Ramona And Beezus Page #6

as it used to be, you know?.

Yeah. Yeah, I guess. A Iittle.

- It's not that I don't want to talk to you-

- No, no. I get you.

- It's just very different.

- Different.

Exactly.

Oh, gosh.

Um.... Yeah.

Thank you.

You should probably button that.

Yeah. It's good to know

some things never change.

Since my Iast report had some holes in it-

Mrs. Meacham gave me a do-over.

So, may I present to you...

the Iongest picture in the world.

Excuse me, but what about the paintings

in those big churches in Europe?

I mean, aren't they Ionger?.

Yeah, but that's Europe.

I mean, I 'm talkin'

about the whole world.

Susan, you may save

your comments for Iater.

Ramona, go ahead.

My dad made this with me.

He could have been an artist

when he was younger...

but he decided to be my dad.

And he's teaching me how to draw, too,

which means he's patient.

P-A-T-I-E-N-T?

But you really need to see it close up,

so come and enjoy the view.

Who can see themselves in here?.

Uh, "Looking for a princess in Portland"?.

Branding. They' eat it up.

Yeah?.

Well, wait till they see this.

Every princess needs a Iittle sparkle.

Just mix this up.

We have three little girls.

We have to be realistic.

- I can 't wait another 10 years of my life.

- It's not settling!

But what about the kids?

They've got school, we got the mortgage.

Unbelievable.

Wait!

Okay there, Sticky Picky.

I know you're old and creaky, too,

but this is my bed tonight. Come on.

Okay? Come on. Come on.

Good man.

- Dad, it's Picky Picky.

- Hey.

Dad, are you and Mom getting a divorce?

No.

This is Iike a time-out for the night.

Come on.

We' both be happily married in the morning.

- Mwah! Go to bed.

- Okay.

Dad, don't worry.

Things are gonna change for us.

I have a plan.

Now I am worried.

Look, Mom! It's the ice cream man!

Hey. You sure this is what you want?.

- Thanks for the ride, Mr. Kemp.

- No problem.

You know, you are allowed

to call me Hobart if you want.

No, thank you, Mr. Kemp.

This is strictly a business relationship.

- Okay.

- Wow! Good for you.

- right.

- At Ieast one of us is showing a Iittle restraint.

- Break a leg, superstar.

- Okay.

Next is Ruby Hirsch.

Hey, Susan.

Wow. You Iook great.

Hello, Ramona.

Susan! How could you be a princess

without your tiara?

- Hi, Mrs. Kushner.

- Hello, Ramona.

Okay. Let's go. That Iooks beautiful.

Excuse me! Aunt Bea, I need a tiara!

It takes a real man to be able

to drive around in this.

Oh, by the way, I talked to my publisher.

He found me an apartment in Anchorage.

Very spacious. Got great views.

Room for two.

Well.

Maybe you can find

a nice polar bear to cuddle up with.

Eh, aska could be fun, Bea.

I mean, it is still the Iast great frontier.

You know that, right?.

us, it's only a two-year commitment.

Commitment was never your thing.

Okay. Now, that's just not fair.

Bea, you've gotta give me a chance here.

Come on.

I've been traveling the world for over 1 0

years trying to get you out of my head.

- And you know what?

- What?

It ain't workin'.

I didn't come here for this stupid Jeep.

I came here for you.

Come with me.

Next is...

Ramona Quimby.

My goodness.

That's quite the tiara you have there.

I designed it in the parking Iot.

So tell me, why are you here today?.

'Cause my dad says that commercials

are the racket to be in.

Hmm. Twirl.

Twirl.

Okay. Thank you, Ramona.

Don't move.

A tiara made of burrs?.

It would have worked, Dad,

until I fell into their stupid sandwich.

Sandwich?

- I won't even ask.

- Ow! You're doing it too fast!

'Cause I'm Iate, Ramona. Very Iate.

Sorry.

How's it Iook?. Kinda trendy?.

Oh. Yes, well, that's one way of putting it.

Listen up, ladies.

I got a two-hour drive

to get to this interview...

so I need you to be responsible

till your mom gets home.

You have her number at the office

if there's a problem...

but remember, she 's under a lot of stress,

so no fighting, okay?

Beezus, you're in charge. Baby monitor.

How come she 's always in charge?

Um, have you seen your hair Iately?.

- Imagine what you'd do to our house.

- Hey!

Just try to be good, especially you!

Bye!

"Especially you!"

Ramona, I don't think making dinner

is gonna distract Mom from your hair.

It's worth a shot.

Quimby residence. Oh, hi, Henry!

I'm not sure if Beezus is available.

- Give it to me! Stop! Give it to me!

- She could be in the bathroom!

- Go away, you jerk!

- Wait, what did you say?

No, not you, Henry!

You put him on speaker, doofus!

- I'm Beezus! I Iove Henry!

- Shut up!

Should I call back Iater?

- No, I want you!

- Uh-huh.

I mean, I wanna talk to you right now,

so now is a good time!

- Okay.

- Get off!

My hot dog soufflé!

Stop!

Ramona!

Ramona, move!

Stop! Drop it! Drop it!

I said, drop it!

You will never change, will you?

God, for a moment there,

I actually thought that you were maturing,

but you will always be a Iittle pest!

- I'll go get her.

- No, just stop!

Stop touching everything!

Everything that you touch you mess up...

including my Iove Iife.

You have a Iove Iife?

Just feed the cat and Ieave me alone!

Uh, hello?

Okay. I'm gonna hang up now.

Picky Picky?

It's dinnertime.

Come on.

Let's talk.

Wake up.

Wake up, Iazy bum.

Beezus!

Beezus?

I thought he was asleep, but he's not!

What now?

He's dead.

Picky Picky's dead.

Don't worry. Mom will be home soon.

She'll know what to do.

No, remember what Dad said?

We can't make any trouble for Mom now.

Okay.

He was a Quimby before we were, Beezus.

Picky Picky...

I hope you have nine Iives.

And maybe tomorrow...

you can wake up as somebody else's cat...

and start a new Iife.

I really hope

they feed you melon rinds sometimes.

I know you Iike that.

I think it's important...

that you know...

Dad was just pretending

to forget your name.

He always knew it.

He really did Iove you.

We'll miss you, Picky Picky.

It's okay.

You girls had to handle

all this tonight by yourselves?

I'm sorry!

We're okay, Mom.

How did I get so Iucky

to have two brave girls Iike you?.

Hmm?

I'm home!

We have some news.

So do l. I got the job.

What?.

Great position.

Start-up in eastern Oregon.

How do you girls feel about that?

Wait. To Iive there?.

But what about the house?

We'll get a new one there.

What's your news?

Nothing.

Ramona?

Will you sleep in here with me tonight?.

I'm not ready for a new school...

with all new kids.

Me neither.

But you' do fine.

You don't always

embarrass yourself Iike I do.

You're the most prettiest,

perfect girl in high school...

and everybody Ioves you.

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