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this paper you're writing?

My thesis?

I don't think you'd be

very interested in that.

Try me.

Okay...

You know much

about psychology?

I've got two slightly

overbearing parents,

does that count?

I'm presenting a paper

on psychobiology,

specifically as it relates

to human emotion.

So, kind of like

how the taste

of pizza makes me happy?

Not exactly.

My theory is that

any strong emotion,

like love or heartbreak,

is nothing more than a series

of chemical reactions

in the brain.

You sound just

like my father.

He reduces everything

to numbers.

Well, he's not wrong.

When we talk about

connecting with someone,

all we really mean

is that

their neural biochemistry

in some way influences

our neural biochemistry,

resulting in a reaction

that people call love.

Have you ever been in love,

Mr. Hodkins?

As a matter of fact,

I have a girlfriend.

Her name is Susan.

Well, are you

in love with Susan?

We're in a relationship.

Well, it just sounds more like

a science experiment to me.

Are you sure that she's happy?

It's cold out here.

Do you want a blanket?

Sure, thanks.

S'mores?

You wanna try one?

I told you,

I don't do sugar.

I promise I won't

tell anybody.

All right.

You know...

It's actually pretty good.

Didn't you ever

have a campfire

as a kid?

I'm fairly certain

it was against the law

in my apartment building.

Every summer,

my parents and I would

go camping for a week,

it was the most fun

that we'd have all year.

Actually, it was kind of

the only fun that

we would have all year.

It was that bad?

Almost.

They're both accountants,

so they do everything

by the book.

And that's why you don't?

Don't get me wrong,

I love my parents.

But...?

But... I don't want

to turn into them.

Some people say

that we all turn into

our parents eventually.

Thanks.

I feel so much

better now...

I said

"some people,"

some people...

You know, I think

it's more like being

on the water.

Your parents,

they give you a boat.

It might be a raft,

it might be a yacht,

but it's up to you to decide

where you're going to steer it.

What if we don't know

where we want to go?

I think, deep down,

most people know

where they want to go.

They're just afraid to admit it.

I'm sorry for

that crack that I made

about you and your girlfriend.

It wasn't fair.

I apologize.

Apology accepted.

The truth is,

you might not be too wrong.

How your parents

did everything by-the-book,

mine, they...

They didn't even read it.

I guess I was drawn

to psychology

as a way of finding

answers to the questions

I always wanted to ask them.

Who knew a baby shower

would take so much organizing?

How am I going to fit

all these people

into our little house?

I'm just so happy

for you both.

I mean, wild Rose.

Who would have thought?

I know, right?

It had been on both

of our minds for a while,

and then Kenny got a new job,

and we bought

the place,

so... the timing

just made sense.

This is not the Rose

that I remember from college.

We never used to plan

anything.

Yeah.

I just got tired

of never knowing what's next.

What about our theme song?

"Que sera sera"?

I guess I just finally

figured out what I want.

I wish I could do that.

I just...

I don't know, I don't see myself

settling down any time soon.

Trust me,

when you meet the right guy,

it's not going to feel like

you're settling down at all.

It's gonna feel like

you're starting

the biggest adventure

of your life.

Balloons!

I forgot the balloons!

Seriously?

Hi, Susan!

Spencer, where were you?

Just getting some fresh air.

Be careful.

There's a lot of pollen

this time of year.

Of course.

Is the old man gone yet?

The old man and his dog?

Yeah, right.

Gone.

Place is empty.

Just me.

Well, that's good.

You don't need

any distractions.

Absolutely.

How's it going?

Your paper.

How's it going?

Yeah, great, fine, good.

It's... it's coming along.

I can't wait to read it.

Susan?

Yeah?

Are you happy?

What do you mean?

Are you happy, with us?

With me?

Don't be ridiculous, Spencer.

I've got to go.

I've got that fundraiser.

I'll call you later?

Okay.

Love...

You.

Stop looking at me like that.

There's no reason

for Susan to find out,

and it's not like

we're doing anything wrong.

Come on.

Can I help you?

Ellen.

Laura, hello!

Do you work here?

More or less.

I own the place.

This too?

And a couple of other spots

in South Haven.

My husband was

a very smart investor.

But he loved this gallery,

so I keep it up

as best I can.

Now, I am so sorry

about the rental situation.

Have you decided

what you're going to do?

There's nothing else

available in town,

so we're staying put.

Well, that is wonderful,

and if it helps any,

I'm going to return

half the rental fee

to both of you.

Thank you.

It's the least I can do.

You're a photographer.

No, not at all,

I just take pictures.

You choose your frame,

you choose your lens,

you're a photographer.

May I?

No, I don't...

I don't show anyone.

It's just for me.

None of that,

not in here.

This is a sacred place.

All art is safe

within these walls.

Okay.

Thank you.

A little Adams.

Maybe some

Imogen Cunningham.

You don't,

photograph people?

No, I would be way

too embarrassed to even try.

That's too personal.

Nonsense.

The human face is

the greatest subject of all.

You have an eye.

I do?

My husband and I

made it our mission

to encourage young artists.

I'm...

I'm trying to carry it on,

but it's not so easy these days.

Hey...

Maybe you'd like

to help me?

Excuse me?

Here at the gallery.

There is so much

you could do.

Catalog,

arrange things,

and in return,

I would teach you

everything I've learned.

We could even study the great

photographers together.

Arbus.

Cartier-Bresson.

Maybe throw in a little warhol

for some fun.

Thank you.

I just, I'm only

here for two weeks.

Absolutely perfect.

The South Haven Art Fair

is two weeks away.

I have a big show

that weekend,

and I could use some help.

Can I think about it?

Of course.

You have a talent, Laura.

It would be a shame

to see it go to waste.

No! Frank!

I think Frank might be

getting used to her.

Good.

Because I've come up

with a solution

to our living situation.

You have?

Right over here.

"Treaty for living

under the same roof."

I thought, since

we had to compromise,

we might as well

set some ground rules.

"Music shall only be played

in the common areas

"between the hours

of 7:
00 A.M. and 9:00 P.M.

And at a sound level

of 60 decibels or less."

I measured the volume

on your speakers.

It was 88.

"Pet access to the common areas

will be on a strict rotation,

"with feline activity

limited to even hours

and canine activity

during odd hours."

I thought that was perfectly

reasonable, don't you?

"Residents may occupy bathroom

"a maximum

of three times per day,

"with a limit of 20 minutes

per usage."

One more thing.

"Two towels maximum."

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