Ordinary World Page #2

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My band never decided

until the last second.

Daddy, what do you do?

(chuckles) What do I do?

What does that mean?

Well, it's just because

it's career day,

and we're supposed to talk

about our parents' careers.

Oh!

I don't know. Just say

I'm in a band or something.

But you're not in a band.

Yes, I am.

We're just taking

a temporary hiatus.

What's a temporary hiatus?

Ah. It's a fancy way

of saying

we're taking a break.

Oh.

I don't know.

Why don't you

just talk about Mom,

how she's a public defender

and all that

important stuff?

Okay.

Yeah, you don't have

to mention me.

Come on. Let's do it.

(school bell ringing)

Get to school.

Have fun.

Hey, Dean!

Arrest that man!

Take him in

for questioning.

I'm trying to get him

to join Dad's Group.

I don't think it's working.

Is he being a p*ssy?

A little bit.

Come on. Don't be

a p*ssy, p*ssy guy.

(chuckles) Okay.

Hey, we were just joking.

We don't think you're a p*ssy.

-I don't even know

how that got started.

-I was just trying to be funny.

I'm sorry.

You guys

are pretty weird, man.

Dad's Group.

We need somebody cool

like you.

Honestly, if you think I'm cool,

then your Dad's Group

is kind of hurting.

(laughing)

We're just messing

with you.

There he goes.

(doorknob rattling)

(knocking)

Hey, Perry.

Got it for you.

Salome's first guitar.

This is

what my wife picked out?

Yeah. What do you think?

Why is there

a dinosaur on it?

(chuckles) I don't know.

I think it's a decal.

It probably comes off.

(strums)

Well, it sounds all right,

I guess.

Oh, can I tell you

something?

I have to tell somebody.

What happened?

Mm. I'm dating

this French chick.

Ingrid is her name.

Twenty-five.

Oh, smokin' hot.

Anyway,

she invites me to Paris

for a dinner party.

I'm like,

"Yeah, I like dinner."

So we get there.

Have you ever flown

first class?

Uh, no.

The seats are like

the size of my car.

Which means two people--

(sucks teeth)

That's your story?

You had sex on a plane?

No. I mean, yes. But no,

that is not the story.

So, get to Paris.

Here's

the dinner party table.

Me, Ingrid, Mom, Dad,

Paul McCartney.

Oh, come on!

Dude, I know.

I think her dad's, like,

an ambassador or something.

Come on.

Mm-hmm.

Anyway, dinner's over.

Parents go upstairs.

She's all passed out

on the couch.

It's just me and Paul,

hanging out,

just shootin' the sh*t.

And then he pulls out a guitar

and we start jamming.

What?

I sang "Let It Be."

I sang "Yesterday."

I sang "Glass Onion."

You gotta be kidding me.

I sang-- No, dude.

You're lying.

Now I know you're lying.

No, I am not lying.

You liar.

I will show you.

Paul gave me his number.

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