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♪ There's a time for love And a time for livin' ♪

♪ Take a chance And face the wind ♪

♪ An open road and A road that's hidden ♪

♪ A brand-new life Around the bend ♪

♪ There were times ♪

♪ I lost a dream or two ♪

♪ Found the trail ♪

♪ And at the end was you ♪

♪ There's a path you take And a path not taken ♪

♪ The choice is Up to you, my friend ♪

♪ Nights are long But you might awaken ♪

♪ To a brand-new life ♪

♪ Brand-new life ♪

♪ A brand-new life Around the bend ♪

[CALCULATOR BEEPS]

Hey, Mon, I'm doing my taxes.

You're just in time for the exciting climax.

Oh.

Here goes, Mona.

[CALCULATOR BEEPS]

That was good.

I'll say.

Hey, Mon, I'm getting a refund of $8600!

What a great country!

Oh, wait a minute.

No, make that $860.

Well, it's still a good country, huh?

Let's see...

Hi. Anything I can help with around the house?

What did you buy?

Just some new boots.

They're from an Italian cow.

How much?

Less than you think.

How much? They were on sale.

How much? $90.

How much?

Where did you get them?

Who cares where?

How did you buy them?

I used the credit card you gave me.

Sam, that credit card was for emergencies only.

It was the last pair they had!

There was tugging and pulling and biting.

You did the only thing you could, dear.

I'd love to buy you boots,

but it's not in the budget.

You can take it out of my allowance.

That's what you always say.

You said that about that sting concert ticket,

the headphones, and the ski trip.

I'm in so deep, what's one more?

I live within a budget.

You live within a budget.

Everybody does, except the government.

And me.

And what kind of role model are you?

One any shallow, materialistic person

would be glad to look up to.

It's different from when you were young.

The costs of a teenager have risen since the '50s.

The '60s, Samantha.

Whatever-- When people liked Wayne Newton.

Now look, Sam,

someday you'll be on your own,

making your own money.

Then you can spend it however you want.

Until then, you've got to live within your means.

Your means are my means.

You know what that means?

No boots?

No boots.

Okay, I'll take them back.

I'm going to make some other size 6 very happy.

You're going to buy them for her, aren't you?

I am not one of those indulgent fathers!

I'm going to raise her allowance.

Hey, after all,

I am getting 860 bucks back, right?

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Make that $8.60.

Hello, I'm calling about the usher job.

How much does it pay?

Oh.

Well, what exactly does an usher do?

I have to stop kids from theater-hopping.

Even my friends?

Hello?

Hey, Mom, what are you doing?

Casting models for an ad.

I'd give her a 7.

Whoa! Make that a 10!

What's her name?

Tawni, with an "I."

I'm in love.

Jonathan, don't you have a lizard to feed?

I'm tired of cold-blooded creatures.

Ooh, that one's a real dog!

Jonathan!

That is a sexist and demeaning way

to talk about women.

Ooh, woof woof.

What's the account?

Summit Sporting Goods.

We're doing some print ads.

How much do these girls make?

About 125 an hour.

Dollars?

Yes.

That's 1 1/2 pairs of boots an hour.

Could I be a model?

Sure, she could, if she wore a ski mask.

Why don't I leave?

What do you think?

Is this something I could do?

Now that you mention it,

your father and I discussed this before.

You did?

Yes, and we decided modeling wasn't a great idea.

We?

Well, more he than me.

What do you think?

Well...

personally, I don't see any harm in it,

but he doesn't want you involved

in that high-pressure, fast-paced world.

He thinks modeling means money, men, and wild parties.

Yes, and there are disadvantages too.

In fact, Mother, there are.

Models can be over the hill at 19.

Who's talking about a career?

Just a one-time thing.

I think it's a wonderful idea.

Angela, listen to your mother.

It would be great to work together,

but you know your father.

Yes, and I know you.

You're a high-powered ad exec.

You sell things for a living.

Sell him.

Sell him!

♪ This old town ♪

♪ Everybody's trying To put me down ♪

♪ I'm a face... ♪

What?

Angela has something to sell you--

I mean, tell you.

Hit it, Angela.

I don't think it would be so terrible

if Sam did some modeling.

What?

I explained your feelings.

She understands your concerns.

Perfectly.

There's nothing to worry about.

She'll be modeling sports equipment.

She'll be covered, parkas up to here.

What more do you want?

I could make my own money.

Please! Please!

Come on, Tony.

Last time--

Whoa!

I'll have to think about it.

He'll think about it.

That means you got it.

It means...

I'll think about it.

Of course.

It's okay. We're not rushing you.

You got it! You got it!

[♪♪]

Hey, Angela...

Angela, look, I know we talked about this before, but--

And I don't want to seem overprotective,

but now that I'm here, I'm not so sure

about Sam doing this.

Angela, are you listening to me?

Oh, of course.

I need more snow over there.

Angela-- Tony.

Look around. It's wholesome,

filled with perfectly wholesome young people.

Yeah.

Some more perfect than others.

Yeah, well...

You know, she looks familiar.

Oh, I know.

Jonathan put her picture next to his bed.

No, my picture is next to his bed.

Not anymore.

Are you sure?

Oh, yeah, yeah. I dusted her.

Hey, Angela, you want to take a look at this?

It's hell being indispensible.

Angela, I'm not done yet.

What do you think?

Wow, Samantha!

Look at you.

Sam, I-- I think that's a little too much lip gloss.

Hang on a second.

Here. Okay, here. Come on.

Blot, like this.

Oh, that's much better, much better.

Hey! Ha!

Did I thank you?

Oh, about 360 times,

but don't let that stop you.

Thank you. All right.

Oh, you look fabulous.

You ready to face the cameras?

Don't pressure her. Don't pressure her.

If you're having second thoughts,

walk out that door, okay?

I'm okay.

I can do this.

See? A little nervous gets the adrenalin pumping.

It's pumping.

Good.

Let's get moving.

We'll start with the group shots.

Tony...excuse me.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Okay, kids.

Have fun up there.

Big smiles, big smiles.

Good. Good.

Good. Good. [CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK]

Sam, not such a big smile.

Lay off. She's just a kid.

That's it. That's it.

Good. Good.

Better.

Let's see a little action.

Do an overhead smash.

Great. Great.

Okay, let's see the golf swing.

Terrific!

Schuss, Sam. Schuss.

I love it!

Steve, move a little closer to Sam.

Closer. Closer.

Closer...

That's close enough!

How do you expect her to schuss?

All right, where were we?

Sharon, let's see your backhand.

Nice. Very nice.

Steve, put your arm around Sam.

Angela, can we talk?

What is it?

Don't you see what's happening?

Yes. We're trying to work.

A skier and a golfer touching--

It's all wrong.

They're not contact sports.

Steve, if you--

Tony...sit.

What? Sit.

Sit? Or wait outside.

I'm sitting.

Okay, let's get back to work.

Sharon, a little more action, more life--

A little more...

more like Samantha.

Good.

Yeah, I like it.

Hey, buddy, we're cleaning up.

Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry.

Mark, how did I do?

I really want to know.

You were...terrific.

I knew it.

It felt so right.

I'd love doing it again.

No problem.

I'll give you a call.

Great.

So, what was that all about?

Mark thinks I'm good.

Good? You're a natural.

She could get a lot of work...

if you stay home.

I'm obviously a creative threat to that guy.

Payday!

This is so much fun,

I can't believe I get paid too.

Whoa!

Dad, look. Look, I'm rich.

Come on, Sam.

You're not rich.

But you are incredibly comfortable.

I think I've found my after-school job.

Now hold on, Sam.

I thought we agreed this was a onetime thing.

How about a few more?

It will turn into an all-the-time thing.

You'll miss school,

you'll wear gook on your face,

you'll date bicoastal rock stars.

Give me some credit.

All right, Sam.

Look, to tell you the truth--

For me, I don't like the business.

The fast buck, the fast life,

you know.

It's a glamour trap, Sam.

But if you think you know better,

and you're willing to do this

regardless of my advice,

I won't stop you.

Thank you.

I forgot to give Mark my phone number.

Hey, Mark, wait up!

Wasn't this a nice day?

Everything went so well, and Sam's so happy.

Yeah, and it's all your fault!

See the paperboy yet?

JONATHAN: No!

Paper here yet? No.

Then why did I get up so early?

Because, Mother, you have a job.

No, that couldn't be it.

I can't wait to see my ad.

JONATHAN: The paper's coming!

[PAPER THUDS] Ow!

The paper's here.

Let me see it!

Wait! I want...

Look! Look! Here it is!

I don't see you.

I'm right there. I'm schussing.

I told you you looked beautiful.

Yeah, you're a knockout.

Forget you. Look at Tawni.

Now there's a man's woman.

Hey, hey, hey! What's all the commotion?

Dad, look. Look!

I'm famous!

Oh, Sam, wow, you make a beautiful snow bunny.

Doesn't she?

We'd better get ready for work.

I'm going back to bed.

You're fired.

I don't care.

Gee, Sam...

let's cut that out and save it

so you can show your grandkids you modeled once.

I'll model again.

You heard Mark.

I'll get lots of jobs.

Look, it's been a whole week,

and your photographer has yet to call.

Hey, look, this business,

it's fraught with disappointment and heartache.

Dad, he'll call.

Well, maybe he will, but until he does,

I was thinking,

it costs more today to be a teenager

than back in the '60s.

And I was thinking maybe I could swing

a little...raise in your allowance.

What do you say?

Wow! A raise in my allowance?

Five bucks a week, retroactive for a month.

Oh, Dad, that's so sweet.

Thank you.

I still don't understand why Mark hasn't called.

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh what?

Mark called last night.

He wants you at the studio 4:00 Saturday.

All right! I knew it!

You are dead meat!

I've got to go call Mark.

Dad, you can keep this.

Isn't this great?

I won't be needing it now.

I could use it.

Hello. This is Jonathan Bower of the Bower Agency.

We'd like to meet with one of your models--

Tawni, with an "I."

Talking to one of your little friends?

Uh-huh. Good.

Invite him over so you two can play together.

Hello?

I brought some daffodils to cheer you up.

I don't need it.

I'm fine.

Ow!

Did you ever think maybe you're blue

because Sam's at a modeling job?

Angela, it's not the modeling.

It's just that a kid Sam's age

can't handle all that money.

She won't get carried away.

Her feet are firmly planted on the ground.

Major shopping spree!

What do you mean, shopping?

I thought you had to work.

I did. It was great.

Then we hit the old retail trail.

What a feeling to walk through Bloomingdale's

and be able to buy anything you want.

It's happening.

See what I got--

Little somethings for the people I love.

Angela, for you, your favorite perfume.

Obsession!

We wanted to get Passion, but, uh...

who are we kidding, hmm?

Uh...Sam, I got to go.

Thanks for the bath beads.

I will share them with somebody I love.

And, Dad, for you,

remember that sweater you liked

you said you'd buy someday

if it was ever on sale?

It was on sale?

Who needs a sale?

Now, so you don't think I'm totally generous,

I bought a little something for the working girl.

Get a load of these.

Oh, wow.

Gee.

$300?

That's more than I paid for my van,

and they threw in a dashboard hula girl!

This is the finest leather money can buy.

Maybe your money shouldn't be buying things like that.

I think all this stuff's got to go back.

Why?

Because I said so.

You said when I make my own money,

I could spend it the way I want.

This is the way I want.

TONY: Okay, working girl.

How long you think this money's gonna last?

There's plenty more where this came from.

I got an interview with this agent, Fran Fiedler.

Fran Fiedler.

Sounds like some sleazy 10 percenter,

a person who lives off the sweat of others,

a human leech.

Actually, Tony, she's a lovely person.

And obviously a master of deception.

And very reputable.

She handles six of the top 10 cover girls.

Oh, only six?

See, Dad? You have nothing to worry about.

Ciao.

"Ciao"?

She's getting a little carried away.

A little carried away?

Three Christmases, and I still couldn't afford those boots.

That's it. What's it?

What's really bothering you.

Angela, you're not going to analyze this, are you?

You can't deny your feelings.

You are.

Look, I'm going to darn.

When you get my life figured out, let me know.

Tony, don't you see?

What's really bothering you

is that with all this money comes independence,

and you're afraid Sam won't need you anymore.

I can handle my daughter's financial independence.

I just didn't think it would happen at 15.

Okay.

[SIGHS]

Now what do I do?

Just what you've been doing.

Freaking out?

No.

You've done a wonderful job

raising that little girl.

So you just trust that.

She may shake you up once in a while,

but she'll do the right thing.

You hang in there, and keep your equilibrium.

Thank you, Angela.

Can I get that over the counter?

Ow!

Mona!

Don't you see I'm eavesdropping?

Oh. Something juicy, or is it Angela?

It's Sam.

She's talking to that Fran Fiedler she went to see.

Are they representing her?

I don't know. That's why I'm eavesdropping.

Move over.

Can't hear anything.

I didn't say it worked.

I think she hung up.

Hi.

Oh, hi, honey. What's new?

I was talking with Fran Fiedler.

Oh, Fran. Lovely woman, that Fran.

What did she have to say?

She said I had lots of good qualities.

MONA: I could have told you that.

There was nothing worth eavesdropping--

So, uh...

why don't you tell me about the good qualities?

She said I had striking features,

good bone structure, and well-placed eyes.

Well, where else would you put them?

She said I had the kind of charisma

that they look for.

Well, that's wonderful, sweetheart.

She also said

that I had limited potential,

I'm not tall enough, and...

I'm not special enough.

And maybe she's right.

What? No way.

Are you kidding me? You're plenty special enough.

You're plenty tall enough.

You've got potential coming out of your ears.

Actually, Dad, that's another problem.

She said I could never do earring work.

My lobes are uneven.

That does it!

Fran Fiedler wouldn't know a good lobe

if it hit her in the...

Dad, Fran is a professional.

There are other professionals.

If this is something you want, go for it.

Fran Fiedler can't knock you out of the batter's box.

Dad, this isn't baseball.

Everything's baseball.

The only way to win is to stay in there.

I'm not sure I want to play anymore.

You...you don't?

Who needs the pressure?

I mean, I'm only 15.

That's true.

I don't need a career.

That's true.

And I'm not hurting for money,

especially if I'm still eligible

for that 5-bucks-a-week bump?

You got it.

You are a rock.

I mean, I go through all the crazies,

and nothing ever seems to phase you.

How do you do it?

Equilibrium.

[SIGHS]

Hey, Angela, tell me honestly.

What do you think of my lobes?

Uh...

I think they're...

uneven, but rakish.

Rakish, huh?

I got rakish lobes, huh?

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Rake over here. [LAUGHS]

Jonathan Bower?

Tawni, what are you doing here?

Oh...

I bet I know.

Jonathan, someone here to see you.

Tawni!

[♪♪]