Ripple Effect Page #3

It's not just for you.

It's for all of us, baby.

I wanna be able, one day,

to kick back

and smell the roses.

I wanna sit with you

in a chair and say,

okay, we've done okay.

We're fine.

We don't need to put up

with any bullshit anymore.

I wanna sit down one day

and basically see that...

One day?

Look, I don't wanna put

more pressure on you,

and I love you.

But we've gotta sit down

like that once in while now.

Oh, my God.

Look who's here.

Dadula?

Robin...

You want Robin?

Say hi.

Dadula.

Dadula is here.

Dada, can you get Robin?

- Ow.

- Owie, what?

Your hand has a boo-boo?

Show me.

I should kiss it again?

What?

Could you please

just get Robin?

But you don't

wanna play with Dada?

No?

Tomorrow.

Will you get Robin?

You know what?

Why don't we

go find Robin.

I think she's

in your room.

And then we can

come back later.

Come on, sweetie.

Oh, it's okay.

It's all right.

I spilled some juice.

It's okay.

Come on.

Let's go get that cleaned up.

It's a bit of juice

I spilled on you.

It's okay.

It's just that

it's her favorite -

her favorite dress.

It's okay, honey.

Here, take your juice.

Listen...

Robin is

her imaginary friend.

And I'm Dada.

I'm Dada.

I know.

But she misses her Dada, okay?

She misses him a lot.

So, she's four.

I know.

And she's just playing

a little game with you.

She's trying

to punish you.

I'm gonna go

play with her.

- I'm gonna go.

- It's all right.

I am an immigrant.

Don't make fun of me.

I have a dream.

- It's been a long time.

- Fifteen years.

Fifteen years, man.

Look at you.

You're a model.

That's my stuff.

So, I read it.

It's impressive.

Thank you.

I don't get it,

but I like it.

It's all pockets.

You're making fun of me.

- I'm making fun of you.

- It's good to see you, man.

It's good to see you.

Remember the last

time we saw each other?

Granada?

That little place

with the sardines?

You were surrounded by...

We were surrounded...

You were surrounded by

young seoritas and then

you were just engulfed.

You were swallowed up.

And I didn't see you

again for three days.

Well, I didn't see you

again, period, actually.

I waited three days

for you to surface.

I asked around town

in my broken Spanish.

Nobody knew

anything about you.

I hopped a train,

I flew back home.

Fifteen years later,

you knock on my door.

Are you saying that,

uh, I shouldn't?

No. I'm not saying that.

I'm saying that

and no phone call,

no letter, no e-mail.

Life has a funny way

of turning things around, man.

You became a billionaire.

What do I do -

calling a billionaire, man?

How's your mom?

She died about three years

ago of pancreatic cancer.

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