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hwpOh, my God!
Come on, Em, Bobby doesnt care.
- Well, I care.
- Just relax.
Kiss my ass.
Ill call you later, okay?
Okay.
Hop in.
- Are you freaked out?
- No.
A little.
Its just love, man.
Its nothing to fear.
We need to find you a woman.
Youre .
Youve been a virgin too long.
Well find you a woman in the sixth grade.
Somebody with a little experience.
Okay.
Come here.
I got a surprise for you.
Its windowpane.
For clarity of vision.
Cin-cin.
Shes my favorite.
Yeah, shes a beauty.
- How you feeling?
- Okay.
- Tell me when you feel more than okay.
- I will.
Come on, I got something to show you.
Its a good place to come when things
get a little tilty back home.
My son...
...this is your inheritance.
Theres nothing to be afraid of
in this whole pretty world, Bobby.
Im here.
All is well, yes?
This is where we live.
- I can see our house from here.
- Come on down, man.
I can see the school too!
- Come on.
- I can see tomorrow from here.
Hows it look?
Pretty.
Big, pretty world, man.
Everything can happen.
- Hey, guys.
- Hi, Isabel.
Lou! Jerry! Hi, how are you?
What are you drinking?
Oh, Mr. Right,
if you were only years older...
Hi, little guy.
- I love Jefferson Airplane, man.
- Dig.
Hey, queen of the night.
Oh, Bobby. Come on, time for bed.
Go on.
- Right.
- Bobby, bed. Now.
No!
Good night, man.
Oh, come on.
- No, no!
- Stop that.
- No, no, no!
- Dont be an asshole, man.
- Dont fuck things up.
- Go on.
Carlton, dont say "fuck."
Fuck you.
Mom needs a break tonight, buddy.
Your mission is to pass as a -year-old
till further notice.
But Im missing everything.
Theres always more, pal.
- A flying saucer.
- What?
Theres a flying saucer.
Its above the back yard!
Its gonna land!
So where is it?
- You mean that airplane?
- I know what an airplane looks like.
Youre an idiot, Frank.
Hey, aliens!
Come back!
Im ready to go home now!
Hello, beautiful.
Carlton!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God.
- Somebody call an ambulance!
- Youre gonna be all right, okay?
My baby! Oh, my God, my baby!
Youre gonna be all right. Its okay.
Its okay. Its okay.
- Hey, man.
- Hi.
High school.
Yeah.
Nice jacket.
Thanks.
Hey, man.
Oh, hi.
Wanna smoke a joint?
Well, I guess so.
Yes.
Lets go.
I dont think this is working.
Be patient, man.
This is definitely not working.
I feel just like I always do.
So, Bobby, you new in town?
No, sir. Ive been here all my life.
Just been sort of...
...invisible.
- Well, welcome to the material world.
- Well, thank you, sir.
You made this bread?
Breads a hobby of mine.
I can just about do it in my sleep.
So, whats your father do?
- Hes a teacher, over at Fillmore.
- Your mother, does she work?
No. I mean...
...she died last year.
Oh, Im so sorry.
You shouldnt be sorry.
You didnt even know her.
Well, l...
I meant...
I meant it in a more general way.
I meant Im...
Im sorry for your loss.
This is really good bread.
I really like your jacket.
Its my brothers.
Its cool.
He died too.
You wanna borrow it?
Here, go on.
It fits you, man.
Wait a minute.
Here.
Take this.
Fits.
Hey, Dad.
- Boys?
- Shit!
Come on in, Mrs. Glover.
Sorry to intrude. I was just wondering,
whats that music?
Its Laura Nyro.
Well...
...nobody wants a mother hanging around.
Bye, Mom.
Put that out. Please. You boys
are gonna get into trouble.
Mrs. Glover.
Youve been so nice to me.
I was wondering...
You want a hit?
I do not.
Theres nothing to fear. Its all goodness.
Im Jonathans mother.
- Bobby, I dont really think...
- But...
...youre also...
...like...
Dont you dare tell your father.
What do I do?
Just pull the smoke
straight into your lungs.
That always happens.
Here, try again.
Good. Thats good.
Now hold it.
What...?
What will it do, exactly?
I mean, what should I prepare myself for?
Ltll just make you laugh,
make you feel, you know, happy...
...and a little foolish.
Mrs. Glover?
This is so cool.
She sounds so sad.
Shes the goddess.
I heard her singing, and I just...
I dont know.
She just sounds so beautiful...
...and lonely.
Mom?
Oh, thanks, dear.
Were all, you know,
beautiful and lonely here.
Come on, lets dance.
No.
- Absolutely not.
- Cant take no.
Look what youre making an old lady do.
- Youre a good dancer.
- Well, I used to be...
...in the early Pleistocene.
Bobby, if you get cold,
theres a comforter in the hall closet.
- Thanks, Mrs. Glover.
- Okay.
- Good night, Mom.
- Good night.
The Stones are coming in March.
Weve gotta get tickets.
We should go all three nights.
Dad?
Dad, its getting late.
My angel.
- You poor baby.
- Thanks.
Sure thing.
So...
...thats it, man.
Im like...
...the last of my kind now.
No, youre not.
I wish Id been with him.
Its all right.
Oh, mama, no. Life cant be this good.
Your father took me to see this
on our second or third date.
- Blessings on our Friday.
- What do you want to do?
- Something huge.
- Theres nothing huge around here.
- You took your dads car?
- Just a little spin, man.
Hey, can I hitch a ride?
Shit! Get out of here!
Get out of here right now!
- Shit. Shit.
- Jon. Jon.
- I gotta go
