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(Jenna)
Previously on Awkward...

We're engaged.
Jenna, you're legit popular.

(Jenna)
Popularity was for losers.

I have to earn your forgiveness.

I'm not going anywhere
until I do.

- What is that?
- Matty, you're unpopular.

If you want to survive in
the netherworld of the uncool,

you can't think
how you used to think.

(Jenna)
After I'd ended my brief,

boring foray
into popularity land,

I didn't know
which me to dress for.

Was I still cool, fun,
flirty Jenna,

or was I back to being...

So plain, Jenna.

- It's perfect.
- Uh, perfect for what?

The mother-daughter
senior banquet.

Please tell me
you're not doing that.

And pass up a chance
to imitate you

onstage in front
of all the senior girls?

You're right.
I--I really shouldn't.

It's--it's cruel.

As if!

I've been waiting for this day
since you were a freshman.

Okay, well, can you at least
choose something else to wear?

But, honey, that hideous hoodie
is so you.

- Gee, thanks.
- Okay. Okay.

Which outfit screams,
"I am Jenna Hamilton"?

Damn.

It's not
this sexy top, is it?

(Theo)
Get your yearbooks,
you sick nostalgia junkies.

You'll notice we've made
a few changes this year.

Sorry, not sorry.

The original version
was bogus social propaganda.

Not to mention
boring as [bleep].

Hell, yes.
Hell, yes.

Yearbooks are like
smack on crack.

Interesting outfit choice,
Jenna.

What?
I'm mixing it up.

I love that for you.
[gasps]

WTF? GTFO!

OMG. FML.

T, are you short-circuiting?

Beavis and Gayhead
hijacked our yearbook.

"Most basic" is not
a senior superlative.

- Neither is "best bulge."
- Yikes.

Jake and Matty got "most likely
to be bro-mos forever."

Well, au revoir,
the train has left

that friendship station.

Oh, Jenna, look.
You got something.

Wait, what?
Let me see.

(Jenna voice-over)
Considering how many changes
I'd gone through

in the past four years,

I wouldn't be surprised
if I was named "most improved"

or "biggest transformation"
or...

"Most depressing"?

This is BS.

I haven't been Suicide Girl
since sophomore year.

Why would anyone still
think of me as depressing?

Well, there was
that one semester where

you ditched all your friends
to hang out with Mary Jane

and that douche, Collin.

Oh, and I guess
the low class rank

and the whole
"not getting into SCU" thing.

And you're kind of always
in this constant state

of analysis paralysis
on your face.

But don't worry,
those superlatives

are so false, it's an LOL.

I mean, I got "most likely
to marry a deaf guy,"

which makes no sense, because
Adam has perfect hearing.

Okay, but you aren't actually
going to marry Adam.

Oh, I forgot to tell you,
I changed the date.

- What?
- The breakup date, obvi.

Adam is picking me up
from school tomorrow,

and I promz to end
the dramz that night.

Jenna, Kyle has a question
he would like to ask you.

Um, hey.

Can you sign my yearbook?

I already wrote
the inscription for you.

(Jenna)
Dear Kyle, you're a sex god.

Please call me anytime.

Love, Most Depressing.

Sure, Kyle.

Matty, do you maybe want
to sign my yearbook?

Um, only if you maybe
want to sign mine.

Hmm.

Come on, Matty, let's go
watch some Twitch.

What in the bitch is Twitch?

It's this online thing
where you watch

hot girls...uh, you know what?

It's not important.

Pop quiz time.

Matty and Kyle
being new BFFs is, A,

an American horror story,
B, disturbia,

C, kind of cute,
in a sick unnatural way,

or D, all of the above.

(Jenna)
What would I say
in Matty's yearbook?

More importantly,
what would he say in mine?

We had so much history together.

Earth to Jenna.
Come in, Jenna.

Sorry, what were
we talking about?

See, this is why you were
voted most depressing.

Gross, why are there so many
old people at school today?

There's a rehearsal
for the mother-daughter banquet.

[squeals]

I am so excited to see you
be me onstage, Mommy.

Well, I'm terrified.

You know how much
I hate being in the spotlight.

Well, then why do you do
all those plays at church?

God called me
to those parts, Lissa.

I couldn't disobey
His wishes.

Now, come along.

Hey, beast with a bun!

Ally, what are you doing here?

Are you trying
to get Percocet

from the school nurse again?

I think she's onto my games.

I'm here to practice
for that mother-daughter thingy.

Excuse me?

You are not going to be
in the banquet, you slunt.

Oh, I am, and I'm gonna
get you so good.

I am so sorry
I'm late, sweetie.

Did rehearsal already start?

Darn, looks like your services
are no longer needed.

Fine, I didn't really want
to do it anyway.

It's not like I'm getting
an Oscar for this [bleep].

I am so thrilled to be
a part of this, honey.

I've already been working
on an impression of you

that I think you'll adore.

Hard to believe, since you
literally know nothing

about my life, but whatever.

Good luck, Darlene.

You're gonna need it.

Hey, I didn't get
to your yearbook yet.

Do you mind if I get it
back to you tomorrow?

Not at all.

I haven't gotten
to yours either.

Sweet. I'll see you later.

(Jenna)
Matty needing more time
with my yearbook

clearly meant he had
a lot to say.

I just hope none of it
involved calling me depressing

or angsty or "that girl with
the analysis-paralysis face."

- Who did that?
- I don't know.

Maybe you should ask
one of Gabby's friends.

Aren't they
your bodyguards now?

This guy bothering you, Matty?

Looks like you're the one
with the bodyguard,

McKibben, not me.

I'm sorry, bro.

I know run-ins
with your ex can be awkward.

Me and Jenna?
No, we're cool.

I was talking about Jake.

And then she was all,

"Looks like your services
are no longer needed,"

and I'm like,
"Oh, I'm so devastated.

Go slip on a [bleep]."

Ixnay on the side-braid.

Little bitch just walked in.

Mom, what are you doing
with your hair?

I haven't worn it like that
in forever.

Honey, don't stress out.

I'm just trying out
some options.

Which reminds me,
I need to try out

a new white wine option.

This one tastes like
it's low on alcohol content.

I can feel
my body rehydrating.

Not happy.

Ah, the yearbooks are in.

- Let me see.
- Oh, it's dumb.

Theo and Cole took over
senior superlatives, and I got--

"Most depressing."
Oh.

But I shouldn't read
too much into it, right?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Senior superlatives
mean nothing.

I was voted "most likely
not to go to college,"

and look at me now,
20 years later, enrolling.

Joke's on them, right?

Just out of curiosity,

what did--what did Dad get?

"Most likely to become
a father before graduation."

Which is weird,
because it was three months

before I got knocked up.

- And Ally?
- [burps]

- "Strongest liver."
- Oh, my God, I'm screwed.

No, you're not.
Those are just flukes, sweetie.

Listen, our high school
quarterback, Trent Simpson,

was the nicest guy ever,

and he was voted "most likely
to end up in prison."

I am so sad
Trent Simpson's dead.

He was so hot.

He died? How?

Got shivved in the joint.

This isn't a yearbook.
It's a crystal ball.

(Jenna)
My mom's yearbook
had me freaking out.

Was high school really
an accurate prediction

of who you'd become?

I wish Val wasn't MIA,

I would've taken
any kind of guidance right now.

* It's a good one *

* So I don't take advice
from fools *

Thank God you're back, Val.
I have some major--

Hi, Jenna.
Can I help you?

Lissa, what are you
doing here?

It's a funny story,
actually.

I was in Val's office
the other day

looking for the key
to the equipment closet

when a student
came in thinking

I was
the new guidance counselor.

I'm no expert,
but I'd say

life's way too short
to stay mad at your friend.

When my dad told me
he was gay,

I was totally angry
at him for lying

to my family,
but then I realized

that carrying around
bad feelings was gross

and probably giving me
premature wrinkles.

So I let it go,
and now I feel so much better.

I know breakups are hard,

but if it's meant to be,
it's meant to be.

When I started dating
my brother, Tyler,

I thought I was
in love with him,

but then we had sex,
and it just didn't feel right,

so we broke up immediately.

Just masturbate.
You'll be fine.

So what can I do
for you today?

Oh, it's not for me,
I was just--

Sit!

It's stupid.

I was named "most depressing"
in the yearbook,

and I'm worried that has
some sort of curse on my future.

Please stop laughing.
It's not funny.

Everything in my mom's yearbook
came true.

Listen, Jenna, people
come to me with real problems,

so I'd appreciate it
if you didn't waste my time

with your little superstitions.

- But--
- No buts.

You shouldn't be worried
about what Theo and Cole

wrote about you
in some silly yearbook, anyway.

Your friends' opinions are the
only ones that should matter.

That's actually
a really good point, Lissa.

- You're welcome.
[knock at door]

Now get out.
My 2:30's here.

Okay, pay attention,
Darlene.

Here is
my cheerleading uniform,

a comprehensive tutorial
on how I like to wear my hair,

my favorite lip gloss,
shoes, and--oops!

I accidentally put in
two types of eyeliner,

but since you're my mom,

I'm sure you'll know
which one I prefer to use.

Of course I do, honey.

Sadie, your Latin gigolo's
downstairs looking for you.

Says to hurry up,
it's an emergency.

I thought Sergio
was on the food truck.

He better not have left his
wiener apron in my car again.

[laughs]

Sergio no está aquí.

Dumb bitch falls for it
every time.

You two seem
to have developed

quite the playful dynamic.

Playful? Please.

We drive each other
bat-[bleep] insane.

But hey, at least
I'm actually around.

Well, that's why
I'm here now, Ally,

to make up for lost time.

Do you want to see
what I've been working on

for the banquet?

I have to admit,
I'm a little nervous.

- Yeah, whatever.
- Okay.

[exhales, clears throat]

Hey, silly gooses.

Want to go ride horses
after school?

You better watch out,

because mine's a champion.

Thank you.

News flash, Sadie hasn't
ridden a horse in three years.

I guess I am
a little out of touch.

Uh, come on,
I have a few pointers

that'll make it perfect.

Let me know if you have pointers
on my breakup speech.

I want this ish
to be perfect.

Adam, as much as it pains me,
I have to end our engagement.

I don't even know if I'm ready
to ace my stats final,

let alone get married
on May 7th

in a Very Wang gown
with a birdcage veil

in front of 400 of our closest
family and friends.

Okay, stop there.
Less is more.

[car horn honks]

Is that my beautiful fiancée
chatting over there?

Hey, babe.

I brought place settings
for you to look at.

You are going to die.

Like, literal death.
They are so adorbs!

But before we dive in,
I need to talk

to you about something.

Good luck.

Ditto to you too at the
mother-daughter banquet tonight.

Thank God I hacked
into my mom's phone

and deleted the invite.

What'd you want
to talk to me about?

JK. It was nothing.

Hey, Matty,
finished your yearbook.

Oh, yeah.

I am finished
with yours too.

Great, can't wait to read it.

Me too.
Have a good night.

(Jenna)
I spent all night
crafting the perfect thing

to say in Matty's yearbook,

and not to brag,
but I think I nailed it.

Now to see what Matty,
the person who knew me the best

and whose opinion
actually mattered,

thought of me.

"You're one cool chick."

You've got to be kidding.

(Lacey)
Okay, honey,
are you ready for a sneak peek

for the show tonight?

Now's not really a good time.

Do you love, or do you luh-huv?

What the hell are you doing?

Are you trying to humiliate me?

What? No, this is meant
to be funny.

Well, it's not.

I'm not the same person
I was sophomore year.

I've grown up, okay?

How would you like it if I
imitated an old version of you?

"Hi, I'm Lacey Hamilton.

"I wear shorter skirts
than my teenage daughter.

"Ooh, I have an idea,
let's write

"a [bleep]
carefrontation letter.

Where's my special
stationery?"

Jesus, Jenna.
Learn how to take a joke.

(Jenna)
Well, that was dumb.

If I didn't want my mom
to publicly embarrass me,

I probably shouldn't have
pissed her off two hours

before she went onstage.

[door slams]

[upbeat music]

*

Are you sure
it's not weird that we're here?

Last time I checked,
guys weren't allowed

at this thing.

Dude, it's fine.

I sneak into the banquet
every year.

- Why?
- 'Cause it's awesome.

They're girls,
but they're moms

pretending to be girls.

- I also brought beers.
- Nice.

Hi, ladies.

Welcome to the mother-daughter
senior banquet.

I'm Lissa Miller/
the new guidance counselor.

No, seriously, I am.

Anyway, let's give a big thanks
to all the mommies

for participating tonight,

because without them,
we literally wouldn't be alive,

and that would suck,
so let's get the show started!

[applause]

- I'm so pretty.
- No, I'm pretty.

Oh, my God.
You know who's the prettiest?

Our moms.

Julie, what if that's us
in 20 years?

When I'm not busy being
the best dang cheerleader

at PHHS

or Atonercising with
my super-fun supplicant squats,

I'm making the world
a more open-minded place

with my man Jesus Christ
by my side.

I have one thing
to say to all the moms here.

Your daughters are gonna
need years of serious therapy

after watching your heinous
performances tonight.

[laughter]

Women over 20 should never wear
crop tops and short shorts.

Where is your shame, ladies?

Is it hidden underneath
all of your bad Botox?

[laughter]

Please, do the world a favor

and change back
into some disgusting mom jeans,

a pair of ugly clogs,

and just accept
the uncomfortable truth.

You're [bleep] old.

[laughter]

[mouths words]

You're welcome.

[cheers and applause]

Whatever, that's so not me.

You're right.

You're snatchier.

* I like to be

This one's ew.

This one's too blue.
This one looks like--

Like doo-doo.

Sorry, I'm just trying
to continue the rhyme.

Aw, that's so cute.

You think you can
out-rhyme me.

- Adam, we need to talk.
- I know, T.

I really need to talk
to you too.

I've been thinking
about how insane it is

that we're planning a wedding
your senior year of high school,

while you're wearing
a puka shell ring, no less.

Really? I'm so glad
you're saying this, because--

Let me finish.

If we're seriously
gonna do this,

we have to do it right.

* Would you be my,
would you be my *

* Would you be my reason?

It was my grandmother's.

Tamara Judith Kaplan,
I love you.

Will you really marry me?

Okay, you guys, we totally
saved the best for last.

Get ready for Lacey Hamilton

playing her super cool daughter,
Jenna.

(Jenna)
Time to watch the mother
of all humiliations.

Hi, I'm Jenna Hamilton.

I like to write

and read and hang out
with my best friend, Tamara.

Are you in the house tonight?

Holla at your girl!

Oh, God, make it stop.

You know, a few years ago,
people might have thought

I was depressing because
of some things that happened.

You mean when you tried
to kill yourself?

Right.
But you know what?

That was an accident,

and I'm not the person
that I was sophomore year, okay?

(Jenna)
My mom was bombing up there.

Maybe she had a point.
Why couldn't I just take a joke?

If I didn't see the humor
in my past,

then I guess I deserved
to be called most depressing.

That's it,
I wasn't gonna sit here

and watch another person
tell me who Jenna Hamilton was.

Hey, Mom.

You forgot
the most important part.

My super cool cast, duh.

So listen, two years ago,
I was Suicide Girl,

and I would complain about it
all the time in my blog.

Blah blah blah
blah blah blah blah blah blah.

I'm so misunderstood.

Insert cliché Taylor Swift
song lyric here.

But it wasn't all that bad.

I got to date the hottest guy
in school,

and after I was Jenna,
Matty McKibben's girlfriend,

I was Jenna,
backstabbing stoner.

Gosh, what next?

And then, I was the girlfriend
of the hot, smart, college guy.

My parents loved him.

And then I was the most shocking
identity of them all--

popular!

But now I'm back to being me,

a girl who's just happy
to be in her hoodie,

and who can be a bitch
to her mom

when she really
doesn't deserve it.

So yeah, that's who I am.

Take it or leave it, bitches.

[cheers and applause]

(Jenna)
My mom may not have deserved
my wrath,

but I knew someone who did.

Ally, what are you
doing here?

I told security to keep
all drunk hags out.

I wasn't gonna miss
seeing my favorite witch

get burned at the stake.

Did I do okay?
I was so nervous.

You were great.

Where did you learn
all that stuff?

- Well--
- I, uh...

I paid attention,
sweetheart.

What do you say
about having your first

sleepover at my place?

I made up
the guest bedroom for you.

I'd like that, Mom.

You called me Mom.

Does this mean
that I can get a hug?

Let's not ruin
a nice moment.

You're welcome.

[phone beeps]

Hey, T.
Did you end it?

Yep, I ended the play-acting
and ended the game-playing.

This [bleep] is for real!

You accepted a real ring?

Why would you do that?

I panicked, okay?

He just looked so cute
and vulnerable

bent down on one knee.

- I couldn't say no.
- This has gone too far.

I know, I'm gonna
tell him the truth tomorrow.

I just wanted to have one night
with this ring.

I mean, hello,
it's freaking gorge.

- Look at the carats.
- Hey, Jenna.

Yo, dude,
you slayed it out there.

- Yeah.
- You're a freaking murderer.

It's because I'm one cool chick,
right, Matty?

What?

Are you mad at what
I wrote in your yearbook?

No. Of course not.

It was so thoughtful
and heartfelt.

I could tell you really had
to dig deep for it.

Oh, come on.

No, Matty, you come on.

After all that
we've been through

and I'm still just
"one cool chick" to you?

- No, you're--
- What?

A nice hookup?

An expert
college essay writer?

An awesome camp counselor,
what?

You're my best friend.

But you're also
a nice hookup

and a great writer.

You're not the best
camp counselor, though.

You're kind of bad
at making arts and crafts.

Please, like you're
so great at it.

Gosh, it feels so good
to get out of that side braid.

The pulling, how did you do that
every day for two years?

Are you ready?

See you later, best friend.

* We'll try to get it right
this time *

(Jenna)
You want to know the best part
about knowing who I was?

That Matty did too.