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Well... I really hope

it all works out.

She said no.

Do you think that I should

keep going after her?

Oh, kiddo...

[Sighing]

I should just

blow out my brains.

Don't talk that way.

You know, if it wasn't for my

dad, I could've been a singer?

That's what I really

wanted to be.

But...

[Sighing]

He said I had no future.

Now I'm even too old

for American idol.

If I could turn back time

I wouldn't do those things

I knew would upset you

turn back time

for the glory ...

hello?

Hey. It's Richard.

Hey.

How's it going

back home on the range?

Okay. How's California?

Hot.

So, mom tell you to call?

She said you were going

through a rough patch.

I just thought

I'd call and see if...

[Whispering]

Mrs. Burill.

Well, if you need anything.

Like what?

I could lend you some money.

I don't need any money.

Listen, I know how tough

things can be with dad.

Things are just fine with dad.

You know, I don't know,

maybe if you just,

just finish your college degree.

If I'd wanted a college degree, I'd

have gotten one and been like you.

Listen, I was just trying to help.

I know we're not close anymore.

We were never close...

the most I ever saw you was,

like, twice a year when

you were in med school.

And you were always late

showing up when we did meet.

Abe, I really have

no recollection of being late.

I know. That's 'cause you don't

remember anything you did to me.

What I did to you?

What are you talking about?

Like the time we planned on going

on a cross-country road trip,

and you canceled on me at the last minute

'cause you got invite to go to fire island.

Abe, that was, like, 10 years ago, and I

paid you back for all of the camping gear.

And, all right,

I am sorry if you think that

I ruined your summer

vacation 10 years ago!

You always ruin things for me, and you

always act like it was my fault somehow.

But you, like, you're so superior,

like, you're not really sorry,

'cause it's not possible

for you to be wrong.

No! 'Cause you're

so f***ing moral!

If I could turn back time ...

what?

[Miranda] Hi, it's me.

Oh.

I'm so sorry

about this weekend.

Really, I've been feeling

horrible ever since you left.

Can you, can you

come over tonight?

I can do that.

I've had my sights

on you a while

your denim matches

your blue eyes

I feel my heartbeat skip

when you walk my ...

you know, not that I'm an

expert on these things,

but, maybe you should

start taking a little

less medication?

Please tell me something,

and I need you

to be honest.

Are you for real?

Absolutely.

200%.

And you're not being ironic?

Like, performance art,

or something?

Well, I suppose

it's true that most people

would describe me as having

an ironic sense of humor,

but I'm definitely

not into performance art

or anything like that... no way.

And you were serious

about what you said last time?

Absolutely. A thousand percent.

Even though you hardly...

I know all I need to know.

Do you think you might want...?

[Sighing]

I want to want you.

That's enough for me.

[Sighing]

I had a long Skype with Mahmoud,

my ex.

And I told him

all about you.

How different you are

from what I'm used to.

All the downside, everything.

And he agrees.

I should stop trying

to slit my wrists,

give up on a literary career,

give up on hope, ambition,

success, independence,

self-respect.

I should just get married

and have children.

Oh, my God.

That wasn't horrible.

Things could've

been so much worse.

I know.

I mean, like, so much worse.

So, how was the traffic?

Oh, not so bad.

I mean, I'm pretty good

at timing things out.

Still, I mean, we'd

have gotten here sooner,

except we missed the exit.

Oh...

Coming off of 95?

It would've been better to

take the parkway, I think.

I told him to take the parkway.

95 was the fastest.

Anyway, there's

construction going on.

Oh.

No, on the parkway.

Have to take a detour.

Pain in the ass.

Well, actually,

the construction's over.

I think the parkway

is much better.

That's what I said.

They're supposed to be

building a new thru-way.

Off the turnpike.

Oh?

- Might simplify things.

- Oh, yeah.

Gonna be rush hour soon.

Terrible. Hmm?

Don't wanna get stuck in that.

Yeah, so, uh, let's see, uh,

here's the walk-in

closet/hamper room.

Bathroom.

My mom's a licensed

interior decorator.

So, she gets really good deals on

designer furniture and fixtures.

Richard's room.

[Mock gagging] Barf-ola.

Uh, this is my parents' room.

And, see this door frame?

Yeah.

My dad used to mark here

me and my brother's

heights when we

were growing up.

Oh, neat.

Where?

You can't see them now.

They were wallpapered over

during the first redecoration.

That's too bad.

I know. Classic

Wertheimer move.

They forgot about it.

Then, it was too late.

My dad...

- What?

- Nothing.

Anyway, Richard's shorter than

me, and he's super insecure

about it, so what do I care?

Now, this here...

My room.

What do you think?

I'm kind of into James

Bond, double-oh-seven.

This hat, over here,

it's a copy of the one originally

worn by oddjob in goldfinger.

Don't worry, I am not a trekkie,

or anything

super nerdy like that.

Is this Richard?

He looks nice.

Um... eye check?

Don't worry. You'll

meet him eventually.

He's a total a**hole, just like my dad.

You'll see.

I was thinking, maybe one

day, we could live here.

What do you mean?

No, no, no. Not in this

bedroom, of course,

or at least only

for a little while.

It's too small in here.

No, no. Don't worry.

We'd move into my parents' bedroom,

after the move to Florida.

You could redecorate it!

You mean, you don't wanna

get your own place?

What for?

We could keep this home in our

family for, like, generations.

Our kids could give it to their

kids and then to their kids.

Only instead of

a**holes, everyone

would be totally

cool and respectful.

We have central heating

and air conditioning.

Outdoor swimming pool.

What more could you ask for?

Abe?

Yeah?

There's something

I have to tell you.

Yeah?

Before we have children.

Go on.

And before we get married.

Yeah?

Oh, I should've told you before.

Before what?

I'm sorry.

Tell me.

I feel so stupid,

so guilty.

What?

Whatever it is, it's okay.

I have a condition.

What do you mean?

I have hepatitis.

Hepatitis B.

Uh, what does that mean?

I mean, exactly?

There's a chance,

a small chance,

I could infect you,

or could have already.

Although, don't worry.

The doctor says it should have

no impact on any pregnancy.

Uh...

Is it, is it...

Is it fatal?

Rarely.

But, still, I thought

you should know.

Thanks.

This is a hard thing

to talk about.

I'm in treatment now.

The doctors

are optimistic, but still...

Still...

I haven't told anyone.

No one?

Except Mahmoud... of course.

Of course.

Is this gonna affect things?

Make you change your mind?

Oh, God, no.

I, um, I love you.

That's all that matters.

Thank you, Abe.

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