Red Oaks

Bend your knees.

Fuck you.

Your knees, okay? Your knees.

Okay, watch your footwork.

- Uhh! - You're hanging out

in No Man's Land. When you hit,

get back to the center, okay?

Let's try it again.

Enh!

That's better.

Uhh!

- Nice shot. - Hee hee!

Ohh!

Great work today.

You're absolutely right, man.

Lower the knees. You got it.

- Backhand's feeling nice. - Yeah.

That Feinberg better watch his ass.

- - Heh heh.

You're a good coach.

Thanks.

Nash spent half his time kissing my ass,

and you don't.

I respect that.

I figure you have enough people kissing your ass.

It's good management style.

Don't go handing out compliments

like gold stars.

Withhold your approval

so people have to try a little harder to earn it.

Works the same way in marriage.

I'll have to remember that.

What are you majoring in again?

Accounting.

Jesus. Why?

The plan is to work for my dad after I graduate.

He's a CPA.

I just never understood why anybody would want

to spend their whole career counting other people's money.

Did you ever want to work the Street?

Like as a trader?

No, as a hooker.

Yes, of course as a trader.

See, stocks get all the press,

but high yield bonds, that's where the action is at.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Big risk, big reward.

It's not for everyone.

You have to have balls of steel.

You got to be a gambler.

Okay.

Yeah? You ever see The Right Stuff?

Oh, the Philip Kaufman movie? Yeah, I love it.

Well, then you know the type... cowboys,

men who like to push the limits,

who lay it all on the line each and every day.

Yeah.

I'll tell you what.

If you ever decide to pull your head out of your ass

and switch majors to something useful like finance,

you look me up in the city,

and I'll arrange an internship for you at my firm.

- Really? - Yeah.

Wow. Thanks.

Yeah. All right.

So he just keeps calling and calling, you know?

Begging me to take him back. I just...

I think I have to change my number.

Sweet ride.

Ladies.

Is this yours?

Yeah. Tips have been pretty good, you know.

Need a lift?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure.

- Okay. - I'll catch you later.

Pretty cool, huh?

Yeah. Nice.

Hey.

Hello.

Glad I ran into you.

I wanted to apologize.

- For what? - The other day.

If I was acting weird

or said anything inappropriate,

you could probably tell I wasn't being myself.

You were acting a little strange, but...

Yeah, well, I took a bunch of allergy medicine,

and had, like, a heat stroke.

It was... ugh... it was crazy.

It's okay. You were funny.

I was?

You should take allergy medicine more often.

Uh, hey, you want to, you know,

maybe hang out some time?

Some time? No.

But if you have a specific time in mind...

- Yeah? - Yeah.

You want to hang out tomorrow night?

No. Uh...

but I'm free tonight.

That's great. Yeah.

- Yeah. - Great.

What time shall I pick you up?

Meet you out front in ten minutes.

- Excuse me? - You, um,

you have other clothes in there?

Uh, yeah, yeah. Yeah, I do.

Okay. Good. So go change.

- Wait. - Wh...

Where are we going?

The city.

A bunch of Polish sausages and stuff.

Yeah, it's just right here.

Ah, shit. Rod's here.

That's his truck.

Who's Rod?

He's my ma's dickhead boyfriend.

He's the worst. He's always

accidentally walking in on me when I'm in the shower.

- What? - Yeah.

God. I mean,

is there anywhere else I can drop you?

My dad's place?

Where's that?

Pasadena.

Mm.

Anyway, thanks for the ride.

Hey, um,

have you, uh...

um...

have you seen Back To the Future yet?

No.

No.

Want to maybe come check it out?

Yeah.

All right. Come on.

Put this back here. Let's go.

It's going to be my third time.

- Skye: That's great. - David: Wow.

The women in Rohmer movies are so smart and sexy.

Hmm. And the men are so clueless.

He's a genius.

Who else can make a knee erotic?

A lot of people.

I have always thought that knees are sexy.

They're no elbows.

Very hot.

Right?

Whoo.

What about me?

Eh, you know, it's not bad.

- I mean, it's okay. - It's...

I love the movie. I love Michael J. Fox,

but the DeLorean almost ruined it for me.

I mean, even if time travel was theoretically possible,

which it isn't, there's no way a DeLorean could...

I don't think I can afford this.

It's okay. It's my treat.

Really?

Yeah, of course.

I feel underdressed.

You look great.

Better than great.

Ooh, lobster.

So, uh,

what do you want to do now?

Uh, uh, maybe food?

- Okay. - Great.

There's a bagel place around here.

I don't want a bagel.

No. No. Yeah. That's a stupid idea.

It's a bad idea. It's... Oh.

Where are we going?

SoHo.

To get something to eat?

Uh, a party...

- Oh, cool. - ... actually.

- Can I get a bagel there? - No.

So if you had a magical sports car,

say, like my Trans Am,

and you could go back in time,

what would you do different?

I guess not date Steve.

I never did understand what you saw in that guy.

I mean, he could be sweet.

You know?

And despite what everyone thinks,

he's not stupid.

I mean, he writes music.

Thank you.

Dessert?

Not here.

And only if you let me buy.

Okay. Deal.

I feel like I should be wearing a 10 gallon hat.

What?

Like Jon Voight, Midnight Cowboy.

- Serge. - Skye.

Hello, Alec.

Hello.