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Red Rover, Red Rover,
send Janie right over!
["Signed, Sealed, Delivered"
by Stevie Wonder]
Red Rover, Red Rover,
send Emily right over!
Come on, Emily!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Who's it gonna be?
Yeah, come on, man!
'You're never gonna win!'
Okay. Bobby Fricker.
Gross! He's always picking
his nose.
And eating his boogers.
So what? He's a wimp.
Okay.
Okay, come on.
Come on, you guys.
We can do it.
Come on, Chrissy.
Just hold on.
Come on.
Red Rover, Red Rover
send Bobby Fricker right over.
Oh!
Oh, man!
Stomp her, Bobby!
Stomp her, Bobby.
You can make it!
'Hi, it's Sam. I'm out.'
'Deliberately
avoiding your call.'
'Leave it at the beep.'
'Hello?'
'I wasn't sure
if that was your number'
'until I heard that message.'
'Now I know it must be you.'
'It's me, Chrissy,
the one who's expecting.'
'That is, uh,
expecting a child'
'and expecting you to show up
like you promised'
'with the whole old gang.'
'Oh, no, well, maybe not old'
'but at least, uh, older'
'so let us know if, uh, well'
'I hope when you're coming in.'
'After all,
a promise is a promise.'
Thomas Wolfe once said
"You can't go home again."
Well, that's great for old Tom
but he wasn't a chick who made
a pact with her friends
when she was 12 to get together
whenever any one of them
needed each other.
So, here I am driving back
to my childhood home
in Indiana
a place I can tell you
I never wanted to see again.
I guess a promise is a promise.
Sure looks like I picked
the wrong week to quit smoking.
Hey, doc. Play some B-ball?
Hey, not today. Way too busy.
Oh! That's me.
Bye, Dr. Martin.
'Morton? Chrissy?'
'Anybody home?'
Be right there!
Hey. Saw the Jiffy Pop.
'Oh!'
Thought of you.
Oh, thank you.
Don't go near the stove.
You may burst.
Very funny.
But if this baby doesn't come
soon, I'm gonna have to reach in
and yank it out myself.
Oh, that'll be pretty.
Where's the whiz?
I got it.
Huh!
Oh!
Can you believe this tramp?
'Now, what is it that she has
that gets people so excited?'
Long legs, a tiny waist,
and perky breasts.
Roberta, you know
how I feel about swearing.
Chrissy, "breast"
is not a dirty word.
I can't hear you.
Breast.
Can't hear you. Can't hear..
Breast. Breast!
'Hey, let's go. Hurry it up.'
'Coming, mom!'
Hey. Good to see ya.
Hey, Roberta. You look great.
Oh.
How you doin'?
Alright.
Picture!
And, you! Look at you.
Ahh.
Thanks for coming.
'Oh, wow!'
Oh!
Hey, bitches!
Good Lord!
How you doin', star?
Hi, Roberta.
Good to see you.
Oh, God!
Picture!
Oh!
Huh!
Look at your belly!
Tina Tercell!
Oh, Teeny, Teeny, Teeny, Teeny!
Oh!
Picture!
No, you look good!
'Yeah, I'm a supermodel.'
It's good to see ya, Teeny.
Mm, yeah.
It's been too damn long.
He-he.
Come on in. Come on in!
Yeah.
'Oh!'
Ta-da!
Whoa. Time warp.
Wow. It looks exactly like
it did when your mom lived here.
You know what they say.
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