Mm. Bet thatguy didn't call back.
Actually, he did.
All right, so which one do you want?
Double divorce pillhead with kids who don't talk to him,
or heroin addict whose bottom was waking up in a motel
with something stuck in his bottom.
He hit a bottom bottom.
What? I still want to look good.
Just look at the two of you!
Oh, I only wish Frank were here.
He would have loved this surprise.
I know this is awkward, but is he, like,
at the store or dead...?
He passed ten years ago.
I'm so sorry.
He adored you, Tammy.Oh.
I'm sorry, too.
Oh! I want to show you something.
Well, two things haven't changed:
this carpet, and she still hates me.
She does not hate you.
How would you know?
You're too busy getting adored by dead Frank.
Do you recognize these?
No way! I made those for you, like, in eighth grade.
I love them, and I still use them all the time.Aw.
Sweet! Do you have anything I made?
The only thing you ever made me was crazy.
You know, speaking of crazy, that's kind of why we're here.
Um, now that I'm sober,
I want to make an amends to you.
Um, the night you kicked me out,
I came back and I destroyed your rosebushes.
Not a great move in shorts, but still, I'm sorry.
I just assumed it was Bonnie.
Nope. And for the record,
Iraq-- not my fault, either.
From that night forward,
I just blamed you for every bad thing I did,
and I carried that resentment around with me for years,
but you are not responsible for how my life turned out.
You don't know how much it means to me
that you came all this way to apologize.
Well, I've got something to say, too.
I also got sober, and I also would like to make an amends.
I smoked marijuana in your house.
I snuck in boys.
I stole money and booze.
And this coupon.
And it was me that planted Frank's wallet
in Tammy's backpack, which led you to kicking her out.
I hope you can accept my amends
and just know that I don't live my life like that anymore.
How about I get us some cake?
I'm so glad we did this.
Well, of course you are.
"I use your potholder every day!"
- You're being so immature. - Shut up!
- You shut up. - You shut up.
- Quit it! - Stop it!
Get off me!
Sorry, Mrs. Dickinson.
Well, here we are.
Yes, we've covered that nothing has changed.
Oh, my God, I'm 14 again.
This calls for hot chocolate.
- My favorite.- I remember.
And I'll take one, too.
You can hear me, right? My voice still works?
拜托 邦妮 没那么糟
Come on, Bonnie, it's not that bad.
She didn't even acknowledge my amends.
She totally blew me off.
Well, I don't think that's the point.
I mean, I think we're here to clean up the past,
and if we get a hug out of it, great.
Yeah, says the girl who got a hug
and a confirmed hot chocolate.
Mine's still up in the air.
I remember my first month here.
I would just stare at the ceiling and count those dots
until I fell asleep.
All I was doing was planning ways to escape.
Well, you did, out that window, five nights a week.
There's my old getaway tree.
Maybe I could use it now.
You do, and I'm telling.
Yeah, you always did.
The messed up thing is,
as much as I hated this place,
this ended up being the best part of my childhood.
Don't you wish you could go back
and tell 14-year-old Bonnie,
"Your life is gonna work out"?
She wouldn't have listened.
She would have flipped me off and stolen my car.
Okay, where the hell are they?
Do you think it's possible we got stood up?
I think it's possible you got stood up.
Which is crazy, because they were not...
So, what do you want to do?
You want to stay?
We could eat like it's not a date.
You mean like chicken fingers, onion rings
and mozzarella sticks?
Or something from the grown-up menu.
洋葱圈 洋葱圈 洋葱圈
Onion rings, onion rings, onion rings!
Hey, Mrs. Dickinson.
She found her journal.
I thought I'd leave her alone
with her rudimentary drawings of David Cassidy.
Need any help?
No, I've-I've got it.
You know, a couple fun facts I didn't get to share.
I have a daughter.
She's in law school.
I have a fiance.
He's in a wheelchair.
Yeah. I'm that good a person.
I manage an apartment building.
Wish I'd ended on "Wheelchair," but you get it.