daddy, would you cut it out?
see?
me either.
yeah, dad, huh?
daddy, put those away!
why? he's a salami with eyes.
how would you know a boy is cute? are you coming out of the closet?
me? when you want me to call some guy cause his father's your publicist?
he's cute.
i thought you were born grown up.
it's full of freudian symbols, dad. it's educational.
hi. i'm anna.
nice to meet you, bob.
you're incredibly creative, daddy.
wasn't that bob?
that was bob! i thought you said he left town?
daddy, you're hurting me!
what's your problem?
i've never seen him like this.
he should go punch some pillows.
sailing.
no. george stark. the boy from the plane.
i'm picking everybody up.
bob!
hi! where you going?
want a ride?
he wouldn't like a lot of things. hop in.
he's nervous about the interview.
maria shriver's coming tomorrow to talk about his book.
well he's always uptight, even when it doesn't show.
sure. imagine growing up with a dad who sees every stage of growing up as a freudian passage. did you ever have crayons?
fat or skinny?
uh oh.
dad saw crayons as phallic symbols. when i asked for skinny crayons, it was a personal assault on his manhood.
i wish! he just kept psychoanalyzing everything. my dolls were alter egos. boys who wanted to kiss me were oedipally fixated adolescents looking to displace their mothers on their aboriginal family totems.
hardly. i analyze everything to death. every time a guy smiles at me, i ask myself is he really smiling or is he just orally fixated? when i smile back, i wonder, am i really attracted or just smiling out of some residual cro-magnon instinct? if i ever actually have sex, i'm not sure i'll know the difference between an orgasm and an anxiety attack!
the kinds of urges other girls act on impulsively, i analyze until either the urge goes away or --
the boy goes away.
lot of good it does me!
what are you doing today?
wanna come sailing?
that's okay. you don't have to.
there's nothing to it. george stark's doing the sailing.
no. you just said i couldn't let him in the house.
daddy, where are we going?
what about the car? i left it at the pier.
daddy, not here!
bob's a perfectly nice guy! he's intense and sensitive and he listens which is more than i can say about you. bob!
dad's at it again. i can tell. another vacation that's not a vacation, right?
dad!
where's bob? where's bob?!
what about bob?
don't you think you should apologize to him?
why not?
and a nice one.
really?!
do it, mom. invite him. you'd be making family history. it'd be the first major thing you've done on your own since i've known you!
daddy?!
incredible! wonderful!
the car's still in town, daddy.
you said to leave it, remember? we walked home.
'bye bob. see you later today, maybe.
but daddy.
daddy, look at your behavior. what are you doing?
hey, look. isn't that bob?
it is bob! it's bob!
daddy, what are you doing?
daddy, he's trying to talk to you.
dad, you okay?
yeah, dad, where's bob?
dad -- ?
what kind of trip? i thought you were working with him.
then why'd he go on a trip?
he didn't even say good-bye?
it's not like bob not to say good- bye.
dad, if you did something to bob.
something's rotten in winnipesaukee.
you feeling better?
upstairs. resting. i can't understand why he'd attack you like that.
bob, we've talked about this.
bob.
me too.
shouldn't somebody stay here in case he comes back?