Previously on "Casual"...
I want it off my body.
You pay for half, and I will pay for half.
You get a summer job. Might be good for you.
You might actually learn something.
Compensation-wise, what are we looking at?
It's, uh, 65 a signature.
- Dollars? - Cents.
These are ballot props, not credit card applications.
You're currently not working?
I mean, I'm dabbling in the hospitality business.
In the past 12 months, your expenses are nearly double.
If I put you on a budget,
your savings can get you through the end of the year, maybe.
Oh, Leon, you're a lifesaver.
The movers are gonna be here between 10:00 and 12:00,
but who knows.
They also said I'd have a table two weeks ago.
It's, uh, quite a tale.
- Why is Leon on your floor? - Because he made dinner.
Cloth napkins and a checkered blanket?
He made you an indoor picnic.
We were supposed to get ribs later.
I just wanted to come home,
sit at a table, open up my journal.
And I just wanted to map out
how I was gonna make my life feel different.
I just want things to feel different.
So... what do you think?
It's a table.
That's it? It's just a table?
Uh, sturdy legs, flat surface.
Yeah, I'm getting a definite table vibe.
I birthed you out of my own body.
So I've heard.
I'm surprised you didn't go mid-century modern.
What is that? An old age joke?
Only if you make it one.
Oh, fine.
You are giving me lots of fuel,
pages and pages of it.
Aw, someone's nervous for her first day.
Well, I'm cautiously optimistic.
What does one do in a storytelling class, anyway?
We mine the experiences of our lives
to create a truthful and engaging performance piece.
Sounds hokey.
Don't you have work?
- Love you. - Love you back.
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No, no!
Gonna get you.
- No, no, no, no, no! - Here comes the tiger.
Rawr, rawr.
- Man, those moves were good. - Hey, there.
Oh, good morning.
Getting an early start, I see.
Yeah, well, you know what they say.
The early bird gets the worm, doesn't he?
Never realized how grossly sexual that saying could be.
Oh, hey, uh, we wanted to ask your advice.
Should we do the Walk of Fame or the La Brea Tar Pits first?
Well, I really... I wanted to see the Hollywood sign.
Oh, yeah, that's fun. Just check to see that it's up.
They take it down twice a week to clean the letters.
- Really? - Oh, I didn't realize that.
- Mm-hmm. - That seems like a lot.
Oh, I don't know, Ken. I mean, it is a cultural icon.
Yeah, we're very proud of it.
Oh, sorry.
I'm a terrible host. Can I pop a couple in for you guys?
No.
We bought those bagels.
Oh, but please, help yourself.
- Oh. - Uh, there is enough
- for everyone. - I'm sorry.
Yeah. Just maybe next time, you could just ask.
Yeah, of course. Um, just give me one second,
and I will be out of your way.
It's your tomato, isn't it?
- Yeah, it is. - Fuck.
- Hi. - Hi.
Do you like this outfit?
Do you want me to lie, or be your friend?
Well, since when are the two mutually exclusive?
You look like a kindergarten teacher.
Fuck.
But that could be a good thing.
Kindergarten teachers are the source
of some of our earliest happy memories.
- Mine was a pedophile. - What?
Uh-huh, got off on a mistrial,
went to the Arizona-Mexico border,
became a vigilante immigrations officer.
He's murdered people... multiple people.
I heard he got a medal.
- Do you wanna go shopping? - Yeah.
Hello, hurried consumer,
care to sign the Green Power Initiative
and put alternative fuel vehicles on the road?
No, you do not.
Good sir, care to tune out the world
as you float through life unmoored, alone.
Pretty eloquent.
Oh, I save my best for the unaware.
- Do you want this petition to die? - It's California.
Pretty sure there's a thousand more on deck.
Well, they all deserve our time.
Okay, so you'd be happy getting signatures
for the gun lobby?
Or the human Q-tip who wants to end Planned Parenthood?
No, the free exchange of ideas
supersedes my own legislative opinion.
I mean, we're the mouthpiece of the people,
the primary pillar of democracy.
Oh, sure, mock me,
but it's your future that looks bleak.
Hey, good afternoon, guys, I'm Tracy. How are you?
I'm working with the clean renewable...
I just wondered if you had a minute to...
- What are you doing here? - Going bowling.
Right. Sign this?
Absolutely not.
Okay, so this is the cereal aisle, and it's just like Postmates,
except if you want a box, you just grab one.
- Hush, I'm multitasking. - Job search?
- Tell me! - It's all dumb.
Just dressed up entry-level stuff.
Where are you getting those lists?
- Headhunter. - That sounds violent.
That's what work is,
a sublimation of our violent desires to hunt and fuck.
- $14 for almond butter? - Organic's $19.99.
How are people supposed to pay for this shit?
You could get rid of your Wine of the Month club.
I know, it's a real "Sophie's Choice."
You joke, but I already did, with all my clubs.
Now you'll never make the yearbook.
This is insane. Do I even need almond butter?
Plenty of other butters out there: sesame butter,
macadamia butter,
shit, even peanut butter.
Maybe I'm a peanut butter guy.
Could I be a peanut butter guy?
Jiff... that's a peanut butter.
Why aren't you paying attention to me?
Oh.
- Yes! - No.
I just...
- What? - They feel like sausage casing.
I mean... which makes looking for a mirror
that much more enjoyable.
So good.
- Hm. - Yes.
Do you have these in an 8? Thank you.
What am I doing here? I mean, this... it's Laura.
It's not me.
You know how there's body dysmorphia,
and people think they're way bigger
or smaller than they are?
Uh, yes, I am familiar with that syndrome.
Well, it's like you have personality dysmorphia,
and you think you're way less cool than you are.
Thank you. That is really nice, I think.
And you only dress one part of yourself...
this, like, mom slash therapist
slash responsible person part.
Well, what's the other part?
Pure fun.
- Hmm. - No.
- Yeah. - Oh, no.
- Sit down. - I... ugh.
- Stop it. - Okay, you know what?
There are...
There are two kinds of people in the world.
- Did you know that? - Nope.
There are cool boot people,
and then there are not cool boot people.
I...
Fit firmly in the latter camp.
No.
You're getting those boots.
You follow Emmy on Instagram?
I follow everyone on Instagram.
- Also, it's rude to unfollow. - Oh.
When's the last time you saw her?
Uh, seven months ago.
I should go.
Hey, listen, thank you so much
for taking the time to sign with us today.
I really appreciate it, sir. Have a great afternoon.
So if they clone you, does that mean your spit has the same DNA?
Yeah, everything's the same.
- Oh, really? - Yeah, everything's the same.
- Everything? - Every...
So I'm just gonna wear this out of here.
Yeah.
Is that a patient?
If it is, I can finish up here and just meet you back at the office.
Nope, it's just Leon again.
I don't wanna give him the wrong impression.
- So what's the right impression? - Well, I like him, just not...
I just don't like him that way.
He did this picnic the other night, and, uh,
as soon as I saw it, I got nauseous.
Well, with everything that's going on, are you sure that's about Leon?
Well, it wasn't the food.
Yeah, but I'm saying nausea is, like, an extreme reaction
to someone who is attractive
and thoughtful and appreciates poetry.
- Leon likes poetry? - Did he leave a voicemail?
Yeah.
Valerie, hello, it's, uh, Leon.
I fucking love that accent.
I mean, how can you even hear it?
I have tickets for "Rear Window" tonight
- at Hollywood Forever Cemetery. - Oh, my God,
I have tickets to that. You should totally go.
What is wrong with me? I mean, I... I should like him.
It's... it's Leon. He's great.
- Yes. - And he has very soft hands,
like way softer than mine.
- It's weird. - Oh.
I should be so lucky.
And the movie doesn't even start till 9:00.
I really think you'll like this.
Yeah, okay.
Um... "That sounds fun.
I have a class, but I will see you...
- Yeah! - ...after."
Okay, so it's all about the low chairs, so bring a low chair...
- And cheese and wine and snacks. - Mm-hm.
It's another picnic.
So why are you here?
Uh, green energy.
Hm.
Nah, but really.
What are you, like,
in a Beverly Hills white girl gang?
Sign for me?
- Help me get it off? - Can't do it.
Not allowed.
Fuck.
- Is it weird? - What?
Having a President who, if he had his way,
would round you all up and send you back
to some country you probably don't even remember?
Well, I'm from Boyle Heights.
Echo Park.
Commerce.
You fucker. You totally set me up!
Wait, okay, why can't you sign then?
- We already signed Skinny Ponytail's. - Yeah. Yeah.
And we can't go twice. That's just illegal.
- Awkward. - Yeah.
- Alex, first let me... - No, it's fine, I forgive you.
You forgive me?
Amy's pregnant.
What if it's mine? Or yours?
- It's not mine. - No? You guys didn't?
Even during the four-way?
No, no.
Well, I did, many times.
- Good for you. - And yeah,
we used protection, but, I don't know,
pills fail, condoms break. Fuck.
That sounds a little farfetched.
How do you... how do you know how far along someone is?
Like, what's the barometer?
Use the ball scale.
Is it a cricket ball or a basketball?
It's... it's more like a volleyball, slightly deflated.
So a large honeydew?
Honeydew's not a ball, Leon.
And she's very breasty.
Don't you think that if it were yours,
she would've told you? She always was very honest.
That is true.
Perhaps you should just assume the best
and let it go.
Okay.
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"Howdy, stranger"? Fuck it.
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Fuck.
- How was the Hollywood sign? - Oh, it was awesome.
Put it back up for ya?
Ah, fuck, Ken, I did it again.
- It's... it's totally fine. - No, Ken, I'm sorry.
I went to the store so this wouldn't happen,
and then I saw a picture of my ex-girlfriend,
- and she's pregnant. - Oh.
Yep, can you believe it? Full-on honeydew.
And what do you text a pregnant ex?
- You don't. - You think?
Uh, no good can come of it. Trust me.
Yeah.
What do you mean no good can come of it?
Yeah, no good can come of it.
- That's right. - You just...
you seem awfully knowledgeable about this subject, Ken.
- Oh, no. - Guys, excuse me, I...
- Oh, no, no, you don't have to leave. - No, I'm gonna...
- Okay, that's it, right? - That's it, yeah.
- It's just a friend. - Okay, what kind of a friend?
- It was Steve. He had... - Steve was pregnant?
Can we... this is where I just stop talking,
- 'cause you just keep talking. - Oh... oh, okay, well, you know,
here I thought vacation was kind of a different thing now,
but it's just like you're bringing everything here.
Telling your own story
on your own terms sounds easy,
but I can't tell you how many people get up on stage
and immediately lose their audience.
Where'd they go?
How you present yourself
informs your listeners' impression of your story.
It colors every experience,
every inkling they may have
before you even say a word.
Presence, confidence,
even posture, guys.
These are integral components to good storytelling.
We're gonna start with an exercise.
Uh-oh.
Some of you...
will be slightly uncomfortable.
You're each gonna stand up on stage
and listen to our first impressions of you.
Okay, so...
Motherfucker.
To the firing squad.
Who would like to go first?
I read a study that said
when people are getting in their cars,
and no one's waiting, its takes them nine seconds
- to leave the parking spot. - Hm.
You know how long it takes when people are waiting?
16 seconds.
I will take us back to the office when I'm ready.
You're enjoying this.
I am simply being thorough after a hard day of work.
So how many did you get?
Guess.
- Fewer than 20. - Winner, winner.
Well, I know a place where you can get
a bunch of signatures, if you're game.
It's in the back of your rape van?
Mm-hmm, I got 40 illegals here with pens,
and they love ballot props.
Aw, I bet you say that to all the girls.
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He seems confident.
Yeah, a-athletic.
Like he cares about his body...
- Mm. - And maybe the Earth,
or maybe not.
- Mm-hm. - He's kinda tall.
He seems clean,
like he likes a good shower.
I do like a good shower. Yeah.
Anyone else?
Okay, thanks, Byron.
Thank you.
Valerie, are you ready?
What do we see?
She looks like a nice lady.
Like someone you'd ask for directions from.
- Yeah. - She has warm eyes.
- Hm. - That's great.
I wanna dig a little deeper.
I want you to get beneath those layers,
and really give her something...
to examine.
Uh, she looks like a mom?
Who's trying not to look like a mom?
- Mm, I see that. - No ring, so probably divorced.
I said warm eyes.
What I actually meant was tired eyes.
- I can see that. - For sure.
She just looks like she's trying so hard.
Quarter-life crisis. M-Midlife crisis.
Well, she looks like she's having a midlife crisis,
but she's dressed like she's having a quarter-life crisis.
And her boots are new, so that's a part of it.
- That's a lot, thank you. - Mm-hmm.
Great.
Thank you.
- Uh... - No.
You were expecting pit bulls and gangsters, right?
- No, I was not. - Uh-huh.
Oh, my gosh, you have a bounce house?
Well, it is my nephew's birthday party,
so yes, I do have a bounce house.
Yo, Alonso!
My friend Laura needs your signatures.
- Oh, yeah? What for? - To make up for the time
I was hanging with this guy instead of working.
Also, clean energy.
I like clean energy.
- Hold this one second? - Yeah, what kinda clean energy?
Get to signing. I'm gonna get some drinks.
Here you go.
Uh, so, uh, right, uh, fuel efficient cars.
- Valerie, you forgot this. - Anyone want to go to a Tavern?
Thank you.
You coming?
No, I got plans.
Hey, remember your first day of school,
when everyone was hanging out,
and how one kid sat alone in the corner,
and he ended up being the Unabomber?
Wow, you're an asshole.
- After you. - Thank you.
- Hey. - Hey.
Um...
- You hungry? - Ravenous.
- All right, uh, come on in. - Okay.
I got it.
Ah, the anticipatory nacho plate.
Let them never say I was unprepared.
What?
Nothing.
So your dad.
- What happened? - Oh, um...
Bottle of sleeping pills,
right over there on the couch, actually.
Oh, shit.
Fuck, I'm sorry, Alex.
At least it was clean.
And the brother?
Wake up every morning and bury it again.
Hm, at least you're consistent.
Yeah.
You look like the sun touched every part of you.
Fun party.
The perks of having a big family.
Our last family gathering was my grandfather's memorial.
I'm sorry.
Actually, it turns out we're not even related,
so I don't know if it evens counts.
- No. - Si.
Uh...
I got accepted into UCLA from ELAC this fall.
Way to bury the lede.
I'm not trying to work at a grocery store forever.
Someone's got her eye on you.
My mom? Yeah, just ignore her.
Well, that's the risk you take when you bring a girl home
to meet the family on the first date,
which I don't know if I've mentioned,
pretty ballsy.
You got in some strange guy's van.
- Touché. - Yeah.
Okay, hold my drink.
I gotta launch some eight-year-olds.
You come here! ¡Vámonos!
Let's go!
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- Oh, what an interesting first class. - I know, right?
It was a little nerve-racking. but we all made it through unscathed.
- Honestly, I think Joanna is a genius. - _
I mean, that level of honesty is so rare.
- It's refreshing. - It's beautiful.
- Right? - Yeah, I kinda feel like
she's trying to keep us on our heels
to deflect any potential criticism of her teaching style.
Yeah, somehow I didn't think storytelling was a contact sport.
Yeah, right?
I mean, yes, I am a divorced mom. Wow, yeah.
And yeah, maybe I'm in a... some weird half-crisis thing.
And my eyes are probably tired, because I spent all day
figuring out other people's problems.
But you know what? I already know that shit.
I do!
Just like you know that you're kinda schlubby,
and people don't take you seriously,
because of the way you dress. I love your outfit, by the way.
I do too.
I don't know why I said I didn't.
I think because I'm just jealous.
- I love your hair. - Oh, thank you.
That's so nice.
- See? And you know what? - That's really nice.
Even if you didn't, sorry, but who cares?
It's your hair, it's your outfit, it's your shape.
I mean, own it.
Own it, just like I'm gonna own these boots,
which I did in fact buy today.
Oh, I knew it. I knew it!
I'm gonna get another one. Anyone want one?
- You want one? - Yeah, sure, why not?
- That's awesome. - No, but seriously,
how did you know I got 'em today?
Check your sole.
Check my soul?
See?
They look good on you.
Very good.
Oh, my God.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Oh, my God. That's a real muscle, right?
Yeah.
I used to be happy without responsibility...
the freedom to choose different partners, different nights...
but I don't know,
after you and I ended, it just... it...
it wasn't the same.
I've been known to have that effect.
Yeah, I...
I still don't think that there is just one person
for any of us,
but I didn't wanna
run the risk of missing out again,
and my body agreed.
I'm happy for you.
You opened my eyes.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
It feels like so long ago.
Not even a year.
You didn't have room for me back then.
But I don't know, I think you've changed too.
I think I'll have one more glass.
- You know what, pour me one. - Yeah?
Yeah.
She said you took something?
Why would you do that?
I don't know.
The best part about school was always the extracurriculars.
- Hey. - Hm?
What do you really think of me?
Uh, yeah, I think we've done enough of that.
Oh, come on, just...
look, I'm ready for it. Just lay it on me.
Uh, you're a little entitled,
not uncommon for someone of your age.
Physique...
you maybe confuse having style
with having a sense of self,
and your hair is just, um...
- Yeah. - Oh.
But you're very pretty, and, uh,
you're wonderful in bed.
And my car is here.
Oh, wait, you called a car?
I did.
- Okay. - Okay.
- I'll see you at class. - See ya.
You're a fraud.
You're a huckster. You've been doing yoga?
I know. I know, I know.
Actually, in the spirit of full disclosure, I did it too.
- Okay. - Only for a week.
Oh, this town will just turn ya upside down.
Yeah, it will. You want another glass?
No, no, one's my limit.
And, uh, it's getting late.
Yeah.
- One last question. - Shoot.
Did you ever watch "Finding Dory"?
- No. - Me neither.
We could watch it.
No.
We can't.
It's not mine, is it?
The sprout?
No, it's not.
Good-bye, Alex.
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