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Do We?

Soap Opera Actor:

^Imy Darling...

^I...My Little Flower.

^Ihow L Love You!

^Ihow L Long For Your Embrace!

It Was Ragweed.

Uh-Huh.

-Actor:
"Lt Is My Fault!"

-Take These.

If You Don't Feel Better,

Then Come Back.

After 4:
00.

All Of Them?

No. Just The Green Ones.

Oh.

Okay.

Thanks.

[ Distractedly ]

Don't Mention It.

Ew! I Think You Actually

Touched Me!

I'm Sorry.

[ Sneezes ]

Gross!

It's The Ragweed.

You're The Only Weed Around

Here.

-Hey, You Okay, Sean?

-Yeah.

Fine, Thanks.

Why Do You Have To Be So Mean?

[ Scoffs ]

Because It's Fun.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

Hey, Mom.

He Did What?

[ Scoffs ]

Mia:

No Way. Is He All Right?

And It Worked?

Oh, Oh, Okay. That's Enough. Yu.

Too Much Information.

Get Some Of Those Childproof

Locks.

I Don't Know.

Maybe A Cage To Stuff Him In.

[ School Bell Rings ]

Of Course I Care.

Well, I Gotta Go. Bye, Mom.

What Happened?

Little Brothers. Spare Me!

-What Did He Do?

-Yeah. What Did He Do?

Is There An Echo In Here?

Uh, Must Be.

[ Crickets Chirp ]

Dribbles, Dribbles, Left, Right!

Whoa!

[ Laughter ]

That's Not Good.

-You Need Some Help?

-Yeah, Sure. Thanks.

Oscar Is Going To Kill Me.

[ School Bell Rings ]

Paige:
Come On. We're Going

To Be Late For Soccer Practice.

[ Whistle Blows ]

All Right, Girls.

Our First Game Is In Two Weeks,

And I Want Everybody In Shape.

And You Know What That Means:

Eating Healthy,

Getting Plenty Of Sleep,

And Most Important,

Drinking Lots Of Water, Okay?

Hydrate, Hydrate, Hydrate!

[ Blows Whistle ]

[ Blows Whistle ]

-Thank You, Emily.

-You're Welcome.

Okay. Make Sure You Stretch

Those Muscles In Your Legs

First,

And Then Go Twice Around The

Field.

And I'm Going To Watch For The S

That Give 1 00 Percent.

Those Will Be The Girls

That Make First String.

Let's Go. Go!

Bend Your Legs, Stretch Them,

And Be Happy!

I Hope I Make First String.

Me Too.

The Only String You'll Need Is A

String To Keep Up Those Ratty

Shorts.

Give Me The Ball!

Over Here!

Do You Mind?!

I'm Sorry.

You Should Be.

[ Sighs ]

Way To Go, Mia.

What?

You're Being Just As Mean

As Mia Is.

I Am Not.

Can You At Least Try To Be Nice?

Even If It's Only On The

Surface.

Okay.

-I'll Try.

-Thanks.

Claire!

Mm-Hmm. Mm-Hmm.

Very Nice.

Whoa, Whoa! Fruit? That's It?

Fruit Makes Me Hurl.

-Nice Visual, Emily.

-I Thought So.

How About Some Fried Chicken?

No?

Biscuits?

Pie!

Pizza?

Next Week, Okay?

I'm Trying Out For Head Cheerler

This Afternoon.

No More Junk Food.

I Need Lots Of Energy.

Are You Calling My Food Junk?

Just The Fried Stuff.

I Adore Your Food.

You Know I Do.

You're Forgiven.

[ Snaps Fingers ]

Move It Out!

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