The Banger Sisters Page #8
You, too.
Come on. Come on...
come on.
Put your shoes on, honey.
Yeah. Wait. Wait.
Where are you going? Come on.
Come on. You got it? Good.
You look great.
I hate feeling fake...
more than anything
in the world.
You wouldn't believe
what people tell you...
"You got to get into college.
You got to figure out...
what you're gonna do.
You got to make money."
And we're going...
"My God, I feel like
I'm still a kid practically."
But your teachers and your parents
and everybody's got...
everything all planned out
for you with high expectations.
But what if it has
nothing to do with you?
You lose track of yourself.
And that's fake.
We're going into the future.
And I only have little clues
as to what might be out there.
Sometimes,
I'm scared to death.
Sometimes,
I'm really excited.
And I just wish for
everybody in my class...
no, for everybody...
That whatever you do...
you do it true...
even if you mess up...
even if you fail.
I'd rather fail
doing my own thing...
doing what I want to do...
wants me to do and succeeding.
I'd rather be fighting
with my family...
than... pretending it's all OK.
To the graduating class
of 2002... go.
Go into the world
and do it true.
Do it true.
Woo!
Honey, you rocked.
Now we're gonna
go back to the house.
And why don't you follow
us in your car, OK?
No. I'm gonna take off.
Yeah, I got stuff to do.
But I've got to give you
back your clothes.
That's all right.
Hold onto them.
It'll give me an excuse
to see you again.
You don't need an excuse.
We had a blast.
Yeah.
Mom! Oh, my God, you guys.
What?
I am so in love.
Who? With who?
Shh. He's right...
He's right there.
Wait, wait, wait.
Not him, not him.
There he is. That's him.
Musicians.
Yeah.
Hey, Suzette.
Yeah?
Do you want to hear a story
that I've been writing?
Yeah. Tell.
Well, it's about this guy...
who's complicated...
and he meets
this woman who's...
she's...
Harry, skip to the end.
What happens to them?
I don't know.
I haven't figured that out yet.
Oh.
She's a hand-job giver.
Oh, Harry!
And she's great at it.
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