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I'm sorry.
I can't seem to find my purse.

I must have ten of 'em.

Can you just ring mine first, please?

There's someone ahead of you, sir.

I usually keep my change
in my little change bear, but...

That's almost interesting.
How much is hers?

Five twenty-six.

- Just add it on, please.
- Hold on, hold on.

If it's not in this one,
it'll be in another one.

- That'll be 9-0-65.
- Thank you very much.

How sweet.
You didn't have to do that for me.

I didn't do it for you.
Check some bags next time.

Jerk.

How can I help you, Governor?

Some dirt bag, dirt bag
from the attorney general's office...

...has dared to mention the word "jail."

Somebody call the "waaambulance"!

What? What did you say?

Governor, do you know
what the number one killer

of politicians under the age of 60 is?

- No.
- Self-pity.

Now, Governor, I'll be more than happy
to help you out of this mess

that you so willingly
seem to have stepped into.

- But you ought to do something.
- What's that?

- Stop crying.
- I'll try.

No, I mean right now.
You're giving me a headache.

Excuse me, folks,
anything more to drink?

- Do y'all have any single-malt scotch?
- Sure do.

So, what do you do for a living?

You wanna tell me about it?

You know,
comfort of strangers and all that.

No.

Mm, must be something on the internet.

Or finance.

Genetic engineering, maybe? Huh?

I'm an image consultant, okay?

Okay.

So you sort of troubleshoot for folks,
you know?

Give 'em makeovers
when they need revamping, right?

Right.

Hey, look...

I'm flying to L.A. to start
an anchor job in the local news

and I do not think that it's an accident
that I'm sitting next to you.

I see.

So the cosmic purpose of our meeting
is for me to give you free advice.

What do I get out of it?

We don't know yet.

But I'll owe you.

If I do it, will you shut up?

Quiet as the dead.

Your hair's too big,
your brows are too dark,

your nails are too long
and your foundation's too orange.

Your perfume's too sweet.

It's the news, honey, not the prom.

I like your eyes...

- Oh. Thank you.
- ...bluer.

Try the tinted contacts.

But only when you're anchoring
or in L.A.

When you're on assignment,
take them out.

What about my accent?

I'm always being warned
to stop saying "y'all."

Don't ever stop saying "y'all."

Your "y'all" is your trademark.

Say "y'all" and you'll be promoted
in six months.

Say "y'all" with a smile,
you'll be famous in 12.

Well...

- ...thank you.
- You're welcome.

Now, will you please shut up?

All right, let me have him.

Hello, Your Honor. How are you?

Good, thank you.

Define "not exactly alone."

Your Honor,
was this mannequin inflatable?

You know if the press...

Dodged one bullet.

Listen, this is all gonna blow over.

Hey!

Did you see the...

the...

Yeah.

Twelve cream pies are on
their way over to the stadium.

Bob Riley expects you
in the owner's box at 3:00.

Amy will meet you there.

And why are you wearing a yellow tie?

Janet. How could you know
I'm wearing my yellow tie?

You can't even see me.

I can hear the stress in your voice.

Whenever you're stressed,
you wear the yellow tie

which makes you feel all-powerful,
so you're probably gonna yell at me

which I'm not in the mood for, so don't.

Nice tie.

I am not stressed.

There is nothing wrong with me.

I just didn't get enough sleep
last night.

- Can I have today's work, please?
- Take your phone off.

You're with a human now.

I did the ones and twos.

There's a three, a four.
I flagged the five in your mail.

There's an eight on your desk to sign.

And there's a ten
standing in your office.

Why did you let him in my office, Janet?

He threatened me with a machete.

He's your father, Russ.

Wait 60 seconds and come in
and tell me I'm late for something.

I hate you.

Fight fair.

That's a nice photo of you,
and Al De Niro.

Robert De Niro.

Oh, it's a nice photo of you
and Robert De Niro.

Well, it would be,
except that's Al Pacino.

Oh.

So, Dad, what can I do for you?

Did you get the check
I sent over this morning?

Yes, yes, I did.

But I didn't ask you for a check.

I asked you to come over
and help me lift a few things.

Well, time is money, Dad

And my time is worth
a lot more than a mover's.

So I'm afraid the check
is gonna have to do.

Look, your sister and her family...

...are coming over for dinner
tomorrow night.

You haven't seen your niece
and nephew in a long time.

I... You may want some
of those things in the attic.

Like what, Dad?

- Some more of my childhood memorabilia?
- You never know.

How many times in the last 20 years

that you lived in that house
have I ever asked you for anything?

Hmm?

Anything at all?

Um...

You're late for a very big meeting.

Dozens of irate and highly important
people are clamoring for you.

There is pandemonium.
I'm sure somewhere.

And you really must go...
...right now.

Good luck with the move, Dad.

Let me know how it goes.

Call Fred and see how the market closed.
Check the NASDAQ. Bye.

That's perfect.

You look brilliant.

Completely and utterly gorgeous.

Don't look at me. Look out there.

Have we signed a new client?

We made a bet.

If I make him look handsome,
I get a free hot dog.

- You're going to starve.
- Not a chance.

- Thank you.
- My pleasure.

- Just don't share it with jerko.
- No way.

Watch your cholesterol, hot dog boy.

- Let me have that for you.
- Hey, I worked hard for that!

Amy, those hot dogs will kill you.

Besides, we're about to have
lobster in cream sauce.

I don't want lobster in cream sauce.
I want hot dog in mustard sauce.

- Please stop biting your nails, Amy.
- Nail. I only bite one.

- Why do you care, anyway?
- I care because you work for me.

When you bite your nails,
you're advertising weakness.

Really? Advertising weakness
with one little nail?

- What's this advertise?
- Nice.

- Hi, Mike. Is he in?
- Waiting for you.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Hello.

Hello.

I haven't seen you in a couple of days.

- How have you been?
- Fine. Now can we go in?

No. This is the bit where you ask me.

We're very late. I don't have time to...

Go on. Give it a whirl.

Hi, Amy.

How are you doing?

Fine.

We're really late.

Hey, the cavalry is here.
Russ Duritz to the rescue.

Here to save my sorry behind.

Josh, look after him.

- Good luck.
- Yeah.

Hi, I'm Josh. Mr. Riley's assistant.

- If you need anything...
- I do.

I need you to go up in the bleachers

and find me a dozen
eight to twelve-year-old kids.

Eight boys, four girls.

Five white, four Latino, three black.

- Have them back here in three minutes.
- Okay.

I need to use your Hi-8 for this one.

So why is everybody busting my chops?
And the way I see this thing,

it's just a little misunderstanding.

Okay, Bob,
let me see if I can explain to you

how other people see this little thing.

You see, the Joe Baseball Fan out there,
you're the guy that promised

you would give five percent
of each ticket sold this season

to establishing a baseball camp
for inner-city kids.

You're also the guy that gave pictures
to the press of kids

actually attending this camp which,
in fact, does not exist.

Yet.

I was intending to get around to it,
eventually.

I am a very busy guy.

No, Bob, you're not a busy man.

You see,
what you are is a "stoopid" man.

A very stupid guy
who only played Mr. Charitable

because you wanted to suck up
to city council

so they'd build you
a brand-new baseball park.

But guess what. Bye-bye, ballpark.

Hello, jail.

So, what's your big plan?

How do you feel
about chocolate cream pie?

Why?
You're gonna feed the kids cream pie

to get me out of this mess?

No. The kids are gonna feed you
cream pie and get you out of this mess.

Huh?

Bob, prepare to be pied.

I deserve it!

More pie in the face!

Bob, the press is gonna eat this up.

Amy, what do you think?

Amy? Amy?

You want to know

what I think?

I think there's something
very creepy about all this.

Amy, Amy, I swear to you.

I will make sure
that the editing of this tape...

...is handled tastefully, okay?

- I'm sure you will.
- No, I promise.

- We didn't do anything wrong today.
- No.

We did the right thing by our client,
Bob Riley.

I love him.

Russ.

Today, we shamelessly
exploited innocent children

just to help some crook
with his cash flow problems.

Are you gonna finish
this last piece of yellow tail?

Russ, you should be concerned
about this.

You're turning 40 on Thursday...

Thank you so much for bringing that up.

You're at an age when...

- What, and you're not at an age...
- Yes, we both are.

Well, we can't go around any more

talking about what we're going
to be like when we grow up.

We are up.

- Is that it?
- Yeah.

You finished?

Yeah, I'm finished.

Good.

Toshiya, if you get called a jerk
four times in the same day,

does that make it true?

- What, only four? Did you get up late?
- Excuse me.

- I'm asking Toshiya.
- Just four times, a pattern.

It have to be five times to be a fact.

Thank you very much.
You see? There is hope.

Jerk.

Thank you.

Yo, Pedro...

make sure this gets in the trash.

Yes!

That was fantastic!

I can't believe you just did
such a fantastic thing!

Me neither.

I must really be stressed out.

Probably still in there.

You are not going dumpster diving

to look for that stinky,
fish-encrusted tape.

You're right. I shouldn't go in there.

I'm wearing a 2,000 dollars suit.
Come on, I'll give you a boost.

Come on, come on, come on.
Distract yourself.

Honor your instincts. Look at the moon.

- Look at it.
- What? Look at what?

Look.

Isn't it lovely?
It's big, it's beautiful,

it's revolving around the Earth,
proving once again

that the universe
does not revolve around you.

It's worth a look, if you ask me.

Are you looking?

- I looked.
- Look again!

Okay. Okay, Amy!

Quit fooling around, all right?
I looked.

Now can we go?

- Come on, grumpy.
- Hey!

- Will you stop?
- I stopped.

I want to show you something.
Tell me if you think this is cute.

On!

Look at the moon! It's so big and round

and when I look at it,
I'm all perky and excited

and no one would ever know
that I'm almost 30! Woohoo!

What do you think? Cute or just stupid?

You know, Russ...

just when I think I've seen the worst,

that there's no possible way
you could be more of a jerk...

you outdo yourself.

And then...

just when I'm about to leave,
you do something.

Like tonight...
when you threw that tape away.

Then I get the tiniest,
briefest glimpse of the kid in you.

That's when I decide to hang around
for five more minutes.

See what happens next.

Bye.

Janet, I want you on the phone
with the alarm company

first thing in the morning, okay?

There is no way anybody
should ever get inside those gates.

Ever! As a matter of fact,
get 'em on the phone right now,

- and you tell...
- Okay, it's 3:00 a.m...

Janet, I don't care
if it's three o'clock in the morning.

They're supposed to be
a 24-hour security service, okay?

I want the sensitivity set on ten.

I want electrocution.
I want charred flesh. Do you understand?

Write it down. Janet.

- "Charred flesh."
- Write it down!

It was probably just some
neighborhood kid.

I don't know why you're so upset.

- I'm not upset. I'm just mad.
- Okay. Mad, not upset.

You know, maybe we should get
a new security company, okay?

- Mm-hmm.
- I want Rottweilers.

I want big, scary Rottweilers.

I want the guy
who trains the Rottweilers...

...to be afraid to come over here, okay?

- I want a moat with lava.
- "Moat with lava."

- Trolls with that? Evil ones?
- No, Janet. No trolls.

Hello? Uh, Russ. It's Dad.

- Hold on a second, Janet.
- Honey, I'm so sorry.

I know I asked earlier but, um,

it'd be nice
to have you here for dinner.

I know Joanne and the kids
would love to see you.

And, uh, well,
if your schedule opens up...

- Janet, I am going to bed.
- Good idea. Me, too.

I do not wish to talk to you
or anyone else

on this planet for the next three hours.

- Guess what. Neither do I.
- Goodbye.

"Rusty."

Dad, you are really getting weird.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey, stop! Stop! Come back!

Come back here!

Hey!

Gotcha!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Get it outta here!

Look out, idiot!

Move it, you jerk!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Uh, good evening.

Uh...

A kid just...
...ran in here a moment ago,

and, uh, any of you see anything?

Can any of you see anything?

Because this kid who, uh...

was just here.

But he...

See you later.

Hey! Officer!

Uh-oh.

Good morning, Doctor.

I'd like to get right to the point,
if you don't mind,

I've got a meeting in ten minutes.

You're entitled to a 50-minute hour.

Thank you,
but I only require a five-minute hour

or however long it takes you
to write a prescription.

I see.

Uh, we should talk about this.
Why don't you sit down?

No, thank you. I don't want to sit down.

It all starts with sitting down.

You sit down,
and then before you know it,

12 years has gone by,
and you're still talking

about the time you saw your mother
naked in the shower.

You saw your mother naked in the shower?

No!

I'm just saying I'm happy to stand,
okay?

Look, I-I don't want therapy.

- I don't need therapy.
- Why do you feel that way?

Because I'm not like the other nut balls
that roll through here, okay?

I don't have a smoking problem.
I don't have a drinking problem.

I don't have a closet
full of ladies' undergarments.

Sit down, Mr. Duritz,
and tell me what the problem is.

No, you don't!

Mr. Duritz, I'm not trying to trick you.
I'm trying to understand your issues.

Issue. Issue, singular. Just one.

Well, all right. What is it?

For the last...

few weeks,
I have been seeing a guy in a plane.

- Oh! I see.
- Not that kind of seeing! I mean...

I've been hallucinating
a guy in a plane.

And these delusions,
or whatever it is you people call them,

seem to be getting worse.

Anyway, now I'm...

seeing a kid.

And you think this kid
is a hallucination too?

Yes.

Is he someone you knew from your past,
from your childhood?

No, not from my childhood.
I've forgotten my childhood.

My childhood is in the past,
where it belongs.

But doesn't want to stay in the past,
does it?

Mr. Duritz,
I notice your eye is twitching.

- I don't have a tic.
- I didn't say you had a tic.

It's not a tic. I have dry eyes.
Why are you asking me about my dry eyes?

- Why are you so upset?
- Because I'm having hallucinations!

And I'm asking you to make them go away

with very powerful medication
that I can pick up on my way to work.

Please, ma'am.

Mr. Duritz, you will pick up
your powerful medicine...

and then you will...

go home and take
the rest of the day off.

Yes, ma'am.

This is for a total of four pills.

They will help to keep you calm
until tomorrow at four o'clock.

At which time I expect to see you
back here in my office

for an appointment,
which you must promise to keep.

Yes, ma'am.

You're having these hallucinations
for a reason.

- Yes, ma'am.
- And Mr. Duritz,

you need to figure out
what that reason is.

Thank you.

The woman in question,
if I understand it correctly,

she was your Pilates instructor.

Um...

- Well...
- Yeah, are you watching this?

Unfortunately, yes.

...I mean,
not beautiful like you are, honey.

- Oh, that's good.
- You're the most hot girl...

Why won't he just say
what I told him to say?

- He's an actor. He's improvising.
- Give me his cell phone number.

They won't let him take
his cell phone to the set.

Well, just get me any number,
okay, Janet?

Coast Guard, the police.

Just get me a number
before he spontaneously combusts.

Let me see if I can get the power
taken out in Atlanta.

Okay, go.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Okay, got it. Bye.

- You!
- Don't get mad. I'll clean it up.

Don't move!

Look, look,
this has just gotta stop, okay?

This is... this is wrong!

You can't just go around breaking
into people's houses like this!

It's against the law!

I'm just gonna call the police now,
all right?

Tell them...

Do I know you?

I don't know.

Why do you keep coming back here?

I came back to get my plane.

- And then I saw the popcorn.
- Your plane?

My mom gave it to me for Christmas.
How'd you get it?

That is my plane, okay?

My dad just dropped it off over here.
Okay?

It was in his attic for a long time.
I've had that plane for 30...

30 years.

Then why does it have my name on it?

Look. Right here. "Rusty."

- Russell Morley Duritz.
- I hate that stupid name!

How'd you know my name?

Mother's name is Gloria.
Your father's name is Sam.

- How do you know all that?
- Your sister's name is Joanne.

But everybody calls her...

- Josie.
- Josie.

Hi.

Hi.

Are you who I think you are?

I don't know.

How did I get here?

I don't know.

Holy smokes.

How old are you?

40 in a couple days.

That is old.

I'm turning eight in a couple days.

Eight.

You're eight.

I'm eight.

This is scary.

No.

This is hilarious.

All right.
I'm just going to the kitchen.

I'm gonna make a sandwich.

There's safety in sandwiches.

See? There's safety in sandwiches, see?

It's funny how he knew
that we called Joanne "Josie."

But only I know the secret name...

I had for Aunt Cathy when she was having
her epileptic spells.

Aunt Spazzy!

Safety. Safety in a sandwich.

Safety in a sandwich.

Safety in a sandwich. Safety...

Get out! Okay, hallucination? Get out!

- Am I having a nightmare?
- No.

You are not having a nightmare, you see.
You do not exist.

I am having a nightmare, okay?
And my nervous breakdown.

This is my first nervous breakdown,

so I'm not quite sure
how they're supposed to go.

But I'm pretty sure that I'm dreaming,
you understand?

Dreaming! Dreaming! Dreaming! Dreaming!

- Okay?
- I don't think you're dreaming

'cause you're talking,
and your eye is sort of twitching.

Hey!
I don't have time to go crazy, okay?

So if you want me to go crazy,
you're gonna have to get on the phone

and call Janet just like everybody else
and schedule an appointment!

Ah. Ah, good. Okay.

Make contact with the outside world.

- Hi, Janet. It's Russ.
- Hi. You okay?

No, no, good. Uh-huh, nothing. Fine.

No, I just came upstairs
to return my calls.

You wanna hear something funny?
I was downstairs and now I'm upstairs.

- Hey.
- You see...

- You dropped this.
- Russ. Hello?

Safety in a sandwich.
Safety in a sandwich. Safety!

Safety in sandwich.

You are just a hallucination!

One that is about to disappear.

Prepare to disappear!

Prepare to disappear.

I'm sitting on the floor.
I'm taking the very powerful medication.

Just waiting for it to kick in.
Prepare to disappear!

Disappeared?

Very powerful medicine
seems to be working.

I'm still here.

I'm not throwing your dismembered
enemies into the dumpster.

I've got my limits.

Do you remember when I had you sign
those confidentiality papers...

...at the office?

- Yeah.
- And do you remember me telling you

that if you ever said anything to anyone

about anything that happens
in this company

that I would not only sue you,
but I would bring you to financial ruin?

Snore.

Okay, then.

You can, uh...

You can see him?

Yes, I, um... can.

You could see a little boy
standing there?

Yes.

I'm pretty sure.

Okay.

This little boy is me at age eight.

And I want you to make him disappear.

- He's you?
- Yeah.

- At age eight?
- Mm-Hm.

And you want me to make him disappear?

Please.

- How was the therapist this morning?
- Do it, Janet!

How am I supposed
to make a kid disappear?

Hey, you are the assistant!

- Figure it out, okay?
- You yelled at me!

That is great. That... that helps.

I feel I'm thinking more clearly.

I feel I'm just more in touch with my...
my magic assistant powers.

Alakazam, alakazam. Dalakazam kazoo.

Boom! Presto!

- Hi.
- Didn't work.

I should've worn
my magic bra and panties.

Get in the car.

- I'm really disappointed in you, Janet.
- Oh, fired, I hope.

- No. Forget about your bonus.
- Oh, boo-hoo. What about my dental?

My boss appears to have lost his mind.

Sure you wouldn't rather
stay here with me?

I'll be okay.

Somebody call the "waaambulance"!

- What are you crying about, anyway?
- I just wanna go home.

Well, I'm trying to get you home, okay?

- Am I in trouble?
- You're gonna be in trouble

if you wipe that snot
on my calfskin seat.

Don't do it.

Just try and remember
where you live, okay?

- You should know that.
- Well, I don't know that.

- We moved 12 times.
- We move a dozen times?

Yes. A dozen is 12. We moved 12 times.

- What happens?
- What happens?

A big truck comes,
they put all your stuff inside,

and you move to another house.

- 12 times.
- Look! There it is right there!

Remember it now?

No.

Look, that's where we fell off
the roof last year,

that's the bush we fell onto.

And that's where the really big possum
crawled under the house.

- Remember?
- Yeah,

that was one of life's big events

when the possum crawled under the house.

- How could I forget?
- You don't remember the possum?

It was, like, this big!
And it had really long teeth.

He took our sneaker in his mouth
and ran off with it.

You've gotta remember that.

Hey, I don't remember the possum, okay?

I hardly remember living here at all.

But you do and that's all that counts.
Get out.

Wait.

The house. It's different.

- Bye, honey.
- Who are they?

What am I gonna do?

What now?

Hey, will you knock off
the waterworks, okay?

You know what the number one killer
of kids under the age of eight is?

Self-pity.
And you're already pitiful enough.

Well, at least I don't do this!

Nice.

Chester! Here, boy!
Come on, Chester!

Chester!

Here, boy! Come on, Chester!

Chester!

Come on, Chester! Chester!

Here, boy! Come on, Chester!

- Chester!
- Kid, will you stop that yelling?

- Chester!
- Hey! Now!

Where's Chester?

- Who is Chester?
- My dog.

The dog I'm going to get when I grow up.

- Oh.
- The world's greatest dog.

The one who rides
in the back of my truck,

plays Frisbee, goes everywhere I go.

- Chester!
- Bad news, kid.

- No dog here.
- What do you mean?

I mean, no dog. There's no dog here.

- I don't own a dog.
- No dog? No dog?

- I grow up to be a guy with no dog?
- That's right.

- Why don't I have a dog?
- Because I don't want a dog, okay?

I can't take care of a dog.

I travel all the time for work.

You travel for work?

I grow up to fly jets, right? I knew it!
I knew I would grow up to fly jets!

No.

- No, I don't fly jets?
- Not really, no.

- What do I do then?
- You're an image consultant.

What's that?

It's...

- What does a consultant do?
- Consult.

But what do I do?

You don't do anything.
You tell other people what to do.

That's the fun of it.
You boss people around.

Like this. Stop talking!

Shouldn't there be a lady
here somewhere?

What do you mean, a lady living here?
No. I live alone.

I thought you said you were 40.

I said I was almost 40. So?

So, I'm 40, I'm not married,
I don't fly jets and I don't have a dog?

I grow up to be a loser.

♪ John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt ♪

♪ That's my name too ♪

♪ Whenever we go out
The people always shout ♪

♪ There goes John Jacob
Jingleheimer Schmidt ♪

♪ Da, na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

♪ John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt ♪

♪ That's my name too ♪

♪ Whenever we go out
The people always shout ♪

♪ There goes John Jacob
Jingleheimer Schmidt ♪

♪ Da, na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

Wow! Look at it! Man!
Gee! Holy smokes! Holy Moses!

Look at the moon!

- Wow! Far out!
- Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Stop that yelling!

- Holy Moses!
- What are you doing up?

Look at it! It's huge!

What is with you people?
It's the moon, okay?

You travel 30 years across time

and all you can do is stand out here
and scream about the moon coming up?

But you can see the man in the moon
really good tonight!

Well, did he speak to you?

Did he invite you up
for a little bit of cheese?

Did he blow fart bubbles
out of his butt, huh?

Because if he didn't,
then there really isn't any reason

to be excited about the moon, is there?

Sorry. I'll never get excited again.

Obviously.

Wait!

Can I ask you a question?

Why does the moon get,
like, orange-y sometimes?

Because there is a, uh...

a band of, uh...

Just shut up and go to sleep, okay?

Or better yet, go away! Huh.

I knew it! I grow up to be a guy
who doesn't know anything!

And who doesn't have a dog!

John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt

That's my name too

Kid?

Good.

Hey, maybe Russ here
can explain it a little bit better

than I've been able to. Russ?

Here's how we see things,
Mr. Vivian.

Call me Vivian.

Okay. Vivian.

You're going public,
you're making an IPO,

your software's brilliant
and that's all great.

But if you wanna make Fortune 500...

you have to understand
that at a certain point,

people are gonna want to get
a good look at you.

And that's where things
get a little dicey.

Dicey. That's right. Very, very dicey.

I don't see why
I have to change a thing.

Okay. Let's look at this.

- You live in a cabin...
- I won't cut my hair

and I won't shave my beard.

Let me give it to you straight, Z.Z.

If you wanna ride your cow to Farm Aid,
you don't have to change a thing.

But if you wanna make the front page
of the Wall Street Journal,

there is one thing
you're going to have to change.

The, uh...

To, uh...

Uh...

- Someone you know?
- What?

- Friend of yours?
- No!

It's a little boy.

- Hello!
- I don't know any little kids.

- I'm starving!
- Just tragic that parents

would send their kids out
to beg like that.

- Very, very sad.
- I can't believe it.

Russ Duritz, I'm hungry!

Feed me! I'm hungry!

If you'll excuse me
for just a moment, please.

What are you doing here?
I thought you disappeared.

I don't know how to disappear.
I'm hungry!

Hello.

I'm Amy. Who are you?

I'm Rusty.

And who is Rusty?

- My nephew.
- Your nephew?

Yes. My sister's kid.

The one who's going to college
in the autumn?

No. The other one.

Melissa?

Yes, Amy. This is Melissa.

No, it is the other one.

The one she doesn't like to talk about.

Oh, I see.

Which completely explains
why you never told me about him.

Maybe I don't tell you everything.

So are you having fun with your uncle?

Not really. He made me sleep outside.

He didn't give me any breakfast
and he doesn't have a dog.

That is a problem.

- You made him sleep outside?
- He slept in a tent.

- You've got a tent?
- It was his tent.

You didn't give him any breakfast.

He can stand to miss a meal.

Rusty...

are you hungry?

- Starved.
- Let's go and get some bacon and eggs.

No, no, no, no.
Rusty can't have bacon and eggs.

I've gotta get him back
to his mom right now.

Don't forget Kenny's this afternoon.

- Bye, Rusty!
- Bye!

Nice to meet you.

Just get that moony look off your face.

I like that Amy lady.
I bet she likes dogs.

I don't know what's worse,
the fact that I'm stuck with you

or the idea that I don't know
what to do about it.

Why don't we eat something?

Why? Because you don't know what to do,
you just wanna stuff your face?

No, because it says to
up there in the sky.

Okay. Why don't we eat something?

What can I get you?

Um, I'll have French toast,
pancakes and bacon.

Just bring him something healthy, okay?

Sorry, sir.

We only serve starchy,
sugary, salty food,

high in fat and cholesterol
that tastes delicious.

Comforts people deep down inside.

Okay. I'll have French toast,
pancakes and bacon.

- You want a milk shake with that?
- Chocolate, please.

- Extra whipped cream.
- And for you?

You know, I think I'd just like
the magic bean omelet.

Aw, did somebody not get
their coffee today?

I'm gonna go get it!

Maybe you can bring it
before the diner disappears.

What are you looking at, Sparky?

Oh, man.

What are you doing here?

Having French toast,
pancakes, and bacon.

That's not what I'm talking about.
What did you come here for?

I don't know. My model airplane?

Well, you already got that,
and we're still screwed up.

We're even more screwed up
than we were before.

- What am I gonna do with you?
- What do you wanna do with me?

I want to put you on a diet, chubby!

Fix you up,
so you aren't such a pathetic loser.

This is what I do for a living, okay?

Making people look good is what I do.

Problem is...

there's so much to do with you,
I don't know where to start.

Well, I'd like to not get
my butt kicked so much.

Kids are always laughing at us.

It sorta hurts my feelings.

Why didn't I think of this before?
This is what you came for, okay?

I just gotta teach you how to fight.
By the way,

they're not laughing at us,
they're laughing at you.

When you get to be me,
they laugh, they die!

- They laugh, they die?
- Yes.

You laugh, you die! You laugh, you die!

You laugh, you die! Pow! Pow!

Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!

Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!

Okay, okay. Okay, okay, shut up! Shut...

- Hey, guess what.
- What?

I gotta pee.

Are you sure you know someone
who can teach me how to fight?

Yeah, I think I could find somebody.

Isn't it cool how we both
have to go at the same time?

Yes. I'll cherish this moment
for a lifetime.

I'm just gonna have one more piece.

- Just one more piece.
- What do you think of this one?

- Hey!
- It's too short.

- Oh, God.
- Please tell me that's not... Hey.

You're five weeks away
from defending your title.

- What are you doing eating pizza?
- But I-I'm a nervous eater.

- Beat it.
- You'd be nervous too

- if you was getting married tomorrow.
- Yeah, I'd be nervous that my bride

would dump me because I'm a big,
fat tub of lard.

- Hi, Giselle.
- Hi, Russ.

- What is that? Is that 20 more pounds?
- No.

- Hey! Put the...
- Damn, he won't even let you eat, huh?

Does he look like he needs any pizza?

- Who is he?
- This is Russ's nephew, Rusty.

Oh, I didn't know you had two nephews.

- How do I look, baby? Look.
- Like Adonis.

Mm.

Hey, hey, Adonis. Adonis.

- What?
- Can I use your boxing ring?

I wanna give pudge-boy here
some lessons.

Maybe you could step in
and show him a few moves.

Yeah, I would be glad to.

That way, you can punch his lights out

the next time he tries
to call you pudge-boy.

- Groovy!
- Yeah.

First things first.

You trying to get knocked out
or something?

All right, get your hands up then.

You gotta protect that chin.
I pop you on that chin...

...that's it.

Remember, this is number one,
this is number two.

You punch one, two.
One, two. Go ahead. Try it.

One... That's it. That's it.

- Let me get out of the way.
- Come on. Come on.

Come on. Good. Come on. Come on.

- You hit me.
- Yes, unfortunately, I did hit you

and I'm not gonna beat myself up
about it.

Or maybe, I will. Come on.

Fight. Yeah. Come on. Come on.

Come on, kid.
Fight. Come on. Come on.

- Hit him. One, two. One, two.
- Go on, Rusty. Punch his lights out!

- Hey. Whose side are you on?
- Throw it. Throw it.

Pow!

Whoa, whoa! Take it easy, little Tyson!

What are you gonna do next,
bite his ear off?

- We don't hit 'em when they're down.
- They hit me when I'm down.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Who? Who? Who?

- The kids at school.
- Kid's having some trouble at school.

Well, why didn't you say that, Russ?
I'm teachin' the boy boxin'.

He don't need that.
He needs street fightin'.

Why don't you show him
that WWF scissors hold?

- Show him that one.
- Here we go. Ready?

Whoa! Now that I can use.

Get off me.

Have you noticed
how alike those two are?

Makes sense.
They're related, right?

I suppose so.

Russ Duritz's office.
How may I help you?

- Yeah, it's me. What's up?
- Oh. It's you.

I hadn't heard from you in four hours.
I'd assumed you were dead.

- Hey, how's mini-you?
- That's hilarious, Janet.

- What's up?
- You got 19 messages, last count.

- You want 'em?
- Let me have 'em.

Let's see, uh, Bob Riley.

Bob Riley. Not Bob Riley.
Not Bob Riley. Bob Riley.

Bob Riley.
I'm sure there's another one in here.

Just a second. Here's Bob Riley.

Hey!

Hey, Amy. Where are you going?

My place for some ice cream.
See you there.

- Ice cream?
- Bye!

- Can I ask you a question?
- Sure.

Are you our girlfriend?

That's a funny way of putting it.

Mostly, no.

- Can I ask you a question?
- Sure.

Are you our nephew?

Mostly...

no.

But you are related, aren't you?

Uh-huh.

- How close?
- Pretty.

How close is pretty close?

Pretty darn.

Oh, my God.

- Hi.
- He's your son.

- What?
- He's your son!

- You have a son!
- Hey! What... Get off! Hey!

And all this time
you never even breathed a word!

And you're some deadbeat dad

who had visitation rights today
or something.

- Amy, do you know how...
- And who's the mother, anyway?

Don't tell me. I don't wanna know.

I know.
It's that Swedish chick, isn't it?

Yeah, that Ingesborg or Smorgasbord
or whatever her name is.

- Inga?
- Not that I care, of course, about

- who or where or what you do!
- Amy, he is not Swedish.

And I'm not his son. Honest.

Then, who are you?

Russ?

Because I've been watching
the two of you together

and I swear to God...

there's something very...

strange going on.

- We have to tell her.
- We are not going to tell her.

- Tell me what?
- Come on. Do it!

Hey! Zip it!
We're not gonna tell her, okay?

Besides, she won't believe us anyway.
She'll just think you take after me.

- Then do the knuckle.
- That's not gonna convince her.

Then tell her something
only I would know,

and then she can ask me
about the same thing.

- Like Aunt Spazzy.
- How is that gonna work?

Think about It.

- Then show her the scar.
- Anybody could have a scar.

What about the birthmark?

Well, that could be a coincidence too.

- I know she'll believe us.
- She is not going to believe us.

- I know she'll believe us.
- She is not going to believe us.

- She will!
- She won't!

- She will!
- She won't!

- She will!
- Hey!

I wish I was standing on a carpet.

- Told ya.
- Amy.

- ...aboard that ship in...
- ...which process the potatoes

into a variety of products.

- Stop biting.
- Leave me alone.

I'm advertising terror and bewilderment.

Holy smokes.
99 channels and there's nothing on.

How can this be?

I have no idea.

Look at him.

He's so embarrassing.

You're not embarrassing.

You're adorable.

Then.

You're adorable then.

Stop picking!

Look at that haircut.
I look like Herman's Hermits.

And I "shpeak" like I got
a mouth full of "shpit."

Well, of course you do.

Doesn't the fact that I'm a pathetic
dweeb make you despise me?

No.

Why?

Do you despise you?

When I look at him,
all I see are awful memories.

Memories I have been spending
most of my life trying to forget.

I'm sorry.

Hello? Kenny.

Nauseous about the wedding tomorrow?

My God, the wedding tomorrow.
Hang on a minute.

Wedding tomorrow.
What am I gonna do with him?

- We'll take him with us.
- What?

To an important event?
Are you out of your mind?

Take him with us?

This is an important event
with people who respect me.

- He's gonna humiliate me.
- Hey!

Aw.

Hey! I forbid you to bond with this boy!

What, Kenny?

Who got sick?

Thank goodness your nephew
replaced little James.

None of the other children
was fat enough to fit in his clothes.

Oh!

It's okay. It's okay.
Don't worry about it.

- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah
- Yester-me, yester-you ♪

- ♪ Yesterday ♪
- ♪ Yesterday, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ What happened to ♪

♪ The world we knew ♪

♪ When we would dream and scheme ♪

♪ And while the time away... ♪

Don't worry.

Just take it off and shove it
under the table when no one's looking.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- ♪ ...Where did it go? ♪
- ♪ Where did it go? ♪

♪ That yester-glow... ♪

Hello.

- How are you?
- ♪ ...When we could feel ♪

♪ The wheel of life turn our way ♪

♪ Yester-me, yester-you... ♪

- I know.
- ♪ ...I had a dream so did you ♪

♪ Life was warm and love was true... ♪

Holy smokes.

- Russ! Russ!
- Excuse me, Clarissa.

- You're interrupting us. We're dancing.
- But it's really important.

- Not now, kid.
- But it's really, really...

- Drivin' you crazy, huh?
- Yeah.

It's different when they're your own.

Speaking of which,
when you gonna give up your evil ways

and settle down?

As soon as you become
available again, Clarissa.

- I'm serious.
- So am I.

Amy, I have a question.

A big one.

Okay.

What about that pretty woman
you came with today?

You mean Amy?
Nah, we work together.

I've known her for a really long time.

I know we haven't known
each other very long.

Don't worry about me.

When I meet the right person,
I'm sure I'll get around to asking.

In case I never get around to asking...

Somebody's making a move right now.

Amy...

will you marry me?

- Okay, let's go.
- Hey!

Let me go, you big jerk!

Wait a minute. Stop.
He asked me a question.

Don't you want to know
what I was going to say?

- No.
- No?

No. He had no right
asking you what he did, okay?

- You and I aren't even...
- Well, we are!

- Since when?
- MYOB!

- What?
- Mind your own beeswax.

Do you or do you not want to know
what I was going to say?

- What were you gonna say?
- Yeah, what were you going to say?

Try it again.
Less practiced indifference.

More warmth.

- What were you going to say?
- What were you gonna say?

So you want to know
what I was going to say.

- Take a walk.
- I'm the one who asked her.

Just go away.

- What were you going to say?
- I was going to say...

- I'll have to think about it.
- Oh, really?

Yes. Because, impossibly,
what had previously seemed to me

to be the worst idea
in the universe has,

over the last 12 hours transmogrified
into not such a terrible idea,

opening up a very small
window of opportunity for you.

- For me?
- Yeah.

Ah.

And what if I didn't want
to take advantage of this opportunity?

A part of you obviously wants to,
and it is that part of you

that is causing me...

to think about it.

Are you...

asking me...

to think about it?

Wait. Wait a minute.

If you'll just wait, I...

I'm gonna go get the valet...
The car, the car from the...

But now, now he was ready
to start feeling the love.

Yeah. Before the game this afternoon
with the visiting Orioles,

Riley invited a dozen kids
to barrage him with chocolate cream pies

as away to say. "I'm sorry.”
for what he claims

is a simple case of miscommunication.

Uncle Bob knows how to party!

This is so much fun!

- Some of these guys...
- So you crawled through the dumpster

behind the bar after I left.

I shot that.

I'm a part of this.

Tell me, do you know for certain
that he turned the funds over

or is he maybe still sitting on them?

Poor little Amy.

Mixed up with a rotten boss

who feels obligated to his clients.

Do you know that the number one
killer of young men...

Russ!

The person I am pitying here is not me.

Look, it's all my fault.

I made the big, stupid mistake.

I thought you'd change.

I'm so sorry. I'm really sorry.

Do you want to know what
the saddest part of this whole thing is?

You could have been great.

Man.

Man!

When do we ever stop blowing it?

Russ... we've gotta change.

We have to change.

That's pretty cool,
how we both have to, uh...

- It's our birthday tomorrow.
- Yeah, I know.

- Could I ask you a question?
- Sure.

- What happens next?
- What do you mean?

I mean, to me.

Between being me and becoming you.

What happens?

- Do I ever do anything right?
- Well, sure you do.

You do a lot of things right.

- Like what?
- Well...

...you make it through
grade school alive, barely.

In high school,
while you're still a loser...

you're no longer stupid.

You work your butt off
and you get good grades.

Very good grades.

You end up winning
a scholarship to UCLA.

I'm smart?

Very smart.

But you're still a loser. Hop in.

Scoot over.

In college, things start
to get a little bit better.

You join the track team,
find a speech therapist...

you continue to work your butt off

and you graduate
at the top of your class.

You eventually go after
a master's degree in business.

Where I work my butt off.

Story of your life, kid.

The good news is that,

while you are currently
a pathetic dweeb,

eventually, you grow up to be me.

A high-powered, affluent chick magnet.

Who doesn't have a dog or a chick.

Is that how you see me?

- A dog-less, chick-less guy?
- With a twitch.

- Right.
- When do I get that?

I forget.

- When do I learn how to drive?
- When you're 16.

- When do I get a car?
- When you're 18.

When do I get a hickey?

- When you're 17.
- When do I find out what a hickey is?

Not tonight.

Russ?

- Yeah, kid.
- I get what you do now.

I mean, I get what I do.

When I grow up, for a living.

- I figured out how to explain.
- Let me hear it.

You help people lie
about who they really are,

so that they can pretend
to be someone else, right?

Yeah.

See? That's not hard to explain.

That's pretty good.

Good night, buddy.

Good night, kid.

This is ABC-7 Los Angeles.
Now, Eyewitness News.

Good evening, everyone.
And welcome, I'm Harold Greene.

Good evening, y'all.
I'm Deirdre Lafever.

Tonight's top story.

Another high-speed chase
on a Los Angeles freeway.

This time involving a mother of eight
in a stolen minivan.

The chase started about 8:30
this evening when police first no...

I know. Thanks, Don.
See you tomorrow.

I heard the "y'all."

It works.

Well, it's Mr. Image Consultant.

So, what do you think?

Don't tell me. My hair's still too big.

No, it looks good.

Can I buy you a cup of coffee?

Comfort of strangers and all that?

If what you're telling me is true,

that has got to be the strangest thing
I've ever heard.

Makes perfect sense to me.

- It does?
- Why wouldn't your eight-year-old self

time travel here to give you a hand?

I mean, you're obviously in trouble.
It'd straighten you out.

You think he's here
to straighten me out?

Well, of course.

You didn't think
it was the other way around, did you?

Maybe, he's here for you
to teach him some things,

but maybe he's here for you
to remember some things.

Ever thought about that?

Not till just now. No.

Darlin', look.

You're turnin' 40 tomorrow.

You haven't acquired a single thing
of real value in your life.

- Hey...
- And no, no, money doesn't count.

You're virtually friendless,
you barely talk to your family

and you've just lost
the only woman in the world

who's ever meant anything to you.

Who? Amy?

Please.

Look, she's not the only woman
in the world, okay?

She... she works for me.
She's neurotic. She bites her nails.

Nail.

This one.

Oh, my God.

Excuse me. Um.
While he's gettin' a clue, could I...

could I get a warm-up, please?
Thank you.

Okay. Don't stop. Go on.

- What's it like?
- He keeps asking about his future...

my past.

- Haven't really told him much.
- Good.

"Good"? You think that's good?

Why? What would you do?

If little Deirdre was suddenly here,

burstin' out of her St. Mary's uniform,
askin' me what comes next?

Yeah.

I'd say, "Baby, don't you worry
about a thing.

"Everything is just gonna be great."

I mean, how many of us turn out...

...the way we think we will
when we're kids, really?

I mean how many of us grow up
to be astronauts?

Or prima ballerinas?

We just all do the best we can.

Time for me to take big Deirdre home.

You know, if you wanna learn
about your childhood,

seems like you're online
with a pretty good source,

you know what I mean?

Yes, I am.

Deirdre, thanks for taking
the time to help.

Well, don't ever stop
asking for help, Russ.

You just might get it.

- Thanks.
- You take care.

Bye, y'all.

Bye.

Hi, Janet, it's me.
I'm sorry to call so late.

It's okay. Russ.
I think I'll recover.

I just want you to cancel
all my appointments tomorrow

and move 'em to Friday.

- Anything else?
- No, that's it.

- Okay. You've got it.
- No, wait.

There is something else.

I want you to find out why the full moon
looks orange sometimes when it rises.

- Okay. Sure.
- Thanks, Janet.

Goodnight.

Hey, kid.

Rusty.

Hi.

Hey.

Wanna help me with something?

I think it might get you
back to your time.

Sure.

Good.

Anything about me?

Yeah. Anything that'll take me back.

Hmm. You know how I like
to find caterpillars

and put 'em in jars and feed 'em...

and watch 'em make cocoons?

- No.
- And then one day,

they break out and it's really cool.

No. Not a clue.

But keep going. Tell me some more stuff.

Remember last summer
at Josie's birthday party,

when I got Parmesan cheese
stuck up my nose?

- Got any sixes?
- Nope. Go fish.

- Got any fours?
- Negative. Go fish.

Got any sevens?

Tell me some more about Dad.

Sometimes,
he lets me help him work on the car.

But if I do something wrong...

he yells at me.

Sometimes,
he buys me ice cream afterwards.

But still, I don't like messing up.

Like last week, I lost a screw.

I was afraid to tell him.

I found it later on in my pocket.

Look, I still have it.

I'm afraid to give it back to him.

Got any nines?

No.

My homeroom teacher last year
was fat Mrs. Kinkelman.

She was so much better than Mr. Lupus.
He had that purple bump on his face.

I don't remember the bump guy.
What grade was that?

How come you're asking me
all this stuff?

'Cause I'm forgetting something.

I'm forgetting this one event
that meant something to me

and if I can remember that one thing,
maybe I can get you home.

Are you sure it's not the purple bump?

- It's not the bump, kid.
- It was a pretty big bump.

Tell me more about second grade.

Why?
Nobody had a bump in second grade.

My best friend was Tim Wheaton,
until a few months ago.

Remember him?

No, I don't.

His house smells like fish sticks.

- No.
- Well, he was my best friend

until he started hanging out with Vince
and these other creepy guys.

He threw a rock at me
and we haven't been friends since then.

- He threw a rock at us?
- Oh, yeah.

- Why? What happened?
- Oh, those guys get together

every recess in the corner
of the playground yard

where they like to pick on kids.

Back behind the kindergarten.

Yeah. Where the yard monitor
can't see you!

- Where that big sliding board is?
- Yeah, the really huge one!

- You remember it!
- Go on. Don't stop.

There's four of them
and if they don't like you,

they make your life a nightmare!

And the worst thing about them
is they're really mean to animals.

Especially, this one three-legged dog.

Tripod!

Tripod! The dog's name is Tripod!

I know the dog's name!
I know everything, kid.

I know why you're here!
This is the event!

Vince Kajinski, the fight!
It's the fight!

It was my eighth birthday.
It was 32 years ago.

Today!

Holy smokes.

Look at the car!

Look at your clothes!

Holy smokes.

- Holy smokes!
- Holy smokes!

- We did it, kid!
- We did it!

Am I home? Is it really 1968?

No doubt about it, kid.

- What time's recess?
- 10:30!

Hang on, kid.
We've got 15 minutes to change our life.

Okay, now, listen.
This is gonna happen real fast.

So you gotta remember
what Kenny told you, all right?

- One, two, one, two.
- One, two...

Keep your head down, keep swinging.

Look, look, look!
There's the really big slide, remember?

It used to be a lot bigger.

Here's what I remember,

some really bad guys
tie up that three-legged dog, Tripod.

When you try to stop 'em,
you get really thrashed.

- No. Do I save him?
- No.

You go down after only one punch.

Thereby, solidifying your reputation
as a loser for the next eight years,

all the way through high school.

And ruining our life
from that moment on.

Holy smokes.

Any second now,
Vince Kajinski and his cohorts

are gonna come around that corner.

Look. There they are.

Hey, boo!

They're gonna say something to you
to get you to come over there.

Once you get back there,
they have Tripod tied up.

- Any questions?
- Yeah. What's a cohort?

Hey, Rusty, come over here.

It's your birthday, right?
We got a present for you.

Look, kid.
You don't have to do this at all.

You don't have to fight today.

Come on. Hurry up!

No. If I don't go against them today,

I'll have to fight tomorrow
or the next day.

And today, you're here with me.

That's right. I'm here with you today.

I can do this.

You can do it. Don't be afraid.

Here I come!

I'll be right here.

What took you so long?

- Come on, Rusty.
- I just saw it...

- Yeah, hurry up.
- A big surprise.

It's really far out.

Come on, man. It'll be great.
Why don't you go?

- Yeah.
- It'll be fun. There's your present.

Cool, huh?

What are you doing?

This stinking three-legged dog
is worthless.

We'll see him run.
Light the firecrackers.

Let the dog go.
You guys are dirt bags.

- What did you call us?
- Dirtbags!

- Good shot.
- Look at flabby.

- We rule.
- What a dope.

- That was far out.
- Right on.

- Yeah, right on.
- We rule.

Wait, Vince. Turn around.

Oh, that's how it's gonna be.

Come on, Vince. Get him!

Stop it! Come on!

- Get him!
- Come on! Get him!

- Come on, get him!
- Get him, Vince! Get him!

- Up against the wall!
- Come on, Vince!

- Stop!
- Come on, wimp!

Are you gonna cry?

- One, two.
- Gonna run to your mom?

One, two.
One, two!

- Say uncle! Say uncle!
- No.

- Apologize!
- No.

Say uncle! Apologize!

Uncle. I'm sorry.

Yes! You won.

- Holy smokes! You did it!
- Yabba-dabba-doo!

Yabba-dabba-doo is right.

You won the fight. You really did it.
You won the fight.

I did it. I did it! That's all!
I did what I had to do.

Everything's gonna be different now.

Yeah, I guess so.

Over. That is all. Yes.

That's all, right?

- Oh, no.
- What?

It's not over.

This gets worse, kid. Much worse.

What are you talking about?
I won the fight.

It wasn't the fight.

That wasn't it.

It's not over.

Ice on the eye, son.

Mr. Branch,
I put all the reports on your desk.

Mom, I'm sorry. Mom, I'm sorry.

It's okay. It's okay.

I'm sorry you had to come in,
Mrs. Duritz.

We all know you haven't been well.

Please, don't punish him, Mr. Branch.

It's his birthday today.

- Mom, Daddy's home.
- Daddy?

Gloria.

What are you doing?
Are you out of your mind?

- I'm fine.
- Come on, dear.

I'm fine.

Get you inside.

You stay there!

Please don't scare him.
He's had a hard day.

Gloria, the doctor said
you weren't to leave the house.

- What is the matter with you?
- I'm sorry.

How could you do this to your mother?

What are you trying to do,
kill her faster?

- What?
- We're gonna lose her.

God, and you pull some stunt
like you did today.

- You're killing her!
- I found the screw, Dad.

- The screw.
- Stop crying.

Here's the screw, Dad.
Look! Here it is.

- Here it is. I found it.
- Just stop crying.

Please, Dad, look at the screw.
Here it is.

Stop crying!

Stop.

You gotta grow up, now.

Do you understand?

- Yes, sir.
- Grow up.

Grow up!

Mom's dying.

I know.

Soon?

Yeah.

Before your next birthday.

Did I do it?

No.

No, you didn't do it.

It's not your fault.

Dad was just saying those things
because he's scared.

'Cause he knows that
he has to raise you alone,

and he doesn't know how to do it.

I thought you never cried.

Well...

not since my eighth birthday.

Guess I'm starting up again.

- How come?
- 'Cause I just figured out

where I got that twitch from.

Somebody call the "waaambulance."

Yeah. Yeah.

Gonna need 'em now, huh?

Come on. You wanna get outta here?

Let's go.

Let's go get something to eat.

Okay.
But I'm eating whatever I want.

This is disgusting.
Let me have some of yours.

- Hey!
- Hey!

You don't seem all that mad.

About what?

That we didn't change anything.

Like the fact that we're still gonna
have to fight Vince Kajinski

- every week all through grade school?
- Yeah.

And we'll still be ugly
through high school?

- But not stupid.
- Not stupid.

And that we spend our college years

as a chick-less,
dog-less jerk with a twitch?

And still not have a family
when we're 40?

Yeah.

What's done is done.

Yeah.

But, hey, this is our birthday. Okay?

Happy birthday, kid. Cheers, kid.

Hello, boy. How are you doing?

- Who are you?
- Chester, come on, boy.

Did you hear
what he just called his dog?

Chester.

Can that...

be that?

No way.

Can't be.

Here you go.

You like the old plane?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

You did all this.

You put that plane on my doorstep.

Yeah.

Yeah, I thought that was
a particularly nice touch.

Yeah. It was.

I bet you got a lot of questions.

Yeah.

Well, I wouldn't worry about it.

You got 30 years to figure 'em out.

Right now I gotta go. Family's waiting.

It was especially nice seeing you again.

- I'll see you.
- See you.

Bye.

Holy smokes.

We did it.

- Holy smokes!
- Holy smokes!

- We did it!
- We did it!

- I'm okay! We're okay!
- We're okay!

We're okay!

- You're a pilot.
- You're a pilot.

- You're a pilot.
- No, you're a pilot.

- I'm a pilot.
- We grow up to be pilots!

- We grow up to be pilots! Hey!
- We grow up to be pilots!

- Did you see our dog?
- What's his name?

- Chester.
- Chester,

- the world's greatest dog!
- The world's greatest dog!

Yes!

- One, right, left, left...
- Did you see our family?

Yeah. Wild.

That old lady looked familiar.

Yeah. I thought so, too.

- Look at us go.
- Yeah. Look at us go.

I am not a loser!

Look at us go.

Kid?

Bye, kid.

Thanks.

Hello?

I'm here.

Russ?

- Russ?
- Hi, Janet. I'm back here.

- I'll be out in a second.
- Hey, a couple of questions.

Why am I not at the office?
Why are you not at the office?

- And where have you been?
- Did you call my dad?

Yes, I told him you'd be there Sunday
to help him move.

He almost had a heart attack,
if that was your intention.

What about the plane tickets to Hawaii?

I booked 'em. Two first-class seats.
You leave at 2:00.

Thank you. Got a pen?

Change these names on here.
Use my credit card.

Russ!

- I love it, I love it, I love it.
- Aloha, Janet.

I love Hawaii. I love Hawaii!

Do you want to come in?

Yes.

♪ Your love, liftin' me higher ♪

♪ Than I've ever been lifted before ♪

♪ So keep it up, quench my desire ♪

♪ And I'll be at your side for evermore ♪

♪ You know your love keeps on liftin' me ♪

♪ Higher, higher, and higher ♪

♪ I said your love keeps on ♪

♪ Liftin' me higher and higher ♪

♪ Listen, now once I was downhearted ♪

♪ Disappointment was my closest friend ♪

♪ But then you came and he soon departed ♪

♪ And you know he never ♪
♪ Showed his face again ♪

♪ That's why your love keeps on liftin' me ♪

♪ Higher, higher, and higher ♪

♪ I said your love keeps on ♪

♪ Liftin' me higher and higher ♪

♪ All right ♪

♪ Whoo! ♪

♪ I'm so glad I finally found you ♪

♪ Yes, that one in a million girls ♪

♪ And I wish my lovin' arms around ya ♪

♪ Honey, I can stand up and face the world ♪

♪ Let me tell ya your love
Keeps on liftin' me ♪

♪ Higher, higher, and higher ♪

♪ And I said your love keeps on ♪

♪ Liftin' me higher and higher ♪

♪ All right, now, sock it to me ♪

♪ Come on and lift me up, woman ♪

♪ Keep my love going up ♪
♪ Higher and higher ♪

♪ I said keep on lifting... ♪