Fear

[Woman] Nicole,

save some hot water for your dad!

[Panting]

- Mr. Walker.

- Larry.

I've eaten meaner dogs than you

for breakfast, you wimp!

- Did you get the tickets yesterday?

- Huh?

- The Pier? James Taylor?

- Oh, shit!

I'll have Eddie

get 'em today.

- What?

- Nothin'.

Dad, you're looking at me like you

didn't know who I was or something.

No, no, no. I was just thinking

that maybe you'd...

like Laura to take you

to buy new clothes.

What she's got on

is brand-new.

- This is new?

- Yeah. Why? What's wrong with it?

It looks like something you wore

when you were 12.

- Yeah, so?

- Look.

All I'm saying

is that it's... it's...

What? I'm not allowed

to have an opinion?

No, Dad, you're allowed to do

whatever you want to do.

I'm the one who has to ask

permission to breathe.

- Can I go to school now, Father?

- [Whistling]

Have a nice day, Nicole.

Does that count

as quality time?

- Good boy, Kaiser.

- Drink all your juice, sweetheart.

- Congratulations. I heard

you won your game last night.

- Spanked 'em.

- I bet that made your dad happy.

- He doesn't really watch the games.

He's too busy trying

to pick up chicks.

I gotta go.

Could you drop me off

at school?

The Mustang's way cooler

than Mom's car.

Please, Dad.

- Okay, hurry up. Get your stuff.

- All right!

He called me "Dad."

- Morning, Eddie.

- Mm-hmm.

The Sweikert project

went to the bad guys last night.

- You're shittin' me.

- Wish I were.

We're on thin ice here, pal.

Vancouver or bust.

Show me the drafts we got.

I'll create the presentation myself.

- That's what I wanted to hear.

- [Nicole] We shouldn't be doing this.

We're just gonna have to turn around and

come back the second we get there.

Yes, but we can say we were there.

Factor in the residual coolness.

Sorry. Mr. Keheela had to stare

at my boobs for 10 minutes...

before he'd give me

an extension.

We should just get

something to go, guys.

Nicole, chill. What do you want

to remember five years from now?

Being on time for English Lit

or having a life?

Well, let me see.

English Lit, life.

- English Lit.

- Shut up, Gary.

- % % % % [Reggae Pop Playing

On Sound System]

- [People Chattering]

Come along and take a ride

With the one

that's got a life

Just leave

your cares behind

Right now it's party time

Come along and take a ride

With the one

that's got a life

Just leave

your cares behind

- Right now it's party time

- Yo, get up, stand up

Put your hands up

In the air like you just don't care

You can put down your gun

- Ooh la la!

- [Man] Yes?

- [Gary] Smoked turkey

and gouda on a roll.

- To go.

- [Billiard Balls Clattering]

- Ow-oo!

So pretty? Davey,

you see me hole that?

God, stop being so obvious.

What do you wanna eat?

Um, just some

chocolate cake, please.

- To go.

- To go.

Swing and a miss. You're outta

here, buddy. Batter up, Davey.

[Reggae Pop Continues]

Come along

and take a ride

With the one

that's got a life

Just leave

your cares behind

- Right now it's party time

- Ah-ha, whoo!

Winning is

a good thing, man.

This is what

we're gonna do

We'll leave the guns

and the knives at home

We'll only get busy on the microphone

with no static

- [Nicole] "King and Occidental"?

- I'm there.

- Down by the docks?

- Yeah. So?

- Better bring your Uzi.

- [Man] That's $8.75.

- I got it.

- Come with me.

I can't. I've got a family outing.

James Taylor at the Pier.

- Yikes! Isn't he bald?

- [Giggles] Probably.

Gotta go, guys.

Margo, come on.

All right, all right.

It won't stop

It won't ever quit

'Cause wild-ass kids

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