Hickey Page #5

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you're sticking around.

You wouldn't dare.

You know me.

Of course, I would.

What the hell is wrong with you?

You son of a b*tch.

- Whoa.

- What?

Nothing, it's nice.

- Girthier than I imagined.

- You imagined it?

- The way a friend does.

- That's not a thing.

Well, aren't you going

to compliment mine?

Uh... it looks sensitive.

Oh, Ryan!

Ryan, how's it going?

What are you doing?

Oh, it's just, uh,

checking out...

No, no, not with the car.

- With your life?

- Excuse me?

Everyday, everyday

all summer long

you've been here.

You clearly love this car, and

yet you never even turn it on.

- You don't understand yet.

- Okay, than tell me!

Help me understand!

I mean teach me

something, damn it,

because this doesn't

make any sense.

I miss her.

Janie.

You know, i...

When she was dying,

I'd come here in the morning

and spend all day

just kicking the tires.

I'd go home at night, tell

her everything I'd learned,

she'd just...

She'd just laugh at me,

tell me how silly I was.

I was... I was silly.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Funny thing is,

after she was gone,

I just kept coming

back here, you know?

It reminds me of her.

It reminds me of her.

I miss her, too.

Thanks.

- I'll take it.

- What?

I want it! I do!

I really want it.

Thank you! Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, my god!

Oh, you have no idea

how much I needed this.

The sale or the hug?

Both.

Wait for it, wait for it.

- There it is.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Come on, come on!

Oh, my god.

He did it.

Hmm. Must be a glitch.

Run it again.

That's odd.

I'm sorry, do you

have another card?

No, no, that's...

That's my credit union.

I was just there yesterday.

I... I don't understand.

Maybe it's more

than my daily limit, i...

Ryan, I am so sorry.

Hey, no worries.

Why don't you come down to our

San Diego shop next week.

Bring a check, and I'll let you

have it for the same price

with free delivery.

Just ask for Carly.

- You took a job?

- No.

- With him?

- I don't know. Maybe.

Where's Gary?

Does he know about this?

Sorry, the only person

with the authority

to save this place now is CY.

It's out of my hands.

But come on, Hickster,

you're a smart kid,

what the hell are you

doing here anyways?

Oh, sh*t.

I knew it.

You're into her.

I should have bet somebody.

You know what,

you're right, hawk.

There's nothing here

for me anymore, okay?

I quit.

Brady Krane, regional manager.

Thanks.

Is that Navajo?

- Ryan, wait.

- Leave me alone.

What did I do?

You set me up. Okay, you

built up my confidence.

Oh, how terrible of me.

I didn't do anything.

You're the one who made a complete

ass of yourself in there.

Fine, but between

your pyramid schemes

and your stupid jobs, what have

you ever made for yourself.

Well, screw you, Ryan,

I just showed you my dong.

You know, for a genius,

you can be a real idiot.

What is that supposed to mean?

Well, do you think

it's a coincidence

that your parents waited until

senior year to get divorced?

They stuck it out for you.

- You shut up. -You

know what, I'm sorry.

I thought this was about

Carly, but it's not.

You and your mom have become

totally codependent.

I f***ing hate you.

You're an a**hole.

Oh, my god, what happened?

Oh, look, Dr. Dolittle

suddenly cares about people.

Sh*t.

You have got to be shitting me.

It slipped.

No, sh*t. That's coming

out of your paycheck.

I can't afford that.

Hmm. Neither can I.

Please clock out and leave, Henry.

You're fired.

What about my severance?

What about it?

Really?

Really?

Unbelievable.

God damn it, Henry.

Henry, what the hell

are you doing?

Did you not even see me there?

What I finished boxing,

nobody told me I was done.

I left on my own terms.

Did Brady fire you

because of what you told me?

Because he can't do that.

It was nice knowing you, Ryan.

You take care.

I can't believe

you didn't say anything.

It's not like

I'm happy about it.

Yeah, well...

Well, if I didn't know better,

I'd think you were into him.

Please, it was one kiss.

You kissed him?

It was a year ago, maybe more.

Okay, he just like

offered me the job,

and we'd had a few

too many drinks, and...

What am I telling you for?

I don't know, beats me.

Just hurry up.

Okay, not that it's

any of your business,

- but at least now I can finish my studio.

- Right, right.

Like nobody's ever made music

without a studio.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's textbook fear of failure.

Really?

Wow, is that what they

taught you at m.I.T.?

Oh, wait, you were

too scared to go.

- God, you don't get it!

- Textbook fear of failure.

Do you? God, Carly, the

whole reason why I'm here

is because I'm in love with you.

Well, you should have

picked a better reason,

because that's a terrible one.

Damn it, Ryan.

It's the bottom of the eighth

and there's two outs.

That's a high pop

to shallow center.

That should end the game.

Wait! Wait!

What's Brady Krane doing?

I'm sorry about all this, guys.

I really am.

If you ever need a referral

or recommendation,

just let me know, okay?

That's it?

Dude, you need

a better speech writer.

What more do you want?

Mean it.

Come again.

You could at least throw us

a party or something.

A party? What do you think

this is, a quinceaera?

I'm not Mexican.

Yeah, right.

So, where, exactly,

would we have said party?

Here.

With a keg.

And music.

Fine. In the installation

bay, and only a few people.

- You hear me?

- Okay, absolutely.

Thank you, sir.

Mom? Oh, my god! Gary!

Gary, Gary, what the hell?

Relax, honey, it's just art.

Is this what you have

been doing all day?

It's not what it looks like.

It is exactly

what it looks like.

I'm going to go back to work.

Why? To fix more junk?

Don't bother. Brady already

took care of that.

Ryan, that's enough!

- Why now?

- What?

Gary, it's nothing...

I'm not talking about Gary, mom.

You and dad were

miserable for years,

why wait until now

to get a divorce?

Did you really think

that I would feel so guilty

about leaving you alone,

that I just wouldn't go?

Well, guess what, mom...

Good work.

I'm still here.

I am so sorry.

Ryan, you're my only son

and I love you

more than anything

in the whole world,

but I would never hold you back.

Never.

Rivers belong

where they can ramble.

Eagles belong

where they can fly.

That's from "pippin," mom.

Doesn't mean it's not true.

Damn you and your stupid

show tune wisdom.

- Steven!

- Carly!

- What's going on?

- How you doing?

What's you got for me?

Sorry, dog, it's not ready.

Check back in a few months.

Actually, I think

it's pretty good.

Right on.

I hope you have

a back up for that.

Yo, make some noise

for my girl, Carly!

Yo, man, I totally get why

you wanna stay here, man.

M.I.T.'s totally played out.

M.I.T. Is one of the finest

private research universities

in the world.

Their polytechnic model

has set a global standard

in applied sciences

and engineering.

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