Maggie

- I just can't believe things ended with Rene.

He was perfect.

But you said he was too similar to you.

But my type is me.

- Maybe you just need to get back out there.

- I'm terrible at meeting people. I don't know where I would even start.

- Let's see. - Okay.

Nice shirt.

Maybe start at the grocery store.

I guess I am low on milk.

That's the spirit.

It was really good to see you. - You too.

Good luck out there, Evan.

Cute shirt, by the way.

Oh... thanks, Maggie.

Hi, can I help you?

I love when dino nerds get together.

- I know, right? Wait, how did you know that?

Oh, I just saw it.

You... You just saw it?

Yeah, in my head.

That's why I'm here.

I think I'm psychic.

And that's the look I saw you'd have.

So, tell me more about your visions.

Well,

I thought freshman year was going to be my year,

and then the visions started, and totally ruined my vibe.

But I feel like a freak. I have no friends.

I'm like Lindsay Lohan in that Y2K movie about mean girls.

Oh, that makes me feel old but go on.

I just feel so alone.

And I don't have anyone else to talk to about this.

Not even my mom believes me.

She just doesn't understand me.

Nobody does.

No, I do. I was just like you.

Except I had a choker and two tiny strips of hair right here.

- So, how did you end up so... cool and normal and pretty?

Retinol?

And I found people who believed me.

Like, I had my best friend, Louise,

who everyone thought was crazy even without the visions,

and my psychic mentor, Angel,

who everyone thinks is crazy with visions.

Oh.

I wonder where I could find a mentor-like sitch.

Oh-- No, that's--

No. You definitely--

Trust me, you do not want this sitch.

I am still deep in the "figuring it out" stage myself.

So, let me connect you with Angel.

He is going to love this.

Angel, come on!

Did I eat a bag of pita chips last night

'cause this is a hard pass.

There are only a few of us out there.

We owe her our guidance.

- "We"? She didn't walk through my beaded curtain.

- Angel, I've always thought of us as a sort of Sonny and Cher.

Uh-uh, do not use my culture against me.

Maggie, do you have any idea how busy I am?

I have a full book of clients.

I gotta go to Costco and Walmart, but for different needs.

And I am on a kiwi cleanse

that has my energy levels at an all-time low.

Why don't you help her?

- 'Cause I hardly know what I'm doing. I can't advise someone else.

And what if I say something wrong and I mess her up?

- You can't mess up a teenager. That's their parents' job.

- Okay, well, I don't know what to tell this girl.

You'll figure it out.

Now, go on now.

I don't want you here when I... eat all of these.

- All of 'em? - All of 'em.

Yeah, I'm out.

Did you know Mean Girls came out 18 years ago?

We're officially old.

- Yeah, but who cares? I mean, we look incredible.

20s-us could never.

- Could never what? - Yeah, you get it.

Okay, um, I gotta run. I'm teaching candlelit yoga at five.

- Okay. - Bye.

- Bye. Have fun. - Bye.

Bye.

- Hey. - Amy, what's wrong?

- Well, I may have just tapped someone's car.

I couldn't get it back on, babe.

Oh my god, Amy, you're the worst driver.

- That's a whole bumper. - Did you leave a note?

- Of course, I left a note. I have pre-written ones in the car.

I feel... terrible.

Things with wheels are very hard for me.

- Lucky me. That's how we met at Burning Man.

- Aw. - She ran over me with her bike.

- I did. - Love.

- I hope it wasn't one of your neighbors. - Someone hit my car and stole my bumper!

Who leaves a pre-typed note?!

"Sorry my car wanted to smooch your car. Smiley face emoji."

If this guy's not hot, I'm gonna be pissed.

Go for Amy.

Big news.

I heard you don't have to rinse rice before you put it in the rice cooker.

Gert told me that. - Oh, who's Gert?

- Jack, I've told you who she is at least five times.

- Oh, right, Gert. Sure, yeah. - Yes, Gert.

- Yep. Good old Gertie.

Gert, Gert, Gert.

You know Gert. Little Miss Gertie.

Gertie Gert.

Oh, interesting. You both have texts, and I don't, hm.

Oh, sorry.

I'm texting with this high schooler. They text a lot.

I would've thought you'd go older.

No, Mom, no. I, I met this girl earlier.

She, um... she just started having visions.

She's actually the same age I was.

Oh, her poor mom.

It's no picnic raising a psychic.

No woman needs her teen daughter

forecasting her hot flashes like the weather report.

Mm, that was actually helpful.

- I actually think it's, um, it's a lot harder for the kid

than it is for the mom, no?

I mean, especially when a certain person doesn't believe you.

- Oh, sure. I get it. It's all the rage to blame Mommy

for everything these days, isn't it?

"Mommy didn't get me. Mommy has no boundaries.

Mommy's the reason I'm in therapy."

- Mommy was the reason I was in therapy. She made me go.

- Okay, voices are raised. Time to smile and nod.

- Well, I am sorry I took you to a top psychologist.

He was featured in an in-flight magazine, Maggie.

I just wished that I could have talked to you.

I mean, thank god I had Angel and Louise.

Otherwise, I would've been completely alone.

Well, I did the best I could.

It's not like there's a book on parenting a psychic child.

Jack, back me up.

Honey, am I not smiling and nodding?

She always does this.

She always makes everything about her.

Don't bring your father into this.

- You literally just brought him into this! - Well, I can't say anything right!

- Ugh. - I would like to announce

that I have officially lost my appetite.

Yeah, so have I.

Well, mine's more gone.

- You win. - Okay. I won.

Everybody hear that? I'm the winner!

Honey, if you've lost your appetite,

why don't ya leave that plate here and I'll finish it?

Or I'll just eat it up there on the counter.

That's fine.

Leave a message.

Hey, Abby, it's Maggie, um.

I thought about it, and I would love to mentor you.

You know what? I'm just gonna shoot you a text.

Probably don't even know what a voicemail is.

There you go. - Thank you.

Oh, I am so sorry, Louise.

I can't believe it's gonna take two weeks to get a part for your PT Cruiser.

- My girl was all-natural. She never had any work done.

She was the Meryl Streep of cars.

Ugh, this sucks.

- Are you mad at me? I hate it when people are mad at me.

It's like the opposite of my kryptonite.

He loved kryptonite, right?

- I honestly don't know anything about Batman.

- Well, wherever you need to go... I will drive you.

- No, it's fine. I'll just take an Uber. They're reliable.

Absolutely not.

They're terrible drivers. Come on.

Milady, your chariot awaits.

Oh no. - What was that?

- Do you mind handing me one of those "oopsie cards"?

Quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick. - Okay!

- Thank you. - Did you just... do that?

Sure did. Sorry!

How is your car in pristine condition?

So... how was school today?

- Well, I went in with our plan to talk to one new person, and I did.

- Look at you. You're practically a politician.

- But then I had a vision of them flossing their teeth with a piece of hair,

and called them gross to their face.

- Well, that's still progress. You said hi to someone.

- I didn't say hi. They said hi. I said gross. Then I ran away.

I'm hopeless. - No! You're not, you're not.

And you're gonna find out that literally everyone is gross.

You just can't let your visions overwhelm you.

Remember, they're in your head. Nobody else can see them.

Gimme your hands.

Oh... he's cute.

- Who? - Oh, you'll find out.

It's best to let the future unfold on its own.

Let's all put our thinking caps on.

Oh, is that... Ben?

Ben is your teacher? - Yeah.

Mr. Morales is the one who recommended you.

He's the best. - Yeah.