- I like that. - That one. Ooh, the back.
- I like it. - The straps! There you go.
- You love straps.
- I know, I'm all about the straps.
- I know.
Okay, what about dates?
- I told you I'd take care of it, didn't I?
Well, you're gonna wanna kiss me because tomorrow
Craig Green is asking you to prom.
- The baseball player? - Mm-hmm.
- He smells like mango for some reason.
Which isn't bad, just confusing.
And he always wears those short shorts.
- Fine. What about Sam Delorenzo?
- Smokey Sam?
- Yeah, he's cool. He vapes outside.
- No, he wears eyeliner.
And I caught him picking his nose once.
Told on him.
- How old were you?
- It doesn't matter. No!
- Okay, Zach Christensen.
- The guy who calls himself "Zach Attack"?
And I bet he's gonna wear that stupid King jersey
underneath his suit jacket.
See? Yeah. Look.
You don't even play basketball.
- Hey, don't hate.
- What was that?
- What was what?
- You honestly want me to date Zach Christensen?
- I didn't say date him. Just go to a dumb dance with him.
- Oh my God, why do you always do this?
- Do what?
Do what? What am I doing?
- You treat me like I'm crazy for having an opinion.
- What are you talking about? When?
- Like now. Like all the time.
Like every time I say something,
you completely disregard it.
Like when I said "Orange is the New Black" glosses over
- The problems inherent in our prison industrial complex.
Yeah, I sent you that Tumblr article, remember?
- See, that's what I'm talking about.
- That was a joke.
- Hilarious.
- Hey. Hey, come here, you.
Hey.
- No.
- It's cool.
- Hey, girly girl.
Oh. Maggie, I've got some laundry for you to fold.
I'll let you know when dinner's ready.
- You can't just make out with me every time I get upset.
- Can't I?
- No, stop. Be serious.
Makes me feel dumb.
- I'm sorry.
If it seems like I don't care about what you say.
I do. You know that.
What's really going on?
- Just makes me mad that we're doing this.
That we're picking out boys to go to prom with.
- Well, you're the one that even wants to go to prom.
- Yeah, with each other.
I mean, why can't we just come out?
Come on, our parents will still love us,
and my mom probably thinks
it'll help me get into Northwestern.
- Maggie, we've talked about this.
- I know, but I want everybody to know that we're in love.
- Look at the door. Look at it.
- What?
- It's closed.
- Yeah.
- So long as no one knows,
we can be in here with the door closed for hours.
Hours, Maggie.
- But then I'll have to go to prom
with some mango-scented bro
and watch Zach Attack touch your boobs.
I want all those hockey dipsticks
to see how smoking hot my girlfriend is.
I just want it all.
- Which includes never having a moment alone in this house.
- Again, my opinion doesn't matter.
- Okay, string bean.
If you want to come out, let's do it.
- Shut up. Don't do this.
- I'm serious. If it's that important to you,
then, duh, I'm aboard. Let's go tell your mom.
- You're serious? You want to go tell my mom right now?
- Yeah. Let's do it. Rip it off like an eyebrow wax.
- Dinner will be ready in five minutes.
- Okay.
- Oh hey, Mom. Can I talk to you for a second?
Me and Jade...
Can Jade spend the night?
- Jade, just check with your father.
- Oh, he's fine with it.
- Come set the table.
- Okay, I'll be there in like five.
I'll tell her tomorrow.
- Whatever.