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Some fairy tales are true.

Most other stories we make up
to help us deal with real life.

It all depends
on your point of view,

but here are the facts.

There was once a princess
who lived in a castle

high above the streets
of an enchanted kingdom.

The king and queen
were long gone,

but they left her
with their treasure

so that she could stay
a princess forever.

On the eve
of her 22nd birthday,

a great celebration
was planned.

Molly's machine.
Speak your piece.

Oh, birthday girl,
pick up, pick up, pick up.

Huey and I
are just sitting here waiting.

You better be on your way.
- Money down she's still asleep.

Molly, wake up!

Molly's machine.
Speak your piece.

Hey, Molly, it's Justin here.

Callin' from the studio
to wish you a happy birthday...

Give me five more minutes,
baby, and I'll rock your world.

Love ya!

You can't turn the hallway
into a greenhouse, Miss Gunn.

Good evening, Mr. McConkey,

Please say hello
to your wife for me.

Bye. Have a nice night!

I've alerted the management
company about this.

Oh, my.

I put the flowers upstairs for you,
but this is out of hand.

Got a girl, Tony?

Not one that could fit
into this dental floss.

Be a darling and send all this stuff
to the Salvation Army!

You're the greatest, Tony!

Molly?
- Hey, Ingrid, it's me.

- Where the hell are you?
- I'm sorry, I passed out.

I was watching TV.
- That was a premeditated nap.

You did this to me on purpose.

You're my best friend
in the whole universe.

How could you possibly think
a thing like this?

It's like stabbing me in the heart.
Thank you!

Forget it, okay?

I didn't want to tell you,
but our little night out has grown.

Huey and I are here
with a few of your closest friends

waiting to wish you a...

Happy birthday?

Happy birthday.

I tried calling you from home.

The girly to end all girlies
is in the house.

Happy birthday, Molly.

We got you, Molly!
- We got you, didn't we?

You did, I thought it was
gonna be just us guys going out.

Hell, no! What kind of friends
you think we are?

Look at this.
This here is a party, right?

You're 22?

I just turned 19
and I thought I'd kill myself.

You look good, though.
Buy you a drink?

No, thanks.

I wanna connect the dots, baby.
Look at the babes, Molly,

They're, like, beautiful
and natural and sexy, right?

Beauty like that is universal.

They really do look young, huh?

The thing I love about women
is that you are willing

to accept each other
for who you are.

There you are, sweetie.

You remember Julie and Holly
from the MOMA Junior Committee?

Happy birthday.
I love your solid hair scrunchy.

Thanks.
- Issey Miyake?

Home Depot.

You can get Botox injections
for that forehead wrinkle.

Face Factory.
No appointment necessary.

Why would I have
a worry wrinkle?

Why would you think
anyone would care?

Excuse me?

I had shoes like yours once,
when I was five.

That was what,
like three days ago?

Try three years.

Excuse me, Thumbelina,

but you're still a little underage
to be clubbing, aren't you?

You're a little overage to be
wearing a lampshade in your hair.

Bright idea?

You brought your own
personal soap?

You want to pick up
bacterial meningitis or polio,

you go ahead
and be my guest.

Whatever diseases
you're already carrying

probably make those
sound like a joke, anyway.

There you are. I finally found
your little monster butt.

Come here!

I know you have trouble
reading something as simple

as a sign on the door, Gooey Huey.
so let me help you,

This is the ladies' room.

Really? What's your excuse?
- Give me my purse.

My boss' kid.
They can't keep a nanny.

They fired their
third one this month today.

She had dirty fingernails.
It was her or me.

That hurts.
- Where's my purse?

In my hand.

Ing, am I hideous?
- What?

As my best friend,
it is your duty not to lie to me.

Please tell me,
am I turning into a hideous hag?

You can have any guy here
with the snap of a finger.

What's gotten into you?

Oh, my God.

Molly, let me show you something.
Come here,

Sit down.
- Great, You again.

I want to thank you all
for having me here.

I've heard there's a birthday tonight.
Where's that birthday girl?

All right.
This one's for you.

The lights beam
down from the stars

And it takes my breath away

And the tears of glee
in my heart

End up voicing words to say

All I feel is invested in this...

Oh, my God.
Who is that?

That's my boy Neal Fox,

I found him playing
at a dive in the Village.

He's smokin'.

Can I have him
for my birthday?

No, Molly, I brought him here
so Roma could check him out.

Besides, he's 100% girly free.

He's celibate, like Morrissey.
He's all about the music.

You wouldn't know real music
if Mozart hit you on the head.

Quiet, the both of you.

Quiet? This place is so loud,
it is giving me a migraine.

My call of love

Then she'll rise with love...

Mom!

No, your mom's over there
talkin' to my man Nas.

We been tryin'
to sign him for months.

Could you please keep it down?
- Mom, I wanna go home now!

Night, Molls.
- Bye.

Good night, Molly!
- Bye!

I finished my new record and...
- That's great, Duncan.

Nice to see you. Where is he?
- ... give me your two cents.

Huey said this guy
is practically a monk.

What the hell
are you trying to prove?

The only reason you're looking
at this guy is because you can't have him.

He's a rock 'n' roll
poet sex god.

You'll toss him in a week.

No, Ing, this one's different.

I can feel it.

That was good.

Kid, I haven't heard
blue-eyed soul like that

since Jeff Buckley's record.

See what I'm sayin'?

What did I tell you, Roma?
He's smokin', right?

You did good, Huey.
- I need eight hours, Mom.

If I don't get eight hours,
my immune system crashes,

Record something more up-tempo
I can get on the radio.

Let's go.
- Work it out with Huey.

Go...

That's what I'm talkin' about.
She gets it.

I get it.
You don't get it.

Wait...
- Neal, you need to get it.

I think we got ourselves
a Grammy!

I hate that...

Kids! Always hogging
your attention.

Hi.
- Hi, Birthday girl.

Yeah, happy birthday.
- Thank you.

Is this demo thing for real?

She's about to sign you!
I can feel it in my bones.

Rocket to the moon, baby.
Rocket to the moon.

Oh, my.

Are you really
Tommy Gunn's daughter?

Seriously?

Can you hold my purse, please?

Yeah.
- Thanks.

Jesus!

I guess there is
a certain family resemblance.

His guitars are in there?
- You wanna come see?

Yeah.

Can you just wait here
just one second, please?

Thank you.
- Yeah.

Right.

Welcome
to Le Ch�teau Chez Molly.

Nice.

What on God's earth is that?

Mu.
- Don't you mean oink?

No, "Mu" means "pork" in Thai.

He was going to be my curry diner
one night in Bangkok,

but we fell in love.

If you wait here,

I will fix us some
bonbonni�res confiseries.

Oh, my God.

Looks like you found it
on your own.

I can't believe it!

This is it.

This is the acoustic Muddy Waters
gave Tommy Gunn.

He played it at Budokan.
- Summer of '88.

Daddy's little girl

That's you.

Paints the world
with her magic wand

Please don't sing that song.

"Molly Smiles."
He opened the show with it.

For me

And then he
and my mom died.

Listen, I didn't mean to...

Okay. Yeah.

So what's next?

How about dessert?

Am I gonna be able
to pronounce it?

I don't know.

Can you say..."Pez"?

I'm just not supposed
to act impulsively, you know?

Part of my whole sobriety thing.

Made a vow,
haven't broken it yet.

Pez.

I haven't had a drink
in 224 days.

I'm also not supposed to have
romantic relationships my first year.

Pez.

It's called
the Law of Contrary Behavior.

If I want a drink,
I don't have one.

If I want to skip a gig,
I force myself to go.

If I meet a girl
and I want her to come over...

I send her home.

Pez.

Those are vows
I haven't broken.

Ships crossing like ghosts
in the night

Night names,
unremembered faces in sight

Took what we can
in need to survive

Oh, my God, I love it!

It's the most
lyrically advanced thing I've done.

No, purple means
rock 'n' roll royalty,

and it picks up
the highlights in your eyes.

You're too hot for those
earth tones you've been wearing.

What about the song?
Is it too fast, too slow, what?

It's kind of like the same thing
over and over again.

Is there, like, a hook
or a good chorus or something?

A hook?
- Yeah.

I don't do hooks.
- Okay.

I'm not a sell-out. I don't
wear purple and I don't do hooks.

I said okay, okay?

Names... names unremembered,
faces in sight

Molly, I thought you were dead.

Neal's in the other room.
- That guy is still there?

You always do this.
When are you gonna grow up?

He's never going to leave.

All he does is mope
and play these loser songs.

Help me, please.

I don't know how to get rid of this guy
without breaking his heart.

Hold.
Just a minute!

Oh, my God,
I'm being totally suffocated.

Yeah?

Can you take those off?

Ing, I'll call you.

Baby... I'm not a love machine.

No, my boxers...
can I have them back, please?

Thanks.

What's going on?

Listen, I've got to go.
- Go?

Go where, go?

Home, Molly.

The place where I live,
where I have a life,

where I do my laundry,
get sleep, try to make music.

Why can't you
make music here?

This is a world gone mad,

like I've stepped
through the looking-glass.

There's a week's worth of leftovers,
a month of laundry.

Look at this place.
- We'll call maid service.

You call maid service.
I've got to rejoin the human race.

No!

I don't understand.

Listen, I just feel
like I'm suffocating.

I need some air.
- We can open the windows.

It's not about the windows.
I need my shirt back.

Damn! I forgot
to get new strings.

I have, like,
five gigs this week

and I have not done
a single thing.

I have got to get to work.
I'll call you later, I swear.

Oh, my God.

This place is beyond
its normal grotesque.

It's post-nuclear.

Ninety-eight messages?

Molly, your machine
has 98 messages on it.

Write them down for me,
will you?

He's gone.
I have no life.

What?

"Of course you have a life."

"I don't need to tell you that."

That's what you're
supposed to say to me.

Sorry.

As your best friend,
it's my duty not to lie to you.

Besides,
you wanted him gone, remember?

I did?

What are all these
final notices?

I'm gonna call him.

I think now is
a good time to call him.

Would you hand me the phone?
I'm gonna call him right now.

Focus for one second.

Your electric has been canceled
and so has your gas.

Who pays your bills?

Bob.

Bob who?

I don't know.
My parents' guy Bob.

Your phone's dead.

These rooms...

sound so empty
without the sound of his music.

Bob's number
has been disconnected.

Oh, God.

I'm sure it's little consolation,
but you're not the only one

who got taken, Miss Gunn.

Bob Kopalski had ten clients,

assets equaling over $100 million,
when he disappeared.

You're telling us
that none of it's insured?

What a disaster.
Thank God for the residuals.

Actually, Kopalski took such heavy
advances on the royalty income

that by the time
the account recoups.

Miss Gunn will be
on Social Security.

Where does someone disappear
with $100 million?

The best we can guess
is South America.

Can't you just sue?

My God,
how could he do this to her?

He'll be back.
They always come back.

If he does, he'll be looking
out the back of an FBI van

on his way
to a long prison term.

It'll be years
before you see a dime, if ever.

Mr, Feldman, as a lawyer,

may I please ask your advice

as per what to do in the meantime
as far as, you know, money?

Get a job?

"Dear prospective employer,

"although I've had
no previous employment, ever,

"the following is a partial
but significant list

of personal recommendations,
including contact information."

The Dalai Lama, Tibet?

900-thread count
Egyptian cotton.

No man can resist
Egyptian cotton.

Tibet is a country, Molly,
not contact information.

Why not add "earth"

in case someone
needs to know where Tibet is?

This is not a r�sum�.

It shows I'm a people person.

Focus on the interview.

Hello.
Pleasure to meet you.

I will work overtime, weekends,
holidays, Yom Kippur, Christmas.

You name it, I will be here.
- I'm sure that won't be necessary.

Ingrid says you guys met
at Darlington?

I was valedictorian there
two years in a row.

That's so neat.

Tell me, what is the price
on a set of these?

$1,369 plus tax.

You're in denial.
You're broke, remember?

Trish, hon, tell me, do employees
get a discount around here?

Ten percent, and some employees
are among our best customers.

I'll take them.
Ing, this is the greatest job ever.

Who is it?
- It's Molly!

I was just out shopping
in the neighborhood.

At midnight?
- It's the city that never sleeps.

You can't do this.
I have to be at the studio at 9:00.

I can't act like a kid anymore.
- Really?

Neal, I haven't seen sheets
like this since the third grade.

Rocket ships?

You wouldn't have my jacket in there?
It's like my lucky jacket.

I never get onstage without it.
I left it behind the other day.

No.

I guess you're gonna have to
come over and look for it.

I can't disappear
from the world again.

I can't lose myself in this obsessive-
compulsive irrational behavior.

Feel.

Excuse me?
- Feel.

Egyptian cotton...

900-thread count.

All right, I'll tell you what.

Maybe we can, like,
date, okay?

Okay.

But it's gonna have to be
a mature adult relationship with...

alarm clocks in the morning...
- I love alarm clocks.

and work during the day.

We eat with silverware,
knives and forks...

drink out of glasses...

do the dishes.

Is it bedtime yet?

Molly, wake up.

I'm sorry.

It's not going to work out.

You spent all night at that guy's
house doing God knows what,

then you come here
and crash at work.

I can't believe you did this to me
after all the strings I pulled.

I know that I'm
an undeserving creep,

but can we please
talk about it over lunch?

No! Our lunch date is canceled.
You can't afford lunch.

Fine, see if I care.
I'll live off of water and sunshine.

You won't have to.

Once again your main man
is gonna come through for ya.

You're gonna get me
a record deal.

Not exactly.

Hi!
- Oh, my God.

You're my new nanny?

Hi, Laraine.
- It's Ray.

Nobody calls me Laraine.

Okay, Ray, I'm Molly.

We met at my birthday party,
remember?

You're late.

By, like, a second.

By three and a half minutes.

I have to take my Aciphex
by 4:26, and it's...4:18 right now,

We'll take it when we get home.
- That's when I take my Colitin.

The agency must really be
getting desperate.

I actually am uniquely qualified
for this position,

having spent so many years

developing my skills
as a people person.

Mission accomplished?

Fruit punch?

Why don't you
just drink cyanide?

At least it's quick.

Damn.

Hang your coat up in there.

What is this, The Shining?

Who is that?
- Nobody.

What's wrong with him?
- None of your b-i business.

Shoes!

This is your room?

There's no fooling you,
is there?

It's so...

orderly.

These are so neat!

I remember when there were
only four models.

I can't believe this.
She's beautiful.

Look at these legs.
- That's Pli�ing Polly.

Put her back!

How cool is this?

Look at this little tea set!

You don't touch that unless
I happen to invite you to tea.

Look at these cute little scones.

Get away from there.

Well, I say, Lady Sassafras,
would you like some cr�me fra�che

to go with
your darling pastries?

You just got your germy drool
over my plastic scone, you freako.

Kid, have you ever been
to a shrink?

Since I was three.

What?

Good afternoon, Miss Ray.
Dinner is ready.

There's just nothing
like good help.

You missed a spot.

Isn't doing the dishes what the maid
is supposed to be for?

She doesn't know how to dry
without leaving spots.

You don't know how to dry
without destroying the environment.

For every roll
of paper towels you waste,

a tree in the rain forest dies.

I'm gonna die of botulism

from the germs on that gunky
towel, you tree-loving hippie.

At least I don't prefer tofu
to normal hamburgers.

I'm not the one who's gonna get
mad cow disease and go nuts,

though you don't seem to have
a brain to fry in the first place.

Maybe not, but at least I'm not
holding the germ-infested towel.

Give me that plate.

No, sorry.
You might infect it.

Why don't you get your plastic
baggie and dig up some penicillin?

No!
- Come on.

Give me the plate!
- You want it?

How bad do you want it?

Get a broom.

You get a frickin' broom.

When you work for me,
you leave when I say you can leave.

For your information,
I do not work for you.

I am employed by your mother.

Yeah?
Take a look around.

Do you see her anywhere?

News flash... you're not gonna

unless you make an appointment
with her assistant

or hang around her bedroom door
at 3:00 in the morning.

In the meantime,
you're workin' for me.

Is that so?

News flash, Mussolini...

I quit!

Are you all right, Miss Gunn?
- Just great.

Baby!

Baby, what are you doing outside
all by yourself?

How did you get locked out?

Mama's had a day.

I've lived here for 20 years.
How can you do this?

Aside from that...

This is a family building,
Miss Gunn.

I suggest you find somewhere
you'd be more welcome.

Like Los Angeles.

You will be allowed back
into your apartment

only so long as you are accompanied
by a management representative

and only long enough
to gather your belongings.

That is, those personal belongings
we don't insist on holding

as collateral for the rent
and utilities you owe.

You are otherwise barred
from the premises.

I know this is
a big change for you,

but it'll feel like home
in no time at all.

This is the bedroom...
my bedroom, of course...

but there's plenty
of drawer space if you need it.

I can't believe those creeps
would throw a destitute woman

into the street.

Chivalry is so dead.

This is the bathroom.
I hung up your towels for you.

I've been here
a thousand times.

You know the kitchen.

Julie and Holly come over
Thursdays for our weekly bake fest.

Mondays, Penny and Ethel come
so we can do yoga with Rajiiv

right here in the living room.

But this is going to be
a problem.

Ing, don't you think it's weird
that Neal hasn't called me?

No, but I think it's weird
that you're wearing his jacket.

I told you just bring
the essentials, Molly.

You can't keep all this stuff.

And he definitely has to go.

Mu, what are we gonna do?

Downsize, Molly.
Purify.

Streamline,
find your center,

You're right, Ing.

We're gonna get you the best
housewarming present ever.

Don't be silly.

It's gonna be hard enough on you
coming up with half the rent.

Wonderful, girls.

Tomorrow we start rehearsing
for next month's recital,

but I think we still have
five minutes.

How about a little freestyle?

You sure looked great
out there.

I just, you know...

Yelling at you
the other day and all...

I'm sorry.

What are you doing here?

I called Roma, your mom...

and she said that if you said
that it was okay.

I could have my job back?

You're on probation.

Act your age,
not your shoe size.

How come you left
dance class so early?

That freestyle at the end
looked like so much fun.

Freestyle is for moronic little kids
and hippie freaks.

It's fun.

Fundamentals
are the building blocks of fun.

Says who?

Mikhail Baryshnikov,
who I'm sure you've never heard of.

Ballet is about precision,
discipline, and poise.

They made us take ballet
at Darlington.

I couldn't wait to get out there
and make up all my own moves.

Figures.
Such a sloppy doofus.

Figures. You're such
a pill-popping little tyrant.

Don't ever do that
to me again.

You're hurting me.
- You hurt me.

Take it back.

Take it back.

Fine.

I take it back.

It's a good thing you did.

Otherwise you wouldn't
have gotten your surprise.

Surprise.

I really hate surprises,
and I sincerely doubt

there's anything you could give me
that I don't already have.

There's no harm
in trying, is there?

Ray, are you all right?

My glands are swollen.
I'm having an allergic reaction.

My immune system
is crashing.

Mu stayed with you
one measly little night.

Come on.

And that's all
he's gonna be staying.

Wasn't it fun, though,
sneaking him in and out for his walk?

It was like a real, live adventure.
You know you had fun.

I'm not a swineherd, kook.

Excuse me.
How much is this putter?

This putter is not for sale.
Sorry. This is a mistake.

You don't golf.
- Tiger gave this to me.

Essentials, remember?
You've got to get rid of this junk.

It's essential.

Twenty dollars.
- Ten.

Sold.

Can I talk to you for a second?
Come through here.

Do me a favor, all right?
Watch your step.

This is Kelli.
Kelli, this is Molly.

Pleasure to meet you.

Looks almost as good on her
as it does on you, doesn't it?

Gooey! Looks like Mu isn't
the only pig you hang out with.

Go away!

It must be really hard
getting rid of all this neat stuff.

No, I'm actually loving it.

Really?
- It's very refreshing.

Everybody, once in their life,
should do this

and slough off all the bad...
Wait!

Sorry, This is... mine.

No, I just bought it.
- How much did you pay?

Thirty dollars.
- My friend Rosella gave it to me.

I'll give you 50, 75!

Enough!

We're downsizing, remember?

Sloughing off the excess
to find our center.

You want this, Molly.

Close your eyes
and repeat after me.

I want this.

Miss Gunn?

We're ready to pack this room up
for storage, ma'am.

Can I have just
five more minutes, please?

Okay, sure.
- Thank you.

Is that you?

Dad's a rock star?

Was.

He's dead.

Bet this stuff
is worth a bundle.

I can't just sell it, Ray.

It's my parents' stuff.

No, you're gonna box it up so it
can lay in storage gathering dust.

God, you're pathetic.

That man in the library
in your house...

nurse said he's in a coma
from a massive stroke.

That's your father, huh?

Was.

He's a vegetable now.

Soon he'll be nothing.

That's kind of harsh.

It's a harsh world.

Watch where you're going!

Neal, I really hate talking
to your machine.

Where are you?

I'm still holding on
to your jacket for you.

I know you've been going crazy
trying to reach me,

but I've been
in a transition right now.

I'm, like, Miss Proletariat now.

Mop the floors, spank the brat,
pick up the paycheck on Friday.

I am a woman.
How about you?

Shit!

Get under the tail.

I'm not putting my hand
under his heinie.

Do you want him
to stay here or not?

Oh, God!
Oh, my God!

I'll get him!

Very good.
Now come out of plough.

Very nice.
Breathing. Good.

Pull up under. Very nice.
Molly, out of plough.

Come on, Molly.
Let's go.

Could you please help me?
This is starting to hurt.

Oh, my God.

73... beautiful,

74,

75... very good.

76,

77...

Let me put a few more on.

Ing, here we go.

Waist.

Molly, you get to be in charge
of the chocolate chip cookies.

They're already mixed,
so all you have to do

is put them in the oven
and time them.

Salmonella.

You're letting her do this?

Relax, girls.
It's just cookie mix.

How badly
can she screw it up?

Put it out now!
Put it out!

I'm trying!

Oh, gosh!
This is Neal's jacket!

Put it out!
- Get it out!

Take it back!

Oh, my God!
- Take it back now!

What are you doing, Ray?

Have you gone mad?

There is never, ever an excuse
for hitting another person.

What's going on?

She was laughing at me
because her "au pair"

said that my new nanny
was a slutbag whore.

Go!

I'm sorry.
Sorry.

You've reached Ingrid.

Please leave your number
and the time of your call.

Be specific.

Hi, it's Neal calling for Molly.

I hope this is
the right number.

I love Ingrid
with all my heart

and all her cute
Martha Stewart-wannabe friends,

but it's a real estrogen-fest
over there.

A girl needs a testosterone injection
every once in a while.

Not that I think
of you that way.

You're super-sensitive.

Don't be a silly goose.

Please let me
patronize the arts.

Well, actually...

I just signed a deal
with Schleine Records.

Oh, my God.
What?

Oh, my God!
Neal, that's incredible!

That's amazing!
Why didn't you say anything?

I would have, but this is
the first time tonight

I've managed
to get a word in edgewise.

I...

So how did you seal the deal?

I know this one,
This is the deep one,

I guess I looked
deep down inside

and... found that inner hook,

You certainly did...

... and that calls for...

... an outer hook to go with it,

What's that?
- Your lucky jacket.

My lucky...

What have you done to it?
- A few minor improvements.

Improvements?
- Yeah.

You mutilated it!
- No, I fixed it.

Look how great this is. I told you
purple was your magic color.

We have to talk.

Those are the four
most hateful words in English.

I can't see you anymore.

I'm sorry about the jacket.
- It's not about the jacket.

I just can't see you.

That's all.

Right. You just do
the rock star's daughter

so you can tell
your pop star-wannabe mates,

then ride off into the sunset
with your crummy guitar...

It's not like that.
I'm just not in a place...

Ray, can you
turn that down, please?

Thank you.

You're supposed to put
the cream in before the sugar.

I'm not having cream.
I can't gain weight.

My ballet recital
is Friday night, remember?

Right. I remember.

I invited you to afternoon tea.
The least you can do is be polite.

Why are you buttering
my plastic scone?

Why are plastic scones on the table
when we have real food?

You thought they were cute.

Are you still moping
over that disgusting guy?

Other people
always let you down.

Why don't you forget them
and do something for yourself?

Like what?

I don't know.
Something you're good at.

And I don't mean shopping.

Maybe some of us
aren't good at anything.

Every grownup
is good at something.

My bad.

I don't see any grownups
around here.

What's so great
about being a grownup anyway?

So I can turn out like you?

You're scared.

Sometimes when Mu hears people
walking by outside the door,

he gets this funny expression
and runs into the bathroom,

like he thinks
they're coming to get him.

That's how you look.

Where are you going?

If you refuse
to have a nice time with me,

I'm going to have fun
by myself.

Two hundred pli�s isn't fun, Ray.
It's slave labor.

Fundamentals are
the building blocks of fun.

Right. I forgot.

What is with
this music, anyway?

It's like a soundtrack
to slit your wrists to.

It happens to be Mozart.
- It happens to be depressing.

If we're gonna have fun, we need
to listen to music that's fun.

I hate to break it to you,

but this junk is not music!

But it sure is fun
to dance to!

Cut it out!

You look like a spastic hyena!

What are you doing?
What is your problem?

Let me go!

What are you doing?

Grow up.

Where are you going now?

I have about a million
last-minute errands to run

and a date with this
normal adult guy I met.

He's in computers.

Ing, I am so sick
of all of these rock 'n' rollers,

overpaid jocks,
and supermodel bitch boys.

You know, I thought maybe,

just maybe, you'd remember
we had plans tonight.

Green tea tasting
at the Asia Society, remember?

If I never have a drop of tea again,
it would be too soon.

Please, go without me.
You'll have fun, Ing.

I'm already a half-hour late.

We were supposed
to go together.

I RSVP'd over a month ago.

It's too late
to invite anyone else.

We're roomies, Ing.
That's why I pay half the rent.

It doesn't mean I owe you
every minute of my free time.

Owe me?

You mean, for free yoga or nearly
burning down my apartment?

Owe me? Is that what you
think of our friendship?

Only because you think friendship
is having total control over my life.

Unfortunately, you don't know
how to run your life, Molly.

Fortunately,
that's not your problem.

Not anymore.

Look at you.

You got rollers in your hair.
Is that your new style?

I forgot.
I was in a hurry.

Just playing.
Come here.

Huey, my suitcases.

My bad.

Your room is that way.
Put your bags in there.

I got your bed made up.

Sorry. I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

Okay. Thank you
for taking me in like this.

Don't even trip. We all know
Ingrid can be a little anal.

It's all good.
Besides...

life with Huey
is one big party.

Party time!

That's what I'm talkin' about.

Your turn.

Bravo!

Beautiful,

Lovely.

Yeah!

Molly, no!

Hi, Roma.

It's me... Molly.

Ray's nanny?

Yes, of course.

I was at your birthday party.
- Yeah.

I'm a fan of your father's.

He had that one song...
What was it?

With your name in it.
- Yes.

I was just wondering,
'cause it's my night off...

who's watching Ray?

She's at some
ballet thing or other,

Oh, God.

It's her recital?
I have to get over there.

I'm sure it's over by now.

I've arranged
to have a car pick her up, okay?

Excuse me for a moment.

I'm sorry.
Go ahead.

Rise and shine, Ophelia.

Hello, my little sugar pie.
How you doin'?

Isn't it your day off?

Indeed it is.

And it's yours, too.

No school, no homework,
and especially no fatal illnesses.

Let me see this.

Look at this.

Perfect 98.6,

only 20 degrees
above the temperature

of the beautiful day
awaiting us.

I'm not going anywhere,
especially with you.

Oh, yes, you are.

We are going to sit
in giant teacups

and spin round and round
in circles until we puke.

Are you on crack?

We're gonna have fun.

I can't believe
I let you talk me into this.

You are gonna so love
Coney Island, Ray.

Giant teacups you sit in.

It's a ride, Ray,
like the ones at Disneyland.

Haven't you ever been
to Disneyland?

You've never been to Disneyland?
- Why don't you alert the media?

Haven't you ever been
to an amusement park... ever?

Oh, my God!

Ray, you are so psyched!
- Whatever!

Say it, Ray.
Say, "I am so psyched."

I'm psyched, okay?

Then you're gonna
have to pay the toll.

It's like passing
through the gates

before you can get
into the Emerald City.

Let me go.
Are you trying to murder me?

You have to eat one,
or they're not gonna let you in.

They're toxic, you maniac.

They have dead rats
and nitrates.

Do you want to ride
the Spinning Teacups or not?

Now swallow.

Swallow.

Wait.

She's alive.

She's alive!

The operation was a success,
ladies and gentlemen!

She's alive!

Excuse me.

Why is it so dead around here?

The rides don't run
till the season starts.

The season?

You're a week early.

Thanks.

Let's go home.

The last time I saw my mom
and dad, I was eight going on nine...

eight years, six months,
and three days,

almost as old as you are.

They were going on tour,
leaving me behind for the first time.

They didn't want me
missing any more school.

When they came to my room
to say good-bye.

I wouldn't open the door,
so they left.

I fell asleep.

The next thing I knew...

my nanny was waking me up
in the middle of the night

telling me
their plane had crashed.

You're lucky.
- Lucky?

That you were mad.

When you're mad,
you don't miss people,

and if you stay mad,
it's like you never knew them at all.

That way you don't
have to feel sucky about it.

You were lucky.

Night.

I wasn't mad, Ray.

I was confused.

Everyone was talking to me,

and I couldn't understand
a word they were saying.

Then their voices
became a blur...

and soon I couldn't even
recognize their faces.

They were like these blobs.

Then they started
to grow fangs...

and their eyes
became green.

I knew I had to run away.

I packed my knapsack,

got on the train,
looked up at the map,

and decided that I wanted
to live in Coney Island.

I thought
it was gonna be a real island...

and I could hide away there like
Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.

Imagine my surprise.

The Teacups was the only ride
they'd let me on by myself.

I got on it and started
spinning myself round and round.

I feel like I'm still there,

spinning round
and round and round,

and the ride won't stop,

and I won't dare get off.

You were right, Ray.

I am scared.

But you're scared, too.

You're as scared as I am.

and I thought maybe...

I thought maybe if we...

could go together...

Morning, cutie.

You hungry?

You're up a little early.

What are you doing here?

I happen to work here.

What are you doing?

Don't forget the sugar, sugar!

Just breathe.

Lady!

Lady, that water
is contaminated, you know.

You better get out of there.

That's pure sewage
you're in, there.

Did you hear me?
Did you hear me?

Yeah, I heard you!
- That water's filthy!

If you don't get out.
I'll call the police.

I'm getting out.

A hundred and one degrees.

Sick as a dog.

You better hope
you don't get radiation poisoning

from that toxic pond scum.

Take two Echinacea

and a Benadryl
for your sinuses.

Okay.
- Call me if you need anything else.

Stay here, Mu.

Where are you going?

I don't know.

Maybe the library.

Is that where you went
last night?

I'm not gonna bother him.

I'm just gonna sit quietly
and read or something.

You can read out loud.

I think he might like that.

He's a vegetable, Molly.

Chatting it up with my dad isn't
gonna do anyone any good at all.

You're the doctor.

It's not gonna do any good.

I saw this show once on TV

about all these sick people.

The ones where their friends
and families talked to them

held on ten times longer
than the ones left all alone,

and that is a fact.

Do you swear?

I swear.

Pinky promise?

Don't touch.

Germs. Sorry.
- Germs. Right.

Wanna come?

Can I help you
with something?

She's going to go talk to him
for a little while.

You know... privately?

I can't think of what to say.

There's an all-time first.

Hey, Dad.

I know I haven't...

Well, what I really wanted
to tell you was about my new pet.

It's really Molly's,
my nanny,

but the thing is,

it's a pig... literally.

His name is Mu.

He's from Thailand.

He's really clean,
I have to admit,

even if he is a pig.

Anyway, what I'm really into
these days is ballet.

You and Mom used to say
that it was old-fashioned,

but I swear it's really cool.

I'm already doing
changements and cha�n�es...

you know, when you spin
and spin and spin,

It used to make me dizzy.

Now I'm only dizzy when I stop.

What a one-hit wonder
that slut turned out to be.

It's his first single.
It just dropped.

It's been playing in my head
for weeks, and it sucks.

What is this?

This is so '80s
it makes my hair pouf.

Hold up. Listen.

I produced this video,
and the '80s are back.

I don't know
where you've been.

Listening to Tchaikovsky,
Mozart, and Chopin.

You wouldn't know real music if I
hit you on the head with it, Gooey.

You're gonna stop
calling me Gooey.

So?

What do you think?
- What is it?

It's a tutu, silly.

For what, a midget?

No, for a little girl
named Ray.

Her year-end dance recital
is coming up.

The costumes are so boring,
I figured I'd surprise her

with something
pretty spectacular.

He's wearing the jacket!

That's my jacket!
I made that jacket!

That was my idea!

He is the Lizard King
Reincarnated.

No, listen to me.
Look at me.

I'm the lizard king.

This guy, he's nothing
but an illusion.

He ain't real.
Everything he is, I made.

You want real,
you want substance,

look no further
than what you got in front of you.

I'm the lizard king,

You're right, Huey.

True friends, true hearts.

That is what counts in life.

That's right.
Hit me one.

Give me some love.

That's funny.
I wasn't expecting anyone.

Go see who it is.

Hey, man.

What's going on?

Hi, 81st and 5th, please.

When did it happen?
- He passed away this afternoon.

I'm so sorry.

You promised.

Miss Gunn, Mrs. Schleine
is waiting for you in the study.

I'm so sorry, Mrs. Schleine.
- Thanks for coming, Miss Gunn.

Are you kidding?

Nothing could keep me away
at a time like this.

Last week's pay
and a month's severance.

Severance?

We're letting you go.

"We"?

That's right.
Me and Ray.

We.
Good night, Miss Gunn.

I'm sorry, but I'm not leaving
without an explanation.

I don't know what's been going on
between you and my daughter,

but she has made it clear
she never wants to see you again.

She must be going
out of her mind with grief.

Actually, she's taking it
rather well.

I was at my staff meeting when I
got the news about my husband.

I came home to find Ray
finishing her homework.

She's been very calm
and level-headed about this whole affair.

You call that taking it well?

Do you know what �tage
your daughter's at in ballet?

Or that she was banned
from her science class

for stealing a formaldehyde pig
so she could give it a proper burial?

The tea set you got her...

it's exquisite and beautiful,

but do you know
how she likes to have her tea,

how many lumps...
one, two... cream, sugar?

And the point
of your little tirade is...

You're right.

You don't know what goes on
between me and Ray

because you don't know very much
about your own daughter.

I know my daughter well enough
to respect her wishes.

You don't give her respect.

You give her whatever she asks for
so you don't have to deal with her.

She's eight years old.

She is not 28.

Please remember that the next time
you show her some "respect."

It's my muse.
- Getting in your way again.

Molly, I came here to see you.

For what?

I haven't been able to write
a single decent song

since we last saw each other.

Molly, I'm sorry. I was trying
to take a step forward,

but I took two steps
backward instead.

Why don't you take
one step sideways?

Then we can stop doing
this silly little dance.

So that's the Molly M.O.

When I'm not ready,
you hunt me down.

When I try and make it work,
you're not interested.

Ever since we met,
it's about what I'm doing wrong...

but I'm not the one
with the problem.

You are,
you and your selfishness.

All you do is take.

I've got nothing for you
right now, so...

maybe it's time to start thinking
about someone other than yourself.

Till then...

Good morning,
ladies and gentlemen.

Now we'll start the bidding
on this important collection

representing a vital chapter
in American musical history.

Tommy Gunn was an essential
member of several landmark bands.

He scored a solo hit
with "Molly Smiles"...

Maybe we should wait a few minutes
till everyone shows up.

I'm afraid this is about as good
as it's going to get.

We have here Tommy Gunn's
signature acoustic,

which he played with his first band
in Haight-Ashbury.

Bidding starts at $2,500.
Do I hear $2,500?

2,500.
- I have $2,500.

Do I hear $2,600?
- 2,500?

2,600.
- Thank you.

2,500?

I'm sorry. We put out feelers,
but unfortunately

the excitement generated
by Mr. Gunn's memorabilia

fell somewhat short
of expectations.

I have 3,000.

3,000 going once,

3,000 going twice...

75,000!
I have an offer of 75,000...

from a buyer who wishes
to remain anonymous...

for the entire collection.

Well? What do you say?

It's up to you.

Frankly, I can't envision
a much better result

from selling it off piecemeal.

This is everything that he's
left behind in the whole world.

This is my dad.

I'm sorry.

Just get rid of it.

Molly, where are you taking me?

The fellas are waiting for us
at the club.

The fellas can wait, Huey.

This is important.

Hold up.
Molly, please.

They better have
a defibrillator up there.

Gooey, suck it up.
It's good for your heinie.

Welcome
to Le Ch�teau Chez Molly.

This is...
- It's my new apartment.

This way is the kitchen area,

and over here
in this direction,

you'll find the very private,
secluded bathroom section.

Fabulous, huh?

You're standing in the living room,
which, coincidentally,

happens to be...

the bedroom.

It's got potential, huh?

As a detention cell
for convicted felons, maybe.

Molly, this isn't you.

I can't afford me
anymore, Huey.

Nobody's kicking you out.
You can still stay with me.

I really have to stand on
my own two feet right now, okay?

Okay.

Hello?

Roma, how would I know
where Ray is?

What's going on with Ray?

Hold on one second.

Thanks.

Roma? Hi.
It's Molly.

Miss Gunn, I know
that you've been let go,

but is there any chance that
you've seen my daughter today?

Are you sure?

Ray didn't come home
from school.

She's been missing ever since.

I thought
that she might have...

If you hear from her,
please let me know.

Huey, talk to her.

You all right?
- I'm fine, thanks.

It's nice to see you again.
- You, too.

I really miss you.
- I miss you.

These are crummy circumstances.

Molly Gunn?
- Yeah.

How you doin'?
- Good.

Good to meet you.
- Same here.

I saw that kid Neal Fox's video.
Didn't you create his look?

No, I just fixed his jacket.

I don't know why
everybody's talking about it.

Do you do pants, too?

Cool leather ones
that aren't over the top?

I'm hoping you can hook me up
with a jacket.

Not the same one, obviously,
but with a similar vibe.

Guys, thank you.
You're very sweet.

It was sort of
a big accident, yeah.

It's a hell of an accident.
What do you think?

I would love to.
- Cool.

Done.
- Pants, too.

Guys, Garth Brooks
wants to meet you.

You're kidding.
- He's over there.

Excuse us. Mr. Brooks?
- Okay. Yeah.

Let's go.
- Awesome.

Thanks.

No, that's yours.

Molly, I just spoke with her.

She's almost ready
to meet with people,

but she wants
to talk to you first.

You can have
your job back, you know.

I don't think so.

You and I...

we're gonna be friends.

Okay?

Grownups never stay friends
with kids.

I don't see any grownups
around here.

I do.

You know the Dalai Lama?

I've always thought of myself
as a people person.

Most Fashion Institute applicants
would kill for references like yours.

Seems to me
you could skip school

and find work with one
of your designer friends.

It would be more fun than
toiling away here for four years.

Fundamentals are
the building blocks of fun...

I always say.

Oh, God.

Man, she's gonna kill me.

I'm really sorry.

Okay. Sorry.

Please call me
and I will call you,

and thank you.

Have a great day. Bye.

She always does this to me.
She's not coming.

If you'd quit wiggling your ass,

it wouldn't have fallen off
in the first place.

Coming through.

Excuse me.

To conclude our program,
we present a special performance...

Are you okay?
- By Laraine Schleine.

And to accompany Miss Schleine,

we are pleased to present
a very special guest.

How's it going?

There's someone here today
who lent us a bit of her magic,

and now we'd like
to give some of it back.

This was Tommy Gunn's
favorite guitar,

and I'm going to sing you
the song he wrote

for his favorite person
in the world.

This one goes out
to Molly Gunn.

Every story has an end,

but in life,

every ending
is just a new beginning.

Nothing's wrong
when Molly smiles