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So, where are you from?

Dallas, originally.

Dallas.

What brings you to California?

Well, work.

That's always the way it is.

So, here's the guest house,

and there's a pool.

It's not heated,

but it doesn't need to be. It gets

quite warm in the summer.

And there's a barbecue right outside

your door,

so you're welcome to use the pool and

the barbecue whenever you want.

You like it?

It's lovely.

Perfect, actually.

I'll be requiring a six-month lease. Is

that a problem?

No, no, it's not a problem at all.

Well, good.

So, when would you like to move in?

Is that right now?

How about right now?

Great!

I just have a little paperwork for you

to sign,

and I need the first and last month in

deposit. Is that cool?

I'll go get my bags.

Great!

So, why do you say that figures?

Don't know.

My mother is always renting it out to

older loser tights.

I think she's looking for a new husband.

You don't believe

in sugarcoating it,

do you?

No.

Waste of time.

So,

how do you know I'm some kind of loser

type?

You're renting our cottage,

aren't you?

And you

're, what,

80?

Uh, no, no,

I'm not. Don't add the years. They come

on as quickly as they do.

Like, uh,

how do you know I'm not some kind of

contract hitman?

I'm just,

like, laying low for a while.

You're funny. That's funny.

This isn't Mexico,

is it?

If a hitman's laying low,

that's where they go. I

think you've watched too many movies.

You're funny for an old guy.

What's up with the old guy?

I've rented out the cottage again.

Mom.

We needed the money.

This one's an even bigger loser than

the last one. Sophie,

don't be mean.

It's true.

That's not true. He's very nice. He

just moved down from Stanford.

He's heading up the English department

at the community college.

Which, by the way,

young lady,

is where you're going to be going

because I can't afford to send you to

UC.

Mom!

Sophie, don't start with me now.

Why do you do this?

Sophie?

You didn't invite him to dinner,

did you?

Just be nice.

You're being embarrassing.

Go get ready for dinner.

It'll be ready in an hour,

and you will be nice.

Okay.

This is absolutely the most

wonderful meal I have ever had. I

cannot even begin to find the words to

describe it. Thank you. And just wait

until you try the red velvet cake.

It's amazing.

I can't wait.

Excuse me,

I don't need to pry or anything,

but... What happened to Mr. Larson?

Well, he...

He took off when I was six months old.

He just couldn't really handle it,

so it's just been Sophie and I ever

since.

The story used to be that he was killed

in action during Desert Storm. But he

was never in the Army,

was he?

He was. Briefly. But he was discharged.

For... For... For...

Medical reasons. Drugs!

It's true.

He did have a drug problem,

but it was just because he had...

Stomach ulcer.

You're always making excuses for him. I

am not.

Um, listen,

uh...

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring that

up. It's none of my business to pry. Uh...

Uh,

where was I?

Yes. And,

uh, salute.

Cheers to the wonderful cook,

and I'm sure... Thank you. ...her

equally most wonderful assistant.

Salute.

Oh, I'm so full. I'm just gonna turn in.

But you haven't tried the red velvet

cupcakes yet.

Uh, you know what?

I don't think I've got room. I've

actually been gaining a couple pounds,

so maybe I can catch up on this. Maybe

tomorrow will be great.

Okay. Yeah.

Well,

then have a good night. Right. Sweet

dreams. Right. Thank you. Good night.

I can't believe

you did that.

I can't believe you threw yourself at

him all night.

I did no such thing.

It's late.

I'm going to bed.

You. Clean up the kitchen.

Please let me stay for a few minutes.

You can't.

Everything my mom said is a lie.

My father didn't run away when I was

six months old.

It was a few years ago.

He was a good dad.

They just didn't get along.

Bobby's arguing and everything.

And one day he couldn't take any more

and he left. She drove him away.

I'm sorry to hear that.

This is still very inappropriate.

Why?

I like you.

And I'm getting old,

too.

Yeah, right.

I'm almost 20.

Yeah.

Stop it. It's not funny. Yeah.

Yeah. You're almost 20. Like in what?

Two years?

I didn't mean anything I said before.

It's just that's how things come out. I

don't know why it just does.

Well, maybe you need

someone to teach you some manners.

I know.

I need someone like you.

I've been bad. And I need a father

figure back in my life to punish me

when I've been bad.

And tonight,

I've been very bad.

I push you to get some fucking

attention. Oh,

my

God.

Oh, my

God. Oh,

shit.

Yeah,

fuck

you.

Get it in

there. Oh,

yeah.

Oh, God.

Can't I stay tonight?