Mitzi said if I get my license, she'll give me a chair and I can build up my clientele.
Mitzi will have to die before you get a clientele.
She rolls around on a stool now, cutting hair and doing color. It will not be long.
I can wait.
- That's getting embarrassing.
- Tuition, car payment.
Tuition, car payment.
"Who's the scrub on the bike?" "Oh, that's Dr. Sinclair.
She clips coupons, too." - Good night, Rachel.
- Good night, Eden.
Eden.
Eden, come on.
- What's going on?
- You broke up with me, Eric.
What are you talking about?
You broke up with me.
I said we should get serious about me going away.
Yeah, to LSU, not Columbia.
The grants came through.
What was I meant to do?
How about telling me you applied to Columbia in the first place?
I knew you'd get upset.
Oh, so you'd announce one day, "Oh, by the way, I'm going to school in New York." Not Baton Rouge like we'd planned. We were gonna see each other on weekends.