Freaky Friday Page #11

- Where's Mom?

- She ditched us at the studio.

Harry, get down from

the table this instant!

I'm imitating Mom.

You should've seen her today!

She was so cool!

Whoo! Whoo!

Ramones?

Love.

White Stripes?

Can't stand 'em.

I know! Me neither.

I mean, get a bass player.

I love this song.

Am I so lame that I would

love "Baby, One More Time"?

No, this cover's a classic.

I gotta go.

What?

Don't go.

No, no.

I have a wedding rehearsal.

Okay, whose?

Mine.

Are you serious?

I wish I wasn't.

You're not really

getting married, are you?

This was so fun, and I'm

gonna remember it forever.

- Okay, but you can't...

- Jake...

Look, I don't know

what's going on.

I don't know what

this whole thing is.

I feel like I know you.

I have to go.

Really, I just...

Please.

Just please.

Let me at least

give you a ride.

Okay.

Here you are,

you little monster.

Okay.

Tess!

Tess!

Tess!

Where have you been?

You needed to be dressed

a half hour ago!

You tell me where you've

been, young lady!

Young lady?

Role-playing!

Her idea.

New therapeutic technique.

Switching points of view.

If I switch with Harry,

do I have to wear a thong?

[Mockingly]

Earthquake! Save me!

Get back here, you little.

Where do I even begin?

Could it be your

career-killing TV appearance,

your nonstop partying

with my car and wallet,

or, perhaps, my body's

makeover from hell?

Are you listening

to a word I'm saying?

Yes.

And get that cheap stud

out of my ear.

Mom, he is so awesome.

- Who?

- Jake.

Please, Mommy, can I

go out with him? Please?

Not in Ryan's

fiancée's body, you can't.

What am I supposed to

do in Ryan's fiancée's body?

Go to this thing tonight?

Be you?

That's today.

What about tomorrow, Mom?

I really don't want

to get married.

I don't think you're thrilled

about me getting married

either, Anna.

Why?

Why can't we talk about this?

What is it about

Ryan you don't like?

He's fine.

But he's not your father.

Mom, look, I don't wanna talk

about this now.

Time's running out to talk

about it. Please, tell me.

Mom, do what you want.

Marry the dude.

Just don't make me do it.

Tess?

[Mockingly]

Privacy's a privilege, Anna.

Tess?

Go.

Yo, sup?

I'm not really

a prying kind of guy,

but I was wondering

what you were doing

on the eve of our wedding

straddling some guy on the

back of a big, black Harley.

Hello?

It was a Ducati.

Is there something

you'd like to tell me?

Some fantasy you're trying

to get out of your system?

Because I'd like

to know about it now.

I just needed a ride.

I didn't really

even know the guy.

I didn't know what...

He's a friend of mine, Ryan.

He likes me.

And my mom wouldn't

let me go out with him,

so I just had to beg her

to check him out for me.

And she did.

And she actually came to find

that he's a very

together young man.

And she approves.

Really?

Really.

Snap!

Uh-huh.

So, let's do this thingy!

- You mean our wedding rehearsal?

- Yeah, whatever.

Excuse me.

Ooh!

What are you doing?

Shotgun!

I want to talk to your mom.

- Are you insane?

- I know I am.

What are you thinking?

How can you entertain ideas

about you and a woman her age?

What are you talking about?

She looks great.

Really? Wow.

No!

You have to disappear!

I know

it's unconventional, okay?

And I know nothing can happen.

I'm not stupid.

I just want to know her.

I want to talk to her.

Do not come near

my mother or her fiancé!

Do you understand?

I don't understand anything.

For God's sake, you really need

to find someone your own age.

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