And Then Came Love Page #3

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-Wrong.

It's worth looking into now,

before it's too late.

Medication can do wonders.

Okay, no. My son is not doing medication.

I need to see him now.

Well, whatever you decide...

...please know that violent outbursts

won't be tolerated here.

Next time, we will send him home.

And three strikes....

JULlE:

I don't believe this. How dare she?.

As if I don't have enough on my mind.

I hate this outfit.

This color is making me nauseous.

Miss Missy.

What does she know anyway, right?.

Wait till she has kids. She'll see. Punks.

I'm telling you,

it's that Horatio kid.

They say it's supposedly

one of the top schools in the city. Pah.

-I'm writing to the director. Medication?.

STUART:
Julie.

Calm down, sit.

Sit.

Every parent gets called in.

It's a rite of passage.

Do you think it's too early to drink?.

I mean, who'd do that for a living anyway?.

Could you imagine cold season?.

A roomful of toddlers mewling

and puking in the nurses' arms.

They say it can run in the family.

-They?. Who?. What can run in the family?.

-The experts.

Everybody in my family

is above average lQ.

Top of their class. Learning-disabled?.

Stuart, could a person

with a learning disability...

...get a 1 560 on their SATs,

go to a top law school?.

Is this a trick question?.

-It's him.

-Who?.

That donor.

I picked good genes.

I picked lvy League genes, or so I thought.

Jules, you didn't really believe

the B.S. he put in that profile, did you?.

Well, yes, it was verified.

It was a very reputable clinic, Stuart.

I did my homework. I checked it out.

I'm sure you did.

You're just more trusting than I am.

That's why you sleep at night.

What if he's a drug addict?.

Or an alcoholic?.

STUART:

Or an actor?.

Stuart.

Or a drama critic?.

"Williams College,

graduated with honors.

Wants to be a civil lawyer

to protect the under-served.

Dad's a corporate lawyer,

loves reading and sports.

Donating sperm to share the gift of life.""

That's too good to be true.

Larry, it's Julie Davidson.

I need you

to track down someone for me.

It's, uh, personal and strictly confidential.

JULlE:
"'Someday,' he says to me,

'maybe you'll headline in Harlem.'

I squint like I can read the letters

up on the Savoy marquee.

Instead of 'Musclehead,'

they spell out 'Happy Feet."'

What happened in school today?.

I want you to read me

another book, Mommy.

Ohh. I can't. Mommy's really tired.

So?. I'm not.

Miss Missy said

you and Horatio got in a fight.

-He started it.

-Well, what did he do?.

He said my picture was stupid.

That's a mean thing for him to say,

but no reason to hit him.

You gotta use your words.

I did, I swear. I said he was stupid.

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