Down to You Page #3

-Not when you're eleven and a half.

What kind of girls did you

date in high school?

First there was Megan Brokski,

a tenth-grade cheerleader.

Go, Al!

My cute little beau!

Take me out

for a good time, yo!

Then there was Faith Keenan,

the eleventh-grade klepto.

Here, hide these.

And Haley Heller, the

twelfth-grade science prodigy.

Look at this rare slug

I found in your garden.

-How about you?

-There was Ted McGurran.

-He was allergic to me.

-We can work things out.

Gabe Stiano. New Age

freak with the crystal.

If you hold this, things

will work out. I know it.

And Ricky James.

But my dog didn't like him.

So, can you make

any conclusions, doctor?

And why not?

-Because I need to know the rest.

-Have you ever been to India?

I just knew she'd appreciate

a place like this.

I just felt completely

comfortable with him.

-Do I have anything in my teeth?

-No.

Do l?

What?

She even stuck around while I got

some secret cooking tips.

His passion for food

was adorable.

And there, in the middle of the park,

we had our first kiss.

That kiss belongs in a box so I

can show my grandkids one day.

Can I use your bathroom?

-Can you smell the essence, Emogin?

-Imogen.

-Imogen.

-Yes, it's very nice.

You know, it's like in music.

You know how tone is intangible?

This is tone, except to the palate.

It is so powerful.

Easy, tiger! We don't want her to think

we're part of some epicurean cult.

All right, I need the pepper now.

Right now. A little sprinkle, okay?

That's a shower,

not a sprinkle.

You have to learn to live

in the in-between.

So, how long have you

guys been together?

-Two months.

-And a week.

-But, who's counting?

-Do you have a song?

-Actually, no.

-Not yet.

-But everybody should have a song.

-We have a song.

I'm not going to sing it.

I got a great idea. Why don't I show

Imogen my record collection?

Then you can pick out a track. And

I can dedicate it to you on the air.

This is perfect, come here.

I keep everything upstairs.

Alfred, she is adorable.

Get back to those potatoes.

-What song did my mom suggest?

-Something personal and timeless.

-A classic.

-So...

-"You Can Be My B*tch", by Master B?

-The live version or radio edit?

Live, since he burns the stage down

and starts a riot.

Nice.

Very nice.

-How about "Endless Love"?

-Doesn't one of them die in the end?

Good point.

-I've got it.

-What?

A little soul

is necessary in life.

Excuse me.

-Stick with the painting thing, please.

-Sometimes you just got to loosen up.

Can't be an old man.

You rock!

You know, I taught her that.

All right, maybe I had

to loosen up a little.

So I volunteered

for her art project.

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