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I called you, but you didn't come.

Come on, come here.

Who is it?

It's Ashley.

Why'd you call her over, man?

Hey, boys.

Hey.

Oh, God,

she just always shows up everywhere.

She's like a bad dream.

You just can't wake up from it.

Jesus.

I deal with kids every day.

I know the difference

between a kid in trouble

and a kid testing the limits,

and she sounds really normal.

Don't feel guilty.

With kids, it's always guilt.

If I'm too lenient, I'm guilty.

If I yell, it's even worse.

And then it's like I'm a cop in my own home.

That must be awful.

I keep insulting your profession.

The thing is I'm the one

who is always saying

that a woman should have the same rights

and should be able to enjoy sex

the same way a man does.

I couldn't agree more.

You know what I mean.

I know what you mean.

But it's my little girl.

And now that she's starting

to live life as a liberated woman,

I just don't know if I feel the same.

And I don't even know

what to do about Paris.

I am so confused.

I don't even know what to believe.

It's a school trip.

You should let her go to Paris.

Are you saying this to reassure me,

or is that what you really think?

I think you think too much.

Hey, Lol, it's me.

I'll be there in 10 minutes. Okay.

- Where do you think you're going?

- To Chad's. Excuse me...

Are you that stupid

that you bring pot into my house?

- Oh, please.

- Oh, please?

Did you say, "Oh, please"?

How about, oh, please,

wave goodbye to all this

'cause next year, it's military school.

Oh, you think that's funny?

- Get your hands off my guitar!

- It's my guitar!

Dad, no! What are you doing?

Are you crazy?

No more phone! No more computer!

Hey, Kyle. It's Lola. Remember me?

Whatever. I've been waiting here for an hour.

I'm not an idiot.

Don't ever talk to me again, okay?

Thank you for listening to my meltdown.

It really helped.

It's all part of the job, ma'am.

- It was really nice.

- It was nice.

What are you doing here?

Allen, James...

Allen's the father of my children.

Lola,

she forgot her books in my...

I signed the little permission slip for Paris.

We needed to talk about that.

Should we talk about this now?

Allen.

That's a nice dress.

Night.

You Okay?

Yeah.

I guess I should let you feel guilty in peace.

- Sorry.

- It's okay.

Good night.

Good night.

Yummy.

- Oh, my gosh.

- Oh, God. You okay?

- Oh, hey.

- Oh, Mr. Ross.

I didn't see you there, I'm sorry.

How are you?

Good, good. Just grocery shopping.

Yeah, me too.

Wow, healthy.

Do you cook a lot?

Yeah, I love to cook.

I love to cook.

I cook all the time.

Emily, did you find the milk?

No, it's not that way.

- But this is my trig teacher, Mr. Ross.

- How are you doing?

- This is my mom.

- Hello.

And my brother.

Hey.

I'm sorry about the home tutoring thing.

I just was already booked up this semester.

Home tutoring for Emily?

Yeah.

No. No, no, sorry.

My fault. I must've gotten her mixed up

with some other student.

Well, teachers should keep their

minds sharpened, shouldn't they? Come on.

- Emily.

- Yeah, no...

Nice meeting you.

Since when do teachers look like that?

Yeah, right?

So, he does his own grocery shopping,

which means he's totally single.

So? You're not going to be

sleeping with your teacher, Em.

Yeah, says who?

Is something wrong with you?

You seem kind of...

I can't quit thinking about Kyle and Ashley.

Lola, it was me, okay?

It was you what?

It wasn't the Post-it and it wasn't Kyle.

It was me.

In the boys' bathroom.

You didn't see her purse. You saw mine.

- Wait, you and Kyle?

- No!

I want to tell you who, but I can't.

Believe me.

Okay, it was just a onetime thing.

I wanted to just get it over with.

So that I would be ready for Mr. Ross

when he was ready.

You know?

Oh, my God. Are you serious?

I wanted to tell you,

but then you did the whole, like,

"Who does it in the boys' bathroom?

"She's a ho!"

Me and Kyle broke up because of this.

Look, I'm really sorry.

I cannot believe you did that.

I can't talk to you right now. I'm sorry.

Okay.

Wow, you're back early for a change.

Wow, look at you doing homework

for a change.

Answer me.

So, about this trip to Paris?

Yes?

Are all your friends going?

Yes.

And if I were to let you go,

would you promise...

Oh, my God.

I promise, I will be so good, Mom.

Please, please, please, please, Mom.

Please, please.

Is that a yes?

Yes, yes! Thank you so much!

Mom, it's not the jungle. It's Paris.

This is what I gave you last time for cramps.

Should I write cramps on it?

Think you'll remember?

I have a brain.

Good for you, angel.

- I'm gonna go pack.

- Good for you.

I found it, sweetie.

Oh, nice. All right, conservative.

What is this? An eye patch?

No, it's Lola's.

She left it here when she spent the night.

I just have to give it back to her.

Oh, really? How many nights

did she spend here? Eighty?

Do you think I'm stupid?

- No, I don't think you're...

- You haven't even left yet,

and if I find any more of these,

you're not going anywhere!

These are for bad girls with bad grades

and no futures!

This is garbage! Garbage!

You promise you're going

to be careful, right?

Why do you keep asking me that?

I really don't feel comfortable with you

staying with a family that I don't know.

Mom, they're French.

They're probably stricter than you.

Okay.

So I have a little something for you,

just to add to your collection.

I love it. Thank you so much.

It's so cute. Thank you, Mom.

- You're welcome.

- I love you.

- Let me put it on.

- Yeah.

It's so cute.

You promise, right? To be careful?

- I promise. Stop asking.

- Okay.

- No, no.

- What?

- No. No.

- Mom!

Mom, I don't have any warm sweaters.

You have a ton.

They're all scratchy. This one is soft.

Yeah, well, six-ply cashmere, it better be.

- Mom, please. Please, Mommy.

- No. No.

Mommy, I'm going to be cold,

and when I wear it, I'll think of you

and how much you love me

and how much I love you

and how much I miss you, Mom. Please.

Please. It's my favorite...

You are such a pain in the ass.

Unbelievable.

- Do not stretch this out.

- I won't.

I'm gonna get some water.

Do you want some?

I'm good, thank you.

Are we cool, Lola?

Yeah, we're cool.

Look, I can just go talk

to him right now, okay?

It's fine.

All right. I'm gonna get some water.

Hey, what's the matter?

She's still mad at me. I'm getting water.

Hey.

Mrs. Chandler, where are we?

This is terrible.

Come on, we're here.

There are your families.

Come on. Get down quickly, girls!

Okay, where is the Eiffel Tower?

- Oh, my God.

- Is that sheep?

Mrs. Chandler, can I go home?

When you said we were going to Paris,

what did you mean?

We're only 20 minutes away. Okay?

This is a way to say hello.

It's a French hello.

What's up?

Dude, I've seen this in a horror film.

It does not end well.

- We got to get out of here.

- Don't discriminate, bro.

Discriminate? Are you kidding me?

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