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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 ♪

Hi, Tony.

Oh. Hi, Jon. Hey, just the guy I wanted to see.

Remember when we used to play acrobat?

Let's do that again.

Why?

Just for old time's sake. What do you say? Come on!

Alley-oop!

Okay.

Here comes the amazing Flying Bower.

Whoa! Oh!

I for-- I forgot how much fun that is.

Yeah, yeah. Good. Now get to work.

Boy, there's a price for everything.

[ANGELA SCREAMS]

Angela! Tony!

Going down!

Whoa, that was close! Get outta here.

Hey, wait a minute. What happened?

I'm going to Jesse's prom.

Doesn't that just give you chills?

Oh, yeah. I got goose bumps.

Come on. Wait a minute. I thought Jesse had to work Saturday night.

He did. But he realized how important it was to me,

and he traded shifts with the frozen food guy.

Look, we only got three days to get you a great dress.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. She's got the dress,

the one I bought her for cousin Gina's wedding.

Oh, Tony. People have seen her in that dress.

[GASPS]

It's such a simple concept.

Why can't men grasp it?

L-Let me lay this out for you, Tony.

Sam is a sophomore. Yeah.

She has been invited to a junior prom.

In the teenage vernacular, we're talking major.

Listen to her, Dad. This woman is in touch with the teen-scene.

And... And since it was my idea, let me have the honor of buying it.

Oh, no. No, no. No way, no way. Anybody's buying her a new dress, it's gonna be me.

Oh, Dad, but Angela has much better taste than you do.

And it would mean so much to me.

Please! Please!

All right. All right. But hey, hey, your wedding dress is on me.

We'll talk. Would you--

So when do we hit the mall?

The mall? Honey, this is a prom. Think elegant.

Think 72nd and Madison.

I know the perfect boutique.

Oh, Angela, you're the best.

[MUMBLES]

You're the best too, Dad.

And don't worry. I promise to be home by dawn.

Okay, sweetheart.

Dawn?

Dad, we'll be at the bowling alley.

Everybody stays out their prom night.

Well, I'll bet Angela didn't.

I'll bet she did.

No. You?

The-- The whole night?

What'd your mother say? Never mind.

Oh, Angela, look at this dress.

That's, uh, very nice.

Uh, let's see what else there is.

The perfect dress is here.

I can feel it in my credit card.

Let the hunt begin.

Wedding? Cotillion? Bar mitzvah?

Prom. It's our first.

Are we thinking something pink, blue--

Or black.

Oh, Angela, look at this.

Does this work or what?

It's a wonderful dress, honey, but not for a prom.

It is stunning. And it's our last one.

It was originally designed for Cornelia Guest,

but then Caroline Kennedy fell in love with it

until she found out Chastity Bono had one just like it.

Did you hear that, Angela?

Yes. That's very impressive,

but I think we're looking

for something a little more traditional.

Oh, of course.

Perhaps something along these lines.

Oh! Adorable!

Who wanted that, Martha Washington?

Actually Princess Stephanie had her eye on this.

Well, it is fit for a princess.

Sam, I think we've found our dress.

Oh, I don't know.

I was-- I was kinda looking for something different.

Well, honey, for your prom, you don't want different.

I don't?

She's right. Black is out.

And those bows...

See?

Well, maybe I should try it on.

Just think how great it will look with my pearls.

You're going to lend me your pearls?

Seven or eight millimeter?

Of course I want everything to be just right.

Nine.

Oh, well, in that case, let me show you the matching shoes.

They're Fergie's favorites.

You really think I can have it? Oh, I love it.

It's yours. I want you to be a standout at your prom.

Oh, Mom...

What a day!

Ah, I see MasterCard and Visa are back.

[LAUGHS] Just two girls

who ransacked the boutiques of the Upper East Side.

Tell your father what you got.

A dress.

Well, you can brag a little.

We got Princess Stephanie's dress.

We got Fergie's shoes.

And Liz Claiborne's pantyhose.

Oh-ho. Gee, I wonder what they're gonna wear.

[LAUGHS]

Well, Angela, I had a very nice day, thank you.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute, sweetheart.

What's wrong?

Are you still thinking about that black dress?

I really liked those bows.

Honey, I understand.

But trust me. I'm right about this one.

Tony, give us an honest opinion.

Mm? You tell us. Is this or is this not

the most stunning dress in all creation?

Uh-huh. Let me see here.

Uh-huh.

Well, w-where does the neckline come to?

Just below the neck.

I love it.

You really do?

Oh, yes, Sam. If I was there, this is the dress I would've picked out,

except with longer sleeves.

Oh, honey.

Honey, you're just having prom anxiety.

Yeah, Sam, we all get that.

Really? You did too?

No, but my date's parents did.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Hello, prom guy.

Get back. Hi, Sam.

Oh, wait, wait! Don't look! Don't look!

Mrs. Bower, what are you doing?

Oh, bad luck to see the prom dress

before the prom.

She's really into this.

Well, I can show you what I'm wearing, right? Yeah.

Oh, my, formal wear in a brown paper bag.

You are gonna love this.

What do you think?

Whoa, hot!

Yeah, man, t-that's 110 in the shade.

Ooh, ow!

Jesse, you're such a card,

as if you'd actually go to a prom

wearing something that looked like

it belonged to a funeral director.

Well, I am.

And it did.

Oh, hey, I like it.

And, hey, that explains that slight scent of formaldehyde, huh?

Yeah, I got it at the Salvation Army.

I like my money to go to a good cause.

The guy wanted three bucks.

But, you know, I insisted he take five.

Oh, I suppose for that kind of money he threw in the pants.

Oh, no, I'm wearing these jeans.

But I'll pick up the formal look

with my black high-tops.

Jesse, I-I don't mean to be decidedly unhip,

but I have some serious doubts about this ensemble.

Angela, can we confab in the kitchen, please?

Excuse us.

Mrs. Bower is nice,

but she has got some weird ideas about fashion.

I mean, I bet she wants you

to wear some fluffy pink thing.

Blue.

Now, Angela, I appreciate you taking Sam shopping,

but don't you think it'd be better

to let the kids express themselves in their own way?

Sounds like you're asking me to butt out?

If the butt fits.

Tony, do you-- do you understand what's happening here?

Yeah. It's the cycle of life.

An undertaker croaks so Jesse looks cool at his prom.

Sam has gone through a lot of trouble

to pick out the perfect outfit.

And now Jesse's imposing his will on her.

Men are always doing that.

Wait a minute. When did I ever impose my will on you?

The other night. When you made spaghetti. You wouldn't let me put ketchup on it.

But Angela, that's not imposing my will.

That's obeying laws of the universe.

Hey, uh, Tony, say I can have the keys to your van?

I'd really like to wash it for tonight.

You bet, pal. But hey, don't scrub too hard.

I don't wanna lose that last flake of paint.

Jesse, y-you won't be needing these.

Surprise! Surprise! I rented you a limo.

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Bower,

but that's not our style.

But, Jesse...

But, Angela...

Tony, I don't want Sam to be shortchanged.

Now, Sam, tell the truth, honey.

Wouldn't you love to go in a limo?

Well... Sam.

See? She would.

Angela, do we have to confab again?

Tony, remember our talk?

You see? It's happening again.

Jesse is imposing his will on Sam.

TONY: No, no. Angela, no, he's not.

And I want you to stop this now.

You're doing it to me.

Wha-- Call me crazy, but-- but I think Sam should have a perfect evening

with a perfect dress and perfect transportation.

It's their night. Let them do it their way.

But, Tony, you're not listening to me.

I want her to be in a limo. Mrs. Bower

Does anybody care what I want?

I want to forget about the dress,

the suit, the limo...

the prom.

I don't want to go.

You can't mean that.

I'm sorry, Jesse, but I don't feel like going out tonight.

Wait. Though I spent $5.00 on a tuxedo?

I take it you struck out.

I didn't even get up to bat.

Oh. I tried to apologize to her,

she wouldn't even let me in her room.

Although she was incredibly polite.

Incredibly polite?

Uh-oh, that's bad.

That's bad. All right, look,

you'd better let the master take over now,

because, look, Sam and I, we speak the same language.

Well, I guess it's back to Berlitz.

Well, I'm gonna go clear my head.

I'm taking a drive.

All right.

Wow, what a workout!

My endorphins are jumping for joy.

Oh, isn't life great?

Stuff it, Mother.

Why are her pants in a bunch?

Sam called off her prom

because Angela was bugging her so much.

She-- She was like a fairy godmother run amok.

Another Grimm fairy tale, huh?

Yeah, yeah, but you know, I have a theory.

You know Angela must have had such a fantastic prom

that she's determined that Sam has the same experience.

Hmm. Intriguing theory,

but dead wrong.

Do you really think our Angela went to a prom?

I knew it sounded strange,

but I didn't wanna say anything.

Well, it was a very humiliating experience for her,

and she swore me to absolute secrecy...

but what the hell.

Good, good. Tell, tell. I'm all ears.

So was her date.

Kenny Bigelow.

Ears? We are talking when the wind blew,

he went airborne.

But Angela was broad-minded

and a little hard up.

Anyway, she was all dressed

and ready to go to the prom

when Kenny called and said he was sick.

Ear-- Earache?

[LAUGHS]

The flu.

But that didn't stop Angela.

She was absolutely determined to go to that prom,

but then of course, when she got there, poor thing,

she couldn't bring herself to walk in alone.

So she stood outside

with her nose pressed to the window.

Aw. Yeah.

Well, actually, she was having a pretty good time

until she saw a couple of big ears jitterbug by.

Kenny Bigelow. Mmm.

Turns out he got a date with a cheerleader.

Aw, poor Angela.

Gee, that must've really hurt her.

I mean, this explains why she's been acting so weird.

Well, it explains this week.

Maybe-- Maybe it would help if I went upstairs

and told Sam about this.

Don't you dare. Angela would die

if she knew you knew.

You should have seen her when she caught me reading it

in her diary.

Mona.

Well, I was worried about her social development.

She didn't talk much as a child.

Well, I don't care, Mona. I-I'm still ashamed of you.

I mean, how could you pry?

Screwdriver.

Hi. How's Sam doing?

Oh, she's still incredibly polite. Where have you been?

Shopping for Sam.

Oh, hey, Angela. Haven't we learned anything from this?

Oh, Tony, you don't understand.

I went to the city to hunt down the dress

that Sam really wanted. Mmm.

It's quite a story.

Maybe you should bring it right up to her.

First, I went to all the department stores and the boutiques.

Nothing. Then I drove down to the garment district.

I see a rack being pushed down the street.

Right in the middle of it is Sam's dress.

I yelled at the guy, but he put it on the truck, and he took off.

So I put pedal to the metal, and I followed that chiffon.

The chase was on! It was like The French Connection,

only I obeyed all the traffic laws.

I forced him off the road somewhere around Hoboken.

Angela Bower always gets her dress.

Boy.

No wonder they invented the Home Shopping Club.

[KNOCKING ON THE DOOR]

Sam?

Sweetheart?

Sam, I know you're angry with me,

and I don't blame you.

I got a little carried away.

Okay, more than a little.

I'm sorry if I hurt you.

I just want us to be friends again.

Sam, don't do this to me!

Sam, will you say something?

Excuse me. [GASPS]

May I come in?

Be my guest.

Silly me.

I just made a heartfelt apology to your doorknob.

I felt terrible about what happened,

so I-- I went out and I got you something.

Thank you, Angela, but don't you think you've done enough?

I know. I know, I have, and it won't happen again.

You see, that's why I called Jesse--

Angela, you're doing it again.

You're right. I'm doing it again.

I'm leaving.

You sure you don't wanna open that?

You're right. It's too pushy.

Look, Sam...

I know I interfered,

and I'm sorry.

But I just don't want to see you deprive yourself

of something you really want

because of a mistake that I made.

Angela, how you-- how you doing?

[WHIMPERS]

Come on, Angela. Now you-- You can't let this thing with Sam get you down.

Y-You only wanted what was best for her.

I'm beginning to think I wanted what was best for me.

Huh? What do you mean?

Tony...

I have something very personal to share with you.

You swear you won't tell anyone?

I swear. Okay.

Ooh, this is very embarrassing.

It was the night of my junior prom.

Uh-oh.

What?

Uh, nothing.

Anyway, I had a date with this terrific guy.

Kenny Bigelow.

Doesn't that name just say it all?

Yeah, I-- I can picture them.

I mean...

I mean him.

He got sick at the last minute, and I just couldn't stand the thought

of not wearing that beautiful, blue dress.

So I went to the prom anyway.

and I watched through the window.

The theme was Tahitian Twilight.

The gym looked like a South Seas island--

Palm trees and fishing nets

and conch shells.

It was so romantic.

I didn't even mind

being on the outside

until I saw...

Kenny Bigelow.

You are so intuitive. Ah. Yeah.

He jitterbugged right past me

glued to a cheerleader.

Now, Tony, I'm not gonna lie to you and tell you that I wasn't hurt.

I was. I was deeply hurt.

You know, it's not often that a girl gets asked out

by a boy like Kenny.

And he... he wasn't just handsome.

He looked like a movie star.

Dumbo.

You've been talking to Mother, haven't you?

Not as much as she's been talking to me. You know...

So I suppose you heard it all--

The mooning and everything.

Mooning?

She didn't tell you?

No, no. What mooning?

No mooning. Nobody said mooning. No mooning.

No, Angela. Angela, You don't say a word like moon

and then just drop it here.

All right, all right. I was just so hurt and mad

that I threw my crinoline up in the air,

and I showed Kenny what I thought of him.

Oh, I wish I could've seen that!

I mean the expression on his face.

Hi.

Samantha,

you look... beautiful.

Whoa.

Does this mean you're going to the prom?

Yeah. Jesse should be here any minute.

Oh, I'm so happy--

For you.

I have something to go with this dress.

Uh, my pearls, if you want them.

I do. Okay.

Will you help me?

Sure.

Well, you were right all along.

That dress is you.

And the pearls are you.

They go great together.

They sure do.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Oh, baby, baby.

Hey, Jesse!

Dressed to kill, huh?

Well, at least to bury.

[LAUGHS]

Sam, you look...

Wow. Oh-ho-ho.

Wow.

Wow.

One more wow,

you're getting an Italian chaperon.

Anybody want some keys to a van?

Thanks, Mrs. Bower.

You too, Tony.

Okay. Come on, kids. Have a good time, huh?

Have a wonderful time.

By the way, Angela,

how did you ever find this dress?

Well...

it was a breeze.

Bye. ANGELA: Bye.

All right. Be careful now. Drive carefully,

and be home by dawn.

TONY: Just-- Just keep your eyes closed.

They're closed. They're closed.

All right, okay, okay. Are you ready?

Yeah.

Open sesame.

Angela Bower,

this is your prom.

What?

It's called Tahitian Twilight II.

You are so sweet.

Ah, no, no. Now, wait a minute. Now, wait a minute.

It's time to cue up the band.

Maestro!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Baby ♪

All right, all right. Now wait a minute. Come on now.

Since-- Since Kenny's not here,

may I have this dance?

You can hold on to my ears.

[LAUGHS]

I-- I'd be honored.

♪ Like the real thing Baby ♪

♪ Ain't nothin' Like the real thing ♪

You know, Angela,

this really is like your first prom.

What do you mean?

Look through the window.

A full moon.

[♪♪♪♪♪]