Babysitter's Black Book Page #3
- Hey!
Canned cheese is
so much better.
So much better.
Agh.
Amazing.
Hey, how'd it go?
My interviewer had
amazing internships
and already has, like, three
job offers when he graduates.
That's awesome.
Come in.
I can do this.
I mean, I'm terrified.
And the kids here
are way above me.
And if I don't
get a scholarship,
I don't have a prayer.
But I--I could see myself
here, thanks to you.
Oh, hey.
the guts to do this on my own.
You're happy?
Absolutely.
This is for you.
What?
It's for all your hard work.
Well, I haven't
worked hard yet.
Oh, you will.
Trust me.
Oh.
Mark, I--this is just...
Well, try it on.
Now?
Yeah.
Yeah, absolutely.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
Wow.
You look stunning.
Yeah?
Phew.
Ready to rock and roll?
Sure.
The guy recites poetry
while we're doing it.
I swear I had to
put my hand over his
mouth just to shut him up.
I--look, I told Jack
it's 750 for tonight.
So close your eyes and
dream of the bank roll.
Ugh.
Can you do that?
Okay. But any poetry,
and I am out.
Rain, rolling
down my window
Put a wrench
in everything I had today
And so I cancelled
all my plans
I'm gonna find a new
solution right away
When I'm down
head under water
To ease my woes
I sing out my sins with
the ones I love the most
You can find me
at the soul shop
Where my daddy
taught me how to rock...
Let's get out of here.
Hey, wake up,
sleepyhead.
We gotta get back.
I can't believe
we did this.
Linda is amazing to me.
She's like a second mom.
Listen, Linda's great.
I love Linda,
and I always will.
So what are we doing?
You want the Oprah answer?
The truth is we're more
friends than lovers now.
The magic's kinda gone.
Hey.
Hey, stop worrying so much.
Hmm?
You know what
I'm thinking about?
Hmm?
I can guess.
first day at Pressman.
You're meeting new friends,
picking classes,
living away from home
for the first time.
You know what you
won't be thinking about?
What?
Room and board, tuition.
I am taking care
of everything.
You're my girl.
I got you covered.
Strong SAT scores.
You'll probably
be valedictorian.
is a fine idea, as long
as you don't forget
your safety schools.
My family, um, can't help.
So I'll be working
my way through college.
Pressman can help
with that.
They have excellent
financial aid packages.
You think I have a chance?
Just don't set your
heart on one place.
I've seen too many broken
hearts walk out these doors.
Um, what put that smile
on your face?
Guidance counselor love.
Cheap thrills.
Okay. You guys are
killing me.
Did you rip off
Rihanna's closet?
I'm starving.
Let's grab Gilli
and hit the caf.
Yeah, right.
High school heartthrobs are
a depreciating asset.
Since when, two weeks ago?
Since she studied
the market and realized
the value of her goods.
Is this National Slut Day
and I didn't get the memo?
Obviously not.
Or else you wouldn't be
hiding that gorgeous bod.
had sex with Rob Pattinson.
Okay. Cafe.
Let's go.
You guys are a billboard
for something.
What is up?
You are too young
and too pure.
Oh, you'd be surprised.
Liar. I may be a virgin, but
I have a wild artistic soul.
So spill.
Really?
You guys are gonna go all
secret agent on me now?
It's not like I don't tell
you my deepest and darkest.
Oh, what the hell?
Let's corrupt
their virgin ears.
After all, we
are Family Buddies.
Let's just say I've
introduced a hot new
Family Buddies' product.
What's that?
Us.
I don't get it.
Oh, my God.
At first he'd just
buy me stuff.
Then he asked if
I'd rather have cash.
It's a win-win.
Are all the dads
into this, even Mr. Lozlo?
- No!
- Okay.
It's just a few
that we know of.
But they have friends.
Friends.
I used to love coming here
when we were little.
Remember?
Oh, I remember.
you'd scare the hell out of me.
Don't you feel guilty
about Roger's wife and kids?
Well, I don't--I don't
But it's his problem,
not mine.
Yeah.
I don't know
Jack's wife and kids.
Ew. I could not imagine
sleeping with strangers
for money.
Okay. It is not that different
from banging high school boys,
except the sex
is way better.
And, plus, we get paid.
I'll just quit after
graduation and get to college
a much hotter lover
for my true boyfriend.
And, remember, no college guys
want to sleep with virgins.
I'd--if you want in,
there are other dads.
No.
Ash, could put a dent
in that Pressman tuition.
Mm-mm.
Can't deal.
Sorry.
Oh, God, it's not like
we're walking the streets.
We got enough food to wait
out a nuclear attack.
If you feel like we're being
watched, I can take them down.
They're still in here.
This really how you want
to spend our time? Hmm?
We can dance again if you like,
make love until we pass out.
Oh, so the food
is just for show?
No.
No, we could eat before,
after, during if you like.
That sounds gross.
So do a lot of things
until you try them.
It's what you want,
isn't it, experience?
Or is it just tuition?
I adore you.
You know that.
Prove it.
Come on.
Go, go, touchdown.
That's right.
Hey.
You look great.
Chemistry.
Valance is a measure of
how many chemical bonds
can be formed by an element.
Daniel, what is valance?
Uh, it's the, uh,
irresistible attraction
one element has for another.
Oh, actually,
it's typically the number
of electrons needed
to fill the outermost
shell of an atom.
I think it's when two electrons
who have been friends
for ages suddenly
get a different charge
and decide to pump up
the electricity.
And how would they do that?
Ash, do you want to go to a
party with me this weekend?
You know I've never really been
to high school parties, right?
That's about to change.
Yours, Jeff.
Whoa.
When I was on
the cover of "Today's
Cheerleader Magazine,"
he couldn't
get enough of me.
when my parents were downstairs.
We had to be so quiet
while we did it.
Who are you?
Do I know you?
I know, right?
So you and Daniel,
is it a thing?
We'll see.
I had a really
good time tonight.
Me too.
It's all that chemistry.
Hmm.
Good night, Daniel.
Oh.
Those are gorgeous.
Who are they from?
A boy I met last night
at the party.
You must have made
quite an impression.
You like
the orchids I sent?
They were okay.
Where were you last night?
I tried your cell
over and over.
I went to a party.
With a guy?
No.
Yes.
What difference
does it make?
You have sex with him?
God, Mark, no.
What even gives you
the right to ask that?
I just don't want you
having sex with other people.
You are married.
You don't get to say that.
Oh, if I'm paying
for Pressman,
I'll say whatever
I damn well please. Okay?
Wow. Wow.
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