All language subtitles for Empire.iiiiiWaist.2024

Look at her bounce.

Hey, Chuck E. Cheese!

If you could have
any superpower in the world,

what would it be?

Flight? Super strength?

Invisibility?

Turns out making yourself
invisible isn't that hard.

First, you need camouflage.

Wear all black and you're
basically a human shadow.

And when it comes to eye
contact, don't make any.

Keep your head down with a hobby
that looks like schoolwork.

And most importantly,
avoid people in general.

Full fat yogurt,
Honor? Really?

My mom packed my lunch!
I'll find a new mom.

Yeah, thank you.

They can't hurt you
if they can't see you.

Unfortunately,
you can't avoid all people,

like your workout
obsessed mother.

Hi, honey. Woo!

Or your sedentary father
hiding snacks from that mother.

Oh, hey.

Fixing this light again.

Got any homework?

Okay, see you!

Love you, hon!

And that's it,

one more day of invisibility
in the books.

And the rest of
the day is yours.

But no matter how hard you try,

some things are too beautiful

to stay tucked away.

Lenore?

Lenore?

Lenore!

Do you have a partner?

For what?

Everyone's pairing up
for presentations.

Stick with me, okay?

All right,
I need a group of three.

This isn't difficult, folks.

I can just work by myself.

Nice of you
to join us, Kayla.

God, the pleasure's
all mine, Ms. Hall!

You do know that
attendance isn't optional.

You know me, more of a special
appearances type of gal.

You want to make a special
appearance at graduation?

Yes.

Then you need to complete
the group project.

You're working with Lenore.

Who?

Oh, that Lenore.

Hey, girl!

Have you been
in this class all year?

How could you miss her?

You two will be presenting

on the migration
pattern of blue whales.

That's enough!

You know what, there are plenty
of other topics to cover,

so we'll just pick another one.

Why?

Whales are majestic creatures,
kings and queens of the sea.

I want to do our presentation
on whales.

Okay.

This is going to be
the best presentation

you've ever seen, Ms. Hall.

All right, Kayla.

You'll be talking
about it for years.

Just make sure that
you include your partner

in this presentation
of the decade.

So.

Should we meet up after school?

Your house?

Okay, bye!

You paired me with Lenore?

She's creepy quiet.

She's shy, okay?

And there's nothing
wrong with being quiet.

My grandmama says that we
can never trust the quiet ones.

Your grandma learned English
watching Mime or Murderer.

He escaped on the elevator,

but there was no elevator!

Doesn't mean she's wrong.

Kayla, this is your
third time taking my class.

I thought you said you
loved having me in your class.

The first time, yeah.

But I don't want to
fail you a third time.

I know it's been a hard few
years for you and your family.

That kind of loss, I can't even-

No.

It's okay.

I'll pair up with Lenore.

But if I get murdered,

you'll have to tell my grandmama
I told you so.

You're not going
to get murdered!

Oh god, please don't
get murdered.

Your mystery friend will not be
able to resist

my 12 grain smoothie,

because I won't let her.

She's not my friend,

we're just working on
a school project together.

I need you to not be weird.

I'm not weird.

I believe the politically
correct term is quirky.

Oh, I'm designing a logo
for a cruise company.

I'm trying to get inspired.

Dad, can you please not
be quirky in front of Kayla?

I'll have you know that
this quirky guy's side hustle

inspired you to design
clothing, young lady.

Honey, I love you,

but you screen print punny
T-shirts in the basement.

These punny T-shirts

are going to put
Lenore through college.

Really?

Well, that and my full-time job,
and your full-time job.

Okay, I need a taste tester.

Pass.

Come on, you don't know
what you're missing.

This smoothie will
boost your metabolism

and has a day's worth
of grains in one glass.

And tastes like
a rabbit threw up.

I thought I said
that in my head.

- I'll get it.
- Wait, Mom!

- Yeah?
- Hold on! Stop!

Hi, is Lenore home?

- Yes, and you must be...
- This is Kayla.

My god, she speaks.
Hello, partner.

Come in.

So many colors.

Ahoy there, Kayla.

Lenore, who is
Captain Jamba Juice

and what is he
doing in your home?

Dad, we talked about this.

I'm just being polite.

Avast, ye matey!

Welcome.

Yeah, okay, that's
not going to work.

Wow.

You really like dolls.

- What?
- Dolls.

They're everywhere.

Oh, yeah.

Do you collect them or
make them talk to each other?

I don't make them
talk to each other.

Okay, I wasn't judging,
I just think it would be

really cool if that was
the way that you communicated.

I don't use dolls
to communicate.

Obviously not.

Look at us,
talking like old friends.

Speaking of things you
would give old friends,

do you have any snacks?

You want my mom's
12 grain smoothie?

My max is 10.

My sneaky hero.
What else you got?

- Nothing.
- That good, huh?

Kayla, there's nothing.
I don't have any more snacks.

Lenore, we're biology partners.

No secrets here!

Where did you get all of these?

Nowhere.

- You stole them!
- What?

Yeah, no wonder you don't talk.

Scared of being identified

in this fashion smuggling
ring you've got going on.

Kayla!

There was an unmarked van
out front when I got here.

Do you think that
they're watching your house?

What?

Off the record, I would
make a great accomplice.

I made them, okay?

You made them?

Yeah.

How can you make all these
clothes and dress like...

Okay, don't take
this the wrong way,

but you kind of dress like
a widowed mall walker.

How can I not take
that the wrong way?

It's constructive criticism.

Whenever I see you wearing
your grief tracksuit,

I can't help but
picture an old woman

stress walking
through the food court

trying to forget the beau
that she lost at sea.

Who taught you how to
do all this, anyway?

My dad.

Skipper?

Yeah, he's a graphic designer,

so he taught me
how to make outfits

for my paper dolls
when I was a kid.

I got pretty obsessed,
so he got me a sewing machine,

and I kind of figured
it out on my own.

You definitely did.
Why don't you wear them?

My clothes are fine.

Well, mine aren't.

They never have anything
I want in my size.

But if I could wear
something like this,

something that
fits and looks good

and has enough wiggle
room for my ma'ams.

Ma'ams?

It's what I call my boobs.

Lenore, can you make me a dress?

Why?

Why not?

You have all these
beautiful clothes

just sitting in your closet.

Why not make one for me?

I've never made clothes
for someone else before.

Lenore, please, please, please!

- No!
- Do I have to get on my knees?

What? Oh my god.

Please, please, please,
please, please, please!

Fine!

I will make you one dress.

I knew you'd say yes.

Would you have let me say no?

Absolutely not,

but it's about making you
feel like there's an option.

So, I like the waist on this
one and the train on this one.

Seriously?

You're right, a full
train might be too much.

And I want to look
glamorous, you know?

My grandmama is obsessed

with old Hollywood films
and crime dramas.

I want to look drop
dead, but not dead dead.

This really couldn't wait?

And I don't want, like, sleeves,

but I don't want it
to be strapless, you know?

Okay, that sounds
like off the shoulder

with a sweetheart neckline.

Just when I thought
you couldn't take up

any more space, Kayla.

Is that a fat joke?

Am I fat?

Why didn't you tell me?

- Sorry.
- I feel sorry for you.

Break up with her already.

Kyle!

I'll see you later.

Where were we?

Too ketchup-y.

Too Muppet-y.

Uh-huh, too perfect.

My god, babe, don't
smile like that.

Oh my god!

I love her dress!

No you don't.

- Kayla looks good.
- Ew!

Kyle, disgusting.

It's a miracle.

Kayla finally found a store
that stocks her size.

Actually,
a friend made it for me.

It's couture.

Your friend's a designer?

Lenore Miller.

She's going to be
so big one day.

If Lenore Miller
gets any bigger,

she won't fit
through the doorway.

Make all the fat jokes
you want about me, Sylvie,

but leave Lenore alone.

Whatever.

Hi!

Do you think that Lenore
can make me a dress?

Like, very, very secretly?

I'm her muse, not her manager.

Ask her.

-Okay, so where is she?

She's in...

Whenever you're ready.

Blue whales can be up to...

100 feet long and 180 tons,

making them the largest and
heaviest living animal today.

Ms. Hall, does this
presentation

count as whale watching?

Hey, knock it off!

You know what my favorite thing

about blue whales is, Lenore?

No.

Blue whales are big.

That means they can crush you,

and they wouldn't even notice
because they're too busy

living their fabulous
deep sea lives

to even notice their
inconsequential haters!

- Haters?
- She means predators.

I meant what I said.

Well, that was illuminating.

Thank you, ladies.

I didn't know you were
such a whale advocate.

I'm not, but we've
got to stick together.

However, whales are
majestic creatures,

like me in this dress.

I'm glad you like it.

I love it.

I was going to come yell at you

about that Wikipedia-ass
presentation, but oh my god!

Oh my god, I made a friendship!

- Lunch?
- Sure.

So, for my next outfit,

I was thinking we
could do something-

Next outfit?

Girl, we're just
getting started.

- Don't say no yet.
- No!

Sorry, reflex.

What is it?

The Fashion Institute's
New Designer Showcase.

What about it?

So designers from all
over the country enter,

and if you get in,
you can show your designs off

to buyers and
judges and everyone.

I know what it is.

Everyone in fashion follows
the FINDS competition,

but what does it
have to do with me?

You should enter.

You're not laughing.

You entering the FINDS
competition isn't a joke.

You must have thought of it.

I mean, sure. Someday.

Why not today?

Because I'm not a real designer.

So what have I been wearing?

Have I been roaming
the streets naked?

Nobody is naked.
No one is naked.

Can you please not
shout about being naked?

Only if you convince
Lenore to apply to this.

Oh, oh, you have to do this.

You could get other kids
from the school involved,

and it would mean
more friendships!

And the winner gets to
show off their designs

at New York Fashion Week.

This could legit make you.

All you need are
four design sketches,

photos of the finished outfits,
and a personal statement.

We got this. I'll organize
the photo shoot.

You two tackle that
personal statement.

We'll make the judges weep.

- That's my girl!
- I haven't said yes!

I have to think about it, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

You said you'd give
me space to decide.

I am giving you space to decide.

But since we're on the topic
that you brought up,

why won't you say yes?

Because I just started making
clothes for other people.

They only accept three
designers a year,

so there is no way that
I'm going to get in, okay?

Almost got it? Nope?

Aw, is mama's girl gonna cry?

Mommy's little girl! Hey, hey!

Too late!

Hey!

Leave Diamond alone.

What are you going to do
about it, cripple?

Don't call her that, dude.

Someone might record it and
you won't get into college.

Here's the deal.

My wheelchair goes
10 miles per hour.

Your crotch is right
at punching level,

and I have incredible aim.

And we all know you only
have one ball, Tyler.

No, see, no, that's not true.

Yes it is, dude.

There's no shame.

I just gotta know, are you
ready to lose the other one?

Three.

Two.

One.

That was amazing!

You just made a senior cry.

Um, thanks.

You okay?

She in shock?

Diamond doesn't talk much.

Is she slow?

She's shy, and brilliant.

Stanford's physics
department has been trying

to recruit her
since the 8th grade.

- Damn.
- Are they gone?

No thanks to you, Tina.

You know I'm not
allowed to fight.

- Why?
- Who'd you beat up?

Myself, mostly.

I move through this world
like a drunk baby giraffe.

Hi!

Aw.

I don't got it!

Why were they calling
you a mama's girl?

Wow, you really just
gave that to them, huh?

Hey, it's not Diamond's fault.

She can only wear kids' clothes.

Okay, so let me
get this straight.

You're entering a
fashion competition.

You want us to be your models.

- Yes.
- If we do it.

But we're not models.

Do I look like a typical
fashion model to you?

Lenore will work
her fashion magic.

Actually, I take very
specific measurements

and tailor everything
to your body.

Like I said, magic,

and she'll make your
dream outfit come true.

Marcy, if you could have
any outfit in the world,

what would it be?

A pair of jeans
that actually fit.

I'm talking dream outfit.

So am I.

Sorry.

It's fine.

I do have a dream outfit,

I just seriously doubt you
could do it, no offense.

Try me.

Okay, I want a suit.

A jade green suit,
perfectly tailored to me.

I want to look and feel so
good that the girls here

finally see me the
way I see myself.

Which is?

A future queer icon.

Okay, I see that.

But I totally
understand if you can't.

I can do that.

Really?

Yeah, I mean, we probably
won't get into the competition,

but at least you all will have
clothes you actually love.

What do you think?

- We're in.
- They're in!

They're in!

I am so invested, you guys.

- Hey, sweetheart.
- Hi, Dad.

- Hi.
- Hello.

You can check in the cupboard.

Hello.

Lenore, do you have any water?

- Hi there.
- I am so thirsty.

How's it going?

Um, hey, honey?

Do I need glasses, or are
your friends multiplying?

Both, you had a 10
minute conversation

with the neighbor's
dog yesterday.

- True.
- Come on.

Okay, glad you're having fun.

Okey-doke.

Uh, honey, I think you
left someone behind.

Making me nervous.

Oh, I get it.

Oh, bring it.

Did you seriously
do all these today?

I got excited.

I like the cut on this one.

That's en empire waist.

Of course it is. I'm regal.

It just means it sits
higher up on the waist.

It's, like,
universally flattering.

You're universally flattering.

Okay, let's take
some measurements.

Oh, me first!

Keep eyes open!

- Stepladder?
- Hall closet.

Thanks.

Okay.

Wow.

Okay.

You blinked.

Butter churn, it's a classic.
Butter churner.

Oh my god,
it's so minimalistic!

- Want another one?
- Yeah!

- Okay.
- Get in there!

Why are you encouraging this?

Your face is on
my neighbor's lawn!

Your face is in my house.

Mrs. Miller,
we were just going to leave.

So yeah, file out.

- Call me later.
- Thanks for coming by.

Not about the
homework, though.

Is that your mom?
All right.

- Okay, come back tomorrow.
- This is crazy!

Did you at least order salad?

Yeah, I tried, but they
were out of all lettuce.

Honey, you okay?

The Turner house
just isn't moving.

I need to do better, so.

- I wasn't done.
- How many slices did you have?

A couple.

Your physical is next week,

and you remember what
the nutritionist said.

One slice is a serving.

Well, I mean, everybody
else had more than one slice.

Well, you're not everyone else.

Honey, I'm...

Great, I can't sell houses,
and my daughter hates me.

This is the part where you,

the eternal optimist,
correct me.

You're great at selling houses.

Do you think I like being
the bad cop all the time?

No, I...

Who the hell do
they think they are?

We got you, we got you.

Lenore, hi!

I'm writing a piece on
you for the school paper.

- About me?
- Yes!

I would love to write
a piece about you

making me this kind of catsuit
that I've been dreaming of.

Honor!

My time will come.

I don't want you girls
to get too excited,

but I reached out to my
second cousin twice removed

that's a photographer at Vogue,

and she was busy.

But I did work a
not so minor miracle

and I give you your photo shoot!

This is
just your classroom.

With the setup
for school pictures.

It is, and all I
had to do was promise

the owner Vlad that
I would go with him

to his grandma's
90th birthday party

so she wouldn't mock
him for being alone.

- Just like Vogue!
- Right?

Thanks, Ms. Hall.

So I guess we'll
start with Marcy?

Lenore, do you
think I'd do all this

and not get you a
great photographer?

I really don't
want to answer that.

Charlie, I was just
telling the girls

what an amazing
photographer you are.

You are good, right?

- I'm good.
- Good, good, that's great.

Now make some magic.

Hey.

So you're a
fashion photographer?

Technically, the
people I photograph

are always wearing clothes.

I mean, I really
like your clothes.

I mean the clothes you make.

But your clothes are fine too.

She gets it, she gets it.

What I'm saying is,
you lead, I follow.

I'm sure whatever pictures
you take will be great.

What do you want people to see

when they look at your clothes?

What do you see?

Confidence.

Power.

That they're
capable of anything.

That's how I feel when I see
all of you in my designs.

That's how I feel
in your designs.

Well, if our fearless
designer wants confidence,

let's give her confidence.

It smelled really bad,
so I was like...

Oh.

What the hell is this?

Lenore's entering
the fashion contest.

The girls are her models.

It's me, bitches!

Okay, okay!

Ms. Hall!

I would love to do
a piece on the girls

for the school paper,
can you send me

the photos from the
shoot once you're done?

Y'all want to be
in the school paper?

Yeah!

We'll take that
free press, baby.

Wow, I didn't know you
write for the school paper.

I've dreamed of doing
that since this morning.

I don't. Let's go.

Okay, so we uploaded
Lenore's sketches, the photos.

- Which look damn good.
- Thanks to Charlie.

Thanks to you!

Seriously, two girls
gave me their numbers,

which beats my
normal record by two.

Nice.

And the jeans you made me
actually reach my ankles!

Not like these ones.

And I know I'm
Mommy's best girl,

but nobody else has to.

What she said.

So all we have left is
the personal statement.

Lenore Miller,
why should your collection

be in the Fashion
Institute's show?

Tell us, tell us!

Because it would be nice.

Oh, the other designers
should just quit right now,

because you got this in the bag.

I don't like talking
about myself, okay?

Make me feel like I'm bragging.

You should brag!

You are the designer
behind Empire Waist!

What's Empire Waist?

Your fashion line.

Universally flattering,
just like you.

- I love that.
- I love it!

It's time for the
girls to go home, Lenore.

Unless they
want to pay rent,

which would be very
welcome income.

I'm too young to pay rent.

Wait, what about the essay?

I can't do that without you.

Yes you can.

But I'll start you off.

Voila.

Thank you.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Goodnight!

Loving your body just as it is,
is a radical act.

Empire Waist.

Why can they
never start these on time?

Hey, sweetheart.
How're you doing?

You're supposed to
be in the waiting room.

This is just a physical.

She texted me.

You need your one dad
cheering squad, huh?

That's a nice smock.

Hey, wow, we have a full house
in here, huh?

Lenore, can you hop up
on the scale for me?

Okay.

All right.

That's higher than last year.

We can run some blood tests,

make sure everything's
working properly.

We know what the reason is.

- Her eating is out of control.
- Rachel, come on.

I just want to
start off by saying

this could have been much worse.

- Who did this?
- Who do you think?

Why is there a picture of me?

Charlie must have taken it.

Plus side, it's a great photo.

I look huge.

I'm disgusting.

Lenore!

Out of my way!

- Lenore?
- Don't touch me!

Okay.

Okay, just breathe.

This is a Sylvie issue,
not yours.

Trust me, just focus on the
designs and the competition-

No!

Don't you understand?

None of this would have happened

if you had just left me alone!

- Lenore!
- I can't breathe.

Lenore!

Lenore!

What are you in for?

Panic attack. You?

I think my zit might be cancer.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Oh, you found her.

Sweetheart.

How are you feeling?

What happened?

Baby, it's okay.

Oh, baby.

Lenore, those girls are
just jealous of your talent.

Imagine their faces when
you win the competition!

What competition?

It's for the Fashion Institute.

I applied to their
showcase for new designers.

It's what the pictures are for.

Why didn't you tell me about it?

I knew you wouldn't have
let me do it, so I just-

Honey, you're just not ready

for that kind of pressure,
that's all.

I submitted the application.

Dad said I could, so I thought-

Wait, your dad knows about this?

Yes.

Let's just talk about
this when we get home, okay?

Let's go. Now, please.

Lovely to meet you.

I'm a big fan, okay?

You can do anything.

So can I go home too?

Nathan!

No!

I'm good at this, Mom.

I am a good designers
and I want to be a great one,

and this competition
can get me there.

Did you hear me? I
said that I'm good!

I know that you're good.

But it won't matter
that you're good,

because people aren't
going to see your talent.

They're just going to see you.

Why is it always
about my weight, Mom?

Because I don't want
to lie to you, Lenore.

I don't want to send
you out in the world

saying that nobody's going
to judge you as you are,

because I know that
that is not true.

I mean, look what
happened today.

I cannot let you get
hurt like that again.

Honey, do you think I like
working out all the time?

Yes?
I don't.

I do it because I have to.

Your grandmother always told me,

people judge your body before
they judge your body of work,

and it hurt to hear that,
but I knew that it was true.

So I'm going to ask you,

do you think people are
going to take you seriously

based on how you look right now?

No.

Do you want to
be taken seriously?

Yes.

Let's set you up for success.
Let me help you.

We can work out together,

we can follow a
diet plan together,

and then we can reapply again
next year, what do you say?

Okay.

It's going to be so
worth it, I promise.

What is this fat shaming crap?

It's a public
service announcement.

Being fat is not something
to be flaunted, Kayla.

It's unhealthy, right?

But policing your
friends' food is?

It's called discipline.

You and Lenore
should really try it.

I mean, you actually
used to be pretty

before you, you know gave up.

Anyways, everyone
at the competition

would really just
see you as a joke,

so I'm really doing
you both a favor.

Yeah, by destroying
the confidence

of a girl with actual talent.

You're a real hero.

She'll thank me later.

Kyle!

It's not funny.

What is wrong with you?

Sylvie!
Principal's office, now!

Sorry, guys. You're great.

Hey babe, I'm home.

Well, guess what?

I still suck at bowling.

You know what they say,
split happens.

Split happens!

- What is this?
- Are you happy now?

Who did this?

The girls at school.

Well, when she wins

at the game of life-

I know about the competition.

Good, wow, that's great.

It's pretty cool, right? Huh?

No, it's not cool.

She's not doing it.

You want her to quit
because some teen psychopath

with heinous layout
skills says she should?

No, I don't want
her to go out there

and get her heart broken.

No one is going to
take her seriously.

I take her seriously.

You didn't see her today!

I see her every day!

I see her struggling

to make herself as small
as physically possible

so she doesn't take up space,

when she is just so amazing
just the way she is.

You don't get it!
It is different for girls!

Lenore finally understands that.

The competition
is off the table.

We will reapply again next year

after she's taken
better care of herself.

We even signed up for
a gym on the way home.

You really think
that she loses weight

and everything is just
going to be better?

Yes.

Rach, no.

If she hates herself now,

she's going to hate
herself forever.

It doesn't matter
how much she weighs.

- You don't know that.
- Yes I do.

Look at you. Look at this.

All you see when you
look in this mirror

is what you need to fix,
and it breaks my heart.

Why do you feel like
you need to change?

Listen.

I love you,
and I'll always be here for you,

but I can't bear to see
you treat our daughter

the way you treat yourself.

Unit two, people.

There is not a pop quiz
tomorrow.

Okay, bye.

Lenore, I had no idea,
honey. I...

Hey! Sorry, man, I gotta run.

- Hey!
- Leave me alone.

God, you're fast.

- What, for a fat person?
- What?

No, I swear, I didn't know
Sylvie was going to do that.

Ms. Hall got her
suspended and everything.

Good. It still sucked.

Are you crying?

No, I'm sweating.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm not exactly a runner!

Okay, thank god.
I'm crap with crying.

Sweating, I can handle.

So I had an idea about
the competition photos.

Oh, I'm not doing
the competition.

You didn't get in?

Okay, first of all,
they're idiots.

-Second of all-
-No, I'm still in the running.

The judges requested an
editorial book or something.

But I'm not doing it.

You're quitting?

But your designs are amazing.

It's not just about the clothes.

Oh.

I know what it is.

It was my photos.

In my defense,
no one photographs well

in fluorescent lighting, okay,
but we can do so much better.

Look, I've been doing
research on past winners.

You know,
looking at their portfolios.

It looks amazing, and expensive.

No, it doesn't have to be.

See, you're looking
at the low budget king

of scrappy photo shoots.

If they want editorial,
we can give them editorial.

Please don't give up.

You deserve to have
your work showcased

like a real designer,
because you are one.

- Okay.
- Yes!

Okay, I know a great
spot by the lake.

Great.

I love water.

What?

I love water?

Shut up, shut up, shut up!

Silence is physically
impossible for me.

You know that.

So, what are you going
to wear on your date?

It's not a date,
it's a photo shoot,

and he's just being nice.

Yeah, I bet that boy wants
to be real nice to your face.

Stop!

It's just another photo shoot,

and I will wear
what I always wear.

You're a designer, Lenore.

You can literally make
any outfit you want.

But I don't
deserve to wear them!

What size do you have to
be to deserve to wear them?

10.

That's the size

of all those beautiful
clothes in your closet?

They're for when I
hit my goal weight.

Which is never going to happen.

I've tried to lose the weight.

I've been on diets
since I was 11.

Nothing ever works,
and I just...

I give up, get bigger.

I know that you're trying
to make me feel better,

but just because you say that
I'm fine the way that I am

doesn't mean I feel it.

I wasn't going to
say that you're fine.

I was going to say that
I love you just as you are.

Well, you shouldn't.
Nobody should.

Why not?

Because my mom said that-

Listen to me, Lenore Miller.

You are a beautiful and talented
and kind and loving girl.

But promise me something.

Make yourself
something for Saturday

that's beautiful
and that's actually your size.

Because you deserve to wear it.

Good.

- Look at you!
- You don't have to-

Lenore, this isn't
me blowing smoke

up that statement
piece of a booty.

You look incredible.

Let's go. Let's go, let's go.

Go, go!

Wait, wait wait wait
wait wait wait wait.

- What's going on here?
- What?

Are you going to church or
some kind of upscale funeral?

- No.
- Then why are you
covering up

your beautiful
creation with this?

I always cover up my arms.

It's a sleeveless dress.

But I don't like my arms.

That's it, I declare
the right to bare arms.

You're going to shoot
Lenore for wearing a cardigan?

I'm talking about
these bare arms.

They aren't meant
to be covered up,

and who cares if they
flap when I wave?

It's just an extra hello.

But what if other
people think they're ugly?

Forget other people.

Trust me, Lenore.

If you like the way
you look in your body,

no one else can bring you down.

Take it off! Yes!

- Okay.
- A million times better!

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Bro, where's my trailer?

Hair, makeup?

There's a public
bathroom around the corner,

but I wouldn't risk it.

Huh, roughing it.

You look...

I mean, your dress is really...

Purple.

Thanks.

It is.

Y'all deserve each other.

One more like that.

One more photo, you and me.

Oh, but-

We don't have any
photos together,

and I want to remember
this moment with you.

Let's do it.

That's a wrap.

Cool, thank you guys.

Lenore, you want to look
through the photos with me?

- Sure, yeah.
- I want to see!

Okay, let's give the
artistes some space,

and you and I can talk about
how to read very clear signals.

I was hit in the face
with a signal flare once!

Wow, everyone looks so good.

Because you're a great designer.

Thanks.

Seriously, it's
like a superpower.

And it's way cooler
than what I do.

Photography is cool.

I mean, my other hobby.

Which is?

Are you okay?

I'm part of a LARPing club.

LARPing?
Live action role playing.

Oh, that's the thing
where people run around

dressed like
wizards and knights.

And warlocks and elves
doing spells, yeah.

I've never seen you hang out

with those kids
at school before.

I wish I was as
confident as them.

A bunch of us hang
out in the park

a couple towns over on weekends.

This is my cape.

Did you hot glue this?

Maybe.

No, no way.

You deserve a
properly sewn cape.

- You don't have to do that.
- I want to, as a thank you.

What are you doing?

Kissing you.

Why?

- Is this some kind of joke?
- Why would it be a joke?

I should go.

- Hey.
- Thanks for the pictures.

I'm going to need
you to reschedule

your doll slumber
party for tonight.

Why? Also, I'm not having
a doll slumber party.

Because Kyle invited
us a to a real party.

Wait, like Sylvie's Kyle?

Yeah, Sylvie's ex Kyle.

He broke up with her
after all that flier crap

because somebody has taste.

Do you like him?

Only for like a
very brief two years.

Plus our couple name, Kyla,

would be grossly cute.

Well, you should totally go.

But I think I'm just going
to stay here tonight.

So, that photographer
tried to kiss you, huh?

Charlie told you?
Of course he told me.

He's scared of me, and he's
worried that he freaked you out.

- Great.
- Because he likes you.

He shouldn't.

Because he couldn't
like someone who's fat?

No, I don't mean-

Fat isn't a bad word, Lenore.

Just in the mouths of people

who think it makes
you less of a person.

See?

I don't know how
you're so cool with it.

I wasn't always, especially
not after the 6th grade

when I gained 30 pounds.

Dancers were not supposed
to look like that.

You were a dancer?

I wasn't just a dancer.

I was the best.

Sylvie's mom ran the studio.

She was this former
professional dancer,

and I wanted to be her so
badly, and I could've been.

She said nobody
else moved like me.

Sylvie hated me for it.

But after I gained the weight,
it was awful.

Sylvie's mom said I was
ruining my potential,

that dancers had
to have discipline

when it came to their bodies.

But no matter what I did,
I couldn't lose the weight.

I just felt so wrong
in my own body.

So I quit.

What happened
after you quit?

Sat around, ate my feelings,
got bigger.

You know the drill.

Yeah, I do.

My mom and grandmama
didn't get it.

My mom always said that
my hips were her gift to me.

But my dad...

He was heartbroken.

He was that embarrassing
parent at the recitals

yelling, that's my girl!

He got sick when
I was a freshman.

Pancreatic cancer, really bad.

I hardly went to class.

I just wanted to spend all
my time with him before...

Even with all the treatments,

he never stopped pushing me
to get back into the studio.

Then he was gone.

Kayla, I am so sorry.

Me too.

Because he knew
that I didn't need

the perfect body to dance.

The only person
saying that I couldn't

because of the way
that I looked was me.

And I know that you do the
same thing to yourself.

Lenore, I am powerful and worthy

just as I am,

and you are too.

- We're different.
- How?

Because I hate myself.

Everything that I see is
wrong and disgusting and huge,

and it's my fault.

I know that I can't change

the way that you
feel about yourself,

but it breaks my heart to know
that you can't give yourself

what you've given everyone else.

Free clothes?

Confidence.

Party's at nine if
you change your mind.

Excuse me, sorry.

Sorry.

You made it!

Everybody, clear a path!

My best friend has arrived!

The dolls kicked me out.

They're so fake.

So we think Diamond's in love.

Speaking of lovers, Charlie!
Get my girl a drink.

On it.

She was saying how
she wants to date me.

I don't know how you're going
to come back from this, man.

Come back from what?

Your fat girl fetish thing.

I don't have a fat girl fetish.
Kayla's incredible.

Incredibly large.

Look, I'm just the messenger,

but everybody's
talking about it.

Kayla's hot.

I'll prove it to you.

Kyle wants to go upstairs.

So Codename Kyla is a go!

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

You want to dance?

I don't really dance.

Yeah, no, me neither.

Want to dance anyway?

Um...

- Yeah, okay. Let's do it.
- All right.

Hey, current queer icon.

I made the FIND semifinals.

We made the FIND semifinals!

Yes! I'm so excited for us!

I can't wait to tell Kayla!

Where the hell have you been?

Everyone has been talking about

how Kyle and Kayla
went upstairs together!

I know, I know!

That's why I've been
getting intel on Kayla.

And?

Did you know that
Kayla is an Aries?

And that Marcy
smells like magic?

It's not funny!

I have a present for you.

Aw. Give it to me!

Oh. You think that
Lenore made her bra, too?

If that's what Kyle is into,

then everyone else
should know it too.

What?

What is it?

Kayla!

Kayla!

Kayla! Kayla, are you in here?

- Kayla!
- Whoa!

Lenore!

Did you hear Kyle rip my zipper
from all the way downstairs?

- Are you serious?
- Jesus, it's just a zipper.

No, it's you sending
a private photo of Kayla

to a hundred people.

- I sent it to one person.
- Who sent it to everyone.

Why are we whispering?

I have to go.

God, what is going on?

Biology partners, Lenore,
remember?

We don't keep secrets.

There's...

There's a photo going around.

I want to see.

Kayla, it's a photo of you.

Okay, come on,
let's get you out of here.

Here.

Show me.

I don't...

Show me!

Why would Kyle do this?

There you are, Kayla.

I should've warned
you about Kyle.

He's not a big fan
of heavy lifting.

Kayla!

Kayla!

Kayla, Kayla!
Leave me alone.

Can I help you?

Mama, she's not a Girl Scout.

What's wrong with Girl Scouts?

It's okay, it's okay.

I'm Lenore Miller.

I'm Kayla's friend from school.

The designer!

Kayla talks about you
all the time.

I just came to check on her.

She hasn't been at school,
so I'm a little worried.

You're very kind.

She's okay, but she's
not up to seeing friends.

I understand.

Would you mind giving
her this, please?

Of course.

Thank you, it was
nice meeting you.

Wait, are you hungry?

Thank you so much
for checking in, Ms. Hall.

Yep, yep, she got the homework.

Mm-hm, mm-hm.

And the handmade card.

Yes, yes, I will let her know

that you look forward to her
coming back to class soon.

Mm-hm, okay. Okay, bye.

That woman is a blessing.

This is really good.

Kayla's favorite.

I'm hoping the smell will
lure her out of her room,

like in a cartoon.

Lenore?

I came to see if you were okay.

You two talk,
and I won't be listening,

directly from around the corner.

And eat something, please.

So when are you
coming back to school?

Never.

I can't go back
there, not after...

Not after what happened.

Kayla, I am so sorry.

Stop apologizing.

- I want to fix this.
- You can't.

I mean, how am I supposed
to face everyone

when I can't even
look at myself?

But you always said
that it didn't matter-

Forget what I said.

I was wrong and I was stupid,

and now I know better.

What is this sweater?

Sylvie, we need to talk.

Of course.

Everyone, quiet down.

Lenore has something big to say.

What you three did to Kayla
at that party was awful.

Really?

I thought it was hilarious.

Kayla is confident and kind,

and she would do
anything for her friends,

and the fact that you
keep going after her

over and over and
over can only mean

that you really hate yourself.

Excuse me?

You know, I think that you
have been jealous of Kayla

for a really long time,

because she loves herself

just the way that she is,

and she loves her friends
exactly as we are.

She doesn't try and
change us or control us,

and we love her for that.

Kayla would never
tear other people down

to make herself feel better.

And you don't have to, either.

Sylvie, it doesn't
make you strong.

It just makes you lonely.

- Maybe she's right, Sylvie.
- Shut up!

No.

I am tired of you
telling me to shut up

and telling me what to eat.

Lenore doesn't do
that with her friends.

Fine, then go be friends
with Lenore and her freaks!

Lenore, will you
make me a dress?

Very, very not secretly?

You all suck!

Stop looking at me.

What?

My legacy!

- Dad! Dad!
- What's wrong?

Absolutely nothing! Dad, Dad!

Dad, I got in! I got in!

You got in?

You got in, you got in!

Got into what?

I actually have the
exact same question.

To FIND, the Fashion Institute's
New Designer Showcase!

Whoa!

That's amazing,
I knew you could do it!

I didn't, but it's real,
it's real!

I'm one of only three
designers chosen,

and I get to show my whole line.

You have a whole line?

Well, not yet, but I
get to show eight looks,

and I have this whole
collection planned in my head.

Oh my god.

That's a lot, are you
sure that you're ready?

I mean...

- I'm just-
- I know you're scared, Mom.

No, I...

This is... this is right for me.

You don't have to come to
the show if you're nervous.

Actually, it's
probably better for me

if you don't come at all.

Dad can take me, right?

Well, we can discuss
this, but of course.

I wouldn't miss
it for the world.

Oh man, I feel
like a pageant dad!

I have to tell Kayla.

I have to tell Kayla!

Kayla! Kayla!

I told you, I'm not going
back to school.

But you really can't
miss this, Kayla.

Grandmama, Girl Scouts!

Open the door.

Fine, I'll talk and you listen,

which is honestly
very weird for us.

Kayla, I am not your friend

just because you
stand up for me.

I am your friend
because you inspire me,

every single day.

Please.

What happened at that party

would bring most people
down, but not you.

Do you know how I know that?

Because you are strong.

You are brave.

You are worthy and loved
exactly as you are.

There would be no Empire
Waist without you, Kayla.

And if you hadn't encouraged
me to apply to FINDS,

we wouldn't have gotten in.

Kayla, did you hear me?

We got in!

Of course we did.
I told you we would.

I know.

I didn't believe you.

That's on you.

Well, then open the door
so we can get started.

What if they laugh at me again?

What if I freeze, Lenore?

Then I will be there right
beside you, no matter what.

And if you're worried about
me leaving you hanging

in front of a crowd,
I actually told Sylvie

that she hates herself in front
of the whole school today.

What?

I can't do this
without you, Kayla.

I won't do this without you.

I'm in.

We've got one month
to do this thing.

Can you design a
line in one month?

Kayla, I can do anything.

Lenore?

What?

I think we found our models.

I got friends!

So Marcy's shoulder to
wrist is about 18 1/2.

All right, thank you all.
See you tomorrow.

Bye, Lenore.

Bye.

Is it too late to stop by?

No, we just wrapped
up our final fitting.

I just wanted to, you know,

come by and wish you good luck,

and give you this.

This is my lucky elven coin.

Thank you.

Don't lose it.

Or lose it.

I mean, I don't care.

I care so much.

Oh, I have something
for you, too.

- I made some improvements.
- What?

This is incredible, thank you!

Oh, here, let me.

I got this, I got this.

Here, let's get the full effect.

Got to get the full twirl.

Give it a spin, give it a spin.

- Thank you.
- Of course.

Lenore, are you dating a wizard?

Dad, this is Charlie.

- Hi, Charlie.
- And we're not dating.

Why not? You don't
want to date my daughter?

I am going to die right here.

You cannot die right now.

You've got a big show tomorrow.

Sorry, Dumbledore's got to go.

See you, yeah.

I would, though.

Like to date you.

Take you on a date, I mean.

I think that could be cool.

I'd like that.

Cool!

I'm going to go,
because you've got a show.

When did I start rhyming?

A wizard and a poet.

Dad, I swear!

- Win win.
- Oh my god!

Hey, will you make me a cape?

Fun fact, I have a little
history of aggressive driving,

so if I'm just going too fast,
spritz me with this.

Hopefully I feel it through
my blind rage and slow down.

- Good luck, sweetie.
- Thanks, Mom.

- See you.
- Good luck.

Bye.

- Bye, honey.
- Bye!

Tina, what does feel like
to be amongst your kind?

Honestly?

Bad.

Okay, let's go.

You okay?

Just taking care
of a rat problem.

You ready?

Do I have a choice?

Absolutely not,

but it's about making you
feel like there's an option.

Everyone,
please take your seats.

The show will begin shortly.

- Mr. Miller, over here.
- Oh, hey.

Hey, saved you some seats.
Oh, thanks so much.

That's all us.

You saved them with your capes.

We did.
You own a lot of capes.

Hello, everybody.

Welcome, welcome.

So good to see all of you, hi.

Welcome, everybody.

I am Stacy London.

Welcome to the
Fashion Institute's

New Designer Showcase,

a debut for tomorrow's
fashion superstars.

Okay, first up,
we have Naomi Simpson

with her collection
about waste renewal.

Don't talk trash, just wear it.

That can't be comfortable.

Next up, we have
astronaut turned designer

Costas Elias with his collection

he says is inspired
by the stars.

Got to admit,
that's pretty good.

There may be no
sound in space,

but there's definitely style.

Wow.

I would totally wear that.

Next up, we have Lenore Miller

and her collection,
Empire Waist.

You can do it, Diamond.
You can do it.

Come on!

Is she okay?

I got this.

Diamond,
who's Mommy's best girl?

I am.

Yes!

You made it.

She did it!

Now, Lenore says
that her collection

is about celebrating bodies.

Aside from creating a great fit,

everyone who wears her
clothes can feel powerful.

Couple goals!

Just so elegant,
it's like she's floating.

Tina! Woo!

Woo, Empire Waist!

Hey, baby!

That's my daughter.

Yeah, Lenore!

Wasn't that amazing?

Thank you guys so much,
all of you, for coming.

Let's give it up for
our three designers

and their exquisite collections.

Oh, thank god.

And the winner of
the Fashion Institute

New Designer Showcase is...

Naomi Simpson for her
collection on waste renewal.

I'm sorry, what?

Oh man, you're kidding me.

Lenore?

Lenore?

Are you okay?

That was awesome!

Oh my god!

Oh my god,
you were all in my clothes!

They looked so...

And Kayla, Kayla!

You looked so beautiful
in that final pose!

That was single-handedly

the greatest moment
of my entire life!

Lenore Miller?

Yes, yes, yes, yes!

This is Lenore Miller,
and she was robbed!

- Mom? Mom, calm down.
- I will not calm down!

What you did out there was art!

That other one was, what,
an ode to a Glad trash bag?

Like, literal garbage!

You were incredible!

- I am so proud of you.
- Thank you, Mom.

I can't believe
I tried to stop you.

- I'm so sorry.
- Sorry to interrupt, but-

Excuse me, I'm
trying to have a moment

with my daughter, please.

I'd be careful if I were you.

She took out two security
guards to get back here.

I'm a buyer from
Color Contrasts,

and I love your designs.

I'm interested in buying

a few pieces from
Lenore's collection.

Well, you'd have to
talk to our manager first.

Who's your manager?

It's you.

Well, Empire Waist
already has a few offers,

but we'd be happy to hear yours.

And you, I'll be watching
out for your modeling career.

Let's go talk contracts,
shall we?

She's so sexy
when she negotiates.

She wants to buy my clothes!

She said I was a model!

- You are a model!
- I know. But she said it!

I always knew you were
going to be a success,

from the moment
I discovered you.

You were looking for
snacks in my closet.

And recognized a star.

If you could have
any superpower in the world,

what would it be?

Flight?

Super strength?

- I can't believe it!
- Oh my god!

That was incredible!
You were amazing!

- I was?
- Always be closing.

That's you!

My babies' lives
are changed forever!

Well, I already
have my superpower.

It's me.

Did y'all hear that?

- No.
- Weird.