Girl Meets World

Well, another year we're not going to be cheerleaders.

Why do you make me do these things?

Pom-poms are stupid and pyramids made of humans freak me out.

- And what are these? - These are your legs.

Have you ever seen anything so white?

One time when I looked into the sun.

These need to be put away.

We have to go to Demolition right now and get clothes.

Because you know they're gonna find out we took these things.

But my curfew's in fifteen minutes.

But they're having a sale. Vintage t-shirts.

Ooh, I do love t-shirts that other people have already loved.

You are the only person I know that has to be home by seven.

It's ridiculous. They treat me like a baby.

- Who? - Ma-ma da-da.

It's time I was treated like the woman I am.

- I am going to Demolition! - That's the spirit!

- You're not really coming, are you? - Nah.

Wait. You know what? I am.

I am old enough to stay out past seven o'clock.

What's the damage for this, in your professional opinion?

Broken curfew? Chump change.

Whole thing blows over by Wednesday.

- Worth it! Let's do this! - Great! See you Wednesday.

Come on, Auggie. Just pick a babysitter.

Why do you have to go anywhere?

Aren't you happy with me?

Knock it off, it's our anniversary.

All right, I'll give ya three hours. And bring me back an Auggie bag.

Okay, deal. All right.

So how about Shelly from down the street?

Smelly Shelly?

He's right.

How about Anna Stephonopoli?

"Wanna play monopoly?" No, Anna, I don't.

Okay? I don't.

I'm late, I'm late, I know I'm late!

- Seven minutes. - Say nothing. Keep walking.

No. This is a thing.

Deal with your bad girl.

- Okay, where were you? - Demolition.

It's an alternative store.

Where rebels go!

And I bought this t-shirt

I don't think you'll entirely approve of. Bleh!

Edgy.

Uh, Riley, what's going on?

I am too old for a seven o'clock curfew.

I reject it!

Reject it! Reject it! Won't even respect it!

Didn't make the team again, huh?

No!

Every year.

Okay, look, Riley,

your father and I gave you a 7:00 curfew

because we knew that even when you got all rebellious

you'd still be home by 7:30.

- What? - Yeah.

So when you come in here at 7:07

acting all dangerous, it's hard...

I'm sorry.

I can't even keep a straight face. (Laughing)

What are you laughing at?

I'm outta control!

Maya,

you couldn't keep her out any later than that?

I mean, what kind of bad influence are you?

You're right. I gotta up my game.

This'll look great in my room.

Now, that's what I'm talkin' about!

I want to be taken seriously. I deserve a later curfew.

Okay, fine, but I'm your teacher,

and I want you to get proper rest.

I don't want your schoolwork to suffer.

And I'm your attorney, so, please state your case, Ms. Matthews.

I submit to the court, 10:00.

The court laughs in your face.

The legal system is a joke!

Your new curfew is 8:00.

God bless America!

- I want a later curfew too. - Why?

- Where do you want to go at night? - Wherever you go.

Mmm!

Does that mean I can come to your "nanoversary"?

Sorry, honey, mommy and daddy haven't been on a date for, like...

three weeks and four days.

Guys, guys. It's not just the curfew.

I want you to think of me as more of a grown-up.

- I have an idea. - Define "grown-up."

I can go buy t-shirts whenever I want.

And how do you make the money to do that?

I don't have to. I'm a kid.

Riley, grown-ups have responsibilities.

Idea idea idea! Idea idea idea!

What's the matter, Auggie?

Is no one believing that the little kid could possibly have an idea

about how we could raise our older child?

Let Riley be my babysitter.

Holy moly!

All hail August Matthews! Yeah!

- King of apartment 26! - Long live me!

Whoo!

Auggie, you think your sister's ready

for that kind of responsibility?

I would put my life in her hands.

Aww, Auggie, you really want me to babysit you?

Yes. I trust you.

Catch me!

- Ten bucks an hour. - The king's on the floor.

Five bucks an hour.

Hey, Auggie,

you really want Riley to be your babysitter?

Riley makes me smiley.

So, how'd you get mommy to go out with you?

We're married. She has to.

Should I get married someday?

If you find somebody like mommy.

- What about Mrs. ducksberry? - Your kindergarten teacher?

Hubba hubba.

How's the tie coming along?

One bunny ear goes over the other bunny ear.

- How do I look? - Like a shoe.

Great. Mama loves shoes.

- Well, how do I look? - Wow.

- You look wow. - Wow is good?

Wow's amazing. When am I gonna look wow?

Oh, honey, you already do.

Yeah, but not with the bam! And the boom!

And the... you know.

Daddy's going to love the way you look.

Thank you, honey.

But you want to know one of the reasons I married your father?

- Yeah. - He loves me no matter how I look.

- Wow. - Wow.

- And bam, boom! - Cory: Absolutely.

You look stunning.

- Happy anniversary, Topanga. - You too, Cory.

- What's up with the, uh... - Oh, Auggie did it.

It's magnificent.

No going to my room until I tell you, okay, Riley?

Deal.

Aw, look at you two, all dressed up.

- Going out for dinner? - Ba ba Sushi.

Ooh, you hipster!

And then a horse-drawn carriage and a play.

Ooh, you 80-year-old man.

And then jazz night at mudbone.

Now we're playin'!

That's why I married him.

Yeah, we're sophisticated adults.

With a sophisticated babysitter, right?

- The kid's in good hands. - We're sure he is.

- We trust you completely. - Good night.

Yeah, I don't believe this for a second.

- I don't blame ya! - Yeah, let's talk.

Man, you just can't get out of here without the life lesson thing, can ya?

Oh, please, like I had something planned.

Say hello to your new best friend.

Hello, egg.

You gonna introduce us, Riley?

Okay, um, mom,

this is Amanda mcscrambleface.

She is lovely.

Oh, mom, you, too?

- Yeah, I'm with him. - Draw a face on her.

Okay, we're doing the whole "take care of an egg" thing?

'Cause I've seen this.

Not the way we're gonna do it.

Yeah, there's a big twist at the end.

So, uh, tell us about your new friend, Riley.

What are her hopes, what are her dreams?

Amanda makes friends very easily.

Everybody likes her. She's a good egg.

We're going to go backpacking through Europe someday.

Wow. Okay, well, before you do, may I hold her?

Sure. She's a people person.

Hi, wiley's mom.

You wook wow.

Thank you, Amanda. That's very sweet.

Do it.

No! What is the point of this horrible lesson?

This is an egg you knew for a minute.

We're giving you responsibility for our child.

We all love him. Don't drop him.

So, clean Amanda up and have a good night!

Bye!

You're my real brother!

I can't breathe!

- Okay! I fed ya. - Pbj!

- I pajama'd ya. - PJ!

- I sent ya to the bathroom. - P!

So, I get to see your room now?

It'll 'splode your brain!

- (Intercom buzzes) - Maya: What up, weirdoes?

- Maya! - Maya?