Uh, half an hour... and we have a guest.

How's that two-for-one special on brooding young men?

Hey. So, we should probably leave in a half hour.

He's like a big, golden retriever.

It's September now. I'd say two weeks. A month, tops.

One-two punch... it might be more effective. You and me?

I believe that was just a convenient excuse to leave us for round two.

and they couldn't find a heartbeat.

and now there isn't a baby.

and, I have a master, and he's also my commander...

And this coming from a guy who is one click away from wearing a wig and a fake mustache.

It's still a pretty big deal, I mean, dropping out of school, moving up here?

And that's just going to be a problem for me.

And here I was, crazy to think that a simple appeal from a mother to a son might get some traction.

It was a long and torturous journey and I'm not gonna... not gonna sugarcoat any of the details for you.

- Gave in and called him, huh? - He used to be such a sweet kid.

- and he hasn't done a damn thing since. - Either they've realized they've got nothing,

and I mean this in the least scandalous way... but you're looking a little thin.

just in case. And don't worry if you don't use it. I got a great fare.

I've got to meet all the new kids and they don't have a water polo team.