09v: Alec Baldwin / Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
Bedelia's Birthday Cookout
Girl 1.....Jenny Slate
Girl 2.....Abby Elliott
Boy 1.....Bobby Moynihan
Boy 2.....Andy Samberg
Boy 3.....Bill Hader
[ open on suburban backyard during outdoor cookout ]
[ Bedelia approaches her Dad at the grill ]
Bedelia: Hey, Dad!
Dad: Belinda, what are you doing over here?
Bedelia: [ chipper ] Mom's putzing around the kitchen. She wanted some elbow room, so I figured I'd take a shift on the grill!
Dad: Honey, it's your birthday! I'll handle the grilling!
Bedelia: Cool! I'll be your wingman! Nothing I'd rather do than flip some dogs with my homey!
Dad: Bedelia, these kids are all here for your birthday party. Go have fun!
Bedelia: Hey, Goofball, I AM having fun! [ she laughs awkwardly ]
Dad: No, I mean like normal teenager fun. [ pointing ] Look, your buddies are over there -- go and say "Hi."
Bedelia: Okay! Roger that!
[ Bedelia approaches two girls standing off to the side ]
Bedelia: Hi, guys!
Girl 1: [ ignoring Bedelia as she consults her cellphone's text-messaging ] So he just said he got his permit, so... we're still together.
Bedelia: Dudes! I was just on Grill Duty with my Dad! He's so solid! He's like... all cajones!
Girl 2: Why would you want to hang out with your Dad?
Bedelia: [ stunned ] Alright. Let's go there! He knws his way around the woodshop, he calls me out on my B.S., he recommends great restaurants. I mean, look at him: The guy's epic!
[ over at the grill, Dad burns his finger on the rack ]
Bedelia: You know the book, 1776? He's read it! Anyway, don't be shy! Swing by and razz him about his man-apron! [ she laughs ] He'll love that!
[ Bedelia returns to her Dad at the grill ]
Bedelia: Hey, Tough Guy!
Dad: Hi, Sweetie.
[ Dad looks up, as Bedelia psyches a menacing stance ]
Bedelia: Psyche! We're good. [ she makes him bump fists with her ] Hey, you wanna go listen to some Santana B-sides on vinyl?
Dad: Bedelia, your friends are getting ready to get into the pool. Don't you think that they want you to join them?
Bedelia: For sure! Hey! [ Dad looks up ] Show me where I got that dimple! [ Dad grins sheepishly ] Yeah, you did!
[ Dad tends to the grill, as Bedelia stands by awkwardly ]
Bedelia: Heard Mom doesn't want any more kids. You getting snipped?
Bedelia: [ snickering ] That's gotta chap your ass, huh, Dad!
Dad: Honey, look -- you know your mother and I love spending time with you --
Bedelia: Yeah, you should! We have great chemistry!
Dad: We do. But you need to spend time -- MORE time -- with people in your own peer group. And this birthday party is a great opportunity to do that. Now, march over to those goofy-looking boys over there, and go talk to them.
Bedelia: Okay! Later, gator!
[ Bedelia approaches the two boys standing off to the side ]
Boy 1: You can't cup a fart in a plastic cup!
Boy 2: I'm telling you, I did it!
Bedelia: Hey, guys! Enjoying my Dad's lawn? [ she giggles ] He puts the hours in!
Boy 1: Hey, Bedelia.
Boy 2: How old did you turn, anyway?
Bedelia: Me? I'm fourteen. My Dad? He's timeless! You guys check out his hairline? It's not going anywhere!
Boy 2: Uhh...
Bedelia: He keeps it fit, too! He's on a regimen, kind of a modified South Beach. He's already trimmed off a few L.B.'s, and I can only imagine it's carried off into the bedroom!
Boy 2: Eeuuugghh!! Are you talking about your parents having sex?!
Bedelia: Hey! Our parents don't have sex, we're not here! Am I right?
Boy 1: Yeah, but still --
Bedelia: Guys! Let's be mature about this! The flame of passion isn't just a lighter you flick on and off! It's a delicate fire that has to be fed and fanned! [ the guys look at her, disgusted ] BYE!!
[ Bedelia returns to her Dad at the grill ]
Bedelia: What's up, Del Sackies!
Bedelia: Seriously, Dad -- you ARE the most interesting man in the world! Own it! [ she laughs ] Have I ever told you I think I got your legs?
Dad: Bedelia --
Bedelia: What's up?
Dad: Alright, listen to me: Sweetie, you are a very interesting and unique young woman. I'd go so far as to say that you are incredibly cool.
Bedelia: [ pointing ] Apple... tree, Dad.
Dad: No! Stop! Look: What you need to do is spend time with people your own age. Teenagers don't hang out with their parents! You want to know why? Because parents are DORKS!
Bedelia: What are you trying to say?
Dad: Honey! Look at me! [ he acknowledges his full dress ] Look at my shorts!
Bedelia: Yeah! They're classic J.C. Penney shorts.
Dad: I'm wearing sandals with socks!
Bedelia: It's poison ivy season! You're being sensible --
Dad: You're missing the point! You're missing the point! I want you to start having fun, making mistakes, and being an idiot -- and NOT with me. Do you understand?
Bedelia: I think so. Loud and clear, Chief.
[ a third boy steps forward ]
Boy 3: Sorry to interrupt. I wonder if I could use your phone? Feels like a pretty sweet opportunity to check in with my parents, let them know I'm okay.
Bedelia: Wow! That's super thoughtful!
Boy 3: I figured it takes me two seconds to make the call, and save them...
Together: A WORLD OF WORRY!!
Boy 3: Wow!
Bedelia: Courtesy's contagious, huh? [ to Dad ] Hey, Dad! mind if I go show him where the phone is?
[ disappointed ] Nothing would make me happier.
Bedelia: [ to the boy ] Let's do this! Hey! You play your cards right, I'll give you a quick glimpse of my parents' wedding album!
Boy 3: Sco-o-o-ore!!
[ they walk off, as Dad shakes his head ]
[ fade ]