[Spanish style music] <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Tonight you're gonna
see a special story ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ A pop star and her
fight for love and glory ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ We wish it was a
little bit more gory ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ But they said we had
to tell a family story ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ In the tale we tell
not everything is fair ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ And someone gets some news
they cannot bear ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ You blow the end
I'll kick your derriere ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ OK, OK, our story
starts in there ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ In there
In there ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ In there
In there... ♪</i></font> [rock music plays] <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ I'm not going your way
I'm not going your way ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ And when you're
talking to me ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Don't wanna hear
the words that you say ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ I'm not going your way
I'm not going your way ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ I can't lie I keep
telling you, telling you ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Baby I'm just having fun
I'm just having fun ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Yeah I'm just having fun ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ I'm just having fun... ♪</i></font> Hey guys, um, ya'll
sound great, it's just, I mean, the lyrics.
I wrote 'em a month ago and they're starting to sound
as tired as one of my dad's "back when I was in a band"
stories. You know, back when
I was in a band, we didn't have cheese
near this fancy. We had nacho cheese. That's the cheese we'd steal
from ZZ Top's dressing room, then some dude would come in
and say "hey, that's
not'cho cheese." [forced chuckling] Hey, Hannah, you know
the lyrics aren't that bad. Yeah, but they're
not that good, either. [mocking] <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ I'm not going your
way, I'm not going your way ♪</i></font> Ah! <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ I was only kidding
You look really pretty ♪</i></font> [nervous chuckling] Oh, don't think
I didn't notice you bailing on the one
you say you love. Oliver, Lilly is the one
who loves you, OK? Lola is dating
Justin Timberlake, according to an internet rumor
I have no idea who started. Hey, guys,
ya'll can take off. I've still got a little
work to do on the lyrics. A little work?
[scoffing] It's like saying Taylor Swift
is a little bit cute. - Oh, what, you can fake date
and I can't? OK.
- Yeah. Hey, you wanna
grab some lunch? Jesse, you know,
that's really sweet but I kinda make it a thing
not to date guys in my band so, if at some point you want
to have lunch, that's cool. But, you know,
just not "have lunch." OK, yeah. Cool. What are you doing? OK, if I were you,
I would be, uh, grabbing lunch
and stayin' for dessert. - That'd be Lola talking, right?
- Sure. Listen, I know Jesse's
really cute, but he's got a rep as a real
player and my Dad told me to
steer clear of him. So you're not gonna
date that guy... ...just because... That's not'cho cheese.
Get it? ...that guy told you not to? - Absolutely.
- [phone ringing] [beeping] - Why aren't you answering?
- It's nobody. [gasping] No, you're not
seriously telling me that... - Telling you what?
- I knew you'd be this way. - What way?
- How can you be so stupid? - Why is she stupid?
- You don't understand. I don't understand anything. - [grunting]
- [beeping] - Hi, Jake.
- Hey, Miley. I'm done filming for the day.
You want to meet
at the usual place? Uh, ha! It's Lilly. Uh... [fakes foreign accent] I mean,
your order of meat is ready at
the usual place... ...a miley away. - Bye-bye.
- [button beeping] I forgot to tell you. I'm dating Jake Ryan. - What?
- [together] Oh, keep up! [groaning] <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>[Miley] Whoo!</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>Here we go, everybody!</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Come on ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ You get the limo
out front ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Oooh ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Hottest styles
Every shoe, every color ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Yeah, when you're famous
it can be kind of fun ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ It's really you
but no one ever discovers ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Who would have thought
that a girl like me ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Would double
as a superstar ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>Whooo!</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ You get the best
of both worlds ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Chill it out
Take it slow ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Then you rock out the show ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ You get the best
of both worlds ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Mix it all together
and you know ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ That it's the best
of both worlds ♪</i></font> How could you not tell us? Look, I wanted to tell you, but after everything Jake and I
have gone through, I just knew that you would say, [together] "You're making the
biggest mistake of your life!" Yes. Yes, but then I would've
continued and said, you know, it's your life and if that's
what makes you happy, then
who am I to judge? I mean, the heart
wants what it wants, even if it's some goofy, klutzy
guy who's not half as cool as he thinks he is. - Ain't that the truth?
- Yeah. - Wait, we're still talking
about Jake, right?
- Sure. Look, guys, it's not like
I totally caved in to Jake. I made him work for it.
I made him beg. Miley! I wouldn't blame you if you
never wanted to see me again... - Jaaaake!
- [grunting] Yep, Miley Stewart
kept her dignity. Good for you. I'm just amazed your
Dad's cool with it after everything Jake
put you through. The whole "I kissed you,
I'm leaving, I love you,
I'm leaving, I'm spending the rest of my life
with Traci." Psych! Oh, please,
like she told her dad. I mean, it's probably been
nothing but secret meetings and late night phone calls.
I bet they even have code names
for each other, like, "Falcon"
and "Snow Bird." You are so wrong.
[scoffing] It's "Anakin"
and "Queen Amidala." So what are you gonna do? You can't keep this
secret from your dad forever. I'm not gonna.
I just gotta continue
to work on Jake's image. Look at this. I got my publicity guy to get
Jake Ryan at a pet adoption on the front page
of the newspaper. Dad loves dogs, and I'm gonna
put this in the bathroom where Dad does his,
you know, heavy reading. Not'cho cheese. C'mon, man,
that's funny stuff. I swear, your band
has no sense of humor. - You ready to go?
- Look. Aww, look at
that little puppy. - Isn't he cute?
- So cute. Now, let's get you away
from that miserable punk who broke my
daughter's heart. There. All better. [upbeat Irish music plays] <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Well their plan didn't work
with the pictures of Jake ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ And she's wondering now
what on earth it will take ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ To make Dad like her beau
Should she bake him a cake ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Oh but wait
He likes pie ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Yes you're right
My mistake ♪</i></font> [music fading out] Talk about your sweet niblets,
this looks incredible! Well, if all this and Mamaw's award-winning
boysenberry pie doesn't soften Dad up for the
big Jake news, I don't know
what will. Hey, you know what would
really soften him up? If you dug out that old kitty
sweater he got you for your
14th birthday. [gasping] Oh, my. [sweater meowing] - Now, that's commitment.
- Tell me about it. But, uh, if you
see me turning blue, grab one of these
butter knives and cut me out of this
poly-cotton death trap. Yeah, sure, you got it. Mmmm... Hey, this
is really good. What is it? Oh, it's dad's favorite.
It's catfish stew. - Mmm, oh, what's this?
- No, no, no! Oh... is it a grape? Hmm. Oh, it really
bursts with flavor. - That's the eyeball!
- [splattering] Hey, that's the best part! Now I'm gonna have to
give Dad the other one. Excuse me, I'm just gonna
go walk through the car wash with my mouth open. Lilly! Hey, how've you been? No, don't you "how have
you been" me, Anakin. OK? I got my eye on you.
So does that stew. Jake, what're you doing here? My dad's gonna
be home any minute. I don't care, I... Wow, that sweater is adorable. I'm only wearing it
because my dad gave it to me. But thanks for
the fake compliment. Good boyfriend stuff,
keep it up. [sweater meowing] Well meow to you, too. That was my sweater! Seriously, you've gotta
get outta here before my
dad sees you. No, no, no. Look, I don't
care if he sees me. I'm tired of sneaking
around behind his back. We need to tell him. And we will. I just gotta give
him a snootful of catfish and [growling] my eyeball. - What?
- Never mind. Just, you gotta
trust me on this, Jake. I'm gonna feed him, and then
I'm gonna close the deal by showing him this movie about
a dad who hates the guy that his
daughter's dating - but learns to
love him anyways.
- I was up for that part. But apparently Shia LaBeouf
has bigger box office appeal. - [car door slamming]
- Dad's home. I mean, my box office
is just as big as his. Aww, sure it is, honey.
We'll talk about that later. Oh, OK, but I'm coming
back after the movie whether it works or not
and we're telling your dad. OK, OK! Just leave! Because when Jake Ryan
loves a girl, he... ...doesn't give up.
I get it. Get out. Bye! Actors. [inhaling deeply]
Whee doggies! Is that
catfish stew I smell? Surprise, daddy! Now hold on, here. My favorite stew,
boysenberry pie, and you got on that ol'
kitty sweater I got you
a couple years ago. Miley Ray Stewart,
you want something. I just want my daddy
to know I love him. [sweater meows] This is gonna cost me
big time, but I'm OK with it long as I get an eyeball! Dang Lilly! [melancholy music from TV] [sniffling] Wasn't that
just a touching movie? The way that dad learned how
to accept the boy that his
daughter loves. Now that is a role model
for supportive parenting. I'm just sayin'. I gotta admit, heartwarming story.
It's a nice movie. It certainly was. Yeah, but it's
all a bunch of hooey. Hoo-what? Ain't no father in his
right mind gonna forgive
that slimeball kid for hurting his daughter. - I know I wouldn't.
- Aww, Dad. You don't mean that. How about fourth
piece of pie? Ooh, sounds good.
But you know what? Now I'm too agitated thinking
about what I'd do to that kid after breakin'
my daughter's heart! It'd get mighty ugly,
I tell you what. [inhaling deeply]
Mmmm! Slimeball stew!
My favorite! No, Mr. Stewart, please! Miley will
never forgive you. Sure she will. As long
as she gets an eyeball. - [cackling]
- [whimpering] Where'd that breeze
come from? From that dry, barren wasteland
of your cold, cold heart. - Huh?
- Never mind. And you are doin'
the dishes tonight, you movie-hatin',
eyeball-hoggin' hillbilly!
[grunting] - No, I'm not running away!
- Oh, boy. - I am through hiding!
- [whispering] Jake... What're you doing? Standing up for us
and protecting my face. I'm filming tomorrow. Listen, Mr. Stewart,
I'm in love with your daughter and you're just gonna
have to deal with it... sir? OK, I just got one question.
Who are you? We've been dating
for the past three weeks. Three weeks, two days
and eight and a half hours. Aww, babe, you
counted the hours. And I did that myself. I didn't
even have my assistant do it. Now, is he a keeper or what?
I'm thinking, just wrap him in a recycling
bag and take him home. Alright, Dad, look... ...go ahead and yell at me. Tell me how much
you don't like him, tell me I'm making the biggest
mistake of my life, because no matter what
you say, it's not gonna
make a difference. I just can't believe
you kept this from me. I thought we had a better
relationship than that. Evidently, I was wrong. So was I.
That did make a difference. [blues music playing] <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Well Robby's mad
and Miley's sad ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Normally this
would make me glad ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ She's on her knees
She's begging please ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Give her a chance
at true romance ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ She wanted things
to be more better ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ She even wore
that kitty sweater, meow! ♪</i></font> [clearing throat] [harmonica playing] <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ What will she say
to Robby Ray ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ If you wanna know
don't go away ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Ooohhhh, yeah! ♪</i></font> [music fades out] Ooh, boxing! Nothing brings
a father and daughter together more than two grown men beating
the snot out of each other. - [audience yelling on TV]
- Ooh, that's gonna
leave a mark. But I don't care.
This is just so nice. [sighing] [grunting] Hey, Daddy! Not'cho cheese!
I get it now. It's funny. [growling] - [playing notes on piano]
- Hey, Daddy. Trying to decide on what
to wear to next year's
Tween Scene Awards. I mean, I'm not nominated yet,
but with the incredible songs
you write, I'm a shoo-in. So what do you think? Doesn't really matter
what I think. You're gonna pick what you want
anyway, and then not tell me till it walks into my house
hiding behind a surf board. Fine. I guess I just
won't wear anything. Au naturale. My birthday suit. - My skin sweater.
- Whatever. - [playing notes on piano]
- [growling] Hey, big guy, remember that
one time I tried to go to
Florida all alone even though you
said I couldn't? Whoo, were you mad at me! But then you wrote
that beautiful song,<font color="#FFFFFF"><i>
Ready, Set, Don't Go.</i></font> And out of it came an even
deeper, richer relationship.
[sighing] Not to mention,
a number one song, hey. Talk about your biscuits
and gravy! So, how about we write a
song about what we're going
through right now? I'll start. <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>[Best of Both Worlds </i>melody]<i>
♪ I want the best for my girl ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ She can date any guy
do da dee da da da ♪</i></font> Here we go! Sing with me! <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Best for my girl
Whoo! ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Mix it all together yeah... ♪</i></font> Just the guys now! [groaning] <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ I don't care what you say
I don't care what you say ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Just 'cause you're my daddy ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Doesn't mean you
get it your way ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Neener neener neener
You're so meaner meaner ♪</i></font> Whaddaya think? - Truth or lying?
- Lying, please. - Best song ever!
- Wow! I know, it's terrible. - Stink-o!
- Worst song ever. Oh, come on. I just
can't concentrate. I mean, as long
as keep dating Jake, Dad's gonna be mad.
And if I stop dating Jake,
then I'm gonna be mad. Wow, that's... tough. "That's tough?"
That's all you've got? I mean, if this
was your problem, I would come up with
some crazy plan that would
ultimately fix everything. Someone forgot to bring a
present to the friendship party. Oh! I hope she's talking about
you, 'cause I brought nothing. This is not fair. I give you
great ideas all the time, OK? Remember last week, we didn't
know what to do, and I suggested
let's go to a movie. And we did. And then afterwards,
you were hungry, and I suggested
pizza, and you loved it. OK? That's two
great ideas in one night. Need I go on?
I think not. Hey, Mr. Stewart,
how's it going? Doesn't really matter how
I think it's going, does it? Why don't you ask my daughter
how she thinks it's going? That's all that seems
to matter in my house. OK, then. I'm just gonna eat my
shrimp and avoid eye contact. [whimpering]
But Jesse, I love you! It can't be over. Look, Rachel, I have been
telling you for weeks, I'm just not
feeling it anymore. - I'm sorry.
- OK, fine. Hey Jesse, you and I
need to have just a... Hang on, boss.
Two... one... Fine. I'll go.
I have my pride! Just don't you even think about
calling me at my new number... ...555-0129. Just get 555-0129 out of your
head 'cause I won't answer! - Hey listen, man, you're not...
- Not quite. And I mean it!
Never call 555-0129! Even though we're on the same
plan and it won't cost you.
[squeaking] OK, that's usually it. Sounds like you go
through this quite a bit. - Yeah. Chicks, huh?
- Well, it better stop. Listen, I don't like the fact
that you keep showing up late, and I really don't like
the way you treat "chicks." - But...
- And I hate the fact that you
keep interrupting me. Now you're a good guitar player,
but you're not that good. Pull yourself together
or get out. OK, OK.
It won't happen again. Whoa, your dad
does not like Jesse. Not kidding. I mean, he pushes his buttons. He's late, he's mean to girls... Heck, the only button
he hasn't pushed is... Who ate the last
apple fritter? Whoo, man, imagine if you'd
gone out with Jesse when he
asked you. I know. I mean,
compared to Jesse, Jake is like one big
yummy catfish eyeball. Hey, hey, wait, I got it! OK, after rehearsal, you get
Jesse to ask you out, making sure your dad can hear,
which of course freaks him out, and you say, "Oh, would
you rather I date Jake?" And he says, "Yes! Anybody but
Mr. Always Late, Mean To Girls,
Eat My Apple Fritter Guy!" Boo-ya! Another great idea from
the mind that brought you movies
and a pizza. Finally! <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Nah nah nah nah
nah nah nah ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Let's do this! ♪</i></font> [all applauding, cheering] Yeah! Great rehearsal,
everybody. Of course, that's just my
opinion, probably doesn't
mean much. All right. That's it. Time
for operation dabbsjlb. - What?
- Dabbsjlb. Operation "date a bad boy
so Jake looks better." - Duh.
- Wow, you two are freaky. Hey, Jesse, can
I talk to you in private? - Sure, we can go over here.
- No, no, no, way too drafty.
Bad for the pipes. [grunting, voice slowly
clearing] Muh-muh-muh..
Muh-muh-mah! Much better right here. Uh, yeah. Under the air vent.
Much better. - So, what's up?
- Yeah, remember the other day
when you, you know? Yeah Gary, listen,
Robby Ray here. Let me take this outside
for a second... You're right, it's like a meat
locker in here. Let's go. Listen, I think we're gonna
have to flip the Portland show with the Seattle date.
Uh-huh. Yeah, so uh,
remember the other day when you
[yelling] asked me out? [yelling] I'm right here. Yeah, let me take this out here.
These folks evidently have never
been out of the house before. - So, you wanna go out?
- [yelling] What? - [louder] Do you wanna go out?
- [louder] What? [louder] Do you wanna go out?
And that's as loud
as I'm doing it! Oh, I think that did the trick. Hannah, I'm not sure what's
going on, but... Well, I am. See, Hannah
likes a boy that I don't like. And she knows I don't like you. So she's asking you out hoping
that I don't like you more than the boy that I
don't like that she does like. - Simple.
- Dad, that's not true. I really like Jesse because
he's an apple fritter stealin'
bad boy. Bad to the bone. Oh. Okeydokey. In that case, here's the keys
to my car. Have her home by
morning. - What?
- Do you see the words fool
written on this forehead? I wasn't a fool yesterday
and I ain't one today. Yeah, neither am I.
And I don't like being liked just to prove that I'm less
likable than some other guy that he doesn't like. And, yeah,
I did eat the apple fritter
and it was good. - Hey there.
- Hi. - Hope you liked the show.
- Wh... [sputtering] - We weren't eavesdropping.
- No. - No.
- We were just, uh... Filling ourselves in ahead of
time to save you the trouble
later. - It's really a
consideration thing that we...
- Yeah. - Yeah, we'll see you at home.
- Yep. Dad, I'm gonna date Jake. I just don't want to
do it behind your back. Well, I don't
want you to do that either. So, what are we
gonna do about it? [sighing] I guess we'll do it
like we do everything else. Take it one step at a time. You know, I'm still not
sure I like that boy, but... ...you've went through all this
trouble, so I think I should at
least give him a chance. I love you, Dad. Unless you were
to change your mind, - there might be a
convertible in it...
- Daddy! You're right, you're right.
Bad parenting. I should
be ashamed. - Unless you were to change
your mind, then...
- 'Fraid not, big guy. No offense, but what in the
Sam-heck am I doin' sittin'
here hugging you? I got a boyfriend to call.
Hey! [reggae music playing] <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Daughter and Dad
No longer in a fight, Mon ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Everything's gonna be
alright, Mon ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ All day and all
of the night, Mon! ♪</i></font> - [music fading out]
- Or is it, Mon? Jake, I couldn't wait
to tell you, I... - I'll call you back.
- [button beeping] Jesse... Hey man, listen,
I'm really sorry about
the whole dating thing. - Forget it.
- C'mon, you can't be mad. It's not like we
were together or anything. Jesse. Oh, c'mon. Oh, c'mon. Jesse? I'm happy for you. It looks
like you got what you wanted. OK, uh, still sensing
a little bit of edge here. Oh, I get it. [singing] Someone's
used to being in control. Am I right? Am I right? Who's right?
I am. I really like you, OK? - What?
- Don't worry about it. I am a big boy,
and I will get over it. Besides, it's pretty obvious
you're way into this other guy. I am. Well, he's very lucky
and I hope he knows it. Thanks. I mean, I kinda think
that he could be the one. Hm. It's a good line
for a song. I mean, I'd lose
the whole "kinda" part. Makes you sound a little
"one foot in, one foot out." Yeah. He could be the one. <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ He could be the one ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>- ♪ He could be the one ♪
- </i>[playing keyboard]</font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ He could be the one ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Yeah he could be the one
He could be the one ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ He could be the one ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ He's lightning
Sparks are flying ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ And everywhere I go
he's always on my mind and ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ I'm going crazy
about him lately ♪</i></font> I can't help myself from
how my heart is racing. Perfect! <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ And I can't help myself
from how my heart is racing ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ And I think I'm really
digging on his vibe ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ He really blows me away ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ He's got something special
He's got something special ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ And when he's looking at me
I want to get all sentimental ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Smooth talkin'
So rockin' ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ He's got everything
that a girl's wantin' ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ He's such a cutie
He's gettin' to me ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ And when he walks into a room
It's like a movie ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Think I'm really falling
for his smile ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Get butterflies
when he says my name ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ He's got something special
He's got something special ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ And when he's talking to me
I want to get all sentimental ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ He's got something special
He's got something special ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ I can hardly breathe
Something telling me ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Telling me maybe
he could be the one ♪</i></font> Aww, look at you. You're
all choked up. Come here. I loved the song. And I love
that you wrote it just for me. Yep, that's what I did. [slow music plays] <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ First Miley had a guy
who she had to hide ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Then her daddy said OK
and she was satisfied ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Then Jesse came in
acting cool ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ And Miley turned
into a fool ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ A fool for love
She needs help from above ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Now Jesse's here
and so is Jake ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ But which one will she pick ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ So she won't make
a huge mistake ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Jake is cute as he can be ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ But Jesse drips of mystery ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Which will she choose
Which guy will win ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Which guy will lose
Hey hey ♪</i></font> I can't believe it. Everything
is finally working out for us. It sure is. [coughing] I, uh, [coughs]
got a tickle. - Oh, really?
- Yeah, I wouldn't wanna...
[coughs] ...kiss you and then sneeze
on you and get you all Jesse...
messy. Get you all messy. Yeah, and get
you sick, too. Whoo, we would
not want that. - I think it's worth the risk.
- Not me. Yeah, not me, because I care
too much about you, mister. So, I'm gonna be strong
for the both of us and say see you later, guitar player...
alligator. "See you later, guitar player"
is what I used to say to my dad
when I was little. 'Cause my dad's
a guitar player. Yeah. Whoo!
Yep, that's a fever. [sighing] Hey, well, you get
some rest and feel better and know that I'm thinking
about you every minute until
I see you again. And when I fall asleep,
I'm gonna dream about you. Are you gonna dream about me? I sure hope so. But you know dreams, they're
uncontrollable little suckers. - Yeah.
- Can't control what just
pops into your head. Could be you, could
be a sandwich, I mean, your Jess...guess. Your guess
is just as good as mine. Air kiss, bye! - [button beeping]
- Lilly, it's me. You've gotta
get over here right now! - [gasping]
- Yeah, Miley, I'm a little
busy right now. - Pulling, pulling, pulling!
- Sorry, I'm sorry! Oliver's got this
big knot in his hair and I'm trying to
get it out without... - [whimpering] Hurting,
hurting me!
- Sorry, honey. Lilly, I mean it.
Right now. It's code red! - [crashing noise]
- Code red. [panting]
Why didn't you say so? Man, you weren't kiddin'
about that knot. And he thought I
couldn't get it out. [screeching] Ahh! <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Whoa whoa whoa whoa ♪</i></font> Oh my gosh, you're
in love with Jesse? - I'm not in love with Jesse.
- And yet you're seeing his head
on Jake's body. Interesting. OK, fine! I'm a little bit attracted
to him, but I can control it, because I'm not gonna let this
ruin what I have with Jake. We have such history. We have way too much history
to throw it away on some
intense, brooding, passionate, strong... - ...yet sensitive guy...
- Miley. ...who has these warm brown eyes
that move you like the moon
with the tide. You know, a dance
as old as time itself. Well, as long as you
can control it. Control what?
Oh, boy. Whoo! Nothing like a two mile
run to make a man feel at one
with the world. Great. Must be nice to be you. Well, hello to you,
little miss mood swing. I thought you'd be happy
now that everything's in
the open with you and Jake. I am happy. I'm thrilled! Overjoyed. Ecstatic! [laughing] Isn't that right, Lilly? Right, yeah. Happy.
Never seen her happier. Is that the face of
a happy girl, or what? OK, then, uh... You should be excited to know
that I was thinking about
inviting Jake over for dinner so he and I can get to know
each other a little better. Yeah, that sounds
like a great idea, having Jake over for dinner
'cause he's my boyfriend. My only boyfriend.
The only one that I want. The only one that I need. You get that, mister? Sweet niblet. Honey, what
I'm trying to say is, uh, you and I need a little code
word for when you're dealin'
with these, uh, teenage girl things. Something like, "The walrus
sings at midnight." - The walrus sings at midnight.
- The walrus sings at midnight,
that's it. Daddy, the walrus
sings at midnight. I get it. I get it, uh...
I might go for another run, a little more one-ness
with the world, you know? Whoo! I have got... I have got to get
over this stupid Jesse thing. How? You're with him
like every day. I know, but I'm a professional.
I can shake it off. Really? OK, all right, well... ...let's say this
cookie jar is Jesse, OK? And he's playing and your
eyes meet just as you're
singing, <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ He could be the one
He could be the one ♪</i></font> Miley? Miley? - Miley!
- What? That was not me.
That was the cookie jar. He made the first move. The toaster warned
me about you, mister. Bad monkey! Miley, you just kissed
a ceramic monkey and then
broke up with it. How are you gonna control
yourself when you see
the real Jesse? - Put paper bag over his head?
- [scoffing, sputtering] Of course not. Come on,
Lilly, that is ridiculous. [♪ Miley Cyrus:<font color="#FFFFFF"><i>
He Could Be the One]</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ I can hardly breathe
Something's telling me ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Maybe he could be the one ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ He could be the one
He could be the one ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ He could be the one
He could be the one ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ He could be the one ♪</i></font> [Jesse] OK, this is not working. [Miley] That's because you
are not giving it chance. Kids are gonna love the whole,
you know, Hannah Montanimal
thing. It's gonna be great
for the tour, because it is like
a circus with music. Am I right? I am always
thinkin'. Always... whoa! I'm all right! Maybe we
should just call it a day. Yeah, um... OK, I'm gonna go out
on a limb here, but this? - It's not your best idea.
- I know. I've just gotta learn,
you know, to be around Jesse without getting all weak-kneed. [sighing] [gasping]
Sweet sweaty niblets. OK, OK. All right, all right. Be strong.
You can do this. OK, what gives? You are way too smart to come
up with something this stupid. Hey! For your information,
you are looking at a girl
stupid enough to dress up as a chicken,
a duck, a swan... A pirate, a carrot.
Oh, and once at a Make a Moose - she had an explosion
in her pants.
- Yeah. That's not what
it sounds like! Look, my point is,
is I am plenty stupid. Fine. If you don't want to tell
me what's going on, I'm outta
here. No, Jesse, please. It's honesty time. - Lola?
- Yeah? It's honesty time. - Yeah?
- Go! Fine, I'll go
to the bathroom. I'm attracted to you, OK? - Really?
- Yes, but I'm not gonna do
anything about it. - Really?
- Really. Because I have someone
that's caring and loyal and is always gonna
be there for me. Are you dating a guy
or a golden retriever? Stop it! Look, the point is,
I love Jake. And I'm not gonna ruin that just
because of some smooth-talking, good-looking,
intense, brooding... ...sweet, strong
yet sensitive guy, who... Do me a favor.
Put this on for me. There. You're a heartbreaker and I just... I just can't
be with someone like that. - Wait a minute...
- Hey! I saw you dump
that girl the other day. That's what I thought. I dumped her
because I met you. How many times have you
used that one before? OK, a lot. But this time I mean it. It's different with you.
I can't get you out of my head. Your laugh, the way you lose
yourself in a song, the way you love life. Just say no if
you want me to stop. [stammering] No! No. No. See, I can't do this, because
uh, I mean I want to kiss you. You have no idea how
much I wanna kiss you. Boy, do I wanna kiss you. You wanna what? Jakeee! I was just
writing a song for you! <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ You have no idea how much
I wanna kiss you ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ My Jakee wakee baby
yeah yeah ♪</i></font> Let's go!
Isn't that right, Jesse? - What?
- Yeah, I don't
believe it either. Look, nothing happened and
nothing was going to happen. - But you wanted it to.
- One problem at a time, please! Look, you know how
I feel about you, Jake. I thought I did.
Now I'm not so sure. When you figure it out,
let me know. Me, too. But for what it's worth,
I wanted to kiss you, too. Wow. Go to the bathroom,
you just miss everything. Hey, Miles, we got here
as fast as we could. Yeah, we would've been here
sooner, but somebody thought
"code red" meant "stop and get frozen yogurt
on the way to Miley's." Ah, that's funny. Don't remember
this bothering you when you were
eating most of it! Hey! Oh, how selfish am I? I mean, my life is
practically falling apart, but I'm interrupting
a yogurt crisis! Sorry, OK, we're here for you. OK, so what's the deal? Both of these guys are just
waiting for you to make up
your mind? - Yeah.
- Man. I gotta tell you, Miley. If I
found out Lilly was torn between
me and another guy, - dude, I would walk right up to
her and I would say...
- What? You would say what? You take all the time
you need, sweetheart. I live for you, only you, and
would you like a foot massage? Aww! See?
This is why I love you, and why I would never even think
of looking at another guy because I am a one guy
kind of girl, you know? I don't go buzzing around
like some little queen bee from one little pretty flower
to the next pretty flower... ...but that's just me. You know, I don't
make any judgments. Oh, look at the time,
we're late! Late for what?
We just got here. - We're just late, OK?
- OK. Look, you know, whatever choice
you make, it's gonna be OK. - Let's face it,
they're both gorgeous.
- What? In a way that's totally
unattractive to me personally because to me
it's not about the looks. Excuse me? Which is why your
rugged good looks
are just icing on the cake. - You're darn right.
- Yeah. Man, this is just so hard. I mean, you... ...we have so much history. I mean, I loved you,
then I couldn't stand you, then I loved you, then I
couldn't stand you again, and then you did the whole
"gotcha" thing, and then we kissed and... ugh! And you, I mean... Jesse, we have no history, but when we were writing
that song, I mean, something clicked and then
you said all those incredibly
sweet things and then we almost kissed
which brings me back to ugh! Why do you have
to be so wonderful? Why can't you guys just
do the honorable thing
and stink? Ugh! - [Jesse] Hey, watch it!
- [Jake] Not the face,
not the face! What do you see
in this guy anyway? Ooh, real macho movie star,
are ya? "Not the face,
not the face!" Come on, I know you
had thing with him, but that doesn't mean you have
to stay with him out of guilt. Guilt? She loves me, not you. I think you mean "loved,"
as in "the past." As in "that was then,"
and this is "Jesse time." - It's Jake time.
- Jesse time. - Jake time.
- Jesse. - Jake!
- Jesse! - Jake!
- Jesse! - Jake!
- Jesse! Stop it! [groaning] You OK? Daddy? I'm yelling at pictures.
Does this seem normal to you? Mile, in this family,
I stopped expecting normal
a long time ago. What's going on? Remember Jesse, the one
I pretended to like so you'd maybe like
Jake a little better? - Oh, no.
- Oh, yeah. - So you don't
like Jake anymore?
- Didn't say that. - Oh, no.
- Oh, yeah. - Oh, boy.
- Actually, "oh, boys." Ooh, well. Huh. Sounds like you got
yourself in a pretty tough
situation here. I really feel for ya. [both sighing] But it's clear to me there's
only one thing you can do. Dump 'em both, buy shoes.
Two pair. I'll pay, your choice. - Daddy.
- OK. Three pair. I'll go Italian
and not even blink an eye. Dad, you are no help at all.
No guy is. The only thing ya'll are
good for is opening jars, changing tires and going
downstairs with a baseball bat
when we think we hear something. [playing Renaissance music] <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Men are useless
Yes it's true ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ I'm a man and so are you ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Don't ask us stuff
'cause we're always wrong ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ We don't even know
how to end this song ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ La la lalala la la
la la la... ♪</i></font> Dad, you can show me as many
pictures of shoes as you want, but it's not gonna
change anything. But bookmark the page for
when I'm feeling better. Now Mile, I know I'm
not much good when it
comes to this kinda thing, but I think I know
someone who is. Oh, no. Dad, you're not gonna
show me that <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>Gilligan's Island
episode</i></font> where he had to choose between
Ginger and Mary Ann, and ends up losing
the both of them? Yeah, and the banana raft. I thought for sure it was gonna
get 'em off the island
that time. Well, but don't worry, I am positive you've not
seen this before. Just click on "play." - <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>Hey, baby girl.
- Mom?</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>Well, if you're watching this,
it means you've reached an age</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>where you're having
boy troubles.</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>And your daddy's only solution
is to bring out</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>one of those goofy
Gilligan's Island episodes.</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>[Robby] Hey, they're full of
good messages about the ups
and downs of life.</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>[horse snorts]</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>Blue Jeans' right. He says
hush up and hold the camera.</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>Come here.</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>Now, honey, you're probably
wishing I was there to help
you.</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>But the truth is,
even if was,</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>I'd be telling you exactly
what I'm telling you now.</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>The only voice that really
matters is the one inside you.</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>It's easier than you think.</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>And if you listen to your
heart, the answer will always
come to you.</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>It's gonna be OK, sweet pea.
I love you.</i></font> Love you, too. All right.
[sighing] OK. OK, heart, I'm listening.
Let's hear the answer. Still listening. Don't be shy. - Just you and me here.
- [phone ringing] Jake. - Well, I guess this means...
- [other phone ringing] Jesse? Oh, mud crunkeys! Hi, I can't get to the phone
right now but I really, really wanna hear what you have to say.
So please leave a message. Um, and I don't care what
length. 'Cause I really, really
wanna hear what you have to say. All right, beep! Hey, it's me. - I just wanted to say that...
- I feel kinda bad about
putting you on... ...the spot like that.
The bottom line is... - ...no matter what you decide,
- [together] I just want you
to be happy. [groaning] Two boys that
just want me to be happy? You didn't see that
one coming, did ya, Mom? I thought you said it was easy,
listening to your heart. [♪ Miley Cyrus:<font color="#FFFFFF"><i>
Don't Wanna Be Torn]</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ I thought you said
it was easy ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Listening to your heart ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ I thought you said
I'd be OK ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ So why am I breaking apart ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Don't wanna be told ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Why is all this so confusing
complicated and consuming ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Why has all this
made me angry♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Want to go back
to being happy... ♪</i></font> Wow. So it's not me. It's just, when your picture
landed in front of me... - ...I...
- You were disappointed. I'm sorry. Jesse,
but there's just something
between Jake and me. Well, like I said,
he's a lucky guy. - Go on. It's OK.
- Thanks. Miley? Miley? I got your message,
so is it me, or...? Jaaaake! <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>[Best of Both Worlds </i>melody]<i>
♪ She was in love
with both guys ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ But she had to choose ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Which meant the other
would lose ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ She was in love with
both guys ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Then she listened
to her heart ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ And now you know it helped
her choose the right guy! ♪</i></font> [both giggling] [♪ Miley Cyrus:<font color="#FFFFFF"><i>
He Could Be the One]</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ He's got something special
He's got something special ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ And when he's looking at me
I want to get all sentimental ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ He's got something special
He's got something special ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ I can hardly breathe
Something's telling me ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ Telling me
Maybe he could be the one ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ He could be the one
He could be the one ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ He could be the one
He could be the one ♪</i></font> <font color="#FFFFFF"><i>♪ He could be the one ♪</i></font> - [whispering] Are you sure?
- [mouthing] Yes.