Quints Page #9

My Arms

Are Falling Off.

Not Home? Not Home?

But Me And Those Quints

Were Gonna Be On

The Front Page Together.

Now, This Is The Same

Thing That Happened

When I Agreed To

That Photo-Op With

The Backstreet Guys.

It's Ok.

I Can Handle This.

Oh, Good News, I Hope.

I Spoke To Our Neighbor,

Who Talked To Her Cousin,

Who Talked To

A Coworker, Who Said

They're On Their Way.

On Their Way?

On Their Way?

They Should Have

Been Here Hours Ago

With You!

I'm So Sorry.

I Just Get

So Excited...

Meeting The Quints.

That's No Way

To Speak To My Parents

Of The Year, Is It?

Governor:

Oh, It's No Use.

This Has Fiasco

Written All Over It.

I Hear It. Come On,

Come On, Come On.

I'll Be There For You

When You Want Someone

Who Cares

When You're Down

And Feeling Blue

I'll Be There

Wow, That Was Close.

This Is Turning Into

Some Adventure.

I'll Say.

How Could We Not Have Known

To Bring The Quints?

I'm Gonna Tell You.

Planning Is

Just Too Hard

With This Many Kids.

I Give Up.

Announcer:

Ladies And Gentlemen,

Governor Thomas Healy.

There's

No More Big Plan.

I Quit. No More.

Mr. Governor,

Sir!

We Just Want

To Apologize.

Months Of Planning,

No Babies.

The Perfect Moment

Gone.

I Just Wanted A Few

Pictures Taken.

We Are So Sorry,

Mr. Governor...Sir.

Man:
Out Of The Way.

Out Of The Way!

Out Of The Way!

Aw, Hands Off!

Stand Back!

Little Guy,

The Grovers Are Here!

Adam...

And A Big Biker Guy.

Heh.

Hi, Guys.

Hey, Honey.

Here's Your Quints.

They're Pretty

Adorable, You Know.

Yeah, We Know.

Nice To Meet You,

Little Man.

I Told You This Would

Work Out Fine.

You Panic Far Too Easily.

Hey, Hey...

Hey, Where Have

You Been?

Hey, Uh--

Wait, Um...

You. Here You Go.

That's All Right.

He's A Good Guy.

He's A Good Guy.

He's Dressed

Like A Monkey.

Here We Go.

Come On. Come On.

Take Him.

Aw, Thank You. Ok.

Here You Go.

[Shutter Clicks]

Thanks, Guys.

Couldn't Have

Done It Without You.

Not A Problem.

Uh, Honey, You Gonna

Join Us For Dinner?

No, Thanks.

I'm Not Really Dressed.

I'll Have My Driver

Take You Back Home,

If You Like.

He Can Take You

Anywhere, Actually.

Anywhere?

Sure, Anywhere.

Come On, Guys.

Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad.

Have Fun. Bye.

Yeah, Ho, Hey,

Young Lady,

Where You Goin'?

Hello? Ohh.

I Just Don't

Understand That Kid.

Teenagers Are Just

Plain Weird.

That Was Off The Record,

Of Course.

Jamie:

With The Crisis Solved,

I Let The Governor's Driver

Take Us Out For Ice Cream.

I Mean, Where Else

Would I Go?

Nowhere, Right?

Ok...You Caught Me.

The Truth Is,

I Had The Driver

Race Us To The Art Show.

I Got There Just In Time.

How In The World...

Bus, Subway, Bikers,

And A Limo. You?

Tow Truck

And Walking Shoes.

Actually, The Artist

Is Here Now.

This Is

Jamie Grover.

These Are Sketches

Of Her Brothers

And Sisters.

And Then It Was Time

For The Big Moment.

And Now, It's Time

For The Big Moment.

He Needs A New Writer,

Don't You Think?

Ahem. Each Year,

One Student

Is Recognized For His

Or Her Body Of Work

Entered In The School

Art Show.

This Is A Student

That The Judges Feel

Has A Special Gift.

As Always, This Is A Very

Difficult Decision To Make,

As Many Of You Out There

Have Extraordinary Talent.

But Still,

We Do Make A Decision.

And This Year,

The Blue Ribbon Goes To...

Jamie Grover!

Guess What.

I'm Not Fooling You.

This Is What

Really Happened!

It Was Pretty Awesome.

Congratulations,

Jamie!

I Knew

You Could Do It.

I'm Very Proud

Of You.

Congratulations,

Jamie.

[Music Plays]

Money, Money Fallin'

All Around Me

It's Everywhere

I Can See

Ooh, Yeah

I Finally Got

The Money

Jamie:
Whoa, Whoa, Wait.

That Part Didn't Happen.

But Guess What Did.

[Audience Applauding]

Hey, Hey!

That's My Girl!

Oh, Honey!

What Are You Guys

Doing Here?

Well, About A Moment

After You Left,

We Suddenly Realized

Exactly Where

You Were Going.

You Remembered?

Yes, We Remembered,

And We Felt Like

Terrible People

That We Forgot

Even For That

One Little Moment.

So I Said To The Governor,

If We're Parents Of The Year,

There's Only One Place

We Can Be.

Our Children Come First.

And I Said, "Well, I May

Not Know Much About Art,

But I Know What I Like.

Let's Go!"

So Here We Are.

Wait, What About

The Dinner

And The Award?

This Is Better.

Both:
Much Better.

You Want To Hear

Something Funny?

I Ended Up Getting

A Few Good Grades,

And Mr. Blackmer Wrote Me

A Great Recommendation Letter,

And Poof--I Was Eligible

For George Washington

Science Magnet School.

But I Said No, Thanks.

Mom And Dad Said

It Didn't Matter Anymore.

After All, Life Is

Always What You Make It.

So...I Moved On

To The Ninth Grade.

My Grades Stayed

About The Same,

But My Art Got Better

And Better,

Thanks To My Hard Work

And Mr. Blackmer's Teaching.

Best Of All, I Was Happy.

Well, As Happy

As 14-Year-Old Girls Ever Get,

[Low Voice]

But That's A Different Story.

Dad Got A Promotion,

But He's Still Trying

To Make Himself Better,

Still Hitting Those Books.

Mom Continued To Manage

The Quints' Career,

But She Scaled Their Work

Way Back.

It's Going Well Enough

That We Can All Eat

But Not So Good

That Dad's Quitting His Job.

Oh! And There Was

One Other Bit

Of News.

[Telephone Rings]

[Ring]

The Doctors Say

It's Septuplets!

That's 7!

Oh, Come On Now, People.

Haven't I Taught You

Anything?

[Giggles]

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