One is yours.

You raise limousines, too?

No. Amelia, this is Joseph.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

The elegant European woman didn't stay for tea...

Thanks.

But the promise of tomorrow hung in the air.

[ Car door shuts ]

MIA: Ooh!

Uh, Princess?

Princess, may I point out...

That no matter how many times you push it...

It will go up and down the same way.

MIA: Joseph, can we eighty-six the flags? Please?

No.

The flags allow me to park anywhere.

We keep the flags.

Sorry, Joseph.

You can call me Joe.

Joey?

Heh heh heh heh.

No. Joe.

Did I miss something?

Are we going to a wedding?

Uh, no. School.

No, this is the surprise ride.

[ Speaking foreign language ]

MIA: This is Joe.

Joe, Lilly. Lilly, Joe.

LILLY: Hi, it's nice to meet you.

You know you look like Shaft?

Yes. Excuse me.

- You want a ride, right? - Yeah, totally.

Hey, I got it.

Of course.

- OK. - Oh, my word!

JOE: Please fasten your seat belts, ladies.

LILLY: Is your mother dating an undertaker?

Uh, no.

This long-lost grandmother showed up...

And she wants me to use it.

- And? - I--I don't know.

I guess she's just trying to be nice...

To get me to like her.

LILLY: Oh.

MIA: Hey, Joe?

Can you please park a block away from school?

I don't want to cause a riot with this hearse.

This is a non-riot hearse.

And if it were a hearse...

There would be silence in the back seat.

[ Girls laughing ]

CHEERLEADERS: Hey there, ho there

How do you do?

This is Grove Lions saying hi to you.

Go Lions! Roror!

P.A.: This is a reminder.

Virtual homework may not be submitted...

For actual credit.

FONTANA: Tell me, Mia.

Is it true about your speech?

Are you really speaking at the Bulimic Convention?

So you can speak and barf at the same time?

[ Vomiting sounds ]

[ Vomiting sounds ]

MS. HARBULA: Good.

Good glove, Michael. Way to go.

I'll let this one go, Mia. Try catching.

Are you sure?

It's slow-pitch. Don't worry about it.

MIA: Oh.

Now get it and throw it back to the pitcher.

- OK. - Come on.

[ Crowd gasps ]

- I am so sorry. - Mm.

- I'm really-- - Mm.

- I didn't mean to-- - Mm.

- Can I help you? - Ice. Get me ice.

[ Trolley bell dings ]

LILLY: I'm on the verge of becoming a nutcase...

And my parents think I need an attitude adjustment.

MIA: Whoa, whoa, whoa!

LILLY: Sorry. Yeah, so my dad wants...

To take me to dinner tonight, just the two of us.

We ran out of things to talk about when I was 8.

MIA: At least your dad's still alive.

LILLY: Hey.

I thought you'd gotten over that.

It's been two months.

MIA: I know, I know.

But, after all, he was my dad.

Biologically, yes, but you never met the man.

Just a nice card and gift on your birthday for 15 years?

Be fair. They were beautiful presents.

Remember that Faberge merry-go-round he sent me?

That was nice.

And he paid for my school tuition.

- I guess so. - Lilly, I gotta run.

I gotta see your brother about my baby.

LILLY: OK, but let's take the limo tomorrow.

These hills are killing me.

MIA: You got it.

[ Rock music playing ]

[ Telephone rings ]

[ Rings ]

He fixes cars, he plays guitar...

And he can sing.

- He is so hot! - He is wicked sweet.

DOC: Hello. Talk loud, I got a band rehearsing.

MICHAEL: You've been listening to the sounds of Flypaper.

We're flying away now.

DOC: All right, stop yelling. They're finished.

Hey, that's-- It's sounding really good.

You know, Ned is really wailing.

Hello, Mia.

Hey, Doc.

So, what's the diagnosis for my baby?

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