Quints Page #5

I'm A Teacher.

I Don't Have To Be

Anything,

Including Fair.

Come On.

Come On. Over Here.

All Right.

Sit Down.

Ok.

Draw People.

People--

Me, Zoe, You.

Why?

Jamie,

You're An Observer.

You See Things

Your Own Way.

Well, I Want To See

What You See

When You, Uh,

Say When You Look At Me.

I Want To See

What You See When You

Look In The Mirror.

Or At Me.

I'd Be

A Great Model.

I Don't Think I Can Do It.

All Right.

Portraits In One Lesson.

Observe Details.

Capture Them.

See The Essence

Of The Subject.

Capture It.

View The Soul.

Capture It. Done.

Oh, And, Uh, Jamie?

I Know You Can Do It.

How? How Do You Know?

I'm A Teacher.

I Don't

Have To Tell You.

But Guess Who Really

Got Me Going?

Guess Who Made Art

So Much Fun For Me

That I Wanted

To Draw Nonstop?

Yup, Guess Who Really

Turned My Life Around?

Oh, Come On. Think.

Got It?

Whew. I Was Worried

About You There

For A Second.

Come On, Adam.

Smile For Me.

Be Like

Your Brother Eddie.

As If All That

Wasn't Enough,

Our Little Babies

Were Becoming Celebrities,

Thanks To Albert.

And This Is

Their Bedroom.

This Is Where

Our 5 Adorable Children

Eat, Play, And Sleep.

Now You Can Truly Say

You've Been Behind The Scenes

With The Grover Quints.

Uh, Can We Get

A Shot Of You

With The Quints,

Mrs. Grover?

Oh, I Am So Sorry.

I Forgot That Part.

That's Ok, Nancy.

We'll Recover.

Oh, Great. Our Audience

Loves Those Kids.

Aw.

Sure They Love Them.

They Are

Pretty Darn Cute,

You Have To Admit.

Hey, Just

Look At Them Here.

Yup, They Were

Getting Around.

Too Much?

Well, Let's Check In

With Mom And Albert,

Also Known As

Team Quints.

All Right.

We Strike Now

While The Iron Is Hot.

Overexposure

Is Not A Problem.

Ok, But I Don't Want

To Tire 'Em Out.

Oh, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.

Days They Can't Go,

They Can't Go,

But You're Losing Money.

I Mean, The Quints

Are Only A Marketing Tool

For A Year, If That.

A Year?

It Must Be Longer.

Well, Maybe.

I Mean, If We Can Keep

The Quints In The News,

Not Just Commercials.

You Know,

Refresh The Story--

Only Quints In The State,

Blah, Blah, Blah--

Then Maybe We Can Squeeze

Another Year Out Of Them.

Um, College Funds

Would Be Nice.

Oh, Yeah. Sure, Jimbo.

Anything You Say.

Remember, I Only Do Well

If You Do Well,

But I Am Telling You,

Everything Must Be

About The Quints,

Everything!

We Must Focus, Focus,

Focus, Focus, Focus.

Jamie:
Albert Thought It Was

Cute To Say Things 5 Times.

Anyway, The Point Is

They Did Focus...

Though The Photographers

Didn't Always.

Mom Put Out A Quints

Commemorative Milford Weekly.

I Hated The Way My Siblings

Were Always Referred To

As "The Quints",

But I Guess I Was Alone.

The Issue Sold Out 2 Printings

With No Pictures Of Me

And None Of My Lame Poetry.

Coincidence? I Think Not.

And They Treat 'Em

Like A Unit.

It's Quints This

And Quints That.

I Mean, They're

5 Different Kids.

And This Is All

Albert's Fault,

Right?

Well, Maybe, But My Mom's

Going Along With It,

No Problem,

And My Dad's

Never Around.

Look, Jamie, I Don't

Know Your Dad, But...

Well, I Don't Know

Your Mom, Either,

Now That I Think Of It,

So, Uh...

You Can Forget

Everything I'm Gonna Say

Before I Even Say It.

I Always Do.

[All Laugh]

Me, Too.

I Told Jamie

That Was

An Art Club Rule.

Oh, Thank You.

Look, Hypothetically,

I Think Your Parents

Are In A Situation

That Has Completely

Overwhelmed Them,

But, Jamie, Maybe...

Maybe You Have

Just Enough Distance

To See Things More Clearly.

Talk To Them.

Wait. No, Talking

Is Dangerous.

What If They Ask

How School Is Going?

Or What If I

Have To Tell Them

I'm Not Doing

The Science Fair?

Well, You Know,

You Can Direct

The Conversation, Jamie,

To Make Your Parents

See Your Point.

Use What I Teach You

In Here.

Cover Your Parents

In Bright Red Paint?

Cool!

No. I Was Thinking...

That You Could Use Your

Observational Skills To...

Point Things Out In A Way

That Others Are Forced To See.

But, You Know, If You Want

To Paint Your Parents,

Far Be It From Me

To Stop You.

[Door Closes]

So Here Was My Plan--

Mix 5 Parts Quints

With 2 Parts Parents

And One Part Jamie,

Stir Until Frothy.

Hey, Look At You.

What're You Doin',

Your Schoolwork There?

Very Impressive.

Look At Our Little

Dedicated Student.

That's Me.

A Busy Day Puts 'Em

To Sleep Every Time.

Hey, Don't Stay Up

Too Late.

Ok.

[Baby Crying]

Ok. Maybe They'll Stop.

She Won't Stop.

That's Becky.

How Do You Know?

Because

That's Becky's

"Hold Me" Cry.

See, If You

Don't Hold Her,

Then She Won't

Stop Crying

Until All The Other

Babies Are Up.

[Crying]

Well, Let Me

Just Handle It. Ok?

Ok. Ok?

All Right. Come On.

There You Go. Ok.

Ok.

What Am I Doin' Wrong?

That's Not Becky,

For Starters.

It's The Second Bassinet.

Dad, Look

At The Baby

In Your Arms.

You See The Dimples?

Yeah.

Ok, Then You've

Got Charlie,

The Twinkly-Eyed,

Curious, Dimpled

Little Boy.

Honey, They All

Have Daddy's Dimples,

And I'm Telling You

Right Now This Is

Definitely Becky. See?

Hello. Not Becky.

What Is

Charlie Doin'

In Becky's Bassinet?

I Put Him There.

Why?

Honestly?

I Wanted To See

If You Two

Could Put Them Back

Where They Belong.

Well,

That's A Terrible

Thing To Say, Jamie.

We Love The Quints.

I Know You Love Them,

Mom.

Just Take This

As A, Uh, A Challenge.

Ok, Fine.

Jim:
Don't Worry About It.

We'll Figure It Out.

Mommy And Daddy

Will Figure It Out. Ok.

All Right. Adam.

Oh. It's Not Adam.

This Is...

Wait.

What Do You See?

Um, A Big Smile.

And That Means?

Both:
Eddie.

Oh, Uh, Here.

Hey, Hey.

Here We Go.

Oh, Yeah.

Oh, There You Go.

This Is Debbie.

She Wrinkles Her Nose

All The Time, Dad.

Honey, They All Wrinkle

Their Nose All The Time.

Good Point.

Come On, Honey.

Come On. Come On.

Oh, I Know This One.

This Is Daddy's

Big Boy Adam.

Yes. The Biggest

And The Bounciest.

See, Jamie,

We Know Our Kids.

Well, Good,

Because Sometimes

I Wonder If You Know

That You Have

5 Babies,

Not Just One Set

Of Quints.

Well, No Matter

What We've Got,

They Need Their Sleep.

2 Baby Food Companies

Are Going To Interview

Them Tomorrow,

And I Know They're

Looking Forward To That.

Here You Go.

Good Night.

Good Night.

Jamie:
The Truth Is

I Wasn't So Worried

About My Siblings Being

Treated As Individuals.

I Thought I Was,

But The Real Truth

Is That I Could Tell

My Parents

Were Trying To Force

Their Hopes And Dreams

On The Quints,

Just Like They Had

Done To Me All My Life.

You Know, Maybe You Already

Saw This Coming,

But This Was More About Me

Than The Quints.

[Knock On Door]

[Door Opens]

Come In.

Ok?

Sure.

[Sighs]

Jamie, I--

I Feel Terrible.

I Do. I Couldn't Tell

My Own Babies Apart.

It's Not That

I Don't Love 'Em.

You Know I Love 'Em,

Right?

I Know That.

You've Been Working.

Which I Know,

In Your Words,

Is A Lame Excuse.

You Know, I Remember

The Day You Were Born.

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