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[twinkling music]
[twinkling music]
- Hey, Lizzie! - What a great game!
- Yeah? Big win? - Huge loss!
- I'm no sports gal, but isn't the object of soccer to win?
- Yeah, but like coach Scott says, it's not whether you win or lose,
it's how many orange slices you can eat at halftime. My record? Nine.
- Ouh! [Doorbell]
- Hey, hey! - Scott!
- Hey, what's up, CL? What's happening, dude!
- CL: Captain Lizzie. My nickname.
- Hey, Scott. - Heard the team had a really fun loss today.
- Yup! And CL was our star player - scored our only goal
and set the orange-slice- eating record. - Yeah!
- Which might explain how you lost this.
- My bite plate! Thanks for dropping it off.
And since you're here, why don't you stay for dinner?
- Ah, don't you think you should you ask your parents first?
- Can Scott stay for dinner? - Does Scott want to stay for dinner?
- Well, actually I--
I'd love to stay for dinner. - Yes!
- ♪ Used to be my mother and my sister and me ♪
♪ A happy little family and all right with me ♪
♪ But Mom got married that's when everything changed ♪
♪ Some things were lost and others were gained ♪
♪ A new school, a new house ♪
♪ So many changes it makes my head spin ♪
♪ Now I've got a brother who gets under my skin ♪
♪ This is life with Derek ♪
♪ This is life with Derek ♪
♪ This is life with Lizzie, Edwin, George and Nora, Marti and Casey ♪
♪ Living life with Derek ♪
♪ Living life with Derek ♪
reaking up with Derek's best friend,
my dating game has been in a major slump.
Maybe the best way to improve my game is to find a good...
coach.
- Ah... hi. - Hey, I'm Scott.
Lizzie's soccer coach.
And I'm sitting in your seat.
- Ah, good instincts.
- [Marti]: Hey! Now you're in my seat!
- Oh, my gosh! Well, I am very, very sorry, Marti.
Where would you like me to sit? - In the garage!
- Marti, be nice to our guest.
- But I don't like Snot!
- Scott, why don't you sit in the other chair, next to George
and I apologize on behalf of Marti.
- Oh, that's okay. Ah, I appreciate her honesty.
- [George]: Sports section down, Derek.
- You'll have to excuse my stepbrother. He's a total hockey head.
- Oh, I know, we play in the same league.
I was there when 'Triple-D' took three penalties...
before the game started.
- Triple-D? - Dare-Devil-Derek.
- Scott gave me my nickname. CL: Captain Lizzie.
- Hahaa... how cute. So how did you get into coaching soccer?
- Honestly? I wanted to pad my university resume.
I know it sounds bad, but...
- No, no! It sounds smart. That's why I'm in four clubs,
three committees and I volunteer two times a week.
- And yet you still have time to annoy me twenty-four seven.
- Well it turns out that coaching kids like CL
is very rewarding.
So, ah, where did she get her sports skills from?
You Dad? Or Mom?
- Ha... actually we're a blended family.
Casey and CL are from my first marriage
and Triple-D, Edwin and Smarti are from George's.
- Nora and I have just been married for a few months.
- So was it love at first sight for you two?
- Oh yeah! - Oh no!
- [Scott]: Wow! Great kick!
- Thanks. Left a huge bruise on Molly Moscovitz's knee.
- You guys having fun? - [Both]: Yeah!
- Just seeing how great CL's team played last year.
It makes me realize why we're so bad this year: Me.
- That's not true. You're the best coach I ever had!
- Lame game over, kids!
Time to watch a real sport. - Wrestling!
- If by 'real' you mean real stupid.
- And Scott's the guest and he wants to watch soccer!
- Actually, I'm a bit of a wrestlemaniac myself.
Don't hold it against me. - [Both]: I won't.
- See that crazy move on 'Swatdown'last week?
- Oh, you mean the super fireman's carry?
- Oh! oh! - Oh!
- [Edwin]: Put me down!
Whoa! - Ready for the couch toss?
[Phone ringing] I should get that.
- Ah! That was awesome!
- Hey! Yeah, I'm leaving right now.
Promise you won't fall asleep? Okay, bye.
It was my mom. We're really close.
Anyways, it was great meeting all of you guys
and thank your folks again for dinner. And I'll see you at the next game.
- [Lizzie and Casey]: Okay.
- Bye.
- Ah, why are you still letting Derek watch wrestling?
- Because I have a date with the remote Saturday night.
- Oh, cool cobra clutch!
- You know, your... your coach is very cute.
- Oh, punishing piledriver!
- Hee-hee! You think so? I didn't notice.
- Please, even I noticed. I bet the ladies are all over him!
- [Both]: Really? - Belly flop! Whooo!
[Phone ringing]
Hello?
Hmm-hmm. Yeah, man.
Hmm-hmm. Uh-uh. Oh yeah, she'd love to.
Pick her up Saturday night, seven thirty.
Cancel your remote date. You're going out with Scott Saturday night.
- [Both]: What?
- You said yes without asking me?
- I had to! You might've said no and screwed up my plans to watch the hockey game in peace.
- Well you're lucky! Cuz I would've said yes.
- But, um... Scott's kind of a sports guy.
You sure he's right for you?
- Let's hear it: "He's way too good for her!"
- Actually... Seems like a decent guy.
- So you actually approve?
- I hope Casey and the coach hit it off tonight.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Could be love at first sight.
Like it was for me, but not for you.
- Oh, c'mon, George! - What?
- We met on a blind date and it ended in marriage.
So, who cares if it was love at first sight, right?
- Right, right... Yeah.
But just out of curiosity, though,
what did you think of me that night because you seemed to be having fun?
- Ha! Ha! Ha!
Oh, George, you're so droll!
Droll? Don't you mean...
Ah, George, you've got a little drool.
- Oh! Oops! Oh boy!
Yikes. I gotta keep the mug clean for my...
good-night kiss. Yeah.
You thought I was a joke?
No, hold on, because I thought I was romantic and charming!
Well, you know what?
I won't stand here and be laughed at!
- Ha! Ha! Ha! [Doorbell]
- Hey, Scott. - Hey, dude.
Casey! Scott's here!
- What's up, Derek? - Hey, man.
Oh... If that's the hockey game, I don't want to see it. I'm taping it.
- Okay, but, ah, do me a favour? Don't come back...
- ...'til the game's over. So where's your stepsister?
- Right here. Let's go kick the ball around outside.
My sister takes forever to get ready.
- Sure. - You ready to go?
- Absolutely.
Later, CL.
- So Casey's out on her date,
Marti's upstairs playing hide and seek with herself... that leaves you, Liz.
Know any guys willing to take you out tonight?
- No! All guys are jerks like you!
- Derek, how can you be so insensitive?
- Years of practice, Ed.
Goal!
- What do you want, Edwin? - To apologize.
For my bro's insensitive words
and your sis's insensitive actions.
You have your first crush.
- I don't like Scott! I don't like any boys!
- Classic.
You are experiencing the three stages of a crush.
- I am not! - Denial.
- Now go away!
- Anger.
- Wait... Maybe you're right.
- And acceptance.
Look, I see why you crush the coach. But, trust me,
it's never gonna happen.
- I know what you mean. He's way older.
- Not just that. If Scott's like me, he likes girlie girls,
the kind who wear fuzzy sweaters and skirts.
You're much more the tomboy type.
- Well I can be a girlie girl if I want to!
- Stuck in the anger stage, I see. - Huh!
[Furious growl]
- I had a really great time tonight.
- Why do you sound so surprised?
- Because you're Derek-approved, so there has to be something wrong with you.
- There is.
I am the worst kisser.
- Nice line.
But you don't need it.
- Hey, guys? What are you doing?
- What are you doing wearing make up?
- It's just a little. Do you like it?
- Yeah, sure. It's very... mature.
- You are so funny. What's that funny thing you always say to the team?
- Go team? - Go team!
You are so funny! Isn't he?
- Hilarious! Uh, Liz I have the perfect pair of earrings to go with that look,
which I need to show you right now!
Right back, Scott.
- If this is about me using all your make up, I'll pay you back.
- No, this is about your crush on Scott.
- That obvious, huh?
- Not to your oblivious sister!
And, had I known, I never would have gone out with him.
Even though we had like the best date.
Which I'm sure you don't want to hear about.
- It's okay, Casey. You can go out with Scott again. I can handle it.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, go for it. But before you do,
help me get this goop off my face! I feel like a clown.
- How do I look?
- Like a clown! - I like clowns!
- Your date abandon you?
- Nah, Casey's having some kinda... sister-summit.
But she'd better hurry up cuz I got other plans.
- What are we winking about? - I guess I can trust you.
After all, I know why they really call you Triple-D...
Cuz you took three seniors to your junior prom.
- Good times. Trust me with what?
- The sweetest soccer scam ever.
See, I've convinced Lizzie's soccer team
that I'm 'coach of the year'.
And so the teams introduce me to their older sisters.
And, well, who wouldn't wanna date the great guy
who's coaching their little sister's soccer team?
- So... Casey's not the only soccer sister you're seeing?
- You kidding? She's the... fourth!
Pretty impressive, huh? - Yeah.
Gotta go, dude. Soccer-sister number two.
She's blond. You understand, right?
- Sure. Uh, what am I supposed to tell Casey?
- Uh, whatever. I'm sure you'll come up with something creative.
Guys like us, we always do.
- Right.
- Ah, what's with you?
- I didn't get any sleep last night.
- And I know why. You felt guilty for whatever it is
you said to Scott to make him leave without a goodbye.
- Derek never feels guilty.
He usually is guilty, but he never feels it.
- I didn't say anything to Scott.
- What did you say to Scott? - I didn't say anything to Scott.
- It's okay, you're off the hook cuz, ah, we've already made plans to go out again.
- You're going out with him again? - Why do you care?
- Times up. Let's go, Liz.
- You be nice to my coach!
[Edwin applauds]
- Ah, well done, D.
Two sisters mad at you before your breakfast.
What's wrong? You live for this stuff. You feeling okay?
- I don't know.
- Uh-uh. You had an ethical duty to do the right thing! - Me?
- [George]: No, no, Nora.
She should have said how she really felt about our awful blind date!
- I never said the date was awful!
- Ah, it's true, dad. Nora told me about the date, never said it was awful.
- Thank you, Edwin.
- She did say you got caught using an expired burger coupon.
- Thank you, Edwin. - Yeah, yeah, thank you, Edwin.
What's wrong with you?
No 'coupon' jokes? You live for this stuff. You feeling okay?
- I don't know.
- So... you'll be proud to know I have resolved an issue with a sibling.
- You and Derek resolved an issue?
- Actually, the issue was with Lizzie.
- Okay, so it's not a Casey/Derek issue?
Well, good to see that you're mixing it up. What happened?
- Well, Lizzie has this super- cute soccer coach, who's my age.
Turns out we both have a crush on him.
Only it's Lizzie's first crush, so I didn't want to crush her spirits,
which is why I said I'd stop seeing him.
- Very sensitive. And there's other coaches in the sea, right?
- Right, but... Lizzie said I could go for him. So I am.
- Okay, well then... problem solved.
- I am a horrible, terrible person!
- No, I wouldn't go that far. - Why not?
My sister gave me an out and I took it! Do you know what is happening here?
- Ah, you're shouting at me?
- Living in the same house as Derek is... changing me.
For the worse! How else could I hurt my sister
even if she said it was okay, cuz it's not okay, okay?
- Okay! Okay.
- I want to talk to you about Scott. - No more Snot talk!
- No more hiding under my bed! - Fine.
But I don't want Scott coming over again! Okay? Okay?
- Okay! Alright.
Actually, Scott is coming over but I'm gonna tell him I can't see him any more.
- Casey, you don't have to stop seeing Scott.
I told you, I can handle it.
- I know and that was really sweet of you,
but then I thought about Nick Nickopopolous.
- Our neighbour in Toronto with the uni-brow?
- He had two eyebrows; they, just met in the middle.
The point is, he was my first crush.
- You had some strange taste.
- Yeah and so did cousin Vicki.
Cuz even though I told her I liked him, Vicki went after Nicki.
- Nicki and Vicki? - Made me sicky.
And I want you to look back on your first crush
and remember what a nice guy Scott was,
not that your sister dated him. So me and the coach are over.
- No!
He'll know you stopped seeing him cuz I have a crush on him!
- So then I won't tell him why, I'll just make up an excuse.
- But you're the worst liar ever!
- Ah! That is so not true.
- Casey, I know you're trying to do the right thing and think of my feelings
but... you gotta do the wrong thing and think of my feelings!
- Okay. I... I will.
- Thanks, sis. You're the best.
- Ah, what?
- Scott's scamming you.
- Thank you, Derek. I know that was hard for you to say.
You really are a good person and a great brother.
- AH!
- Derek? You seem tense. [Doorbell]
[Derek sighing]
- Great. Scott's here.
- Hum... I'm sensing some hostility towards the coach.
But why? You guys seem to have lots in common.
- We do! That's the problem!
- Okay, Derek... you're losing it!
What's going on? You can tell me.
- Okay. Lately I've been having...
feelings about...
- Hmm-hmm...
- ...doing the right thing. - No!
When did this happen?
- Around the time Scott spilled his soccer sister scheme;
dude's dating three of Lizzie's friends' sisters.
- No... - It's true. Dude told me himself.
- Oh, well that I believe. What I don't believe is...
you're showing compassion - for Casey!
- You! Take that back!
- Sorry, bro', but you can't fool me
cuz I'm a sensitive kid and...
maybe you're sensitive too?
- But I don't wanna be sensitive!
And I don't wanna do the right thing and tell Casey,
but not telling her is making me crazy!
- Well, you can't have it both ways. You can't do wrong and right.
- Edwin! That's it!
- Yes? - Maybe I can have my wrong and right it too!
- Good night, everyone! - Have fun, you two.
- Good night!
- Casey's going out with Snotty again?
- Marti, it's not fair to judge Snotty. I mean, Scotty.
I mean Scott. You barely even know him.
- I call them like I see them!
- Hmm, but if Nora went on first impressions after our first lame blind date,
we'd never be married.
- You're right, George! The date was lame.
It was unromantic, unsophisticated
and the reason I wanted to get to know you.
- What? - Look, it might not have been love at first sight,
but I could tell you were being you:
a funny, awkward, endearing man.
And not the big baby you're being now!
- Hey, I am not being a big baby!
I am not! I'm not!
Am I? - Want the honest answer?
- No.
- Hey! Where is everyone?
- Edwin's upstairs, everyone else is out for ice cream.
- Perfect! Uh, mind giving us a little privacy?
- Actually, I was watching Lizzie's old soccer games...
I totally see why you find coaching so rewarding!
I might volunteer myself.
- Sure. I could use an assistant.
- Or, I could pump up the crowd by introducing the starting line-ups before the game!
- You wanna be a cheerleader? - More like an announcer.
Since, you know, soccer's such a fun, family sport
instead of introducing the team
I could introduce their big sisters.
Hit it, Ed!
[Music starting] Okay!
Introducing the soccer sisters!
The striker's sister: Jenny!
- Hi, Scott.
- The attacker's sister: Beth!
- Hi, Scott.
- And the goalkeeper's sister: Kate!
- Hi, Scott.
- What's going on here?
- Tell her, Scott. - Yeah, tell her, Scott!
- I'm sorta of dating all of you... at the same time.
- What! How could you do this?
- I'd explain, but, ah, my Mom's waiting.
- Whoa-whoa-whoa! Hey-hey-hey!
You didn't apologize yet.
And guys like us, always do.
- I can't believe Scott apologized
and agreed to keep coaching the team.
And agreed to keep his mouth shut about all this to Lizzie.
- I can't believe Marti was the only one who knew the coach was scum right off the bat.
- I can't believe you didn't tell me the truth about Scott as soon as you knew!
And I can't believe all the trouble you went through
just to bust him. It was very... sweet.
- Whoa! What are you doing?
- Uh-oh! I sense a 'feel good family moment' coming on!
- How 'bout 'no'? - Fine.
But someday, somewhere, we will have our feel-good family moment.
Cuz deep down, you're a good guy, Derek Venturi. [Derek shivering]
[Doorbell] - You should get that.
- Hey! - Hi.
Um... It was really great how you looked out for your family
and you seem like a good guy.
- Well, you'll have to find out for yourself.
How about next weekend? Dinner?
- Sounds great.
- The good old Derek is back!
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- Whoo! Whoops! Sorry!
- Cut! Thank you very much. - High five!
- ♪ Living life with Derek ♪
♪ Living life with Derek ♪
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