Despicable Me 22013

[At night, Gru just came home from the AVL, carrying the sleeping Agnes on his shoulders, and enters the girls' bedroom]

Gru:
[whispers] Hey, I told you guys to get to bed.

Margo:
Oh, sorry.

Edith:
[making a drawing] So when ya goin' on your date?

Gru:
What?

Edith:
Remember? Miss Jillian said she was arranging a date for you.

Gru:
Yeah, well, she is a nut job and I'm not going on any date.

Edith:
Why not? [hangs from her bed ladder] Are you scared?

[a flashback reveals an eight-year old Gru on a playground when in elementary school, holding a flower behind his back]

Lisa:
[to her friends] Hey, did you guys see the moon landing on TV?

Girls:
Yeah, I can’t believe it. It’s so cool...

Lisa:
Yeah, and you know what...

Young Gru:
[approaches them] Excuse me, Lisa?

Lisa:
[not paying attention] I was talking to Billy the other day.

Girls:
No way.

Lisa:
And I think he likes me.

Young Gru:
[clears his throat; nervous] Hey Lisa, I was wondering if you... [taps his finger on her shoulder]

Little Girl:
[points at Gru’s finger on Lisa’s shoulder] Ewww! Gru touched Lisa! Gru touched Lisa!

Little Kids:
[horrified] Eeeewww!

Little Girl:
[to the whole playground] Lisa’s got Gruties!

[Everyone runs back inside in response, screaming; the young Gru remains on the playground, disappointed]

Gru:
[comes out of his flashback] Scared? Of what? Women?! [chuckles] No! That's bonkers! I just... I've no interest in going on a date! That's all! Case closed! I am not scared of women... or dates... Let's go to bed. Good night, Edith. [gives a goodnight kiss to Edith] Good night, Margo. [gives a goodnight kiss to Margo, but returns] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold the horses. Who are you texting?

Margo:
No one. Just my friend Avery.

Gru:
Avery. [confused] Eh? Avery? Is that a girl’s name or a boy’s name?

Margo:
[confused] Does it matter?

Gru:
No. No, it doesn’t matter unless it’s a boy!

Agnes:
I know what makes you a boy.

Gru:
[concerned] Uh...oooh...you...do?

Agnes:
Your bald head.

Gru:
[relieved] Oh, yes...

Agnes:
[creates an imaginary line with her hands around the head of a temporarily confused Gru] It’s really smooth. Sometimes I stare at it, and imagine a little chick popping out. [imitates a little chick] Peep-peep-peep.

Gru:
Good night, Agnes. [gives her a kiss on the forehead] Never get older. [leaves the girls' bedroom and turns off the lights]