01x20 - Say Good-Bye

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Mommy, you have to move.

You're blocking Hoowie and he can't see.

Oh, oh, Hoowie's here?

Yeah, can't you see him?

Sure.

He just looked different.

New haircut?

No, he lost weight.

Oh, well, Hoowie's favorite-- oatmeal raisin.

Hello?

This is your life, Annie Jackson.

Do you recognize the voice?

Rachel?

Rachel Grewe?

You got it, the one and only.

Oh, my gosh, what a surprise!

How long has it been?

An eternity, or high school.

They're about the same.

Oh, how are you?

Divorced... again.

I'm sorry.

Oh, I'm not.

Where are you calling from?

Which city-- Chicago, New York, Paris?

Try Glenoak.

I rented an apartment on Front Street.

That's in our neighborhood.

Small world.

Another one?

Okay, but only because you lost weight.

Hey, I was watching that.

I know, but now I am watching this.

Yeah, but I was here first.

Yeah, but I have the remote control.

Mommy, Simon changed the channel.

That's not fair.

Just a second, honey.

That's my youngest, Ruthie.

Yes, I've got five altogether.

Five.

Yeah, I did it all by myself.

Mommy... make Simon stop.

Mommy's on the phone, honey.

What happened?

Simon sat on Hoowie and squished him.

He's gone forever.

Uh, just a second.

Wow, Mom, you sure don't look like a mom.

Oh, I'll take that as a compliment.

You look absolutely beautiful.

So beautiful that maybe I should go with you.

Oh...

Oh, yeah, that'll keep them away.

So I hear you squished Hoowie.

Don't buy into this Hoowie thing, okay?

Wow. Eric?

Uh, no, no, that's my dad-- I'm Matt.

Annie's son?

Well, again, wow.

I'm Rachel.

Hey. Hey.

Rachel! Annie!

Oh, it's so good to see you.

You haven't changed a bit.

Oh, sure I have.

I wasn't blonde in high school.

Hi, I'm Eric-- I'm Annie's husband.

Oh, honey, no wonder you're happy.

Oh, and this is Mary.

Hi. Hi.

And this is Lucy.

Nice to meet you.

And Simon. Hi.

And Ruthie. Hi.

This is great.

Five kids to play with.

You know, it gets kind of lonely being divorced.

You don't have a daddy at your house?

No, afraid not.

So I want all of you kids, especially Mary and Lucy, to keep an eye out for someone I can date.

Three is my lucky number.

I'll keep my eyes peeled.

Yeah, me, too.

Well, you guys have a good time.

You haven't seen a guy named Hoowie hanging around, have you?

Oh, no, sweetie, I haven't.

I think I'd remember a guy named Hoowie.

It's a long story.

I'll tell you at dinner-- are you ready?

Let's go. Nice to meet you all.

Nice meeting you.

Hey, where's your car?

Don't have one.

That's why I took an apartment within walking distance of your place.

It'll be easy to drop by.

Don't stay out too late, you two.

It's a school night.

Tell Lucy that Suzanne's on her way over.

So... Mom's got a new hanging buddy, huh, Dad?

Yeah, yeah, isn't that great?

Maybe Hoowie isn't gone.

Maybe he's at the airport loading luggage.

Hoowie doesn't work at the airport anymore.

He hurt his back.

Of course, if you were his friend, you'd know that.

Ruthie, you've got to come over here.

Hoowie's back!

I thought you couldn't see him.

Uh, well, now I can... because he's... he's wearing really bright clothes, and I think that's why he left-- to go buy really bright clothes so that people can see him and not sit on him.

Is he tall with curly hair and a mustache?

Yeah, yeah, he's tall with curly hair and a mustache.

Then it's not Hoowie, because he's short and he has straight hair in a big clump on top of his head.

I just feel so lost, you know?

After Frank, I thought I'd go back to college, and then I met George, my second husband, and he asked me to drop out because he felt that school was interfering with our marriage, which was funny because then I later found out that it was his girlfriend who was interfering with our marriage.

Anyway, you graduated before you got married, right?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

It took me five years.

Changed majors a bit.

I went from business, to English lit, to art, to home economics, uh, then to theology and back to business.

And after all that, you're happy just staying home with Eric and the kids?

Well, I don't just stay, you know?

It's hard work and believe me, I use every major I ever had in school.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Lucy, I have big news.

My dad is getting my mom a job interview at a car dealership!

That means that my mom could quit working two jobs!

Isn't that great?

Totally!

And the car dealership has this kind of program where employees can go to college.

So maybe my mom could even go to college.

My mom and I can end up doing our homework together.

This is so cool.

But we'd still study together sometimes, right?

Oh, of course, because if my mom and I were to study together, I'd actually have to study.

Whereas with you, I can still talk about boys.

Dad, you have to help me with this Hoowie situation.

I... I can't...

I can't take the guilt anymore.

Look, Simon, Ruthie's just testing letting Hoowie go.

Kids do that at her age.

So, found Hoowie yet?

I'm not looking for him.

When Hoowie says he's going to do something, he does it, and he said he was out of here, so he's gone.

Can we have a good-bye party for him?

Well, if you really want to, I suppose we can, but maybe we should give Hoowie a few days to show up again before we give him a big send-off.

He might just be at the airport loading luggage.

Dad, he doesn't work at the airport anymore.

He hurt his back.

Oh, that's too bad.

Although, since he's not working nights, maybe he's, uh... dating.

Hoowie's married.

Hoowie is married?

Duh.

Where's his wife?

Traveling.

On the space shuttle.

She's an astronautess.

A what?

A girl astronaut.

That would still be "astronaut."

What difference does it make?

She is the wife of an imaginary guy.

That makes her nobody!

Nobody to you.

Honey, you know how moody Hoowie is.

I'm sure he'll show up.

Hoowie's gone, but if it'll make you feel better, I'll wait a couple days for the party.

Okay.

Do something.

I think you should introduce Rachel to one of the coaches.

Forget about it.

It'll only come back to haunt me.

Why do you care so much about Rachel anyway?

I don't know, she's nice, she's good looking and I think Coach Mayfield would like her.

Yeah, and then if he doesn't, I'll be on his list for the rest of my life.

You like her so much, you find her a date.

I'll play you for it.

If I make this sh*t, you have to fix her up.

If I don't, I'll fix her up.

Go right ahead, Shaquille.

Hi, girls, what's up?

Oh, right, sorry-- hi, women, what's up?

Suzanne just wanted to thank you.

Yeah, since you talked to my dad, he's been great, and he got my mom a job interview at a big car dealership.

Oh, yeah, which one?

Um, Northern Honda.

Oh, so you'd be leaving Glenoak?

W-why would we do that?

Yeah, who said anything about leaving town?

I'm probably wrong.

Maybe I'm... I'm thinking of another car dealership.

Suzanne, you want a lift home?

Why can't you take her later?

She just got here.

Later I've got studying.

That's okay.

I want to go ask my mom about this car thing anyway.

Oh, hi.

Rachel, this is Lucy's very best friend, Suzanne.

And Suzanne, this is my very best friend from high school, Rachel.

Nice to meet you.

Same here.

I'm, uh, I'm just going to run her home.

Oh, well, look, if Matt's going to take Suzanne home, maybe he could drop me off instead of coming in for coffee.

All that catching up was exhausting.

No problem.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay.

Thank you.

Bye.

Hey, did you have a good time?

Oh, it was like being in high school again.

You hated high school.

But I loved hanging out with Rachel.

Well, I'm glad you had a good time.

Oh, yeah...

Oh, by the way, Rachel needs to borrow the car tomorrow.

Do you mind if she drops you off at church in the morning?

No, that's... that's fine.

Rachel is, uh, she's quite the adventurous type.

I mean, you know, moving to a town where she knows no one and doesn't have a job.

I admire that.

Hmm.

No, you don't.

But it's nice of you to say so.

Look, if Rachel starts getting on your nerves, all you have to do is find a nice guy to fix her up with.

Oh.

Rachel strikes me as boy crazy.

Why do you think we were best friends?

I'm sorry, I know I've got keys somewhere in here.

It's okay, take your time.

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong.

So you want to come in?

Uh, no, no thanks.

I better get going.

You don't find me attractive, do you?

Uh, sure... but you're also my mom's friend.

Well, what would happen if I weren't your mom's friend?

Would you ask me out?

Yeah, yeah, I guess.

Why not?

Good answer.

Tomorrow night, we have a date.

I'm taking you to see a band.

Mmm, thank you for breakfast.

I still don't have any groceries yet, but even if I did, I couldn't cook like this.

Well...

Hey, did Matt tell you?

Tell us what?

I'm taking him to hear a band tonight.

A band?

Yeah, at one time between husbands, I dated the keyboard player's brother.

Oh.

Um, I don't know if I like the idea of Matt going to a bar.

Oh, it's not a bar.

It's like a coffee house with plenty of kids around.

I'm not even sure they sell alcohol.

Well, can I come, too?

Yeah, that's a great idea.

You... you come, too.

Fine, it'll be just the three of us.

Well, I guess we won't worry as long as they're with you.

Yeah, but it's a school night, so homework first, and back by 10:30.

We better get going.

Oh, and don't worry, Annie.

I'll have the car back in a couple of hours.

Oh, take all the time you need.

Mom, can I pack Suzanne a lunch, too?

Oh, sure, honey.

Did you find out if Suzanne is moving?

She's not moving.

She can't move.

It'll ruin my life.

If it weren't for Suzanne, Jimmy and I probably would have broken up.

But because I can bounce things off of Suzanne before I hit Jimmy with them, our relationship has survived.

You know, I was there before Suzanne, and I let you bounce things off of me.

I know.

Jimmy and I refer to that as our rocky period.

Hey, Ruthie, you know in Peter Pan when it seemed like Tinker Bell had disappeared, then the whole audience clapped and Tink came back?

Tinkerbell was a fairy.

Still, it might work.

Go ahead-- clap.

See?

No Hoowie.

Sanders...

Sanders?

Suzanne Sanders?

Lucy, is Suzanne sick?

Um, I don't know. Why?

Just asking.

I know how close you two are.

Tell her I hope she's okay when you talk to her.

Yeah.

When I talk to her.

Turnbull...

Here.

Vanover...

Here.

Wilson...

Hey, you know that bet we made yesterday, that one about setting up Rachel?

Forget about it.

Why is that?

I-I don't know.

I just don't think this is the right time to be setting up Rachel with a date.

You know, maybe she needs more time to get settled.

Uh-huh.

What are you up to?

Nothing.

Rachel just seems like she's having a hard time and she might get all weepy or something in front of Coach Mayfield.

Whatever.

Thanks.

Okay, I got Twinkies, Ding-Dongs, oatmeal raisin cookies.

If this isn't enough to lure him out of hiding, I don't know what is.

Let him go, Simon.

He's gone.

He's not gone.

I swear I heard him in the middle of the night snoring.

Remember he snores?

Maybe he'll come back tonight.

You can tell yourself anything that makes you feel better, but sooner or later you have to face the truth.

Good trap.

It's not for catching dogs, it's for catching invisible people.

Suzanne, finally!

Where were you today?

I missed you.

I made your lunch.

I'm sorry.

My mom and I took a trip down to the car dealership, and it's two hours from here.

She wanted me with her so we could look at apartments.

Do you think she got the job?

Yeah.

So you're moving?

It looks that way.

I'll call you back.

I've got to go help my mom.

Yeah...

Okay, bye.

Don't worry, these things always start later than they say they will.

You know, Mary sings.

She's got a great voice.

Really, Mary?

Ever sing in public?

There you are!

Hey.

How are you?

Good-- Tim, these are my friends.

This is Matt and his sister Mary.

Nice to meet you.

Thanks for coming down.

You look great.

You think?

Yeah-- good enough to come up on stage and sing with us.

So you want to?

What, you think this dress came with a voice?

You know I'm tone deaf.

Yeah, I remember, but we're desperate.

Our singer didn't show and the manager of this place is about ready to k*ll us.

Perfect.

Mary has a wonderful voice and she's dying to sing.

No, no, no, I couldn't.

Come on, don't be shy.

What kind of music do you sing?

I don't know.

Uh, blues or jazz.

So how about it?

How about what?

Just one song until she shows up.

Come on, please?

Go for it.

What are you waiting for?

Come on.

Maybe this will be a night to remember after all.

Excuse me?

Your sister with a band for the first time?

Oh, yeah, right.

So, Matt, what's a lady got to do to get a dance?

Oh, no, I really don't dance.

Good, I'll teach you.

That was a date.

You were on a date-- a date with one of your mother's best friends.

How twisted is that?

It wasn't a date.

Oh, yes, it was a date.

I was there.

I saw you-- it was a date.

Fine, it was a date.

So what?

So you're admitting it?

Hi, there.

Uh, what are you doing in here?

Well, a few seconds ago I was enjoying a piece of fruit, but now I'm on the verge of having heart failure.

Mary, can I speak to your brother alone, please?

I'm sure you're never going to believe me, but it was Rachel who hit on me and not the other way around.

Actually, yes, I could believe that.

When I took her home the other night, she kind of made a pass at me, but I didn't do anything-- nothing.

I didn't touch her, I didn't kiss her, nothing.

I see.

Anyway, she told me we were going to see this band tonight and it was a date.

And I... I guess it was.

This isn't good.

I know that-- I'm not completely stupid.

So what do you plan to do about it?

Well, I don't know.

I mean, it's not my fault she likes me, and she's not bad looking and she's... she's lonely.

So I've heard.

What, are you going to tell me that this never happened to you?

You were never attracted to an older woman when you were my age?

Actually I was.

She was a friend of my mother's, too-- the admiral's wife.

She had legs that were so long you could...

Never mind.

The point is, um, you need to speak to your mother because Rachel is her friend.

Yeah?

Is that what you did, you told your mother?

Okay, I see your point.

Look... let's give Rachel some time to tell Mom herself.

If we do anything else, it's like we're squealing on Mom's best friend.

You know, in an odd way, that makes sense.

But... if Rachel continues to flirt with you, you're... you're going to have to make it clear to her that you're not interested.

What if I am interested?

Well, I'm sure we could afford to send you to m*llitary school for a while.

Dad...

Matt, you're 17, and she's...

I don't know what she is, but you're not interested.

Period.

The end.

Okay, thanks.

Bye.

That was the keyboard player from the band last night.

Their lead singer is still sick and they want me to fill in for her again tonight!

Isn't that great?!

Somebody pinch me.

Ouch.

You sang with the band last night?

She was... she was really good.

She's a good singer.

So can I do it?

Well, I...

Um...

I think 14 is a little young to be singing in a coffee house with a band.

Mom, Dad was in a band when he was in high school.

Oh, yeah, like these guys look just like Dad in high school... ow!

Don't help, okay?

Matt, Mary, would you please give your father and me a moment alone?

I don't like this.

I don't want our daughter hanging out in a coffee house.

We don't know what kind of guys those are.

We don't know what kind of songs they sing.

I don't even like the fact that she was up there onstage with them last night.

I see your point, but on the other hand, it might be fun to watch our daughter sing in public.

Oh, so we'd go with her?

Of course we'd go with her.

Oh, well, okay, but I intend to talk to Rachel about this.

In the future I would rather that she not get our daughter involved in these types of situations.

Unless you'd want to talk to her.

No, no, no, she's... she's your friend.

I'll let the two of you work this out.

Okay.

I give up.

Have the farewell party.

I've done all I can do.

Come on, guys, time for school.

I have to brush my teeth.

Could we please have Hoowie's farewell party tonight?

Uh, yeah, I guess we could.

Will you give the speech?

Hoowie liked you practically better than anybody.

Hoowie liked me?

Lots, because you knew he was real.

Oh, well...

What about me?

I'm the one who's been building the traps, setting out his favorite food, and I don't think he's real?

If you thought he was real, why did you sit on him?

Hi.

I packed Suzanne a lunch.

Oh, forget it.

I'm going to start easing off on the relationship so our breakup won't be as hard.

Oh, honey, you don't want to ease off on the relationship.

Enjoy this time with Suzanne, and then when she's gone, you'll have the fun and good times to remember her by.

And a big hole right in the middle of my heart.

Look, there's no way to make this separation easy, but you and Suzanne can talk on the phone, and I'll make sure that she gets a chance to come down for a weekend now and then.

Mom, how did you and Rachel lose touch with each other?

Oh, I'm not really sure.

I guess we just stopped working at staying close.

You know, having a relationship of any kind takes work, whether it's being a friend, or a brother and sister, or a wife and a mother.

So basically life is just hard work.

You're depressing me.

Why don't you go to school?

Hey, you can take two pieces of leftover cake, but don't tell the others.

Okay.

Love you.

Honey... we'll be having a farewell party for Hoowie tonight.

I'll make something special.

Ice cream, please.

Hoowie would have wanted us to have ice cream.

I'll see what I can do.

Could it be that we're having ice cream because maybe you think that Hoowie might show up?

He just can't let him go.

Here, you guys.

See you later.

Thanks.

Hoowie liked me.

Oh...

Thanks, Lucy.

You're the best.

I really am going to miss you.

I'm going to miss you, too, but at least we still have a few weeks-- almost a month-- so we can just make the most out of it.

Well, actually we don't.

My mom's job starts next Monday, and we're moving this weekend.

I just came to say good-bye and pick up my school records for the transfer.

So that's it?

I'm afraid so.

But that's so quick.

I know-- I really hate this.

But I'm really happy for my mom and all with this job.

Wait, um, maybe you could come over to my house tonight.

We're having this farewell party for Ruthie's imaginary friend, Hoowie, and it could be your party, too.

I can't.

I'm seeing my dad tonight.

So this is really it.

I'm never going to have another friend like you.

Oh, hi.

Is the Laundromat open for business?

Oh, sorry.

I've already got a load in.

You'll have to wait.

Oh, that's all right.

I got all the time in the world.

Hey, you wouldn't happen to have any detergent and softener?

I think so.

Actually, I'm glad you stopped by because, um, I wanted to talk to you about last night.

Ooh, do we have to?

I mean, I know it wasn't a good idea, but, you know, I didn't want to hurt his feelings.

Matt's just a kid, and, um, well, so he's got a little crush on me.

It's nothing serious.

It'll go away.

I was... talking about Mary wanting to sing in the band.

Did you just say that Matt has a crush on you?

What makes you think that Matt has a crush on you?

Well, he kind of made a pass at me.

But don't worry.

It was all very flattering.

So when's this Hoowie thing?

I've got to drive Mary to the coffee house and she wants to get there early.

Plus I've got to pick up Rachel.

That won't be necessary.

Your father and I will pick up Rachel and we'll take Mary.

You guys are going?

Of course we're going.

We want to hear Mary sing.

Mom, Mary's not going to think that having you and Dad there is cool.

I don't care what Mary thinks.

The fact is she's a 14-year-old.

Fine.

You're the mom.

Yes, I am the mom.

Are you in a bad mood about something?

I was waiting till your father got home to talk to him about it, but I don't think I can wait.

I'm really mad at you, Matt, and I think we should talk about it right now.

What'd I do now?

Rachel told me what happened between the two of you.

She did?

How could you?

How could you make a pass at her?

I... I... I don't know.

I don't know, either.

She is totally inappropriate for a 17-year-old, not to mention that she is very vulnerable right now.

Um, you're right.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

I'll talk to Rachel tonight and straighten things out.

You'll be baby-sitting tonight.

You can talk to Rachel tomorrow.

Fine.

What time is it?

Five minutes after the last time you asked.

When are we going to have Hoowie's party?

I don't know what your big hurry is.

Once we have the party, Hoowie's gone.

He can't come back.

That's it.

And as much as I'm going to miss the little guy, believe me, you're going to miss him a whole lot more.

Okay, what about this one?

Sure, whatever, you'll look great.

Or I could shave my head.

Sure, whatever, you'll look great.

Come on, Luce, cheer up.

How can I?

My best friend is gone and school will never be the same.

Look, next year you'll be in ninth grade and we'll be in the same school together-- that'll help.

The nightmare continues.

Not only will I not have Suzanne with me, but I'll be going to a new school where my sister is a star basketball player.

Like you're really going to pal around with me.

Would you stop worrying?

I'll be your friend.

Hey, are you aware Mom and Dad are escorting you to the coffee house?

No way-- I'm going to look like a big baby.

Can't I just go with you and Rachel?

Uh, Luce, I need to talk to Matt alone.

Oh, yeah, this friendship thing is working out great!

I can't wait till high school.

Rachel lied and told Mom that I hit on her.

So what did you say?

I didn't say anything.

Why not?

I don't know, I just didn't want to say anything bad about her.

I mean, she's a nice woman.

Matt, you're a nice guy.

Look, people are always assuming guys will be guys and that we have these uncontrollable urges, so Mom's probably thinking I'm just being a guy.

It's no big deal.

No big deal?

It's a completely sexist assumption about men in general.

Yeah, well, men can take it-- that's... why we're men.

Dad, you and Mom can't come hear me sing tonight.

I'm going to be totally humiliated.

No one is going to be there with their mom and dad.

You were there last night with Rachel-- she's old enough to be your mom.

Yeah, but that was different, she was with...

Uh... you know.

Yes, I... I do know, and I want to talk to Matt alone.

I, uh, spoke to your mom.

You didn't tell her anything, did you?

No, I didn't, and that's because I think you should be the one to tell her the truth.

It's time.

All right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Mom, please, you don't understand how important this is to me.

Look, we are coming.

End of discussion. I'll get it!

We'll sit in the back, nobody will know we're there, but we are going.

Great.

I heard that.

I'm back!

Oh, listen, I talked to Matt.

I am so sorry for the way he behaved.

Oh... don't worry about it.

Water under the bridge.

I told my dad it was important for me to see you tonight, and he agreed, so here I am.

Am I too late?

No.

So where's your dad?

Oh, he went to go pick up some boxes for my mom, but he'll be back later to pick me up.

I'm so glad you came.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Okay, let's get started.

Welcome.

We are gathered together tonight to, uh... to say... farewell to our good and dear friend Hoowie.

This is something that saddens us all, and yet it wouldn't be right to let him go without remembering the good times.

It seems like only yesterday that Hoowie ate his first gallon of Holy Cannoli.

I remember that.

Yeah.

And we all know how much he enjoyed, uh, going to church and helping out with the bake sales.

Hoowie was truly a great friend and a good Christian.

Not that Hoowie was without his faults.

You know, friendships aren't always perfect, because people aren't perfect-- imaginary or real.

Sometimes, in their desperation to keep a friend or be approved of, or stay close, friends will tell us things that aren't altogether true, or leave out certain things they think we'd rather not hear.

There was the time that Hoowie lied-- lied to Annie and me about leaving Ruthie's rag doll out in the rain.

We... we both knew that Ruthie had done it, but we could appreciate that Hoowie didn't want her to feel hurt-- she had already lost her doll.

And what about....

There he is!

Yeah, there he is!

Hoowie, welcome back, man.

We missed you.

Are you sure that's Hoowie?

I'm sure.

Hoowie, you cannot play tricks on Ruthie like that-- she was really, really worried.

He wasn't playing tricks.

He just got stuck on the space shuttle-- when he went to go see his wife.

Well...

Then, uh... uh, Hoowie, we rejoice in your return, and ice cream for everyone.

Everybody want chocolate syrup?

I do!

Annie, could I see you in the kitchen for just a second?

Sure.

Look, Annie, I have to tell you the truth about Matt.

The truth?

Yeah.

Matt didn't make a pass at me, I sort of... hit on him, and then I insisted that we go to the coffee house as, well, a date.

I'm sorry.

What exactly are you sorry about?

Making a pass at my son or lying about it?

I'm... I know it was stupid.

It's just that I...

Well, after my divorce and everything, I started feeling really old and unattractive-- and Matt made me feel young again.

If a guy 20 years older than Mary hit on her, we'd have him arrested!

What were you thinking?

I wasn't thinking; and Matt doesn't look 17.

But he is 17, and you know it.

Not to mention the fact that he's my son and you lied and made him look bad.

I don't know what to say.

My life is just so screwed up right now.

Well, I am sorry about your problems, but those problems are affecting my family and that is just not going to continue.

Look, Annie, I really don't want to lose you again.

Is there any way I can make this right?

You can apologize to Matt, and then you can start accepting the fact that maybe if you straightened out your own life, the right man would come along, instead of waiting for the right man to come along to straighten out your life.

Hard as that is to hear...

I know you're right.

That's what friends are for, to tell you the truth-- when no one else will.

This is the last time I'm asking.

But do you and Mom really have to come?

Yes-- it's the law.

Matt--

Rachel would like to talk to you in the kitchen.

Matt...

I'm so sorry I jumped to the wrong conclusion.

Um, I understand.

It's that old reverse-sexism thing.

It's okay.

Look, Lucy, I have to tell you something.

You found out, didn't you?

Found out what?

That I kissed Jimmy Moon.

I guess I should have told you, but it was so long ago.

I totally forgot about it until your dad made that speech.

I'm sorry I never said anything.

But I guess Jimmy told you, huh?

Oh, yeah, of course, I mean, we're very close.

He tells me everything.

Well, I hope you understand.

It was kindergarten.

I did it on a dare.

It was kindergarten?

Oh, please.

Who cares?

Thanks for understanding.

I really am going to miss you.

Jimmy Moon is a dead man.

I've never done anything like this before, and... I am not in the habit of trying to date teenagers.

You know, you're a really nice woman.

Why don't you quit b*ating up on yourself?

Everything's going to be fine.

How can you be so forgiving?

Good gene pool, I guess.

Wow, man, she is so hot.

Hey, told you, huh?

She was here last night.

That's my 14-year-old daughter you're talking about.

Fourteen?

No kidding.

No kidding, 14-- and he's a minister.

If I had a 14-year-old daughter like that, I don't think I'd let her sing at a coffee house.

I don't think I'd let her sing in a cage at a school for the blind.

What are you people thinking?

You're a minister?

Whoo!