Monte Carlo

(BLOWAWAYPLAYING)

(SINGING) One of us is gonna be here

And one of us

is gonna be runnin'

Off alone

into the great unknown

You're not me

You're a model of freedom

All you need are your kicks

when you need 'em

Come and go

Caught that slow all right

With one hand off the side

We get farther away

in the blink of an eye

And it's the time we waste

Swallowed into space

It's the time it takes

To blow away

To blow away

CARL:
Grace!

Carl?

- Order's up!

- Thank you.

Here, let me top

you off there, Jimmy.

I've got that sausage

coming right up for you, Dale.

- Enjoy your meal.

- Thank you.

Fran, I am digging

that new hair.

Did you see her hair?

GRACE:
Oh. Terrific.

You want me to take it?

My section,

I've got it.

- Hi, Amanda.

- Hi.

Guys.

So we made it. Graduation.

Do you mind

if we order?

(SIGHS)

Yeah. What can I get

for you guys?

(WHISTLING)

EMMA:
And what

can I do you for?

Let's just see here.

You got any specials?

I sure do.

And I saved you a slice.

Hmm.

Hey, Owen.

Grace, how you doing?

Two more days,

just two more days.

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

Well, we made it!

BOY:
Yeah!

(ALL CHEERING)

It's going to be so hard

not to look back on these

as the best four

years of our lives.

But there is a whole world out

there just waiting for us...

(DOOR OPENING)

Sorry. Hi.

Dad, I thought

you were gonna wait for me outside.

- AMANDA:
A world...

- They started.

A whole world

just waiting for us to make our mark.

Gandhi once said,

"You must be the change

you want to see in the world."

(SQUEALS) Congratulations, kiddo.

You did it.

You are finally free.

(SIGHS) This place!

You know, I haven't been here

since I didn't graduate.

I was nearly

homecoming queen.

And long

may you reign. Mama!

What?

Nothing.

Just, uh, there are

children here.

Well, it's nice

to see you too, Meg.

Mom, what is

she doing here?

It's sweet.

She wanted to be here.

Oh, come on.

You made her come.

ROBERT:
Why don't we take

a picture?

I'm okay, Robert.

I'm fine.

Yes, come on, come on.

Mom.

This is yours.

ROBERT:
Everybody get closer.

Closer, Meg, move in.

Scoot in.

Dad, just take

the picture.

Pam, I don't want you

worrying a bit about Grace on this trip.

I'm going to take

good care of her.

That's just great, Emma.

No, thank you.

Mmm. Fine.

Suit yourself.

More for me.

You guys, this is great.

Thank you for this.

Don't thank us

just yet.

Voil!

Wow.

What, you don't like it?

No, no, I love it.

Thank you, Robert.

That will take you

to Paris and straight to NYU in the fall.

It's a Hartmann.

It's nice.

It's a Hartmann.

They're very expensive.

ROBERT:
And that's not all.

The next thing is

for both my girls.

Got to get used

to saying that.

Robert and I were talking

and we thought...

BOTH:
Yeah?

Well, you and Emma

are both heading off to Paris tomorrow.

They are not gonna

know what hit 'em.

PAM:
And Meg is

free for the summer.

And we thought, you know, uh,

why not kick this

new sister thing into high gear?

What are you talking about?

Do you know what they're talking about?

No, I do not.

Meg is going

to Paris, too. (CHUCKLES)

And I'm upgrading everyone!

You would've said no.

No?

No to the sisterhood

of the traveling to France?

Are you crazy?

Who could pass that up?

Honey,

you don't have to do that.

In fact,

all through high school, all I could think,

on the few occasions Texas Barbie

managed to make it to class, was,

"When I finally

do go to Europe,

"I want it to be

with Emma Perkins."

Meg.

I don't even know

why she's going.

She'd be just as happy

at Six Flags on beer night.

Come on. It'll be fun.

I'm not Grace's babysitter.

And I'm not her sister,

no matter what

you and Pam do

with your lives.

(SIGHS) Why are

you doing this to me?

Because I don't know

how to make this any better.

You're 21.

You have one year

of college left.

You've stayed in

every weekend since the funeral.

You should be

going out there, with friends.

Going to parties,

living your life.

That's what Mom

would've wanted.

Of all the places

she traveled,

she always said Paris

was her favorite.

EMMA:
I guess, on the bright side, is

that we are being upgraded.

Not that it's gonna make

much of a difference anyway.

Everything is

so much better over there already.

OWEN:
Everything?

Yeah, they got the clothes

and the shoes.

Everything, huh?

Are you not coming in?

Don't go.

It's a week, Owen.

- Just stay here.

- You'll be fine.

And marry me.

Yeah.

Owen.

Yeah, I mean,

we been real serious for a while,

and I've been thinking

about asking you this.

- And where's the ring?

- The, uh...

- The ring.

- The ring. Uh...

Let me ask you something.

Do you think

you'd be asking me to marry you tonight

if I wasn't headed off

to the City of Love tomorrow?

I think you mean

the City of Lights.

Something big

is finally about to happen for me.

And you choose the night

before I leave to ask?

Emma, I got everything

I want right here in this truck.

Now, how about you?

I've never once been

outside of Texas.

Not once.

Well,

you go on, then.

Have yourself

a real nice trip.

Owen?

(ENGINE STARTS)

(COUNTRY MUSIC

PLAYING ON RADIO)

Fine.

I will.

And I'll send you a postcard.

Yeah, you do that.

Yeah, I said I will.

I might not be here

to get it.

Well, where are you

gonna be, huh?

Your "City of Lights"?

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