Trust Page #2
phone call from the CEO
that was basically
Hey, let me
ask you something.
How old are you?
- Old enough.
- Oh.
I'm Claire, by the way.
Hi, Claire. I'm AI.
- That's Will.
- Hi.
Please let me know if there's
anything else you need.
Anything?
Can you stop?
She's nineteen.
One hour.
That's all I ask.
Just one hour
with that ass.
How's Barbara?
Oh, f*** off.
That is so weird.
Peter and I were just doing exactly
the same thing in his room.
Ah, Dad.
Okay. What now?
What? How old
are you?
Why do you keep lying?
What?
Why do you keep
lying to me?
Man, you won't believe
the stuff I'm Finding in here.
I'll say.
You wanna keep these Playboys?
What?
Just kidding.
Oh. Yeah, me too.
What, you packed
'em already?
Yeah, kinda.
You all right with this?
With What?
Yeah, I guess.
Don't feel pressured
into doing things
you don't want to do.
Wait. This isn't another
father-son talk, is it?
Oh, Dad, we had the sex talk,
and I still can't order a salad
with cucumbers in it.
I just don't want you to lose
sight of what's important, like--
Taking responsibility
for my actions
living up to my potential
and personal expectations
staying true to my beliefs.
Basically, being a man?
Something like that.
Relax, Pop.
I got this. Trust me.
God. Come on.
Let's hug it out.
I feel the same way.
You coming in, sweetheart?
It's getting cold.
Hold on a sec.
Um, I'm talking
to Brittany, Dad.
Two minutes.
Okay. Now go away.
Hi.
How do I know that?
Okay.
Well, are you
still a virgin?
Good, 'cause that would
have been creepy.
So, um, how old
were you when you--?
Did you set the alarm?
Force Held activated.
Is Annie upstairs?
She's in her room.
Peter's still out.
Amen to that.
You heartless witch.
What?
You're happy he's
going, aren't you?
Two words for you.
Home gym.
His room's gonna look great
with a treadmill in it.
Our poor kid is barely packed and
you're already redecorating.
What can I say?
Except--good riddance!
F***.
Oh, for God's--
They're in their room.
Right now?
Just a T-shirt and some underwear.
No. With just the T-shirt.
Okay.
Okay, it's dark now.
Oh, I guess. What is it?
No.
Okay.
Is that everything?
Yeah.
Katie, come
give me a hug.
No.
I don't want you to go.
So, I guess I'm gonna
go to college now.
I love you.
Email me, okay?
Okay. Hey,
and check my tweets.
Okay, we gotta go, guys.
We'll see you later.
Bye. Bye, angel. Bye.
Hi. Uh, it's me again.
Where are you? I'm sitting
on the bench just outside.
Annie?
Yes?
It's me. Charlie.
Hey, you.
God, I can't believe
it's really you.
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