Fanny Pack

I won't let Dad control me.

No, he loves you!

He's...

He's just trying to understand you,

that's all.

Mom, I'm 25.

He's never going to understand.

- You know, you're just as stubborn as he is.

Tell him that I love him.

You can tell him that.

Mom, I'm going to New York.

This photography exhibit can put me on the map.

Yes, but...

You know, your father thinks you're dating a BMW!

What's a BMW?

A Black, Muslim, or White.

Love you, Mom.

Wait, are you?

Hey, Babe.

- Hey, babe. What's up?

You on your way? - Yes, yes. I'm on my way.

Mmm, I miss you so much.

Look, babe, what are you wearing?

Traveling clothes.

No, underneath that.

What are you wearing?

Babe, I'm driving.

- Please tell me the color of them panties.

- Babe, it's too early for this.

It's never too early.

Aww.

Oh, babe. I miss you. -

I'm trying to see what them panties look like.

Okay?

Well, I'm not wearing any --

- Who's Babe? -

Dad!

What the hell are you doing here?

Yes? Hello, Babe!

Who are you?

Dad.

Who's Babe?

- We have nothing to talk about!

- We have plenty to talk about!

Tell me!

- You've crossed the line this time.

- Are you staying with Babe in New York?

Talk to me!

Oh, God. Don't tell me you're dating a Pakistani.

You're dating a Pakistani! Perfect!

You can't park here.

The white zone is for

immediate loading and unloading...

Open the child-lock.

Thanks for the surprise, Dad.

...no parking.

Bye.

You can't park here!

Excuse me! Excuse me, sir.

You can't park here.

Sir?

Hi.

Flight 704 to New York, please.

Okay.

Are you travelling alone?

Yes.

You look very exotic.

With your hair color,

I just can't tell where you're from.

I'm from Los Angeles.

Right on. So am I!

I'm local, you're local.

We should hang out.

There's a great place in Silver Lake.

You have any baggage?

- No. - Yes.

Me. - No.

- I'm with her. - No, he's not.

Dad? - I'm her father.

- Is this your father? - No.

Yes, my ID.

And I'd like a seat next to my daughter, please.

- You're not coming to New York with me.

- I'm an old man who wants to travel.

I've never been to New York.

- Oh, wow. - He went two weeks ago.

- You know, uh, when she was younger,

I used to carry her tickets, passport, money,

everything with me right here.

Now, I just have my own.

I'm all alone.

- Can I have my boarding pass, please?

- And my only daughter's embarrassed to sit next to me.

- Don't listen to him. - Geez.

I hate you, Dad.

Excuse me, sir.

Run away.

That's what you're best at.

I know why you don't want me at this exhibit.

It's because you're having adult sleepovers

before marriage.

- Sir, this is a line. - Yeah.

Excuse me.

- Excuse me. This is my daughter.