Roberto Carlos em Jerusalém (Roberto Carlos em Jerusalém)

Why don't we see if we can spot Prince Charming?

Hi, I'm Gypsy.

I love Wolverine.

Oh!

Some call me Logan.

But you can call me Scott.

- A girl can do a lot with a red wig.

- There's only one redhead for Wolverine: Jean Grey.

- How old are you? - She's 15.

Born in 1995.

I thought you said I was born in 1993.

And one of those, too.

Hey, it's Gypsy from the convention.

So 18 years old,

and you just got your own Facebook.

I'll give you my address

if you ever want to send me a present.

It's me, Gypsy. - But you're walking.

I am in love and running away

to get married and have kids,

and there's nothing you can do to stop me.

Love, Gypsy, your 19-year-old daughter.

Come on.

Come on, let's go home.

Well...

I'm feeling better now. Let's go do your bath.

I'm not really that dirty.

Let's not argue.

I don't want your port getting infected.

Come on.

Okay, Mom.

Come on, sing along with me.

- I'm not really in a singing mood today, Mom.

Oh, my baby's not in a singing mood.

Come on.

Oh.

Oh, be careful!

I'm not a baby.

Oh, no.

I must have lost count on my calendar.

Why didn't you tell me?

You know this happens once a month.

Ooh, I'll have to clean this.

I have to clean everything.

I'm real sorry, Mom.

Remind me when you last ate?

Breakfast, three hours ago.

Two poached eggs.

Soft, like you told me.

Your blood sugar shouldn't be this high.

As I have repeatedly told you, Mrs. Blanchard,

you need to be getting in at least 30 minutes

of walking a day to start managing this.

We're gonna have to put you on insulin,

and you're gonna have to check your own blood sugar

several times daily.

At least until we can get you under some control.

Wait, is that bad?

Oh, sweet pea.

I'm sure everything will come out all right.

It always does when we're together.

It's not great. Your mom is really sick.

Is she...

- is she gonna die? - Oh, no.

- Worst-case scenario, she could.

Type 2 diabetes can be fatal.

- Oh, you're upsetting my daughter.

- I'm sorry, that's not my intention.

But this is serious.

You're gonna need daily injections.

- Oh... Oh, sweet pea.

She hates needles.

She's gonna have to get over that

so she can help me.

It's not getting shots herself she hates so much.

It's seeing her mama get punctured in any way.

I'm sorry, Gypsy, baby, but I'm gonna need you now

every single day.

Will you lift up your shirt for me?

So you'll grab a piece of the abdomen...

and then pierce it with the needle.

And then inject.

Oh!

Yay, yes!

Oh, don't worry-- it's sugar-free.

Oh, I spent a long time thinking about what to get you.

'Cause I'm finally 18 now?

I guess I lost track. - Oh, don't you get smart.

You remember what I told you?

That was a typo on that card.

You were born in 1995,

not 1991.

You think I don't remember the day you were born?

No, of course not.

I'm sorry.

Just, um--18.

It feels very, um...

grown up.

- Well, you're not like other 18-year-olds.

You'll always be my little baby.

But I hate seeing you so lonesome.

Ooh, you're not gonna believe what I got you

for your birthday.

Ooh!

Come on.

Okay.

Here.

Oh, my gosh!

Guinea pigs!

Oh, oh!

Hi!

Oh, I'm gonna name this one Moo Moo

and this one Boo Boo.

Thank you, Mom!

Thank you! Hi, little guys.

- Oh. I'm gonna go take my nap.

You want me to put them in their new cage?

- No, no, that's okay. They can stay out.

Aww.

Thank you.

Thank you, Mom.

You're welcome.

I bet you'd like to go outside

and get a little birthday sun, huh?

Okay.

This is very important, okay?

We have to be quiet.

We can't wake her up.

Okay.

Okay, stay there.

Hey.

Hey.

You look good.

Do you know how they're doing?

They seem fine.

I got lunch ready. You coming in?

- Yeah, I might go and say hi to her first.

I just worry about her. She doesn't have any friends.

Do you have to?

If you go over there, you'll get trapped all day.

I'll be a minute.

Hey, Gypsy!

Um...

I'm gonna try and transfer out of Twain next year.

Or, I was.

But I met this guy,

and he, like, lives here, so I don't know.

Maybe I don't want to move to Kansas City anymore.

Maybe I shouldn't go far.

How did you meet him?

Um, it was online.

I don't know, I feel kind of weird about that.

I'd never done it before, but my roommate?

She's an Evangelical, and she signed me up

for this thing called "ChristianDatingForFree. com."

It's super dorky.

I thought online dating was for serial killers, but...

Oh.

Jaden's not that.

I mean, he's got a good job in construction.

Or, he did.

He got sick, so they kind of fired him.

- Can I see it? - See what?

Oh, the website.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Hold on, here. - Come here, Boo Boo.

Um...

it's cool 'cause it shows you who's nearby.

Um, I thought I knew everybody in this town,

but I never met Jaden before.

Look.

Huh.

- Oh, my God, is that Matt Sutherland?

No way.

The lawnmower guy?

Oh, my God, it says he's into anime.

He's one of those guys.

Oh.

Hello?

Hi, Dee Dee. It's me.

- Oh, is this about-- - Put Gypsy on.

I want to say happy birthday.

- Honestly, she doesn't know it's her birthday.

What?

I don't want to get her hopes up,

give her anxiety about how many years she's got left.

All the doctors say it's the best thing to do

in her condition.

What's her condition? Did something new happen?

I-I thought you said

she'd been doing all right lately, you know?

Is there something I should know?

Oh.

Oh, Rod, it's the doctor's office.

- I gotta take this call. - Dee Dee, I really wish

you would tell me what's going on--

- Hello? - Hi.

Am I speaking to Claudinea Blanchard?

Why, yes, it is.

This is Dr. Buchanan's office