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Here at Magic Motors, we make high prices disappear.

Prices disappear.

They're not disappearing.

Oh, he's coming!

All right, you clowns, gather around here, I wanna talk to you.

I've got cars out there gathering dust people!

Now you stiffs have got to get John Q and Jane Q's signatures on these contracts.

And then you turn your attention to the other lollipops

that are coming onto the lot.

Mr. Grismer, some of them just want to look.

Want to look?

People come on this lot because they prefer to drive, rather than walk.

Now your job is to sell from the heart.

From the gut. If you're not prepared to do that,

then you can get your low-production butt off my lot

and make room for somebody who is.

Now, get out there and shove those cars down their throats

before I really blow a gasket!

Somebody bring me some hot coffee.

Oh. Hi, little girl.

Would you like to see a magic trick?

Can you make yourself disappear?

As soon as happy hour gets here.

My dad says you probably didn't go to college.

My dad sells Cryptocurrency.

Well, I sell wonder and amazement under the guise of used car sales.

He says in five years, you'll be homeless.

Well, that'd be a step up. Now, beat it, kid,

before I turn your freckles into liver spots.

I hear your attitude was lousy out there today.

Yeah, You know, I think the smell of

baby puke might have weakened my charming personality.

You're paid to entertain, not depress everybody.

I bring the stiffs in Grismer. You know what?

Sometimes I think you forget...

who needs who.

Pitchmen are a dime a dozen, and your tricks are putting people to sleep.

It's only a matter of time until your dime-store magic isn't needed around here.

And there'll come a time when I land the big trick,

people lined up around the block

and you... you begging me to stay.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well, until that day happens or until hell freezes over,

you better shape up or ship out.

Yeah. Yeah.

I don't know how much more of this I can take, Mike.

Grismer?

- I need a new job. - Me too.

You're too good for this place. You should open your own shop.

With what money?

You're wasting your prime years, Mike... on Grismer. Think about it.

You are, too.

Yes, but only physically. Not my soaring soul.

There's no magic here.

Hey, Max. Just waiting for backup.

Doing okay there, buddy?

Yeah, why do you ask?

Well, it seems your friend Vinnie is at it again.

No, no, no. He's actually more of a neighborly acquaintance, Carl.

When he isn't blasted, Vinnie is the kind of guy who

makes death wishes before he blows out his birthday candles.

Wait, how often do you deal with suicidal situations?

Every morning. Right before I walk into work.

- Is that you, Max? - Yeah.

Yeah, me and

three news crews down the street.

You're getting more press than I am, Vinnie.

I lost my job, Max. I'm a failure!

Yeah. Of course you are.

- You've been drinking? - No.

- Why the hell not? - I hate the world, Max!

What's to hate, Vinnie? You never leave your house.

I should just hang myself and get it over with.

You'd look like a human pinata.

- Hold on. - I don't know if I can, Max.

Kill me, please. I want to die.

- Oh, God. - Hey! I haven't read that yet!

It's the morning paper, Ralph. It's five o'clock in the afternoon.

Let me guess, Vinnie. Will you tell him to just end it already, you?

Yeah. I'll relay your kind thoughts.

Hey, Max. I want the crossword section.

Try and keep that commotion down. I'm tired of that no-good bum.

Your a humanitarian, Ralph, did you know that?

Okay, Vinnie.

Guy with your looks is...

- probably good with his hands. - Yeah.

A little shaky right now, though.

Mmm-hmm. Yeah. How about a maintenance job?

I did fix your toaster a few weeks back.

Yeah. Yeah, It burns real good on one side right now.

You know, Vinnie, why don't you try looking on the brighter side, huh?

Remember, I once complained about a hole in my shoe

until I met a man with no feet. Hmm?

What does that mean?

It means, Vinnie, people got it worse than you.

I know a guy, works a nowhere job.

No purpose in his life. Drinks way too much.

His father thinks he's a loser.

He only has one friend in the whole world.

Can't even buy a date unless he makes them his lovely assistant.

Man! I'm glad I'm not him, Max.

He's just one signature trick away from fame and fortune.

Oh, so sad. Whoever this person is, it made me appreciate my life.

Who is this sorry excuse for a human?

I made him up!

Vinnie.

Go have a shot of scotch, huh?

Then you draw a nice hot bath,

with the bubbles and the candles, like you like.

Okay, Max, you're a real good friend.

Is that it? So now what?

Now I go home and try to figure out

why skipping college was a good idea.

You know, I should probably take him in this time, Max.

If you don't, Carl, I'll do another charity event for you guys. Huh?

This should be a really good ending to a really, really good day.

Excuse me. Hi, Mom.

What? Mom, slow... Mom, slow down...

What?

I'm sorry, Max.

I know you and your brother weren't that close, but still,

I'm really sorry.

Shot out of the womb.

Different directions, then never came full circle.

It's sad.

Plane crash, I can't believe it.

He was with his wife, too. I mean, the whole thing. It's just awful.

- Beer me. - Bet your dad is taking this hard, talking about life

just turning on a dime.

Ole!

- How's he doing? - Not good.

But, I mean,

I'm pretty sure he wants to stick around long enough to watch me

totally fail. So that's good.

But, Timmy, my nephew. No one to come home to for dinner.

No one to say, "Hello, Tim."

How was your day, dear?

When was last time you saw him?

He was seven, eight...

- He's 10 now. - Who gets 'em?

Ah, can't be my parents.

Dad's too sick.

Mom couldn't handle pre-teen hormones 25 years ago.

This right here is the result of that.

So that's gonna fall on my shoulders, the kid.

- Can you handle that? - No. No.

I don't like humans.

Much less ones under 18. Now I gotta live with him.

- But he's blood. - To family, Max.

He's blood. And so I'll grind it out.

- Max, the good uncle. - The good Scotch.

Have you ever had like the worst day of your life?

I guarantee you, it isn't as bad as the one I'm having.

Me. I lost everything.

- All at once. - Hey, Tim.

Your long-lost Uncle Max.

Remember me? Famous magician.

I got all those television car commercials.

I sent you that autographed headshot for your birthday last year.

You remember that? Or was it... Maybe it was two years ago.

Uh...

I guess we share the same DNA, you know?

So I'm gonna be the one that has to take care of you.

Not really qualified to be a parent.

Or a human being, for that matter.

I mean, I'm still trying to figure out my own life.

You know, what do I want? Who am I?

Working in a soul-sucking dead-end job?

I mean, I'm paycheck to paycheck.

Just scraping by. No insurance.

Oh, and my girlfriend just broke up with me,

after two and a half weeks. You believe that?

Said she'd rather date a clown.

Hurts. It hurts, you know?

Anyway, I feel a little better now.

Thanks for listening. You feel better too?

I've seen your magic on TV.

Why can't you bring back my parents?

I'm sorry.

There's only one guy who knows that trick.

You can forget about me living with you.

Tim. Oh... This is... This is gonna really be great.

Oh, honey.

You say that I can't live in my house

because you have sell it to the bank or whatever.

So why can't I live with you?

Oh, honey, your grandpa Lyle and I would love to have you live with us.

But he's not well now.

Tim, Grandpa is going to start on some medicine

that's gonna make him really sick.

They can't do it.

- Oh, I love you. - I miss them.

Now? Really?

- This is not gonna work. - Leave it to your mommy.

She could talk the devil into buying a Bible.

Maybe you ought to give up this cheap vaudeville stuff, huh?

Get a real job, like your brother. He had responsibility.

Something you don't know anything about.

Oh...

Hubba hubba.

Too soon?

All right.

What do you think?

I hate it.

I hate wearing that stupid thing.

Nope. No. No.

Look, let's just give this a try, all right?

Let me show you your room.

Maybe you'll like it. I doubt it, but maybe.

Yep. Go down the hall.

Nope. Left.

Huh? What do you think?

I mean, I know it's a little plain but,

that could work out to your advantage, right?

You can pick your own curtains,

pick your own bedspread.

Put posters up.

I used to have one right over my bed. Every night...

We'll keep 'em PG-13, though. Okay?

All right. I'm gonna leave you to it.

Lights out at 10:00. Don't try to climb out the bedroom window, okay?

My neighbor Vinnie has a Rottweiler out there,

and he roams the streets.

This is so hard.

You lost your dad. I lost my brother.

And now we're just sort of stuck together.

I gotta be honest. I don't know what to do.

What would your dad do in a situation like this?

He'd give me a hug and say everything would be all right.

Oh, okay. Yeah, yeah. Let's do that. Come here.

Bring it in. There you go, Timmy.

Just let those tears fly. Everything's gonna be...

Okay. Good night.

Tim, I got some break...

Teach that kid a learnin'.

Figure out there's one boss in this house.

We'll see when Max attacks, man.

Well played.

I don't care.

You don't get it in the first 50 takes this time, I'm dubbing your voice.

Did you know you had a gift for encouragement?

- How's your, um... - Nephew?

He's fine. Come on, you've seen me with the kids.

- They love me. - Right.

Isn't it illegal to leave a 10-year-old kid alone by himself all day?

I tied him to a chair until my next door neighbor could come watch him.

- How are the hemorrhoids? - Quiet on the set.

Are we ready?

Roll it.

Here at Magic Motors, we make high prices disappear.

Cut. Cut.

Tim, I got you a burger, man. Come get it.

Dinner of champions, buddy.

Uh-oh, how'd that happen?

I guess we'll just have to eat together, huh?

Or not. Oh, cool.

That kid is smart.

You see anything you like?

Some of these cars are antiques.

Well, that's a kinder way of putting it.

I'd like to buy something from this century.

Well, you know, they knock off 10 bucks for every dent you find.

Oops.

Do all of the salesmen wear magician outfits?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

I'm not a salesman.

I'm actually the headliner here.

Yeah, you know, the guy who does all the charming television commercials,

who everyone comes to see.

But I'm really just biding my time for the love of the kids. I love kids,

and, uh, yeah, cracking the code.

Oh, and what code is that?

The ultimate magic trick code.

Think about it. Did anyone know David Copperfield before he made the Statue of Liberty disappear?

Before he levitated over the Grand Canyon?

Yeah, I think he was pretty famous before that.

Exactly. You know, I...

I've been thinking about a new trick.

I could use a new, lovely assistant.

Now, that sounds like a line.

Did it work?

I have a job, but thanks for the offer.

We're ready for you, Max.

Oh, oh, oh. They need me... the talent.

Probably another close up. Very little makeup, by the way.

Anyway, you keep... You keep trucking.

Yeah, thank you.

That's Frank "the Tank" from Old School.

- Yeah, ciao. - Bye.

See, you don't have to do my dishes.

- It's my pleasure, Max. - Thank you.

- How's Tim? - Oh, he's fine.

Mmm. He's a nice young man.

- Yeah. - Very quiet. But,

then that's to be expected, considering.

Yeah, considering he was downgraded to "Little Orphan" Timmy.

I remember him as a loud voice with a body.

Now he's like a closed clam in concrete.

Give him time. He's grieving, Max.

Well, bills.

I found out that his dad left me $33,000 in his will,

and he left the kids some money in a trust.

So it's not all bad news. This is. Bill.

- That was generous. - Yeah. Yeah.

I figure it... It buys a little happiness.

Max, you can't buy happiness. Don't you know that?

Yeah, I got the bad credit.

Maybe I can lease it, right?

What is this?

Nice try, kid. You forget that I'm a magician?

I can spot a fake spider miles away.

Oh, fishing line. That's pretty good.

No.

Get off me. Get off me. Spiders, spiders, spiders.

What's for breakfast?

Cookies.

Cookies.

Lame trick.

Cookies are not a nutritious meal.

Yeah, they are. They really, really are.

You crumble them up. You put 'em in a bowl. You put a little milk in it.

All right, we don't have milk. Look at the bowl.

I mean, that's what cereal is.

It's... It's... cookies.

What 10-year-old doesn't like cookies for breakfast?

One that wants to see 11.

Mrs. C is gonna be here soon, try not to kill her.

Can we get a dog?

It's supposed to help with grief.

Nice try. I'm still trying to get the whole kid thing down.

I mean, I gotta figure out. Do you eat too much?

- If you need shots. - If I'm potty trained?

- Are you? - Yes. I know

how to pee in a toilet.

Look, can we just try to get through this week?

Then we can talk about adoption. All right?

Pet or person?

Because I have no interest in a sibling.

- Especially a sister... - Tim.

- How tall are you? - Why?

What do you think about a magician that can cut a kid in half.

An illusion.

Yeah, sure. An illusion. Okay.

I think it's been done.

You're right.

Why don't you get a good cavity started, huh?

Try not to break anything.

I'll be home after work.

And here are the keys to your new car.

- Thank you. - Now, when it breaks down...

If it breaks down, be sure to call us.

- Will do. - Enjoy.

Oh, hello. Oh, you bought one of our cars.

Got a decent deal.

Really?

Well, you will be happy to know that part of our policy here

at Magic Motors is for the charming magician...

to provide lunch to all of our new buyers.

Except I don't do it for everyone.

- Uh, well, thanks anyway. - Oh, oh, oh.

I think I see what's happening here.

I think the life of a magician must seem unattainable to the lay person.

Glamorous, uh, well, magical.

But I assure you, underneath this cape,

I'm really just a regular guy.

- I'm sure you are. - Yup.

And I am really only in the market for a car right now.

I mean, do I have plenty of other interests?

Sure. Many goals and, well, long-range plans.

Like what?

Like I said, there are so many. How could I name just one.

Surviving my nephew. Excuse me.

- World peace. - Really?

- Yeah. - Me, too.

Well, congratulations on your new car and I will see you for lunch.

Impressive. I think the depth of your character blew her mind.

Shouldn't you be working?

- I'm reading the paper. - Really?

When did you become interested in world events?

I'm not. I'm just checking the obits, hoping to find your name,

World peace?

I couldn't think of a single thing that I'm passionate about.

Oh, come on.

Have you ever seen anyone choked to death?

Like really choked to death, even in the movies?

Because that's what it was like.

So how's Tim?

Makes Godzilla look like a gecko.

That bad?

I think he's trying to force my hand.

I mean, he doesn't wanna live with me. Who does?

He probably just feels alone.

Amelia Earhart was alone. Charles Lindbergh was alone.

Those people that got stuck at the top of Mount Olympus, they were alone.

- It's Everest. - Exactly.

I'm getting hit in the face by this parenthood like a brick.

And I'm picking adolescent shrapnel out of my body.

Look, I'm gonna give him the get-to-hate-me grace period,

like I give everyone else and, uh...

I don't know, throw some chores at him.

What's chores?

The ones I don't wanna do.

- Hi. - First time here?

Yeah, I just moved in across the street.

- Welcome to the town. - Thank you.

What can I get you?

Um, can I get two scoops of chocolate please?

You got it.

Is chocolate your favorite?

Yeah. I like the original flavors.

I was gonna get vanilla but I decided chocolate, so.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

Oh, are you okay?

- Here. - Thanks.

Can I buy you another one?

No, I think one of the scoops got down my throat.

I'm Brandi. You live at those places near my house, right?

Yeah. Tim. I'd shake your hand,

but you'd probably get sticky handlebars.

Thanks. I've got to go.

But maybe I'll see you around.

- Okay, cool. - Bye.

- Hello. - What?

I want to call a truce. Okay, I surrender. Whatever it takes.

You clearly have a future in espionage.

You know, Tim, when I thought about having a kid,

I thought it would be a baby crib and nursery rhymes,

and I got an adult.

I want you to have that.

That's my very first magic hat.

Be careful with that. Actually lost my virginity...

Tim, when a man loves another...

Okay, I know what virginity is.

- You do. Good. - Sure, okay.

Okay.

- You like being a magician? - I love it.

You know I like the best, though.

The idea that I could maybe make somebody's day

a little less miserable than mine.

Not too difficult to do it, I might add.

I could teach you some if you want.

What are you going to teach me first?

How to put a snake in a cookie jar?

You know, Tim, magic's a mindset.

You start small and you build it up,

and then you're catching bullets with your teeth.

I'll teach you everything I know.

Except...

my big signature trick.

Why not that one?

Tim, it's dangerous,

even death-defying.

Plus, if I told you,

I would have to kill you.

Not if I killed you first.

You can't 'cause I'd disappear. Poof!

My dad used to teach me stuff.

I wish he was here.

I do, too. I miss him.

Anyway, tomorrow,

we get magical.

Give me it up high. Down low.

Too slow.

Ooh, I'm out. I'm safe though, right?

- Sure. - You sure?

Yeah. You're good.

- I hope so. - Watch out for the spiders!

- Oh! - Nah, I'm kidding.

Cups.

Put the ball in...

- Woah! - Voila!

I did it!

Cool.

Hey!

Getting some ice cream?

Not today.

Sunflower seeds are safer.

Probably not as sticky either.

- Want some? - Sure.

Clifford?

Yeah.

Ew.

So where do you live?

Right down the street.

I'm staying with my uncle.

Parents on vacation?

No,

they died.

My daddy died in the war.

Ew.

You're not supposed to eat the shell.

Why?

So you have to crack the shell,

and then you spit out the shell,

and then you eat the stuff inside.

That's gross.

No, try it.

Okay, here goes.

It takes some practice.

Got a whole bag. Keep trying.

My mom would love seeing me do this.

You wanna see a magic trick?

Sure.

- Red and blue, right? - Uh-huh.

Now, it's yellow and green.

Whoa.

- Wanna try? - Sure.

Nope.

A magician never reveals his secrets.

This is so cute.

I'd like to buy it. How much is it?

$5.

I think this is five.

One, two, three, it's five.

Well, thank you so much.

You're welcome. Enjoy Bonita.

Thank you. I will.

Hello.

Hello.

- Just that. - You look familiar.

Wait a minute. You do, too.

You bought one of our freshly-impounded used cars.

Jen-ni-fer.

Oh, that's such a... That's a beautiful name.

And you're that, uh,

Merlin, the magician guy.

Max "the Magical."

At your service, my lady. It's catchy, isn't it?

Merlin is the guy with the beard.

Old guy, not like me.

And he helps the kid with the sword.

It's a good movie.

So where is your magic outfit?

It's at the cleaners.

It's tough getting all that fairy dust off, you know.

Plus, a little baby throw-up, too.

Listen, I know this timing is maybe a little weird...

$49.95.

You know what? I actually have this.

That's embarrassing.

Um, I will just get this beautiful little heart.

$10. Cash or credit?

I love the way you say that.

"Cash or credit."

Cash, 'cause I have plenty of cash.

Cash has not been a problem for me,

if you know what I mean.

Do you wanna buy Park Place or Boardwalk?

Remnants from a series of pranks with my nephew.

We called a truce.

Actually, I surrendered.

Um, it's a long story.

We all have stories, don't we?

$10 for the heart.

Ten and one.

That's for you.

Here's your heart.

Thank you.

I'll go.

Bye...

That's four times through the line in a half hour.

I know. I love it.

I think it's my new hobby.

Your quest will be fruitless, you know.

Mmm.

I believe in Cinderella stories.

I believe in tragedies.

Hmm.

That's really funny.

$3.50.

Oh, yeah. You know what?

I know how stores always need change.

It's funny they never have change.

So that's why I'm paying in change,

not because I don't have money or anything like that.

But I brought you some... Some quarters.

Quarters are important.

One, two...

Three... Let me take you away from this.

You know what? That's good enough.

Just take the bird.

Thank you, from me, too.

You should see me in my cape.

I did.

- Oh, sorry. - You scared the hell out of me.

I'm sorry. Sorry. I hurt my whole leg.

Oh, hi. How are you?

Funny meeting you here.

Okay, look, you seem like a nice guy.

Thanks. I am. I'm really nice.

Okay. I just got into town. I've got responsibilities.

Meeting a man at this point is not a priority.

Oh, well, how far down the list do you think it is?

It's about where your shoes are.

- So you're saying there's a chance? - Okay, I'm just keeping it real.

- That's from Dumb and Dumber. - I know.

You do? See, we have this in common.

Um, okay. You know what? You know what?

Catch me on one of my TV commercials.

Aren't your TV commercials late at night?

Yeah.

Technically, the next morning. So?

You hurt my feelings.

I will look for it.

I'm gonna send you a secret signal,

Monopoly money. I'm gonna wave it out.

I'm just gonna walk around you.

- This is our thing anyway right? - Yep.

Oh, that was... That was magic.

Max. Did Tim tell you about his new friend?

No. Big deal, Mrs. C.

It's a girl.

Facts of life are in play already, huh?

All right, come on. Let's go.

Little man talk, Mrs. C. Let's go.

Okay. I got it.

This is gonna be awkward. Okay?

Hit me.

- What's your secret? - Secret?

With the babes, man.

You're getting everywhere. I'm getting nowhere.

There is no secret.

I just let it happen naturally.

Okay, I see what's happening here.

You want to see old Uncle Max burn up on reentry.

You know what?

I'll tell you my secret

if you tell me your big trick.

A magician never reveals his tricks.

Okay, good luck with the babes.

Hmm. Good talk?

He still has a lot to learn.

I've sent a few items gathered from your past.

I knew I never gave you

all the father-son talks you deserve.

I was never a hug and kissy type of father.

You had many more coming than I ever gave you.

You never let me down. You always tried your hardest.

And when we argued, you were mostly right.

But I couldn't bend in my thinking.

Life is so short, as they say,

so make your years with Tim heartfelt and full of joy.

Always here for you. Love, Dad.

What's that?

My, uh, my dad sent this.

It's all stuff from when I was a kid.

Broke my nose trying to catch my first grounder.

Nice catch. Oh...

Here.

Your first hand-me-down.

Be careful with that thing. You could poke an eye out.

Or mine.

Maybe I should use it on this boy named Clifford.

He's got it out for me.

I noticed the scratches once in a while.

Clifford? Huh?

- Cliff-ford? - Mmm-hmm.

Clifford.

I'd be a bully if my name was Cli-fford.

So what's his racket?

- Takes lunch money, huh? - Oh, yeah.

That and he makes people pay for protection...

from himself.

He calls it life insurance.

Word is, he has 500 bucks in his backpack.

- What? - I say it's like closer to 150.

Not too sure what I'm supposed to say here.

I think I should say,

"Don't ever take that slingshot to school for any reason."

- Hmm? - Okay.

You gotta settle it with your fists. Capisce?

- Really? - You give him a one-way ticket

to knuckle airlines, uppercut. Uppercut.

- Seriously? - Let me see what you got.

Yeah, that's it. You kick butt.

- Name names. - Yeah, yeah.

Yeah. That hurts, okay.

You walk away.

You know, bullies are just bullies

because they're scared.

They don't want anyone to know so they put on this big act.

You stand up to him, you got no problems.

I never thought about it that way.

Well, this time, you should.

I can't hit a thing.

- Can I try? - Sure.

Hey.

- Yeah? - Mmm-hmm.

How did you do that?

Just did it.

So, have you cried yet?

No.

I cry every day.

Especially at night.

Leaving already?

I hear my mom cry at night.

Crying is good.

I wish I could talk to my mom and dad.

You can.

Visit them at their grave site.

It helped me.

I gotta go. See you around.

See you later.

So, yeah, I just waited for her outside her store,

you know, suave and stuff.

So you... You're stalking her.

Stalking,

staking, staking out.

So?

The Berlin Wall went up again.

So, break it down again.

It might take another hundred years.

Definitely would be worth it, though.

Yeah. Hi, Mrs. C.

What?

Unbelievable.

Yeah. No. Lock him in the closet with no food or water.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

What happened?

Timmy, the kid,

broke a car window with a slingshot.

Who gave him that?

Someone who should definitely not

have responsibility over young children.

Whoa!

- Max. - Hi.

- Tim left. - What?

Vinnie, open up!

I didn't call the cops.

Vinnie, I don't have time for your games.

My nephew, Tim, took off. Which way did he go?

You're really high up.

Sorry about the window.

It's all right. The wind made it curve.

Are you gonna punish me?

Nah.

That is nah,

as long as you tell me your secret.

All right, I'll go first.

My secret is...

I don't have a big signature trick.

I never have.

That's why I work a nowhere job for peanuts.

I lack inspiration.

I like your magic tricks.

Yeah, well, thanks. 'Cause you're a rare breed.

All right, that's my secret. You're up.

My secret?

Yeah, come on. I just spilled my guts out.

The secret is to be yourself.

That's what I do.

No, no, no, no, no, no. Come on. This is serious.

Listen, I met this total babe, and...

I mean lady.

And every time I get around her,

I say stupid things, I do stupid things,

I get real nervous.

For the first time...

ever.

I need help, man!

Come on, spill it.

Like, how did your dad get your mom?

How am I supposed to know? I wasn't even born.

Yeah. Good point.

Well, just take a guess.

She always liked compliments.

Ah, yeah.

Jennifer, you're so hot.

No more specific.

Like...

Your hair smells delicious.

Or... I like your boobies.

No, come on.

Like, your eyes are beautiful.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Eyes are good.

She also liked thoughtful gifts.

Oh, yeah. I could get her like a...

a gift certificate to the movies.

Come on. More thoughtful.

Like, if it's the first thing that comes to mind...

Yeah. Then it's not that thoughtful.

No.

Good talk. Good talk.

I'm falling.

I, Max

"the Magical,"

shall levitate that cup into that can.

- Do you believe I can do it? - No.

You wanna put your money where your 10-year-old mouth is?

- Quarter says I can. - Bet you a dollar you can't.

Dollar's pretty steep. Okay, you better pay up.

Please, I need complete silence.

I am conjuring my personal force.

Yes!

- You see it? It moved. - No.

- That was the wind. - Wind-schmind. That was me.

That was Max "the Magical." Watch.

Watch and learn.