Freaky Friday Page #3

Oh.

Hey, Gramps.

Don't worry.

I would never let you down.

Just don't cancel

the audition yet.

- I'm gonna talk to my mom.

- All right.

- We're screwed.

- Yep.

Yeah.

"I don't think he knows I exist.

It's stupid to think about him,

but I can't help it."

Jake! Ooh, Jake!

Get out of my room!

Oh! My... my...

Ah! Aaaaah!

She saw it.

I'm gonna check

out those Lakers.

I'm with you.

Mom!

Mom, did you see

what happened to my door?

I spoke to your principal.

What?

Just now on the phone.

Where's my door?

- Privacy is a privilege.

- Where is my door, Mom?

Your door will be

returned to you, Anna,

if and when you can explain...

You give me that door,

or I will kill myself.

Oh!

Can I watch?

- Harry!

- Shut up!

Aaaaah!

I think we can dispense

with the drama.

Maybe you can

calmly explain to me

why you were

in detention twice today.

Okay, I went to detention.

That was

because Stacey Hinkhouse

kept hitting me

with a volleyball.

When is this conflict with

Stacey Hinkhouse going to end?

Never, because she's

an insane, psycho freak.

You'd know that if you paid

a speck of attention.

Anna!

What?

I think you know I pay

attention, Anna.

Enough to know that you got

an "F" in English today.

Well, Mr. Bates

is out to get me.

Oh, him too?

Yeah.

He just looks

for ways to torture me.

Like today, the one time Jake

spoke to me, he totally...

Who's Jake?

He's just nobody.

You say

I'm not interested, Anna.

I'm interested.

Try me.

Okay, he's just this

really amazing guy, Mom.

Where'd you meet him?

Detention, but...

That's promising.

Do you see? Why do I

bother telling you anything?

Do you see? Why do I

bother telling you anything?

Okay.

Who's up for Chinese?

Aah!

You're ruining my life!

I'm moving out and never coming

back ever, ever, ever again!

- Hello. How are you?

- Hello, Pei-Pei.

Anna, Harry, you're so big now.

What happened?

Are you happy for your mommy?

About what?

Oh. [Laughs]

She's such a joker.

Who's catering?

Chinese food good luck.

- It's all planned already.

- Okay, how about me?

- I preordered the Peking duck.

- Joy.

- I know that's your favorite.

- Whatever.

- The wedding is in two days.

- Think about it.

See you soon.

Happy dining.

Anna, your door is

underneath the back stairs.

Like I didn't figure that out.

Stop groveling, man.

Let her come to you.

She'd come with a hatchet.

I think I'll

go check on that duck.

Anna.

Do you think

that your surliness

is the best way for you

to get what you want?

I'm sorry, Mom.

I really have

been stressing in school,

and I deserved every single one

of those trips to detention.

And I'm gonna apologize to

Stacey Hinkhouse and Mr. Bates.

I guess what I'm trying to say

is, I'll try and do better, Mom.

I'll really, really try.

All right, what do you want?

To go to this audition tomorrow

that we can never have

again at the House of Blues.

An audition, that's great.

Tomorrow? You mean

after the rehearsal dinner?

Well, during.

"During."

You mean as "instead of"?

Technically?

I need to talk to you right now.

- I'm gonna pass on that.

- Now!

Anna.

I am going

to make one final attempt

to understand

what goes on in your head.

Don't treat me like

your patients.

- What?

- All calm and reasonable.

Let's talk.

I want to understand.

I really do

want to understand, Anna!

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Oh, Mama,

stay out of it, please.

- Mama.

- Okay, fine.

They're gonna pick one local

band to play at Wango Tango.

We were lucky to make this cut.

It's a once-in-a-lifetime

chance. Please.

Why can't I just go?

Please.

What I hear

is that my special night

means absolutely nothing to you.

I don't have to ask if my band

means anything to you.

It's clear

you think we're all noise.

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