Helen

Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday, dear Helen

Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday!

What do you think?

Do you like it?

Oh, my God!

-Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday, Helen.

Happy Birthday.

Isn't it gorgeous?

Did you make this yourself?

Yes.

Darling, it's gorgeous.

Make a wish, Mom.

Help!

Thank you, sweetheart.

Just one.

A short one.

Let's eat!

Everything l have is yours

You're part of me

Everything l have is yours

My destiny

l would gladly give

the sun to you

lf the sun were only mine

l would gladly give

this earth to you

And the stars that shine

Everything that l possess

l offer you

If I shoot those guys out there

and plead temporary insanity,

would you corroborate my story, huh?

Oh, sh*t.

Hmm?

The alarm didn't go off.

-Come on.

-Hmm?

-It's almost 8:
00.

-M m-hmm.

Julie has a test in her first period.

-Where's your tie?

-l don't know.

And I can't take her.

I have this stupid

early faculty meeting.

-David!

-I'm up! I'm up!

Wake up!

Wake up. Wake up.

M m-hmm.

We gotta go, darling.

Everyone is gonna be there.

I already told Brian I could go,

and if I back out now,

he's gonna think I'm a chicken.

Good morning.

You know how hard it is

to get a reservation at Claire's

this time of year.

-Hey! I slept just fine.

-I thought you'd be thrilled.

Thank you, thank you.

But you never said you made plans.

It was supposed to be a surprise.

-Hey, who cleaned up?

-But. . . .

-I did. But that is not the point.

-When?

The point is, I never said

that you could go away

for the weekend either.

-You're crazy. I would have helped.

-Dave did.

Is that true?

Somebody was supposed to tell you.

Well, I forgot!

Well, you're not going,

and that's that.

Great! Thanks a lot!

But if you think I'm going

to Claire's with you instead,

think again!

She has to be in school

in seven seconds. You gotta go.

Hello?

Can I help you?

I was just. . . .

What are you doing here?

Well, I can. . .

ask you that question.

Nobody's supposed to be here

this time of night.

So what are you still doing here?

Aren't you in my music theory class?

I just. . . I can't. . . get it right.

Nothing I play sounds adequate,

not a single note I play.

Well, it's not your notes

that are wrong.

But you need to slow down.

Try to. . . pay more attention

to what happens

in between the notes.

Try to hold on to time.

What do you mean?

Suspension. Silence.

That's where you'II find

what you're looking for.

In the distance between things.

And you really shouldn't be

smoking in here.

Let me know when you want to go.

I'll let you out.

No need to climb out the window.

l don't see it coming.

But l can feel it.

lt's there.

Hey, Helen.

Hi, Donna.

So you think they'll read your brief,

withdraw the suit,

and send us a written apology?

Or a fruit basket.

Oh! Helen's here.

Hey, love.

Thank God you're here.

You gotta save me from this man.

He thinks he's invincibIe.

What are you doing here? Huh?

Well. . . actually, I was nowhere

near this neighborhood,

and l just thought

I'd stop by and say hi.

But you are so busy.

I'm sorry,

I should have called first.

No, no, no, it's perfect. We're gonna

go to Iunch in a few minutes.

-Why don't you come with us?

-Yeah.

No, thanks. I'm not hungry.

You don't have to eat.

Just join us.

You know, I --

l reaIIy shouId go home

and get out of these clothes.

You sure?

Yeah. AbsoIuteIy.

I just wanted to stop by and say hi.

-I'll see you later.

-AII right.

-See you, Suz.

-Take care, honey.

Hello, everyone.

After I've returned your essays,

we'II discu--

We will. . . .

Excuse me.

I'm going to bed.

Sleep tight, sweetheart.

Okay.

Straight answer --

did you like dinner?

It was. . . incredible.

Yeah, okay.

Whatever that means.

Good night.

Helen?

I love this car.

I know you do.

Are you going to let me in

on your secret?

What makes you think

l have a secret?

Don't you?

Not with you.

What is it, honey?

It's nothing.

I'm just tired.

I'm just really tired. That's all.

It's nothing.

I always hate the beginning

of the semester.

Come on, let's go inside.

Have you eaten?

Yeah.

Julie tried her very first

carbonara sauce.

It was scary.

Are you okay?

What are you doing here, honey?

Why aren't you at schooI?

I was at school.

What time is it?

Jesus. . . I must have slept

like a rock.

Can you -- can you please

help me with this math?

I really need to get this done

before I leave.

Yeah.

Just give me a minute.

Do you want me to call Dad

to come and pick me up?

No.

Of course not. I'm taking you.

I'm not going on a world trip, Mom.

I'll be back in three weeks.

I know.

Okay.

Go, Mom!

-Hey, Dad!

-Hey, gorgeous!

How'd it go?

-Good.

Come here.

-All right, get in there.

-Okay.

Dad, come here!

I want to show you something!

Dad!

All right.

No, I don't think that she should try

and work things out with him.

I think that she should

pack her bags,

take the kids,

move back to California,

and sue the hell out of him

until he doesn't have a pot

to piss in anymore.

M m-hmm.

You sure you want to go out

with this woman?

Oh, no. Excuse me.

He is like the biggest f***ing

cIich on the bIock, okay?

First of all, he sleeps

with every assistant he's ever had,

Iies to Louise about it

for three and half years,

and then he makes her feel guilty

for not being there for him.

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