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[opening theme starts]

Cutting it a little close,
aren't we, Mr. Sanders?

I'm sorry.

"Better late than never"

doesn't cut it in
detention, young man.

Be here on time,

or the bus will leave
without you.

I had, uh... car trouble.

Uh-huh.

Couldn't decide
which one to drive?

[teacher] Mr. Wardlow,
I heard that.

Mr. Wardlow,
don't you have homework?

Something to read?

We have an hour
until school starts.

How about a little cooperation

for a change, huh?

[whispering] Hey, Sanders.

You know,
I was watching an old episode

of The Hartley House last night.

Boy, your mom,

she must be one of the few truly
great actresses of our time.

Why don't you clam up, bonehead?

In this episode, your mom,
she throws a dinner party

and little
Chuckie steals a brownie

off the dessert tray,

one of those gooey,
frosted kind.

And naturally, he doesn't want
to get caught with it,

so he hides it
on one of the chairs,

and one of the guests
sits right down on it.

Doesn't even know it.

[chuckles]

I don't when
I laughed so hard in my life.

- You son of a...
- You do that

and you are
in big, big trouble, mister!

♪ Oh, yeah! ♪

♪ Oh! ♪

♪ I try to make my way
inside a world of destruction ♪

♪ I'm living on the edge, you
know it's social distortion ♪

♪ Everyone around me scratched
their way to the top ♪

♪ You make 'em live like animals
and you can't stop. ♪

- Brandon! Hi.
- Hi, Andrea.

Well, I finally had
a major breakthrough

in my hypnotherapy.

Wait a minute.
You're in hypnotherapy?

- Yeah, what's wrong with that?
- Nothing.

It's, it's not being hypnotized.

It's just you being hypnotized.

This is exactly why
I never mentioned it.

Look at you. You think
it sounds bogus.

It's not that strange. Police
hire psychics all the time.

This is just one
of those things...

You're not going
New Age on us, are you?

No, I just feel like
it's the only hope

I have of remembering
the accident.

I thought at this point in time
you'd be trying to forget it.

That's just it. I can't.
So I keep going under hoping

that I'll really remember
so I can get a grip on things.

Brandon, the only thing
I can remember is a silver car

rushing at me,
and then yesterday,

yesterday there it was.

There what was?

Stars just as the car hit me.

Stars like in cartoons when
someone gets hit over the head?

No, stars, as in
dangling from the mirror.

I mean, at least
I think they were.

Well, I'm glad
you're starting to remember.

Yeah, me, too.

♪ Got a shadow around my world ♪

♪ Yeah, you make me
want to holler ♪

♪ Got a shadow around... ♪

The only thing I've learned
from all these science classes

is never to take another one.

Well, you're not supposed
to take physics, chemistry

and bio all
in the same semester.

If there's any chance of me
graduating with you, Brandon

and everyone else by June,

I don't have any other choice.

Well, can I help out somehow?

Well, I'm nearing
total meltdown.

I need more time, and this
radio show is the only thing

I can give up, and that means
I'd have to put it

in the hands of Tim Burwell.

- Well, Tim's okay.
- My grandfather's okay.

That doesn't mean I want him
picking out the tunes

we listen to in the morning.

Now, this is what's killing me.
Do you have any idea

how many bones
there are in the human body?

[pop song plays]

206.

How'd you know that?

I took biology last semester.

No, I mean, how'd you know
how to cue up the CD?

Um, watching you.

♪ I just got the news today ♪

Dylan, you got two
beautiful girls after you.

I'd hardly call it "trapped."

They're forcing me
to pick between 'em, man.

You can call it
whatever you want.

Are you going shopping?

I call that trapped.

What?

♪ She's gone ♪

Let's go.

I got an idea.

Maybe the girls would go
for some sort of

- a timeshare agreement.
- Oh, man, this ain't funny.

Well, it's not exactly tragic
either, is it?

Yeah, but no, anyway, you look
at it, Brandon,

it's not a good situation.
You know me, man.

I don't respond well
to ultimatums.

[Wardlow] Isn't Mrs. Teasley's
so cute when she's mad?

Next time you feel like
almost getting expelled,

- leave me out.
- Hey, mellow out, man.

She wasn't gonna kick us out.

I know this may not mean
anything to you,

but I'm trying
to graduate, all right?

- So leave me alone!
- You're a role model.

You really are.
By the way, nice sweats.

It's good to see you're making
new friends in detention, Steve.

Wardlow has been in detention
since he was a freshman.

The guy gets his mail there.

I tell you,
I'm a first-time offender.

I'm in there with lifers.

When are you eligible
for parole?

Never, never.

Detention is
total Three Stooges.

I'm not gonna make it
to the end of the year.

Steve, I think you're
gonna make it, man.

You just got to take it
one day at a time.

You got to pace
yourself, you got to...

[Jim chuckles] No, no, no.

I'm sorry, I just can't put you
into that deal.

The rate of return
doesn't justify taking

that kind of risk.

Oh... Fine, fine.

Have your broker
send me a prospectus,

and I'll talk to you
in the morning.

The guy hires me
because he wants slow,

and steady approach, but it's
one get-rich-quick scheme

- after another.
- Well, I don't know, Dad.

Quick sounds like a good way
to get rich to me.

That's what everybody thought.

The whole country's waking up.

Brandon, the party's over.

So I guess now isn't a good time

to hit you up
for a new pair of skis, huh?

Boots?

- Poles?
- Brandon.

Hey, Dad, nobody told me
the party was over, okay?

It just doesn't sound
like Dylan,

sneaking around dodging you guys
like that.

Believe me, it's
not a pretty picture.

It's not like you two
to be so passive, either.

Yeah, well,
what else can we do, Mom?

You know, if it were up
to Dylan,

he would see Kelly on Mondays,
and he would see me on Tuesdays.

Well, maybe this
whole ultimatum thing

wasn't such a good idea.

Why are we giving
Dylan all the power?

Well, what happens
when he makes up his mind?

We don't know.

Hey.

You know, I was talking
to Joyce Maynard,

my tennis partner, and her other
doubles partner, well,

she has a son
who goes to Princeton.

Princeton?

And he has a friend,
also a Princeton man,

and they were looking

for a night on the town.

A double date kind of thing.

[clears throat]

[electric guitar playing
rock riff]

Okay, now, you have about
a minute left on this cut.

A minute.

Well, actually, 55 seconds.

Now, the moment this song stops,

you run that DJ intro
you were doing for me,

punch in the next cut,
and bam, you're out, okay?

Uh-huh.

Now, do you remember
which buttons to push?

Right here.

Okay, good.

Now, just relax
and pretend you're talking

to your best friend, okay?

Mm-hmm.

♪ If I dream of her tonight ♪

[clears throat]

Brenda, I've been thinking about
it, and I've never been

very good at double dating,

even when everybody
knows each other,

but a blind double date?
I don't think so.

Look, Kelly, they're
Ivy League from Princeton.

My dad said Woodrow
Wilson went there.

- F. Scott Fitzgerald.
- Didn't Brooke Shields go there?

My point exactly.

[David] I'd like to introduce
my temporary replacement.

Look out, Howard Stern,
here's Donna Martin.

[Donna]
Good morning, uh, West Beverly.

This is... Donna.

Donna...

um...

Call 911. She's dying.

Let's go.

Donna, you got to talk louder.

[feedback squeals]
This is Donna, ooh!

Donna coming to you from...

Where am I?

I can't do this, David!

Donna, forget about them, okay?

It's just the two of us in here.
Just forget about them.

Come on. Come on.

I'm coming to you from a room...

- [students laughing]
- ... which I'm sharing

with David Silver,

my very understanding coach.

Uh, he'll be on vacation
for a while,

doing the study thing, getting
ready for an early graduation.

And won't he look good this June
in his cap and gown.

Yes. Okay, well, uh, now
we're ready for...

Okay. Wow.

Where does the makeup go?

You know, you put it
on in the morning,

and an hour later, it's gone.

Across the country
there must be like

tons of cosmetics
just vanishing

in high schools without a trace.

Uh, where does it all go?

The answer to this and many
other puzzling questions

of the universe coming up.

- [funk music playing]
- Wow!

David, that was...
Wow, what a rush.

You're right, the trick
is to just talk to one person.

All you were supposed
to do was give the intro

and cue up the next song.

No one wants to hear
about makeup.

What do you mean?

Well, am I fired?

- No.
- Did I do good?

You'll get better.

♪ It's Friday night ♪

[clucking]

[girl] Oh, my God!

Get out of there.

Wardlow!

Where are you?!

I know you're here.
Come out, you weasel!

Hey, now, who can forget about

the Hartley House
"Chicken and the Egg" episode?

Oh, you're hysterical.

Or was it
"The Egg and the Chicken"?

You want to pick on me,
you give it your best shot,

but keep your sorry ass
away from my car.

This is my car! My Vette!
Look at it!

Yeah, you're right Sanders.

Your car didn't do
anything to me.

- I never did anything to you.
*Hey, it's all right, man.

They were only in there
a couple of minutes.

Come on, I've got some
rags in my trunk.

Nitrous oxide?

That stuff rots your brains.

I don't breathe it...

- ...my engine does.
- My God.

[Wardlow] Yanko carb conversion,
headers, full race cam.

[Steve]
That's more than my Vette.

I bet you can't even
change your oil.

Change the oil? Aren't you
supposed to toss the car

when the oil's dirty?

[chuckles]

Yeah, you're all right, Sanders.

When do I get
to drive this thing?

[chuckles]

Nobody drives my car.

Nobody.

How fast is this thing?

Can I trust you?

You already have.

I know which car is yours now.

What are you doing
later on today?

Why don't you tell me?

All right, Industrial Avenue.
We're here.

Now, will you tell me
why we're here?

For you, Brandon;
I know you love cars.

Sanders!

I thought you said this guy
was public enemy number one?

He is.

Hey, I didn't think you
were going to show up, man.

This place wasn't easy to find.
Joe Wardlow, Brandon Walsh.

- Yeah, we met in the hall.
- Yeah.

Sanders, think you can
lend me a hundred bucks?

[Steve] I don't think I can lend
you a hundred bucks, Wardlow.

You don't invite somebody
somewhere and then hit 'em up

for a hundred bucks.

You are racing for money here?

Come on, Steve, man.

My guy crapped out, man.

I just need a hundred bucks,
I got the other half.

Look, loan me the money.
I'll pay you back, I swear.

Come on, this guy is
a total loser.

- Man, I'll wear him out.
- I'm in for $40.

- You want to lose your paycheck?
- No, bro, I want to double it.

But this will be worth it
in entertainment value alone.

Steve, if you don't want
to do this that's fine,

but it sounds like a sure thing.

No, it sounds like a Joe thing.

Come on, Steve.

Steve, come on.

Do it, do it, do it, do it.

Why not?

Here, Wardlow.

You guys work it out, man.

We got a race!

Here, man, here's the rest.

I'm in for $40, right? I'm in.

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[engine revving]

[woman] Let's go!

Come on, baby, come on, baby.

Man!

He won.

- Cha-ching!
- Cha-ching!

[laughs]

[Wardlow cackles]

200 bucks, man. Cops get here
quick. I'll see you in prison.

Do you know how long it would
take me to make this much money

- at the Peach Pit?
- Don't tell me.

It'll depress me.

- This is unreal!
- When's the next race?

- I have no idea.
- When you find out, you tell me,

'cause this is me.

♪ When I'm with you,
I'm a proud guy ♪

♪ Baby, I guess I need you
all the time... ♪

How long is this going
to go on, with Dylan

on one side of the room
and you two on the other?

Oh, is Dylan here?

Bren, do you still, uh, think

that Princeton double-
date thing is open?

I know it is.

Let's go for it.

- Hi, guys.
- Congratulations, Donna.

- Thank you.
- It's time we heard the sound of

a girl's voice on the airwaves.

Not that I don't
like David's, but...

Oh, speaking of David, I
was supposed to tell you

that he might... drop by.

- Donna.
- I thought you had to study.

Well, I do, but I have a few
ideas for the show tomorrow.

David, I'll be okay.

Well, that's fine, let's
just go over the playlist.

Excuse us. It's business.

We're out of here
too, Andrea, see ya.

- All right, bye.
- Bye.

Do you know what nitrous does?

Listen, this guy's a scammer.

- Incredible.
- Amazing.

All right, what can
I get for you, chief?

I'll have an iced tea.

Oh, she's hot for me?

What are Dylan
and Steve plotting?

I'm sworn to secrecy.

Steve, I'm telling you,
Wardlow's a scammer.

I think I'd know
if something was up.

Does this sound familiar to you?

Joe discovers that you're
both interested in cars.

Not really so hard for Joe,
because you drive a ZR-1.

He takes you to a race.
Next thing you know,

he asks you to stake him.

He did say
he was a little short.

Right, now, Steve,
I know you won.

But the next time,
stakes are gonna be higher,

you are not gonna be so lucky.

You mean they fix the races?

Oh, come on, you were there.

How honest does that look?

Well, we did all right.

Maybe we should back out.

And mess with
my retirement plan?

Gentlemen, there has to be
another way to get around this.

Uh, what's this about a race?

Uh, it's no big thing.

The nearest legal drag strip
is about 90 miles away,

so some guys just run
their cars on the street.

And you're involved in this?

Even though you know I was
nearly killed by some moron

who thought that Benton Avenue
was a racetrack?

I didn't want you to hear
about this, Andrea.

[Andrea] Yeah, because you know
you shouldn't be doing it.

You guys, I've been in physical

and hypnotherapy
for the past two months now

because of that jerk.

Hypnotherapy? What is that,
some guy with a beard

waves a watch across your face

tells you to bark like a dog?

Look, it's serious, okay, Steve?

- I'm sorry.
- I mean, maybe soon

I can sleep two nights in a row

without waking up
in a cold sweat.

I didn't know
it was that serious.

I can't believe
you guys are doing this.

Joe will probably hit
you up tomorrow.

How many more reasons
do you need to say no?

♪ Where you want to go ♪

♪ You can go now ♪

Morning, Steve.

Brownie?

Just kidding.

How'd you like the race?

It was pretty cool.

That was run in first gear

compared to what
I've lined up now, man.

This is the race, Sanders.

Mega fast, mega bucks.

But like yesterday,
I will prevail.

If I back you, right?

You ready for the majors?

Go to the bank, Wardlow.

I thought I found a friend.

No. You thought
you found a sucker.

No big deal.

I'll find someone else.

[Donna]
Well, all right, West Beverly.

Okay, so I was blitz-shopping
Melrose yesterday

and I saw Jockey for her,

Calvin Klein for her,
BVD for her.

Now, I don't get it.
I mean, I don't see them

making Maidenform for him.

I'm a little confused.
Is anyone out there confused?

Donna, that wasn't the routine
we rehearsed yesterday.

I know, but I didn't think
of it until just now.

Well, this song isn't
even on the playlist.

Yeah, but you have to
admit it does fit.

It's okay.

Look, David, everything is fine.

The second this cut is done,
I'll get back to your playlist.

Okay. I'm sorry.

So when do you want to go
over the show for tomorrow?

So they'll pick us up tonight
at my house at 8:00.

- What do they look like?
- I don't know.

I just talked to one of them.

What did he sound like?

Very handsome. Very Princeton.

It'll be a blast.

God, I haven't had
a date yet this year.

Yeah, and if it were
up to Dylan,

you'd still be saying
that on prom night...

both of us would.

Well, I'm ready.

Lately, between you and me,

I've been thinking of how lucky
Donna is to have David.

You know, David, we could be
going out tonight as planned

if you'd been studying all week
instead of leaning over

my shoulder in the DJ booth.

It's just until
you get the hang of it.

David, I've got the hang of it.

You're the only one who thinks
I'm doing everything wrong.

No one wants to hear a show

about makeup and underwear, right?

- I do.
- Me, too.

Underwear more than makeup.

Oh, makeup more than underwear.

Well, maybe you're right.

David, I was just doing
this to help you out.

Well, thank you.

Look, I got to go study.

So, you guys up
for a movie tonight?

Sorry, Don, we've got plans.

Oh, well, do your plans
have a friend by chance?

Maybe racing cars isn't exactly

the kind
of extracurricular activity

you can put
on a college application,

but it's something, Steve.

Joe works hard at it.

I think it's time we spoke

- about Joe's character flaws.
- Granted,

but I wish you could've
heard him talk about this race.

It's like if he wins this thing,

he'll be the heavyweight
champion of the world.

It's a big competition. I really
don't think he's gonna throw it.

But if you don't want to back
him, that's fine.

But if you do, I'm in for $200.

How much does he want?

- 1,500 bucks.
- No, really.

- [chuckles] Really, 1,500 bucks.
- 1,500 bucks?

So, you put in a couple
and I put up the rest, huh?

- If we win, it's three grand.
- [Dylan] Or zero

if Joe takes a dive.

Dylan, if you don't want in,
that's fine.

No one's twisting your arm.

So, who's he running anyway?

- This guy Frank Padilla.
- Oh, Padilla?

- You know him?
- Yeah, I know him.

About 30, drug dealer,
done a little time.

You guys obviously
don't know the crowd

that hangs at these things, man;
I used to run cars

with these guys; the whole thing
isn't worth three grand.

It's not about money.

What's it about?

It's about winning.

It's about winning money.

Fine. It's about money

because if I had the money
to back him,

we wouldn't be standing here

- having this conversation.
- Dylan, it's no big deal.

Hey, you guys want to go play
teen outlaw, be my guest.

Just don't say
I didn't warn you.

[insects chirping]

Oh, I cannot believe
I'm actually nervous.

What if we run out
of things to talk about?

Talk about Princeton--
pretend you applied.

In other words, talk about them?

It always seems to work.

[doorbell rings]

Oh, I hope they're
not too preppy.

I don't know.
Right now we could both use

a little dose of Ivy League
cachet. Let's go.

Uh, this is Wayne,
and this is Adam.

This is Brenda and Kelly.

Oh, wow.

Thank you, God.

You guys don't really go
to Princeton, do you?

Yeah. Yeah, we do.

We go to
the Princeton School in Encino.

Yeah. "Making Boys into Men."

Brenda...

Uh... see, we thought
that you were college guys.

Oh. Okay.

Well, we don't have to go out
if you don't want to.

[Cindy] No, no.

Of course you're going out.

We are gonna have so much fun.

I can just feel it.
[clears throat]

After everything we went
through, this guy better show.

Padilla will show.
He loves the combat.

Yeah, tell me again.

[engine revving]

That's Frank Padilla?

No.

That's Frank Padilla.

[girls laughing]

You're gonna race that?

Must be my birthday.

If that one tells another blonde
joke, I'm gonna kill him.

Kelly.

Oh, boy, I am really glad
we got all dressed up for this.

And I think your single strand
of pearls was a nice choice.

Understated.

Just like Total Carnage.

Okay, Bren, it's time
to cut our losses here.

Kelly, we cannot
ditch these guys.

My mom plays tennis
with their moms.

If you can't say no to this...

Whatever happened
to setting limits?

You know?

- Okay.
- Thank you.

[grunts]

Hello? Hello there?

Shh! We're on level ten.
That's the highest.

Ooh!

Look, the truth is,
I am really sick.

Both of us are.

Oh, great, just show off
for the girls.

- Ah...
- Oh!

- Level 11!
- Oh, level 11!

- Yeah!
- [laughs]

Wait-wait-wait, I...
I thought you said

there were only ten levels.

We're going where
no man's gone before.

Who's to say there isn't a level
111, or a million and 11?

We're gonna die here, Brenda.

I don't mean to brag,

but I was the reigning
Cosmo Gang champion

of Wayzata in '85 through '87.

That is nothing to
brag about, Bren.

That was the Midwest.

Everybody knows
the action was in Westwood,

and I was the kid to beat.

At first I thought $1,500
was a little crazy, but...

well, actually, I still think
it is a little crazy.

I think Joe's
got a shot, though.

Bran.

Hello? McFly?

You know, Andrea said
she remembered

one thing about the car
that hit her.

Stars.

Stars?

This isn't more of that
hypnotherapy business?

[Steve] Oh, my God.

- You think this is the car?
- Great. No plates.

How many cars have
stars hanging from the mirror?

It's not just that--
Andrea always said

it was a silver muscle car
that hit her.

"Muscle car" doesn't even
describe this monster.

And a machine driven by a guy
who didn't even stop to check

- to see if she was alive.
- We got to do something.

[chuckles] Steve, we're in
way over our heads, man.

Bran, you get the cops.
I'll stall 'em here somehow.

- It'll take half an hour.
- Just go. I'll manage.

What am I gonna tell the police?

[arguing]

Just go. I'll handle it somehow.

[starts engine]

I want to see this car.

[groans]

Steve, we just did.

I didn't.

Deep pockets gets three minutes,
and that's it.

Steve!

Here you go.

[clicking]

[ringing]

- What's that geek's name?
- Uh, Wayne.

No, the other geek that went
where no geek has gone before.

- Adam.
- Yeah, take that, Adam.

Let's not forget about Wayne.

Oh!

[both giggling]

Hmm.

- All right, after you, man.
- Cool.

You know,
it's a really good sign

that you want a memento
of our double date from hell.

Well, without some proof
I'd probably start to wonder

if it ever really happened.

Whoa.

- [giggles]
- [screams]

[both laughing]

[gasps]

Now what are you doing, man?

Just checking the radiator.

The race lasts 12 seconds, man.

There's nothing
going to overheat.

This car doesn't
have an air filter.

Well, there's not
supposed to be one.

Hey, man, you're
making me look bad.

You don't need me
to make you look bad, Wardlow.

You know, it wasn't exactly easy

to get in touch with this guy
and he's about to bail.

Is that what you want?

All right, I'll tell you what.

If I'm staking this race,
I'm driving.

The ride's not for sale, man.

I told you nobody drives my car.

All right, but I have all night.

Look, man, I can beat him.
You can't.

Yeah, but will you?
That's the question.

You don't trust me?
We're back to that?

You know, where's Walsh?

He took one look at Padilla
and split.

You don't screw
with these guys, man.

Don't set me up.

How we doing, children?

We got a little problem here.

You promised me a race.

Now, whatever you have
to do with this clown

to make it happen,
you make it happen.

That was real smooth, man.

Now he's pissed.

Then let me drive.

You're a one-man psycho ward,
you know that?

Here. I'm trusting you, man,
and I don't trust anybody.

Hey, this seat taken?

No. Please, join me.

Thank you.

You know, I could
really use some advice

about me and David

and this, this whole radio show.

Yeah.

Well, see, I, I didn't
think it would be fun,

but it really is,
and I'm doing great.

At least,
I think I'm doing great.

And David does, too.
I think he does.

I mean, I can't tell by
the way he's been acting,

but...

Dylan?

- You're not listening to me.
What?

Oh... You know, now I
can understand why Kelly

and Brenda get so
frustrated with you.

Sorry, Donna, I just got
a little distracted.

What is it?

Dylan, I asked if I could
join you, and you said yes.

If you didn't mean it...

It's Brandon and Steve, okay?

I'm a little worried. They went
to this race with this punk

and I'm afraid
they're gonna get taken.

Or beaten up. Or worse.

What are you doing here then?

Cool!

All right, Sanders.

Look, we've got better
rubber than him,

but he's got us on inches.

You gotta beat him off the line.

Now, I'll be starting the race,

so when I point to you,

you bring up
the revs up to here.

Now look, when
I bring my hand down,

you hammer that gas,
but don't you look back, okay?

Good luck.
He'll be calling the race.

[engine stops]

What?! What now? What is this?

What's with the stalling,
chicken man?

What's with your girlfriend
calling the race?!

Hey, look, man.
I have had it with you.

Obviously, you don't
want to race.

Then how about this?
You and me, no stalling.

No crap. No talk. No nothing.
Just you and me.

Your car there. My car there.

We drive straight
at each other. Bam!

The first one that
swerves is a chicken.

You think you got
the guts for that?

Huh?

Then Colonel Sanders,
the chicken man,

you don't say another word.

I hope when I'm your age,
I'm still living in the '50s.

[spectators laughing]

- Hey!
- Where'd you get your car?

From your mommy, big shot, huh?

I bet you get your money
from her, too. You know

how she gets it, don't you?

- Don't you?
- Not by stealing races.

No, no, no, no, no.

She is too old for that.

I mean, how many slimy producers

did Mommie Dearest do for
Little Stevie's wheels?

You a chicken? A chicken?

You and me, man. You and me.

Hey, Steve, what are
you doing this for?

Don't worry,
I'm not using your car.

Look, you got nothing
to prove to this guy.

Maybe I do, all right?!

Look, just get in your
car and drive away, man!

So jerks like Padilla and you
can take cheap shots at my mom,

- who's protected me all my life?
- We all have to...

We don't all anything, okay?

She adopted me, she loved me

when no one else on
this entire planet did.

Can't believe the rich girl
from Beverly Hills

was such a dead bang shot.

Well, I can't believe the
little girl from Minnesota

held her own in the big city.

Now, tell me again,
how did we get here?

[chuckles] It's hazy,
but I think we can trace it

back to your mother.

Mmm, and from there
back to Dylan.

I said the "D" word.

I think we made a big
mistake, Brenda.

What?

Giving Dylan the power to choose

which one of us
he wants to go out with?

Or going on this
blind double date?

What if we both lose him?

Well, I'm sure we can always
get pip-squeak and pip-squeak

to take us here
every Friday night.

Yes, but we have to promise
not to let these guys

come between us.

Never let any guy
come between us.

By the way,

I think Adam likes you.

Stop it.

Here you go, ladies.

I'll bet you're starved.

All right, chili cheese nachos?

- Those are mine.
- Here you go.

Thank you.

And, uh, cheese steak sandwich.

Chili fries, Chili Frito burrito

- and two mineral waters.
- Those would be ours.

I guess you guys aren't
very hungry, huh?

Hey, yeah, you know
we were wondering something.

Go ahead. Ask 'em.

- Me?
- Yeah.

Fire away. We can handle it.

Well, we were just wondering

why two girls
as cool as yourselves

don't have boyfriends?

[engine revving]

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

What are you doing?!

- Hey! McKay? Is that you?
- Yeah, it's me.

It is none of your business!

I think it is.

- Hey, just butt out!
- It's over, man.

Why is it over?

Because the prince of Bel Air
says it's over?

Yeah, because I said so.

[sirens blaring]

You set me up, you crud!

I heard there was a big
race, man. Am I late?

Dylan...

Hey, man, I know.

I know, buddy. It's all right.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa. Oh, oh, oh.

All right, guys?

Are you sure that's the guy?

I've never been more sure
of anything in my whole life.

Whatever this mysterious
adventure was,

it sure seems
to work up the appetite.

You should do this every day.

I can only speak for myself,

but as far as I'm concerned, no.

No, thank you, absolutely not.

- Steve, I'm shocked.
- So am I.

Where's your sense
of adventure, man?

Exactly.

I wish you guys

could have seen the cops' faces
when I mentioned

the name Frank Padilla.

Not big fans of his early work.

I was thrilled to see them
haul him off to jail.

You think
you were thrilled, huh?

- Did they read him his rights?
- Andrea.

I want to make sure it was 100%

by the book.

I want to nail that guy.

Yeah, you guys are all pretty
lucky to have each other.

Yeah, we are.

[bell over door rings]

Wayne, Adam, Brandon.

Dylan, Andrea, Steve

and...

Joe.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Hey.
- Hi.

So, uh, you guys
are the double date

from Princeton, right?

You must be child prodigies.

The Princeton School.

"Making Boys into Men."

[clears throat]

So, boys...

[Dylan clears throat]

Guys.

How did the, uh, date go?

Well...

Brenda is remarkable.

Oh, yeah, and...

Kelly, Kelly's a goddess.

[giggling]

Yep.

I know what you mean.

[both giggling]

[Donna over PA]
Yo, yo, West Beverly.

This is Donna-Donna
pumping ten trillion watts

of mondo music madness.

I've always wanted to do that
on the air,

and now that I have...

I guess
what I'm trying to say is

it's been fun,

but I'm sure
you've all missed David.

You have no idea
how much I have.

Anyway, this might be slow
for first thing Monday morning,

but first things first.

Anyway, I chose it.

It's all yours again.

Look, Donna, I got a lot of
work done over the weekend,

and I kind of got
my head cleared up.

And I really don't want
you to give it up.

David, I tried.

I mean I really, really tried.

And you were totally great.

And I'm totally not.

You know, I only
wanted to help you.

I know and you did.

I knew you could do the show,
but it's like you swept in here

and you became two people.

Thanks.

I think.

So what do you say?

We would become like one
of those drive-time teams.

You know, Mark and Brian.

Donna and David,
comin' at you, goin' strong.

Okay... except one thing.

David and Donna,
comin' at you, goin' strong.

[David] Well, here we are,
West Beverly,

David and Donna,
living proof that two are

definitely better than one.

[Donna] The thing I don't
quite get is how...

♪ When those golden slumbers
cannot carry you away ♪

♪ The simple things
you cherish ♪

♪ No longer feel the same ♪

♪ If we could put together ♪

♪ All the things
we hold so dear ♪

♪ I think we see that really,
there is nothing much to fear ♪

♪ Come on and let me
take you away from here ♪

♪ Anytime you're lonely,
just know that I am here ♪

♪ Let me take you
away from here ♪

♪ Soon we'll be together ♪

♪ So wipe away the tears ♪

♪ And know
that you are stronger... ♪