Endless Love

There was a girl.

A beautiful girl

surrounded by people.

Yet utterly alone.

Her brother, Chris,

died sophomore year.

She spent all of her time

secluded with her family,

or in the comfort of books.

I watched her for

all of high school,

waiting for that perfect

moment to talk to her,

but that moment never came.

I watched as people

gradually forgot about her.

And she seemed content

to disappear.

But not to me.

And although she didn't know it,

I saw the possibility of us.

Jade Butterfield. Mmm.

Four years, and you

never talked to her.

Well, in my defense, no one did.

There is a reason for that.

She's an ice queen.

Girl can't be real.

You don't think she's real?

"You don't think..."

Girl looks like that, has that much

dough, can't be real, all right?

I know these things.

Ah, it's stupid, I know.

No, it's not.

Come on. Dad wants a photo

of the happy family.

Oh, whose family are we

taking a picture of?

Come on.

Jade, come take a picture.

- Me?

- Yeah, you.

Okay.

Thank you so much.

Will you take two?

Just to be safe.

Okay.

- There.

- Thank you.

- Congrats, honey.

- Thanks.

That one's going online.

Yeah.

I barely know those girls.

I didn't expect to

be in the picture.

Take a seat. Come on.

Mom and Dad's happy

family photo can wait.

Promise me you won't do in

college what you did here.

Chris was an amazing brother,

and we all miss him,

but you can't stop living.

He'd want us to live

more, not less.

How's anyone ever gonna know how

ridiculous and funny you are

if all you ever do is hang

out with Mom and Dad?

- I don't just hang out with Mom and Dad.

- Oh, really?

How many kids signed this?

And, uh, you can't

include teachers.

Don't.

Thanks, Dad.

You're welcome, son.

I'm proud of you.

Thank you. It means a lot.

Maybe you should buy

a blowtorch, huh?

- To melt the ice off your girl.

- Mace...

- Your son's got a crush.

- No, I don't.

- Does he?

- No, I don't.

- Is she here?

- Yeah.

Which one is it?

- Jade Butterfield. Mmm-hmm.

- That blonde over there?

- Don't you dare. No.

- Hey, Jade!

Hey, Jade!

Jade!

Jade, I want you to meet my son!

- Come on! Come on!

- The greatest kid here!

Hey, you guys. Come on, man!

Whoo-hoo. My son, the

high school graduate!

Oh, wow. Mr. Schwartz,

thank you. This is too much.

Mrs. Schwartz. You guys take

care now, all right? Okay.

Ah.

Balling!

Dude, you going to

Jenny's Saturday night?

Really? Again?

- Come on.

- Don't do this.

Do you have any idea how your

constant break-ups affect my life?

I'm so sorry.

The energy, man, it gets all

awkward and sh*t, all right?

Just get back together

with her so I can

go back to the life

I'm accustomed to.

Can you act like a

respectable human being?

You're the first

face the guests see.

And yet they keep coming back.

Welcome to the Inn.

How are you doing?

Can you just, uh,

give me a nice spot?

Absolutely. Will do, sir.

Take care.

You're Jade Butterfield.

We go to school... I mean,

we went to school together.

David, right?

Yeah.

Hey, Jade.

I should go.

Okay.

Would you sign this?

Sure.

Jade Butterfield

Come back to me

I'm David and I love you

My wife will have a mixed salad

to start and your pasta special.

My daughter's gonna have the

steak, medium, and soup to start.

Good?

- Yeah.

- And for you?

I think I can handle this myself.

I'm gonna go for the burger and

fries. Medium rare, please.

And a Crown and Coke. Better

make it a double, actually.

You're here from ASU

for two short months.

Let's just try and

keep it pleasant.

That's why I got the double, Dad.

Um...

We've been going back and forth over

what to get you for graduation.

We know we haven't done very

well with the holidays and so on

and that's not been

fair to you or Keith.

I don't need anything.

We could go shopping. We could

get a new wardrobe for Brown.

Yeah, you should

think of something,

or else you'll end up

with a photo of this guy.

There is one thing.

What? Anything.

- A party.

- A party? Wow.

Out of all the things

you could ask for?

Well, I was looking at all

the kids at school today

and high school's where you're supposed

to make friends you'll keep forever.

I don't know any of them.

They don't know me.

A party. I think that

that is a great idea.

Well...

Sure.

Yeah, sure. Okay.

It's been a long time since

we've celebrated anything.

Thank you very much, Mr. Abbey.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Do you want me to get your car?

No. Um...

I'm having a graduation party.

- I'm inviting the entire class.

- Really?

Is it that hard to believe?

Uh, no. I've just

never seen you out.

I didn't know that you, uh...

Mingled with the masses.

I just spent the last

four years of high school

trying to get into another

four years of college.

- You don't have to come.

- No, I want to.

I mean, we want to.

- We wanna come.

- We wanna come.

Could you just give me one second?

- Welcome.

- Welcome to the Inn.

Keep it close. Don't park me in.

Oh, sure, no...

No, he didn't. Hey, man.

Now, I'll take them, but you gotta

hand them to me, all right?

I don't pick up sh*t off the floor.

It's time to learn.

Hey. Hey. Hey.

You boys best earn your

three minutes in my car.

- Yeah, thanks, man.

- "Boys"?

Give me the keys. Come on.

Give me the keys.

I guess we should definitely earn

our three minutes, don't you think?

Why limit ourselves to three?

I mean, why?

- Are you coming?

- You're stealing his car?

- Whoa.

- I mean, I wouldn't say "stealing."

Technically, borrowing.

What about your job?

Jade, get in the car.

Jade, get in the car.

What?

Get in the car.

- What is she doing?

- I don't know. Come on!

Get in the car!

Jade Butterfield, get in

the car this instant.

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Where the hell have you been?

We've got guests freaking out.

You stole my car.

Sorry. We just wanted to make

sure it wasn't parked in.

You ate Fatburger in my Maserati.

It's over. You're done, mister.

That's actually my fault.

You should blame me.

All right, I want him fired.

- Now.

- No, it was my...

- I want him fired, too.

- It was my fault!

- Him and him fired, and I'm having your job.

- I ate Fatburger!

It was me. It was me. I ate it.

No. It was me.

I ate the Fatburger.

- Oh, is this a joke to you?

- No, I mean...

You trying to impress your hot

little girlfriend over there?

Now, watch what you're saying.

Everyone, cool down.

Why don't we go inside?

It's gonna take a lot

more than stealing

my car to get her

to spread her legs.

Oh, sh*t. Damn!

- That was self-defense.

- Get out of here, David! Now!

- What was that?

- That kid, he hit me!

Jade. Are you all right?

I swear to God, I'll sue.

That was self-defense.

God, I'll sue him.

I'll sue him, I'll sue you. I'll sue

everybody! I'll sue this whole place!

He's out of here, sir.

Is my Fatburger evidence?

'Cause I'd like to

finish eating it.

- Just get out of here, Mace.

- All right, yep.

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