Holly Hobbie (2018) s01e09 Episode Script

1
- In grade 2, we had
a substitute teacher that said
the Sun revolved
around the Earth.
We all know it's
the other way around, right?
Well, I didn't want
the rest of my class
to commit this to memory,
so I corrected him.
And instead of applauding
my moxie, the teacher sent me
to the office
for disrupting the class.
Was I wrong to speak the truth?
Guess I'm still trying
to figure out when you should
stand up for your beliefs
or, in this case,
well-proven scientific fact,
and when you should just
stay in your seat.
♪♪♪♪♪♪
- Hi! Only two weeks
until the bicentennial,
and town council has been
hard at work crafting
the perfect way to celebrate
the occasion.
And after much discussion,
we came up with
Follow.
Ta-daaah! Yeah?
We are looking for volunteers
to help paint a mural
that reflects the unity
of our community.
- Wow!
Town council sure did
draw a blank.
(Holly laughing)
- Should we stand
somewhere else?
- Over there looks good.
- Come on, guys, that was funny!
- Was it?
- Amy would have liked it.
- Then go share it.
She's right there.
- (woman):
And it may be a design
- I can't.
- They're in a fight.
- Well, you better
fix things fast.
You don't want to get replaced.
- That would never happen.
Amy and I are soulmates,
meant to be together.
Like PB and jam.
- I used to love PB and J;
now, I prefer honey.
- What are you trying to say?
- Sometimes, tastes change.
- (woman): Bring everything
you have to the occasion
(indistinct conversation)
(chuckles)
♪♪♪♪♪♪
- ♪♪♪You and me run
to a different beat ♪♪
♪We are brave, lead the way,
lead the way ♪♪
♪Be the you inside and watch
the world take flight ♪♪
♪We are brave, lead the way,
lead the way ♪♪
♪Be the change ♪♪
♪Be the change ♪♪
♪Gotta be the change ♪♪♪♪
- Adversarial.
- Hostile.
- (Robbie): Yes!
- I can't believe it! Amy took
Piper to our special place.
- Someone's covetous.
- Jealous.
- Yes!
- Am not!
I just don't get
what Piper has that I don't.
- Easy. She's droll.
- Fun.
No. Funny.
- I'm both of those things!
- And blithe.
- Carefree.
- Yes! That's it, baby!
- I'm that too!
I could be
if I tried.
It's just hard
when you feel so
- Despondent?
- Sad!
- Yes!
- You're gonna ace the SATs.
- If you want her back, you just
need to show her all the jollity
she's missing
without you.
- You mean,
make her covetous?
- Exactly.
- And then she'll just
come back? Have you tested
this theory before?
- Oh yes.
(Holly chuckling)
- I'm lost.
- I know, babe.
And if you don't mind,
I'd like to keep it that way.
(chuckling)
♪♪♪♪♪♪
- So where is this super fun
thing you wanted me to do today?
- I volunteered us
to help paint the mural.
- Yeah, I'm not
a joiner.
- Real cool, Jughead.
Come on! We're gonna have
so much fun together!
In fact, I think today is a day
we are going to remember
forever, so we should
probably take a picture
just to capture how much fun
we are already having. OK.
(photo click)
Come on, you gotta work
with me here!
- I know you're using me
to make Amy jealous.
- No! I would never stoop
to such stupendously low levels.
Yeah, OK, fine.
Yes, I am. Are you mad?
- Yeah, but only because
you didn't tell me first.
- Does that mean
you'll help?
- Yeah.
Look, your plan is about to get
way more complicated.
We can't pretend to have
the best time ever;
we have to do it IRL.
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Ohhh
- Attention!
Attention, please.
Thank you all so much
for volunteering
your time today.
Now is the moment
you've all been waiting for:
the grand reveal
of our mural design
created by our favourite
big-city transplant.
- Namaste.
- OK. Without further ado
- Woo!
- (girl): Oh
- Take it away, Russell.
- OK.
So to start, we'll have to slap
on a few base layers of paint.
Then we'll project my design
onto the wall,
and each of you will be assigned
a little section to paint.
Any questions?
- Why are we painting
a stupid pickle?
- Great question.
So who's ready to paint?
- I just don't see why this town
is so obsessed with pickles.
Everywhere you go, it's
pickle this and pickle that.
What's so great about pickles?
- They're kind of important
to this town's economy.
- Of course, you'd think that.
- I just don't think that,
it's a fact!
- OK. Heated debate, I like it.
Let's get started!
- I think pickles are boring.
- Well, so is scurvy, which
pickles cure by the way. NPR.
- Look. If you don't want to do
the mural, don't do the mural.
- I wanna do the mural. I think
we need a different design.
- Like what?
- What about
a unicorn?
(Amy chuckling)
- What does a unicorn have
to do with this town?
- They're cool, unique,
one of a kind,
special.
- Sure, I guess, but--
- Aren't we all
those things too?
- You can't, just out
of nowhere, replace the pickle,
which we've relied on
our entire lives.
- Everyone who'd rather paint
a unicorn instead of a pickle,
raise your hand.
♪♪♪♪♪♪
- ♪Ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ♪♪
♪Ooh oooooh ♪♪
- Ooh, that's
a cute unicorn design!
- I like the first one better.
- We need to stop this insanity.
Sure, unicorns are magical
and mystical and totally
in the zeitgeist right now,
but what do they have to do
with Collinsville?
What should I do?
Rat them out?
No, I've learned
that nobody likes a tattletale.
Protest? Can you assure me
that innocent people
won't lose their jobs?
And don't you dare say
just to paint another mural
and hope other people
like it better.
That's what got me in hot water
with Amy in the first place.
(Holly sighing)
- Oh, I'm sorry.
Is it my turn to talk now?
(Holly scoffing)
I just think
you should let it go.
- Good one, Elsa.
Seriously?!
- So you paint a unicorn
instead of a pickle; what's
the worst that can happen?
- Your mom freaks out.
- And then everyone will realize
it was Piper's fault
and they should have listened
to you in the first place.
Hey, you wanna show Amy
you can have fun without her?
Let's have fun! It's a win-win,
and you don't even have
to lift a finger.
- Well
I may have to lift
one finger.
♪♪♪♪♪♪
(laughing)
- You've made
a grave mistake, Ms. Hobby.
- No! Haha!
- SATs are next week.
- Mm-hmm.
- Why aren't you crammin'?
- Because I'm a feminist, Dad.
- You're gonna have to break
that one down for me, son.
- OK, you've read
the headlines, right?
Getting into a good college
is more competitive than ever.
- Yeah, that's what they say.
- So, instead of forcing you
to remortgage the farm
so I can go to some third-rate
community college
that won't guarantee me a job
when I graduate,
I am going to say no.
- To college?
- I am just looking out for you.
- So what does this have
to do with feminism?
- Oh, yeah, right. OK,
so Lyla is a straight-A student
and will ace her SATs,
so I'm just gonna follow her
around wherever she goes
and when she graduates,
let her support me.
You know,
like Mom supports you.
- Your mom and I are a team.
- Oh yeah, don't worry. That's
what Lyla and I will say too.
- So just to be clear,
your future plans are
to mooch off your girlfriend?
Don't you think
that's a little bit risky?
- Lyla's smart, sweet,
easy on the eyes.
I can't do much better.
- Oh. Could she?
(Robbie chuckling)
It sounds like you got
a bulletproof plan there.
- Pretty great, huh?
Thank you, Gloria Steinem.
- Ah, well, if you're certain
that this is
the best plan
better lock it down.
- Great-grandma's
engagement ring?
You want me to propose to Lyla?
- Oh, let's just consider it
an investment in the future.
♪♪♪♪♪♪
- Wow! Great work, kids!
Very enchanting, yes!
- (woman): What on earth
is going on here?!
- Oh, the people spoke,
I had to listen.
- Who is responsible for this?
- I am. I think
pickles are stupid.
- Stupid?!
- We have to do
something about this.
- (Piper): Yeah, stupid.
(Holly laughing forcefully)
- You find this
funny, Ms. Hobby?
- Hilarious! In fact, I don't
know how Piper's
keeping a straight face.
This was all just a big prank.
- No, it wasn't!
- You're right. It was
more than a prank.
It was a way for us to practice
our skills before beginning
our work on our
pièce de résistance.
Right, Tyler?
- Yeah, we had
to start a layer
before we started painting
the mural anyhow,
so why not get some practice in?
- Yes, that is accurate.
(clearing his throat)
- Well
I always say,
"Practice makes perfect,"
so paint me a pickle.
- (Holly): Yes, Ma'am!
- OK, everyone,
let's get to work.
We got a lot of painting to do.
Great save, H.H.
That woman is terrifying.
- You're welcome by the way.
- For what?!
- Look, I'm sorry
your mom lost her job,
but you can't keep
blaming me.
I don't work at the company.
- Holly! Leave her alone.
- You had just as much to do
with the protest as I did,
but she's not blaming you.
The unicorn was a stupid idea
guaranteed to get us in trouble,
which it did.
And I saved the day, and
you can't even say thank you.
- Thank you, Holly,
for once again reminding us
how much better you are
than the rest of us.
(Holly gasping)
- You're OK with this?!
- Let's just get this mural done
so we can all go home.
- Whatever!
- Sure! Just walk away!
Guess that's kind of your MO.
- You're right, I should finish
what I started.
- AH!
(kids laughing)
- AH!
- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! Girls! Girls!
♪♪♪♪♪♪
PAINT FIGHT!
(screaming and laughing)
- Oh! Holly!
- Amy!
- Oh no!
- What is--
Pfff!
- Wham! And then I slid
right into home.
- Aaah, that's great, honey!
I really wish I could have
been there to cheer you on.
- It's OK, Levi hollered
loud enough for the both of you.
- Must be nice to have
such supportive friends.
- Has something happened
today, Holly-kins,
that involved
some paint? Hmm?
- Can I be excused?
I don't feel like dessert.
- Yeah. Sure thing.
- Hmm, before you go,
I have something to say.
I know my decision making
recently has been questionable.
- Mm-hmm.
- Thanks to the talk
Dad and I had this morning,
I think I'm finally
on the right track now.
These last few weeks have been
really hard. I never would have
gotten through them without
the love of my family.
- Awww! We love you too, Robbie.
- And the support
of my girlfriend.
- OK, great speech, Robbie.
Who wants cake?
- Wait, Dad,
there's more.
Lyla, you're the best girl
a guy could have.
Will you marry me?
- Uh, no, no.
I mean, you're way too young.
- Your mom is right.
We're young which means
we are gonna look so hot
in our wedding pictures!
Aaah!
(Lyla laughing)
Yes, Robbie! Yes!
A thousand times, yes!
- I get his room.
- This is the happiest day of
my life. Thank you so much, Dad.
- Thank you, Dad?
- Yeah! He was the one that
suggested I lock Lyla down ASAP.
- Oh!
- (Lyla): That is so sweet!
- Uh, yeah.
- Thanks, Dad.
Mind if I call you "Dad"?
Come on, Robbie.
Let's go call my parents.
- Um, I think that we should
- Mom's on a warpath.
I wonder who's going
down first: Dad or Robbie.
Wanna talk?
- About how my best friend
betrayed me?
How she thinks
that everything I do is wrong?
No. I don't want
to talk about it.
Talking hasn't solved anything.
- Hey!
Captain Joshua
Von Winklesnots is mine!
♪♪♪♪♪♪
- There's only
one last thing to do.
Your dad said
I'd find you here.
I've been trying to change
who I am
for the past two months,
so that you still wanted
to be friends with me.
- Holly--
- I know.
Just let me get through this.
I thought we were soulmates,
friends forever,
but maybe
there's no such thing.
This is all the stuff from you
that I've kept over the years.
I heard what you said
to Piper on my birthday -
how you think I'm a jerk,
how you're not even sure
why you're still
friends with me.
So I am going to stop
forcing something
that obviously isn't working.
♪♪♪♪♪♪
- ♪Ooooh oooooh ♪♪
♪Oooooh ♪♪
- Maybe there's someone
you'd rather give it to.
- ♪Oooooh ♪♪
♪Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh-oooooh ♪♪
- (girl): Alright.
- OK, OK. Who painted
this pistachio green?
The colour chart
clearly calls for moss green!
Come on, people!
Moss green!
- OK. Alright. OK.
Tap the brakes.
You OK, champ?
- I just need this mural
to be perfect.
And now we're down
to two volunteers
and the clock
is ticking and--
- OK then
You heard the girl,
let's make it mossy!
Don't worry about it.
We'll paint a mural
that will make
this town proud.
Or just hungry for pickles.
♪♪♪♪♪♪
What's wrong now?
- Piper was right.
- Hey, Robbie!
Wow!
Um, we we need
to talk about the wedding.
- Oh, great! Lyla has been
looking for tuxes already.
Do you think
I could pull this off?
- Look, you're
you're too young
to be making these choices.
- I've been picking
my clothes for years.
You and Dad got married
right after high school.
- I know, and we were
way too young.
Look, if you don't want
to go to college,
that is fine, but you need
life experience.
I just I don't want you
having any regrets.
- Do you have regrets?
- Who doesn't?
- Me. I don't.
- Hey. Look,
my point is, Robbie,
is that if you're gonna
be making these huge
life-altering decisions,
you have to be sure.
- Thank, Mom, but I think
I'm just gonna trust
Lyla on this one.
- And Lyla's parents, they would
never support this insanity.
- Uh Oh, actually,
Mrs. Anderson said that
we could have the wedding
in their backyard.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
- You know, Mrs. Anderson,
she would never
let Lyla get married anywhere
except at their church.
- So, uh, what was that
about regrets?
- No, not now,
'cause, honey,
we have a wedding to plan.
- Whatever you're pushing,
I'm not interested.
- Look, you were right.
The pickle was a stupid idea
and probably really upsetting
for someone who's had
their whole life turned
upside down by a pickle company.
But you have to admit, the
unicorn was an equally bad idea.
- Thanks for the house call.
- But even though
your execution was bad,
your motivation was great.
(door creaking)
This town is so much more
than pickles.
We're 1200 individuals strong,
each unique in our own way.
The mural should
represent that.
- So what? We make
1200 different murals?
- Now, that is a great idea.
(Lyla laughing)
- Hey, guys!
Sorry to interrupt,
but your father and I
have been talking,
and we both agree that I have
not been supportive enough
of your decision
to get married.
- That's OK, Mom, I know
it was a big surprise.
- Which is why I wanna
throw you an engagement party.
- Oh! You you
you don't have to do that.
- No, no. See, we want to do it.
In fact, I made some invites.
Lyla, what do you think?
- I don't know.
Robbie
what do you think?
- They're they're great.
- Oh! Perfect, great!
I will e-mail them out now.
Lyla, what's
your mom's address again?
- It is
Um
(Robbie talking indistinctly)
We're not getting engaged,
Mrs. Hobbie. This was just
a dumb hoax 'cause he's so sick
of your scare tactics
to get him to study.
I'm sorry, Robbie.
But if my mom saw that invite,
she'd kill me. No offence to
your design skills, Mrs. Hobbie.
- None taken.
- Lyla, babe?
What are you doing?
- OK, this is between you
and your parents.
- I'll see myself to my room.
- Sit!
Talk! How is all of this
better than studying
for your SATs?
- What's the point?
I'm just gonna bomb them anyway.
- Robbie
you are smart
and you are talented,
and I have no doubt
that you have
a bright future ahead of you.
But you need to put
the work in. OK? You know,
if you put half the effort
into studying
as you did in spinning
those webs of lies,
you would do great.
Here. Come here, you.
Alright. Now get upstairs
and hit the books.
(Robbie sighing)
- A barn quilt?
- Like this,
but ours will have
1200 tiles,
one for everyone
in the community.
- Oh, that would be big.
- Very big. World's record big.
- You've confirmed this?
- Yes, Ma'am. And we even
filled out the paperwork
just in case you say yes.
- Largest barn quilt,
perfect backdrop
for the bicentennial.
I like this.
I like this a lot.
(Holly laughing)
But I am a busy woman
and the bicentennial
is fast approaching.
Who will take the lead?
- We will!
Holly and I!
- Really?
- Makes sense.
- That sounds great,
in theory.
We've got some trust issues.
- I'll help them, Mom.
- Like I said, trust issues.
- And I'll supervise.
(indistinct country song)
- OK! OK then!
Project approved.
- Haha!
Hey, Piper.
I'm sorry I torpedoed
your birthday.
- Same. We should schedule
a time to talk about this.
- What about now?
- I'm meeting Amy
in a few minutes.
- Right.
OK. Uh, just text me.
♪♪♪♪♪♪
(door chime)
(door closing)
(indistinct conversations)
- Shouldn't we be
celebrating?
My mom loved
your idea,
and she rarely loves ideas
that aren't her own.
- I broke up with Amy
last night.
And I know it's for the best,
and that we'll be
happier in the long run.
She didn't even put up a fight.
And now I am destined
to be alone forever.
- Well, you have me.
- You're a boy.
No offence,
you only hang out with me
because you have no one else.
- Hey! I think me and Russell
are getting close,
but that might just be
the paint fumes.
Point is
I don't hang out with you
because I have no one else;
I hang out with you
because I want to.
- And why is that?
- Because you're amazing!
♪♪♪♪♪♪
- OK, nice talk, gotta go.
So, um
not sure what we were
talking about.
Kind of lost
my train of thought.
So just be kind, kids,
and good night!
(chuckling)
♪♪♪♪♪♪
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