Everything You Want (Love Surreal)

When I was a little girl. My family and I used to travel a lot.

Well. My parents did. Anyway.

I would only really travel as far as Montana - the Big Sky Country.

Home of Evel Knievel. Custer's Last Stand. And Aunt Edna.

Every summer my parents would pack me up and take me to her house.

While they would go off on one of their grand adventures.

It's not that I didn't like Aunt Edna.

It's just that all we ever did was make jam. And then. When we were done...

we would make more jam.

It was during those long summer days that I learned to love art.

I'd sit on the porch with my crayons and create a new world.

One that helped me deal with my isolation and loneliness.

When I was coloring. I was free.

Free to be anywhere I wanted.

Free from jam.

I drew the things around me and saw the world with new eyes.

But I really longed for someone to play with. To talk to.

I needed a friend.

And then one day it happened.

That was the day...

I met Sy.

Hey!

You can't move.

Sy!

- I can't resist any longer. - What are you up to?

I've been working on my own art piece.

Ahh!

Hey. Hey! You can't touch it. This is a work of art. OK?

This is your nose. Your beautiful eyes...

Jess is home.

Abby?

Abby. Are you here?

I need your help.

- This is ridiculous. - I know. But she can't see you in here.

- OK. Just be quiet. - Sorry. What about under the table?

Have you seen my nametag?

- Ryan told me I can't come back till I find it. - You've lost it again?

I don't know what I ever saw in that sniveling. Slimy. No-good weasel.

- I believe it was his eyes. - Hey. What are you working on?

- Nothing. - Oh. Yeah. Right. Like I believe that.

- Jessica. - Come on. Abby. Let me see it.

OK.

Oh.

- Sy? - Mm-hm.

He's hot. No wonder I never get to meet him.

OK. That's enough.

I'm telling you. It is time you start showing your work in galleries.

- I don't know. I'm just not ready yet. - Sometimes you just gotta take a chance.

You know what? Sounds like a great idea. But I am late for school. Bye.

- What about my nametag? - Use mine.

I tried that last week.

Oh. Yeah!

Few more days. This baby's gonna be ready to roll.

- Congratulations. Cal. That's quite a feat. - Thank you.

Now. How do you plan on getting it out of here?

Through the door?

Good luck with that.

Oh. Yeah. That's not gonna fit.

Surrealism can be expressed as a depiction

of the irrational state of our subconscious.

What did Neiman say on page 52 of your reading about surrealists?

Come on. Anybody?

Please tell me somebody read the assignment.

Miss Morrison?

Well. He said that surrealists believe the dream state...

It could be just as relevant as our waking lives.

Mm.

Yes.

They also construe that the universe is only as real as it seems.

And sometimes things that feel the most real are the least substantive.

Like these papers?

No. Mr. Andrews.

You weren't dreaming.

That is a real D.

Please. Please. Do your reading.

Professor. I think you made a mistake on my paper.

No. Mr. Andrews.

The mistake was when you took this class thinking you had an easy Humanity credit.

I understand. But I really need this credit.

You should've thought about that six weeks ago.

The D stands.

Well. Not your finest hour.

I just don't get this stupid pseudosurrealist crap.

It's not crap.

- What'd you say? - I said it's not crap.

And how do you know?

Oh. A-plus.

Sorry. I didn't know I was speaking to an expert.

Well. Now you know.

You really need to work on your people skills.

Ow.

This is the third time today. Man.

Nick?

Nick?

Do you understand the meaning of "level"?

No. That's OK. Why don't you come down and follow me?

I've got a job less complicated for you.

You have a wedgie. By the way.

I hate that guy.

- Here you go. Have a nice day. - See you later.

Jessica's late again.

You told her not to come back without her nametag.

- I did. Four hours ago. - She's probably still looking for it. Ryan.

I like you. Abby. I do.

That's why I'm telling you this. I know you depend on Jessica for part of the rent.

What are you saying? You're not gonna fire her because she lost her nametag?

Look. Nametags are company policy.

Besides. A patron is 76% more likely to talk to someone with a nametag than without.

Look. You wanna save her job. I understand that. Stay till she gets here.

- Why? - We're short.

- Ryan. There's no one in the store. - That's beside the point.

No. She works books. I mean. I work coffee. It doesn't even make any sense.

- Are you arguing with me? - No. I'm not. I'm just...

Ryan. Look. Tonight's my anniversary. And I'm making dinner for my boyfriend. So...

I want you to go home. I do.

But if your friend thinks she can come in when she wants. Someone has to cover...

- Are we clear? - As mud.

Good. I think all these should be straight. OK.

Excuse me. Welcome to Borders... Oh.

You don't happen to carry The idiot's Guide to Art Appreciation?

I was told it has lots of pictures.

- It's in the juvenile section. - That's good. It's even sort of funny.

So. Do you wanna order or did you just come here to annoy me?

Wow. OK. Uh...

Let me get...

the chocolate cheesecake.

OK. Would you like a coffee with that?

To be perfectly honest. I feel like you might spit in it.

- That's clever. - You don't like me much. Do you?

Hm. It's funny. I thought you were slow.

"Abigail." That's a weird name.

It's Abby.

So. Have a nice day.

- Cheesecake? - Yeah. Right.

Where have you been?

Your glasses.

OK. Here you go.

Oh!

Oh. My God!

Oh! Look. Um...

One of these. These will work for you. They're on the house.

No. It's... it's all on me.

Oh. Gosh.

Oh. No! OK.

Coming.

- Hello? - I've got a crisis.

I don't like it when you start off like that.

You know my cousin. The one who just transferred here?

- Well. I don't "know him" know him. - You're going to. He's coming tonight.

What? No. Jess. Uh-uh...

Hey. I was wondering where I could find a book on embroidery?

- Shh! - What? Don't you work here?

Do I look like I work here?

He's not that bad. I promise. It's just I wasn't expecting to see him

and I really didn't know what to say.

He mentioned that we should get together.

And I sort of said. "Sure." you know. Because that's what you say.

And he's. Like. "OK. Dinner tonight?"

And I'm. Like... You know how I am with the "no" word.

No! Jessica. No! It's my anniversary. I'm making dinner for Sy. I'm sorry.

Oh. I'm sorry.

I don't have his new number.

Well. Maybe I could. Like. Walk around campus until I find him.

No. You know what? It's fine. Actually. Don't worry about it.

- He can come over? - Yeah. He can come over.

- Bye. Thanks. Abby. - OK. Bye.

Hi. Ryan.

Happy anniversary.

They're beautiful.

Oh.

- They're for you. - Oh!

Thanks.

- They smell so good. Thank you. - You haven't made dinner for me?

You know. You didn't need to do that.

Yeah. Um...