I Am Number Four Page #4

Oh! Sorry, my bad.

- All right, everybody, surrender them.

- Here you go.

All electronic devices.

Come on, Sarah. Thank you.

Hand them over.

- And you.

- Mom?

He'll get it back after dinner.

You'll get it back after dinner.

- Thank you, John. See? It's fine.

- All right.

So, Santa Fe's kind of hip, right?

You bored silly here?

Nah, not with the spring carnival

coming up!

It's fun, and you and your folks

should definitely come.

Oh, it's just me and my dad.

Where's your mom?

- Uh... My...

- Mom.

No, it's fine. My dad and mom,

uh, they didn't get married.

Uh, you know, check it out.

Carnival.

Sarah will be there

taking pictures for the paper.

Cheap labor.

- That is not why.

- No.

- She's a very talented photographer.

- Question game!

OK. Keep your voice down,

and we will play.

It's a dinner tradition. Otherwise,

we'd never talk about the good stuff.

Worst advice you ever got?

"Pull this."

Oh, stop!

That's really gross.

OK, um...

"Your parents will never know

you're gone."

It worked with your folks.

That's how she got here.

- Stop it. Stop.

- Oh, my God.

- What?

- OK, Sarah, your turn.

Oh. Mom telling me that self-tanner

looks totally natural.

She was orange.

Like a traffic cone.

On picture day.

Oh, you should go get that picture.

- We still have the picture!

- John, you are gonna...

Why would you want

to show him that?

I shouldn't have said it.

I think I tore them up.

Sorry about that.

- About what?

- My parents.

They were putting on the

"aren't we cool?" show.

They seem very proud of you.

Yeah, and they're already

trying to convince me

to go to the local community college

in Dayton.

They'd love it if I stayed here.

Got into wedding photography.

What do you want to do?

That's my favorite.

It's got all these light leaks

so the photos come out so interesting.

Here, I'll show you.

See that one right there?

That's what I was talking about.

What's this?

Um...

That is kind of private, actually.

It's amazing.

- What?

- You...

You're allowed

to look at everyone else...

...take our pictures, but, uh...

we're not allowed to see you?

OK.

That's enough.

Seems like you want to run away.

I'll just be happy

when I can get out of here.

I don't know.

I've been to a lot of places.

You don't have to give me the

"there's no place like home" speech.

I've heard it.

No, no. You can go wherever you want,

see whatever you want to.

But a place is only as good

as the people you know in it.

I, uh...

I think this is a pretty good place.

Bernie, you dumb dog.

- Does he belong to you?

- Yeah. I gotta go.

Well, hey. Hold on a sec.

Um...

Your turn.

Thanks.

I'm fine.

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