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-[boy] Mr. Marcus Skinner, -[computer keys tapping]
care of the English Department, Stanford University.
Dear Mr. Skinner,
my name is Shaun Brumder, and I think you are a total genius.
I live in California, in a place called Orange County.
[rock guitar music playing]
A year ago, I was just another Orange County surfer,
spending my days at the beach with my buddies...
-[grunts] - playing volleyball...
-[boy] Whack it, Shaun! -Yeah!
And spending my nights around a bonfire, partying.
School was always a walk for me.
I did pretty well, without trying too hard.
Hey brother, there's a tropical storm three miles off Laguna. Let's go, dude! Surf's up!
-But I was easily distracted. -What about next period?
Twenty-footers, man! Screw your period!
Twenty-footers!
Then, last April,
me and my crew drove out to Emerald Cove
to catch some major tsunami waves.
[roaring, thundering]
I don't know, you guys.
Dude! Face the fear!
[screaming] This is intense!
Ya-hoo!
Righteous.
♪ Close your eyes And it's better ♪
♪ The story of my life ♪
Lonny always said that he wanted to die
eating foam in a massive wipeout.
-But I bet he's up in heaven right now -After Lonny drowned,
I did some heavy meditating-- I thought,
"Maybe there's more to life than extreme sports and trying to get laid.
Maybe there's a bigger purpose for me,
and I've just been too high to figure it out."
I was sitting on the beach, totally cogitating.
I looked down, and there, in the sand,
was a copy of your book.
-[surf music playing] -It was like a sign.
Like your book was calling out to me.
[deep male voice] "Read me."
For the next few days, I read it from cover to cover.
Your book totally captured what's it's like to be a teenager.
The excitement, the confusion, the horniness.
Sometimes I laughed so hard, I thought I was going to puke and die.
And other times, I cried.
-Shaun? Are you okay? -It's just so sad!
I read your book 52 times that month,
and I finally realized what I wanted to do with my life:
I want to be a writer.
I've been writing ever since. It's all I ever do.
All day and all night, sometimes.
It was hard to get going, but once I did, [muttering]
I couldn't stop.
I'm like a machine, and nothing else matters.
Guys, I'm sellin' my board.
-Dude! No. -I don't have time to surf.
-I need to focus on my writing. -Huh? What?
My friends think I've lost my mind.
-He's lost his mind. -Let's get lit and jump off the roof of my house.
Now you're talkin'.
I need some feedback, and there's no one here to help me.
Got your story here, Shaun. Wow.
I had the sneaking suspicion that my English teacher is illiterate.
Uh, I noticed you used a lot of big words.
Nice. Good for you.
It was a little long, so I didn't read the whole thing,
but who cares, 'cause I gave you an A.
-[grunting] -My brother Lance
is perpetually recovering from the night before.
[vomiting]
[coughing] I'm sorry. I don't feel good.
[continues retching]
My girlfriend is the only one who's actually read my work,
but she's always so positive, it's hard to take her seriously.
-It's like the best story I've ever read. -Really?
[giggles] It's funny and original.
I mean, I think it could be a movie.
[people shouting, horns honking]
I don't know if Orange County's the best environment for an aspiring writer.
So I'm applying to Stanford, to study with you.
-You are a shoo-in. -[chuckling, stammering]
Do you think I should apply to some safety schools?
No need. Don't you be a scaredy-cat.
There's no doubt in my mind that you're gonna go to Berkeley.
-Stanford. -Yes, Stanford is where you're going, mister.
I'm sending you a copy of my story.
Hopefully, with your wisdom and guidance,
I will one day be a real writer.
I look forward to seeing you in the fall, Mr. Skinner.
Your greatest admirer, Shaun Brumder.
♪ Adjectives On the typewriter ♪
♪ He moves his words Like a prizefighter ♪
♪ The frenzied pace Of the mind inside ♪
♪ The cell ♪
♪ The man on the street Might just as well be ♪
♪ The man on the street Might just as well ♪
♪ The man on the street Might just ♪
♪ As well be ♪
♪ Outside Outside the wall ♪
♪ Out there you don't hear The echoes and calls ♪
♪ But the steel eye Tight jaw ♪
♪ Say it all Say it all ♪
♪ But the white paint Plastic saints ♪
♪ Say it all, say it all Say it all ♪
♪ Say it all, say it all ♪
-♪ Say it all, say it all ♪ -♪ Say it all, say it all ♪
-[beeps, stops] - ♪ say somebody ♪
- ♪ Forgot to say it all ♪ -[banging, screaming]
[groans] Watch it, man.
What are you doing, lying here?
Oh, my parole officer wants to give me a drug test, and I need your urine.
Could I score some of your piss ?
-Yeah. -Awesome, man.
[coughing, wheezing]
-Bob? -[women arguing]
-Bob, are you okay? -[Bob moaning]
-Mom. Hey, Mom! -[screaming]
-What? -Somethin's wrong with Bob.
-Did you feed him his pills today? -I don't know.
-Is he okay? -[Bob, whooping] No.
You gotta remember to feed him his pills, Mom.
Lupe! Did you give Bob his pills?
-I'm not a nurse. -[Bob wheezing]
Shaun, you've got to get rid of her right now.
Okay, baby? She has a bad attitude.
And she's-- you stole my palm pilot.
You did! Admit it.
-That's it. -No, you did.
[speaking Spanish]
Yeah. It's over.
What ? What, Shaun, what happened ? What'd she say?
She's sorry.
And she thinks you're an incredible lady.
Listen, Mom, when the mail comes, will you call me on my cell?
'Cause I'm supposed to hear from Stanford today.
Oh.
Oh, come on. Don't get upset, Mom!
All right? You knew this day was gonna come.
I'm just going to college. It's not like I'm leaving the planet!
-Mom, get a grip! -No! I won't. I'm going back to bed.
-Shaun, check this out. You gotta check this out. -Dude, Chad is such a mooch.
-Don't call me a punk. Don't call me a punk. -You're a punk!
[both jabbering at Shaun, indistinct]
-Who paid for parking? Who paid? -Cause "stinge-king" over here--
I don't remember you paying for anything in your sorry life.
Yeah, of course you don't remember when someone else pays.
-Whenever you pay, it's "stop the press." -You guys know it's April 15th?
A year ago today, Lonny died.
-No way, dude. That's true. -Whoa.
Can't believe it's been a whole year.
Well, I was thinkin' that, you know, maybe we should do something.
-In his memory. -Yeah.
We should pull a killer prank. We should go jump off something, dudes.
Yeah, bro, or blow something up.
Maybe we should go on down to Emerald Cove and have a little surf in Lonny's memory.
Dude, Shaun doesn't surf anymore, stupid.
Oh, yeah. I forgot, he doesn't surf or skate or pick his butt, dude.
[Shaun's friends continue jabbering, indistinct]
Principal Harbert, as you may know,
there was an oil spill last week, off the coast of Redondo?
And today's paper just says hundreds of seagulls have been affected.
So I propose a school-sponsored fund-raiser
with all the proceeds going to the seagull rehabilitation fund.
As the community service leader, I think we would be morally remiss
-if we did nothing for these seagulls. -Fine.
One more. Last one.
After this, we'll let all sick and endangered animals die
horrible deaths.
Agreed? Now, people, June is just around the corner.
Let's talk graduation speakers. Ideas?
Toni Morrison. She's in town that same weekend for a book-signing.
She's won the Nobel prize. [chuckles]
Interesting. Dana?
Didn't you say you have a cousin who's friends with Britney Spears ?
-Yeah. Best friends. -[Britney] ♪ Oh, baby, baby ♪
Now, when I say Romeo and Juliet, who comes to mind ?
-Dana? -Claire Danes.
That's right. Claire Danes. Who else?
-[boy] Leonardo DiCaprio. -Right. Who else?
You know, someone else was involved in that movie
who in some ways is as famous as Leonardo DiCaprio.
And his name's William Shakespeare.
And some great movies are based on his plays.
Hamlet. West Side Story.
Talented Mr. Ripley. Waterworld.
Gladiator. Chocolat.
[coughs] Mr. Burke.
As you know, my boyfriend drowned in a surfing accident.
I don't think I can handle Romeo and Juliet right now.
-Emotionally. -Tanya, Lonny died a year ago.
Well, sometimes it takes decades to recover from a tragedy like this.
You only went out with him for two weeks!
-Tanya, your mom's outside. You got into Stanford! -Oh!
♪ Let it shine Oh, let it shine ♪
-[woman on TV, indistinct] -[phone ringing]
-Aah. -[rings]
-Hello? -Hey, Lance, can you do me a favor?
-Who are you lookin' for? -It's Shaun!
[yelling] Shaun, pick up the phone!
-[woman on TV continues] -He's not here.
[beeping, hanging up]
-[ringing] -What?
Lance, will you please just go to the door and tell me if the mail's there.
-I'm begging you. -Fine. Fine.
Do I have to turn on your computer?
No, no, no, no, no. No. Just go to the front door.
The mail would be in the mailbox.
Okay. You owe me one, buddy.
Yeah, it's here.
♪ Now I'm on my way ♪
♪ I'm on my way ♪
[tires screeching]
-[Sponge Bob] Today's the big day, Gary. -[Lance chuckling]
-[meowing] -[Sponge Bob] Look at me. I'm naked!
-[door closes] -[snores]
Lance! Where is it?
-[Sponge Bob] Gotta be in top physical condition-- -Come on !
-Where is it? Come on. Where's the mail? -I don't know.
-Are you sittin' on it? -No! Oh, dude, I see it. On the floor.
-[snores] -[Lance] Push him!
Bob? Bob, I'm moving your chair.
[screams in pain]
[panting] This is it.
This is my future, right here in this envelope.
Hey! You're blockin' the tube!
Oh. Sorry.
"We regret to inform you that your application to Stanford University
was not accepted."
Wait. What? Wh--
I didn't get in?
Wh-- uh-- bu--
-[giggling] -I don't get it!
No. I don't underst-- I w--
You're overreacting, dude.
I didn't get into college, and check me out!
-I'm kick-ass. -[mother] Shaun. Shaun?
What's wrong?
Something horrible has happened.
Is Bob dead? Did something break?
I got rejected from Stanford.
Oh. Oh, Shaun.
Oh, baby, I'm sorry.
Aw, it's okay! I'm so sorry! [laughing]
You're just going to have to go somewhere closer to home. That's all.
And you get to keep living here, with Lance...
And Bob and me.
[rock music playing]
Okay. And are you a student here?
Yes, I'm a student here. I'm Shaun Brumder. I'm the class president.
And you didn't get into Stanford? Too bad. Tough break.
Where else did you apply?
Nowhere. You told me I was a shoo-in.
Nowhere? Not even a safety school?
-You said, "Shoo-in." -Let's calm down. Let's see what we can do.
I'm just gonna pull up your file.
[keys tapping]
Well, looks here like your GPA Is what, 2.5,
and your SATs combined are 940?
No. No, that's low.
940? No. No, no, no, no, no. I had a 1520.
No, it says 940.
That's not my transcript. That-that's Shane Brainard's transcript.
-And you are? -Shaun Brumder.
Mm.
No. No.
You didn't.
You couldn't have! Aah!
You sent in the wrong transcript?
-What's up, Shane? -You guys. I got into Stanford!
-Cool. -I applied as a joke and they let me in!
I'm freakin' out!
-No, I didn't. No, I didn't. -Yes, you did. Yes, you did!
You just don't throw accusations around here. This is nobody's fault.
Yes, it is! It's your fault!
You know you're screeching at me?
Because you are a moron. Now, listen to me, lady--
[warlike shouts]
[sighs, grunts]
Code red! Code red! Co-- call 9-1-1. Code red! Call 9-1-1!
♪ Come, my lady, Come, come, my lady ♪
♪ You're my butterfly Sugar, baby ♪
♪ Come, my lady Come, come, my lady ♪
♪ You're my butterfly Sugar, baby ♪
♪ You're such a sexy, sexy Pretty little thing ♪
[continues, indistinct]
Hey! Watch it!
Tanya! I got into... Yale.
I gotta get outta here.
I gotta get outta Orange County.
Shaun? Where are you going?
I'm going to my dad's. Ow!
All right. I'm gonna go in there,
and I'm gonna say to my dad that he abandoned our family,
and if he wants to make it up to me,
well then, he can start now by making a massive donation to Stanford.
Shaun. Okay. Remember when all the sea lions kept beaching themselves
in Corona Del Mar, and nobody was doing anything about it?
Well, me getting all hysterical didn't help anything.
[exhales] This is it, Ashley.
I'm gonna tell my dad that I wanna be a writer.
Hey!
Good luck.
Thanks. [chuckles]
-Who are you? -I'm Shaun.
I'm your brother. What are you suckin' on?
-My poody. -Well, aren't you a little old for a poody?
-[grunts] Bam! -Jake!
What did you just do?
Go pick up your poody or you're gonna get a time-out, mister.
No!
-Pick up your poody! -No!
That's it! Rosa?
Take Jake upstairs and give him some Ritalin.
-I don't like your attitude! -"I don't like your attitude."
Ah! [sighs] Isn't he getting big?
So what's up with you?
You look great. Really filled out.
Your arms. And your chest.
-You been workin' out? -No.
Bud is getting so fat.
You should really talk to him.
He's gonna have a heart attack.
Plus, he's fat.
Goddamn it! Are you trying to ruin me?
-Yeah, where is my dad? -If you do this, I will eat your face!
[speaking] come, my lady. Come, come, my lady. You're my butterfly, sugar, baby.
-[horn blowing, tires screeching] -My lady--
-Oh, puppy! Oh, God! Oh my God, puppy! -[horn blaring]
A writer? What do you have to write about?
You're not oppressed, you're not gay.
-Not all writers are gay. -Yeah, well, they're all poor. I can tell you that.
It's not true. Wh-what about Tom Clancy? Steven King. Anne Rice.
Three people! In the history of literature!
Well, the truth is, I don't care about making money.
Sh--
Shaun, I have a burst blood vessel in my brain.
I could die at any moment.
But I keep plugging away, day after day, because
I want to leave you with something special-- a business.
-Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah. I want my poody. -A legacy!
Uh, hey, pal, control yourself. Can you-- give me that!
-Ha, ha. I want my poody! -Where's your mother?
-Rosa! Will you get in here? -[phone ringing]
-Wham! -Oh, no.
-Yeah, I'm coming! -Rosa, can you get him out of here?
-He needs a nap. -Come here, Jake.
-I want him to learn some limits. -[ringing continues]
-Uh, Shaun? -[two phones ringing]
This is my life's work here. When I started out, I had nothing. Now look at me.
I've got eight and a half million square feet in Irvine alone.
It's a goddamn empire, and I want to leave it to you.
-[Jake] Wham! -This is the life I want for you.
Yeah, but what about what I want ?
You want to be a writer? Well, before that, you wanted to be a professional surfer,
so it's a little hard to take you seriously, Shaun.
Fine. I don't want your money.
But just for the record, Dad, you've never done anything for me.
It's always been about you.
[young wife giggling]
What the f--
It's over. I should just drive my car into the ocean and get it over with.
-Shaun, don't say that. -[dog barking]
[growling, ripping]
He was running across PCH. He didn't have a tag.
Was I gonna leave him there? No.
-I mean, he'd get killed. -[ripping continues]
-[sighs] -[barks]
Shaun, I have something to confess.
-What? -You know how you told me that every night
before you'd go to bed, you'd pray that you'd get into Stanford?
-Yeah? -[sighs]
-Well, the other night, I prayed for something too. -What?
I prayed... That you wouldn't get into Stanford.
-[barking, tearing] -Why ?
-I didn't really think it was gonna work! -Aww.
And I was just sitting here thinking, "Whoa. My prayer was answered.
And I should be happy." I mean, I got into OCU,
and now maybe you can go to OCU too.
And you can study creative writing, and I can study marine biology, and we can be together.
But then I just started feeling really guilty.
I mean, this was your dream.
And I'm just being selfish.
-I just feel awful. -No.
Ashley, this is not your fault.
Well, I at least want to try and make it up to you.
Thanks, but I really don't think there's anything you can do.
Well, maybe there is. Tanya's grandfather is on the board at Stanford.
And Tanya's my friend. So maybe she can help us.
My grandfather is not gonna bend over backwards for just anyone.
Tanya, please? Can't you just help us?
[scoffs] Can't you see I'm busy?
Why don't you go check on the dog? Give him some water, okay?
I'll take care of this. [sighs]
Tanya.
We need to have a little chat.
Excuse me.
Look, Shaun's my boyfriend. And I would do anything for him.
Even if that means breaking a promise to you.
-What promise? -Halloween? Dana's little brother?
[hip-hop music playing]
[gasping, moaning]
-Everyone knows about that. -Maybe.
But they don't know about Lonny's memorial.
I miss Lonny.
[sighs] Me too.
Hey, I miss Lonny too.
-But, Ashley, you promised. -And what about prom night?
Hi, Grammy. It's Tanya.
Hi, how are you? Yeah, is Grandpa there?
[sighs] You are so awesome.
-But hey, we should go. -Yeah.
-Tanya's grandfather wants to meet you in person. -I want to meet him.
Yeah, he and his wife are gonna come by your house at 5:00.
-My house? -Yeah!
Do you know who lives at my house?
Yeah, that's right, Lupe. Just cover his whole head.
Who are you?
I'm your wife. Cindy?
-We met in Maui? Hey, Shaun, look! -[door opens]
-Bob's still bleeding. -[mumbling]
-What's this? Ow, what is-- Oh, my God! -[panting]
[chuckling] Oh, he likes you. Yes!
-We found him on PCH. Um-hmm. -Get him out of the house.
-I don't allow dogs in here. -Oh, but he's so swee--
-[chuckles fondly] -Call the humane society. They'll have him put to sleep.
Hey, Ash, don't you think we should put out some cheese and crackers or something?
-God, they're gonna be here in, like, 15 minutes. -Yeah, I know.
-Wh-who's coming? -Mom, you--
You might want to put on something more--
-You know. -More what?
More what? What's going on?
Shaun, what's going-- What's happening?
[stammering] Okay. Sit down. Sit down. Okay?
Just sit. Don't be nervous,
but someone very important is coming over to the house.
And he's bringing his wife. And if he likes me, he's gonna get me into Stanford.
-Are they coming over now? -Yeah. They're gonna be here in a couple of minutes.
Shaun, the house is a mess.
And Bob is bleeding. And you cannot expect me to drop everything I'm doing
and just entertain these strangers!
Drop what? What were you doing?
-Uh, I-- -Look,
This is my last chance to get into Stanford.
I know, honey, and-- it's not a good day for me.
-But I have to go to college! -Why?
Because that's what you do after high school!
Please don't do this to me, all right?
Please don't sabotage me, because every time I try to depend on you,
-you start acting like a total lunatic! -[gasps] Oh, Shaun.
[sighing, whimpering]
Mom?
I'm sorry.
So, uh-- so now I'm a bad mother?
No. No, you're not. Will you please just put on some clothes?
I sacrificed a lot for you, Shaun.
I sacrificed Damian for you.
-Your tennis instructor? -He was beautiful!
And Serbian. And when your father left, I almost married him.
And if I had, we'd be living in a condo clipping coupons and eating lunch meat.
So, I didn't. I married Bob!
For you. I had sex with Bob. Four times. For you!
So how can you say I'm a bad mother?
I'm not saying that. Mom, you know that money can't buy happiness.
Oh, grow up. Yes, it can!
-You and dad both have money, and you're both miserable. -He's miserable?
-Shaun, did he say that? -Mom,
this is the most decisive day of my life.
And all I am asking for is one hour.
One hour w-with no big scenes, and no nervous breakdowns and no Meryl Streep impressions.
Just one hour where you act like a normal, loving parent.
-Can you do this for me? -[sighing ] Oh, Shaun.
[laughs] Yes, I can.
[sighs] Thank you, Mom.
But I'll need a glass of wine. There's some chardonnay in the fridge.
O-o-okay!
I'll be right back. Don't move!
-Oh, Ash, I am really nervous. -Don't be.
-Everything's gonna be fine! -[doorbell rings]
[scoffs] They're early!
Lance. Lance!
Some very important people are coming over to the house, so stay in your room.
-Why? -Because you're an embarrassment.
-Oh, okay. -[chuckles]
-"Shaun." -Shaun. Shaun.
-Mom, they're here! -I- I look like a pinata.
Yeah, you look great. Just remember what I said.
No big drunken scenes, okay?
-[sighing] Yeah. -Okay, Lupe is with Bob. Lance is in his room...
And mom is dressed.
-How do I look? -Very handsome.
-[doorbell rings again] -Now just be yourself.
-Okay. Okay. Come on! -Okay.
-You must be Shaun. -Yes, sir. Yes, sir, Mr. Gantner. Please come in.
Mrs. Gantner. Thank you so much for coming.
-This is my girlfriend, uh, Ashley. -Hi.
-Hello, Ashley. -Nice to meet you.
-You're friends with Tanya. -Tanya's very upset by your situation.
I don't like it when my granddaughter is upset. [chuckles]
Tanya has Arthur wrapped around her little finger.
-That's right. -Hello! Hello!
Hello! Oops. Hi, I'm Cindy Almond-Buegler.
-Hello, I'm Arthur Gantner. My wife, Vera. -How do you do?
Hello. Welcome! [belches]
[giggles] Excuse me!
[clears throat] Won't you please, uh, make yourselves at home.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Thank you.
-So, Shaun, tell us about yourself. -Uh--
Well, uh, I'm a National Merit Scholar.
Uh... Straight "A" student,
and I want to be a writer.
Do you like John Grisham? I sure do.
Shaun's also our class president,
and he was the representative at our model UN.
-Hmm! -Yeah, he's a fabulous kid, Mr. Gantner.
Arthur, please. Call me Arthur. [ Chuckling ]
Even as a little boy, he was so smart! I miss those days.
Yeah, the last few years have been, um, really hard.
Ah. Ahh !
I helped my former husband start his business.
And as soon as he gets a little money, he starts screwin' around on me.
-Oh, my goodness. -Ahh.
He left me for a 20-year-old he met at the gym.
-[Vera] Oh! -Yeah.
I walked in on them in a motel in La Jolla. She's got him naked
and handcuffed to the bed.
So we divorced, I remarried.
Then, this new one, uh, Bob,
he starts fallin' apart, and...
Then it's just... One shitstorm after the other.
-[doorbell ringing repeatedly] -[boy] Shaun! Let us in!
[shouting, pounding on door, ringing continue]
-[chuckling] Yo, bro! -What's up, dude?
-We heard you tried to kill Mrs. Cobb. -Shh!
Yeah. Dude! Are you on a violent rampage, dude?
You guys, what do you want?
-All right. -All right, bro. Check it out.
We thought, in Lonny's memory, right? We could go down to Emerald Cove,
and we could take his board, and we could like, push it
-out into the ocean. -Yeah. Or blow it up.
-Right. -Dudes, it sounds like a great idea, all right?
And I'll do it, but I can't right now, because I got some very important people over.
-So-- -Whoa.
-More important than us, huh? -No.
-More important than Lonny? -Of course not.
-Yeah, right, bro. This is his birthday, man. -Yeah, man.
Like his "death-birthday." Doesn't that mean anything to you?
You know what? Just go hang with your little "vips," all right?
That's right, man. Sorry we intruded on your tea party.
-[board clatters] -Yeah, if you need us, we'll be out in the van.
-Pickin' each other's butts. Naked. -Yeah.
-Huh? -[door opens, slams]
So I, uh, I visited Stanford in the fall.
-It's a beautiful campus. -Isn't it lovely?
We go up there for football games, and of course, Arthur is on the board!
-So, uh-- -Excuse me. Sorry.
Shaun, have you seen my piss?
My parole officer called. He wants that piss.
'Cause man, I know I got it around here.
Lance, don't you see that we have company?
Oh, hey, what's up? Oh, there it is!
[gags, shrieks]
-Ah! Oh, I'm so sorry. -Okay, look.
Somebody's going to fill this up, or I'm going to jail.
-All right? -[whispering ] Will you just get out of here?
-[inhales deeply] Fine! -[specimen cup clattering]
I'd like to "protose" a toast.
Shaun has been a wonderful son.
And I want him to be happy!
[sobbing]
I'm going to be all alone!
-Hey! Hey! -Uh!
-Dear god! -Pills!
Mom, you didn't give Bob his medication. Excuse me for a minute.
-[vacuum cleaner whirring] -Dude! Dude!
-Dude! -[switches off motor]
-Where are Bob's pain pills? -[karate yell]
-No, this is Excedrin. -It's a decoy.
I put my stash in aspirin bottles.
Yellow are painkillers. They go in Excedrin.
Lance, listen to me, all right? I need Bob's pain pills.
-Bob doesn't have any pain pills. I sold 'em. -Yes he does.
-But these are good. No, no, no, no, no, no! -What?
Wait, uh, yellow are--
Not pain killers, what are they-- speed!
No, they're the "x." The painkillers are in the Tylenol.
-Give him one of these. It'll knock him right out. -Thanks.
Wait. Please. Mr. Gantner, where are you going?
You people are sick. Your mother's a drunk. Your brother's a pervert.
Shame on you for abusing an old man!
He's fine! Tell them you're fine, Bob.
-[high-pitched squealing] -Look, I know how this looks, all right?
-But I do everything I can for Bob. -Um--
-I love Bob! -[yelling] Hey!
-[groans] -Oh!
[Vera whimpering]
Stanford is for the best and the brightest,
the future leaders of America.
You'll never go to Stanford as long as I have a breath in my body.
-Watch your fingers. -[window whirs, fingers squeak]
[man vocalizing]
-What happened? -You went for a ride, Bob.
Ohh.
[guitar music playing]
[men harmonizing]
♪ Down, lay me down ♪
♪ Lay me down ♪
♪ Lay my burden down ♪
-♪ Lay me down ♪ -Shaun? Are you okay?
Shaun. [screaming] Shaun!
[grunting] I got you, buddy.
You should sue, man. This isn't right. Sue the school.
-Shut up, Lance. -Or you know what? Just go to Stanford anyway.
Go up there and take the classes, don't take "no" for an answer.
-Just say, "Hey, I'm goin' here. Kiss my ass." -That's actually a good idea!
-What is? -I should! I should go up to Stanford!
If I talk with the dean of admissions face to face, and tell him my situation,
-he's gotta let me in. -I can get you there in three hours.
You're gettin' into Stanford, buddy. I know it. I know it!
Thanks, man.
Have a question for you. No. I got something to say.
-[horn blaring] -I'm gonna do something with my life.
-Yeah, man! -Good.
Dude, I get these ideas. I got so many ideas burnin' through my skull.
Like, I don't know. Like hats and shirts. Like Stussy.
Do you know what? Stussy got started out making
hats and shirts for surfers in Hawaii.
Now he's like a millionaire. He parties in Hawaii! 24/7, buddy!
-I could do something like that. Don't you think, Shaun? -Yeah.
Like a fuckin' shirt that says, "loser!"
Er, uh, I don't know-- [gibberish]
"Talk to the hand." Or something like that, man.
Those would sell. Or I don't-- I got these ideas!
Like a hat. A big old hat that goes [ascending scale]
-You know? -[both screaming]
-[brakes screeching] -[Lance] Watch the road, dumb-ass.
They've written me off, man. Did you know that? People have written me off.
-Like Dad, for one. -Hey, just keep your eyes on the road.
Dude, I'm gonna have the last laugh.
Because here's why. Some little chumps go to college.
Some little chumps stay home. Some little chumps eat roast beef,
And some little chumps have none; but this little chump's gonna cry, "Wee, wee, wee,"
all the way to the biz-neck.
-You know what I'm saying? -Yeah. Yeah.
-[screaming] -[tires screeching, engine revving]
-[Lance] I love you, dude. We don't say it enough. -[Shaun] I love you too.
We don't say it enough. And it's true, and it's not the drugs, buddy.
-[door banging shut] -Hi.
-Uh, I need to talk...
-to the dean of admissions. -Well, it's 10:30 at night, so he's not here right now.
I-I know, but you see, this is an emergency.
Yeah, I'm sure. You'll have to come back tomorrow, though.
-Could you maybe just give us his phone number? -What? His phone number?
Please, you guys, cut me some slack. Come back tomorrow.
All right, we're closed, okay?
That's such crap. That is such crap!
Shaun, screw her. You know what? Screw her!
-Are you cold? Do you want my jacket? -Yes, please. Thank you.
[inhales sharply] Man! She thinks she's so smart 'cause she goes to Stanford?
Well, I'm smart too. You watch, I'm gonna pull a Macgyver.
I will break in a window, I'll look around, and find a-- what do you call that thing?
Directory! [snaps fingers] You stay here. I'm gonna be back
in fifteen minutes with the directory.
Reconnoiter, fifteen!
Well, the dean's probably listed. You could just call information.
-[shouting] -[glass smashing]
-[glass tinkling] -[Lance groaning]
[gasping] Hey, what are you doing?
Uh, hey... Cutie.
What do you want?
Well, the question is,
what do you want?
Listen, uh--
Do you want me to call public safety?
Do you want me to get naked and start the revolution?
I'll take that as a "maybe."
[doorbell ringing]
-Yes? Yeah? -Hi, Mr. Durkett?
-You're such a liar! -Girls, Gina, Stephanie, I told you knock it off.
-Dad, Stephanie stole my flip-flops. -So deal with it, Gina.
Go. Yes?
Hi, I'm Shaun Brumder. I need to talk to you about my application.
It's late. I gotta get up for a 7:00 flight.
-But there's been a big mistake. -I'm sorry.
There's nothing I can do. Good night.
-[ringing bell] -Yes?
Hi, Mr. Durkett. Look, we drove all the way here from Orange County.
And can't you just give us five minutes of your time? Please?
Okay, you have five minutes. Go.
Okay. Stanford University was my first choice.
All right? In fact, I didn't even apply to any other schools,
but my college counselor sent you the wrong transcript.
-Show me your transcript. -I left it in the car. I'm just gonna go get it.
It's just gonna take two seconds. Please don't go anywhere.
-Okay. -Don!
-What? -Where are our bathing suits?
There's a dive bag. A green mesh dive bag on the floor in my closet.
-Just look in there. -Who are these people? Get rid of them?
-Could I have one of those? -Oh. Yeah.
-Thank you. My head is killing me. -Oh, take two. Or three.
Thank you.
Yeah, or you can just have the whole bottle. [chuckles]
-Thank you. -[wife] When you're done down there,
I need help closing my suitcase.
Okay. I'll be up in five minutes.
[doorbell ringing]
[barking]
-[ringing] -Coming.
Ah, come on. [sighs]
Jesus, you look like a beast.
-Where's Shaun? I need to talk to him. -He's driving to Stanford.
He's having a crisis. In case you didn't know.
-I know all about it, thank you. -Yeah you're such a good father.
-So good to your kids. -[sighs] I need a drink. Have any beer, coyote ugly?
This is an excellent transcript.
You should be very proud, but what can I tell ya? If I'd had this...
By January 21st, you might have had a shot, but uh--
-Don, I need you. -[footsteps on stairs, girls arguing]
-Excuse me. -[arguing continues]
-[Don] All right, now what is the big deal? -He's gonna say no.
Hey. Don't let him say no.
-It's gonna be fine. -Okay.
Thanks.
So, what's up with your brother and aspirin?
Does he, like, get a lot of headaches, or what?
What is that smell? What am I sitting in?
Oh, relax. It's just urine.
Oh.
[sighs deeply] You know, your son was being a real brat today.
-A real pain in the ass. - My son.
He said I was selfish. He said that, "Everything's always about me."
Yeah, he called me a drama queen. Said I was trying to sabotage him.
So, how's Bob?
[chuckling] How's what's-her-face?
-She's sleeping around. -[laughing] No!
-[gasps] -I can't talk to her.
She doesn't play tennis. She's not a good mother.
She's not like you.
Want another beer?
Oh!
Look, sometimes I leave the office at the end of the day,
and I get into my car and head home,
and 15 minutes later, I'm here.
Parked in front of this house. It's annoying.
It's totally out of my way. [sighs]
I made a mistake and I'm tired of paying for it. I want you back.
You're such an asshole.
[moaning, groaning]
-Which ones were they? -Umm--
-Excedrin? -Excedrin. Okay.
Excedrin are... pain pills!
-Pain pills. -No! Oh, my god!
-What? -We just gave the dean of admissions three hits of--
Where were we?
Um-- [clicks tongue]
Well, Mr. Durkett, uh, to me,
Stanford's not just a school, it's--
It's my entire reason for living.
Every night before I went to bed, I'd pray that I'd get into Stanford.
And I worked really hard. And when all my friends were out having fun,
I stayed in, and I studied.
That's good. That's what you have to do.
Eighty-two percent--
Wait a second. I like you.
-What's your name? -Shaun.
Shaun. Shaun? I like you.
I do. I don't know why,
I just like you!
Thanks.
I feel so... Good!
Is it me, or is it, like, hotter than hell in here?
-Hey, can you help me? -Yeah. Yeah! Yes.
Yes, I can. No. I'm-- there's no time. I'm leaving.
Going to Bali. Going to Bali with my family.
I love them so much.
I need... Water? Or... I need to lie down.
-Hey, uh, before you do that-- -Shaun?
You're my same height. That is neat.
Yeah, it is. Hey, listen. Let's go to your office?
And you can add my name to the acceptance list?
-Before you leave for Bali. -Sounds good. Sounds good. Yeah.
Oh, man! The lights are--
-Like, vivid! -Well, it's a beautiful night.
-You're so beautiful. Come here. You're welcome. -Oh! Thank you.
You know, I really appreciate this.
That's okay, Shaun, 'cause I feel
like I've known you forever. [kissing]
-[Ashley] Hey! -[horn honking]
[tires squealing]
I have a confession. I never went to college.
It's overrated.
[inhales] My brother wants to go here next year.
[exhales] Well, I hope he's... on this list.
-What's that? -It's a list of people they've accepted.
They rejected him, the jerks.
Don't do that.
When I was little... I was a total pyro.
-I was too. -Ooh!
Put that out, man.
-Put it out. -Whoa!
-Who are you people? -I'm Shaun Brumder.
You're going to help me get into Stanford.
And we're at your office.
[gasps] Oh, my God!
[fire alarm ringing]
[sirens approaching]
[ringing, sirens continue]
-[glass shattering] -Whoo!
-[helicopter blades whirring] -[man chattering on radio]
Ray, do me a favor. Back that engine out. We gotta knockdown.
-Okay! -That's negatory, Julio. Need you to wedge that popper.
Hey! Hey!
-What's your name? What is it? -Uh, Joe-- John.
-Joe John. -Your name's "Joe John"?
John... Ston. Johnston, Joe.
-You want to tell me what happened here? -Uh, just a fire.
I don't know. I came by and was...
Checkin' out the fire.
Well, that lady, Mona,
she said you two were in the building when the fire started.
Yeah, she's a liar. 'Cause I don't know her.
So, whatever-whatever she says is a lie. So--
-You're saying you weren't in the building with that woman? -No. Not I.
All right. She started it, all right? Because, she was, like,
"I hate my job! I'm gonna burn this mother down!"
I said, "You'd better not! You'd better not!"
-She said it was an electrical fire. -It was.
It was a total electrical fire. It was, like, uh,
the switches had sparks comin' out, and the sockets and, uh--
It was like the fourth of July, man.
-Why aren't you wearing your pants, Joe? -I tripped and, uh--
Then I had to take 'em off to run faster out of the flames.
[coughing]
I think I inhaled some smoke.
Will you excuse me one second.
I'll be right back. [coughing continues]
We've a got a sprinter. Five-foot-five,
no pants, unkempt... Portly.
-You'll be fine. -[Shaun] Wait. W-wait a second.
-Mr. Durkett-- -[man] This guy thinks he's the dean of admissions.
[siren squeals]
Shaun. Shaun.
Shaun, it's so psychedelic.
Buddy, I light one match, and the building blows up.
[giggling]
Well, I was just tryin' to help you, bro.
By setting the building on fire?
-I was high. -You're always high.
Y-you're a drugged-out loser. You think you're gonna create a t-shirt company?
You can't even dress yourself.
Harsh.
Shaun, I'm so sorry.
I should've seen this coming.
The one day I need my family to come through for me,
they end up doing what they always do.
My father goes ballistic; my mother gets plastered
and my brother burns down a building.
It's like they've all come together
in some evil conspiracy to prevent me from getting anywhere.
-Is that what you think? -What else am I supposed to think?
You know, I really believed that you wanted to go to Stanford
because you wanted to study with Marcus Skinner.
That's not it, is it?
-What are you talking about? -You want to run away.
You want to be free of everybody.
You think by coming up here, you're gonna meet people that are...
Smarter and saner...
And better.
You know, if you went to Stanford, that'd be the end of us.
It doesn't seem to me like that thought ever crossed your mind.
-Oh, Ashley, come on! -Shaun, I'm sorry you didn't get into Stanford.
But, if you think going here
is the only way you can be the person you want to be,
then I just feel sorry for you.
[vehicle approaching]
-[tires screeching] -Bud!
-[horn honking] -Bud!
What's going on? What are you doing in that bathrobe?
I'm not going to lie to you, Krista.
Did you sleep with your ex-wife?
Ughhh.
-I want a divorce. -Really?
-You can have the house. -Really?
-What about Jake? -I thought we could share custody.
Okay. Great. [chuckles]
Hey, but could you take him tonight?
'Cause there's this new club in Newport that's supposed to be totally bitchin'.
-Oh, okay. -Thanks, Bud.
So you have my pager number and my cell phone number.
If you need me just call me, and I think this is a great idea.
-Good. Later. -Later.
-[tires screech] -Whoo !
-Yes! -Huh.
[alternative pop music playing]
♪ I'm taking a ride ♪
♪ Off to one side ♪
♪ It is a personal thing ♪
♪ Where when I can't stand ♪
♪ Up in this cage I'm not ♪
♪ Regretting ♪
♪ I don't need ♪
♪ A better thing ♪
♪ I've settled for less ♪
[song continues]
What are you reading?
Faulkner.
-Great writer. -Yeah! Sure!
You're an English major?
No.
I don't even go here.
So, you're just visiting.
I should probably go.
Okay. It's nice meeting you.
Hey.
I'm going to a party. [chuckles]
Well, maybe you'll come check it out?
-[loud pop] -[shouting] So, uh-- so do you like Faulkner ?
He's okay. I mean, he's kind of boring.
[chuckles] I think I might just get the Cliff Notes.
-Hey, Gretchen. -Hey!
There are some serious cuties at this party.
And lock me up because I am horny!
Guys, this is Shaun.
-[both] Hi. -Hi.
Oh, my God! This is our song!
-Oh, my God! -[excited shouting]
[man rapping] ♪ come, my lady Come, come, my lady ♪
♪ You're my butterfly Sugar, baby ♪
♪ Come, my lady Come, come, my lady ♪
♪ You're my butterfly Sugar, baby ♪
♪ Such a sexy, sexy Pretty little thing ♪
♪ 'Cause people think She got me sprung With your tongue ring ♪
-[music continues] -[Kip] Scrabble? I love Scrabble.
Last time I played, actually, I threw down the word "mazer." It's a type of cherry tree.
I even got 50 bonus points.
-[laughing] -So, you don't look familiar. Are you a freshman?
No, not even. I'm still in high school.
-Oh, did you apply to Stanford, or-- -No, no.
I'm-I'm going to Orange County University.
-That's where I'm from-- Orange County. -Really.
-I've heard of Orange County. -Yeah, I love it there.
The weather's great, people are nice.
I want to be a marine biologist, so it's the perfect place for me to study.
-Uh-huh. -[clears throat] So what about you?
I'm a comparative literature major. Yeah, I want to be a writer.
Fiction, poetry, screenplays, whatever, you know.
Actually, I have an idea for a TV show.
It's about vampires, ostensibly, you know. But, underneath,
it's actually about the reunification of Germany. [chuckles]
-But it's funny, it's-- -Yeah, my boyfriend wants to be a writer too.
-Your boyfriend? -Yeah, Shaun.
He's-- he's really talented.
He wrote this great story
about growing up in Orange County.
And it's just really funny and smart.
But, I mean, it really doesn't matter what I think, so--
-Why not? -Ooh!
[grunts, groans]
[groaning]
-Shaun? -Hey.
-What's up? -Is this your boyfriend?
-Ohh. -What are you, like, spying on me ?
No! I was just, uh--
I was just up on the balcony and, uh--
Yeah, I was spyin' on you. Ow.
-And who's this? -I'm Kip.
[chuckles] Yeah, Kip, let's go inside where we can be alone.
Oh, come on, Ash.
Ashley.
Ow.
Mr. Skinner?
-Hi. -Hi.
You're Marcus Skinner.
-You're-you're a good writer. -Thank you.
I'm obsessed with you, Mr. Skinner.
Um, not in a sexual way or romantic way or anything like that.
Just, uh, your writing.
I'm Shaun Brumder. I wrote you a letter a couple of months ago,
and I sent you one of my stories.
"Orange County."
Yeah!
Yeah, wait, uh-uh--
-Did you read it? -Oh, yes. Yeah.
It was a great story.
I can't, uh--
I'm sorry, uh--
It's been a long day.
Could you just say that-- what you just said-- just one more time ?
It was a great story. I really enjoyed it.
[sighs]
Mr. Skinner, uh--
Dude-- [stammers]
You have no idea what that means to me.
[Shaun laughs]
The characters are unique-- well-drawn.
The mother-- drunk, arguing with all the maids.
The brother always passing out everywhere.
And I love the girlfriend-- the bleeding heart animal freak. She was my favorite.
Yeah, you really love your characters. It comes through in the writing.
[chuckles] Well, thank you.
I-- I never really thought about it that way. [chuckles]
-My only criticism-- -Yes. Oh, please.
It's what I need.
-You need an ending. -I know. I-I just--
-I don't know how to end it. -You should figure that out.
Maybe I can help you.
Well, uh, I didn't get into Stanford.
Yeah. So, uh--
So that means I can't work with you.
[sighs] I want to be a good writer, Mr. Skinner.
But I'm just afraid
that if I don't get out of Orange County,
it's never gonna happen.
You don't have to be afraid of that, Shaun. You are a good writer.
And every good writer has a conflicted relationship with the place he grew up--
Joyce, Faulkner, Tolstoy.
And that's what I remember loving about your story.
It's very conflicted.
'Cause, at the beginning, you think these people are doomed.
I mean, this family is heading for disaster, and then,
as you read on, you see that that there exists,
beneath the surface, these very real connections.
These... Deep relationships.
[sighs] What I took from your story is this:
That even in a world where people can be superficial
and stupid and selfish,
there's still hope.
Was that the message you were trying for?
♪ There is a place It has a face ♪
♪ And he was walking Out the door ♪
♪ Three times done And you go, and you go ♪
♪ You are free You are free ♪
♪ It's a long way home ♪
♪ What have we done Was it wrong Was it wrong ♪
♪ Was it me Can't you see ♪
♪ It's a long way home ♪
[Lance] Shaun! Shaun! Shaun.
Shaun, Shaun, Shaun, Shaun. Over here.
-Ahhh! -Sorry.
-Ow! God! Dick! -Sorry.
-God! Lance! Ow! -I'm sorry. Shh. It's just a nick.
-[groans] -Shh-shh-shh-shh.
-Dude, you will never believe who I just met. -Shh. Who, who?
-Marcus Skinner. I met Marcus Skinner! -Shhh!
-What? Who? Okay! -The writer.
-He liked my story! He liked my story! -Shut up!
That's awesome, but I am goin' to prison!
-What? -Yeah, some cops are right on my ass.
Now, listen. I've been thinking about it. We are goin' to Mexico, buddy.
-Right now! Please? -Oh, Lance.
-[siren squeals] -[police radio chatter]
-[whistling through teeth] -Ohh, God.
Okay. All right. Fine. We're leaving. We're leaving.
-But we got to get Ashley first. -No, I'm sorry.
No, that's not in the cards, "bro-seph."
Listen, she'll be fine. Just forget about her.
Some dude'll pick her up and give her a nice bed to sleep in.
-Lance-- -Okay! We will go and get her.
But you gotta follow me, 'cause I am an expert at "excaping."
Let's go. Fast "excape." Fast "excapes" are my expertise. Come on.
-Be careful. -[grunts]
Follow me.
-[groans] -[body thudding]
Lance? Are you okay?
Go get the Bronco, Shaun, and come back for me.
Okay. Dude?
-Promise me, dude. -Yeah, I promise.
[bones cracking, yelps] Duhhh.
[Kip] The whole time I'm thinkin' it's the alternator.
My brother says to me, "No, bro, it's the carburetor," and it turned out he was right.
-[laughs] -[chuckles]
[horn honking, tires screeching]
Ashley!
-Would you get in the car? -I'm mad at you, remember?
I know, but can we talk about it in the car, please!
Hey, you heard her. 'Kay, why don't you leave her alone?
Hey, butt out, dude. Ashley, get in the car, right now. Get in the car.
No.
Shaun, apologize to her. Tell her you're sorry.
I'm sorry!
Dude, come on. Say it like you mean it.
Ashley.
I'm so sorry.
Now, tell her you love her.
Tell her you love her.
I love you. I love you so much.
Good. You love him. He loves you. Now, get in...
The damn Bronco!
Ashley, now! Now!
-Now! -Kip, it was really nice to meet you.
[Lance screaming] Get in the car!
[woman singing] ♪ Hey, babe What can I do ♪
♪ I've been ♪
-♪ Out searching for you ♪ -[snoring]
-Shaun. -Yeah.
What? Oh, Lance, isn't gonna be able to hear anything.
He's passed out. He's not gonna wake up. I promise.
Okay, you don't believe me. Lance.
-Lance! -[snoring]
See? Nothing. He's out cold. Like a light. Come on.
[laughs] It'll be fine. I promise, okay?
[music continues]
Clearly, you're not an expert on negotiations, so let me just walk you through this.
You come in with a proposal that's over the top.
You want a new gymnasium-- $40 million.
Then I counter with a lowball offer like, uh, uh, $2,000 for a medicine ball.
-[man] That is absurd and offensive. -What?
- It's offensive, sir. Stanford University doesn't-- -No, no, no-no-no--
- We already have a medicine ball. -No, you're not hearing me.
- No, sir, I believe it's you who's not hearing-- -You're not hearing me!
-Hey, hey, hey. Drink your milk. -I don't want milk.
-I want my poody. -Well, your poody's been retired.
You're a little big for-- Where are you goin'? What?
You don't want the milk? Fine. You want some juice?
Yes. Okay. Why don't you go to the fridge...
Open it up and get yourself some.
And get some for me while you're at it. [laughs]
Ooh, you're helpful. Finally, some help around here.
-[rock music playing] -♪ Hey, don't write Yourself off, honey ♪
♪ It's only in your head That you feel that ♪
♪ All looked down on-- ♪
-Hey, guys, what's up? -Hey, what's up, dude?
[laughs] Hey, dude, check this out.
Last night we were at this party,
and little Arlo here, he decides to, like, profess his undying love for me.
-Did I tell you he was a fruitcake or what? -Bro. Bro.
That's not true. This is the real story, dude.
Chad crashed at my house, right?
And I woke up in the night. He was fondling my--
Dude, I lost my keys. I was lookin' for 'em.
-Hey, do you guys want to come in? -[both] All right.
-[door opening, closing] -[laughter]
-[Shaun] Jake. -Yo.
-What are you doing here? -Hello, everybody.
-Hey, Bob. -How was your trip?
It was okay.
[Bud] Uh, just come back with an offer.
Yeah, well, we don't have to dot the i's and cross the t's.
You have your people. I have my people.
I'll call you back. My kids just walked in the door.
-Hi, guys. -Dad, wha--
[overlapping chatter: Spanish, English]
[Lupe speaking in Spanish]
Mom, what is going on ?
Uh, Shaun. Lance.
Uh, something happened last night.
Uh, your mother and I, we, uh--
-Well-- -You banged Mom?
That's not the word I would use, but,
yes, we came together.
Ahhh.
Are you serious?
-Guess what else we did? -I've been on the phone all morning with Stanford.
Your mother and I donated the money for a new admissions building.
I guess the old one burned down.
We got you into Stanford, Shaun.
[chuckles]
You did that for me?
-Yeah. -Really?
-Yeah, bro, way to go, man. -We're stoked, dude.
Yeah! Stanford!
[incredulous chuckle]
Congratulations, Shaun. That's-- that is awesome.
♪ I was sitting In a crummy movie ♪
-♪ With my hands On my chin ♪ -[sighs]
♪ All the violence That occurs ♪
♪ Seemed like we'd never win ♪
♪ Love and mercy ♪
♪ That's what You need tonight ♪
♪ So love and mercy To you and your friends ♪
♪ Tonight ♪
♪ I was lying in my room And the news came on TV ♪
-[song continues ] -Uh, hey.
Uh...
I was just up in my room thinkin' about Faulkner,
and, uh, wondering if he had left the south
would he have ever written Light in August?
Or what if, uh-- what if James Joyce had left Ireland ?
Well, I mean, he did leave Ireland, but...
Not in his heart.
Do you see what I'm getting at here?
I don't need to go to Stanford to be a writer.
All I need are the people who inspire me,
like my friends...
And my family...
And you.
So I'm gonna stay. I'm gonna stay in Orange County.
-You are! - ♪ Love and mercy That's what you need ♪
-[joyous sobs] -[laughing, shouting]
[barks]
♪ So love and mercy ♪
♪ To you and your friends Tonight ♪
Stanford sucks!
-Yeah! -♪ Love and mercy ♪
♪ That's what you need Tonight ♪
[Shaun typing, reading] "Dear Mr. Skinner, I'm writing you to say thank you
for all your words of wisdom.
It took me a while, but I finally realized
Orange County is the perfect environment for an aspiring writer.
Today I went down to the beach with a copy of your book.
I left it there by the water.
Maybe another mixed-up kid will stumble upon it.
And maybe it will change his life like it changed mine.
Later, Mr. Skinner.
Yours truly, Shaun Brumder."
♪ I feel so peculiar ♪
Dude, don't touch! I'm lighting the fire. It was my idea, and you're an idiot.
-You're gonna blow off your hand. Give me the lighter. -No.
Dude, Lonny would have wanted me to blow up his board, dude.
Lonny thought you were a tool. Lonny thought you were a fool.
-Hey, guys, what are you doin'? -Gonna blow up Lonny's board, man.
It's gonna be explosive. Check it out. It's got so many M-80s.
It's gonna be like the fourth of July.
-Dude, what are you doin'? -I'm goin' surfin'!
-[laughs] Yeah! -All right!
-Come on! Let's go! -Whoo! Whoo!
♪ Step into my world Where you know ♪
♪ You're everything ♪
♪ Everything I need ♪
♪ I'm suddenly hopeful Whenever you're in sight ♪
♪ That's right ♪
♪ I talk about you all day Whisper your name at night ♪
♪ That's right ♪
♪ Whatever you need What I would give you ♪
♪ You should ask it of me ♪
♪ To make you feel complete ♪
♪ Hello, hello Won't you come right in ♪
♪ I'd give anything Just to see you again ♪
♪ Hello, hello Won't you come right in ♪
♪ Step into my world Where you know You're everything ♪
♪ Everything ♪
♪ You know I feel so peculiar ♪
♪ You know I feel ♪
♪ So ♪
♪ Strange ♪
[piano music playing]
♪ We've been on the run Drivin' in the sun ♪
♪ Lookin' out for number one ♪
♪ California, here we come ♪
♪ Right back Where we started from ♪
♪ Well hustlers grab your guns Your shadow weighs a ton ♪
♪ Drivin' down the 101 ♪
♪ California, here we come ♪
♪ Right back Where we started from ♪
♪ California ♪
♪ Here we come ♪
♪ On the stereo Listen as we go ♪
♪ Nothing's Gonna stop me now ♪
♪ California, here we come ♪
♪ Right back Where we started from ♪
♪ Pedal to the floor Thinkin' of the war ♪
♪ Got to get us to the show ♪
♪ California, here we come ♪
♪ Right back Where we started from ♪
♪ California ♪
♪ Here we come ♪
♪ California California ♪
♪ Here we come ♪
♪ Ohh-oh ♪
♪ California California ♪
♪ Here we come ♪
♪ California California ♪
♪ Here we come ♪
♪ California California ♪
♪ Here we come ♪
♪ California California ♪
♪ Here we come ♪