You Again

I can't... How do you?

Where's the entrance? Is it not?

Into the camera. Hello.

My name. Right.

My name is Marni Olivia Olsen,

and I'm a senior

here at Ridgefield High.

What's life like for a

high school student in 2002?

Well, for starters, my initials spell...

Moo!

Life is hard.

With a little luck,

you'll rise above it.

Unforunately,

I never had much luck.

Not even a little.

Dating all the way back

to my freshman year...

Sorry. Saved.

Sorry. Saved.

I come from a small town

in Northern California,

- and in a school as small as mine...

- Oh, sorry. Saved.

there's always one person

that is so famous

that they outshine all the others.

In my class, I was that person.

- Were you on the squad last year?

- Shh!

All right, ladies,

let's do this! Here we go!

Five, six, seven and eight.

And one, cross two, three, four,

five, turn, six, seven and eight. Kick!

All right, let's go this time.

- Good luck, girls!

- Big smiles! Here we go!

Five, six, seven and eight. And one...

I read somewhere that

who you are in high school

determines who you'll be

for the rest of your life.

Kick!

I seriously hope that's not the case.

Then again, the odds

aren't exactly in my favor.

That's my big brother, Will.

He's the greatest.

At, like, everything.

Let's go, Gators, let's go!

Out of my way!

Go, go, Gators!

Go, go, go, Gators!

Go, go, go, Gators!

Nice work, Gator!

P.S., you were prettier

with the mask on.

Are you speaking to me yet?

I'm not in the mood right now, Marni.

I just wanted you to know

that I'm really sorry.

And those girls are right.

I am a loser. You know?

- Whoa, whoa. Which girls?

- What? No.

No, no, no, no. Who called you a loser,

Marni? I'll talk to them right now.

- Who called you a loser?

- Doesn't matter, Will.

You can't always protect me from it.

It's true.

I wish you could see how

incredible you are, Marni.

You just have to believe in yourself,

'cause once you do that,

you're gonna be able

to do anything you want.

And, of course, Will was right.

Once I changed the way I saw myself,

the past was history.

I ditched the braces, I got contacts

and I staWed spending more

than eight dollars on a haircut.

I've come a long way

since those horrible days.

But if it weren't for the determination

of that little girl from Ridgefield,

the woman standing in front of you

wouldn't be here today,

working at one of the top

PR firms in Los Angeles,

telling a bunch of

junior publicists about the days

when I was the poster child

for the geek squad.

You can't control the things

that happen to you,

but you can control

the way you react to them.

It's all perception.

That is what public relations

is all about.

Thank you.

And good luck.

- Nice job.

- Thank you.

Great speech. Inspiring.

Thank you, sir, very much.

Now, I'm gonna need you

to pack up your office.

What? Did... Did you just say

that I need to pack up my office?

- That's right.

- But I only asked for two days off,

and it's for my brother's wedding.

There's an opening

in the New York office.

VP. It's yours.

It... You...

I... The VP for...

Unless, of course, you have

a problem with a huge promotion.

No, I don't!

I certainly do not. I don't.

- Thank you, sir!

- You've earned it.

I am excited to see everyone, too, Mom.

I can't believe how quickly

this all came together.

I know, and it's gonna be so beautiful.

Joanna's Aunt Mona is spending

a fortune for this wedding.

I tried to get in touch with her

to say I thought it was too much,

and I got back a text saying,

"Happy to do it,

can't wait to meet you all".

I just feel bad

that I haven't met Joanna yet.

I know. Isn't it funny?

You guys all went to high school

together, you don't know each other.

Wait, we all went

to high school together?

I thought you knew.

No. Well, all Will did

was send me a picture,

but she didn't look familiar.

Ridgefield High was really small.

I don't remember a Joanna.

That's because she didn't

go by Joanna in high school.

She went by a nickname.

Oh... Uh...

...Deedee.

- Deedee?

- No, um...

- Titi?

- Titi?

No... I can't believe

I'm blanking on this.

- JJ?

- That's it! JJ!

Joanna, JJ, yeah!

No!

No! No!

No. Nope.

Ma'am? "Fasten your seat belt" sign's

on. I need you to return to your seat.

- Mom, are you telling me Will is...

- Shh!

Please! I've listened to you talk about

how your "cats are just like people"

- for the last 45 minutes.

- Ma'am, you must remain seated.

- It's for your own safety.

- Mom, hold on one second.

I'm sorry... Heather.

Um... This is an emergency.

My brother is about to marry the girl

who single-handedly

ruined my life in high school.

So, if you don't mind,

would you please back off?

- Sorry, Mom. I...

- I'm sorry, do we have a problem?

I don't know, do we have a problem?

Is your brother marrying

your arch nemesis?

So you didn't know

it was the same girl?

Nobody knew.

My brother was a senior

when I was a sophomore.

I can't blame him for not keeping up

with my high school soap opera.

Pretzel?

There are seven billion

people on this planet,

and I get stuck with

Satan's spawn as my sister-in-law.

She is the reason

I left home in the first place.

Marni, let me tell you about bullies.

They're just like terrorists,

only they're emotional terrorists.

You can never let them

get the upper hand,

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