, shit!

It's 8:30.

Blaire, Blaire, it's 8:30.

We got to go.

- God, I never noticed how
beautiful your hair is.

Does it just naturally
dry like that?

- Shut the fuck up.

Your hair's the beautiful hair.

- Wait a minute, are...

are you drunk?

- I'm just a little...
it's sort of.

It's fine.
- You're fucking drunk!

- Well, so are you.

- Yeah, well, that was the plan.

Sorry.

How the hell are we
supposed to get home?

You're completely fucked up.

- It's a straight shot.

You take the Neponset Circle,
to 93 South, to 90 West,

to 495 North, and you
just do that U-turn

at the light in front
of the police station,

and you're home.

- Yeah, no, I'm not
getting in a car with you.

- Look, what's done is done.

But we both promised
Johnny we'd get me back

in time for egging, all right?

I'm fine to drive.

- You're not driving
my car drunk, OK?

It's... it's my car.

I should be the drunk driver.

- All right, fair enough.

I'll help by screaming
out things I see.

- Hey, Blaire.

- Professor Damon, hi.

- Who's this now?
- How are you?

- Good, good.

Feeling sharp.

- Feeling sharp?

- Shut the fuck up.

- I love the Batman costume.

- Oh, thanks.

- And who's Lawrence
of Arabia here?

- Ted, talking teddy bear, hi.

- Oh, Ted. Yes, of course.

I remember your story very well.

- Yeah. Well, it's
nice meeting you.

Come on. Let's go, Blaire.

- You in a rush?

Why don't you come up to
the house for a minute?

There's something I'd
like to talk to you about.

I just went to the store.

I could whip us up a
little caprese salad.

- Yeah, yeah, sure.

I love salad.

- Whoa, whoa. Wait
a minute, hang on.

- Oh, you're invited too, Ted.

See you in a few?

- Awesome, yeah.

See you in a few.
- OK.

- You buttnut!

I promised Johnny
I'd be home by 9:00.

- You clearly don't
know who that is.

- Yeah, a guy in his 50s
riding a moped, fucking winner.

- That is Lucas Damon,
my English lit professor.

The Lucas Damon who
also happens to be

a "New York Times"
best-selling novelist.

- Yeah, was the novel about a
guy who couldn't afford a car?

Was the guy...

no, he's looking for
a student research

assistant for his next book.

Literally everybody
wants this job.

- "I love salad."

See, I knew you were
lying. Nobody loves salad.

- I do. I really love salad.

- Not one person on
this planet loves salad.

- I do.
- You're on death row.

Your last meal, you can
have a steak or a salad.

- I'm going to choose a salad.
- Fuck you!

You're getting a steak.

After what you did
to that family...

the baby's ear was
on the ceiling!

I've been doing
this job 20 years.

I never seen
anything so horrible.

- What?
- Oh, Christ, I'm fucked up.

Yeah, it's good you're driving.
- Eh.

- My latest work is a
piece of historical fiction

that examines race and class
in 19th century New England.

- Wow, that sounds incredible.

Hey, great salad, by the way.

I love that there
are no croutons.

- It explores the balance
between sociopolitical change

and personal
relationships as seen

through the eyes of
a labor organizer

in Martha's Vineyard.

There's a plot twist
that will shock you.

- Hey, can I maybe have a
different can of Schweppes

that's not 85 degrees?

- You know, John Irving
always starts a novel

with the last sentence.

I like to start with
the second to last.

Would you like to hear it?

- Absolutely.

The horizon wept

as Clara's undraped mortal frame

joined the coiled multitudes,

elation, revolution,

a taste of bitter blood.

- It's brilliant.

It evokes the best
of James Joyce

without feeling derivative
or overly aureate.

- Hey, how'd you
get inside my head?

I'll freshen our drinks.

Ted, I'm sure Blaire has warned
you, I'm the fun professor.

- OK.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Are you shitting me?
- What?

- What do you mean, what?

We're sitting here wasting time

because this fucking horndog
just wants to bang you.

- Excuse me.

Where the hell are
you getting that?

- Oh, my God, Blaire,
it's so obvious.

He invites you to his
place, he gets you drunk...

- OK, I'm not drunk.

- What are you talking about?

"I love that there
are no croutons."

- Yeah, it's called
being polite.

- When did you become...
- You should fucking try it.

- anti crouton just
for this buttnut?

- I'm trying to make
fucking conversation.

- And by the way,
I'm guessing this is

the first time he's seen
you dressed like this,

as opposed to your
usual fashion,

which is basically Melissa
Ethridge at a flea market.

- I know when I'm
being hit on, OK?

I have seven uncles.
- You know what else?

I'm just going to say
it, that salad tastes

like Dustin Hoffman's balls.

- Here we go, more wine.

Or should we be naughty
and start on the cognac?

- Yeah. Listen, we got to go.

I got to take medicine
for my diabetes.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.
You have diabetes?

- Oh, yeah, real bad.

- Oh. Type 1 or 2?

- Well, it started
with just one diabete.

And then, you know,
left unchecked...

- I completely understand.

Diabetes killed my mother
and my older sister.

- Great, thanks for having
us. Come on, Blaire.

Let's get the fuck
out of here, huh?

- Pleasure.

As Borges said,

"With every
goodbye, you learn."

- As Steinbeck said,

"Farewell has a sweet
sound of reluctance.

Goodbye is short and final."

- As Hemingway said, "I wonder
what this gun tastes like."

All right, come
on. Let's go, huh?

- Oh, Johnny, you
still look so sad.

It's after 9:00.

Ted promised to be back by now.

- Oh, I'm sorry, honey.

Well, if you want,
you can help me clean

your father's ostrich bite.

- Seriously?

That's... that's your
best offer, Dad's ass?

- Oh.

Well, what if you
invited a friend over?

- In case you haven't
noticed, Ted's my only friend.

- That lovely new woman
from church, Carol,

said she has a son.

I think he's about your age.

- I don't care.

- He's probably growing
into his body just like you.

Should I invite him over?

- What the fuck? No.

- I think I'll call Carol.

- Why?

- Susan, the gauze came off.

It's leaking again.

Susan.

Johnny, meet me in the bathroom
with a T-shirt you don't wear.

Nothing with a decal!

- Oh, my God. Can you
fucking watch the road?

That was a red light.
- I see it.

I just... I choose not
to let it define me.

- Pull over. I'm
going to drive.

- Fuck that.

You're the one who
was chugging wine

with that professor
of cliterature.

You know, like... like
literature, but like...

- Yeah, no.
- With like, a clitoris.

- I know what you mean.
- All right.

Just checking,
God. Jesus Christ.

- Yeah, and you're a
fucking moron, by the way.

You know that?
- I'm a moron?

Why am I a moron?

- That man is a
brilliant writer.

And what are you?

A deadbeat teddy bear
with a drug problem.

- Hey, at least I
have a drug problem.

Wait, what? Sorry.

Fuck. I'm really
fucked up, man.

- Great, well, you
know, maybe then you can

acknowledge the fact
that you have no idea

what you're talking about.

- Look, will you just
shut up and drive?

- You're driving!

Oh, fuck!

- OK, that was a red light.

- Hey, honey, I'm home.

- Ow!

I told you to get
the salted crackers.

- Johnny, come on downstairs!

Oh!

- John, this is Will, the
boy I was telling you about.

- Yo, yo, yo.

- Will's also looking for
something to do on Halloween.

- Oh.
- John needs a friend tonight.

He's upset because his
teddy bear's not here.

- That's cool, man.

Wow, this place
is like a mansion.

- I'm going to go make you
boys some spooky cookies.

- Oh.
- Boo.

I'll take
a lamb chop, though.

If you got one,
just get it going.

I'll take it.

It's... so what do you wanna do?

- How old are you?

- 38.

I live with my mom by choice.

- Uh-huh.
- A little bit about myself.

I work in quality
control at General Mills.

I inspect every batch
of breakfast cereal.

I'm the last line of
defense between your mouth

and rat feces.

- I... I hope you're
good at your job.

- I'm not. Stop eating cereal.

What else is there?

I own every Steely Dan album.

I'm an expert dungeon master.

I dabble in animal husbandry.

I guess what I'm
trying to say, Johnny,

is you can have it all.

You want a Zima?

- A Zi... no, I'm good.

- You want to look at some porn?

- You got porn?

- Fuck yeah, I got porn.

Here, check this out.

- These are drawings.

- Yeah.

- This is... this is
porn that you drew.

- Yeah, my mom won't let
me look at the real stuff

because of the
cigarette ads, so...

- Why... why are they all...
- Oh, I can't do hands.

- Oh.
- So...

You know what the
weirdest part is, man?

Now when a girl has
hands, I hate it.

- Is that Winona
Ryder fucking Lion-O?

- That is Winona
Ryder fuck... yeah.

I gave her a ton of bush.

I doubt she has that
much bush in real life,

but that's the
beauty of art, right?

It can be anything
we imagine it to be.

- His dick is a sword.

- You'll never guess
what his sword is.

- Is it a dick?
- A dick.

- Yeah.
- It's a dick.

This one gets me so good.

Do you ever look at
one that gets you good?

- Not a drawing, but not...

not before this.

- Then you're not
doing it right.

- Oh.
- Give them back.

- Oh, I can't fucking
believe you just did that!

I'm not even halfway done
with payments on this car.

- Jesus, you paid for this car?

- Oh, shut up.
It's a great car.

- Oh, my God, Blaire,
there's a kid in the grill!

- What?
- I'm just kidding.

Look at your face.

- Motherfucker!

- Yeah, but see, now real
life ain't so bad, right?

- No, no, we gotta
get this thing

towed before the cops show up.

- Oh, because we've
been drinking.

- Yes, Isaac Newton, because
we've been fucking drinking.

- Well, wait a
minute, why don't we

just tell the cops
that we started

drinking after we crashed?

Right, we were so
pissed about the crash,

that we had nine beers.

- You know, that's
actually a great idea.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I think you just
solved drunk driving.

- I did, didn't I?
- No, you dipshit.

We gotta go find a phone.

- Well, what'd they say?

- Uh, they said phone
is for employees only.

Also, get the fuck out of
the kitchen, you drunk.

- Shit.
- Yeah.

Here, I stole you an apple pie.

- Oh, thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

- Well, you know,
I don't know why

I always think you're
not white trash

like the rest of the family.

- Fuck you.

- Because you are.

- OK, just eat it.

- Careful, McDonald's apple
pies are always a little hot.

- Oh, Jesus Christ!
- Ah, God!

- Why the fuck do they do that?
- Ah, God!

I don't know.

It's probably cooled
off by now, though.

Oh, goddammit!

Oh!

This fucking goddamn night.

- Maybe we can call a cab.

- I don't have any cash, and
you don't have any pockets.

We've got to find a
payphone and call home.

- Hello?

- Will you accept a
collect call from this...

- No.

- Shit.

Oh.

All right, just let
me think for a second.

OK, look, we're not
too far from campus.

Why don't we just walk
back and use Damon's phone?

- That pervert?

- What?
- Fuck no.

- Why not? I mean...

- Because he's probably
back there right now

boiling the cushion you
sat on to make soup stock.

- Well, you want to get
home in time or not?

- Blaire, I know you
don't see it, OK,

but I don't trust that guy.

- Oh, my God.
- I don't trust him.

I think he's got one thing
on his mind, filthy doings.

- OK, look, I get your
concern for me, or whatever,

but I'm an adult, OK?

I can take care of myself.

- Blaire, have you ever
seen an old man penis?

It's like a melted pint
of coffee ice cream.

There's a sadness to
it, almost like it

remembers how it used to look.

I mean, it looks like...
like it's trying to hide,

but it's too tired.

No, no. You know
what it looks like?

It looks like Bert
Lahr when he took

off the Cowardly Lion suit but
he still had the makeup on.

It's... oh, shit.

What was the last one you heard?

- Let's put on our costumes
that we made last night.

OK.

- You like movies?

- Yeah.

- I got a VHS of rodeo
deaths we could watch.

- Rodeo deaths?

- Yeah.

You know, there's
something about real death.

Just like... it just
turns you on, you know?

Why is that for all of us?

- I... I honestly can't
answer that question.

I'm totally
fucking with you.

- Oh.

- Seriously though,
I do have the tape.

We could take off our shirts,
just watch it together.

- Yeah, yeah. Maybe next time.

I'm fucking
with you again.

Oh, my God. You
were about to do it.

- No, no, I wasn't.
- You were.

Your shirt's like,
halfway off already.

- No, it's fucking not.
- Nah, it could be though.

We could have it
off if we wanted to.

You know what's great?
- What?

- Crack.
- Ah.

- You know how,
like, someone's like,

oh, I like chocolate cake.

It's so good, it's like crack.

This is actually crack.

Gets a lot of bad press.

Gotta tell you, furthest
thing from whack.

- Yeah, I'll pass
on that. Thanks.

- Oh.

Picking up a little bit
of a judgy vibe there.

- Yeah, it's crack.

- Uh, OK.

I bet you have
some idiosyncrasies

I might find a little odd.

- I don't think crack, like,
counts as an idiosyncrasy.

- Can I use your phone?

- Yeah, yeah, there's
one right over there.

- Yeah, so I just want
to sleep in tomorrow,

so I'm just going to call in
a bomb scare to my office.

- Well, look who's back.

- Us again.

- Hey, is it Halloween
or is it Christmas?

- Come on in.
- Thank you.

- Phone's still busy.

What the fuck is
going on over there?

Johnny's probably freaking
out wondering where I am.

- Professor Damon,
we're so sorry

to inconvenience you like this.

- Not at all. I'm
happy for the company.

Say, as long as
I've got you here,

there's something
I'd like to show you.

- Oh, God. Here it comes.

Just stare at the balls.
It'll be better that way.

- It's the opening
chapter of my next book.

Just finished it yesterday.

Would you like to read it?

- Oh, my God. I'd be honored.

- Fabulous.

Don't let the typos throw you.

He's a dyslexic narrator.

Ted, why don't you
and I play some

billiards while I nervously
await Blaire's verdict?

- Welcome to my billiard room.

- All right, buddy, you and
me got to have a little talk.

- I'd love to.

How about I freshen
your drink first?

- Fine.

Whoops.

- Hello, Ted.

- Uh, what... what's
going on there, buddy?

- I want to make love to you.

- Oh.

- I believe forthright honesty
is the only approach when you

have feelings for somebody.

I've been waiting all my
life for someone like you.

Your furry curves,
your boundless whimsy.

- It... it has bounds.

- I've been going
crazy since you

walked out my door tonight.

I want us to have illicit
congress together.

- You know, Blaire
is really into you.

- I don't care.

It's you I want.

- Yeah, I...

I don't date other bears.

- I don't have to be a bear.

I could be a pony if you prefer,

or a bird with colorful plumage
and a functioning cloaca.

- Yeah, boy, you know, it
just wouldn't work out.

- I don't care what
people would think.

If I could take you on
my arm to faculty events,

I wouldn't be embarrassed.

- Yeah, that's not
the holdup for me.

- I see.

So your answer is no.

- Hey, Professor, do you
mind if I use your bathr...

- Blaire.

Any thoughts about
the pages you read?

- Great.

Uh, they... they were great.

- And the homage to Tennyson?

Did that play it all?

- Uh, fine.

- We'll let ourselves out.

- Hey.

You know, if we could just
kind of keep this quiet.

I have a reputation as a
guy who doesn't do this.

- Sure, of course.

- On one condition,
you make Blaire

your research assistant.

- That's OK, Ted.

- No, no. No, no, Blaire, no.

You're wicked smart.
You work hard.

You deserve it.
- He's right, Blaire.

You've got a great
analytical mind.

- I'm going to have
to sleep on that.

- Oh, and one more thing,
we're going to need your bike.

- Oh. Hi, Johnny.

You want to feel
some spooky eyeballs?

I'm just kidding.

They're just peeled grapes.

Oh, I'd never really
hurt anyone, Johnny.

- Mom, I cannot take
this guy anymore.

- What's the matter?

- Will, OK? He's...
he's a freak.

He's crazy. Can't
you get him to leave?

- Well, he's your
friend, Johnny.

If you want him to leave,
you'll have to ask him.

- He's not my friend.

You invited him over.
Plus, he's like 40.

- Well, I'm 47,
and we're friends.

- Yeah, you're my mom.

- Even when you were
still in my guts

you used to kick my cervix, but
I knew it was you just saying,

hi, I can't wait to
come out and be friends.

- Yeah, yeah.
Fine, I'll do it.

- Yeah, yeah.

Oh, my God.

Oh, no, no, no.

- All right.
- Will?

You in there?

- Yeah, come on in.

Oh, I cannot
believe we're taking

a bath at the same time.

You know, it's like we're
taking a bath together.

All
right, I got to go.

But I'll... I'll talk
to you later, Dad.

I love you.

I love... ah.

Didn't get him.

- What the fuck, dude?

- What the fuck what?

- Who just comes over
to somebody's house

and gets in their tub?

- Uh, I do.

It's called making
the most out of life.

Some people wait for an invite
to the party, I start it.

I seize the moment, Johnny.

You see, perfect example,
you've been a drip all night.

Guess what? I've had
a killer evening.

You've been all sad. Why?

Because your teddy bear is gone?

That's not how you do life.

You got to grab
every chance you can

to make your own happiness.

- Why is the water black?

- Carpe diem,
Johnny, carpe diem.

When you see a chance to turn
your day around, grab it!

All right.

Now, I'm going to take a hike.

Hey, you ever need me,

you scratch my
name into your arm.

- And you'll show up?

- I don't know.

Never tried it.

- Hi, Matty.

- What do you want?

- Hey, listen, I felt
really bad about Clementine

giving you that bite.

And I wanted to
make it up to you.

- Eggs?

- Ostrich eggs.

Each one is about
24 chicken eggs.

- What the hell am I
supposed to do with these?

I don't know 24 people.

- Carpe diem,
Johnny, carpe diem.

When you see a chance to turn
your day around, grab it.

You know what's great?

Crack.

- Hey, Dad.

Hey, nice robot costume.

Those the boxes your
dad used to move out?

Hey, who are you?
The Dork Knight?

- I'm Batman!

- Ow! What the fuck?

You asshole!

- Hey, hey, who are
you supposed to be?

- Olympic figure
skater Scott Hamilton.

- Oh, man, you're going
to have enough trouble.

Keep moving.

Oh, hey, ET!

Take this, you
Reese's piece of shit.

Oh, crap.

- What the fuck?

- Oh, my God.

Is this what we've
been doing to people?

We were wrong, Johnny.

We were wrong!

Hey, listen, man,
I'm really sorry I

didn't get back in time.

But you know what?

I think it was for the best.

- Me too.

I mean, it was kind of
nice to see if I could

actually have fun on my own.

- That sounds
healthy, like growth.

- Yeah, it felt like growth.

- You grew.

You grew tonight.

- I really did.

So how was your night?

- I was almost raped
by a professor.

But now I got a
moped, so it's fine.

- Well, now that
we know for sure

that we can exist on our
own, let's never do it again.

- Oh, fuck no. I
was dying out there.

- Do you want to get high?
- Absolutely.

Wait. No, not yet.

There's one more thing
I got to do tonight.

Help me.
- Oh, my God!

Jesus Christ!

You scared the shit out of me.

- Got you, motherfucker.

- Oh, damn.

You
know, Blaire, there

actually is something I...

I came here to tell you.

- OK.

- You know, me and Johnny
always think you're like,

this buzzkill, but
tonight was kind of fun.

You're kind of fucking fun.

- Well, I got to admit, I...

I kind of had fun too.

I mean, the towing cost
me $80, and I still

don't have a fucking car,
but for what it's worth,

I really do appreciate you
trying to look out for me,

even if you were wrong.

- Oh, by the way, I
got something for you.

This is for you.

- A McDonald's apple pie?

- Yeah, yeah.

I was saving it,
but it's all yours.

I've had it in the
freezer for two months,

so it's probably
cooled off by now.

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, shit, oh, shit.

- Get a towel. Get
something to cover it.

- Get a wet towel.
- I am.

- Oh, my God, We're gonna
lose the fucking house!

- We're all going to die!

- Can I help you?

- Hey, I'm Carol's son.

I just got home from a party.

My mom told me to
come here and hang out

with somebody named John.

- Wait, you're Carol's son?

- ♪ Oh, you've got a headful
of someone dreadful ♪

♪ And yet alas, that
someone adores you ♪

♪ Everybody needs
a best friend ♪

♪ I'm happy I'm yours ♪

♪ I'm just a clown ♪

♪ And I'll bring you down ♪

♪ But you just don't
care 'cause your ♪

♪ Best friend is me ♪