-Hand me the flashlight.|- Here it is.
- Kit, I've got the shovel.|- You do?
Lucy, get the box.
Let's d i g deep.
So no one will find it.
- Di g it deeper!.|- We don't wanna get caught.
I want some dirt.
When we were ten growing up|in Georgia, Mimi, Kit and I...
knew exactly what we wanted|out oflife.
- Lucy, get the box.|- This is fun.
We have to keep it dry.
We made a pact to dig it up|at midnight...
the day of our|high school graduation.
Pack it down.
- Let's be best friends forever.|- We will.
Now, I don't even remember|what our wishes were--
except for one.
Well, that wish|didn 't come true.
I see you on the street|andyou walk on by
You make me wanna hang|my head down and cry
Ifyou gave me|halfthe chance, you'd see
But you choose|to look the other way
I've had to work|much harder than this
Open your heart to me, baby
I hold the lock|andyou hold the key--
- Lucille Wagner!.|- Pop?.
- Baby, we're gonna be late.|- I was just--
Okay, big day!. Come on!|See ya on deck! Let's go!
Toads do look like frogs.
It's just one's, you know,|in the water and one's not.
Hey, Mimi!|I know you want me.
I'm gonna look|drop-dead gorgeous.
You should see my dress.
What, you're too perfect|to bump into anybody?.
- What?.|- Perfect.
nerdy and virginal.
- I'm not--|- You're a virgin.
I told y'all.
Just get us in the picture, okay?.|Hold my purse.
No, don't push the button.|Wait till I get over there. Honey!
- Mama, what are you doing?.|- One second. Stand up straight.
- Smile.|- Mom, I'm smiling!
- Lucy, your speech was wonderful.|- Thankyou.
Actually, Lucy wants|to become a doctor.
if she wants to get into|the best med school, huh?.
All right.|See you later.
- Bye, Ms. J.|- Good luck, Henry.
I'm all he's got, you know?.
Thank you. Thanks.
Here it is.|Honey, what's wrong?.
Course you did.
Why didn't it feel|like anything?.
What do you mean, you didn't|feel anything?. It felt great!
You don't like football.
I never went to any of'em.
'Cause you had|a head on your shoulders.
You stayed home, and you studied.
There's just a lot of things|that I wanted to do that I didn't.
And I was up there getting|my diploma, and I was like...
"Is this it?'
Come on now. Didn't we both|work hard for this?.
I guess it's just the pressure|of graduation. You're right.
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