Quints Page #8

What's Goin' On?

Nothing.

I'm Late.

Ok, Ok, Before We Do

The Card Thing,

Did You Hear The One

About The Eskimo

Who Died Of Cold Cuts?

He Stabbed Himself

With An Icicle.

Ha Ha Ha.

Ha Ha.

I Appreciate

The Effort, Guys,

But Can We Just

Get This Over With?

Ok.

All:
We Want As!

Straight As, Brad?

You're Boring.

Uh, Look At You,

Jamie.

I See An "A."

It's Just

In Art Class.

Well, It's An "A"

And No Cs?

It's Your Best

Report Card Ever.

You Taking Smart Pills?

I Was Just

Having Fun, You Know?

Give Your Parents

Another Chance, Jamie.

I Think You All

Know By Now

Is That It's All

In How You See It,

Right?

I Mean,

What Would Have

Happened Here...

If Picasso

Had Been Told--

Excuse Me, Mr. Blackmer.

Start Drawing The Cubes.

Start From The Left.

Mr. Blackmer:
Huh?

Everything's Fine,

But There's Something

You Need To Know.

[Tires Screech]

Jamie:
Obviously,

Everything Wasn't Fine.

Is He Ok?

Is He Ok?

He's Fine.

He's Fine.

What Happened?

His Temperature

Just Shot Up.

He Was So Hot,

But He's Ok. He's--

It's Ok, Honey.

He's Gonna Be Fine.

He Just--

He Looks So Helpless.

He's A Baby.

He Is Helpless.

I'm Scared.

Honey, You Don't

Have To Be Scared Now.

No, Not Just For Him.

I'm Scared That Things

Are Ruined Between Us.

Well, That's

Not Possible.

We Are Always

Here For You.

Absolutely,

Jamie, Always.

You Know How

You Kept Telling Us

The Quints Were

5 Different People?

Well, I Heard You,

But...

I Didn't Understand.

They Seemed Like

A Unit, You Know?

I Could

Plan For One. I--

Honey, I Just

Couldn't Plan For 5.

And Then, Dashing

To The Hospital Today...

It Wasn't The Quints

Who Were Sick.

It Was Adam.

Sweet Little Adam.

Nancy:
Yeah,

Sweet Little Adam.

That's One Poor, Sick,

Little Baby Boy.

I'm My Own Person, Too,

You Know?

Of Course You Are,

Honey.

No, I Mean...

I'm Not Really Sure If

I Want The Same Things

That You Want For Me.

You Don't Want

To Go To College?

Maybe. Probably.

I Just--

I Want To Find

My Own Way.

I Don't Want To Follow

Your Plan, Dad.

I Want My Own.

I Only Wanted

What Was Best For Ya.

Me, Too.

That's Why

We Try So Hard.

I Know That.

It's Just,

I May Never Be

A Straight-A Student...

Certainly Not

A Science-Fair Whiz,

But, Um...

I Guess With Art...

I Finally

Found Something

That Makes Me Happy.

I'm Working

Really Hard At It.

Can't That Be Enough?

Oh, Honey,

It's More Than Enough.

Honey, We Only

Wanted These Things

That We Wanted For You

Because We Wanted You

To Be Happy.

That's--

Jamie, That's

The Only Point

Of The Plan.

Look At You.

You Figured It Out

On Your Own.

I Found Myself.

I Found Me.

Who Made You So Smart?

I Don't Know.

I Don't Know.

You Guys, I Guess.

[Laughs]

[Door Opens]

I Came As Soon As I Heard.

Everything's Fine.

Ohh, Great.

You Know I Knew

That It Would Be Adam

Who Got Into Trouble.

Little Boys Always

Make Me Nervous.

So, Tell Me, How Long's

He Gonna Be Out For?

[Keying Calculator]

A Week, Maybe 2.

Oh, No, No, No, No.

This Is Bad.

We Have Gigs.

Oh, Well,

I'll Tell His Doctors.

Can't We Postpone?

No. No. That Doesn't

Make Us Look Good.

The World Wants

Healthy Babies.

I Wonder...

How Old Is He?

The Same Age

As They All Are,

Albert.

All:
5 Months.

Oh, Yeah.

Ok,

Go With Me On This.

We Find Another

Matching Baby

Just For This Week.

Same Size...No One Will Know

The Difference, Right?

Oh, Albert, Maybe

I Can Substitute.

It's All About The Quints.

You Can't Be Part

Of The Picture.

No, Albert, You Can't Be

Part Of The Picture.

You're Fired.

What--

[Laughs]

You Must Be Kidding, Jim.

I Saved You.

Yeah, And You've Been

Well Paid For It.

Now Just...Go Away.

Nancy, Please,

Tell Him This Is A Mistake.

I Mean...

You've Overstayed

Your Welcome, Albert.

What--

Ok, Fine, Fine.

We Won't Replace Adam.

You'll Lose Business, But--

But At Least

We'll Have Our Family.

Good-Bye, Albert.

[Sighs]

Jamie:
Weird, Huh?

It Should Have Been

A Terrible Day,

But, Suddenly, I Felt Better

Than I Had In A Long Time.

Jamie:
I Never Mentioned

The Art Show Again.

I Decided That

Helping Out My Parents

Was More Important

Than Being With My Art.

Art Would Always Be Around,

But My Parents

Might Never Be

Parents Of The Year Again.

So I Agreed To Baby-Sit

The Quints With

Brad And Zoe

While The Folks

Went To Get Their Award.

Thank You.

Thank You Very Much.

Whoa!

Grovers Looking Sharp.

Thank You.

Thank You Very Much.

Ok, You Guys

Gonna Be All Right?

Yes,

Of Course.

I Love You.

Call Us If You

Need Anything.

I'm So

Excited.

Good-Bye.

Ok, Honey. Thanks.

Ok, Good-Bye.

Don't Let Him

Touch Your Stuff.

Ok, Bye.

Have Fun, Guys.

Nancy:
All Right,

Thank You.

[Door Closes]

[Hums]

[Car Starts]

Whoo-Hoo!

Whoo-Hoo, Yes!

Governor Healy,

The Grovers Are Here.

Oh, Ooh.

Ahh, The Grovers.

What A Pleasure.

This Is Such

A Big Night.

We've Got Press Here

From Every Paper

In The State.

It's Really

Remarkable.

Oh, Well, It's Really

An Honor For Us, Sir,

Really.

And Your

Adorable Quintuplets

Are Where, Exactly?

At Home,

All Snug And Warm.

[Laughs]

That's Very Funny.

You're Making Jokes

With The Governor.

[Laughs]

But Where Are They,

Really?

Jamie:
5 Minutes

After My Parents Left,

I Noticed That They Had

Forgotten A Small Detail,

Well, 5 Small Details.

They Were Gonna Look

Really Bad.

I Couldn't Let That Happen.

Yes, Well, You Know How

My Mom's Always Been

A Little Bit

Scatterbrained?

She Scattered

Way Too Much This Time.

She And Dad Were

Supposed To Bring

The Quints To The Dinner.

Ok, Ok,

Quint Rescue Duty

Better Finish Quickly.

I Cannot Miss

The Art Show, Jamie.

Ok, Checklist.

5 Babies?

5? There's

5 Of Them?

Kidding. Check.

Ah, Ha.

Very Funny.

Ok, Car Seats?

Check.

Great. Uh,

Cash And Directions?

Oh, Sorry.

That Was Mine.

Let's Hit The Road.

All Right, Let's Go.

But--But I Don't Understand.

I Was Told All 7 Of You

Would Be Here.

I Am So Sorry.

Uh...

Uh, It's Ok.

Not A Problem.

I'm The Governor.

I Can Handle This.

I'll Send The State Troopers

To Pick Up Those

Little Ones.

[Whistles]

Get Those Quints

Ready For Transit.

Crisis Averted.

[Engine Not Starting]

Hey,

We Almost Made It.

And That Means My Parents

Are Almost Off The Hook.

I Think You Need Oil.

Hypothetically,

I Think You're Right.

I Guess It's Over.

Maybe The Tow Truck

Can Take You Back

To The Art Show...

If It Ever Shows Up.

Jamie, Jamie...

Jamie, Jamie, Jamie.

Never Give Up,

Particularly If There's

Something You Believe In.

Come On,

Do You Believe

In Your Family?

In The Quints?

Yourself?

Yeah.

Well, Then Make

A Plan, Man.

Good Luck.

Bye.

Careful, Guys,

Good Luck. Bye.

I'll Be There For You

I'll Be There For You

Are You Sure

This Was A Good Idea?

It's Only 2 Stops

To The State House.

We Do This Every Year

On Our School Trips, Zoe.

Grow Up.

Whatever We Do,

Let's Do It Quick.

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