Date with Love
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- 2016
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Hollywood extra
is coming to you live
from the red carpet
for the world premiere
of Alex Allen's
"heart full of wind."
Now let's hand it off
to Jeremy Mitchell,
who's in the middle
of all the star-studded action.
Thanks, Michelle.
What an exciting night!
Every celebrity in Hollywood
must be here.
And look,
here comes America's sweetheart,
miss Alex Allen!
Alex, congratulations
on the premiere
of your new film,
"heart full of wind."
Tell us what made you
want to make this movie.
Well, I love romance.
"Heart full of wind"
tells the story
of two lonely people
who are afraid of
opening up their hearts,
but they learn
to trust each other
and love one another
for who they really are.
And your co-star
in this film, of course,
your very handsome boyfriend,
Mr. Colin hartling.
Now, we have heard rumors
that there's trouble
in paradise.
Any comment?
Oh, you know how rumors
travel in Hollywood,
so let me set
the story straight.
Colin and I are
very much in love.
Uh-huh,
so where are you hiding him
tonight?
Well, he's right...
Well...
He was right here
a minute ago.
Excuse me.
Sure.
As you can see,
Alex Allen...
Alex!
Alex, Alex, right here!
Hi.
Sorry to interrupt.
Alex, you know
Rebecca havercroft.
Of course.
How are you, Rebecca?
Alex.
We were just discussing
the possibility of me being
in Rebecca's next picture.
Oh! Really?
I think Colin is wonderful
in your little movies, Alex,
but I'm sure he'd like to try
some serious acting
sometime, too.
Excuse me a minute.
She's adorable.
May I?
So, as I was saying...
Go find your own co-star.
What did you
do that for?
Oh, come on. Like she was
really just interested in you
for your acting?
You don't think
I'm a good actor?
Colin...
Let's not do this here.
No, you know,
maybe it's time
I moved on.
To what?
Before you started dating me,
you were making
dog food commercials.
And now I'm a star.
You know, I don't need you
anymore, Alex.
What? Wait.
Are you breaking up with me
on the red carpet?
Goodbye, Alex.
Colin, you said you loved me!
Guess what...
I was acting!
We still love you, Alex!
Alex, Alex...
All the world's a stage...
And all the men and women
are merely players.
At least,
that's what our friend
Mr. Shakespeare said.
What he really means
is that we all play roles.
We have our public faces,
the faces we share
with our friends and family,
and then we have
the one true private face,
the face we only share
with ourselves in the mirror.
Yes, David?
What if you don't like
what the mirror says?
Sorry, I can't help you
out there, David.
My specialty is English.
All right, guys,
remember your homework
for tomorrow.
Chapter eight.
See you tomorrow.
Courtney!
Oh!
Hi, Dennis.
Actually, it's David.
I was...
Okay.
Whatever.
Do you want something?
Yeah, um...
I was just wondering,
since the prom's coming up,
and I was just wondering
if you wanted to go...
With me.
Me?
With you?
You mean, together?
Yeah.
I already have a date.
Oh.
Yeah, so...
Right, yeah.
Um...
Well, maybe I'll see you there,
then, okay, right?
Yeah. Right.
Or maybe not.
That went well.
Shut up, watts.
Look, Rogers,
no pressure,
but there's only
a week until prom.
So who's left
on your list?
Nobody.
Courtney was
the last one, and...
This has been
a disaster, watts.
I mean, I've asked
every girl in school,
and they've all said no.
What am I going to do?
Hey, why do you even want to go
to the stupid prom, anyways?
It's just an archaic ritual
designed to force us to conform
to society's expectations
for the rest of our lives.
It's also the last
chance I have
to make a mark
at this school.
And that is
important why?
Because
for the last four years,
nobody at this school
has paid any attention
to me at all.
Aw, thank you.
I mean, you had to.
I mean, we've been friends
since first grade.
Come on, I'm talking
about everybody else.
To them, I don't even
exist at this school.
I want to be remembered
for something
more than just...
Being... me.
Look,
I hate
to break it to you, Rogers,
but I don't think having
Courtney Cornell
or any other member
of her bubble-head brigade
on your arm
is going to do anything.
In fact, we are so far
down the social ladder
in this school,
that taking a movie star
like Alex Allen to the prom
wouldn't even help.
- Heidi watts?
- What?
You are brilliant!
I'm afraid to ask why.
I'm going to invite
Alex Allen to the prom!
Great.
And look, here comes
America's sweetheart,
miss Alex Allen!
Alex!
Congratulations...
- Gentlemen.
- Hey. Mr. Walsh.
...on the premiere
of your new film,
"heart full of wind..."
Remember tomorrow's
homework, David.
I don't want to hear
that your dog ate it again.
Hey, Mr. Walsh!
Wait up!
You're good
with words, right?
I like to think so.
Well, I'm having
a little bit of trouble
writing something.
What kind of writing?
Oh, a promposal.
A what?
You know, like a formal
invitation to the prom.
Ah... prom.
Proposal.
Prom-posal.
That's very clever.
Right?
Except I'm kind of having
a hard time with it.
I want it to sound romantic,
but not too...
Mushy.
Well, the first thing
I would do
is make an observation
about your object of affection
that no one else can.
Something... insightful,
but not too...
Creepy stalker-ish?
Yes, exactly.
Right.
Can...
Can you keep a secret?
Yeah?
No way,
this is you!
In my prior life.
I wasn't always
an English teacher, you know.
I didn't know
you wrote poetry!
It's not exactly something
I want to spread
around the school,
but...
Maybe it will give you
some inspiration.
Thanks, Mr. Walsh!
Good luck
with that promposal.
Mr. Walsh!
Did I hear you mention
the prom?
Uh, yes.
Was just helping out
one of the kids.
Mm-hmm.
Well, as your fellow
prom committee member,
save me a dance.
Hollywood starlet
Alex Allen
has a red-carpet meltdown,
and it's all caught on tape!
Are you breaking up
with me on the red carpet?
Goodbye, Alex.
Colin, you said you loved me!
So, Meghan,
what do you think?
Is this the end...
Alex?
You never know, Brian.
Hollywood is always...
Alex, honey,
you can't stay in here forever.
Why?
Nobody cares about me.
I do.
You have to.
You're my publicist.
I am also
your best friend,
and you're Alex Allen.
You're a huge movie star.
You've got the number one
romantic comedy in the country
right now.
Yep, I can fall in love
on-screen,
but every romance I've ever had
ends in disaster.
Okay, so you've had
a few bumps along the way
with the men
that you've dated.
No, Paige...
I haven't dated them,
they've dated me,
and only because
I'm famous.
Nobody wants me
for who I really am.
That is not true.
You have millions of fans
out there
who love you
just the way you are.
Oh, yeah?
Have you checked
the Internet recently?
"Alex Allen,
a star has fallen."
"Alex Allen,
is it really over?"
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