He's coming, he's coming!
Go faster, he's coming!
-Make the Iight. -HoId on.
We were both still flushed from our day of adventure.
-WeII, good night. -Good night.
I could do battle with Daryl Kitzens...
...so why can't I just lean in to her?
Do it. Do it, you wimp. Do it!
That was fun.
Yeah, it was.
Scared he's gonna hunt us down?
I just have to keep a Iow profiIe for the rest of the summer.
And, of course, transfer to a miIitary schooI in the faII.
I just have to keep a Iow profiIe for one more week.
A week?
WeII, next Sunday, after the wedding, I'm going to camp.
Camp?
For how Iong?
-For six weeks. -Six weeks?
She might as well have said she's dying.
-That's fantastic. -Yeah.
-I better get inside. -Yeah.
-Good night. -Good night.
What if she goes to camp and I never get to kiss her?
That's the way it's gonna be. It's so obvious.
Every opportunity I have will go the same way:
''Good night. '' ''Good night. ''
No, I will not let that happen.
I will kiss her before she gets on that bus to Maine.
I will, I will, I will!
Gabe?
That's him, there he is. Oh, thank God. If they don't kiII you, I'm gonna.
So it turns out Max Kovinsky didn't go to Six Flags after all.
He got sick.
My mother actually ended up running into his mother at the Fairway...
...and, well, they got to talking.
What?
Gabe, come here. Come here.
Don't you ever go anywhere again without us knowing where you are.
Do you hear me? You had us scared haIf to death.
My punishment? No phone, no TV...
...no leaving the apartment for 48 hours.
It was the first thing my parents agreed on in a long time.
-PIease. -Do I have to caII Rosemary's mother?
No, don't caII anyone.
I thought we had an understanding on the nine square bIocks.
-We do. -That's the onIy way that this can work.
I had to throw myself on the mercy of the court...
...to get special permission to go to karate class.
I'II do anything. I'II wash dishes for the rest of the summer.
I promise I wiII.
It just wasn't an option to miss that class.
You scared the heII out of us today.
-I know, I'm sorry. -Yeah, what does sorry mean?
Sorry means I'm not gonna do it again.
-Right, never again. -Right.
-Right? -Right.
-Dad? -Yeah?
Are...?
Are you gonna move out?
EventuaIIy, yeah, I am, Gabe.
WeII, I....
-I found an apartment for you. -You what?
That's where I went today. To Iook for an apartment for you.
-Do you want me to move out? -No, no, of course not.
But, you know, maybe we can't get our Iives started again untiI you do.
Where do you get such big ideas?
-I don't know. I just get them. -So where is this apartment?
It's a two-bedroom on Grove Street.
In the ViIIage?
-Yeah, wood-burning firepIace. -No way.
-Why not? -It's too far from you, champ.
I wouIdn't move more than...
...a three- or four-bIock radius from you.
You're gonna have to go coIIege to get farther away from me.
-Okay? -Okay.
-Go to sIeep. -AII right.
So, what's the deaI with this Rosemary?
Rosemary?
How do you mean?
Nothing, I'm just not used to....
We do karate together, Dad.
She's my sparring partner.
-Okay, great. -I didn't even pick her.
Whatever you say, kid.
That night, I had this dream.
AII right, yeah!
-I'm open, man! -Gabe.
I'm open, Gabe.
Over here.
I'm open here. I'm open, man. Where are you?
Gabe.
Gabe. Gabe.
Where you going? You're ditching us for her?
Come on!
Disgusting.
The next day, I couldn't get to class fast enough.
I was gonna be near her again.
Grapple with her, smell her hair.
That day, the gates of hell opened, and Tim Staples walked right through.
So we're gonna shift sparring partners to make sure everyone's with their IeveI.
That means, Tim, you'II be with Rosemary.
Could this be?
My woman getting ripped from my hands like this.
I could see where all this leads.
Do you, Rosemary TeIesco, take Tim StapIes...
...to be your IawfuIIy wedded husband?
No! Rosemary!
And, Gabe, your new sparring partner wiII be David Betanahu.
This is my level? David Betanahu?
How could this happen?
She's with Ashton Kutcher over there...
...and I'm with the sweatiest 1 0-year-old in Manhattan.
The kid's practically had a mustache since nursery school.
Everything I took for granted, stolen in a New York minute.
Somehow, karate wasn't quite the same without Rosemary.
So how was that cIass for you?
Was it a good one?
I'm having a IittIe troubIe with this maete zuki maneuver.
Yeah, yeah. Me too.
I couldn't resist. I needed more and more pain.
So how's that Tim guy at the maete zuki?
He's a Iot better than me.
But he wants us to practice together.
Oh, reaIIy?
WeII, that's terrific. You know, hey, when can we get together?
WeII, I've got ceIIo this afternoon, so not today.
CeIIo? But I thought ceIIo was on Saturdays?
Tuesday and Saturday.
She can't cancel a freaking cello lesson?
Doesn't she know our days are numbered before that bus to camp?
-How about I'II caII you? -Sure, sounds great.
So that's it? Just a lousy ''call you''?
Not even an ''I'll call you. ''
A ''how about I'll call you?''
What on earth does that mean? When?
You have no new messages.
What choice did I have but to return to my old, miserable life?
Wait a minute, you were happy.
Oh, please, I was miserable.
I just didn't know how miserable I was.
Heads up!
-Watch it! -Sorry.
Where's your head today, G-man?
-My head? -Yeah, it's not with the baII. What was that?
It's not my head, Dad.
-It's my Ieg. I hurt it in karate cIass. -Karate.
See, guys Iike us, we weren't buiIt for kicking bricks.
Let's keep our priorities in Iine. Eyes on the prize.
Head down. Go, sweet spot, one, two....
He was right. My priorities were all screwed up.
I was an athlete.
-I just had to shake it off. -Yeah.
Look at me. I can bounce back.
I don't need some girl in my life for me to be happy.
HeIIo. Yeah.
You know, I reaIIy hate it when peopIe caII me at home and try to seII me stuff.
That's okay. Okay, bye.
HeIIo?
Hi.
Yeah, he's right here.
Gabe?
It's a girI.
-I got it. -Got it?
I got it!
-Hey. -I said I was gonna call.
Did you? I don't even remember.
Smooth under pressure, that's me.
If only I could do something about the beating of my heart.
Could she hear that through the phone?
So, what are you doing tomorrow night?
-Tomorrow night? -Yeah.
It's summer, so it's not, Iike, a schooI night or anything.
I'm free, totaIIy.
Because my parents got these speciaI tickets to this concert with this guy...
...who's supposed to be the greatest singer in New York.
Do you wanna go?
Me and your parents?
And me too.
My mom said I couId invite anyone I want.
-Sounds awesome. -Great.
She called.
She said she was gonna, and she kept her word.
This was not just some figment of my imagination.
Our Iove is a two-way street.
-You're Iooking sharp there, tiger. -Like I even care.
Nice.
I especiaIIy Iike the hair.
Come on, mess it up.
Don't take aII your romantic advice from him, Gabe.
You Iook very nice.
I'm gonna wait downstairs.
Do you want us to come say hi to her parents?
No.
Excuse me. They said they'd have you home by 1 1 .
And if you're gonna be one second Iater, I'II need a caII.
Okay.
-Our IittIe boy is growing up, huh? -Yeah, he is.
Pretty snazzy. Big night?
Just some date with some girI. You know, nothing-- Nothing big.
-That girI who came by here the other day? -That wouId be the one.
She was a nice girI, that girI who came by here.
AII right, Mr. Gabe.
-Gabe. Nice to see you. -Hey, you too.
Thanks for joining us.
-Hi, Mrs. TeIesco. -HeIIo. How are you?
Good.
WeIcome to The CarIyIe.
Ma'am.
Mickey took me here on our third date.
We had to stand right over there by the bar...
...because we couIdn't afford a tabIe.
From that moment on, there was no turning back for us.
You're gonna Iove this guy. No one sings Iike Loston Harris.
This guy is New York.
I can't tell you what that first song was about.
Something about love and a boy and a girl.
And this boy can think of nothing but holding that girl's hand in the darkness.
I'm not sure how I got the courage.
Maybe it was the buzz in the Shirley Temple.
Maybe it was Loston Harris...
...the greatest singer this little town has ever known.
But I knew our relationship had to get to the next step...
...or Rosemary and I would just remain karate friends forever.
Never had I been so keenly aware...
...of the ability of my palm to manufacture sweat.
But I was determined to hold that girl's hand for every single second.
What does this mean? Does she hate me?
Is she grossed out by me? Am I pushing everything way too fast?
All those ridiculous songs about love, I finally understood.
Forget the second stop. We're gonna waIk from here too.
Thanks.
WeII, you guys say your good nights now...
...and Daddy and I are gonna get some miIk for breakfast tomorrow, okay? So....
Good night, Mrs. TeIesco.
-Oh, thank you for coming, Gabe. -Oh, thank you.
Your parents are cooI.
Everyone says I'm gonna hate them in a few years.
-Think you wiII? -ProbabIy.
If peopIe say so.
This is the time.
I know it. She knows it.
My God, even her parents know it.
Why can't I kiss her?
What's stopping me? Is it cooties I fear?
So, big wedding this weekend.
Yeah, right. I forgot about that.
I wish you couId come.
It's gonna be reaIIy boring.
Yeah, I reaIIy want to see you do your fIower-girI thing.
Part of me is sure I'm gonna tr--
Did--? Did I do it right?
I don't know. I've absolutely nothing to compare it to.
My God, was I even close?
I-- I shouId go.
Yeah.
-Good night. -Good night.
Hey, how was your night, IittIe Romeo?
It was good. It was great.
Fine, I think.
But I had no idea.
I kept playing the moment over and over and over in my head.
Was it too fast? Too hard? Too gross?
Did she actually want me to kiss her?
I gotta go. I gotta go. I gotta go.
Or did I scare her away?
I had it bad. This new feeling deep in the pit of my stomach.
This horrible lovesickness.
Maybe this is what cooties are.
By the next day, I was a wreck.
I purposely didn't call her.
Okay, except for one hang-up. Because I knew I would see her in karate.
I got to class 1 0 minutes early.
-Hey. -Hey.
Okay, I knew what I was doing here early.
But what was he?
One thing was clear.
This business had to be settled right here and right now.
StapIes.
If only life was so simple.
Three-oh-nine. She's not even coming.
She doesn't even wanna see me.
She's blowing off class. She hates me.
Your fist shouId be Iike a hammer.
She came. She's here. She loves me.
-Sorry I'm Iate. -Miss TeIesco, nice of you to join us.
Wait a minute. What was that?
Was that a smile? Or is she, like, mad at me?
Why would she be mad at me? I only kissed her.
Why the heck did I kiss her? What was I possibly thinking?
There are very few things more painful than watching the woman you love...
...grapple with another man.
Actually, I take that back.
There are no things more painful.
The answer Iies within you, GabrieI, and you aIone.
You must find your strength.
Your focus. Your determination.
Poor David Betanahu. He was just an innocent victim in all this.
Collateral damage in this love affair.
One, two, three, four.
I couldn't take my eyes off her.
-High bIock. -She loves me.
-MiddIe punch. -She loves me not.
-Side kick. -She loves me.
Loves me not. She loves me.
Not. Not. Loves. Not.
By 3:5 1, I had descended fully into madness.
-Who wants to take their yeIIow-beIt exam? -Me!
Ah, Gabe, the moment of reckoning is upon us.
Okay, maybe I was a little overeager. But it was my only way back to her.
Luckily, I had the great master of masters in my corner.
Very nice, very nice.
-Let's see your maete zuki now. -GabrieI, switch.
Hit, hit, sweep.
Very nice. Very nice.
You've come a Iong way.
ExceIIent, GabrieI. ExceIIent.
Now, time for the break.
All that stood between me and the woman I loved...
...was a half-inch piece of plywood.
Be the board, Gabe. Be the board.
At that moment, I was the board.
The pain! The pain! Oh, my God!
I don't remember much after that.
-Gabe. -Damn. They said I blacked out.
Hi.
I guess this is the end of karate, huh?
I'm a pIace-kicker.
If you work hard, you can achieve anything. I reaIIy beIieve that, Gabe.
Whatever.
Hey, I came as soon as I got the message. What happened?
He went a IittIe too hard for his yeIIow beIt.
Sounds Iike we're gonna need some ice cream on the way home, huh?
No, thanks.
Was this it?
Was this the end for me and Rosemary?
Two and a half weeks was all the time we were going to be allowed?
I was not gonna call her. That would be weak.
And I resolved that night to be weak no longer.
HeIIo.
-HeIIo, Mrs. Burton? -No, this is Gabe.
Who cares if she thought I was my mother? It was her.
-HeIIo? -No, Mom, I got it.
-Who is it? -Mom, I got it. Hang up now.
Okay, hon.
-Hey. -Hey, how's your hand?
My hand? Oh, it's fine, bareIy hurt.
I just got so worried when you lost consciousness.
Yeah, that was onIy Iike for a second or so.
What coIor cast did you get?
Plain was the best of my choices.
My cousin got this HuIk one.
Yeah, they had that too, but I'm not at aII reaIIy into the HuIk.
This was no time for small talk. It was time to lay things on the table.
To reach through that phone line and dig deep into that woman's soul.
So when can we hang out?
-It's a reaIIy crazy weekend for me. -It is?
It's Thursday night. She's going to camp Sunday morning.
Who cares how crazy the weekend is?
Rehearsal dinner tomorrow night.
Wedding on Saturday, camp on Sunday.
Sure. Right, of course.
Where's ''wish you could come to the wedding''?
Where's that Rosemary? The Rosemary I loved.
Not this alien with her crazy weekends.
Your new sparring partner, is he coming to the wedding?
-What? Tim? -Oh, is that what you caII him?
Are you calling him after you call me?
What are you taIking about?
I'm talking about you and Tim Staples sitting in a tree.
K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
First comes Iove, then comes marriage...
...then comes Tim StapIes and a baby carriage.
You sound crazy, you know that?
Why don't you have time this weekend?
I'm sorry, Gabe. I haven't even started packing.
-You know what, I hate you. -What?
I hate you. Why do you even care? I hate you!
-WeII, I hate you too. -I hate you more.
How can you say something so mean? I hate you!
Oh, Rosemary.
Rosemary!
You want to, or shouId I?
Rosemary.
It was the pain that had no name.
Why did Rosemary Telesco ever have to walk into my life?
Why, why, why?
Maybe not everything is supposed to Iast forever.
Certain things are Iike....
Like skywriting. Like a reaIIy beautifuI thing...
...that Iasts for a coupIe moments and then...you know?
Oh, sweetie.
-Mommy. -I know, honey.
-Love sucks. -Yeah.
Look at them all.
Rats in their cages.
Their lives destroyed by love.
I'm done with it.
I won't be like them.
The fools.
I remember my first girI.
We met on the Jersey shore.
But she was from PhiIIy, I was from BrookIyn...
...so we knew right from the start we were cursed.
RaIph, not right now. I'm not in the mood.
Okay.
It's amazing how quickly time moves.
Just yesterday, I thought I loved her.
But now I don't even care about her at all.
The next morning, this kind of amazing thing happened.
The sun came out again.
See, life is about so much more than Rosemary.
I had my family, my health, my kicking career.
I really had no room for a woman in my life.
How about some rocky road?
I guess.
-Dad? -Yeah.
What's the deaI with girIs? I mean, why are they the way they are?
You're taIking to the wrong man.
WeII, how come aII Iove has to end?
Let me....
Let me teII you something about me and your mom.
Once upon a time, we reaIIy Ioved each other.
But as time went by, there just got to be aII these things--
LittIe things. Stupid things that were Ieft unsaid.
And aII these things that were Ieft unsaid piIed up Iike....
Like the cIutter in our storage room.
And after a whiIe, there was so much that was Ieft unsaid...
...that we bareIy said anything at aII.
WeII, why didn't you just say them then, Dad?
I don't know, Gabe.
I kind of wish I had.
Who was I kidding anyway? I wasn't gonna get any real comfort here.
I mean, the old guy meant okay.
Let's knock over a hot dog stand on the way home.
Drown our sorrows in pork shouIders and nitrates.
No, I think that's aII right.
I'm just gonna, I don't know, hang out here for a whiIe.
Okay, champ.
-See you at the homestead. -AII right.
You kicked good today.
I'm teIIing you, the trajectory you're on...
...to the moon.
-Or at Ieast the Big Ten. -Thanks.
-It feIt good. -Good. I'II see you at home.
Somewhere a million miles away...
...the girl I once loved was going down her road...
...and I was stuck back on mine.
I couldn't escape them, all the little things I left unsaid.
I was drowning in them.
Suddenly, I knew what I had to do.
Love isn't about ridiculous little words. Love is about grand gestures.
Don't go to Taos. Not without me.
Love is about airplanes pulling banners over stadiums.
Proposals on Jumbo Trons.
Giant words in skywriting.
Love is about going that extra mile, even if it hurts.
Letting it all hang out there.
Love is about finding courage inside of you that you didn't even know was there.
What are you doing here?
You're going to camp tomorrow. I had to say goodbye.
-But I thought you hate me. -I don't. I Iied.
I wasn't gonna be like my father.
I wasn't gonna let all these things left unsaid smother me.
Rosemary...
...I Iove you.
-You what? -I do.
I'm sorry, but I Iove you more than anyone has ever Ioved.
I Iove you. I Iove you. I Iove you.
How's that for letting it all hang out there.
And hang...
...and hang, and hang.
Do you think you might wanna Iove me too?
I don't know what I think, Gabe. I'm onIy 1 1 .
I don't think I'm ready to be in Iove.
WeII, I'm not ready and I'm doing it.
But it wasn't that easy. I guess love never is.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe girIs don't mature faster.
No, they do. They do. You know they do.
You even said so at the park.
We at Ieast mature at the same rate.
I don't know what mature is anymore.
But I'm reaIIy happy you came.
-Do you wanna dance, Gabe? -Dance?
Sure, what the heII.
As I held on to Rosemary Telesco for dear life...
...we both knew the truth.
She was going off to camp and eventually private school.
We were on different roads, she and me.
Two ships that passed in Sheep Meadow.
See, this is just like I told you.
Same thing I knew getting into this whole mess.
Love ends.
-Hey, Mr. Gabe, how goes it? -Hey, RaIph.
HoId the door, pIease.
The truth is, you come into this world alone...
...and leave it the exact same way.
I'm home.
Who are these strangers laughing in my mother's bedroom?
I'd only seen them in pictures.
Hi.
-Everything okay? -Yeah.
We were just taIking about how horribIe our honeymoon was.
Yeah?
Key West. Everything that couId possibIy go wrong....
An unmitigated disaster. It wasn't even a tropicaI storm, it--
-Remember that? -Like yesterday.
It was awfuI. We Iost our Iuggage. God, you were so sick.
God, I'm hungry. What time is it?
-We shouId get something to eat. -AII of us?
Yeah, we shouId....
Why don't we go down to the pIace on the corner.
Yeah, the pIace on the corner sounds good.
-It's getting cooIer out there. -Yeah, we're gonna need jackets.
I just cIeared some oId stuff out of the storage room.
You wanted a New York love story?
There's a New York love story for you.
I told you it wasn't gonna be pretty.
Love is an ugly, terrible business practiced by fools.
It will trample your heart and leave you bleeding on the floor.
And what does it really get you in the end?
Nothing but a few incredible memories that you can't ever shake.
The truth is, there's gonna be other girls out there.
I mean, I hope.
But I'm never gonna get another first love.
That one's always gonna be her.
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