Jack And Jill vs. The World Page #5

# I'm still in love with you #

# I'm still in love with you #

Hello.

Jill? What the hell!

Where are you?

Hey, babe!

Hey, hold on.

There's someone here

that doesn't believe you exist.

Say hello to Holly Goodman.

Hello.

Hi.

Hi.

Who's this?

That was Holly Goodman.

Remember that name, Jack.

This kid's going places.

Holly Goodman.

Who is she?

She's a friend.

Jill, where are you?

It sounds like you're in

an airport.

Hey, Jack, um...

we need stickers.

Stickers?

Yeah.

Remember the manifesto?

Oh, right. Yeah.

The manifesto.

How could I forget?

Yeah. So, um,

we want them to say

"Stupid" on them.

Stickers that say "Stupid."

And we want...

a thousand of them?

- 5,000.

- No, we want 5,000 stickers.

You want 5,000

"Stupid" stickers?

Yeah.

What...

Jack...

I'm sorry.

I had to go away again.

Is everything all right?

- I'm worried about you.

- Yeah. yeah.

Everything is...

everything is fine.

Don't be worried, okay?

I'm gonna come home soon.

Okay.

Remember the stickers?

Love you.

He doesn't know you're sick.

- Love you?

- Yeah.

Not "I love you." Not "Love ya."

Just..."love you."

Yeah. Hard to say.

- I don't know.

- But you and Sally...

Right from the start.

Love at first sight.

Boingo boingo.

Yeah.

I don't think boingo boingo

is quite my speed.

Yeah. Hello?

I'd like to order some stickers.

Where were you?

Is there someone else?

I need to know what's going on.

Okay.

You were at the airport.

Where did you go?

Tell me, Jill.

I'm sick.

What do you mean,

you're sick?

I have cystic fibrosis.

What? What?

What... What... What is that?

Well, it's...

I have trouble breathing,

and that's why

I'm constantly coughing and...

That's why I eat like a freakin' pig

and I don't gain weight.

See? It's not all that bad.

How long have you had this?

I was born with it.

Is it...

Is it fatal?

Eventually.

What is eventually?

Like ten years or more or less.

I mean, they're finding out

new things about it all the time.

Come here.

What is this?

What does this say?

What the hell does that say?

"Be honest."

It's rule 1!

Damn it!

# This scar is a fleck

on my porcelain skin #

# Tried to reach deep,

but you couldn't get in #

# Now you're outside me,

you see all the beauty #

# Repent all your sin #

Your main man...

# I chose to feel it,

and you couldn't choose #

# I'll write you a postcard,

I'll send you the news #

# From a house down the road

from real love #

# Live through this #

# And you won't look back #

# Live through this #

# And you won't look back #

# Live through this #

# And you won't look back #

Here.

You might want to file these.

# There's one thing I want

to say, so I'll be brave #

# You were what I wanted,

I gave what I gave #

# I'm not sorry I met you,

I'm not sorry it's over #

# I'm not sorry there's nothing to save #

# I'm not sorry there's nothing to save #

Hey!

Hi!

I got more crap.

Let's see, I got Doritos.

I got Ben and Jerry's.

Hey, look. They got a new flavor:

Couch Potato.

You didn't think that was funny?

Couch potato?

Take it back to the joke factory?

Okay.

What are you gonna do, babe?

I'm gonna go home.

Home, huh?

What about your career?

What career?

I'm a Klubendorff' girl.

Come on.

You're doing your thing.

And you've got friends.

I mean, I'm not gonna

tickle your toes or anything,

but I'm here for you.

I just need to take

a step back and... reevaluate.

Reevaluate, huh?

Okay.

Here.

Reevaluate this.

What are you doing?

- Come on.

- Oh, my God, Lucy! What are you doing?

You gotta let it out!

I can't believe you right now!

I don't want to be sick anymore.

Come on.

I don't want to be sick anymore.

So that's where she's been hiding.

Can you die from it?

Apparently.

Yeah, 30's, like, old.

It's a raw deal, my friend. I'm sorry.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know, man.

What are you gonna do?

What?

I'm not gonna do anything.

She lied to me, George,

and that was rule number 1: No lies.

So she lied.

Do I look like Florence Nightingale?

You're an a**hole.

You're dumping her 'cause she's sick?

She'll get over it.

It's not her I'm worried about.

The girl made you happy.

Oh! What the...

Oh, come on!

So I went to my truck

this morning,

and someone had stuck a sticker

right over the gas tank.

- That's terrible.

- Yeah.

Guess what it said.

"One nuclear bomb

ruins your whole day"?

It said "Stupid."

Just..."Stupid."

Somebody... thinks

your truck is stupid, obviously.

I'm gonna bring in the client

and make a recommendation.

G-R-E-A-T.

- Excuse me?

- Great.

Like... whoopee.

If you don't like your job, quit.

If you don't like my work, fire me.

You know, it's always

more pleasant for everyone

if you make the appearance

of liking your job.

I just conceptualized

a commercial for pre-laid carpet.

So just how excited

would you like me to be?

Okay, so you guys

are at an amusement park,

and you're all having a great time,

roller coasters, cotton candy,

the whole shibui.

Except one of you has your period.

Now, which one of you

wants to have your period?

- Oh, I will.

- I will.

Okay, you. Fantastic.

So you have your period,

and you guys are,

like, her best friends,

and you know about this new tampon

that's completely discreet

and totally comfortable,

and you, like, school her

on how cool this new tampon is.

So I want you to improvise

a little scene,

and don't stop until I say.

Okay? All right. Go ahead.

Oh, my gosh, I'm so excited.

It's the Humper Bumper.

Oh! I want to go, but l...

What? What, what, what?

- My period.

- No way!

I feel really bloated.

What are you using?

- Pads, but...

- You're not!

I'm... I'm... I'm sorry.

I'm gonna have to stop you there.

Uh, hello.

Is there a problem?

Is it just me,

or is this really, really stupid?

Good luck.

Wow.

Meow.

Anyway, uh, sorry to interrupt you.

So, uh, new tampon and...

Ferris wheel, roller coasters... go.

It's over?

Sorry to hear that, son.

Don't... Don't do that.

What?

Don't "son" me.

What should I call you, then?

I don't know.

How about my name?

Jackson Randall Forthright.

Randall was your mother's idea.

I never cared for the name, but...

I wanted to make

your mother happy.

That's all I ever wanted was to...

make my family happy.

She left a void in both our hearts, son.

As your father,

I should have done more to fill you up.

I regret that now.

Sometimes life just

tosses you a knuckleball,

and you think you got your eye on it,

but it floats on by.

You just used a...

a sports metaphor.

I could punch you

in the arm if you like.

Let's not overdo it.

I think your mother felt

that running away was her best option.

Can I help you?

Is this the cystic fibrosis place?

Yes.

I'm looking for Jill.

Do you know her?

- Yep.

- Is she here?

Uh, no, she's not.

I'm Jack.

I'm a friend of Jill's.

Mm-hmm.

Does she ever mention me?

Can't say that she has, no.

She coming back... sometime?

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