90210 (2008–2013): Season 3, Episode 8 - Mother Dearest - full transcript

Adrianna has to un-invite Navid to her magazine premiere party after Victor arranges for her to go with Joe Jonas to boost her image. Annie and Dixon visit their dad but are shocked when a woman answers the door. A series of mishaps lead Jen to conclude that she is a bad mother, so she makes a decision with Ryan and her son's best interest in mind. Naomi and Ivy team up to seek revenge on Oscar with a plan that involves skinny-dipping in the Beach Club pool. Navid discovers that his father may be using underage girls in his porn films and convinces Silver to go undercover.

Previously on 90210:

I felt rejected.

I went home and Oscar was there
and I slept with him.

Ivy doesn't know
that you and I slept together.

You destroyed my family.

I thought it only fitting
that I destroy yours.

Those photos you didn't wanna take?
They landed you the cover.

- Are you in?
- Absolutely.

I knew I recognised her.

That girl Kaitlyn is a junior,

which means my dad
put an underage girl in his movie.

History is largely told

as a chronicle of great people
doing great things.

But for most of us,
life is not made up of big moments.

It's made up of small moments.

And with every small choice,

with every small decision,
we are defining ourselves.

I'm so sorry.

Are we proud of ourselves

or are we disappointed
by who we've become?

Life rarely turns out
the way that we planned.

The unexpected happens

and it surprises us
with new and exciting possibilities.

- Yo, Oscar.
- But sooner or later,

reality hits you in the face.

That guy's mean.

He just clocked him, man.

Guys, what do you think of this one?

You look happy.

I like your hair.

Dress is a no-go. You're walking
the red carpet, not wearing one.

What? People love me
for my honesty and candour.

Who are these people exactly?

Hey, try this one.

Oh, that's pretty. I'll be right back.

You know, Ade...

You know,
we really have to work on your posing.

I mean, I know you did
that magazine cover and all,

but on the red carpet,
there's, heh, no Photoshopping

if you know what I'm saying.

It's all about angles.

I actually would suggest
the over-the-shoulder eye-smoulder.

- Oh.
- The what?

Ass out, head over shoulder, purse
your lips, and smoulder those peepers.

All right, what do you think?

- Ooh!
- Heh, heh.

- Yeah.
- So gorgeous.

I'd do you. Now, smoulder.

One second.

Uh, this is really not a good time.

Why? I'm not busy.

Anyway, what do you think
about Joe Jonas?

Joe Jonas? I think he's amazing.

Good, because he's gonna be
your date for the magazine party.

Um, I don't know what you're talking
about. I'm gonna bring Navid.

- Who the hell is that?
- Navid, my boyfriend?

- You've met him.
- No, no, no, sweetheart.

I know who he is.

That was the press

after you introduced Navid
as your date.

Who the hell is that?

You need to go with someone
who's gonna boost your profile.

Okay, I already promised him,
so I can't.

Are we still having
this conversation?

This isn't prom,
this is a major media event.

You're going with Joe Jonas.
The end.

So the person you admire the most
is Margaret Thatcher, huh?

Well, uh, I did a lot of research

and she seems to be
the kind of person

that colleges respond to.

Colleges wanna get to know you.
They don't wanna get to know

who you think
they think you should be.

- Oh.
- But I did love

the connection you made
between the Falklands War

and your battle with acne
in ninth grade. It was...

- It was really memorable.
- Start from scratch, huh?

Just be yourself

and they'll be crazy about you
just the way I am.

Hey, Jen?

Okay, why exactly does our son
look like a miniature Robespierre?

Chic, right? Ha, ha.

I'm coordinating our outfits
for the trunk show.

Yeah, what are you going as,
Marie Antoinette?

Oh, no, Jacques, no,
not in the tweed trousers.

Oh, it's okay, Jack.

I'd do the same thing
if she made me wear a suit at home.

Oh, God.

- Here, you do it.
- Okay.

I don't wanna risk ruining both
of our outfits.

You know, this is a total debacle.

There's no way I can get those
dry-cleaned by tomorrow.

Yeah, so, what is a trunk show

You're not buying clothes out
of the back of an old Cadillac.

It's a first look
at next season's new baby fashions.

Every mother in Beverly Hills with
a black card will be at the Beach Club.

I'm gonna make all sorts of BFF's.

That sounds fun,
uh, meeting some other mothers.

- I'm hoping to get some parenting tips.
- Sure, cool.

Like about diapers.

What, like cloth or disposable?

Is there any way around babies
wearing them?

They make his bottom look all poofy

and they totally ruin the lines
of his clothes.

I mean, Ryan, you know it's true.

We got the flag up
now and you can see...

- In other world news...
- Come on.

Talk about what we've done...

Okay, uh, heh, what was that for?

You've got mail. College apps
are not gonna fill themselves out.

Have you even thought about
where you wanna go?

Yeah, definitely.

Somewhere with beachfront access
and, uh, women's mud wrestling team.

Uh-huh, glad to see
you have your priorities straight.

Oh, my God.

What, did you find a place

that will let you major in Jay-Z
and minor in bikini models?



This was addressed to mom.
l... I opened it by accident.

What is it?

Dixon, what?

It's divorce papers.

- I don't believe it.
- I know.

I mean, mom still wears
her wedding ring.

- What do you think that means?
- Hey, maybe it means

that she still hopes
that they're gonna get back together.

Yeah. Yeah.

- Why would she still wear it, right?
- Yeah.

And you think dad even knows
that she still wears the ring?

- Probably not.
- Well, we need to tell him.

You gonna keep poking at your plate
or you gonna tell me what's going on?

There is something
I need to talk to you about, Dad.

It's... It's not easy for me to say.

- What? What's wrong?
- Well, uh...

I saw some of your movies. Uh...

Your work movies.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Is this about masturbation?
- No, no.

- Masturbation, it's a very natural thing.
- Dad, it's not about masturbation.

Shh, shh.

Okay, it's not about that, Dad.

No, I saw some of your movies

and I saw this girl at school
and she just...

She looked really, really familiar
and I couldn't figure out how.

And then I realised

she's one or your actresses, Dad.

Her name's Kaitlyn. She goes
by the name of Jade St. James.

Anyway, she goes to my school,
which means that she's underage.

You're sure about this?


Thank you for telling me, Navid.

I don't know how this happened.

You did the right thing to tell me.
I'm gonna straighten this out.


- Thanks, Dad. Heh.
- Yeah.

Hey, hey. What's up?

- How was lunch?
- Went better than I thought.

I just cannot wait to get in the water.

Ha, ha. Getting your ankles wet
doesn't count.

Are you ever gonna get over seeing
that movie Open Water?

Hey, whatever, man.
Sharks are a very real threat.

I think you're safe, buddy.

I didn't expect to see you here.

- A day off from driving Miss Daisy?
- Daisy took a cab.

She got a full afternoon
of purse business.

She knows the rules, man.
I deal with her, but not the drugs.

I still can't believe that girl deals.
It's not even like she needs the money.

I swear,
I'll never understand rich kids.

Trying to understand rich kids is like
trying to understand LeBron James.

The more you talk about it,
the angrier you get.

He should've stayed in Cleveland.

No, no, it's not about loyalty, all right?
It's about winning those titles, all right?

Whoa, wait. Are you sure
you wanna mess with Dixon?

You heard about what happened
to the guy that pissed him off, right?

Hey, please don't punch me, Dixon.
Hey, bro,

I'll give you my lunch money, okay?
Here, take it.

- Shut up, all right?
- Ha, ha.

For real, though,
why'd you hit Oscar?

Ivy had sex with Oscar
the night of the bachelor auction.

- Are you serious?
- Dude, no way.



- Hey.
- Hey, Ivy.

Uh, Dixon, can I talk to you alone?

- Later, man.
- Yeah.

Okay, Dixon.
Look, I'm sorry, okay, for everything.

I never meant for this to happen.
I never meant to hurt you.

You... You dumped me.
I felt rejected.

I was in this really messed-up spot.
No, it's not an excuse and I know that.

But you have to know
that I still love you.

Yeah, well, you should have
thought of that before.

- Is that a mirage or is that really you?
- Ha-ha-ha.

Your phone
was going straight to voice mail

so I thought I'd just come.


- Do you wanna go for dinner?
- Yeah, sounds great.

What's the catch?

You're gonna make me wear some
goofy suit to the party, aren't you?

Oh, does it have epaulettes?
I told you anything but epaulettes.

They just make me look like
a figure skater.

No epaulettes, okay?
You can wear whatever you want.

Um, but the thing is,

we can totally hang out together
at the party

but I can't take you as my date.

Oh, why not?

Heh. Victor wants me to go
with Joe Jonas.

- As your date?
- Well, he's not my real date.

It's a publicity appearance.

Look, we just have
to walk the carpet together.

Victor pulled some strings.
I don't have a choice.

- No, you do, Ade.
- No, I don't.

Victor said I had...

You know?
I'm sick of hearing Victor's name.

- Navid?
- No, just stop.

Navid, don't.

How about you?

I would tell you four hours of sleep
would be a luxury for me at this point.

- Sleep deprivation is the worst.
- Oh, and breast-feeding... Unh.

Oh, my God.
How barbaric is breast-feeding?

Save it
for National Geographic, right? Ha, ha.

Um, I was gonna say that
breast-feeding can be exhausting,

but it's also an incredibly beautiful
thing a mother can do for her child.

Quiet, Jacques.

Shh. Ha, ha.

Oh, it's okay. Stop crying.

Are those leather pants
he's wearing?


- They look hot.
- Thanks.

No, no, I mean, "hot" hot.
Like excessively warm.

Well, we all suffer for fashion,
don't we?

Jacques, it's okay.
He never does this. Ever.

- Do want me to try?
- Oh, no.

Just, here. Let me try.
Do you want me to just...? Here.


Oh, hi there.


That's a good little fella.

Oh, hi.

Isn't he a good little fella? Aw.

Uh, well, I was gonna try that next.

That bouncing thing you're doing.

He's asleep now.

- Good. Perfect.
- Hmm.

Hi. Um...

I wanted to thank you
for your help with Cannon.

Great. How about tonight at dinner?

- What?
- You said you wanted to thank me.

I suggested you could do it
over dinner.

- Pick you up at 8?
- No.

I have Adrianna's magazine party.

I love parties.
Eight o'clock still good?

- First of all, it starts at 6. Secondly...
- Well, 5:45, I'll be at your door.

- Oscar?
- Hold that thought.

Till tonight.


- Come on, you have to pick one.
- Dude, I'm not picking.

- You're a nerd, you know that?
- Yes, I'm aware. Pick.

Okay, fine. If I had to pick,
I'd wanna be able to fly.

Over being invisible?
Are you kidding me?

Have you ever imagined
being invisible?

Dude, the locker-room potential alone
can get you so...

Psst. Hey, what you guys doing?

You wanna grab a pizza or something
after school?


- I don't really think I can today.
- Yeah, I got some, uh, homework.

You guys cool?
You're acting mad weird.

Like more than usual.

No, it's just that,
uh, everything that happened

between, you know,
you and Dixon, uh...

Yeah, okay. Cool. I get it.

No worries. I'll catch you guys later.



Jen, please stop.

- What? Did I forget to pay?
- You took the wrong baby.

Oh, Sophie.

Sweetheart, come here,
come here, come here, it's okay.

I'm so sorry, I...

Sweetheart, it's okay. It's okay.

Sorry, Jacques.

Well, I guess that's what we get
for having the same stroller.

You okay?

Uh, yep. I'm fine.

You don't look fine.

Thank you.


Use this. It'll help cover your blotchy
patches and under-eye circles.

That's kind of why
I'm not friends with girls.

Because you guys think that cover-up
is the answer to everything and it's not.

Okay. Keep your blotches.

I hope you're happy.

- What?
- Thanks to you, I just got fired.

You know, I have car insurance,
not to mention college to pay for.

Well, maybe you should get a job at
the Beverly Center, like a normal kid.

Oh, please. Like you have any idea
what it's like to be a normal kid.

You live in a mansion
and you drive a Ferrari.

Okay, but whatever.
You know what?

You shouldn't have lied
about your age, okay?

You could have gotten my dad
into serious trouble.

- I could've gotten your dad in trouble?
- Yeah.

You think he didn't know
I was underage? He knew.

And I'm not the only one.

Hey, perfect timing. I'm scoring
the Principal Nowack segment,

but can't tell if the Jaws theme
is just too on the nose.

You wanna take a listen and...?

Hey, what is it?

Uh, ha, ha.

I spoke to my dad and he said
he didn't know Kaitlyn was underage.

She said he totally did
and that she's not the only one.

- What do you think?
- I don't know what to think anymore.

I'm so sorry.

I wish there was something
I could do to help.

What? Why are you looking at me
like that?

- Hi.
- Hi.

You must be Dixon and Annie.
Your father showed me pictures.

Heh, um...

- Nice to meet you.
- I'm Katie.

I guess your dad
didn't tell you about me, did he?

- I'm your dad's friend.
- I gotcha. Heh.


- So is our dad home?
- No. Um...

He'll be back in about a half-hour.
Wanna come inside and wait?

Uh. No, no.

We actually gotta get going.

Yeah. We should get home
for dinner.

We were just in the neighbourhood

and thought we'd, you know,
come by and say hi.

- So could you tell him hi?
- No problem. Ha, ha.

It was really nice meeting you.

Uh, heh. You too.

Hey, how did it go
with your new BFFs?

I wouldn't be friends with those women
if my life depended on it.

They were boring and gauche.

And they dress their babies
off the rack.

All right.

- You want me to do it?
- No, I can change a diaper, Ryan.

- I'm not an idiot.
- Okay. Go ahead.



Um. Shh.

Could you not hover?


Oh, it's okay.

Oh, my God. Ryan!

I'm so sorry.

- What's wrong?
- I'm so sorry.

What happened?

I was just changing him
and I turned away for one second,

it was just one second and he fell.

No, he's fine. Come here.

Shh, shh.

- Oh, my God.
- Hey, hey, hey.

- What if I hurt him, Ryan?
- He's fine.

I'm a terrible mother.

You're not a terrible mother.

Babies shouldn't wear leather, Ryan.

And I said breast-feeding
was for National Geographic.

No wonder he liked that other mother
more than me.

Come here. Look at me. Come on.

You're the most important person
in Jack's life, okay?

What just happened
has no bearing on that.

You're his mother,

which means you're gonna have more
of an effect on him than anybody else.

Okay, you're the person

who's gonna make him the man
that he will be one day.

And he's lucky to have you, Jen.


Is this some new dance craze?
I like it.

No, no, I was in a rush.
I didn't have time to dry my nails.

- You got your nails done for our date.
- It is not a date.

- Fine, rendezvous.
- Unh.

- I'll see you at 5:45.
- Aah!

If you smudge, I will kill you.


What do you want?

What's going on
between you and Oscar?

- Heh. Why, are you jealous?
- No, I'm not.

Look, Naomi, you know,
you might be shallow

and manipulative
and incredibly narcissistic...

I'm not gonna stand here
and be insulted, okay?

Okay, listen, but you're not evil.

And Oscar is evil,
so you need to stay away from him.

Hi, I'm Silver.

Ooh. I like it.
What's your real name?

Uh, it's Silver.

- I love the commitment to your craft.
- Ha, ha.

- I'm Holly. Holly Woodlove.
- Nice to meet you, Holly.

You as well.

This is my first audition.

- I'm super-excited to get into porn.
- Oh, don't be too excited.

I know it looks totally glamorous,
but it can be really hard sometimes.

What's your speciality?

Uh, you know, little of this, lot of that.
I do everything.

Ooh. Impressive.

You know, um, there is one thing
that I'm kind of nervous about.

Okay, sweetie, it is no big deal.

They need girls
with small boobs too.

Uh. Oh, good.

But another thing. Um...

See, I'm not exactly 18 yet.

It doesn't matter.

They take anything
that looks like an ID.

- Really?
- Yeah, I started when I was 17.

Okay, go downtown and buy a fake.

It doesn't even have to look real.

Honestly, these people do not care.


We're ready for you.

Ah. It's your turn.

Oh. Ha-ha-ha.

Um, actually, I'm so stupid.

I left my paperwork in the car
so I'm... I'll be back.

Holly Woodlove.

I'm sorry.

Hey, you're late.
I was starting to get worried.

Um, sorry, Mom.

Sit down. We need to talk.

So I guess you saw these.

Uh, I opened that up by accident.
I'm so sorry.

Oh, no, don't worry.
I should have told you earlier.

I know the idea of divorce
must be unsettling,

but we all knew
this day would come.


- What's going on?
- Um...

Well, after we saw
the divorce papers,

we were really surprised,
so we went to see dad.

To see if there was any hope left.

- Oh, you shouldn't have done that.
- Yeah, no kidding.


Dad is seeing someone.

I know. I didn't say anything
because I thought you'd be upset.

Are you?

- No, just a little weirded out.
- Super weirded out.

But we're okay.

I know it's hard to see him
with somebody new,

but try to find a way
to be happy for him.

And I'm here if you wanna talk.

- Okay?
- Okay.



There's my little Jacques in the box.
Ha, ha.

He's so cute. Oh.

I got your message. What's up?


Well, here are the shoes
that you might wanna borrow tonight.

Um, you said
I couldn't borrow your shoes

because my bunions
would ruin your toe box.

- What? I never said that.
- Yes, you did. You were...

I mean, whatever. Thank you.

You like?

Listen, I will make sure
to bring them back unharmed.

Take your time.
And here's a house key.

From now on,
my closet is your closet.

Um, thank you.

Well, plus now you can
come see Jacques whenever you like.

Ah! Better get going.
You don't wanna be late for the party.

- Oh, yeah. Okay, I'll see you there.
- Oh, no, no. I'm not coming.

I'm gonna just spend some time
with Jacques.

Well, okay. Um...

I don't blame you. He's a darling.

Then I will make sure
to see you tomorrow.

Goodbye, Naomi.

Hello? Anybody home?

- Hi.
- Hi, I'm Joe Jonas.

I mean, no, I'm not.

I mean, oh, my God.
I'm Adrianna, hey.

- It's okay. Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you. Uh...

- So thank you for doing this.
- Not a problem.

Besides, hope it will get rid of
all the rumours I'm dating Lady Gaga.

My mom's kind of freaked out
about that.

Yeah. So how does
this sort of thing work?

We just walk the carpet together.

- Hold hands if you're cool with that.
- Yeah.

And if they ask us
about our relationship,

- we keep it vague.
- All right.

But the real question,

which tie do you think?
Because I have no idea.

- Uh, definitely that one.
- Yeah?

Hurry up. Joe is wait...

Oh, Joe.

I see you two have already met.
Joe, you look great.

Me? Adrianna is the one
who looks great.

Uh, does she? Yeah.

No, you know, I don't like you in white.
Go put the black dress on.

Hey, Joe, really looking forward
to your new album.

I already pre-ordered it on iTunes.

You're not gonna change, are you?

- If you like white, you should wear it.
- Yeah, it's just a dress.

You know, it doesn't really matter.
I like the black one too.

What brings you here?

You lied. My friend,
she came here for an audition,

she found out how it works
at your company.

You spied on me?

Only because I thought
you had something to hide.

So I'll ask you again,

did you know
that you were hiring underage girls?

I don't appreciate being interrogated
by my teenage son.

- Did you know?
- Enough, Navid.

Well, just answer the question.
Did you know?

I'll tell you what I know.

I know that you are nothing
but a child.

A child who has had
a very nice life because of what I do!

Now, why don't you go enjoy
your cars

and your membership
at the Beach Club

and leave the rest of it
to the grown-ups!

Get the hell out of my office.

Come in.

Navid, what a nice surprise.
How are you?

Mrs. Silverman, can you hold off
on sending in my Stanford application?

I wanna change my essay
on who I admire the most.

But I love the essay
you wrote about your father.

Yeah, well,
I don't admire him anymore.

Why the sudden change of heart?

What's going on, Navid?
Is everything okay at home?

- I don't wanna talk about it.
- So something is wrong.

Look, I'm your guidance counsellor.
You can tell me. What's going on?

- It's nothing.
- Clearly, it's something.

- Did you and your father have a fight?
- We didn't have a fight.

I found out my dad
is a child pornographer.


You look gorgeous tonight, Naomi.

Tonight? What do I usually look like,
a bowl of dog food?

Ha, ha. No, you never looked like
a bowl of dog food.

You're a spectacular woman.

- You really think so?
- You're extraordinary.

Well, you have good taste
in women.

You know, Ivy warned me
to stay away from you.

Did she?

I mean, she's always been
jealous of me, so...

Oh, I can see why.

Um. Let's go somewhere else.


...like to be alone with you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- What are you doing here?
- Uh, Jen forced me to come.

Said I'm becoming one of those
obsessive parents with no life.

Heh. Since you're here, can we
figure out what nights next week

you're not gonna have a life?
I need to finish Jen's schedule.

- Sure.
- Okay, Jen is busy on Monday.

So can you take Jacques?

Oh, no, it's not Monday.
It's Wednesday, I think.

You know, actually,
maybe it's Monday and Wednesday.

Shoot, I cannot find her calendar.

- Are you okay?
- Uh, yeah.

I'm just having
a little trouble concentrating.

So where were we?

Uh, I think you were just about
to tell me what's wrong.

I'm okay. I'm... I'm okay.

Deb. Deb, please, what's going on?

I just found out
that Harry has a girlfriend.

And I know that I shouldn't care
but I do.

And the fact that I do
makes me feel so pathetic.

No, it's not pathetic.

You were together a long time.
It's understandable.

Yeah, and I had to find out
from the kids.

I mean, how could he not tell me?

It's like... It's like I never existed.

It's like the past 18 years of my life
didn't happen.

Like, they've just been erased.
Honestly, what was it all for?

Come here.

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- It's all right.

I have an idea.

Ha, ha. I bet you do.

- We should go skinny-dipping.
- Ha, ha.

Ha, ha. I'll race you in.

What do I get if I win?

Oh, whatever you want.


I won.

All right, the water's a bit cold.

Come on, get in here
and keep me warm.

Right, well done.

Very impressive. Joke's on me.

All right, now,

just give me my clothes back,
we'll call it even.

Because this is all just one big joke
to you, isn't it?

No, that's not what I meant.

Ivy, look, you're causing a scene,
all right?

Oh, I'm sorry.

What? Something the matter, Oscar?
You got something to hide?

I'm sorry, all right?
Just give me my clothes back.

Hmm. No. No, Oscar, you're
gonna have to grovel for this one.

- You can't be serious?
- Grovel.

Or, you know, we could just let
the entire party see your cocktail frank.

All right, Ivy, listen, please, I'm sorry.

I don't deserve your forgiveness,
but I will work for it, all right?

Honestly, Ivy, I'm sorry.

I mean, that was actually...
It was actually pretty good.

Just not good enough.

Well, bloody hell, Ivy,
what am I supposed to do here?

Enjoy the spotlight, darling.


You deserve it.

No way.

What...? What are you looking at?

Just go away. This is funny?

Hey, I was starting to think
you weren't gonna show.

Red carpet starts soon. You wanna
snark on some outfits with me?

No. Raincheck.

What's going on?
Did you talk to your dad?


- And?
- And apparently,

I'm a spoiled rich kid
who needs to shut the hell up.

- That's not true.
- Yeah, right.

I mean it. It's not... It's not true.

Come here.

You don't deserve
to be treated that way.

Yo, the red carpet's about to start.

You guys coming?

- Yeah.
- Uh, yeah.

Be right there.

- We love you!
- What's wrong?

All these people are here for me?

- Well, what did you expect?
- I don't know. Not this.

Hey, you're a star now.

This is your night. Enjoy it.

Adrianna, this way. Hold it, please.

Come on, you look beautiful.

- Just get out there and wow them.
- Adrianna, we love you.

Oh, my God, Adrianna, hi.

- Adrianna, over here.
- Over here.

Adrianna, we love you.

There she is. There she is.

There you go.


Adrianna, you're so beautiful.
I love you.


- Ha-ha-ha.
- You're awesome, I love you.

Can you guys stop for questions?

Yeah, of course.

- Hey, you look beautiful, Adrianna.
- Thank you.

How does it feel
to get your first magazine cover?

Uh, it's a dream come true.

And how long
have you two been dating?

Actually, Joe and I are just friends.

That's right.
And I'm not dating Lady Gaga.

You hear that, Mom?
I'm not dating Lady Gaga.

This is my boyfriend.

- Dude, go.
- What are you doing?


His name is Navid,
ladies and gentlemen.

And he's the most amazing person
I know.

By the way,
congrats on the YouTube hit.

Everybody's talking about it.
It's all about you.

I couldn't be happier.

- Thanks for having me.
- Thanks.

- Shall we?
- Yeah.

You're working awfully late.

I have some very disturbing news
about Navid Shirazi.

Actually, it's about his father.

Whew! Hey, thank you.

Really, I mean, thank you
for your help tonight.

Oh, yeah.
What Oscar did to you was awful.

I mean, you are rude and abrasive
and in desperate need of a makeover,

but you didn't deserve that.

Yeah. Well, thank you.

So girls have a lot more to offer
than just cover-up, am I right?

Ho's before bro's.

Yeah, we should probably make
a T-shirt.

My God,
that's a really great idea. Sorry.

- Um, weird. I have to go.
- No worries.

All right.

Well, ho's before bro's, bitch. Ha.


- Well, don't leave me hanging.
- Yep. Sorry.

Whatever it takes
to shut you up. Bye.

I'm really sorry. I should have brought
you as my date in the first place.

No, it's okay.

- Really?
- Sure.


Can I talk to you?


Ha, ha. It'd be my pleasure.

Hey. Hey.

I'll be right back, sweetie.

- You look great, Adrianna.
- Thank you.

- There she is.
- Hey.

So, what do you wanna talk about?

What were you doing out there?

You know, when I was walking
the red carpet, it suddenly hit me.

I mean, all these people
are here for me.

- I'm famous.
- Mm.

- You won't be if I tell them the truth.
- Right.

But if you destroy me,
I won't make any money,

which means you won't either.

By the looks of things,
I'm gonna make a lot of money.

So you have a choice.

You could expose me

or you can continue being my manager
on my terms.


Oh, and one more thing.

You will not be getting 80 percent.

Managers usually get 10.
You will get 5.

Hey, how's my college girl?

Ha, ha. Not in college yet,
but one step closer.

I just finished my essay.
Can I read it to you?

- Oh, I would be honoured.
- Ha, ha.


"History is largely told as a chronicle
of great people doing great things.

But for most of us,
life is not made up of big moments.

It's made up of small moments."


Just me with my new key.

I got your text.

Is everything okay?

What's going on?

"Dear Ryan, I'm so sorry.
Jacques is better off

without me"?

She left.

She's gone.

"And with every small choice,

with every small decision,
we are defining ourselves.

Are we honest? Are we faithful?

Are we proud of ourselves

or are we disappointed
by who we've become?

Life rarely turns out the way
that we planned.

The unexpected happens

and it surprises us with new
and exciting possibilities.

But sooner or later,
reality hits you in the face.

My mother never imagined
having to start over

as a single mother
with two grown kids.

But when the unimaginable happened,
she adapted.

She found strength. She moved on.

And I hope when my life doesn't go
as I plan, which it certainly won't,

I can handle myself
with the same grace and the strength

that my mother has taught me.

She may not be an Olympic athlete
or a world leader,

but my mom is definitely my hero."

You wrote it about me?


You have no idea
how much I needed to hear that.

So should I continue reading?

- In a minute.
- Ha, ha.

In a minute.