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[theme music]

[music playing]

I need my dryer.

Hey.

Don't you ever knock?

And it's not your dryer.

Your dryer is broken.

If the lecture is over, I'd
like to use the dryer now.

It's getting late.

All right.

This is the last time.

You get an allowance.

Buy one of your own.

You're so sweet.

Sisters, , boy are they weird.

I'm weird?

At least I don't stand in
front of the mirror on a box,

pretending I'm in the NBA.

[music playing]

You know, Jonathan,
of all the assignments,

my favorite is coaching.

I'm glad to hear it.

Did the boss tell
you what sport it is?

Is it baseball?

You know, I was a pretty
fine first baseman

over at the Academy.

I-- I don't think they had
this sport at the Academy.

No?

What sport is it?

It's-- it's volleyball.

Volleyball?

Volleyball?

Come on, it's a girl's sport.

Yeah, you're replacing
the girls' coach.

Girls?

I can't coach girls.

Why not?

Because I'm used
to guys, that's why.

Girls, you got to worry
all the time they're

going to hurt themselves.

They're kind of wimpy, you know.

Mark, I think these
girls might surprise you.

Oh, I doubt it.

I don't have to
worry about your vote.

Do I, Kate?

What are you running
for now, Richard?

What else?

Prom king.

I'll probably be taking Melanie.

Of course.

Well, she is the
prettiest girl in school.

She also thinks you're about
as exciting as the soundtrack

to an underwater ballet.

Hi, Sammy.

How's my favorite
volleyball player?

Sammy, why don't you go
pick on someone your own size?

Like that drinking
fountain over there.

[laughs]

Come on, Sammy, we'll
be late for class.

Let's face it, Melanie,
you and I together

have king and queen locked up.

Richard.

I've got to know
by tonight, Melanie,

so I can get a limo
to match your dress.

I'm not sure, Richard.

I told you, Mel,
Danny's not going to prom.

He's working that night.

Hi, Danny.

Hey, Mel, Richard.

How's the job going?

It's pretty good,
if you like pizza.

I thought I might stop
by tonight after practice.

Ah, Mel, it gets pretty busy.

Why don't I call you from work?

Sure.

Sure.

[school bell rings]

I'll see you later.

I'll be waiting by the phone.

Now, class, it's time
for our poetry lesson.

[laughter]

Notes, class, we
must have notes.

There must be lots of notes.

[school bell rings]

I wish I was a fish.

I wish I was a bass.

I'd climb up over
these trees and slide

down on my hands and knees.

[laughter]

Fooled you, didn't I?

Notes, class.

Where are those pencils, class?

Pencils, we must see pencils.

Roses are red, violets are
blue, I'm a schizophrenic,

and so am I.

[laughter]

Laughs, class.

I want laughs, class.

Excuse me.

I thought I was the one who
was supposed to be standing

up in front of the class.

You're the stand up teacher.

I'm the stand up comic.

Oh, well, for
the next 50 minutes

you're going to be
the sit down mime.

Yes, sir.

All right, class.

My name is Jonathan Smith.

And I'll be your history
teacher for the next few days.

Yeah.

Um, Mr. Smith.

My name is Richard Davies.

And I'm senior class president.

Congratulations.

Well, thank you.

Um, I don't know if you're
aware of it, Mr. Smith,

but senior class
prom is this weekend.

And as senior class
president, I would

like to invite everyone
over to my house

this Sunday for an
after prom swim.

[cheers]

Oh, and, uh, don't forget
to vote for prom king.

[laughter]

Uh, if you've finished your
campaign speech, Mr. Davies,

I'd like to get
on with the class.

Oh, yeah, by all means.

Please continue.

Very kind of you.

A philosopher said,
those who don't

learn from the
mistakes of history

are bound to repeat them.

On a more personal
level, you all

have families with a history.

And so your essay
due this Monday

will be to write your
family's history.

You can start with your
grandparents, where they came

from, what kind of work they
did, what they were like,

and what you learn from them.

[chatter]

[whistle blows]

All right, listen up.

We'll split into teams,
do a little scrimmage.

Maryanne's not
here yet, Coach.

They need a front liner.

Oh.

Well, I'll fill in for
her until she gets here.

I'll play at half speed
so nobody gets hurt.

[inaudible].

I'm sorry, Coach.

Are you OK?

Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm--

I'm fine.
- You sure?

I'm fine, yeah.

I'm really sorry.

It's all right.
It's fine.

It's fine.

Can I do anything?

No, no, I'm fine.

You-- you-- are you Maryanne?

Yeah.

Uh, uh, that's good.

That's good.
Ah.

Why don't you get
in the game here.

We don't want to break
up the teams, you know.

You all go on to, uh,
scrimmage, you know.

Uh, I'll-- I'll be right back.

[moans]

You're a fool not
to go with Richard.

He'll take you to
the best restaurant,

give you the most
expensive corsage.

And besides, you'll
probably win queen.

I know, but I really--

But what?

If Danny were going to
ask you, wouldn't he

have done it already?

Richard wants to
know what color dress

I'm going to be
wearing to the prom

so he can get a limo to match.

Why don't you wear that
red one from homecoming?

Well, maybe if I could
make it strapless--

Oh, you can't
wear the same dress.

The dress is dead.

Well, not everyone
can afford to spend $500

on a new prom dress, Nicole.

Not everybody
needs a new dress.

Nicole.

I was just kidding.

Why don't you ask Sammy?

He worships the
ground you walk on.

MELANIE: Stifle it, Nicole.

And besides, you might
just have some fun, as long

as he doesn't ask you to dance.

OK, come on.

Let's practice, OK.

OK.

Hey, Kate.

You're looking good.

Thanks, Sammy.

[moans]

It's broken.

Oh, I don't think so.

Jonathan, it is broken.

Look how swollen it is.

It's always that size.

Jonathan, it is my nose.

I say it's broken.

It can't be.

MARK GORDON: Why not?

Because they're just girls,
kind of wimpy, you know?

Cute, Jonathan, cute.

[mumbles]

What's the problem, Danny?

You used to eat like a horse.

I'm not very hungry, Dad.

Too much leftover pizza.

You shouldn't eat so much
of that stuff anyway, Danny.

It's bad for your
cholesterol levels.

This country was not built
on hardened arteries.

You know why he's
not hungry, don't you?

Because the prom is
this Friday and he

can't afford to go because
his old man is out of a job.

Isn't that it, son?

No, Dad, I--

PETE: Then eat.

MARIE: Come on, Pete.

You'll be back at
work soon, I know it.

Yeah, you know it, I know
it, the company knows it.

Too bad my creditors
don't know it.

MARIE: Well they'll
just have to wait.

Oh, well, that's not what
you said last week when--

when you told me about that
opening at Bill's Gas Station.

You've always done such
a great job on our cars.

I just thought--

Yeah, you just
thought that if I

went to work on the neighbors'
cars that all of our problems

would be solved.

Well, I hate to
disappoint you, Marie.

But I did not get a degree
in engineering so that I

could become a grease monkey.

MARIE: I said I was sorry.

PETE: 20 years working on the
most sophisticated airplanes

in the world, and she
wants me to change

mufflers for $7.50 an hour.

And even that wouldn't begin to
pay the interest on this place.

I didn't want to go
to the prom anyway, Dad.

Besides, Melanie is going
with Richard Davies.

Oh, you're not
good enough to go

with her now that your
old man's out of work.

Is that it?

She doesn't even--

may I be excused?

I have to get back to work.

Go ahead, dear.

[knocking]

It's open.

You busy?

Yeah, our new teacher
wants us to write a paper

about our family's history.

Ah, interesting assignment.

You looked so pretty at
that homecoming dance.

Mom, I'm not going.

You could always
ask Johnny Bass.

I know.
I know.

He's just a junior.

But he's 6 feet 3 and
the only tall boy in school

that doesn't have a date.

I was just trying to
be helpful, darling.

It's a night you'll
always remember.

Then it's one memory
I won't have to worry

about because I'm not going.

KATE'S MOM: There's
nothing I can say that will

make you change your mind?

Nothing.

Mom, I really have to
write this paper, OK?

OK.

Stretch.

Stretch.

Stretch.

I can't believe it.

I've shrunk.
Hey!

Sorry.

You want to come with
us to the movies?

I can't, sis.

I'm auditioning at the
Laugh Track tonight.

I thought you auditioned
there last week.

Practice makes perfect.

Could I borrow $10?

Jeez, you're lucky I'm
not going to the prom.

Justine says it's bad
luck not to go to your prom.

It's bad luck not
to go to your wedding.

It's OK luck not
to go to your prom.

See ya.

A guy walks into the
psychiatrist's office,

and says, I'm schizophrenic.

The psychiatrist says,
that makes four of us.

Speaking of doctors, a guy
walks into the doctor's office

with a frog on his head.

The doctor says, where
did you get that?

The frog says, it started
as a wart on my behind.

Control yourself, Mr. Hazen.

You're getting better, kid.

But not better enough?

I didn't say that.

So when do I start?

I'll call you.

Right, and the
check is in the mail.

The next opening,
I'll call you.

You promise?

I said I'd call you.

I'll call you.

Hey, you won't
regret it, Mr. Hazen.

I've got star
written all over me.

Just make sure you
can wash it off, kid.

[music playing]

You know, Mark, considering
you weren't hungry,

you did a pretty good
job on the pizza.

Mm, the large pizza are not
as big as they used to be.

Oh, really?

I'm serious, Jonathan.

They used to be that big.

Can I get you anything
else, Mr. Smith?

No, thanks, Danny,
just the check, please.

Danny, don't you think
that the pizzas have

shrunk in the last few years?

Well, I've only been
here a couple of months,

but they've been the same
size since I got here.

Hey, Danny boy.

You got change for a buck?

Thanks, pal.

I gotta call Melanie.

Melanie, how are you
doing, beautiful?

Just checking in about
the you-know-what.

Blue, now that's a great color.

It matches my eyes.

I can't wait.

Ah, hold on, I--

I think someone
wants to talk to you.

Is there something you
want to say to Melanie?

I guess he doesn't.

Hey, I'll see you
tomorrow, babe.

Here's your check.

Yeah, keep the change, boy.

Come on, Danny.

That's enough.

Hey, what are you doing?

You can't punch customers
out like that, not

in my restaurant.

Look, you get a job
somewhere else, huh.

Maybe you can sell
peanuts at a hockey match.

Their customers like to fight.
- Hey, come on.

They just had a
little disagreement.

I mean, nobody got hurt.

First you tell me my
large pizza's small.

Now you're telling me I
can't fire my own waiter?

Since when did you
buy my business, huh?

How come I don't know about it?

Hey, come on.

Give the kids a break, will ya?

For crying out loud.

Forget it, Coach.

[music playing]

[school bell rings]

Hi, Mel.

I waited for you to call.

I know.

I-- I wanted to, but--

I'm going to the
prom with Richard.

I know.

I wanted to go
with you, Danny.

But the way you've been
acting the last month.

I'm sorry, Mel.

I-- I-- I hope you
have a good time.

[chatter]

What?

Hey, Kate never touched the net.

Is that why it's still moving?

I am talking to the ref, OK?

So am I, OK?

So why don't you just
leave that big, fat boot

of yours out of it.

If you two are
done, the call stands.

Side out, Marion High.

[whistle blows]

It's all right, Coach.

We'll get it back.

Yeah, don't let her
get to you, Coach.

Come on, girls.

Let's suck it up.

[cheering]

Push one, girls,
and it's ours.

Let's go, Lions.

Beat 'em up, Kate.

[whistle blows]

This one is good, good, good.

All right.

[whistle blows]

[whistle blows]

Look, um, before
you hit the showers,

I want you to know something.

I think you played a great game.

I know I'm not much of a coach.

And I got to tell you, I
know a good volleyball team

when I see one.

Don't worry, Coach.

We'll get them in the playoffs.

Yeah, let's hear
it for Coach Gordon.

Hip hip hurrah.

ALL: Hip hip hurrah.

Hip hip hurrah.

[cheering]

Hey, Sammy, aren't
you helping out today?

Ah, in a minute, Darlene.

I'm trying to digest
our volleyball defeat.

Hey, those decorations
are starting to look good.

Well, there's only one senior
prom, or so they tell me.

What's wrong?

You not going?

It's not looking good.

Oh, I thought you
were fond of Kate.

You noticed, huh?

Yeah, why don't you ask her?

That should be
obvious, Mr. Smith.

I'm barely 5 feet 6.

She's almost 6 feet.

I need a stepladder to kiss her.

Besides, a clown
never gets the girl.

Well, you don't always
have to be the clown.

When you're my height you
don't have a lot of choices.

Oh, come on.

Now, when's the last time you
tried to be anything else?

She'd never go with me.

How are you going to
know unless you try?

Believe me, Mr. Smith,
I've been friends with Kate

for six years,
ever since we rode

bikes together to junior high.

She had a boy's bike.

I had a girl's bike.

She had to wait for
me at all the signals.

She waited.

Yeah, she always waited.

I still think you
ought to ask her.

I appreciate your interest,
but she won't go out with me.

Besides, I barely
know how to dance.

Well, that's no problem.

All you need is a dance coach.

Right, a dance coach.

Yeah.

And if I were you, I'd
talk to Mr. Gordon.

I think he's the
man to help you.

I, um--

I told your mother I'd
help with the housework.

Aren't you supposed to be
down at the pizza parlor?

I'm not working there anymore.

What?

I got fired last
night for fighting.

Fighting?

Who were you fighting with?

A customer.

A customer?

What's the matter with you?

Did I raise a complete numskull?

After I change, I'm going
down to the club sport.

They need another stock boy.

Don't worry, I'll still
bring in my $3.25 an hour.

[door slams]

[door bell rings]

Mr. Briggs?

Hi, I'm Jonathan Smith,
Danny's history teacher.

I found his notebook
in the hall.

Oh, thanks.

He's, um-- he's in
his room changing.

I'll give, it to him.

How's Danny doing in school?

Oh, he's doing
all right so far.

Of course, it's not easy when
you work five hours a day

and still try to keep up
with your college studies.

Tell me about it.

How do you think I got
through engineering school?

By working nights as
a janitor, that's how.

And after 20 years building
jets, they're laying me off.

Now I'm back house cleaning,
and my wife's working.

I'm sorry to hear that.

That must be hard on you.

You darn right it is, not
that anybody around here cares.

My wife, uh-- my
wife wants me to go

to work at the
corner gas station,

tuning up the
neighbors' Mercedes.

I guess when things
are rough, you just

have to do what you have to do.

Yeah, well, I don't have
to work at a gas station,

wiping windshields for people
I used to play golf with.

I didn't say you did.

Look, I've better be going.

I hope things work out for you.

Look, don't give me that
schoolteacher condescension.

I'll tell you something
Mr-- uh, Mr. Smith.

You don't buy a house like this
by, uh-- by taking summers off.

The mortgage payments alone
would bring you to your knees.

That's the trouble
with all of you.

None of you understand how
much pressure I'm under.

Oh, I think your son does.

What?

I was in the pizza parlor last
night when he got in a fight

with Richard Davies
over the prom.

He spent this morning
in my classroom,

just staring off into space.

And this afternoon he
walks down the hall

and drops his notebook,
doesn't even notice it.

Well, sir, I think
your son feels

just as much pressure as you.

Do Good luck.

One of your teachers
brought this by for you.

Thanks, Dad.

Danny, I don't know how
much you just heard, but--

I've got to go, Dad.

Hi, Mr. Gordon.

Hey, Sammy, how are you doing?

How did practice go today?

Uh, it was good.

I just wish I was a
better coach, you know.

I'm afraid volleyball
is not my game.

How about dancing?

What?

Well, I need some coaching.

And Mr. Smith said you might
be able to help me out.

You've got to be kidding me.

You want me to teach
you how to dance?

Yeah.

My prom's this weekend and I
don't want to look any more

ridiculous than I have to.

Look, Sammy, Sammy, I
cannot teach you how to dance.

I don't know what
Jonathan was thinking.

But I haven't danced in years.

Mr. Smith said it was
like riding a bicycle,

once you learn,
you never forget.

He did?

All right, I'll
give it my best shot.

When do you want to start?

Right now, if that's OK.

There's only a few
days to the prom.

Oh.

Look, I-- I can't teach
you without music.

Got you covered.

Oh.

Well, put on a slow one.

I don't do that
jerking around stuff.

[MUSIC - "THAT'S WHAT FRIENDS
ARE FOR"]

Oh, yeah, see, the great
thing about these slow ones,

you can get away with
murder, especially

if the floor is crowded.

Come on.

Let's go.

Here we go.

Now what am I-- you--
you lead, all right?

Yeah.

There you go.

Now just pretend like this
whole floor is crowded, right.

And you just start-- you just
start listening to music.

You start moving a
little bit like that.

Just nothing fancy,
just slow and easy.

Good, good.

Like this?

That's-- no, well,
wait, wait, wait.

Loosen up.

You're too stiff here.
Loosen up.

Loosen up your neck.

Loosen that up.

All right, you feeling loose?
- Yeah.

All right, let's start again.

Here we go, nice and
easy, nice and loose.

All right.

Now, remember, you got
to be in control so she

knows where you're going.

Right.

Good.

Good, huh?

Now we are ready for [inaudible]
Fred and Ginger stuff.

Yeah.

Yeah, turn right around.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Hey, this is fun.

This is fun, hey.

[music playing]

[laughter]

You two make a cute couple.

[chatter]

Oh, great, just great.

Thank you, Jonathan.

Thank you.

[MUSIC - ROBERT PALMER,
"ADDICTED TO LOVE"]

(SINGING) Might as well face
it, might as well face it.

Telephone!

No wonder you couldn't hear me.

Who is it?

I think he said
his name is Hazel.

Hazen.

It's Mr. Hazen.

This is it.

This is it.

This has gotta be it.

Mr. Hazen.

MR. HAZEN (ON PHONE): Yeah, kid,
you've got a spot this Friday.

This Friday.

Oh, uh, but my
prom's this Friday

and I already rented
a tux and everything.

MR. HAZEN (ON PHONE): You want
to be a comedian or a teenager?

Can't I be both?

MR. HAZEN (ON PHONE): Not
in show business, kid.

I'll see you Friday.

Mr. Hazen.

[dial tone]

Good evening, Miss Burke.

Hi, Sammy.

I thought you told me you
were allergic to libraries.

Libraries are all right.

It's the books that bother me.

I see you didn't bring any.

No, actually I'm
here to talk to Kate.

I was hoping-- she doesn't
have a date for the prom yet,

does she?

As of 20 minutes
ago she didn't.

How you doing, Sammy?

Hi, Mr. Smith.

Hi, Kate.

What's wrong with Richard?

What's right with him?

I thought you
didn't like libraries.

Oh, I don't.

But this is kind of
a special occasion.

It is?

Kate, I had a long talk
with Mr. Smith this afternoon.

And it got me thinking
about history.

It did?

Did you know that
Napoleon was only 5 feet 4?

And his wife, Josephine,
was 3 inches taller?

And there's Dudley Moore.

He's shorter than me.

And Susan Anton is
taller than you,

and they almost got married.

I mean, look, I'm not that
much shorter than you.

I think I've grown a
lot this last year.

Sammy, what are
you talking about?

I'm talking about the prom.

Oh.

Will you go with me?

I already rented
a tux, but I don't

want you to feel any pressure.

You know how much
I like you, Sammy.

How much?

Excuse me, Sammy.

Oh, Sammy, I think your
elevator socks may be shedding.

[laughs]

Forget I asked.

Mr. Smith.

Hey, weren't you
back in the library?

You left kind of fast, Sammy.

I didn't have much choice.

Why?

What did she say?

She said something
like she liked me, but.

But what?

But who cares?

I knew what she
was going to say.

I mean, the way she
looked at me when

that creep, Davies, came over.

I don't know why I ever
thought she'd go with me.

Come on, Sammy.

You're not going to give
up because of somebody

like Richard Davies, are ya?

Not because of him.

Because like a
friend of mine said,

you're either a
comedian or a teenager.

Well, I'm through
being a teenager.

See you, Mr. Smith.

JONATHAN SMITH: Looks
great, doesn't it?

I suppose.

I wish the net was up.

I want to work on my spikes.

Is that all you think
about, volleyball?

Why not?

It's all I have.

Well, now you sound
like your friend, Sammy.

He has to be a clown
because he's too short.

You have to play volleyball
because you're too tall.

You two barely
started out in life

and you've already set more
limitations for yourselves

than society ever would.

Sammy doesn't have
to limit himself.

He can be anything
he wants to be.

Except your date at the prom.

If I went with
him, people would

laugh at us, Mutt and Jeff.

And I can already hear
Richard Davies talking.

JONATHAN SMITH: Nobody
laughs at your mom and dad.

What are you talking about?

Well, your mom was
taller than your dad.

Nobody laughed at
them at the prom.

As a matter of fact,
they won king and queen.

My dad wasn't
shorter than my mom.

He was taller.

Well, not according
to this, a Lincoln High

yearbook from 25 years ago.

Take a look at the picture.

I found it in the library.

They make a cute
couple, don't they?

He died when I was 10, but
I remember him as being tall.

Well, he wouldn't be the
first kid to sprout up after he

got out of high school.

Of course, I don't think
it bothered your mother

one way or the other.

If height meant everything,
you would all be

in love with Andre the Giant.

You just don't understand.

Oh, I think I do.

You tell me you don't want
to go to the prom with Sammy

because he's too short.

The fact of the
matter is you don't

want to go with him because
you think you're too tall.

I am too tall.

Oh, it's only in your mind.

You're a lovely girl,
Kate, who remembers

herself as a gangly
10-year-old who was

a head taller than the boys.

Don't you think you ought to
put the tough times behind you

and get on with your life?

As far as Richard
Davies laughing at you,

who cares if a yo-yo
like that laughs?

You know, you're right.

I wonder if Sammy still
wants to go with me.

All you can do is ask him.

Yeah, see ya.

Oh, and thanks.

What will it be?

Fill it up with unleaded.

Yes, sir.

Want me to get the windshield?

Yeah.

Mr. Briggs, when did
you start working here?

I started today.

RICHARD: You gotta be kidding!

What do you mean?

Well, nothing.

It's just that-- you're not
working at the aircraft plant

anymore?

PETE BRIGGS: No.

How come?

Well, I decided it's
never too late in life

to try something
more challenging.

What?

Challenging?

Now if the 20
questions are over,

I'll get to the windshield.

Oh, yeah, sure,
go right ahead.

Where did Dad go today?

I don't know.

He wasn't here when I came home.

How's your new job?

It's OK.

OK, Danny, the car's all
gassed up and ready to go.

Dad, you didn't have to take
that lousy gas station job.

Listen, when you're out of
work, no job is a lousy job.

Besides, I didn't
take it because I--

I've given up hope of
getting my old job back.

I took it because I care
about you very much.

And I'll do whatever I have
to do to support this family,

no matter what anybody
thinks or anybody says.

C-- come on, get dressed.

The prom will be starting soon.

I can't go.

I don't have a date.

If I knew that my best
girl was going to be there,

I wouldn't miss a chance
for a dance or two.

Get going.

Danny, if you see Mr.
Smith at the prom,

give him a message for me.

Sure.

Tell him-- tell him
if his car breaks down

in the near future to bring
it into Bill's, I'll take

good care of him.

I'll tell him, Dad.

I love you, you know that?

Yeah, well, you were always
a sucker for a man in uniform.

Come on, what's
the matter with you?

It's your big break tonight.

Who cares about a prom?

That's kids stuff, right.

Knock 'em dead tonight.

Sammy, Kate wants
to talk to you.

Oh, why does she keep calling?

Tell her I'm late.

I got to get to the club.

Sammy--

Mom, please, she's only been
calling to say she's sorry,

can we still be friends.

I don't need people
feeling sorry for me.

KATE: I don't feel
sorry for you.

Kate, I thought you
were on the phone.

I tried the phone.

But you wouldn't answer.

Yeah, well, look,
I understand--

No, you don't.

I wasn't feeling sorry for you.

I was feeling sorry for myself.

For what?

For being too
tall, that's what.

Well, I don't know about you,
but I'm tired of worrying

about my height.

And I'm not going
to do it anymore.

Now, you want to go
to the prom or not?

Yeah.

yeah, I do.

Me too.

Let's go.

Hey, can you give me a minute?

Why?

I got to take some
socks out of my shoes.

Oh, stop it.

Oh, how are you doing
tonight, Mr. Smith?

Oh, just fine, Richard.

Melanie, you look lovely.

Thank you.

But what about me?

You look lovely too, Richard.

Oh, Mr. Smith, he's
a funny guy, isn't he?

You look lovely too.

[MUSIC - "THAT'S WHAT FRIENDS
ARE FOR"]

Hi, Nicole.

Love the tux, Coach.

Who's your friend?

Oh, this is Brad.

He came down from Hampton
School to take me to the prom.

Hey, Coach.

How's it going?

Listen, Nicole, he
may have brought you,

but he's not going
to take you home.

I am calling this bozo a cab.

Listen, son, the next time
somebody asks you out,

I hope you know how to behave.

Now, let's go.

Hey, suppose I
don't want to go.

What?

Suppose I don't
want to go, what

are you going to do about it?

Oh, son, you
don't want to know.

Let's go.

Did you get your
little friend in a cab?

Yeah.

His old man ought to
pinch his head off.

Hey, Coach.

Hey, Mr. Smith.

Hey, you two
look great tonight.

Boy, they sure do.

Thanks.

I'll save you a dance.

Only if I lead.

Have a good time.

It was so humiliating.

I don't know why I asked
Brad in the first place.

I don't believe it.

Will you look what's coming?

Will you look at that dress?

Whoa, look at that cake.

Isn't that great?

It's terrific.

Oh, Kate, where did
you get that dress?

My mother made it.

Oh, well, it certainly
is, uh, different.

She means you
never looked better.

Well, you don't look
too bad yourself, Sammy.

Are you wearing your
elevator socks tonight?

As a matter of fact, I am.

Are you wearing your
mother's underwear tonight?

Come on, Kate.

Let's dance.

[music - "cherish"]

Does that look silly
or does that look silly?

Oh, Richard, some people don't
care what other people think.

I know.

Isn't it wonderful?

Excuse me.

Danny, glad you can make it.

Yeah, me too.

Is Melanie here yet?

Yeah, I saw her
a few minutes ago.

Oh, there she is,
over by the buffet.

Well, I guess I'll
go over and say hello.

Good luck.

Oh, Mr. Smith, my dad wants
you to know that if you ever

have any car
trouble, he's working

at a Bill's Gas Station,
he'll take good care of you.

JONATHAN SMITH: You
tell him thanks for me.

Right.

Hi.

Hi.

Where's your date?

Hmm, I don't know.

He's campaigning I think.

Where's yours?

I came alone.

I thought you had
to work tonight.

Yeah, well, I--

I didn't.

I sort of made that up.

That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

These last few
months, I guess I've

been acting a little strange.

A lot strange.

Right, a lot strange.

You see, my dad--

RICHARD: Hey, Danny boy.

Fancy meeting you here.

You know, you would never guess
who I ran into this afternoon

at the gas station,
your old man.

Gee, it must be
quite a come down,

one day building jets, and
the next day pumping gas.

That's what I've been
trying to tell you.

My dad got laid off.

He's been working
at a gas station

until his company
gets a new contract.

Oh, he was working too.

My windshields have
never been cleaner.

Hey, listen, if he ever
needs a recommendation--

He doesn't need any
recommendation from you.

My dad takes pride in his work,
no matter what he's doing.

I love my dad and I'm
very proud of him.

I couldn't afford to get a tux.

That's why I didn't
ask you to the prom.

I know I should have
told you the truth--

I understand.
I do.

Uh, hey, listen, I
hate to interrupt things,

but Melanie is my date.

[music playing]

And here's the moment
we've all been waiting for,

the king and queen of
the prom, Mr. Richard

Davies and Miss Melanie Marcus.

Will the king and
queen please step

forward for the royal dance.

Uh, excuse me, um,
they're playing our song.

No, Richard, they're
playing your song.

And you should be out on that
floor with the one person

in this room who
really loves you.

You should dance with yourself.

Well, Nicole, it looks
like you've lucked out.

[music playing]

[theme music]