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Previously on October Road...

I wanna see you, Janet.
Will you let me do that?

Why don't you bring her?
Afraid of getting teased?

Maybe he just doesn't
want to be seen with me.

Janet, don't go there.

I'm a teacher.
You're a student.

- You wanna pump the brakes on us.
- That is what I'm saying.

I haven't left this house
in five years.

All that I want--

all that I have ever worked for is
for us to one day be a family.

My mom broke up with Big Cat,

so maybe now you and her
could get together.

I want you guys in my life.

What it comes do to--
we all fall in love sometimes.

Looks like it's gonna be
a beautiful day, doesn't it, boys?

Oh, that's quite a skip
you got there, son.

Oh, that's not a skip.
That's a spring or a hop.

So what gives, twinkle toes?

Well, I guess you could say
it's the walk of a man

that's finally found some clarity
about what he wants out of life.

I mean, everything I could
ever want is right here--

my classes at the Doof--
you know, teaching,

being a role model,
the whole "to sir, with love" thing.

The fellas, you guys...
and if she signs off...

Hannah.

Yeah.

Well, you know what I want?

The newspaper.

Think maybe you could go out
there and fetch it for me?

You know, in some cultures,

people are actually known
to open the door,

step outside and
get the newspaper themselves.

Ah, I'm wearing my short robe.

I don't wanna give Mrs. Turner a thrill
if I have to bend over to pick it up.

Aw, come on, dad. Mrs. Turner hasn't
had a thrill since Reagan beat Mondale.

Exactly. She's due.

Nicky, you should go get the paper.

Trust me. You should.

Okay.

But the mood I'm in, I might just
flash Mrs. Turner for the hell of it.

Hannah.

- I know it's early.
- No, it's-- it's great.

It's like finding one of those shampoo
samples attached to the front page,

only a thousand times better.

What's going on?

I've been up all night thinking...

thinking about what you said before
you went to New York to get Owen.

- And?
- And...

ten years ago, I would have given
anything to hear those words--

that you missed me and you loved me
and you wanted to be with me.

But, Nick, I can't build my life
on the fantasy of what we were.

It's not a fantasy.

I'm not the same girl
who went skinny-dipping

in Crystal Lake
in the middle of november.

And you're not the same guy who had
to push that old truck up Walnut Hill

to get me to the hospital
before the hypothermia set in.

And we have nothing else to go on--

nothing but those memories, and you
can't build a future on memories.

I just--I want you
to give us a chance.

Nick, don't.

Hannah.

Please.

Sully's outdone himself this year.

"Backfield burgers,"
"pump fake fries."

Homecoming weekend
always inspires the man.

- Hey, guys.
- Hey.

Okay.

Ah, yes.

The classic
"how do we greet each other?"

Kiss/handshake hello.

I don't know about you two,
but it certainly made me uncomfortable.

Heard it went well in the Big Apple.

Yeah, it was, uh...

it wasn't easy prying Owen out
of Big Boy Brett's clutches.

I can imagine.

So what'll it be to celebrate?

A cup of Sully's finest sludge?

With some milk
and sugar to wash it down.

- Make it for the road?
- Sure.

How's he doing-- Owen?

Well, he's back in the house,
but it's gotta be rough.

I can imagine.

Still, it's gotta be some comfort

knowing he's got a friend like you.

It's good to be back.

It's good having you back.

So... ready to start reliving
the famed "hail Eddie"?

Don't you think people
are sick of that by now?

- I mean, it's been ten years.
- Are you kidding?

They're still talking
about the time Larry Bird

stopped at the Cumberland
farms to ask for directions.

1989. Bird was trying to get to
the U2 concert in Worcester.

He made a wrong turn off 128,
stopped in for a map,

a large ginger ale
and two sticks of beef jerky.

By the way, "onside kick-ass fries"
is not gonna fit on that board.

We gotta come up with a new name.

Yeah, what about...
"leave us alone burgers"?

Ha. I get it.

Rooster.

Sorry.

- On the house.
- Keep the change.

I'll see ya later, Eddie.

Fine.

Nick! Nick!

Aubrey.

- I-I didn't mean to rattle you.
- I'm not rattled...

- a little rattled.
- I know.

I should be in Berkeley
getting clear of you, and yet--

- Here you are.
- Here I am.

So a funny thing happened
on the way to the airport.

I closed my eyes for
a minute, and I saw it--

- the end of my novel.
- You wrote a novel?

An unfinished one--
unfinished for years--

all journey and no destination.

You wrote a novel.

And thanks to you, I finished it.

Because once I saw
that elusive final moment,

I remembered what you said in class.

"The muse is like a tornado--

when it hits,
hole up and don't come out

till it's leveled the last
trailer park of self-doubt."

I said that?

That's goofy.

So I had the cab take me to
the closest airport hotel,

and I've been writing
for 48 hours straight.

I can't wait to read it.

It's not being
published anytime soon.

No, I mean I'd love
to read it now.

I could even share a few of my
thoughts if you're interested.

I don't think that's
such a good idea.

Why not?

We're gonna be late for class.
Come on.

Well, it's the term "run-on"

that gives these sentences
a bad name, right?

I mean, they're just sentences
trying to contain themselves,

bursting with emotion.

Ms. Diaz,
how nice of you to join us.

Well, hello, professor Bow.

And look, you brought a friend.

Actually, this is my
class you're teaching.

- Nicholson Garrett.
- Yeah.

It's a pleasure.
Duncan Bow, tremendous fan.

Oh, nice to meet you.

Dean Etwood asked me
to take the class.

"Take the class"?

You were gone for a few days. She
wasn't sure when you were coming back.

Oh, well... I'm back now.

Yes, you are. Yes, you are.

It's just that Dean Etwood asked
me to finish out the semester...

for you.

I think maybe you should
talk to her about this.

Right. Of course.

- It looks like you're in good hands.
- Thank you.

So I'll... see you soon...
I hope.

Thank you.

Okay, where was I?
Ted's piece...

I liked it. It reminded me
of a Fitzgerald short story.

What's on the menu?

Oh,my signature dish--
tuna casserole,

but with chicken.

Not to be confused with
chicken casserole.

That's a whole different
noodle-to-filling ratio.

Aha, just in time.

You gave my class
to Duncan Bow?

I didn't know when
you were coming back.

The students are serious
about their writing,

and they need a professor who's
serious about teaching it to them.

It was an emergency. I got caught
up in a "once in a lifetime,

never gonna happen
again" emergency.

It was a bit...
it was a bit of a tangle, Leslie.

Dean Etwood,
I am committed to this class. I am.

I don't wanna lose it.

Okay, let me see what I can do.

Thank you.

By the way,
what goes on with this Duncan Bow?

He's one of our most
popular teachers.

Several of his novels have had
interest from major publishing houses,

and one of his short stories
appeared in "The New Yorker."

He was the closest thing Dufresne
had to a literary sensation...

until you came along.

I see.

And... how did the
rest of your day go?

You know, we haven't seen you
since you went to get the paper.

Oh, yeah, it was fine.

Fine--good fine?
Fine--bad fine?

Just fine.

For the love of God,
son, what did she say?

Hannah?

She said, "no." Okay?

I could go into a lot more detail,
but the bottom line is

Hannah said no to me--to us.

Sorry. That's a tough break.

She really said no?

She did,
but it's okay, 'cause...

I still believe that one day,
she'll say yes.

So what else is going
on in the world?

And in Washington today, congress
held more hearings on global warming.

Today's focus was
on rising eans...

Greetings, earthling.
I come bearing hot fudge sundae fixin's.

Yum.

You're my kind of alien.

This is way better
than crop circles.

That it is.

You know what I love the most
about the ice cream sundae?

Tell me.

It is like the perfect
example of the melting pot.

I mean, we've got whipped cream
and ice cream.

That's two potentially competitive
forms of sweetened cream,

and yet here they are,
happily complementing each other.

And then there's the hot fudge,
which is the cool cream's archnemesis.

The screen look a
little pale to you?

Maybe it's just the way
the light's hitting it.

No. No,
this is typical evening light.

Something is off.

Hey, guys.

Hey, care to join us for what I
like to think is a shining example

of what our country can be?

Ice cream sundae?

I don't mean to be unpatriotic,
but I'm gonna head over to Sully's.

Ah, to bask in the glory
of the "hail Eddie"?

Not so much basking as
making required public appearances.

What's the "hail Eddie"?

Just the defining moment in
Knights Ridge sports history.

It was Homecoming weekend.

The league title
was on the line.

We were down by 4 with less than
10 seconds left on the clock.

Eddie scrambles
out of two tackles.

He takes this monster hit,
but he didn't fall,

and then,
with a defensive lineman on his back,

Eddie somehow drags
himself into the end zone

and scored the
winning touchdown.

Wow.

I have no knowledge of football.
whatsoever.

That still gave me the chills.

It might just be the ice cream.

Eddie, does Brian Williams
look a little pale to you?

Yeah, he always looks pale.

Not just pale. Waxy.

Wan.

Almost consumptive.

Something is seriously amiss.

You Cataldo men
clean up nicely.

- These are for you.
- Thanks.

- The boys have something for Sam.
- You didn't have to do that.

I wanted to,
and they wanted to.

Sam, Jasper and
Casper are here.

We're sorry we broke
your telescope.

Yeah, we never should've used
it as a rock-smashing device.

Here.

"Planetarium in a box."
This looks kinda cool.

Yeah, when you plug it in,
it turns your room into a planetarium.

Come on.

Let's go set it up.

So... what was this all about?

Well, I had a long
talk with the twins,

and their days of
tormenting Sam are over.

It's gonna be
different this time.

I promise.

Latekka!

Hail Eddie.

At what point do you think you're
gonna get sick of reliving that play?

Maybe never.

Someday I hope to do
something semi-noteworthy.

You will.

- Hey, buddy.
- Big O.

- Hey, Janet.
- Hey, how you holdin' up?

Not sure, but I seem to manage,

until it's time to go home.

It must be something,
buddy boy.

What?

Being you on
Homecoming weekend.

It's like being Bobby Orr
and Bobby Kennedy

and Bobby Brown,
all rolled up into one.

Bobby Brown?

I ran out of famous
Bobbys from Boston.

Hey, it was your block that made
the "hail Eddie" possible, though.

Yeah, but nobody ever
remembers the lineman.

I can only imagine the
play you're gonna get.

- Not really.
- Are you kiddin'?

Oh, and the icing on the cake--

I hear the Lyons twins--
both now divorced--

are coming back for tomorrow
night's pre-game bash.

Can you say, "double sessions"?

You know what, O.? I...
let me talk to you later.

All right, cool.

Can I get some rings?

- Janet, are you okay?
- Oh, I'm fine, Eddie.

I just gotta get these
pitchers rinsed out,

and you probably gotta go stock
up on matching prophylactics.

All right, listen...

I should have told him
I was seeing someone.

- Really?
- Really.

No. I mean, really,
are you seeing someone?

I am.

And what we need is an Alison
Rowan birthday barbecue do-over.

You mean, we set a date
and then you stand me up?

All right,
maybe not so much a "do-over" as a...

a "get it right."

Come with me to the
homecoming game as my date.

Everyone will see us there.

We'll get it out of the way.

- Okay, so this really is...
- A date.

Okay.

Excuse me.

Who would've thought?

Even "the punter's fried pickles"
were sailing out of here.

They're not that half bad.

I may bring some to
our tailgate party.

Or not.

Not 'cause of the fried pickles,
but I'm not be able

to make the tailgate
party this year.

But we do it every year--

me, you, my hibachi,

your cassette of
"Foreigner's greatest hits,"

our snide comments on how the jocks
and cheerleaders have aged poorly?

I'm sorry.

I have a date.

You're going with Eddie,
aren't ya?

Yep. Can you believe it?

I'm going with Eddie Latekka.

We've sort of been
seeing each other,

or at least talking
about seeing each other.

And given the Ridge
and its gossip mill,

Eddie figured,
what better way to go public, you know?

- Get it out of the way.
- "Get it out of the way"?

All the chatter.

He wants to get it
out of the way?

What are you, homework?
A trip to the dentist? Taxes?

In this world,
nothing is certain except death, taxes

and letting the world know
you're dating Janet Meadows.

I thought you'd
be happy for me.

We have to play within
our league, Janet.

Remember what happened when I
was dating Christy Turlington?

It ended in heartbreak and
tears and utter devastation.

You never dated Christy
Turlington, Rooster.

Exactly, and I never will.

I just don't want to
see you get hurt.

Come here.

- Keep working on those last few...
- Oh, I will.

Nicholson.

- Hello.
- How are you?

- Great. How are you?
- Excellent.

So I guess you heard I'm teaching
my creative writing class again.

I did, I did.
And to be honest, thank God.

My course load was
getting much too heavy.

Besides, those students
obviously enjoy you, "Quake boy."

"Quake boy"?

That's how Ms. Diaz
describes you... in her novel.

She gave it to you to read?

She did.

- It's a gem.
- And I'm in it?

Your fictional alter
ego certainly is.

"Rick Garland,
the former next big thing."

I really wouldn't have
pegged you as a man who...

how did she describe it?
"Transcends type.

Bookish, yet athletic.
Self-absorbed, yet generous.

A lover whose touch causes not
only her body but her soul...

to quake."

- She does know how to turn a phrase.
- She certainly does.

I should go take another look-see. I
know she's anxiously awaiting my notes.

- I'll see ya around.
- I'll see ya.

So what do you think?

Well, the semiconductors
are shot,

the tubes are
barely holding on,

and the high-voltage
block isn't blocking.

- Which means...
- Well, which means...

you keep using this set,
and the circuit boards are gonna go,

and when they do,
it won't be pretty.

There must be
something we can do.

Try to keep the set
from overheating.

But even if you do,
it's just a matter of time,

and not much at that.

I'm sorry, pal.

So you wanna go to the
Homecoming game together?

'Cause obviously,
I'm not bringing Alison this year.

Sorry, pal. I got a date.

Really? Who's the lucky lady?

Janet.

Janet who?

Janet Meadows.

Janet Meadows is your
date to Homecoming?

Yep.

As in Sully's Janet Meadows?

"Behind the bar" Janet Meadows?

"Always gives me extra
blue cheese crumble

with my buffalo wings"
Janet Meadows?

The same.

Wow. How long have
you two been...

a two some?

We've been circling around
it for a while now.

Why? You think it's a mistake?

Not at all. I just...

thought she had better taste.

Tongues are gonna wag.

So?

Hate to think what everybody's
saying about me these days.

Can't let that
stuff get to you.

Ah, it's not just that. It's...

Every girl I've been with,

I knew why we were gonna break up
two weeks before we started dating.

With Janet...

I don't know.

Isn't that a good thing?

Not if you're the kind of
guy who likes to break up

two weeks after
you start dating.

Some nice moves you got there.

What moves?

You know, not falling off.

Actually, still
working on that.

I'm breaking it in. Just drove
this board off the lot yesterday.

I didn't miss your birthday,
did I?

Nah. One of Big Cat's
peace offerings.

Big Cat's been coming
around bearing gifts?

You didn't hear?

Big Cat's making a comeback.

I must've missed the
press conference.

Yeah, sorry.

I was rootin' for you.

See you around.

See you, Sam.

Be careful on that thing.

This is your way of saying sorry?
Letting me watch you buy the paper?

There's a pack of
gum in it for you.

Also, I wanted a
chance to explain

why I said what
I said last night.

Here you go, Lotte.
Exact change for you today.

- Quick snack?
- Sure.

I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.
It's just--

you know what kind of guy he is.
He's not just a player.

- He's the entire team.
- I know what kind of guy he is.

I'm not gonna burn my tongue
on these again, am I, Joyce?

We don't roast 'em that
hot anymore, Rooster.

Not since you
threatened to sue.

So why are you even giving
him the time of day?

What's going on with me
and him--it's different.

He's different
when he's with me.

One more stop.

That's what all the girls
he's dated tell themselves.

They all think it's
gonna be different.

Thank you, Susan.

And, Kaela, please be careful
with that bread slicer.

Anyway, look, Janet,
here's the thing.

You say you know his
reputation, but...

Yeah, I know his reputation,
but people can change.

Rooster, you used to be the guy who
owned the largest ant farm collection

in Massachusetts, but nobody calls
you "Captain Arthropod" anymore.

Okay, but did you notice Susan and
Kaela back there in the bakery?

Yeah, what about 'em?

Along with Lotte at the newsstand
and Joyce who sells chestnuts,

that makes four--
four of Eddie's conquests.

And we haven't even
turned down main street.

That's what I'm talking about.

You set this whole thing
up just to make a point?

What kind of person does that?

You needed to see.

Oh, I see all right.

I see one very cruel,
cruel man.

Janet...

Janet, come back.

Don't you want your gum?

- Forget about it.
- Yes.

Either of you guys
got the time?

You got somewhere you gotta be?

Yeah, I got the booster dinner.

Didn't you wonder why
I was wearing a suit?

I did, but I thought
you looked so nice, so...

Can you believe
Big Cat's making a comeback?

The guy's like the Roger
Clemens of romance.

Look, Hannah's a great girl and all
that, but you two are past tense--

ancient history past tense.

You gotta make your
peace with that.

It's too bad you dumped Aubrey.
She was hot.

And very cool. Potent combo.

You should get Aubrey back.

You should un-break
up with her.

No, I'm not ready to
un-break up with anybody.

Hey, maybe she's ready
to un-break up with you.

Yeah, I can't think of a better
way to get you over Hannah Jane.

What do you think your
chances are with Aubrey?

I don't know.

Although she did write that
my fictional alter ego was

"a lover whose touch caused not just
her body, but her soul to quake."

What?! She did?
When did she write that?

When did you quake her soul?

I didn't.
There was never any soul quaking.

Two kisses were the sum
total of our relationship.

It's just a work of fiction--
something that sprang up

from Aubrey's imagination.

- I like the way she thinks.
- Me, too.

I love Aubrey's imagination.

I would build-- I would build a
summer home in her imagination.

Honely, I don't even
know if she wrote that.

That guy Duncan Bow probably
just made it up to get my goat.

Who's Duncan Bow?

He's this teacher that Aubrey
gave her novel to instead of me.

And I don't like him.

We gotta get that book.

We gotta break into
Duncan Bow's office

and read that book.

- You're kidding, right?
- No.

Nicky, he's right. He's right.

You read that book, you find out
what Aubrey really thinks of you.

I don't wanna know how
she feels about me.

It be like a manual on how
to navigate your approach.

You almost owe it to her.

She just gave it to Duncan Bow to make
you jealous to get your attention.

You heard the Dean.
He's never published anything.

You've written a best seller.

I mean, you know that she
doesn't really want his help.

Yeah, yeah, so don't do it for yourself
to satisfy your own curiosity.

Do it for the sake
of the written word.

Yes, for the english language.

For the betterment
of all mankind.

- Yes, yes, yes.
- I'm in.

- Looking for a third.
- Yes.

- Hey, wait, wait, wait.
- What? What is it?

What are these for?

To protect our identity.

We're not wearing ski masks.

- Ronnie, give me the screwdriver.
- Okay, fine. Suit yourselves.

What?

Looks like a simple latch lock.

Step aside.

Here's how you open a door.

Awesome.

It's burning up.

You know, maybe this is a good thing.

Maybe this is what you need
to keep you moving forward,

taking more baby steps to

free yourself of your fear
of the outside.

- You don't understand.
- Well, then help me.

Help me understand.

Okay.

Okay, so right now I'm fine, right?

Not a care.

Still fine.

Still fine.

Still fine.

Okay, now my heart's starting to race.

Cold sweat cleats the forehead.

Lump in my throat
the size of a cantaloupe.

Trouble breathing.
Chest about to explode.

Okay, that's enough.
I understand.

Come back inside.
Okay.

It's been that way for six years,

and that whole time,
Jason has been here with me.

- You named your tv?
- Of course.

He's my constant companion,

my faithful window onto the world.

I see.

- I'll help you wash those.
- No, that's okay.

I'm just gonna throw 'em in Brenda.

Lebanese hezbollah, syrian proxy...

who has snow globes, a hula dancer,

and a bust of Dante on their desk?

I don't know, but I think
the hula dancer's kind of fine.

What is it?

I was just thinkin'...

Ikey would've loved this.

Hey, Nick, how do we even know
that the book is in here?

You know how we know?

'Cause I just found it.
I found the book.

- The novel?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I've been soaking
these puppies in vodka for a week.

We'll break 'em out at halftime.

Ray Cataldo-- the man who
invented the chewable screwdriver.

This is nice...
being back together.

Yeah, it is.

You know, I don't wanna go back.

The way we've been
the last three years...

tuesday, thursday,
every other saturday.

Okay. Well, that's how you feel,
I mean, we can take it slow.

We'll get over the speed
bumps easier that way.

Actually, I was hoping
to fly right by 'em.

One, uh, "Nick Garrett moving back
to town speed bump" in particular.

Hey, you remember that lilac bush
you helped me plant last year?

- Yeah, the one in your backyard?
- Yeah.

You know that thing's
still blooming?

I mean, here we are end
of november, and my...

backyard still smells like spring.

- Global warming.
- Nah, frost killed everything else.

You know, that bush...

it's what we do.

Here in Knights Ridge, we stay,

we put down roots,
and we watch 'em grow.

You know I love it when you break
out the gardening metaphors.

Will you marry me, Hannah jane?

Ray...

It's the only way I can do this.

If we're gonna get back together,
it has to be all or nothing at all.

Ray, it's-- it's just so fast.

Hannah, if you can look me in the eye

and honestly tell me that if that speed
bump hadn't moved back into town

six weeks ago,

that we wouldn't be picking a reception
hall and hiring a caterer right now,

then, okay, I'm wrong, and, uh,

and you should tell me "no."

Uh, opening boozy bar scene...

- Boozy. Booze.
- Tortured adolescence.

Uh, road trip to Big Sur.
Come on.

Okay, okay, here I am. Um...

"He'd just arrived from Philadelphia.

His eyes were deep brown
with a mischievous sparkle."

No? Maybe.

"There was something
irresistible about him.

"He had the confident air of a man
who always gets what he wants."

- Okay, I'm officially bored.
- Yeah, can we get to the soul quaking?

All right, all right.
All right.

Let's check this out.

Okay, let's go.

What the hell is going on in here?

I'm an idiot.

It's not that bad.

Okay, "operation: Rekindle Aubrey's
interest" can still be salvaged.

There never should've been an "operation:
Rekindle Aubrey's interest."

The only girl whose interest
I wanted to rekindle was Hannah's.

And all this was just a drunken,
lame attempt to forget that.

What did Aubrey write about you?

"He had the confident air of a man
who always gets what he wants."

If it's Hannah you want,
it's Hannah you're gonna get.

Well, you seem to be forgetting
one very inconvenient truth.

- She's not interested.
- Didn't say it was gonna be easy.

It's gonna take
a perfect game of long ball.

Which means you gotta play
it cool for a while... a long while.

You're friendly,
but not too friendly.

Around, but not available.
Let her do her thing with Ray...

Yes, and when Hannah finally realizes
what all of us have known for forever--

that Big Cat is a complete tool...

- there you are.
- Yeah, but no proclamations.

No Big gestures.

- Nothing till then.
- Long ball, huh?

- Long ball. - Long ball!
- Long ball!

You guys are free to go.
They're not gonna press any charges.

- Yes.
- You see? You wanted out.

- We got out.
- He always gets what he wants.

I'll get another one.
Be right back.

- Hey, guys.
- Big game.

- Go, Knights.
- Cool.

- Long ball.
- Long ball.

Long ball.

Well... hey, nice going,
G. Gordon Liddy.

When I think
of botched-up break-ins,

my mind naturally
goes back to watergate.

- You heard?
- Oh, ye.

O. Wait! Wait!

You stay! I'll go.

Eddie Latekka! Hey!

- Gosh, how are you?
- It's been so long.

- Can I have a kiss?
- Oh. I guess.

Me, too.

So what's going on?

Okay, thursday at 2:30--
pep rally just like they used to--

- Oh. Hi, sweetheart.
- Hi. Mwah.

Hi, Dean.

There was nothing
I could do, Nick.

You broke into
a faculty member's office.

The college has rules.

- So I'm...
- Yes, you're through.

Yeah. Okay.

You both havecats named mouse, huh?

- Yes, we do.
- Yeah.

Imagine that. Will, um, will
you hold this for a second?

Sure.

Excuse me.

Hey, Janet.
Can I get a beer?

You know, this whole you and me
going to the Homecoming game--

it's a bad idea.

'Cause here's the thing.

I'm not taxes.
I'm not the dentist.

I'm not something
you get out of the way.

What?

I'm also not like the other girls you've
been with. I'm not a cute cashier.

I don't know how
to make waffle cones.

I'm not another stop along
the Eddie Latekka conquest trail.

I'm not perky like Susan,
I don't bat my eyes like Lotte,

and I certainly don't have
double "d" cups like--

You know what?

You're not like the other girls
I usually date.

You're smart and funny
and beautiful, inside and out.

You're absolutely nothing like taxes.

Excuse me.

I don't think I can do it.

You can.

Look...

I know Jason's been with you, here
by your side for all these years,

and no one and nothing
is ever gonna replace him.

But...

I'm not going anywhere.

And... maybe,

just maybe until
you're ready to step outside...

I could be your window
onto the world...

but a different kind of window, 'cause

unlike Jason, I'm not gonna focus
on the worst of what's out there--

on the wars or the natural disasters
or the violent crimes.

I'm gonna bring you the puddles on
centre street after a thunderstorm,

and the sun rising over Crystal Lake,
and the McMahons--

they've been married for 50 years, and they
still hold hands when they go for a walk.

That sounds nice.

Oh, and one more thing I'm gonna do...

And if you tell me Jason's ever done
that, I will run out of here screaming.

Okay.

I'm ready.

Okay, that time you startled me.

You broke into professor
Bow's office to read my novel?

- That's... one way of putting it.
- How else would you put it?

Okay, you pretty much nailed it.

I guess it's kind of flattering...

in an incredibly
stalkerish kind of way.

Yeah, just...
focus on the flattering part.

Oh, I intend to.

No, that's...

not what I meant.

Good-bye, Jason.

Thanks for everything you showed me.

May you rest in peace.

Amazing, right?

Who would've thunk it?

I asked... she said yes.

Never underestimate
the charity of women.