♪
- I just can't believe things ended with Rene.
He was perfect.
- But you said he was too similar to you.
- But my type is me.
- Maybe you just need to get back out there.
- I'm terrible at meeting people. I don't know where I would even start.
- Let's see. - Okay.
♪
BOTH: Nice shirt.
- Maybe start at the grocery store.
- [sighs] I guess I am low on milk.
- That's the spirit. [both laughing]
It was really good to see you. - You too.
- Good luck out there, Evan.
Cute shirt, by the way.
- Oh... thanks, Maggie.
- Hi, can I help you?
- I love when dino nerds get together.
- I know, right? Wait, how did you know that?
- Oh, I just saw it.
- You... You just saw it?
- Yeah, in my head.
That's why I'm here.
I think I'm psychic.
And that's the look I saw you'd have.
♪
- So, tell me more about your visions.
- Well,
I thought freshman year was going to be my year,
and then the visions started, and totally ruined my vibe.
But I feel like a freak. I have no friends.
I'm like Lindsay Lohan in that Y2K movie about mean girls.
- Oh, that makes me feel old but go on.
- I just feel so alone.
And I don't have anyone else to talk to about this.
Not even my mom believes me.
She just doesn't understand me.
Nobody does.
- No, I do. I was just like you.
Except I had a choker and two tiny strips of hair right here.
- So, how did you end up so... cool and normal and pretty?
- Retinol?
And I found people who believed me.
Like, I had my best friend, Louise,
who everyone thought was crazy even without the visions,
and my psychic mentor, Angel,
who everyone thinks is crazy with visions.
- Oh.
I wonder where I could find a mentor-like sitch.
- Oh-- [laughs] No, that's--
No. You definitely--
Trust me, you do not want this sitch.
I am still deep in the "figuring it out" stage myself.
So, let me connect you with Angel.
He is going to love this.
[blows raspberry] Angel, come on!
- Did I eat a bag of pita chips last night
'cause this is a hard pass.
- There are only a few of us out there.
We owe her our guidance.
- "We"? She didn't walk through my beaded curtain.
- Angel, I've always thought of us as a sort of Sonny and Cher.
- Uh-uh, do not use my culture against me.
Maggie, do you have any idea how busy I am?
I have a full book of clients.
I gotta go to Costco and Walmart, but for different needs.
And I am on a kiwi cleanse
that has my energy levels at an all-time low.
Why don't you help her?
- 'Cause I hardly know what I'm doing. I can't advise someone else.
And what if I say something wrong and I mess her up?
- You can't mess up a teenager. That's their parents' job.
- Okay, well, I don't know what to tell this girl.
- You'll figure it out.
Now, go on now.
I don't want you here when I... eat all of these.
- All of 'em? - All of 'em.
- Yeah, I'm out.
♪
Did you know Mean Girls came out 18 years ago?
We're officially old.
- Yeah, but who cares? I mean, we look incredible.
20s-us could never.
- Could never what? - Yeah, you get it.
Okay, um, I gotta run. I'm teaching candlelit yoga at five.
- Okay. - Bye.
- Bye. Have fun. - Bye.
- Hey. - Amy, what's wrong?
- Well, I may have just tapped someone's car.
- I couldn't get it back on, babe.
[gasping] - Oh my god, Amy, you're the worst driver.
- That's a whole bumper. - Did you leave a note?
- Of course, I left a note. I have pre-written ones in the car.
I feel... terrible.
Things with wheels are very hard for me.
- Lucky me. That's how we met at Burning Man.
- Aw. - She ran over me with her bike.
- I did. - Love.
- I hope it wasn't one of your neighbors. - Someone hit my car and stole my bumper!
[gasps] Who leaves a pre-typed note?!
"Sorry my car wanted to smooch your car. Smiley face emoji."
[scoffs] If this guy's not hot, I'm gonna be pissed.
[phone ringing]
- Go for Amy.
♪
- Big news.
I heard you don't have to rinse rice before you put it in the rice cooker.
Gert told me that. - Oh, who's Gert?
- Jack, I've told you who she is at least five times.
- Oh, right, Gert. Sure, yeah. - Yes, Gert.
- Yep. MARIA: Good old Gertie.
- Gert, Gert, Gert. [phone dings]
MARIA: You know Gert. Little Miss Gertie.
Gertie Gert.
Oh, interesting. You both have texts, and I don't, hm.
- Oh, sorry.
I'm texting with this high schooler. They text a lot.
- I would've thought you'd go older.
- No, Mom, no. I, I met this girl earlier.
She, um... she just started having visions.
She's actually the same age I was.
- Oh, her poor mom.
It's no picnic raising a psychic.
No woman needs her teen daughter
forecasting her hot flashes like the weather report.
- Mm, that was actually helpful.
- I actually think it's, um, it's a lot harder for the kid
than it is for the mom, no?
I mean, especially when a certain person doesn't believe you.
- Oh, sure. I get it. It's all the rage to blame Mommy
for everything these days, isn't it?
"Mommy didn't get me. Mommy has no boundaries.
Mommy's the reason I'm in therapy."
- Mommy was the reason I was in therapy. She made me go.
- Okay, voices are raised. Time to smile and nod.
- Well, I am sorry I took you to a top psychologist.
He was featured in an in-flight magazine, Maggie.
MAGGIE: I just wished that I could have talked to you.
I mean, thank god I had Angel and Louise.
Otherwise, I would've been completely alone.
- Well, I did the best I could.
It's not like there's a book on parenting a psychic child.
Jack, back me up.
- Honey, am I not smiling and nodding?
- She always does this.
She always makes everything about her.
- Don't bring your father into this.
- You literally just brought him into this! - Well, I can't say anything right!
- Ugh. - I would like to announce
that I have officially lost my appetite.
- Yeah, so have I.
- Well, mine's more gone.
- You win. - Okay. I won.
Everybody hear that? I'm the winner!
- Honey, if you've lost your appetite,
why don't ya leave that plate here and I'll finish it?
Or I'll just eat it up there on the counter.
That's fine.
♪
[exhales]
VOICEMAIL: Leave a message. [beep]
- Hey, Abby, it's Maggie, um.
I thought about it, and I would love to mentor you.
You know what? I'm just gonna shoot you a text.
Probably don't even know what a voicemail is.
MECHANIC: There you go. - Thank you.
Oh, I am so sorry, Louise.
I can't believe it's gonna take two weeks to get a part for your PT Cruiser.
- My girl was all-natural. She never had any work done.
She was the Meryl Streep of cars.
Ugh, this sucks.
- Are you mad at me? I hate it when people are mad at me.
It's like the opposite of my kryptonite.
He loved kryptonite, right?
- I honestly don't know anything about Batman.
- Well, wherever you need to go... I will drive you.
- No, it's fine. I'll just take an Uber. They're reliable.
- Absolutely not.
They're terrible drivers. Come on.
Milady, your chariot awaits. [thump]
Oh no. - What was that?
- Do you mind handing me one of those "oopsie cards"?
Quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick. - Okay!
- Thank you. - Did you just... do that?
- Sure did. Sorry!
- How is your car in pristine condition?
- So... how was school today?
- Well, I went in with our plan to talk to one new person, and I did.
- Look at you. You're practically a politician.
- But then I had a vision of them flossing their teeth with a piece of hair,
and called them gross to their face.
- Well, that's still progress. You said hi to someone.
- I didn't say hi. They said hi. I said gross. Then I ran away.
I'm hopeless. - No! You're not, you're not.
And you're gonna find out that literally everyone is gross.
You just can't let your visions overwhelm you.
Remember, they're in your head. Nobody else can see them.
Gimme your hands.
♪ light music plays ♪
Oh... he's cute.
- Who? - Oh, you'll find out.
It's best to let the future unfold on its own.
BEN: Let's all put our thinking caps on.
- Oh, is that... Ben?
Ben is your teacher? - Yeah.
Mr. Morales is the one who recommended you.
He's the best. - Yeah.
- I actually see you guys together. - What? No.
He has a girlfriend. I have a boyfriend.
- No. I mean, I see you guys together in the future.
You're dancing. - What?
What do you mean? Like, like--
What do you mean? Like, dancing?
- You just told me to let the future unfold on its own.
- Damnit.
I'm too good of a mentor. [laughs]
- One more question. - Yeah.
- Do you know how to see boys you like in the shower?
- Now we're talkin'.
♪
Uh, what are you guys doing here? Ugh, are you moving the cat again?
- No, a coyote took care of that for us.
There was a leak, so being the good landlords that we are,
we're digging up every sprinkler in the lawn.
Why don't you join us? Come on.
Mother Nature loves a good massage.
- Oh, Jack, you're bringing up mothers. I think that's her trigger word.
- Oh, good, so you didn't hear a word I said?
- I heard you attack me in my own home in front of my rotisserie chicken.
- Doesn't matter. Clearly, you will never understand.
But you know what is helpful?
Helping someone else not feel the way I felt.
- Well, you can blame me all you want,
but if the pre-teens on TikTok have taught me anything,
it's that I should never be ashamed of my journey,
and I have what is referred to as a "dump truck."
- Glad you listen to someone.
- Oh, I can't win with her.
She gets me all tongue-tied. - Oh, honey, come on.
Maybe it's not about winning.
This isn't a board game, you know? It's the game of life.
♪
- Oh, Ben, hey.
- I have some of your mail.
Could be good news or bad news: one of your friends is getting married.
- Oh.
- How did we both make mistakes?! You slept with my mom!
- Ooh, yeah, don't think that's gonna work out.
- Bad news it is.
- By the way, I have been working with one of your students, Abby.
- That's great! I, I was afraid to ask.
I didn't know if there was a psychic-client confidentiality.
- Oh, crap. They're gonna take my crystal ball away.
- Uh, I've actually noticed a change in her.
She spoke up in class today, which was really impressive.
I mean, she was so nervous that she... used a weird accent, but.
- Aw, well, thank you for believing in me enough to send her my way.
- Of course.
♪
- Appreciate you driving me to the dentist.
- You're welcome. Of course.
You know, I'm just really loving this one-on-one time this week.
Thank god I hit you because I am obsessed with this.
- Oh, yeah, me too.
Let's keep our hands on the wheel, though, huh? - Oh, yeah, okay.
I still feel really bad about what happened.
- Oh, you really don't have to keep saying that.
I got your text last night, and the one before that.
- Um, so let's listen to some tunes, shall we?
What are you vibing to right now?
Like, country, rock, country rock... pop, funk, funky pop?
- The radio in the PT's been broken for years,
so I'm just used to practicing my affirmations in the car.
- Oh, okay. - Yeah.
You know, I, I could teach you how to do some affirmations...
- Ooh, okay. - ...if you'd like?
- Sure. - Yeah? Okay.
I am, I am focused. - I am focused.
- I am calm. - I am calm.
- I am capable of driving a car safely. - I am cap-- That's-- Say that again.
It's too-- That was too many words. - I am--
♪
- So... you knew I was gonna help Abby all along?
That's why you said no.
- I wouldn't have done it regardless. - Mm-hm.
- This cleanse is killing me.
- Okay, so you know you're eating a tube of innards.
- Even God rested once a week.
- Well, well, well. This is a nice place.
- Hello, Ben. - Hi.
Have we met?
- I, um-- That is what I call every straight man.
You know, like, "dude," or "bro," or, "Ooh, those shoes."
- So, what are you doing here?
- Uh, Abby told me to tell you that she can't come anymore.
- What? Why? - She didn't say,
but from one teacher to another... I think she needs you.
She looked upset.
- Don't look at me. I am on a private journey right now.
♪
- Abby!
- Maggie? What are you doing here?
- Oh, just childless-ly loitering outside of a school.
- [chuckles] I'm usually the weird one.
- Ben told me that you can't come anymore,
and you weren't answering my calls. I, I was worried.
- Sorry. My mom found out I was seeing a psychic and totally freaked.
She grounded me and took my phone away.
I keep looking at my hand and nothing's there.
- I'm so sorry, Abby. I hate that I got you in trouble.
- No, it's okay. I'm just bummed we can't keep seeing each other.
You were the first person who made me feel normal.
- Well, that's why it's important to have somebody who understands you.
Honestly, I-- I'm disappointed.
You're like my little psychic sister.
- Yeah.
I'mma sneak out to see you.
- Oh... that-- No, um-- - No, no, no!
- That's not what I meant. - I've been waiting
my whole life to do this. I'm, I'm so excited.
- Abby-- - I've never had anywhere to sneak out to before.
[car honks] Oh, that's my ride.
See you later! Bye! - Oh, uh...
Oh, I'm goin' to jail.
- Not for this.
- Wait, what?
- Beep, beep! - Oh, holy crap!
- I'm just dropping off a little "thank you for not being mad at me" gift.
- Oh. - Here you go.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
- Whoa. - Well, I'm here.
Do you want me to give you a lift?
- Oh, thanks, but, um, I'm good. - Over here.
- Just walking.
- Well, not anymore, you're not. Let's go. [chuckles]
- No, Amy, I'm, I'm, literally, just going for a walk.
There is no destination.
- Okay, well, I'll join you.
- Uh, you're wearing heels.
- You're carrying that big thing.
- Okay. [clinks]
I, I have to be honest with you, all right?
Uh, look, if your anxiety makes me feel like this,
then I'm terrified to think about what it must make you feel like.
- Ugh, it's not that bad.
It's just I have a little scared Amy trapped inside my head, running around--
being chased by a Big Amy saying,
"You're not good enough. You're the worst. Nobody likes you."
- Yeah. - And she has a knife.
- Oh... Okay, look, I'm worried about regular-sized Amy.
Your anxiety is next-level.
I was the same way when I was in med school
before I became a yoga teacher, so I, I get it.
- You went to med school to be a yoga instructor?
- No, you know what? Just follow me, okay?
- Okay. - I'm gonna teach you a little trick
on how to relax. - Okay.
- Take a finger, put it here. Breathe in.
[inhaling]
- What do I do? I can't breathe. What do I do?
- Switch and breathe out. - Okay, oh god.
[exhaling]
Sorry, if I think too hard about something, I... I can't do it.
- Mmm. Like driving.
- Exactly. Exactly like driving.
I need to distract myself behind the wheel.
- No, you need to stop listening to Big Amy.
That's not you. - Okay, okay.
I just wanna be clear, though, um... Big Amy is just tall. Not a monster.
And there's no version where she's, like, old.
- Okay, let's just, uh, start with the breathing,
and then we can talk more about Big Amy later, okay?
- You want me to pick-- - Yeah, sure.
- Boop, look at that. - Okay.
- So easy-breezy. I'm easy-breezy. - Okay.
You-- Just, just be. - Did you know that? It's my new mantra.
BOTH: Just be.
LOUISE: Just... stop trying. AMY: Easy-breezy.
LOUISE: Let's just be. - I feel like you've changed my life.
[knocks on door]
- Abby, hi. Come in. Oh, no. Did you sneak out?
- Not very well.
[footsteps]
- Hi. - Hi.
- I'm Abby's mother. - Oh.
- I just caught her climbin' out of her bedroom window to come here.
She interrupted an incredible Lands' End online sale and I'm pissed.
- Okay, for the record, I did not tell Abby to sneak out.
That would be totally inappropriate.
I was very clear about that
when I was waiting for her outside of her high school.
- I'mma need you to stop contactin' my daughter.
I don't want some freak puttin' ideas in her head.
Now you keep that psychic crap to yourself, okay?
- Excuse me. What is going on?
- Oh, no, Mom.
- Are you yelling at my daughter on my property
'cause I just dug a hole big enough for a body.
- This your kid?
Tell your kid to stay away from my kid.
I don't need her tryin' to convince Abby that she can see the future.
- Well, I can see the future right now
because I was once like you and I know where this goes.
- God, they're all crazy.
- I remember when Maggie first started having visions,
I was as scared and confused as you are.
Especially because one of 'em involved a nip slip at my aunt's funeral.
I did everything except believe my daughter.
And it was a huge mistake.
- Believe that she can see into the future?
- I know it seems crazy, but it isn't really.
And I think you know that deep down.
The things she sees always come true, don't they?
So, don't make the same mistakes I did.
I know it feels like you can't relate to her,
and you don't know how to help,
but the path you're on
only leads to her shutting you out, and trust me, that hurts.
♪
- I'm just worried about this new version of her.
- This isn't a version. It's just her.
And she's gonna be okay,
especially with someone like Maggie helping her.
- [sighs] I'm Janice, by the way. - Well, I'm Maria.
Come on, let's leave these girls alone. I'm gonna show you that hole that I dug.
I'm not gonna put you in it unless you want to.
- Sorry, my mom is so crazy.
- Oh... it's okay.
Remember when my mom threatened to bury your mom?
[chuckling]
- So, does this mean you can still help me?
♪
- Hi. - Oh, hi. I like your shirt.
- Thanks. I've had it forever. - Cool.
See ya. - Bye.
♪ "The Sun Will Rise Over the Year" by Roo Panes playing ♪
- Yeah... and you're gonna be just fine.
♪ And you're lying there in bed ♪
BOTH: Oh, sorry.
- Oh. [laughing]
- We dancing now? - [laughs] Yeah... Oh.
Yeah, we were dancing. - Oh.
- I'm gonna go this way. - Yes, yes. I'll just slide this way.
[laughing] Have a good night.
- Yeah, you too.
♪ It's a funny thing that night ♪
Okay, so what are we workin' on?
- Well, your mom fixed the problem. Now we're just patchin' the holes.
♪ Yeah, you're gonna be alright ♪
Hey, uh, honey. - Hm?
- Tell me why we didn't hire somebody to do this for us.
- Oh, because you're so cheap.
- Thank you. Just needed to remember. - Mm-hm.
♪ party music playing ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[bell ringing]
- Ah! [grunting]
Are you okay?
- I think I'm... I'm okay. - Oh.
I'm really sorry. Things with wheels are very hard for me.
- Oh. - I'm Amy.
- I'm Dave.
Do you wanna stare into each other's eyes for a bit,
and take me to the infirmary?
- Yes.
- In what order?
♪
[clucks]
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