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- Hey, yeah, you, too.

Now, this young man was deeply,

deeply in love with his college sweetheart.

Let's call her...

- Emily!

- Emily!

Emily!

- Hey.

- Hi.

Ten, nine, eight...

Hey, guess who's gonna be the luckiest guy

on planet Earth in about four seconds?

You.

two, one!

Happy New Year!

They were a perfect couple.

Except to really understand

how this young man

ended up marrying your mother,

you'll also need to know

that he had a very big,

incredibly embarrassing dream.

All rise

for the President

of the United States of America,

William

Matthew

Hayes.

You wanted to be President?

I'm just, I don't understand why you have

to work for Clinton in New York.

Why can't you just work for him in Madison?

Well, because they don't need me here.

They need me in New York.

They need him, Em. Will's the man.

I can't believe you're letting him go.

I mean, don't you know

about New York girls?

Besides being incredibly hot,

they have no problem with casual sex,

which by the way, I totally respect.

- What if Charlie's right?

- Charlie's never right.

- He's functionally retarded.

- I am worried New York's gonna change you.

- Change can be good.

- If we change together.

So, we'll change together.

Okay? It's two months in New York.

I'll be back before you know it.

Besides, we have a plan, right?

The other thing I can't believe is that

you'd risk leaving Emily here with me,

'cause I gotta tell you,

I've always had a thing for you...

And I have absolutely no scruples.

Wait! I almost forgot.

You have to give this to Summer.

She's the only girl I know in New York.

- I want you to meet her.

- Summer Hartley?

- Yes. Yes.

- That's her name?

She was on my exchange program

at Cambridge,

and all the guys wanted to sleep with her,

and you probably will, too.

Maybe you should mail it to her.

- That might be a better idea.

- No.

What is it?

Something I should have

sent her a long time ago.

I love you, William Hayes.

Okay. Go, go, go. Go be your brilliant self.

Emily sounds like she would

make a good mom.

- I just don't know if she's my mom.

- Why not?

Everyone knows that the girlfriend

in the beginning of the story

always gets dumped.

Which means maybe

Summer Hartley is my mother.

I'll never forget that day.

There I was, arriving in the city

I always dreamed about

to work on a campaign

that I believed in with all of my heart.

And on top of that,

I was positive that in just a few hours,

the campaign manager would realize

how brilliant I was.

And then I'd be writing speeches,

and then I'd be coming up with strategy,

and before long...

Will Hayes?

- Hey. Gareth Henderson.

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