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BOTH: Nothing. Ain't that Mr. Eye Contact? EMILY: He knows Khaled, right? We should follow him. Okay, legacy, come on. You guys, act normal, casual. (sighs) Here we go. - Great idea. - AMY'S FATHER: Patricia, you know how worried I've been about you? You shouldn't have run away. You should've talked to me. About what, the C-4 explosives I found in the cereal box? Or what about the time you smuggled drugs in Sir Bounce-a-lot and I had to see him get torn apart by custom agents right in front of me? Sweetheart, it was my profession. What, being dodgy? Well, that's one word for it. I mean, yeah, I was a criminal, but I'm different now. How'd you even find me? Well, what do you mean? I've been in hiding. Ah, my darling girl, I've known where you've been for years. Uh, it's impossible for you not to stand out in a crowd. Yeah, why do I have to be so brilliant at every single thing I do? Here, look. I've always kept this photo of you and me close to my heart. We used to play together. We used to sing together. We used to be a team. - None of this is happening, okay? - But-but... No "but, but, but." No! But... darling. (grunts) I'm getting old, Sunshine. I want to be a part of your life. Please. You always do this. - What? - I'm not falling for it. - Not this time. - What...? Now, now... Patricia, stop! Please, Patricia, don't leave again. No, wait, darling. - Stay with me, fellas. - Huh? - Hey. (microphone feedback squeals) ♪ Everybody needs a little time away ♪ ♪ I heard her say ♪ ♪ From each other ♪ ♪ Even lovers need a holiday ♪ ♪ Far away ♪ ♪ From each other ♪