There she is. Awww. Hey.
There's my girl.
Thank you.
- Looking good. - Hi Dad.
Sweater party Friday night How was your flight?
It was okay. Okay?
Yeah.
You asshole!
This is not private property. Come on!
Jesus!
You too.
The hell.
Here, here.
- No mom, I'm okay. - Don't want you catching cold.
I'm okay.
- No sweetheart, come on. - I'm good, thank you.
It's cold out. I don't want you to get sick.
Here.
You're hovering.
Of course I am. That's what mothers' do.
Here. Okay.
I love you.
It's good to have you home, sweetie.
It is.
We missed ya.
Missed you.
Let's do that again. That was fun.
Oh god, I've got too much to do.
It's called the City of Trees,
but why do I feel like I can't breathe.
Don't be so dramatic.
High school was fuckin' weird.
What's weird about it?
I don't know, man. I just feel like
You were good.
I feel like you're just always good.
Years of practice. You know.
- You practice at it? - Yeah.
- That's what you do? - I don't know.
I just feel like I made a decision
to just kind of say "fuck it"
and just be who I wanted to be.
- In high school? - Yeah, I'm kind of a
Kind of a cool guy, aren't I?
Okay you can go now.
You want me to leave? Okay, I'll just get out of here.
- No, no, no. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Bye. - Bye!
Cheers.
I don't know man. I just-- I don't know.
I think peaking just wasn't on my graph chart.
I feel like my life has always been
just kind of a straight line. You know just
You've never really changed.
Not in a bad way though.
In-- yeah, really good way.
- Yeah. - Yeah. I mean,
not that I'm like giving you a compliment or anything.
Thanks, I appreciate that. Now you never, you know.
- Yeah, I feel like yours is - Don't.
Is more like
Aww... Hey!
Aww... Hey! Aww...
Like waves in the ocean. I'm like...
Maybe like a sound wave
of a really, really complex...
...techno song?
- You're an asshole. - That's me!
Or like heartbeat. Or something like
more rhythm to it. - One with a murmur though.
You're such a dick.
I guess no one knew me in high school.
Unless people that, I mean, I don't know.
There were some that really knew me.
- Yeah. - There's you.
Yeah, there's me. You know the ones you know.
You know? - You know.
Do you think that's why you didn't get invited
to the 10-year reunion?
Why would I care though? It's--
-Don't burn yourself. - I don't want to burn myself.
The popular ones are just married and have four kids
or gross.
The weirdos are making it happen in life.
The fuck do I care? - Yeah. Yeah!
Fuck you, Ryan Langly!
- Fuck you, Donna Hughes! - Yeah!
The fuck kind of name is 'Donna Hughes' anyway?
Don-na Huuughes! Fuck you, Derrick Mallock!
That's too many consonants in a name.
Der-rick Mal-lock. Shut up!
- Fuck you, Sophie Michaels! - Ooh--
She's actually still pretty hot. And kinda nice, actually.
How? How is that fair
How the fuck is that fair?
Do I smell smoke? Uh-uh
We're not smoking.
Who's that? - She's never going
- Hi, Mrs. Sadler. - It's Teddy.
- Oh, hi Teddy. - Hey.
Goodnight mom.
Listen, you need to go to bed really soon because we got to
get to the grocery store really early tomorrow.
Why?
Because they're having a sale on turkeys.
- Okay. - Goodnight.
Goodnight.
- Goodnight. - Goodnight.
I don't know why we're so afraid of you mom.
How old are we again?
Old enough.
Yeah.
I just can't believe you make it back here every year
for this.
Nostalgia, man.
Gets me every time. - You make it back for Easter.
- I love Easter. - Who says that?
I better not see anyone I know here.
It was your decision to come out in pajamas, not mine.
Do you know what time it is?
So when did you decide that hair color?
I'm going to get the cranberry sauce.
We need eight cans.
Hey, it's Sophie! Look who it is. Sophie.
Hey Sophie! Hi!
Oh hey, Mrs. Sadler.
Hi. Look who's home.
It's her first holiday home in seven years.