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.

I forgot how pretty it is.

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...

I'm sorry to bring up

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,

I'm certainly not gonna treat

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,

but I'm really gonna have to

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.

That would explain the

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

a fabulous gourmet dinner

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

a whole stick of butter.

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,

I'm sorry about that.

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.

His bedtime ritual is this

five-part extravaganza

that includes

an original bedtime story

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.

I just thought I could help

clean up a little bit.

- Oh. Thank you.

- You're welcome.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

James, I don't want you to get the

wrong idea about what dinner meant.

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