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Hello, It's Me Page #4
day and writes fan fiction?
Ella, that's kind of rude.
Hey, my Battlestar Galactica
fan fic is awesome.
- (CHUCKLES)
- There's that smile.
I haven't seen it in a long time.
Just like her mom's.
- It's true.
- That's very sweet.
I hope that was okay.
You can leave anytime
you need to.
No, it was fun. I enjoyed
it.
Um...
(STAMMERS)
Do you have any water?
I mean, of course
you have water.
Uh, what I meant was...
- Would you like some water?
- Yes.
Yes, please.
Thanks for helping Milo
with his spaceship.
Yeah, any time. It was fun.
So, look, um...
Ericka said that you wanted
to open a bakery of your own.
Yeah?
She shouldn't have said
that.
I mean, I did want that
once,
but now I don't.
Oh.
I mean, if it's
a financing thing,
I'm sure I could help
you find some investors.
One taste
of your baking and...
(MIMICS EXPLOSION)
I'm sorry,
but that's just not something
I'm planning anymore.
Oh. Uh, well...
I don't mean to
upset you, Annie.
I just, you know,
I know a good investment when I see one.
Or taste one.
I appreciate it.
But that can't happen now.
Oh.
Okay.
All right. Um, well...
a sore subject.
I'll, uh...
I guess I'll go.
Okay.
Okay. All right. Bye.
(SIGHS)
(KNOCKING)
- I forgot the ring.
- (SIGHS)
Thank you.
Right. Okay.
Bye.
See ya.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(KNOCKS AT DOOR)
Forget something else?
I got back five minutes ago,
but I didn't want
to interrupt.
- Interrupt what?
- You tell me.
You had no right to tell him
about the bakery.
He's an investor.
I was just trying to help.
But I didn't ask for it.
You know that was
my dream with Andre.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
No. No, I don't want
to take a survey.
(SIGHS)
Ericka, I think I'm losing
it.
(CHUCKLES) Nah.
After the sparks I saw
between you and James,
I think you're definitely
getting it back.
(SIGHS)
MADDY:
Are you kidding me?Mike from bio is way cuter
than Mike from social studies.
ELLA:
Ew, no!(LAUGHING) Mike from bio has one
of those three-haired mustaches.
It's really weird!
I'm so excited you're going
to come back to soccer.
We so need you up front.
You were a beast!
Uh...
Don't do this again.
- Do what?
- Flake.
I'm not flaking, Maddy.
I just don't really like soccer anymore.
Oh, come on.
Nobody loves to play
more than you.
Every single night
you and your dad would...
I gotta get home.
Ella, I'm sorry.
But are you seriously
not gonna play?
I said no, didn't I?
I don't want to sound mean,
but it's been two years,
and you still say no
to everything.
I do not.
Are you coming to
my slumber party?
Look, Ella,
you're my best friend.
And I don't want to
give up on you.
But at some point,
you're gonna have to
start trying, too.
I miss the old you.
So do I.
(PIANO PLAYING)
Lobster salad, please.
He'll have soup
and day-old bread.
Okay, I'll bite.
Why?
Well, after the way you
brushed off Susan,
you to an expensive lunch.
Isn't that just a little
passive aggressive, Mother?
There's nothing passive
about it.
I'll have the lobster salad.
I'll be buying lunch.
Look, I appreciate your
concern about my love life,
ask you to stop helping.
I am just trying to help
you find the right person.
- Hmm.
- Like Susan.
(CHUCKLES)
Who just so happens to be
coming over for dinner tonight.
You're kidding me?
Oh, what am I saying, you've never
cracked a joke in your life.
I resent that.
I'm actually quite funny given
the right circumstances.
And a bottle of wine,
Mother.
- Don't be crass, James.
- (PHONE RINGS)
(CHUCKLING)
Well, I'm sorry, Mother,
but as it turns out,
I have plans.
- I was just invited to dinner.
- By whom?
Oh, nobody you know.
(SCOFFS)
I'm starving.
What's for dinner?
Oh, good question.
Let's see.
Looks like spaghetti
with butter and salt.
Maybe I can
scrounge up a tomato.
(DOOR KNOCKING)
- Hi.
- Oh. Hi.
- What's going on?
- Uh, you invited me?
- You came!
- Hey, buddy.
- Hi.
- Milo?
I texted him from your
phone.
His number's not in my
phone.
Ericka gave me that.
Of course, she did.
typos.
Sweetie, you have to ask
my permission.
Okay. (SIGHS)
Can James
come over for dinner?
(BOTH LAUGH)
Milo.
I'm sorry, I don't know
what he was thinking.
Oh, it's all right. It's
okay.
I understand.
I'll just head home.
Got a nice two-course
meal here.
But I want him to stay.
Please.
He's the best rocket ship
builder ever.
- How can I say no to that face?
- Yes!
Okay, hey,
speaking of rockets,
got a little something
for you here, buddy.
- Whoa!
- Yeah, I bought a refrigerator today.
And I thought maybe
you could build
a space station.
- Thank you!
- You're welcome.
- You need a hand, or are you good?
- I got it.
All right. Cool.
How did you fit that
in your car?
I just strapped it
to the roof.
That's what we rocket builders do,
you know.
- Ah.
- Yeah.
- Well, thank you.
- Yeah.
You made his day.
- Please.
- You sure?
- Yes.
- Okay.
So, are you ready for
of spaghetti
with butter and salt?
Sounds great. Can I help?
- Sure.
- Whoa!
(LAUGHS) Okay.
Who is this "Al Dente" guy?
Right. I forgot
who I was dealing with.
- (CHUCKLES)
- You sit. I'll boil.
Probably for the best, yes.
There you go.
I feel like I just ate
There's a chance you did.
- But butter is good. Oh, yeah.
- Oh, yeah! (LAUGHS)
- Yeah, right?
- Mmm-hmm.
Can I be excused?
I've got to make a control
panel for my space station.
Sweetie, it's almost
bedtime.
And even in space,
astronauts still brush their teeth.
(SIGHS) Come on, Mom.
Three, two, one...
- Blastoff!
- (BOTH MIMIC TAKEOFF)
Shuttle to Houston.
We're prepared for liftoff.
(CHUCKLES) Night, buddy.
And thanks for the invite.
But please, next time,
clear it with your mother first?
- All right!
- 'Cause that was kind of embarrassing.
(SIGHS) Wow.
(LAUGHING)
You know, I, uh, feel like
my being here
upset Ella a little bit,
Oh, she's just being 14.
She's been through a lot.
Well, this is her place,
and I'm imposing.
But I just like being here.
It feels very, um...
Real.
Well, it's as real as it
gets.
(BOTH LAUGH)
I haven't eaten out here
in ages.
It's very beautiful.
I should help him.
five-part extravaganza
that includes
and a twelve-point
monster check.
Enough said.
I will get out of your hair.
Oh, please, stay and finish
your dessert.
Oh, and hey, um...
Thank you for letting me
stay.
I had a great time.
Lucky guy.
Or maybe not.
I thought you left.
clean up a little bit.
- Oh. Thank you.
- You're welcome.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
James, I don't want you to get the
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