"Mom, what are you doing?" "Trying not to become a grandma." "Sorry, Mrs. MacKenzie, it's just sometimes when I look at June, it's impossible not to kiss her." "Aw, how sweet." "Well, next time you get to feelin' like that, remember this..." "Hey, Reba, where are you off to?" "Oh, Geoffrey set up a meeting with Mr. Bata down at the record company." "Fantastic." "You're finally gonna get to meet this guy?" "Well, it's not really a meeting." "I'm not even gonna see Mr. Bata." " But you just said..." " I know." "Here's the thing..." " Geoffrey sets up a meeting." " Mm-hmm." "I go down, Mr. Bata cancels it." "Then Geoffrey and I go eat." "You know, I think sometimes he sets these things up just so he won't have to pay for his own lunch." "Listen, could you bring me a club sandwich with a side of slaw?" "Reba, we need to have a meeting." "No, no." "If this is just a ruse to get her to pay for your lunch, she's already got two freeloaders." "Oh, and on that club, take out that middle bread." "Who's got a mouth big enough for that?" "Kim, I'm just fixin' to leave." "Can we talk later?" "Oh, sure." "I mean, my life is completely falling apart, and, you know, you're directly responsible, but yeah, you go ahead." "Okay, bye." "Reba!" "It's an emergency." "What is it?" "June has beguiled my Sage." "She's got him under a spell, okay?" "He was gonna follow in Leslie's footsteps and go to Stanford, but now he says he's not even going to apply because he doesn't want to leave June." "Sage isn't graduating for another year and a half." "And I'm sure this puppy-love romance will be long gone by then." "You don't understand." "Leslie has been out of town on a business trip, and he's gonna come back and find out that under my watch, Sage is no longer going to Stanford..." "And that I bought a Bentley." "Oh, well, a Bentley's not my fault." "Yes, it is." "I shop when I'm upset." "* Walkin' with my head high * soaking' up the sunshine * la-la-la-la-la, life is sweet *" "Hey, Geoffrey, I'm here for my "meeting."" "So where do you want to go to lunch?" "I was thinkin' Sushi." "I love they way they yell at you when you walk in the door." "Oh, we're not going to lunch today." " What?" " Mm-hmm." "Mr. Bata is actually gonna see you." "What?" "What do you mean, he's gonna see me?" "I'm not dressed for a meeting with somebody important!" "I thought I was gonna have lunch with you!" "Thanks a lot!" "I always dress nice for you." "You dress nice for everybody." " You wanna know why?" " Why?" "I look good." "Geoffrey," "I'm ready for my 11:30 now." "Okay." "That's you." "You're his 11:30." " Okay, come on." "Let's fix you up." " Okay." " Okay." " What do you think?" "Way too much to do." "Oh!" "Okay." "So, Mr. Bata." "Reba, what has taken us so long to meet?" "You?" "Let's not point fingers." "I've been waiting a long time to have a sit-down with you." " So, uh, let's sit down." " Oh, okay." "You know, as an artist, you have something very special..." "Something that I need." "Oh, really?" "What's that?" "Well, all my other artists are dangerous and edgy and young and interesting." "You're the opposite." "Thank you?" "You're welcome." "See, you're more average." "You're middle America." "That's a good thing." "How'd you like to be a jingle writer?" "A jingle writer?" "I'm..." "I'm sorry." "I'm confused." "About to clarify." "Reba, do you know what these gold records signify?" "Half a million in sales?" "No, that there used to be a record industry, which is now in the toilet." "We need new revenue streams." " And jingle writing is one of them?" " You're so sharp." "Thank you, but I'm..." "I'm a songwriter." "Well, a jingle is just a little chunk of a song." "So you write a song, slice off a chunk, you got a jingle." "I appreciate you thinkin' about me for the chunk of a song, but my heart is really into the whole song thing." "Well, I've got a better place for your heart..." "In the bank, surrounded by money." "And I appreciate that, too, but I'm not ready to give up on my dream." "Reba, please." "I would never ask you to give up on your dream." "Look, you do this, you'll bring in some revenue, and then you'll come in, and I'll listen to whatever songs you want me to hear." "Well, that's great, because I've written a lot of new songs..." "No, no, no, no." "Not now." "You do me first." "I beg your pardon?" "Believe in me." "Believe in us." "Okay." "Well, I've gotta hone my craft somewhere, so okay." "I'll do it." "And if you do do it, and you do it well..." "Yeah?" "You can do it again." "This...is Rokkit energy drink." "And they want to attract a new demo..." "The NASCAR fans, regular folk." "You know, people who need a quick pick-me-up after a tough day in the fields tending their..." "soy, corn, whatever." "Say hello to Rokkit, Reba." "Actually, sing it." "* Hello, Rokkit" "Yes." "Something like that." "Only much better." "Rokkit jingle, version one." ""Rokkit energy drink with ginseng."" "* Rokkit energy drink * now with ginseng *" "Yeah." "Well, you always throw away the first pancake." "Well, here we are." "Yep." "We're right here." "Thanks for walking me home." "You wanna come in?" "Uh, well, is your mom here?" "Why don't you come in and find out?" "Hi, Mrs. MacKenzie." "I was just going." "Will you text me in five and let me know when we can Skype?" "It'll be the longest five minutes of my life." "It'll be the longest five minutes of my life." "This has been the longest five minutes of my life." "Good-bye, Sage." "So how was your walk on the beach?" "Romantic." "It was like walking on air, until we stepped in a bag of half-eaten cheeseburgers." "I got cheddar on my flip-flops." "But it was still magical." "I'm glad you like Sage, honey." "I love him." "Yeah, but sometimes "like" can feel an awful lot like "love,"" "especially when you're young." "No." "This is love, like Romeo and Juliet love." "Yeah, just remember how that ended." "See, the thing is, when you truly love someone, you always want what's best for them." "What are you talking about?" "Well, if Sage's dream is to go to Stanford, then you really shouldn't stand in his way." "That's not his dream." "That's his father's dream." "Sage..." "wants to be a singer." " A singer?" " Yeah." "And you should hear him sing." "Well, if you remember, you wanted to be a singer a couple of months ago, but you got over it." "So will he." "But I was just excellent." "He... is amazing." "Tonight, when we were walking on the beach, he sang me this song he wrote about me." "It was so beautiful, I was crying." "He rhymed "June" with "moon."" "I mean, how does he come up with this stuff?" "Yeah, he's clearly a poet." "I'm glad you had a beautiful moment, honey." "But you two are young, and you can't plan a future based on..." "Time to Skype with Sage." "I miss him so much!" "So much has happened in three minutes." "Okay." "Rokkit concept number two." "* Put a Rokkit * in your pocket" "Ugh." "That just sounded wrong." "* got nothing!" "Ooh!" "Come on, Rokkit..." "Do your stuff." "Ugh." "Ahh." "Reba." "Reba." "Reba!" "Aah!" "Oh!" "How many of these Rokkits have you had?" "Oh, I don't know." "I know one thing." "I can't taste my tongue anymore." " Have you been to sleep yet?" " Sleep?" "!" "Sleep." "I don't think I've been asleep." "No, I probably won't sleep again." "I don't think so." "Well, what did..." "What did you come up with?" "I don't know." "You listen to it." "I hate Rokkit!" "I hate Rokkit!" "I hate Rokkit!" "Kind of catchy." "Oh, it's terrible!" "Oh, my gosh, the meeting down at the record label is in a couple of hours!" "I'm gonna have to call Mr. Bata and tell him this jingle thing is not for me." "Then that blows all chances of him listening to any of my songs!" "Come on, girl." "Now, you're a great songwriter." "This is just a little 10-second ditty." "Oh..." "You're making this harder than it is." "Oh, really?" "Well, if it's so easy, why don't you come up with a jingle?" "Well, I could." "I'm waiting." "Let's see." "Rokkit..." "Rokkit..." "* Rokkit, you can feel the afterglow *" "* Rokkit, let your energy flow *" "* Rokkit, you can't top it * get Rokkit" "Well, that's..." "You know what?" "That ain't bad." "Oh, yeah." "Yeah." "You know, matter of fact," "I came up with something similar to that after I got through running 6 miles on the beach last night." "Ha ha ha ha." "Why don't you sing yours into this recorder, and I can compare it to what I already have?" "* Rokkit, you can feel the afterglow *" "* Rokkit, let your energy flow *" "* Rokkit, you can't top it * * get Rokkit!" "Okay." "They're almost ready for you." "Oh, great." "I really think I got a winner here, Geoffrey." "How did you come up with it so quickly?" "Uh... well, at first, I had nothing." " Mm-hmm?" " Then it was like, um..." "I just heard this voice..." "Outside myself." "Be really cool if mom gets this jingle gig." "I gotta say, though, I'm gonna miss the old Rokkit commercials." "Like, uh, there's this one where these really cool guys give a Rokkit to an old lady, right?" "And then... and then all of a sudden, she's got, like, a mohawk, and she's zoomin' through traffic on a skateboard." "That sounds good." "Yeah." "Yeah." "And then she goes whooshing past this dog, and the dog's all like... "Aroo?"" "And then he puts his paws over his eyes, and he turns away, 'cause it looks like..." "Okay." "You're gonna have to shut it now." "Sorry." "It's time for "Judge Joe Brown."" "He can cite me for contempt anytime." "When your family wants fast food, you tell them," ""tonight, we're going to crock it!"" "With the crockmaster deluxe." "* Crock it, for the family on the go * * crock it, 'cause it's time to take it slow * * crock it, you can't top it when you crock it *" "Oh, sh... oot." "Geoffrey." "We're ready for Reba now." "Okay." "Here we go." "Okay." "Wish me luck." "Okay." "Oy." "Mama?" "Look, I'm fixin' to go into the meeting." "We need to talk." "Really?" "Unless somebody's missing a limb, this is not the time." "Reba, the subconscious works in mysterious ways." "You know that clever little jingle that I came up with?" "Well, somebody else did, too, except they came up with it first." "What do you mean?" "It's from a slow cooker commercial." "It must have just been stuck in my head." "Turns out "crock-it" rhymes with "Rokkit."" "Go figure." "Oh, my God, this is not happening." "Keep the big picture in mind..." "Nobody has lost a limb." "There is so much to be thankful for." "Okay, bye-bye." "No." "No." "No." "Mama." "Mama." "There she is." "Aaron, Daniel, meet Reba." "Hi." "Well, we've been waiting for this, so play us your jingle." "Well... well, that's the thing." "Okay, I'm just gonna be honest with you." "Just excuse us for one second." "What are you doing?" "Nothing good ever comes after somebody says," ""I'm just gonna be honest with ya."" "Okay." "My jingle is the Crockmaster song." "The commercial on tv?" "It must have gotten into mama's head when she sang it to me." " Your mother..." " Yes." "Oh, boy." "So, Jerry, is this gonna happen, or not?" "Reba, you wanna move this along and play us your jingle?" "Okay, you know, I could play you the jingle, but that would be cold and impersonal." "Uh..." "Uh..." "Oh, yeah." "Why would I play it over some speakers when I could..." "perform it for you live?" "Reba, your back is up against the wall." "I hope you know what you're doing." " I got nothing." "Let's just see what comes out." " Okay." "Uh, oh, here, hold this." " Okay." " Ooh." " Okay." "All right." "Well, first things first." "I got to..." "to set me up a beat here." "Ah." "There's my jam." "Okay." "* When there's nothing in the tank * * give your brain a little spank with Rokkit *" "* * when your back's against the wall * * gotta give it all with Rokkit *" "Ow!" "* For the best darn feelin' * that'll get your senses reeling, with Rokkit *" "* Go rock it!" "Try Rokkit!" " Reba..." " Yes?" "Bump it, blow it up, and let it fall to the ground." "That's good!" "That's good!" "Reba, oh!" "Reba, I owe you an apology." "Yes, you do." "What about?" "June hasn't beguiled Sage." "Music has." "And when his father finds out, his brain is just gonna explode." "So..." "I need your help." "Okay." "How can I help you?" "Well, somebody needs to talk some sense into him." "And then I thought, "wait a minute." ""Do I know any failed musicians who've just watched their dreams slowly die?"" "And then I was like, "I do!" "She lives right next door."" "Mm-hmm." "Well, for your information, I've had a very successful day." " Oh." " But if you need someone to talk to him about how hard the business is," "I'm your gal." "Oh." "Thank you so much, Reba." "Sage?" "Sage, sweetie, come on in, okay?" "Come on." "Hey, Mrs. MacKenzie." "Hey, Sage." "So, uh, you wanna be a singer?" "Yeah." "More than anything." "Well, how's your bartending skills?" "Well, I don't have any." "Well, you're gonna have to get 'em." "Because you'll be doing that or waiting' tables or digging' ditches while you're waitin' on your big break." "I know Kim wants you to convince me not to do this." "But there's nothing that you can say to change my mind." "I'm meant to be a singer." "I know that." "How do you know?" "I can't... explain it." "I just do." "I mean, how do you know it about yourself?" "Well, I guess it's because..." "I can't keep the songs from coming." "I mean, I wake up, and they're in my head." "I go to bed, and they're in my head." "I don't decide to make the songs." "The songs do." "Exactly." "That's what it's like for me, too." "Hmm." "Why don't you play me something?" "Why don't you play me that song that you sang for June the other night?" "I don't know." "It's kind of personal." "I wrote it when I liked June, but I..." "I didn't know how to tell her." "So it's hard for you to sing?" "Yeah." "That's the one I wanna hear." "Come on." "* I threw your picture away" "* I couldn't see, see, see your face, face, face * * for one more day * it's out of that frame * and so I packed it up" "* I gotta get, get, get my mind made up * * start actin' tough * 'cause you know I've had enough * * and I'm on my way * gonna call, call, call my name one day *" "* and I'll just wave" "Stop." "You didn't like it?" "Sage, no matter what, no matter what anybody says, no matter how hard it is or how bad it seems, you have to do this." "You have to." "Or you're gonna be miserable for the rest of your life." "There's my superstar." "Mr. Bata, we need to talk." "Yes, we do." "About toilet paper." "Wow, you're not really skilled in the art of conversation, are you?" "Well, I assume that's a joke, so I'll laugh." "Ha!" "I'm referring to our next jingle." "I need a quick ditty that includes the words," ""soft," "strong," and "two-ply."" "Go." "Okay." "But... but before we do that, a deal's a deal, and you agreed to listen to some of my songs." "All right, fair enough." "I'm a man of my word." "But I'm a very busy man of my word." "You get one song, so make it a good one." "I will." "You know what?" "I'm gonna play you another song." "I think you're really gonna like it." "* I threw your picture away" "* I couldn't see, see, see your face, face, face * * for one more day * it's out of that frame * so I packed it up * gotta get, get, get my mind made up *" "* start actin' tough * 'cause you know I've had enough * * and I'm on my way wait." "That's not your song." "Is that June's boyfriend?" "Yeah." "His music really touched my heart." "But I'm gonna have my day, one of these days." "But right now..." "I got work to do." "* It's easy" "Aw, this stew smells amazing." "Oh, it's your great-grandma's recipe, except I substituted turkey for gator snout." "Reba." "Reba, I'm here." "And, Reba..." "I brought Mr. Bata." "Oh, yeah, right." "Whaa!" "Reba!" "Geoffrey played me your cd." "I was very impressed." "You were?" "Absolutely." "You got a voice that can sell records." "Unfortunately, nobody buys records." "People do buy downloads." "But... but the point is, you like my singing?" "Big-time." "And you drove all the way down here just to tell me that?" "I guess it's, uh, totally coincidental that Sage lives next door." "He does?" "Ah." "I did not, uh, know that." "Mm-hmm." "Can I meet him?" "Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God!" "Whoa." "Get a grip, June." "I'll go get him!" "He's in my room." "He's what?" "!" "Mom, do not ruin this moment!" "Reba..." "I told you you could play me one song." "Why'd you play me that kid's?" "'Cause I know he's good." "You got class, Reba." "It's gonna be weird working with someone like that."