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- Teach it to me.

- I can't.

It's a very advanced step...

...which I know is hard to believe

because I make it look effortless.

That's the secret to all great dancers.

Try me.

Why did you pick that song?

Oh, I don't know.

It just, uh, kind of spoke to me.

Hm. That's funny.

That's the song that my husband

and I danced to at our wedding.

Hm. A man of good taste.

- Want me to show you some dance moves?

- I'd love to.

That I learned at my wedding.

- Great.

- Yeah. Okay, you stand here, like that.

Okay, like that, and I'll stand here.

- No, you stand right there.

- Right there.

Okay, ready? So you go

right foot back and then left foot back.

And then quick

right, left, right, left, right.

And then right... Oh.

That was good.

And left, right, left, right.

That's good.

That was really good.

You're picking that up pretty quickly.

So you mentioned your husband.

- Mm-hm.

Do you think you guys are ever

going to get back together?

Um, no.

Why are you so sure?

Maybe there's something he could do

to fix things.

I love my husband and care about him...

...but sometimes that just is not enough.

Well, he blew it.

Jump.

- Mom?

- Yeah.

Hey, Alex.

- Mom?

I'm your mom.

I am Alex's mom, Mark.

Yeah.

- Your date is here.

- Huh?

- The front door. Your date.

- Okay.

She was nervous. It's creepy, right?

Little bit.

She's so old, it's like...

Dance with all your friend's moms?

Pretty much.

Oh, hi, Scarlet.

- Hello.

- Wow, you look amazing. Here. Pour vous.

Oh, thank you.

Carnations. What a douche bag.

Mark.

No, that's okay.

- I'm sorry.

I'm a single dad.

It's totally normal for sons to

feel weird when their moms date.

I mean, he's stepping into

Dad's shoes, protecting the castle.

- He's not my son, but...

- Oh.

Then that's weird.

- It is.

Yeah.

- Uh, do you want to go?

- Yeah.

Let me get my coat.

- Oh, come on.

- Hold these, please.

- This guy?

- You're being rude.

- You're going from Uncle Mike to this guy?

- Shh.

- Be quiet.

- Okay.

- Do me a favor. Shh.

- He's a tool.

Give this to Ned, okay, to give to Mike.

It's our divorce papers.

And remind him that he needs

to be there on the 27th.

Okay? Thank you.

Where are you going?

Jamie's party.

Alex!

Yeah, uh, seriously, I can't be here.

I really can't be here.

Do you know how many dangerous and

hurtful things Stan could do to me here?

You had your head shoved in a

ball return? It's not a massage.

You're on the basketball team now.

Okay? This is your party.

Okay, okay, there she is.

There's Nicole. Oh, God.

- Which one?

She's right there.

You're looking at... She's my 3, your 2.

- Stop it. You're looking right at her.

- Calm down.

- Sorry.

- What was that?

- Nothing, it was a burp.

- Why are you burping?

- I have tummy issues. What? Get over it.

- Tummy issues?

She's not going to like me. I'm a loser.

Why are you a loser?

Because Stan says you're a loser?

Do you think Stan's a winner?

Stan's going nowhere.

Any girl in here would be lucky

to have your attention.

- What do you know about girls?

- What do I know about girls?

I used to date the

most beautiful girl in school...

...and I let her slip through my fingers.

But I won't let that happen to you.

You're absolutely right.

I'm just going to walk up to her

and introduce myself.

Tomorrow at school. Maybe.

Probably not.

Just go.

- Hey, girls.

- Hey, you came.

- How are you?

- Good.

Thank you, um. Have you seen Maggie?

I've been looking everywhere.

Oh, um, Maggie's not here.

But, um, I am.

And I'm really, really glad you came.

It's her birthday.

- I didn't get you a present, I'm sorry.

- I'll just have to unwrap you.

- Heh, heh. Okay.

I was kicked off the cheerleading squad

for being too flexible.

Okay, okay. Sit down. Just sit down.

If you girls don't respect yourselves...

...then how do you expect

anyone else to respect you?

Right?

Don't respect me.

No, don't respect me.

You don't even have to

remember my name.

- Wow, that's slutty.

- First of all, you slut.

This is some other dad's problem.

And, um, I just want to tell you

that you look like my dog.

- Excuse me?

- Your hair looks like my dog's hair.

- Oh, um...

- No, it's shiny and soft.

We give my dog special food.

It's got flax in it.

Oh, flax.

- She's a sweetheart.

- That's sweet.

Well, she died.

So I look like your dead dog?

I'm just really nervous, and I've wanted

to talk to you for so long.

- What am I thinking?

- Don't worry about it. Really.

- Alex?

- Oh, my God, you know my name.

You're on fire.

- Really?

- Literally, you're on fire.

What?

Literally on fire.

Whoa. Okay. Yeah, I'm gonna

get out of here. Later.

Just hand me those keys right there.

They're in for the night.

If the keys are locked in there, I don't

know how I'm going to get you guys out.

Conserve some oxygen in there.

Don't scream, you have

a limited amount of oxygen.

They're pretty, huh?

We got some pretty ladies in here.

Oh, there you are.

- What do you want?

- I just want to talk about Stan.

Yeah?

Why are you dating him?

I mean, you know he is not a nice guy.

He's crazy.

Hey, don't say that about Stan.

You don't even know him.

Oh, but I do. I really do.

I know him better than you.

Look, we're moving in together

after graduation.

Stan got into Georgetown?

- What?

- What?

No. No. Stan got on the management track

at Home Depot.

Oh, great.

And I'm going to Westwood Community

College to be closer to him.

He's my forever.

- There's no way in hell that's happening.

- Excuse me?

I said, "There's no way in hell

that that is happening. "

You think I'm gonna let you mortgage

your future?

You think I'll let you throw away

your hard work...

...everything that you've accomplished...

...for some psychopathic guy

who doesn't care about you?

I forbid you. I forbid you

to see him anymore.

Oh, okay! Who the hell do you think

you are, my father?! Dude!

- Don't walk away from me.

- You're a freak.

Margaret Sarah O'Donnell!

- Hey. How'd it go?

- Fantastic.

What's on your leg?

CHEERLEADERS:

We're the Warriors! Yeah, yeah!

Remember:
Defense wins the game.

What's wrong? You look uncomfortable.

Oh. No.

I was just thinking that

the last time I was here...

...my husband asked me to marry him.

Wow.

Tough to compete with that.

Down by 6, get the ball to Gold.

Warriors on three. One, two, three.

Warriors!

Stan, what are you doing? Let's go.

Go, Alex! Whoo!

Woo-hoo.

Left side.

Pick off! Right there!

He's got too much time. Come on!

Yeah!

Get it to McKinley! Get it in! Get it!

Get him!

Ball!

Come on, outside!

O'Donnell! Give the ball to Gold!

Give the ball to Gold!

No, no, no!

We did it! You were great. Oh.

Ooh. I, um...

- I'm sweaty. Um...

- Sorry about that.

Congratula... That was awesome.

You did a great...

I saw the... I liked the dance.

Yeah, so I think August...

August will be good.

All right, uh, have a good night.

See you tomorrow.

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