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JOAN: One time I dreamt I had this sea turtle named Lady

who could talk,

and we did everything together.

(CHUCKLES)

Including talk.

We played cards and swam and ate junk food.

When I woke up, I missed her so much,

even though she was never real.

I mean, especially because...

Because she w-wasn't real.

But Judith was real, Joan.

Lady, the sea turtle, was this

exotic,

magical creature.

She belonged to me. Nobody else had a friend like her.

And then I actually

found someone who was like

a talking sea turtle.

I mean, she was magical

and exotic.

You're totally not following me here, are you?

It's normal to be angry with someone who dies. You feel abandoned.

So what happens in psychiatry school, hmm?

What, they suck out every original thought?

Now you're transferring your anger onto me.

No, I'm actually angry with you.

Do you know why?

Because you're a jerk.

I took God away from you.

(SCOFFS)

I destroyed that magical and exotic friendship.

More than ever, you wish he were real.

(CLOCK TICKING)

Lots of people believe in God

who are not crazy.

Isaac Newton, Bono,

pretty much anyone who wins an award.

Believing is one thing. Seeing is another.

Are you seeing him again?

So you think it went well?

It went fine.

And it helped to talk to him?

Mom, my friend died. I'm sad. Apparently that's normal.

Joan...

Mom, you wanted me to go talk to Dr. Dan. I went and talked to Dr. Dan.

I don't wanna see him anymore. Why not?

He has nose hair. That is not a reason.

You can't keep dragging me to the shrink every time something bad happens.

Oh, no! Oh!

This your car?

Yes.

Are you serious? $28? I...

I was just taking my daughter to see a counselor.

Mom! Just doing my job, ma'am.

Unbelievable!

(CAR LOCK BEEPS)

What? What can I tell you? Her meter ran out.

What?

Her time ran out.

Oh, really? That's your defense? Her time ran out?

That's the best you can do when it comes to the point of human existence?

"Sorry. Time's up."

Too bad about all those people you loved and all the plans you had.

You know, it must be really great

to know that your time is never gonna run out.

What?

(SIGHS) Never mind.

(CAR HORN HONKING) Coming!

Just drive.

(JOAN SIGHING)

♪ What if God was one of us?

♪ Just a slob like one of us

♪ Just a stranger on the bus

♪ Trying to make his way home

♪ Just trying to make his way home

♪ Just trying to make his way home

♪ Just trying to make his way home ♪

Too emotional to travel?

It's gonna sound great in the court when the jury's staring at my client.

End of the day, they would have done it in your living room.

I still don't understand why the kids have to participate.

No, it's good. This will work for us.

The more kids you have, the more lives that were ruined.

Tell 'em to load it up, too. Usually the deposition rule is monosyllables.

When it comes to describing the night of this accident,

I wanna hear violins playing.

Goes triple for you, kiddo.

No problem.

Chuck, we're onboard with the aggressive approach,

but this language upsets my wife.

I'll do all my own talking, Will.

Okay, then it upsets me.

Litigation, people, not synchronized swimming.

Mom, no pressure, but all the clothes I like are dirty. Sorry.

Joan, Chuck Kroner.

Our daughter, Joan, who's wearing her least favorite clothes.

Nice to meet you, Joan.

If you'll excuse me, I have to run.

In my profession, time actually is money.

(DOOR CLOSING)

What's with Captain Creepy?

Whatever it is, I am not going to therapy.

Look, I know it's a lot to ask. Dude,

licking your floors would be a lot to ask.

It's one dinner. No.

It's my birthday dinner. My dad makes lasagna.

Well, I'll get you a present.

Besides, someone we knew is actually dead.

How could you even think of celebrating?

It's dinner, Grace.

You know, n-nobody's gonna limbo or wear stupid hats.

You know, once your sister knows, the world knows.

We might as well get married. Joan won't figure it out.

(SCOFFS)

She's not that stupid.

Stupid, no. Self-absorbed?

Paris Hilton has more perspective.

Look, I'll just say we have to study later.

It's my 16th birthday, you know, the one where you get a car.

I mean, I'm just getting a diving watch,

but still, it's a watershed event.

I thought you were afraid of the ocean.

Grace, this is what I want for my birthday, okay?

Not a present, not a rain check,

not five more minutes of make-out time.

Shut up!

This is a deal-breaker, Grace.

I'm still having nightmares about Judith,

and now I have to go to this lawyer's office

and talk about Kevin's accident.

What did I do in my past lifetime, kill puppies?

Truly. Yeah.

You know, plus, this is the week Price is gonna analyze

the college counselor's report.

Are you kidding me? How could I hate my life more?

Tests are back today. What?

Way to bounce back after Judith.

Hey, it's a classic coping mechanism.

You'll do fine on the test. I quizzed you.

Wow. Did Lischak use her own blood?

What happened? I mean, you knew it.

I guess I just froze.

(EXCLAIMS)

I got lucky.

Look, it's just 'cause you're under a lot of stress.

Luke is stressed. Freidman is heartbroken.

FREIDMAN: (IN SING-SONG VOICE) Sweet! You so rock!

Yes!

Ooh, you're right, daddy!

I am incredibly stupid.

Physics is hard.

"Physics is hard"?

That's, like, the intellectual version of, "You're not fat."

Look, it's just your first test, okay?

You have plenty of time to make it up.

Next sentence could be your last.

Lischak gave it to me 'cause I helped her study.

That's all I was gonna say.

This is the deposition in the matter of Baker v. Girardi,

and today we're deposing Will Girardi.

If it pleases all parties, I would like Mr. Kroner to review some paperwork,

verify addresses and dates, that sort of thing, and then we'll begin.

Of course.

(DOOR OPENING)

LUKE: Dad, it is so cool.

It's got ram-air traction, rip-stop nylon.

I mean, you--you barely need a breeze to fly it.

It's, like, the perfect display of positive/negative air flow.

It's a kite. Yeah, and it's smarter than you.

And it's more interesting than you.

Guys, not today. Where's the Gatorade?

Hey, it's 4:30. You're not suited up.

I'll suit up at the gym. I got time.

You'll get benched. Henderson pulled a groin muscle.

Nobody else to carry the ball.

That's your work ethic?

Dad, it's football. It's not even my sport.

Baseball, I give 110 percent.

So you skim off the top elsewhere? What kind of a man are you?

The point is, you sign up to play, you give it everything.

Can I get the abbreviated lecture? You're gonna make me late.

You're already late, and this is not how I raised you to think.

You've been on me all day. Yeah, well, that's my job.

What's wrong now? This is between me and Kevin.

(SIGHING) I have to go. Whoa, whoa. We're not finished here.

He's gonna be late for the game, Will.

Helen, please. Please what?

You're always making excuses for him. You encourage him.

That's my crime? I encourage my son?

No. You baby him.

He's a man, and he needs to act like it.

And he can't do that if his mother's still making his bed.

Will, it's homecoming. Try not to ruin it for him. I'm ruining it?

Bye.

Kevin, don't you walk out on me!

I'm a man. I'm acting like it.

Hey, we're not finished here.

One day you're gonna get your ass kicked,

and there's a part of me that's looking forward to it!

Do you hear me?

Kevin!

LANGSTON: And we're ready to begin.

Mr. Girardi, if you would start by spelling your name.

Mr. Girardi?

Will, you okay? Need a minute?

No, I'm ready.

Spell your name for the record.

G-I-R-A-R-D-I.

I want sugar and I want it now.

The latest expose? Did somebody double-park?

I'm writing stuff down for the deposition.

Wait, were we supposed to prepare?

I thought we just show up and say yes or no.

That's your job. My testimony is gonna count for a lot.

Well, that's good, because I'm the dumb one.

Fast times at Arcadia High?

Guess I'm still just dealing with Judith.

I failed my Physics test.

Failed.

I mean, I've had D's before,

but once you see that F, it's like a whole other part of the alphabet.

Why are you even taking Physics?

'Cause I'm into quarks and stuff.

Because of Adam.

He's such a brainiac. I feel like I'm supposed to be one, too,

because he deserves a girlfriend who's as smart as he is.

Are we actually talking about stuff? It's not even 8:00 yet.

You can't do things to impress other people.

Yeah, because nothing in our society encourages that.

(LUKE SCATTING)

No singing.

(LAUGHS)

Sorry, but sometimes life is good.

Not in here, it isn't.

Is this about your F?

Is this about the Playboy magazines in your underwear drawer?

So what if you don't make Ivy League?

Is it really that big of a deal?

I mean, if George Bush is any indication...

Right. But I wanna go wherever you go.

I mean, that's still the plan, at least, right? Sure.

Yeah. I'm thinking second tier, you know? University of Texas, Austin.

A lot of great filmmakers came out of there. Wes Anderson, for example.

I could do Austin. We could learn how to two-step.

You know what I think about?

How much Judith is missing out on all this.

Miss Girardi, Mr. Price is ready for you.

Okay.

Wish me luck.

(TAPPING ON WINDOW)

Watching the PDA.

Good luck.

Try to remember who you are, Joan.

Coyly stated by the Almighty.

"Remember who I am." That's my assignment?

It's easy to get derailed when confronting your future.

Try to stay grounded.

And stand up straight. I didn't create you to slouch.

Go. Wait.

You know my future, so why do I have to go discuss it with Price?

That free will lecture just doesn't land with you, does it?

(PRICE CLEARING THROAT)

Growing old and dying in here, Ms. Girardi.

Works for me.

Ms. Girardi, I've received Mr. Tuchman's evaluation.

You've listed one of your major considerations

for your destination of higher learning as weather.

I'm not good with cold.

You failed your first AP Physics test.

Physics is hard.

Look, why--why don't you just tell me

what schools you think I have a shot with?

My first choice would be University of Texas, Austin.

UT is a fine school.

Unfortunately, they do have as one of their admissions criteria

evidence of brain activity.

But I got straight B's last semester.

Mmm. You were somewhat farther down the musical scale the year before.

Well, I mean, that was my old school. I was...

I was different then.

There's a reason they call it a permanent record, Ms. Girardi.

Any four-year college is out of your range.

I'm recommending Arcadia Community College.

(STAMMERING) No, no, no, no. I can't stay here.

I'm-- I'm going wherever Adam goes.

Adam Rove is a gifted student.

He has a promising future. I'm sure you don't wanna hold him back.

Good day, Ms. Girardi.

(SIREN WAILING)

So...

Talk to me.

I was deposed yesterday.

It brought a lot of stuff up.

I don't feel comfortable talking about it.

Okay.

Just thought I'd ask.

I'll redo the reports.

That's not the point.

The night of the accident...

It was homecoming weekend.

Kevin and I had been sniping at each other all day.

He was walking out the door and I said,

"You're gonna get your ass kicked,

"and I'm looking forward to it."

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

That's the last thing I said to my son before he was paralyzed.

So, you're guilty for being human.

It was a horrible thing to say.

People say horrible things to each other all the time.

Saying it didn't make the accident happen.

As my ex-husband was going out the door, I yelled after him,

"And I hope your..."

Kind of a John Bobbitt moment there, you know?

You know, when you get mad, you go for the weak spot.

I really think you can let yourself off the hook here, Will.

How's Helen dealing with this?

I didn't tell her about the Kevin thing. I didn't wanna upset her.

I think that was probably a good idea.

She has enough.

Still waiting to meet her, by the way.

Not quite convinced she's real.

We'll have you over for dinner soon.

Oh, well, don't get carried away. Nobody's gotta cook.

Well, we--we like it at our house.

Thanks for listening.

Thanks for talking.

LANGSTON: Mrs. Girardi,

we're asking you to revisit the evening of November 9, 2002.

Are you cognizant of the events on that evening?

Yes, I remember the night my son was paralyzed.

I know this is hard.

Can we skip the false concern?

(WHISPERING) Keep your eyes on the prize, Helen.

Sorry.

What was the question?

Did you speak with your son while he was at this homecoming party?

No. My husband did.

Are you coming to bed?

Eventually.

Good game tonight. He broke some nice tackles.

He called from the party. He'll be back by midnight.

I'm trying to let him grow up, Helen.

I don't wanna argue with you. Go to bed.

I'm worried about his attitude.

He acts like there's a free ride waiting for him.

He's a good-looking, athletic kid.

There's nothing wrong with him enjoying that.

He relies on it. That's not how the world works.

And aren't we supposed to prepare him for the world?

Oh, that's only part of the job.

Do you think you might be resentful

because he has some things that you didn't?

Excuse me? Resentful of my own son?

You are all over him. Nothing is good enough.

Talk about letting him grow up.

How's he supposed to do that with you breathing down his neck?

My job is to turn him into a man, period.

What kind of man? A man who hates his father?

I'm gonna take a shower.

Yeah, you do that. I don't forgive that statement.

I'm not asking you to.

(THUNDER CLAPPING)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Are you gonna get that, Will?

(DOORBELL CONTINUES RINGING)

Will!

He talked about Kevin. Your husband went up for a shower.

The doorbell rang. And then what, Mrs. Girardi?

The police.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

Okay, this time I mean it.

You're gonna start running again.

I'm gonna set my alarm for 5:30.

Not in this bedroom, you're not.

Well, you want me to get old and fat?

As long as you do it with me.

Did you buy something expensive?

Hmm.

I had my deposition today.

And I was remembering how horrible I was to you

right before the accident.

No, you weren't.

I remembered somethin' else.

Right before the cops came to the door,

I

had this vision.

This image of Kevin lyin' on the ground in the rain. I saw it.

What do you think that was?

I don't know.

Oh, by the way, I'm gonna invite Lucy to dinner.

I was thinking Friday.

(SIGHING)

Well, that's what you do, Helen. You invite the boss over.

We had Roebuck over. That's what you do.

I--I mean, if Friday's a big problem...

It's not the day. It's the person.

Well, maybe you could meet her before you fully commit to hating her.

So after I feed her,

then I can hate her?

With complete abandon.

(FREIDMAN COUGHING)

(GRUNTING)

(CRASHING)

It's some kind of breakdown.

JOAN: It's because of Judith.

GLYNIS: Which is kind of sweet.

No, it's not about Judith. It's about Price. He needs a sport for Harvard.

Hmm. It's curiously appealing, picturing him in maroon and white.

Is everyone having a breakdown?

It's college, man.

It's like we're all possessed.

I mean, Price told me I have to put in more hours at the design studio

if I wanna get into Stanford.

Stanford? I thought you were going to Texas.

Well, no. He said for what I wanna do, Stanford.

I got a shot.

Well, it's on your shortlist, right?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

What if all this time he's had an inner warrior?

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

Holy future Freidmans! Walk it off, Harvardian! Back in the saddle!

I have to go.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Jane. Hey, Jane.

I will not sing. I will not wear a dress.

What?

Those are the terms.

So you're saying yes?

And it has nothing to do with that asinine threat.

I will do all the breaking up around here, got it?

Absolutely.

(SKILLET PLAYING SPLINTER)

♪ Here I lie again inside this broken body

♪ Wrestle against the tree, my muscles aching ♪

Hi.

Uh, how much of my future can I get for $5?

(PANPIPE MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

Well, it's a slow day.

(GRUNTS)

Sit down.

Come on, sit down.

(COUGHING)

(CLEARING THROAT)

Thank you.

Okay.

(EXCLAIMING SOFTLY)

Oh, that's funny.

What?

They're blank.

What does that mean?

Well, apparently you have no future.

Well, technically speaking, no one does.

Oh, God.

That's me. You heard of string theory?

I'm failing my Physics class, remember?

A quick tutorial. Past, present, future, all co-existing

in different dimensions with different rates of vibration.

Great. How about college?

Oh, the future's not fixed, Joan.

Its very existence is determined by the choices you make in the present.

Okay. What are you saying? I shouldn't worry about the future?

Well, the best way to affect it

is by bringing your consciousness to the moment.

(EXCLAIMS IN DISGUST) You're like a walking refrigerator magnet.

Well, I'm just saying that that's where all the action is.

It's the only place you have any real power.

Your wig is, like, from Cher's reject pile. Are you aware?

Don't forget about the present, Joan.

(CHUCKLING)

It felt like a normal night. Uh...

You know, Joan and I got dragged to the game to watch Kevin play.

Then, of course, the endless talking about him in the car on the way back.

I'm used to being ignored. You know, the youngest and all.

Hand-me-downs. Used toys.

Luke, back to point.

Right. It's not therapy.

Not that I need therapy.

So, um,

anyway, I was engaged in some kind of academic pursuit.

♪ Hello

♪ Hello

♪ Hello ♪

Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard. .

I'm Fine. So am I!

(LAUGHTER ON TV)

STOOGE 1: This is all your faul. STOOGE 2: Start talkin'.

Give me.

Get your own.

Get your rank feet off of me.

Physical violence,

favorite tool of the intellectually impaired.

(JEERING)

Want it, need it, getting it.

That is a baby toy.

It's a ram-air traction kite with rip-stop nylon, mid-range action ratio...

WILL: I don't forgive that statement. HELEN: I'm not asking you to.

Better not get divorced before next week.

You're always thinking about yourself.

It's my birthday. You, you, you, you.

Yeah, right.

As if anything in this house matters except Kevin.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

I know. How do we fix it?

HELEN: Are you gonna get that, Will?

Can't. We'll just have to put our scarred psyches to some productive use.

What's the matter?

HELEN: Will!

Give them. Come on. Give them!

HELEN: (SCREAMING) No!

Mom, um, I have to go to the deposition now, and, um...

Well, since I have to tell the truth, I thought I would start here.

Oh, God.

Promise not to freak out.

Speak.

I failed my Physics test, and I don't have a shot at a four-year college. Bye.

Whoa!

Price!

Mom, see, this is what freaking out looks like.

Did you tell my daughter that she has no academic future?

(SIGHING)

Mrs. Girardi, if you would like to make an appointment...

Did you use the words, while speaking to my daughter, "no future"?

She was paraphrasing. Well, paraphrase this.

I'm in no mood for you and your soul-destroying tactics right now.

My entire family is being deposed in a lawsuit,

I'm behind in my work,

and I have to feed my husband's horrible boss tonight,

so just cut the crap and account for yourself.

Did you tell my daughter she has no future?

I see her options as limited.

See, I get that you are disappointed in your own life.

I don't blame you.

But this girl hasn't abandoned her dreams yet.

And so, to try to steal that from her,

to try to rob someone of their future,

I'm pretty sure you go to hell for that.

Tell her you were wrong.

Tell her.

I might have overstated.

Thank you.

Mom, that was awesome.

You, study harder, get your act together. You are going to college.

Because there will be no more casualties in this family.

(SOFT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

WILL: Hey, we're home.

Something smells good.

Any more garlic, the paint would peel.

Lucy Preston, my boss.

Helen Girardi, my other boss.

Oh.

That line never gets old. Never does.

Hey. Nice to finally meet you.

Yeah. You, too.

Oh, thank you. You didn't have to.

Can I get you a glass of that?

Um, actually, a Scotch, if it's goin'.

Oh, it's going.

Uh, I hope this resembles food.

I've been dealing with the deposition,

and I had to yell at the vice principal today.

I told Will, I mean, you know, cooking is not necessary.

I could have picked up a bucket of chicken on the way.

Oh, no, it was fine. I'm happy to do it.

So let me, uh... Let me chop something. I'm good at that.

Oh, uh, okay, yeah.

So, Will's quite a guy.

No way could I do this job without him.

This lawsuit thing that you're going through, man, that's...

That's ridiculous. I...

Will says you're religious. That must come in handy.

I was raised Southern Baptist,

but, uh, now I'm just pissed, God doesn't exist.

I think that's enough.

Tomatoes.

Oh.

Yeah. Okay.

JOAN: We had all gone to the game.

We won.

And, uh, this guy, Richard Gould, flirted with me.

That's what I was thinking about.

Um...

And then... Then when we got home,

um, Luke and I decided to watch TV,

and the doorbell rang.

HELEN: (SCREAMING) No!

What?

(CRYING)

What is it?

JOAN: The drive seemed really long.

I was staring at everything going by like it was all new,

or like I'd never see it again.

I remember thinking, "This is the moment where my whole life changes.

"It's like, everything before this

"and everything after."

I remember praying, but I don't know who I was praying to.

I didn't believe in God. I was bargaining.

Telling him all the things I'd do if he let Kevin live.

Then I looked at my brother, Luke.

He was counting on his fingers.

You have to understand.

He's a math genius, and he was counting on his fingers.

That's how screwed up he was,

but I didn't feel sorry for him. I wanted to kill him,

because I knew he was counting the days till his stupid birthday.

He'd been talking about this dumb kite,

like that was something to get excited about.

STENOGRAPHER: Excuse me.

I'm sorry to interrupt. He wanted a what for his birthday?

A kite.

And his birthday was when?

Ten days after Kevin's accident.

November 19th.

Oh, my God.

You weren't talking about the present.

You were talking about

the present.

Unless it was both.

I'll bet you it was both. Because that's what you do.

I'm back on the record.

We should go ahead and eat. The kids are scattered all over the place.

No telling when they'll be home.

Where are they? Uh, Joan had to be deposed after school.

Kevin's gonna be deposed after work.

Oh, these kids today and their depositions.

(DOOR CLOSING)

That must be Luke.

WILL: Just in time, buddy.

HELEN: Hey.

Oh, look, you brought Grace.

Um, th-this is Dad's boss, Lucy Preston.

Our son, Luke, and his friend Grace Polk.

Study partner.

That's not lasagna.

Nope. Mom's leg of lamb. Grab a seat. Lucy.

I'm not hungry.

(DOOR SLAMMING)

We have a lot of work to do, so...

And he's the easy one.

(CHUCKLING)

(SIGHS) Uh, I was fighting with my girlfriend.

That's why we left the party.

Um...

(CLEARING THROAT) She went to the bathroom,

and, uh, I took that as an opportunity to duck out.

Had you been drinking?

Uh, a little. I'd had a beer. I wasn't much of a drinker.

Had Andy been drinking?

Yeah.

I--I don't know how much.

To your knowledge, was Andy drunk when you left?

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

Dude, I was about to make a move on Dee Dee Carter. You owe me large.

Hey, hey, let's go to Webster's.

He's always got college girls. Yeah.

Kevin.

Kevin, don't you dare walk out on me! Hey!

What kind of guy walks away from a girl, huh?

You're mad. We'll talk about it when you've calmed down.

No! If you leave now, it's over.

And isn't it enough that you cheated on me?

Look, we're not married.

I trusted you.

I loved you. That doesn't matter at all to you?

I--I can't get into this now. We'll talk tomorrow.

I'm not gonna be here tomorrow.

Dude, they always say that, man.

I know.

Andy, give me the keys.

I only had one beer.

Dude, this is my dad's car, man. You're not insured to drive it.

He'd kill me, all right? Besides, I'm fine.

Andy. Keys. Come on.

Kevin, if you say "keys" one more time,

I swear to God, I'm gonna buy you a sundress or something.

(ALL LAUGHING)

All right.

Kevin, buddy, trust me.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

Ah, so Luke and Grace really are in the garage.

I thought Mom was having a mini-stroke.

What are you doing in here?

Studying.

No, you're not studying.

You're pouting because everybody forgot your birthday.

Wouldn't you?

Yeah, but it's the deposition.

Oh, so it's all about Kevin again. That makes it okay?

Dude, just take it easy on them, okay?

When they remember, they'll feel so guilty, they'll buy you a car.

Didn't have time to wrap it.

The kite.

(SNIFFLES)

I never got it.

Yeah, well,

so I'm a few years late. Sue me.

I got you something, too.

Our secrecy contract.

Did you like her?

Like her?

Well,

she's me.

She's you?

Yeah, if I were shorter, political

and didn't have, you know, a soul.

I can't believe you're threatened by this woman.

I'm not threatened by her.

I just don't understand why you tell her everything about us.

I don't tell her everything. She's my boss. We talk.

Oh, my God.

JOAN: Oh, God!

(ALL LAUGHING)

Hold it.

(JOAN EXCLAIMS)

(ALL CHATTERING HAPPILY)

Grace, take this one. We'll pull it. Going up.

JOAN: Ready? GRACE: Throw it up.

(JOAN LAUGHING)

Throw it up high.

It's okay.

No, it's not. It's just not. It's my fault.

It doesn't matter. Sweetheart, it does.

Okay, it does, but, you know,

things came out of it that I didn't see coming.

And I'm really happy now.

'Cause, you know, we're all here.

And Grace is here.

And Joan remembered.

And Kevin is okay.

And I'm gonna have a lot of birthdays.

Besides,

now you guys have to buy me a car.

(LAUGHING)

Oh, happy birthday.

WILL: Happy birthday, Son.

Hey, come on, SquarePants! Let's get this thing in the air.

(LAUGHING)

♪ The Sunday after there was laughter in the air

♪ Everybody had a kite

♪ They were flying everywhere

♪ And all the trouble went away

♪ And it wasn't just a dream

♪ All the trouble went away

♪ And it wasn't just a dream

♪ In the middle of the night

♪ We try and try with all our mights

♪ To light a little light down here

♪ In the middle of the night

♪ We keep sending little kites

♪ Until a little light gets through ♪

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

(CAR DRIVING AWAY)