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in the morning he wasn't so subtle.

-But those were the best days.

-The honeymoon days...

-Where nothing mattered.

-Nothing but us.

But it wouldn't be long before

the year was over ...

-I was going to France that summer.

-I told her it's only France, 3 months.

-It wouldn't be so bad.

-I didn't want to leave.

I didn't want the year to end.

It was the best year of my life.

I'm in love.

-Tingles and everything?

-Yeah, tingles and everything.

Love is a hoax. Our emotions are

all provoked by chemical reactions.

It creates this euphoria

that makes you stupid.

It's all biochemistry. Trust me.

It was my major.

I'm afraid it's true, Al.

All romantics are simply addicts.

You guys just need to experience

something of substance.

-Then you'll know my language.

-Prove this love.

You speak of its power.

Why not show us?

One of these is love,

the other, illusion.

Drink each and choose,

but choose wisely...

for there is no second chance.

You cannot have a test

without a wager.

Point taken.

If you fail, you have to be an extra

in the picture tomorrow night.

-And if I win?

-Then I'll buy you...

...an all-you-can-eat sushi dinner.

-I don't want all the sushi I can eat!

Trust me, you will.

Now drink.

Chop-chop.

The second one.

-You're certain?

-I'm positive.

This is love.

You chose illusion.

I... I didn't.

It's love, I know it.

Call us at 9 PM, baby.

Be ready to shine.

There's a party in 4O6.

Want to go?

I'm your friend so it's my duty

to warn you.

Soon those tingles will disappear

and you won't know what hit you.

Actually, I'm not going

to be around tonight.

No? Why?

I promised Monk I'd be en extra

in a film he's directing.

What?

I promised Monk I'd be an extra

in a film he's directing.

-You'll be an extra in a porno movie?

-An epic. They reinvented the genre.

-You're not going...

-No.

Besides, they're

paying me fifty bucks.

You'd rather be on

a movie set than...?

It's a battle scene and

the regular extras are on strike.

I'm leaving for France in two weeks

and instead of sleeping with me...

you'd rather be a day-player

in some flick?

-It's an extra. It's a pay difference.

-Fine. This way we have it.

You can decide if we eat it too.

Action!

Watching Monk prepare to lead his

troops into battle, I kept wondering...

what was I doing?

I chose this over Imogen?

All I wanted to do was see her.

To be with her.

When you have moments

like that one...

you can't even imagine

it won't stay that way.

Look at those two.

They can't keep their hands

off each other.

I'll bet you they think they'll

always be that happy.

I have some errands to run.

So Imogen ended up going to France

for the summer.

Remember how I told her it was just

France and three months?

It turns out that whole distance thing

was a little harder than I thought.

Welcome back.

So, what do you think?

Very beefy, Eddie.

-What's with the Mullet cut?

-This? It's pretty cool, right?

These are coming back.

They are, just you wait.

-Your eyes are open.

-So?

-That's weird.

-Is it? Let me see.

-That is weird.

-Too weird.

Why? Don't you want to watch me,

watch my eyes while I kiss you?

-Isn't it better with the eyes closed?

-It depends on your mood, I guess.

-Stop.

-Why?

-What?

-I don't know.

-You like it?

-I don't know, it's different.

This needs to go upstairs

for approval.

So I'm in France for the summer. I've

spent summer there since I was a kid.

I'm meeting my dad's relatives in Nice,

clubbing with friends in Saint-Tropez.

I even took that funny-looking boat to

Corsica. I was having so much fun.

Did I miss Al?

Absolutely.

He was all I talked about with friends.

Then my cousin Maeva asked me:

-And I said:
"What?"

-Married. Are you going to be married?

Of course not.

I'm only nineteen years old.

So now I'm back and lying in his arms.

It's so nice to back in those arms.

We're kissing and all I could think of

was that word:
married.

And I started getting

really confused.

And my new room-mate

only offered, well...

...other distractions.

-Put this on. It's a doobie cap.

It, like, totally intensifies it.

Like, the pores in your head...

I don't know.

It just holds the smoke in your head

for, like, a lot longer.

It's so right.

Thank you.

I am so proud of you.

You did such a great job

on the show.

Everybody loves you.

You worked so hard.

You're going to be a senior.

So?

Don't you think you should get your

butt into gear? You have a future.

I plan on going to the French

Culinary Institute after I graduate.

That's a very smart move.

-I think I might have a smarter one.

-What?

I think we should do a show together.

Don't you think...

a father and son show

would be a great hook?

-What is it?

-You watch TV, right?

-What kind of shows do you watch?

-Talk-shows.

Right, what else?

-Enjoy it.

-"Cops".

So I say we do a reality

cooking show.

Explain.

Are you sitting down?

It's called "Cooks".

Now, imagine a truck, a big rig.

And it is stock piled with food

and wines and spices.

We travel around the country,

just you and me.

I do the driving.

I call the shots.

We drive all over the country and we

come to homes. Average homes.

Go! Go! Go!

At the homes we rush in and say:

"We're going to make you dinner."

We use the exciting style of all those

shows. Shaky camera and everything.

We've got a SWAT guy hold the mat

gun point so they can't runaway.

While we're in the kitchen, we say:

"What kind of meal would you like?"

-Chateaubriand?

-And then we cook.

But while we're cooking,

we teach.

-If we need something special...

-Garlic!

...a meat, a fish, a cheese, everyone

likes cheese... you got the truck.

It's bread!

Every week a new cuisine.

Every week...

a new home.

What do you think?

-Sounds like a winner, Dad.

-What's wrong?

-Imogen.

-No.

Things locked inside become cancer.

Do you know what a cancer does?

Costs a lot of money to treat.

I'm sorry. It's just...

she's been back awhile now

and it's not the same.

It's all about growing up

and growing together.

It's all about growing old

and growing apart.

Excuse me. It takes work, Al. So,

either you do the work or you get out.

That one's no good.

When guys drift from their loved ones

they sometimes drift toward...

how should I put this?

Less productive pursuits.

What's up?

Monk called.

Having people over.

I got a mid-term in the morning.

-He left this for you.

-You're lame, man.

Don't mess with these guns!

Don't mess with them!

You may be pretty, buff. But you look

a little bit like a Solid Gold dancer.

But my dad was right.

You gotta do the work.

So, I thought a day

in the country...

along with my famous smoked salmon

would help turn things around.

Is this cheese fat-free, yo?

Rid yourself of this health curse.

It'll only backfire in later days.

Yeah, eating habits are reflexive of,

like, sexual technique.

So did you really smoke

that fish yourself?

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