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- That's the sound.

You want to know the sound

I'm about to make right now?

The sound of me not going.

That's the sound I'm making.

I'm not going.

Yeah.

Mmm-mmm-mmm.

No.

Not going to that.

Bob Stone?

Okay.

Hello?

- Hey.

- Girl, you scared me.

- I did?

- Yes. I thought that you were...

I just... On the...

Never mind. Hey, I'm glad you called.

I'm sorry about lunch today.

I'm an idiot, babe.

I don't even know

what's going on with me right now.

- I really don't.

- Yeah?

Actually, honey,

that's what I was calling

to talk to you about.

Look, honey, I think that

we should see someone.

What do you mean, "Someone"?

What do you mean?

See someone, like a therapist.

Honey, black people don't go to therapy.

We go to barbershops.

That's where we talk out our problems.

Or we watch the movie Barbershop.

One or the other.

Look, my parents were really unhappy

for a long time before they got divorced.

And maybe if they saw someone sooner,

they would still be married.

I just want to nip this thing in the bud,

whatever it is.

I don't want to end up like my parents.

Wassup?

Please, just do it for me, if not for you.

All right. Uh...

- When? When do you want to do it?

- Really?

The doctor said

he could see us at 6:00 p.m.

Um... 6:
00 p.m., when? Tonight?

Yeah. Yeah, is that a problem?

Holy sh*t! Robbie Wheirdicht?

Calvin, honey? Hello?

Um, yeah.

I can't. I already

made plans for tonight, baby.

- Plans with who?

- With Bob Stone.

Who's Bob Stone?

That sounds like a fake name.

No, no. You remember

Robbie Wheirdicht, from high school?

No.

The guy who got beaten up

by Trisha Demarco at homecoming?

No.

The kid that tried to rap along to

Coolio's 1,2,3,4 at the talent show

but then he kinda lost his way,

midway through

so he just started bopping his head,

and he stood there?

No. Nothing.

The guy who got thrown out the gym,

butt-ass-naked, senior year?

Oh, my God, yeah!

Why wouldn't you start with that?

Because I thought that was kind of mean.

I don't know.

He never came back

to school after that, right?

Like, not for finals

or graduation or anything.

Didn't he join the military or something?

I'm not sure. I don't know if he did or not,

but he changed his name to "Bob Stone"

and apparently he's in town

for the high school reunion.

He wants to go to dinner tonight,

and I kinda already said "yes."

- Okay.

- If you want me to cancel,

I will. You know?

If that's what you want, I don't mind.

Mmm-mmm. I mean,

it's a little weird, but whatever.

I'll just see if the doctor

can fit us in tomorrow.

- How about at lunch time?

- Okay. All right, fine.

Okay, good. I love you.

I love you, too, babe. I do.

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