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- Previously, on Heartland... - This is a real honey.
- Find a few parts for it and she's gonna rock.
- I'll get your wheelchair.
- No, uh... Could you just grab my crutch?
- Yes, Caleb, you can stay at the dude ranch
until your cast comes off or I get a paying customer.
- I said it was bad luck and you still showed up!
Let's just call it a day. - Fine.
- You're not committed to me.
- You want proof?! Then marry me, dammit.
(neighing)
(neighing)
(moaning)
- Let's see what's for breakfast today.
- Hey, hey, hey! Those are for Caleb, from Lou.
- The guy has been doing nothing for weeks.
Maybe it's time for him to get his own breakfast.
- You think you'd be a little more understanding
considering everything you went through with Scott.
- Maybe I would be. No one made me muffins.
- All right, here.
(clanking)
(hitching)
- What the hell?! How did they find me?
Hey!
What are you doing?!
I only missed two payments!
(honking) Come on, man!
- Well, the doctor said he was doing great,
but it would be a miracle if he was back on his feet.
That's Caleb's truck. - Get back here!
That's my truck!
- He gets around pretty good.
- It's a miracle.
♪ And at the break of day ♪
♪ You sank ♪
♪ Into a dream ♪
♪ You dreamer ♪
♪ You dreamer ♪
♪ You dreamer ♪♪
- So, I've got the invitations for the engagement party,
I booked the rehearsal dinner.
So, I think I've got everything under control...
Except, Grandpa, I need to talk to you about Lisa.
- Lisa? - Yeah, um...
Actually, about you and Lisa. - Did she say something to you?
- I don't want to cause any problems,
but you know the reception room Lisa has at Fairfield?
- What are you talking about?
- The out-of-towners brunch for our wedding.
I know it's a huge imposition, but it would mean so much
if you and Lisa could host it for me.
- I'm on my way to see her right now,
so I suppose I can... - No pressure.
Take your time.
I love you.
- I love you too...
- So, how did Lou and Amy take the news?
- Well, to tell you the truth...
I still haven't told them.
- You promised you would. - I know.
- What's really going on here?
- You see, the problem is Lou...
- I made a fresh pot. - Oh, great. Thank you, Soraya.
- No, I'm fine.
I just don't want to rain on her parade, and...
Maybe we could keep this thing to ourselves
a little longer. - This thing?
Our engagement?
That thing?
- Walk in front of me so she won't notice.
- You can't keep avoiding her, Mallory.
- Hey, Mallory.
I saved you a seat.
- I'm sitting with Amy.
You know my friend Amy, right? She's in grade 12.
- Oh, come on, Mallory. You can't still be mad at me.
The rodeo club trials start tomorrow
and Rachel and all her friends are really into pole bending.
- So?
- All the girls you want to get in with are trying out.
- No, all the girls you want to get in with.
- Just come tomorrow.
I know you have a really good shot at it.
- Whatever.
Jamie just asked me to join the rodeo club.
- I thought you didn't like Jamie and her cool friends.
- Yeah, that's why I have to get really good really fast.
- What, so you can show them how much you don't care?
- Exactly. Amy, please, you've got to help me.
- Hey. In case you actually decide to change your sheets.
- Hey. Don't worry, I promise I'll do it once a month
whether I need to or not.
- Great.
Sorry to hear about your truck.
- Yeah. I don't know how they found me out here.
Look, I was wondering, next time you're in town,
if you can put this up at Maggie's for me.
- Sure. No problem.
You sure about this?
- Yeah, 100%.
- Okay.
- So, what's Jack been up to these days?
- Jack? Like, Grandpa?
- Is there anything special going on with him?
- No. Well, he was talking about putting snow tires on his truck.
Why?
- Um...
It's just he was in here this morning with Lisa...
But it doesn't matter. I shouldn't have mentioned it.
- But you did. What's up?
- They mentioned something about an engagement.
- Lou's engagement?
- Yeah, except...
No, I'm pretty sure it was their engagement.
- Grandpa and Lisa? Getting married?
- Jack and Lisa?
Ooh! I want details!
- There are no details, Ashley.
- It's just something I thought I heard.
- So, no reason to make a big deal about it.
- Right, I get it. Because your grandfather
isn't marrying one of the richest women
in Hudson County.
- That's right, so no need to alert the media.
- Or my mother.
- Looks good, Mallory.
Good... - Come on, Copper.
- Keep your outside leg on him around the turn.
Just weave through the poles. - He doesn't turn very well.
What's the point of trotting? Isn't it all about the speed?
- Okay, try it in a lope, then.
- Ow!
- Okay, uh...
- Amy, this sucks.
- Yeah...
I think Copper might be a little too old and stiff
to be a pole bending horse.
- What do I do now?
- Well, um...
If you want to keep riding him, you could try something else.
- Like what? - I don't know.
- Goat tying?
- And commit social suicide?
Like I could see Jamie and Rachel tying goats.
(sighing)
- So, what is this I hear
about an engagement party? - It's what people do
when they get engaged, Dad. - Some people do.
- It's a nice chance for us to meet Peter's family.
- I think it's a great idea.
Celebrating your engagement with the people that you love.
Don't you think so, Jack?
- Yeah...
So, how is Caleb doing?
- Uh... He's getting better, I think.
- I didn't see his truck.
- Well... - Got repossessed.
- Yeah, you know,
I'm kind of worried about him. He looks like hell.
And check this out.
- He's selling his horse?
- What?
But Caleb loves Shorty.
- This all sounds very familiar.
Get in a wreck, sell your horse and your rodeo career is over.
- And he broke up with Ashley.
- He might have had a streak of bad luck,
but he hasn't said a word about quitting,
so I suggest we all just calm down
and take a wait-and-see attitude.
- Feel like I heard that a few times lately.
- What's with Grandpa and Lisa? They're acting weird.
- Uh, Lou...
If I tell you something, promise not to freak out?
- Yeah, I promise. What?
- Soraya told me she thought she heard them
talking about getting married.
(laughing)
- Yeah, right?
Come on, as if Grandpa is gonna do that to me now.
I'm the...
- Just think about it. You can have a double wedding.
- Get out! - Save money.
- Yeah, get out. (Amy laughing)
No...
(TV): It's a good move for both New York and Boston.
They need these kind of players on their teams...
(knocking)
- Just a sec. (knocking)
Yeah, just hold on, would you!
Mr. Fleming...
- I hear you're selling your horse.
- Yeah. Why? You want to buy him?
- Don't know. A horse like that doesn't come along every day.
- Well, I trained him myself. - Oh, really?
All by yourself?
I was almost interested.
- Best horse I ever rode. - So why are you selling him?
A sore back? Gone sour on you?
- I got my truck repossessed.
Can't afford to hold any rodeos or to keep a horse I don't use.
- You're broke, you're not working,
you're not competing.
Just living here like a king, free of charge, in my ranch.
How many of these are you taking?
- Just what it says on the label.
One every four hours for pain as needed.
- As needed. Kind of a gray area, isn't it?
You may need a little less, you may need a little more.
- I've got a prescription for those.
- I used to use that one.
- I'm still hurting.
- And I used that one too.
I'm going to do you a favour.
I'll charge you the regular rate for staying here.
- What kind of a favour is that?
- It's not really a favour. Consider it an intervention.
- Intervention? What are you talking about?
- It's very simple, Caleb. Here's the deal.
You pay up or you get out.
- If I had any money, I'd still have my truck.
- It's your problem, not my problem.
Deal with it.
I did not kick him out. I just negotiated a new deal.
- Come on, Dad.
The whole reason we put Caleb at the ranch in the first place
was because he couldn't manage on his own.
- Maybe if you stopped babying him.
- I get it, Dad. Your response to everything.
Tough love. - That's right.
When I had my rodeo accident and Jack kicked me out,
it was a real wake-up call. - Sure was.
And ten years later, you woke up.
- We all deal with things at our own speed, Jack.
- You're a lucky man there, Caleb.
- I'm in no mood for jokes.
- Neither am I.
Seems you got the Fleming sisters on your side.
- What are you saying?
- You can stay, but you got to start
pulling your weight, get back to work.
- I'm not ready for that yet.
- The longer you sit around doing nothing,
the harder it is getting back in the saddle.
- Yeah. Well, I think I'm quitting rodeo.
Get a job in an oil patch or something,
make some real money.
- There's an offer on the table and the meter's running.
- Okay.
I should ease back into it on a part-time basis.
- You start now full-time
or you don't start at all.
(sighing)
- Promise you won't tell anybody what happened?
- Come on, Mallory, it's an important job.
- So? How did the tryouts go?
- Well, I kind of blew the pole bending,
but they let me join anyway.
- That's still great.
Just being a part of the rodeo club is awesome.
What do they have you doing?
(sighing)
- Rodeo clown. It's pretty awesome.
- Hey Caleb, look...
I know it must be difficult getting back to work so soon,
so I thought I could give you a hand.
- Sure.
- No, I... I mean, give you a hand with Shorty.
I'll look after him for you.
- Okay.
What's the catch?
- Mallory.
She just tried out for the high school rodeo club.
- It's how I got my start too.
- As rodeo clown?
- Ooh... - Yeah.
She really wants to get into pole bending,
but she needs a good horse. A good rodeo horse.
- You mean Shorty.
- Yeah.
- She can't ride Shorty. She'd ruin him.
- Caleb, you know what? He's for sale,
so you're going to have to get used to the idea
of someone else riding him. Might as well be Mallory.
- Hey, Jack! I hear you decided, all on your own,
to let Caleb stay at the dude ranch free of charge.
- If you got a better idea, go for it.
He obviously looks up to you the way he's following
in your footsteps. - Thanks for noticing.
- Drinking beer for breakfast, sleeping till noon,
talking about quitting rodeo. He's only good at that,
and getting a job working on the oil rigs.
Yeah, pretty big shoes to fill.
- Hey, Val.
- Hey, Tim. Good to see you.
Jack, I was going to call you.
I hear there's news.
You and Lisa?
- Me and Lisa what?
- Come on... You've taken the plunge, right?
- And come up gasping for air by the looks of it.
- We were hoping to keep it kind of quiet,
till the time is right.
- Oh, so it's true.
Wow.
To think I had to hear it from Ashley
that my closest and dearest friend is engaged.
- I haven't even told the girls yet.
- Yeah, well, you're doing the right thing,
stepping back and letting Lou shine.
I'm really happy for you, Jack.
I'm having a trouble imagining Lisa living at your place.
Talk about downsizing.
That'll be quite a lifestyle change...
For both of you.
- Lisa... Great gal.
Good looking.
And at your age, getting married.
What were you thinking?
- I kind of wasn't thinking. I was more like yelling.
Well, I wasn't yelling...
You know what, it's going to be just fine.
- Sounds like true love.
It's probably your enthusiasm that swept her off her feet.
- You know, it's actually looking pretty good.
- I got some work to do on the brakes tonight
and then I'm putting on a new exhaust system.
- Well, you'll have to let me take it out for a ride sometime.
- No way.
Hey! Don't touch, all right?
- Jeez, what's your problem, man?
- Let's say I wanted to borrow your hat.
- No. A man's hat is kind of like his girl.
- Same deal with my motorcycle.
- I guess you heard about me and Ashley, huh?
- Yeah.
At least you still got your hat, right?
- Yes I do.
- Mallory, you have a death grip on your reins.
- He's going too fast!
- He has to go fast!
It's a speed event!
- Whoa! (neighing)
Mallory!
Don't get up. Are you okay?
- I guess.
Why did he stop so fast?
- Because you don't know what you're doing.
She's going to ruin him.
She yanks on his mouth.
He'll start rearing up. If that happens--
- Okay. If you're so concerned about Shorty, ride him
and show her yourself.
- How do you expect me to do that?
- He's right.
You should just forget about the whole thing.
- No. You know what you're supposed to do
when you fall off a horse? - Quit?
Caleb quit.
- Yeah. Look how that worked out for him.
- He's selling Shorty. I don't believe it.
- Maybe it's another one of those rodeo superstitions.
Have a wreck, sell your horse
and blame your girlfriend for everything.
- Have you talked to him at all? - Like I need the aggravation.
- So you're totally over him. - Yep. Besides,
he should apologize to me for being such a jerk.
- Thank you.
- You know, you're totally right.
It's just, maybe you should make the first move.
- You mean call him? - Yeah, just see if he's okay.
- And pretend I care. Yeah, okay, why not.
(dialing)
- The number you have reached is not in service.
Please check the number and try to call again.
- Great.
(knocking)
- Ash...
- Hey...
Are you busy?
Look, um... I'm sorry
about the no girlfriends on the circuit thing.
I guess I thought it was about the partying
and not the superstition.
- It's not a superstition, Ash. It's obviously true.
Look what happened.
- You didn't even know I was there when it happened.
- That just proves it's true.
- You're still taking these?
- Don't start.
Don't rag on me about them; I've got a prescription.
- Okay, okay, who cares about the pills?
- You do, obviously.
So what?
Now, you're going to tell everyone about them?
There's a beer over there.
Don't forget to mention that too, huh?
This is my life!
Just leave me alone, okay?
- Okay.
I'll leave you alone.
(screaming) (glass breaking)
- Okay. I don't believe I'm going to say this,
but I think it's a good thing that we waited to tell everyone
because we need to sort out some of the details.
- Well, that ship might've already sailed.
- Oh?
So you did tell the girls. - No, no...
It's Val. Somehow, she already knows.
- You know what? If Val knows,
it's just a matter of time before everybody knows.
- Not everybody...
Except maybe Tim.
- Tim? - Yeah. That's why...
I think I've got to tell Lou and Amy.
- Yes.
But I want to tell them together, okay?
- Okay.
- Oh, my God!
- What?
- Talk about timing. - Lou...
- Couldn't they have waited? What difference would it make?
- What are you talking about?
- Grandpa and Lisa have some big news.
- Like they're getting married?
- What else could it be?
(sighing) - Wow. Um...
I guess I'm supposed to be happy, right?
It just feels like everyone's getting married and moving away.
- Amy...
It's not going to be like that, okay? I promise.
- You can't promise that.
Things aren't going to be the same here.
- Look, first thing tomorrow,
we'll just ask Grandpa what's going on, okay?
- All right.
- Why would he do this to me?!
I'm the one who's getting married!
- Lou!
- Sorry.
- Damn...
(tapping of phone keys)
(no service beeping)
(sighing) Damn!
(engine roaring)
(moaning)
No...
(screaming) Damn!
- Hey, Grandpa...
Is there anything you need to tell us?
- As a matter of fact, there is.
Lisa has offered to make dinner tonight.
Her specialty: boeuf bourguignon.
That's beef stew in French.
I'm just heading into town now
to pick up the stuff she needs, if I can get it all in my truck.
- I'm getting an exhaust system in town. I'd give you a hand.
- Speaking of hands, has anybody seen Caleb today?
Isn't he supposed to be working here?
- Boeuf bourguignon? Likely story.
(honking)
- Hey, Caleb!
(knocking)
Caleb, are you in there?
- Yeah! Yeah...
- What happened? - Nothing.
I had to go see Ashley.
How was I supposed to get there without my truck?
- What are you talking about?
- You don't know?
Where's Ty?
- Ty is in town with Grandpa.
- I borrowed his motorcycle.
- You borrowed it? Without asking?
- I kind of went into the ditch.
It took me half a night to wheel it back.
- Caleb, you now how much that motorcycle means to him.
- I know. I wasn't thinking clearly.
I'll pay for everything, I promise. Just please...
Help me square things over with Ty.
- No, I'm not getting involved in this.
- Amy, wait! (sighing)
You want me to work with Mallory and Shorty?
I will on one condition.
- Stop Ty from killing you?
- Please, just tell him it was all a misunderstanding.
He'll listen to you.
- Hello!
Hi! - Hey.
- You don't mind, do you?
- What's all this?
- Um... I want to surprise Jack
with his favourite saskatoon berry pie.
- Boeuf bourguignon, saskatoon berry pie.
What's the occasion?
- Nothing. Just...
Just a nice dinner
while we still can.
I'm sure Jack hasn't mentioned it,
but I think he's having a hard time with the idea
that you're getting married to Peter
and you're not going to be here anymore.
- Yeah, me too. I mean, I'm crazy about Peter,
but I'm not so crazy about the where we'll live part.
- Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.
I lived in Fairfield my whole life and...
- And?
- And I... And...
Shoot, forgot my flour sifter. You have one, right?
- Mallory, what are you doing out there?!
Come on, you've got to cut it closer!
Move it, Mallory! - Caleb...
- She's holding him back. She has to let him run.
- She's scared. She doesn't want to go too fast.
- Fast? She's barely moving.
- It's because she's afraid. Maybe you could just talk to her
instead of yelling at her.
Just build up her confidence.
- I know, that sucks.
- You're not a bad rider, Mallory.
But you gotta loosen up on the reins, let Shorty do his job.
- If I let him, how am I supposed to control him?
- You don't have to.
He knows what he's doing out there better than you do.
A little more time and you two will be a real team.
(snorting)
- Oh!
Hi, Lisa. Didn't expect to see you here.
- Hi.
- But then again, now that you're engaged,
I guess... (snickering)
- Oh...
I guess it's true what they say. Good news travels fast.
Val, would be great if you could
keep that under wraps for a little bit longer.
- Sure. But you know, as I said to Jack,
I'm just...
I'm just... so happy for both of you.
And we're going to be neighbours.
- Neighbours? I don't... (throat clearing)
I don't know. I don't think so.
- So you'll be living at Fairfield, then?
Wow. Jack did hit the jackpot, didn't he.
(laughing)
No, Lisa, I'm sorry, I'm just kidding.
I'm sure you'll have an ironclad prenup.
Just in case it doesn't work out or something, right?
- You know, I would love to chat,
but I really do have a lot to do, Val.
- Sure, another time. I'll just leave the pie.
- No, I actually made dessert, so you can take that with you.
- Jack loves Rosalita's saskatoon berry pie.
He waits for it every year.
And you know what I always say?
If a man asks for pie, I like to give it to him.
A la mode.
- Oh, look at it.
What?! Oh no!
Oh no!
(blowing)
Poop!
Shoot...
(sighing)
- Remember our deal.
- Right. I'm on it.
Hey, Ty!
Ty, can I talk to you?
He's really, really sorry
and he promises to pay for everything.
Ty?
- Ty, you should've seen me.
- Whoa! Wait!
I know it was a mistake. I should've asked.
- You did ask.
And I said no.
- You're lucky he only hit you once
and didn't kick you when you were down.
- Maybe he remembered I just got out of the hospital.
- What do you not get, Caleb?
Everybody's been bending over backwards to help you out.
How long can you play the sympathy card
before you're out of here?
- Where are they?
- Where are what?
Hey...
- Aspirin... I gotta go.
- Okay...
I understand why you're mad at Caleb. I do.
It's just... Your timing's off.
- He wrecked my bike. You're giving the guy too big a break.
- You know the rodeo thing with Mallory and his horse?
You know how long that took me to get him to do it?
- 'Cause it was more than sitting around and complaining.
- Ty, this is serious. He's not making this up.
- Come on, Amy! How could you miss this?
After what happened with your dad?
I knew there was something going on with him.
I've seen this before and so have you.
- That was for dinner.
- I just couldn't help it. It looked so good sitting there.
And as it turns out, it's the best pie I ever had.
- It is better than Rosalita's?
- Well... At least as good.
- I didn't bake it. Val brought it over for you.
- So it is Rosalita's.
Well, to be perfectly honest with you,
it's not one of her best.
- If we're going to be honest,
I think there's something I need to say.
It's just...
I'm wondering if maybe we're making a mistake.
- Does this have something to do with Val?
Did she say something?
- Oh, she said plenty.
But it...
It doesn't change the way that I'm feeling.
- You know I love you, Lisa.
And I probably don't show you that enough.
- I love you too.
I love...
I love us together.
- So do I.
- I love the life that we have together.
- So, what happened to you? You fall on your face?
Finally hit rock bottom? - Listen, Mr. Fleming,
I know you own the place, but you need to knock.
I'm busy. - Yeah, I can see that.
Wallowing in self-pity...
- Okay, you need to leave.
- Happens all the time.
Cowboy gets racked up, loses his nerves...
- You're saying I'm a coward?
I've ridden bareback, saddled broncs, wrestled steers.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. So what?
You know, it doesn't take guts
to be clueless about what could happen.
This is being young and stupid. - I'm warning you.
- I'm warning you!
I'm talking. Shut up.
I won more buckles than you can probably count.
I know what I'm talking about, Caleb.
You're having trouble sleeping at night, right?
Wake up sweating?
You walk down the street, heart starts beating.
Can't breathe. (rattling)
It's anxiety caused by these.
I used to call it the dread.
- Yeah... Well, I never gave it a name.
But every time I think about getting on a horse,
sure, I'd like to go back to being young and stupid,
stop thinking about it.
- I tried that, not thinking about it anymore.
Pills, alcohol, whatever.
Works.
Something works better,
except it took me years to figure it out.
- So what, now, you're giving me a 12-step pep talk?
- I'm going to give you a one-step pep talk.
Stop taking these pills, get back on your horse
and get back to doing the thing that you do best.
- That's three steps and counting, ain't it?
- Cut the crap.
I know exactly where you are.
And there's a very heavy price to pay.
I had a wife who loved me,
who tried to help me. I had a family.
I had two beautiful little girls.
I had a life.
And I was blind and it all slipped away.
- Okay, I get it.
- No, I don't think you do and you have to!
You got to get it soon, Caleb.
Because if you make the same mistakes that I made,
with all of these people around that love you
and are trying to help you,
you're going to slip right through the cracks.
And there will be nobody to blame but yourself.
- So, Grandpa, we can't take it anymore.
Is it true? Are you and Lisa getting married?
- Well, it's...
Kind of a long story.
- Oh, my God!
A story about how you forgot that I'm getting married?
- Just calm down, Lou.
Yes...
I did propose to Lisa. - I knew it!
I knew it! I told you.
- And she did say yes.
- You take an important moment of my life
and hijack it from me?
- But... when we thought about it,
we realized that...
we're happy with the way things are.
- So?
- So, no, we're not getting married.
- Oh...
- And we didn't want to steal your thunder...
- Oh...
Well, then... (throat clearing)
Uh, how about a toast?
Right, the toast. How about a toast...
(wine pouring)
To Jack and Lisa...
And to things staying the same.
(everyone): The same!
- Cheers.
- Maybe I'm just not a good enough rider.
- No one likes to fall off a horse, Mallory,
but it's getting back on that separates the winners
from the losers. I wish I could show you,
but I can't ride Shorty the way Caleb can.
You need a specific style for timed events.
You got to just cowboy up and let him run.
And I know that takes a lot of guts, okay?
Especially coming off a big fall like you just had.
- It wasn't a bad fall, Amy. I didn't even get hurt.
- She's not talking about you, Mallory.
- Oh, I get it. Reverse psychology,
or sports psychology, or reverse sports psychology.
- Blackmail...
Okay.
I'll get on the damn horse,
but you have to promise not to tell anyone.
Some cowboys figure that pole bending
is more of a Little Britches event...
- Caleb... Get on the horse.
- Okay.
Uh... - Yeah, I'll give you a leg up.
- Yeah, leg up. - All right, one, two, three!
- You see? Nothing to it.
Get out of my way.
(neighing) - Whoo!
- Yeah, Caleb!
- Come on, Caleb!
- Yeah, Caleb!
- Bring him back, now!
- Go! Whoo!
Yeah, Caleb!
Yeah! - Whoo!
- That's not your horse.
- His name is Shorty.
- He's an actual rodeo horse.
My friend Caleb is a professional cowboy.
- And he lets you ride him?
- Yeah, he's pretty much my personal trainer.
(snickering)
- Man, it was those damn pills. They were messing with my head.
But you should know I quit taking them.
- I spent half my life listening to that story.
- Yeah, well, it's true.
I mean, even pole bending.
It might a girls' sport, but still...
Split second timing.
Can't show Mallory how it's done if I don't have a clear head.
- Hand me that screwdriver?
- Okay.
- Thanks.
- You know, I never would've spun out on that turn
if you'd gotten the brakes right.
- If you knew anything about motorcycles,
you wouldn't have braked on a turn.
(engine roaring) - Hey, that's...
My truck!
How did you get it back from the repo man?
- All it took was money.
- Forget it, Ash.
It's real generous and all, but you know I can't accept.
- I'm not that generous.
When you get back on the circuit, you can pay me back.
- Yeah, well, it might be a while yet.
- Well, that's okay. I won't charge interest.
♪ It's one little part of my heart you can't take... ♪
- Thanks.
- Go, Mallory!
Whoo!
Go, Mallory!
- Yeah! (cheering)
Whoo! Bring him home!
Bring him home! (cheering)
♪ One little part of my heart... ♪
- Okay, so maybe Grandpa isn't getting married.
(chuckling)
But one way or another, things are going to change here.
And...
I don't know. I mean, Lou's leaving.
That's for sure, right? And I'm graduating high school
and you're going off to college, and...
- These are all good things, Amy.
- How come it doesn't feel like it?
- Amy...
Even if all those things happen,
one thing is never going to change.
- You love that damn bike more than me?
- It's that obvious, eh?
- Mm-hmm. (laughing)
♪ Well it's one little tear in your eye ♪
♪ It's one little tear in your eye ♪♪