This is My Year

Uh, hi. This is Rob calling for Alison.

Hey, hi, sorry. I just, uh, pulled over.

Uh, what's the-- Did they have her-- What's the news?

I don't know what the laws are about driving with a cell phone.

I don't... I know that I voted for something

about Bluetooth headsets, but I don't...

Look, I just wanted to play it safe. Um...

Hey, listen, have we, um... Have we heard from them?

Are we, uh... Are we in?

That's great. That's, gr--

Yeah, it's great. That's great.

Uh, yeah, I felt like the pitch went really well,

and I was... I was pumped about it.

I felt really, um...

Pumped.

Uh, listen. Um, good job setting this up.

Yeah, good job. Hey, we're doing it.

Mmm-hmm, yeah.

Uh-huh, yeah, that... That works.

Monday's wide open. Yeah, I can do Monday.

Yeah. Um, listen.

I should go 'cause I have, uh,

some other calls that I gotta make.

Okay, all right. Thank you. Thank you, Alison.

Thanks again. Bye-bye.

Yes!

Yes!

Oh!

Mom?

I think it's finally starting.

Well, thanks, guys, be right out.

Have some boxes in the hall, Connor.

Okay, got it.

What're you doing?

I could've got those for you. Uh, no.

Anything else? No, this is everything.

Thank God.

So it's like official. You're like a Hollywoodian.

Like a Hollow-Hollywooder?

Out of the valley and into the frying pan.

Why would anyone do that to themselves?

Connor?

In here.

I thought you left without locking it again.

Yeah. I said sorry for that.

I saw a distinctly bass Halsey man peeing in a trash can out front.

So a little more caution, please?

I know. Not happening again.

You went back. Look.

It's bad enough living a block away from Hollywood Boulevard.

I'm just trying to make the most of it

by stocking up on shitty swag and trinkets.

All my Christmas presents for family I don't talk to.

We don't set foot on that street

unless there's a virus outbreak

and that's the closest medical tent.

I got something for you. And even then,

we would have to weigh it against

how severe the virus symptoms are.

"Best Writer." It only took three years.

And mine.

Very cute. I thought so.

Have you seen any more of our neighbors?

Yeah, actually.

They helped me carry all this stuff up here.

Aw. Simple but sweet.

My kinda guys.

Which one's Mark and which one's Dave?

I doubt their mothers even know.

He's so funny. He's like a prankster.

He's basically another Clooney.

That's amazing. What's something funny that he did?

Yeah, um, you know what?

It was one of those you had to be there type deals.

Oh, I get it. What else about him?

Yeah, dude, tell us more about Bradley Cooper's eyes.

Shut up, dude. You didn't work with him.

Neither did you though, right?

You just saw him at the studio?

While I was dropping off a package for work.

It counts.

Uh, maybe then you can pitch

one of Connor's scripts to the Coop.

No. Dave's just totally joking.

I would never ask a friend to do anything like that.

Oh, hey, beer.

Oh, hook a brother up.

You want one?

Uh, I'm good. Help yourself though, Mark.

This week I caught up with "Funny Girl" Ashley North

on the set of her new comedy. Oh, I just love her.

As do I. I might be in love with her.

Aren't we all?

I spoke to her about the pressures

of becoming a rising star-- You've spoken to her?

She's so down to earth.

Yeah, I've heard that.

We discussed

the pressures of becoming a rising star

and what it's like having the weight of the world

on her shoulders.

Take a look.

"Weight of the world."

Uh, it's probably a bit of an over statement,

but, uh, my back is killing me.

No, but seriously. It's a serious question.

Oh, okay.

Uh, yeah, I guess it can be difficult at times.

It's a nice night out tonight, huh?

Yeah, I guess so.

So, is that why you moved to L.A.?

The weather?

I'm actually trying to be a writer.

Oh, my God. Well, me too.

Well, what kind of stuff do you write?

Uh, scripts and stuff, you know?

Is this your first one? Uh, no.

I've already written five. Ah, that's a lot.

They're not great.

They're not good at all, actually.

Oh, yes! Oh, yes!

Mmm, yes.

Oh, yes.

Dave's been in there with Mariah for a long time now.

Sofia.

Oh, Sofia!

Yep. Yep.

Oh, um, uh...

I'm not gonna...

Oh, I just... I get it. I get it.

I'm so sorry. No, don't be sorry.

No, I'm sorry for, you know...

Did you want another beer or...

No, I'm, uh... I'm good.

Thank you, Connor.

That's right.

I am Betsy Ross, and I did sew this here flag.

Is it okay if I do like a Southern thing?

Those men claimed they designed it,

but they have no sense of style.

Those stars were all wrong...

I cannot believe my ears.

I know.

I still have every one of 'em.

...needs a woman's touch.

Do you remember how we could just turn in a video assignment for any class

and it was like an automatic A?

My mom's camera single-handedly kept us on the honor role.

You could not have found these at a better time.

It's crazy how stunning we were.

Even back then, you were so talented.

...I just...

I just love my country so much.

I just changed. "I just changed."

Yeah, I guess not.

...but damn, is he hot.

Did I write this one? I forget.

Damn, I wouldn't mind gettin' a few splinters in my tongue,

if you know what I mean.

Is that a genuine one and a quarter...

Diamond, what, carat?

Is that a genuine one and a quarter

carat... One...

Oh honey, is that a genuine...

Is that a genuine... Am I a bitch?

A quarter carat diamond ring?

Moon Kissed Jewelers?

Yes, a thousand times, yes.

Yes, a thousand times, yes.

Hey.

I remembered to lock the door.

Impressed?

I hate that. I fucking hate that.

You had an audition. That's great.

I don't need to read about it on Facebook.

And what's worse is after it was over,

he posted another picture of him giving the thumbs up.

Oh, like it went great.

Prayers and good vibes are appreciated.

Gross. The worst.

Hey, guys. Oh, shush, she's here.

Everyone shut up. Funny, A.J.

I didn't even know you were home, Connor.

I was trying to get some work done,

but I couldn't concentrate over all your rehearsing.

And how are we supposed to work

with all of your silent writing?

So, who had an audition?

Oh, I worked something yesterday.

That's awesome. Congratulations.

Whatever. It's just another commercial, but, hey.

I miss commercials.

I'd murder a child for a commercial.

Stop.

Ugh! I don't know if I can handle

booking another bullshit pilot

that's never gonna see the light of day.

I drool over Marcus' residual checks when they come in the mail.

Oh.

Well, it sounds like things are really going well for you guys.