[woman] Previously on The Fosters...
My foster father caught my little brother
wearing one of his ex-wife's dresses.
Started beating the crap out of him.
Foster siblings are not allowed to...
- Hook up? - There's nothing going on between Callie and I.
You look nice.
What do you want from me?
Stimulating conversation... and sex.
You could have any girl you wanted.
Why'd it have to be my best friend?
- You read her journal? - Yes. Just listen to me...
I can't do this anymore! I'm done.
- She told you. - She didn't tell me what it said.
I already know everything I need to know about you.
Callie, wait.
- Oh, my God. - What?
I meant to pick up some guacamole from that place you love.
Oh, that stuff's so good, too.
Sorry, Mariana called, then Jude needed me, and I just... forgot.
Remember when you used to love me?
Don't do that. I feel terrible.
I guess, just salsa will be fine...
Hey, where do you think you're going?
Can't we just go up and play video games?
No, no. You know the rules.
No girls allowed in your bedroom unless one of us is upstairs.
So, we're just supposed to stay here,
hang out with your lame old friends all night?
Sandra just spent 20 minutes telling us
how she installed her own toilet. That's not fair.
No, what's not fair is when I make you start cleaning up
all the dirty plates around the house,
because you just called our friends lame and old.
Knock yourself out.
- Taking out the trash? - Hey, enough. Go, go, go.
Lexi, you can help.
Why does she have to be here?
She is your brother's girlfriend.
Look, I know that this has got to be hard for you right now,
- but she's your best friend. - Not anymore.
Just like families, sometimes friends fight.
And lie to your face?
And they still love you no matter what.
Yeah, well... if that's love, I don't want it.
- Mariana! - Oh, my God, Garret!
- Mariana, you look beautiful. - Where are your mothers?
Kitchen.
Wow, you look... different.
Puberty. Turns out the rumor's true. It really does change things.
That's what happens when we don't see each other for a year.
What's happening with you? Tell me everything. Max detail. Go.
Thank you for bringing the casserole.
- Vegetarian? - Vegan.
We can barely get food on the table three times a day.
I don't know how you guys find time to be so healthy.
I don't do it. All credit to the chef in the family.
- Where's Stef? - She's out back, womaning the grill.
That's the nicest thing she's said to me in I don't know how long.
We're going through a rough patch.
- We all go through those. - Yeah, did they usually last two years?
Is everything OK?
We're talking about splitting up.
What?
No, that's impossible. You can't do that, you're Kelly and Jenna.
I know.
After 20 years, you start thinking it's really forever,
that nothing can pull you apart.
- So, what changed? - I don't know.
We did, I guess. You know how it is,
you're so focused on kids, work, and paying the bills,
that you stop paying attention to each other.
All the things you used to do for each other, the little stuff...
one day, you start forgetting to do those things,
and you think, "It doesn't matter."
Then the next day,
you stop caring that you forgot in the first place.
And before long, you realize all you have in common is the routine.
And since I've been obsessed with Ferlinghetti for a year,
I decided to try poetry.
So, I'm writing a piece for a poetry slam this week.
What's a poetry slam?
It's sort of like a concert, but with poems instead of songs.
Think hip-hop meets the Beat poets.
You know, Ginsberg and Kerouac.
Oh, yeah, I totally love them.
The art house in Hillcrest is playing On the Road.
From the novel. You know, by Kerouac.
Oh, right.
You want to check it out with me?
OK.
Having fun?
It's kind of a weird party.
Yeah, my moms have a lot of weird friends.
- I mean, everybody's nice. - [Wyatt] Hey.
Hey, what's he doing here?
I invited him.
- Hey. - Hey.
Wow, this is quite the rager.
Lighten up, dude. I'm kidding.
Yeah, I know. Just don't call me dude.
[Lena] Did you get enough to eat, Jude?
Yeah.
OK, see this is a dry dish.
- And this is me not caring. - Watch your mouth, young man.
What? If you like how he does it so much better,
he can come over every night and do it.
So, Jenna told me that Garret is doing some poetry slam.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
I was thinking, maybe we could all go
if he makes it to performance round.
It'd be a nice break from volleyball and television...
Might even learn something.
- I'm in. - Ooh, learning. Cool.
- Wow. - I'll go.
Not your thing?
No, no, just... Yeah, it's not my thing.
Well, it's your choice, but we'd love to have you join us.
If it's OK, I think I'm just going to pass.
OK, manual labor's done.
I got to get home. Thank you, guys, for a fun night.
- Thank you for helping us. - Very nice to meet you, Wyatt.
- Pleasure. - OK.
- Yeah, nice to meet you, Wyatt. - You, too, big guy. See you.
¶ It's not where you come from ¶
¶ It's where you belong ¶
¶ Nothing I would trade ¶
¶ I wouldn't have it any other way ¶
¶ You're surrounded by love and you're wanted ¶
¶ Never feel alone ¶
¶ You're at home with me ¶
¶ Right where you belong ¶¶
[sighs] All right.
- Goodnight. - Goodnight.
Hey, what are you doing with that guy?
That guy is the only person I've met at school
who isn't completely freaked out by me.
Just be careful with him.
What's that supposed to mean?
- He used to date Talya. - So?
It's not that. I mean...
OK, he was really into her for awhile,
then he convinced her to have sex with him.
- Yeah? - And then he dumped her.
The next day. Just trust me, he's not a good guy.
Isn't it Jesus's week to help with laundry?
Yeah, I told him not to bother.
The last time he did it my white linen pants
came out of the dryer as pink capris.
[chuckling] Yeah.
So, Jenna told me that she and Kelly may be splitting up.
What? No way. What? You're kidding.
I know. Jenna said they haven't had sex in over a year.
Oh, dear.
That is a long time to let it go, isn't it.
How long has it been for us?
Uh, it was last...
If you have to think about it, it's been too long.
[sighs] Sweetheart, what do you expect?
We have jobs, five kids, and no cleaning person.
Can't expect things to be the way they used to be.
They shouldn't be this different.
Let's have a date night. You know, like we used to.
With cocktails, and dinner, and then other stuff...
Mm-hm. You think we have time for all that?
How about just the "other stuff" part?
I can handle that. Let me check my phone.
Let's see.
- Tomorrow's not great. - Why?
Jude has his tutor and you have to take
Brandon to his dentist appointment.
No, I thought you were taking Brandon.
No, I can't. I have to talk to the tutor about Jude's mid-terms.
OK, how about this? How about...
You leave work early, I will take a late lunch. The house will be empty.
And there will be no kids to worry about.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
Do we have any antacids? Your chimichangas are killing me...
[¶ Clare Bowditch: Are You Ready Yet? ]
What time are your parents coming home?
Not for hours.
¶ Gathering rocks to keep you down... ¶
- Are you OK? - I'm great, I just...
Just need a little break.
We don't have to stop.
Really?
¶ Gathering rocks to keep you down ¶
¶ And nobody knows how to get ¶
¶ To the middle of you... ¶
I like that color.
Are you sure it's not too much?
I'm going for the "I'm being carelessly casual but just happen
to be fabulous" look for my date tonight.
It's pretty.
Do you want me to do yours?
- Come on, let me do yours. - OK.
So, anything new and exciting in your world?
Made any new friends?
Well, there is this one boy.
- Oh? - His name is Connor,
and we have math class together.
- What's he like? - I don't know. He's pretty cool.
Uh, don't wear that to school. OK, buddy?
You don't have to do everything she says, you know...
[¶ down-tempo rock]
What happened with you and Talya?
My night was great.
And yes, this is a new shirt, thanks for noticing.
- It does bring out my eyes. - Everything's not a joke.
OK, wow, you're going for this direct thing.
This is Brandon, right? He told you this?
Talya and I,
we hung out, she seemed chill,
I liked her, and we had sex.
And that's supposed to make you, what exactly? Feel like a real man?
You wanted to know what happened. I'm just giving you the full story.
As soon as we did it, she changed.
She got all weird and controlling.
In case you haven't noticed, that's not really my thing.
So, after a couple weeks, I let her know I wasn't into it anymore.
So, you didn't break up with her the next day?
I did not. Everyone thinks she's one of those nice girls,
she's actually kind of crazy.
Ah... Sorry.
Apology not accepted.
What?
If you think you can just attack me...
- Wasn't an attack. - ...and say you're sorry and it's all better?
Mm-mm. I'm not some pushover who takes a hit and comes back for more.
You're going to have to make it up to me.
Tomorrow night.
And do what?
I don't know yet.
Well, I'll have to ask Lena and Stef.
They'll say yes.
You're confident.
[sighs] Well, I didn't stick around and dry dishes
just because I like cleaning up after other people.
- [laughs] - See you tomorrow.
- [bell rings] - It was not.
I swear, it was a 55-pound white seabass.
My dad weighed it. It was crazy big.
- You fish? - I've never even been on a boat.
How do you grow up by the beach but never get on a boat?
You have to come next time my dad takes me out.
- Really? - Wait, I forgot my book.
- Nice nails. - You wearing a bra, too?
Why don't you guys just grow up?
What'd you just say?
I said grow up, idiot.
- Who're you calling an idiot? - What's going on here?
Blake, Jeremy. Principal's office. Now.
Hey. Brought you something.
They had the good ones in the cafeteria today.
I know you like them, so...
Thanks.
Are you OK?
Yeah, I'm fine.
You sure?
What if I get pregnant?
- That's not going to happen. - You don't know that.
My parents...
My parents would kill me.
Yes, I need a morning-after pill, please.
Thanks.
Hi. I'm picking up for my son, Jesus Foster.
And this, please.
Hey!
What is going on?
- Lena? - Upstairs!
Uh, I am here with Jesus.
Could you come down for a minute, please?
Why is Mom home so early?
You are not in a position to be asking questions.
Hey, what's going on?
Last night, I...
Last night, Lexi and I had sex.
Oh, my God.
OK...
And?
And we didn't use protection.
How many times have we talked about this?
I know, but it... just sort of happened.
And then it was too late.
Well, we needed the morning-after pill,
but I guess you have to have ID to buy it.
Neither of us have ID, so...
I asked some lady at the pharmacy to get the pill for us.
And that's when Mom found me.
Jesus, how many ways do we have to tell you to come to us?
Why didn't you come to us?
To avoid this.
I don't know what to say.
So, can I give it to her?
Your mom and I need to talk about this. Please go to your room.
I know it was stupid, but Lexi thought it was the only thing to do.
- Why? - She's afraid her parents are going to find out and freak.
We did everything we were supposed to do...
Open dialogue, no stigmatizing,
no fear based warnings. We even put condoms in their bathroom.
We can't blame ourselves, honey.
I know, I know. I'm just...
- Really disappointed. - I know.
So, now what?
- We give her the pill. - What about her parents?
What about her parents.
If this were Mariana, we would want to know.
We can't go making decisions for other people's kids.
OK, what if she gets pregnant, Lena?
You know how religious her parents are.
They're certainly not going to let her terminate.
They're going to want them to get married.
Do you want Jesus to be married and a father at 15?
Please quit reminding me that they're 15.
- Well, they are. - There's always adoption.
I... Do you really want them to go through that?
- 'Cause I got to tell you... - I have a responsibility here.
I am her vice principal.
And I am not.
Can we just take a beat, please?
This is not the kind of thing we act on
without thinking it through first.
[sighs] I'm going to go get dressed.
You didn't like it, did you.
Of course, I liked it.
On the Road is like a classic.
It's just... I don't know,
I feel like everyone was kind of selfish,
and just angry and didn't care about anyone else.
They had a lot to be angry about.
They were looking for answers and
no one else was even asking the questions.
OK, I guess I didn't like it.
Maybe next time we can go see The Lone Ranger.
So, you want to come in? We can, I don't know, watch TV or something.
TV's not really my thing.
Besides, I got to meet up with a friend.
I promised I'd help her rehearse a poem
for the first round of the Slam tomorrow.
The second round's supposed to be a big to-do.
But, thanks for a fun time.
- Yeah, sure. - See you later.
No, I'm serious.
It's like he didn't even know it was a date.
Maybe he didn't. Why do you care anyway?
Well, we're not all as lucky as you.
You just got here, you don't even try,
and you already have a boyfriend.
Wyatt, not a boyfriend.
He sure seems like a boyfriend.
Look, if Garret wants to hang out
with some alternative poetry girls, let him.
Besides, do you really want to date a guy
whose pants are tighter than yours?
They were kind of tight, huh?
How're you holding up?
I'm fine.
[mutes TV]
Do you want to talk about anything?
What's going on?
Jude just had a rough day yesterday.
Some of the kids were giving him a hard time.
What happened? Are you OK?
He's fine. But, a couple of the guys noticed his nail polish...
I told you not to go to school with it on, Jude.
Go take it off. Now.
Stop telling me what to do.
Callie, Jude's a special kid.
I appreciate what you're trying to do, Lena,
but what makes him special, gets him beat up.
Well, he's safe in this house.
And thank you for that, really,
but we're not staying here.
I don't want him to start thinking the world is like this,
and then we move, and then he gets even more hurt
when he figures out that it's not.
[knocking]
- Hey. Hello. - Hey, Wyatt.
Oh, wait, before you go.
It's an old one of Stef's. We want you to have it.
You're on the family plan now.
- Thanks. - So, 10 o'clock, and not a second later.
- Got it? - Got it.
Oh, I'm glad to hear that, but I wasn't talking to you.
Ten o'clock.
Yeah.
Where's she going?
On a date with Wyatt.
What about you? Any plans?
Um... No.
[¶ Jesse Thomas: Brave ]
¶ My heart is steady now ¶
¶ I'm ready ¶
¶ To say these words that leave me heavy... ¶
So, when do I get to know what we're doing here?
Wait and see.
Come on.
You have a beach house?
My parents do. Pretty much never use it.
[laughs] OK, what are we doing here?
You hear about that meteor shower tonight?
What about it?
Front row seats. Come on.
The sun's about to set.
May I?
You know, just a little dab will do the trick.
Do you mind?
OK.
When Stef and I are at home,
we hold hands and kiss...
Really?
Well, we used to do it a lot more often,
but we've just been really busy lately.
What does being busy have to do with holding hands?
OK, we're getting a little off-track here.
My point is,
sometimes when we're out in a new neighborhood
or walking home late to our car, we won't hold hands.
Why?
Some people out there
are afraid of what's different,
and sometimes they want to hurt people like Stef and me.
So, every time we're out and I want to hold Stef's hand,
but I decide not to?
I get mad.
And mad at the people who might want to hurt us,
but mad at myself, too, for not standing up to them.
'Cause the thing is,
if you're taught to hide what makes you different,
you can end up feeling a lot of shame about who you are,
and that's not OK.
There's nothing wrong with you for wearing nail polish,
just like there's nothing wrong with me for holding Stef's hand.
What's wrong is the people out there who make us feel unsafe.
[Callie] It's beautiful.
You mean that dense layer of clouds
that's keeping us from seeing anything
or the loud plane that keeps flying over?
[both laughing]
- Well, you tried. - I tried.
Valiant effort.
You have an eye booger.
Oh, my God... Seriously?
No, I'm just making it up to make you feel good about yourself.
- Other side. - All right...
It's still there, you just moved it.
- OK. - I'll get it.
[door opens]
I thought you said your parents never use the house.
Yeah, this isn't my house. We got to go.
[panting] What the hell was that?
I did a construction job at that house last summer.
I really thought they only used the place on weekends.
- Are you freakin' kidding me? - [police sirens]
I'm on probation! You understand what could have happened
- if they caught us? - I'm sorry...
I was just trying to impress you.
Well, congratulations.
I'm blown away by your utter lack of regard for anyone but yourself.
I have to be home in a half hour.
Good luck getting through the police barricade to get to my car.
It's too soon?
[keyboard playing]
[sighs]
[phone vibrates]
Hey.
[girl] And wisps of dirty hair cling to your angry face
There is a tiny bit of mustard burrowed in the crack of your frown
And this is when I know And this is when it changes
And this is the way I will remember you
[clapping, cheers]
You seriously did great. Like, Andrea Gibson great.
I couldn't have done it without you.
[laughs]
Hey, what are you doing here?
Um, I'm performing. You kind of inspired me.
Oh, OK. That's great.
I'm sorry. Mariana, this is Savannah.
Savannah, this is Mariana. She's a friend of my family.
I like your outfit, and your poem was really cool.
Oh. Thanks.
Mom.
I'm guessing you're not here for a little mother-son time?
Did you guys decide about the pill yet?
We're still thinking, Jesus.
OK, but, Lexi's kind of freaking out, because...
Well, it's called the morning-after pill for a reason, you know?
Yes. I know.
This is one of those things we'll laugh about tomorrow.
It's unlikely.
- Thanks for coming. - Sure.
Thanks for bailing us out, bro.
I'm not your bro.
Blooming like a rose in spring
Blossoming like an Easter lily
Your smile is a flower on the garden of your face.
- [light applause] - Woo!
That was really nice.
- Thanks. - All right.
Thank you so very much for coming.
We're impressed. So, for tomorrow's round-two performance,
we'd like to use...
Matt DeVry, Alice Lewis,
Gabriella DuPont, Savannah George, and Mo Peters...
and closing the night out will be Garret Paul.
Let's give all the performers a hand.
Thanks for coming out.
- Sorry. - It's cool.
Closing the show, huh? Nice.
Excuse me. Hi...
I was just wondering if you could tell me why I didn't make it?
You know, so I can be better prepared for next time.
This is your first performance, right?
You did an amazing job, really.
We're just looking for something different.
A little more raw, you know? But you'll get there.
- Hey, I said I was sorry. - And I said it was OK.
- Why are you acting so mad? - You really have to ask?
You just had me pick you up on a date with Wyatt!
Why do you hate Wyatt so much?
This isn't even about Wyatt.
[laughs] OK?
I don't want you dating Wyatt
because I don't want you dating anyone.
I can't...
- I can't do this. - Well, too bad.
Even having this conversation could
get me and Jude kicked out of the house.
- That would never happen. - You don't know that.
Two years ago, Jude and I were in a really good foster home.
Definitely the best before coming here.
And they had a son.
And he was really nice to me. So, we started hanging out.
And then the parents found out.
And he told them it was my fault,
I was coming on to him.
And the next day,
the next day, they had me and Jude sent away.
And the parents told CPS some excuse.
They didn't want to admit that their son was having
a relationship with the trashy foster girl.
So, yeah, Brandon. It can happen...
because it already did.
I'm not like him. I would never do that.
It doesn't matter. It still ends the same way.
Admit it, you want me to apologize.
I don't, because it doesn't matter.
No, you want me to apologize so you can forgive me
and everything can go back to normal because you like me.
So I like you because you're reckless and presumptuous?
That's interesting.
You're not as good of a liar as you think you are.
Look, I've done a lot of stupid things in my life,
I haven't regretted any of it, until last night.
I should not have done what I did.
I regret it. And I'm sorry.
So, how long are you going to leave me hanging here?
We good?
Come on, it's not like I'm asking you to marry me.
Just give me another chance, all right?
You OK?
These lips take a while to process, I know.
[laughs] I'm fine.
[¶ pop]
Are you sure you're OK?
I'm not feeling great, but I'm OK. Yeah.
But, this... all of this is too much.
I think we need to...
Well, stop doing what we did. At least for a little while.
And if that means you don't like me...
Hey, hey.
I like you. I'm not going anywhere, OK?
[¶ up-tempo]
[phone beeps]
¶ Give your stories Break your shell ¶
¶ And the fire is felt ¶
¶ And I am an open book as well ¶
¶ I have an inkling ¶
¶ You're gonna love me ¶
¶ I have an inkling ¶
¶ You're gonna love me ¶
¶ Before the night is over ¶
¶ Before the night is through ¶¶
Hey.
Want half? Their peanut butter is all weird and oily
but it's still pretty good if you add sugar.
Why are you still wearing that?
Because I like it.
Well, take it off before you get a black eye to match.
- No. - What?
I'm not taking it off.
You want to get beat up again?
Yeah, that's exactly what I want.
Look, I know it's easy to feel comfortable here,
but this isn't our home.
You shouldn't get too invested in these people.
Why not? Don't you want a family?
- I have a family. - It's not...
I like them. They're nice.
And maybe it's not forever, but so what?
You're going to get hurt.
I already hurt.
[door opens]
Sorry to bother you. Do you have a minute?
Of course. Come on in.
Have a seat.
What's up?
I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry if I disappointed you.
You and Stef have been a second family to me.
Have you thought any more about talking to your mom?
Oh. No, I can't. She'd lose it.
I mean, if she ever found out that you guys gave me the pill,
she'd go crazy.
My mom can get so mad.
Your mom's not the only one.
OK...
I just wanted to say thank you.
- You'll tell Stef for me? - Oh, I definitely will.
Were you going to tell me?
I was, when you got home. Can we please talk in here.
Well, instead I had to learn from a 15 year old girl
that my partner went behind my back.
I'm sorry, but I knew you felt a responsibility
to Lexi's parents because you're her vice principal.
I did it so you did not have to.
- How generous. - That's not productive.
We make decisions about our children together.
Yes, absolutely we do.
But waiting to make a decision could have made our son a father at 15.
I knew you were in an awkward position. I was very careful.
I talked her through everything,
and I made sure she knew this was a last resort.
Tell me you're not relieved.
Hey, we've been waiting for you. We got to go...
We're gonna be late. Everybody please come downstairs.
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Where's Mariana?
Probably sticking pins in a voodoo doll of Lexi.
- Hey, cool it. You owe us. - I'm sorry.
Yeah, cool it...
Who you telling to cool it?
Will you go get her, please?
- Why do I have to go? - Because you're our favorite.
Hey... Is it too late for me to tag along?
No, of course not. We'd love it.
Mariana, you in there?
Mariana?
[sighs] Moms are going to kill you.
Nice of you to join us, Miss Thing.
What happened to your face?
- Do you like it? - No, I don't like it.
- Did it hurt? - Sort of.
Of course it hurt. You punched a hole in your face.
OK, enough. We'll deal with you later.
Let's go. Everybody in the car.
What is happening?
[half laughs]
What's happening?
[applause]
Last Tuesday night,
my mother Jenna comes into the house
I'm sitting in the living room with my other mom, Kelly.
Jenna asks us if we'll take a drive with her, so we all get in the car.
And as we drive, silence creeps along like the cracks in a frozen lake.
Our hearts begin to thud slowly,
off beat.
And I wonder and then I know.
And I didn't imagine it would end like this.
I didn't imagine an ending at all,
but if they were going to tell me about the divorce,
what a way to do it.
I sit in the backseat and think about
how lucky we were to have had this family.
Their 20 years of marriage, my 15 with them.
I remember all of us, driving for miles out on the highway
until I fell asleep in the backseat.
I don't want this life to end, Jenna starts to talk.
She tells me that our car
is just 13 miles away from reaching 100,000 miles now.
I wonder if this is part of the divorce speech or just a distraction.
I feel angry, they should just say it.
She tells me the reason we took this ride
is so that we could all be there to reach 100,000 miles together,
as the people who matter in her life.
Slowly, I realize that this isn't a breakup ride
or a divorce ride, or a separation ride.
This is a 100,000 mile ride.
We're in the car, and we're driving on a Tuesday night,
and we're 99,987 miles in.
We stop for onion rings and sundaes, keep driving.
99,993 miles, Stevie Nicks.
99,997 miles, Elton John.
When we get to 999,999 miles we hold hands,
blast Melissa Etheridge, and sing Lucky at the top of our lungs.
There are too many reasons that my mamas found love in each other's presence.
There are too many moments when we are unbreakable,
and in this moment, we are one family.
Constructing road as we go, burning bridges behind us,
adding mileage like graceful aging.
Driving in our car towards moonlight.
[applause, cheering]
All right, Garret! Woo!
Hey. Congrats. You totally blew everyone away.
Aw, thanks.
At least we got the happy ending for one night.
What do you mean?
My moms are splitting up. They don't think I know.
- Oh, my God. I'm sorry... - Me, too.
- What's up with the face art? - You like?
Yeah, why'd you do it?
I don't know. Just trying something new.
You know, a little edgier.
You don't have to try so hard.
You're already pretty great.
[Stef] Will be in in a minute, you guys.
So, they're really getting a divorce?
They really are.
Oh, my God. I can't imagine.
- Thank God. - What?
I mean, "Thank God you can't imagine."
- Mm. - I can't either.
I thought they would be together forever, you know...
I guess everybody thinks that when they start a family.
I'm sorry about the way I handled the pill thing.
- Not the giving it part... - Thank you.
I'm sorry I forgot to buy your guacamole.
[laughs]
- You really are a saint. - Pretty much.
- A hot saint. - Really?
Oh, yeah.
- Wait, we can't do this. - Why not?
The kids are right inside.
They're going to come looking for us? Please.
[music playing]
Why don't we take this somewhere more comfortable?
OK... Hold up, my foot's stuck.
- [horn honks] - Stop! Sh...
[giggling]