She's Too Young

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- Hey, girlfriend. Let me look at you.

- I've gotta go.

Dawn, come here.

Perfect.

- Thanks, Mom.

- Home by 10.

- Mom, it's 11 for all the other kids.

- Since when?

- Welcome to high school.

- Keep your cell phone on.

You stay out of trouble tonight.

Hello.

Hannah.

- Bill?

- Hey, babe.

- Hi.

- Hey, honey.

- I saved some dinner for you.

- Oh, thank you.

Is Hannah upstairs?

- Sorry I'm late.

- Dad?

- That looks good.

- Yeah, it's coming.

Dad?

- Hi, Mommy.

- Hi, honey.

- How was the board meeting?

- It was great. Thanks for asking.

- They approved my reorganization plan.

- Congratulations.

- That's great, honey.

- Thanks, sweetie.

- Going out on a school night?

- She's had dinner, done her homework.

- Yeah, and it's just for ice cream.

- She's going with Dawn and Becca, right?

That's nice.

- I didn't realize you're seeing them again.

- Yeah. It just started.

- You want me to drive?

- No, that's okay. Nick Hartman's driving.

- How old is he?

- He's 16.

Mom, but he's, like, the most popular guy

in school. He's great.

I'd love to meet him.

Mom.

Can't we just do this some other time?

Don't worry, sweetie.

I just wanna say hello to the girls.

- Don't worry.

- Mom, why do you have to do this?

- For heaven sakes, Hannah Banana.

- It's just ice cream.

My God. Could she be

more embarrassing?

- Hi, Trish.

- Hi. Hi, girls. It's so nice to see you again.

Hi, I'm Trish Vogul.

I'm Hannah's mother.

- It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Vogul.

- It's nice to meet you too, Nick.

- I'd like your mother's number, please.

- Mom.

Or your cellular. It's just for safety reasons.

I'm sure you understand.

- Dawn, how's your mom?

- Good.

- And yours, Becca?

- Good.

Good. Tell them hi.

I'd love to see them.

- Okay.

- Good.

Thank you.

Okay, well, you all have a good time.

- I'd like her home by 10, please.

- No problem.

- Thanks.

- It was nice meeting you.

Nice to meet you too, Nick.

Hannah. Seat belt.

I thought we decided she's too young

to be in cars with boys.

We did. But it's just ice cream.

What, we lock her in her closet

till she's 20?

Come on. She's only 14 years old.

She's wearing makeup

to get ice cream?

She gets straight A's.

She plays that cello 90 hours a week.

- She deserves a break once in a while.

- It's not that.

I am still uncomfortable with

her driving around with boys.

- Look. We either trust her or we don't.

- We don't know anything about this kid.

I think she's earned our trust.

What's up?

- Nick.

- What's up?

- What's happening?

- You know, another lonely night.

Yeah?

- Now, this must be Hannah Vogul.

- I'm Brad.

- I know.

- Dawn.

Listen, a bunch of us

are going over to Kevin's place.

His parents went to Hawaii for two weeks.

We're gonna get wrecked. You in?

- Maybe later.

- Yeah?

See you.

- Don't slam the door.

- Have fun, you guys.

Hey, do you want a latte or something?

That's sweet. Maybe next time.

Okay.

Check it out.

Where's the glove?

Oh, damn, I forgot.

I could go get one, and you could do

English homework while I'm gone.

So, Dawn, can I ask you something?

Did you ever, like, go out with Nick?

For about 10 seconds.

Nick only dates babes like Becca.

Yeah. And? You're a babe.

What do you mean?

- I'm maybe average plus.

- That is so not true. You're gorgeous.

- I bet he'd go out with you.

- No.

- Whatever. I mean, he's with Becca.

- Yeah, this week.

- Do you want me to look into it?

- No.

No, it's okay.

Hannah.

You wanna come listen to the new

Kingpin Pimp CD with me in my car?

No.

- No?

- No, thank you.

- I love Kingpin.

- You do?

Awesome. Let's go.

- Oh, can you get a ride home?

- No problem.

- Oh, my God.

- What a slut.

Hannah, you can always call me.

I'll come get you.

I know.

No questions asked.

I still don't understand

why Nick couldn't drive you home.

No questions asked.

Come on, give me a break.

He's creepy.

Okay, fine. So Poe's scary.

But Hawthorne breaks my heart.

- Like the way Hester's made to suffer.

- Yeah, he's deep.

- Yeah.

- But Poe's scary as hell, and that's cool.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Later.

- He's so gay.

- That is so not true.

- And who cares anyway?

- Yeah, whatever.

What?

You know, some of the guys think

you look like Angelina Jolie...

...but she's a dog next to you.

Yeah, right.

- You know, I don't get it.

- What?

Why aren't we seeing each other?

Because you never asked.

Oh, my bad.

Hey, Hannah, the crew's hanging out at

Brad's house Friday. Gonna come with me?

What about Becca? Aren't you guys...?

Oh, no. Becca, she's great. It's just...

You know, it's just over between us.

Okay.

All right. I'll see you then.

- Did Nick just hit on you?

- No, he was just asking about...

Yes. We're gonna go out

on Friday night.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

- What are you gonna wear?

- I don't know.

We have class.

Hey, Nicky.

Looks like I won't make it back for dinner,

and your mother's stuck at the office.

Why don't you take some friends

to Norver's on my credit card.

See you, big guy.

- This homework is retarded.

- It's fine. You're not my mother.

I made notes. Deal with them.

Get a room.

Sucks when your mom

gets more dates than you do.

Can you hold the meetings until I get there?

Okay, thanks. Bye.

- Trish, hey.

- Oh, my gosh. Ginnie.

Oh, Ginnie, hi.

Well, what brings you downtown?

Oh, a blind date.

- Well.

- I hear you've got some big news.

Oh, you mean the merger.

No. Sweetie, your daughter's first date.

This Friday, Nick Hartman. Hello.

- Oh, she didn't tell you.

- No. Apparently, I'm the last to know.

- I'm sorry, Trish.

- So do you know this boy?

Nick? Yeah, he's a real hottie, Trish.

- All the girls have a crush on him.

- What's the scoop? Should I be worried?

No. Oh, no.

Not if you want her to be popular.

- I gotta go. Good to see you.

- Okay.

- Yeah. Have fun.

- Thank you.

That was lovely, sweetheart.

Yeah, I kind of messed up

the second movement.

Maybe a little. I mean, the fingering was a

little bit off, but why don't you play it again.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm gonna work on it.

Well, I ran into Ginnie this afternoon...

...and I found out that you're planning

to see Nick on Friday night.

Yeah. So?

We have a rule, Hannah.

No dates without my permission.

Okay, so I should have said:

"Nick, I'd love to go out.

Let me ask my mom first. "

What's wrong with that?

You definitely need my permission.

Okay. Mommy, can I please go out

with Nick on Friday night? Please?

Okay.

But you have an 11:00 curfew,

and I wanna know where you're going.

- And he's older, and that concerns me.

- Have I ever given you a reason to worry?

No.

- Nurse Johnson?

- Oh, hi, Dawn.

Can I talk to you about something?

How long have you had this sore?

- A week or two.

- Does it hurt?

Mind if I ask you a few questions?

I got it.

- Mr. Vogul, Nick Hartman.

- Bill. Nice to meet you, Nick. Come on in.

- Thanks. Mrs. Vogul, nice to see you again.

- Nice to see you too, Nick.

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