Preston, because you haven't had
the chance to revise it...
for the four billionth time.
All great writers revise. What--
Dear Amanda...
Now that you're finally single...
I can finally give you
this sappy love letter...
that I never had the guts to give you
during all four years of high school.
- Listen to this.
- What?
This is Barry Manilow.
Yeah, I know.
Why do we have a radio station on
that plays Barry Manilow?
- Just listen to the words, Denise.
- Oh, Mandy
Amanda. Mandy. Aman--
Mandy's short for Amanda.
That's it. That's my sign.
I hate to interrupt this alternate
universe you've wandered into here...
but, like, I hear that song's
about his dog.
It's not about a dog.
It's about a woman named Amanda.
Who the hell
names their dog Amanda?
My cousin named her dog Samantha.
Look, shut up about the dog, okay?
- You came and you gave without faking
- That's my sign.

That is totally my sign.
Consider me ready.
Hi! Oh, my God, you guys.
Come on in.
Oh, don't let the dog out. Oh, Susan,
you look so cute. Oh, hi, Ray.
Oh, and the drinks are in the back,
okay? Oh, Preston.
I'm so glad you came,
and you brought a friend.
Hi. No, it's okay.
Just come on in.
Just, you know, drink, be happy.
Preston Meyers. Not one step further
until you sign my yearbook.
I'm gonna be the first
Huntington Hills student...
to get all 522 seniors to sign.
- My, how ambitious of you.
- Don't think you're not signing either.
I saved a special space
for you to sign in the back.
Why didn't you get
your senior portrait taken?
Specifically to avoid moments
like this one, actually.
Thanks. You too.
Go, Huntington !
I almost fell out of my dress!
Let's go, boys. Time is honey.
Ah, yeah !