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(Locker rattles)

(Noise maker squeals) -Anya: Gotcha!

(Giggles and laughs)

Did you do this?

Read it.

Of course I'll go to the formal with you!

You didn't have to go to all this trouble!

I just wanted it to be very, very special.

It'll be everything we've always dreamed.

Hmm. Now, we need photos!

Of me in my dress and you in your suit.

And I was thinking your backyard?

For the photos?

Uh, why don't we do 'em at your place?

As if!

The beautiful gazebo in your mom's garden?

It's perfect!

Yeah.

♪♪

You're getting pretty good at that.

Keeping Anya happy. Nice work.

One minor problem.

She wants to come to my place for formal photos.

Hey, well, come on, you're not that ugly.

Very funny.

Anya can't come to my place.

I told my parents we broke up for good.

After our last breakup, I just

omitted the fact that we got back together.

If she finds out, it's gonna get ugly.

You always know how to make me feel so much better.

All right.

♪♪

♪ Whatever it takes ♪

♪ I know I can make it through ♪

♪ If I hold out ♪

♪ I know I can make it through ♪

♪ Ooooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh ♪

♪ Be the best ♪

♪ The best that I can be ♪

♪ Whatever it takes ♪

♪ I know I can make it ♪

♪ I can make it ♪

♪ I can make it through ♪

♪ Whatever it takes ♪

♪ I know I can make it through ♪

♪♪

Live Bunsen burners mean safety goggles, people!

Put 'em on before you start playing with fire.

Make sure you tie back your long hair...

Danny, Danny, Danny! Hey.

Nice goggles.

You gotta help me out with this Anya thing, man.

So aside from your obvious forgetfulness,

why are you keeping Anya a secret from your folks?

They're anti-girlfriend.

It's the only way we can be together.

(Bubbles sputter)

It's gonna blow up.

You're right. I gotta come clean.

No, the Bunsen burner behind you, dude!

Oh, jeez!

Uh...

(Half laughs)

You shouldn't play with fire!

(P.A. announcement plays, din of students' chatter)

Alli!

We should go to formal together.

(Scoffs) Is that your way of asking me out?

Direct. It's how I roll.

Well, uh, not in a million years.

Whatever. I just thought I would ask

since you always talked about it.

Well, before.

Exactly. Before the pictures and the lying and the...

I'm not even gonna go there.

Read my lips, we're over! Nice haircut.

Johnny: (Grunts smugly)

Don't worry, man. She wasn't the one.

She was one of many.

Yeah.

Forget her.

-Alli: Hey, dork. -Sav: Hey, spaz.

What's with the balloons?

Sav: They're from Anya.

Help me out a sec? -Now what?

I'm trying to run through a scenario. Pretend to be mom.

Do we have to role-play every time you have a crisis?

Come on, Alli. I'm trying to figure out

how to tell them I'm still with Anya.

Why would you do that?

Oh, I don't know,

honesty being the best policy and all?

In our family? You know they're gonna make it impossible

for you guys to be together.

(As her mother) No boyfriends or girlfriends

until college! (Laughs)

(Sing-song) Hello-o!

But if you're gonna come clean, I'm gonna watch.

What's all this?

Uh, they're for spring formal. I told you about it.

Yes, you are going with Peter and Danny.

It's so good you boys aren't obsessed with girls

and dates.

Way to be honest, bro. (Laughs)

(Pool balls clatter)

What about that one?

-Too mouse-like. -Hmm.

What about this one in the T-shirt?

Her knees look sharp.

-Uh...

Well, there's always sweet, sweet Lindsay.

Johnny: The waitress?

I've totally seen her smile at you, dude.

She's a waitress. She smiles at everyone.

No, I think you have a chance.

But isn't she, like, in college?

So what? With that haircut, you look mature.

Kind of. Lindsay!

What are you doing? I didn't even shave.

Hey, guys, what can I get you?

My friend here thinks you're really hot.

Thanks. Johnny, right?

(Uncomfortable grunts) Don't listen to him.

He's dumb.

Oh, so you don't think I'm hot?

No. I-I-I-I-I... (Stammering)

Look, are you guys gonna order something?

Uh, we're fine.

So, can he have your number, sweetheart?

Nice moves, playa. -Shut up.

(Scoffed laughter)

Anya: (Laughs)

(Giggles) Sav, where are we?

We have to get to school.

Minor detour. Don't peek.

Smells amazing.

-Okay. -Wait, is it...?

Take it off.

It's the botanical gardens.

I knew it. (Laughs) I could smell the blossoms.

But what are we doing here?

We walk past here every day.

I thought it'd be the perfect place for our formal photos.

Well, that's very thoughtful of you.

No parents, no distractions.

Just me and you at our own special place.

I will take that as a yes. -It's more than a yes.

It's a beautiful way to start our special night.

Like we always planned.

♪♪

Peter: Then what happened?

And then she said she wanted to make the night "special."

Whoa. Like, very special?

Do you need me to draw you a diagram?

Oh, sexy time, dirty dawg.

But it's not just about that.

I want it to be romantic, classy.

All right, then let's start with the threads.

Wilford Tuxedos is here

for all of our formal attire renting needs.

("Dead on Fashion" by Pop Fascist plays)

♪♪

♪ Hey, sexy mama ♪

♪ Let's get it on ♪

♪ You've got the face, you're about the race ♪

♪ And it turns me on ♪

♪ Hey, sexy baby ♪

♪ Don't make it worse ♪

♪ You got the face don't go to waste ♪

♪ Let's make it hurt ♪

♪ It's in our fashions ♪

♪ You've got the look, you've got the look ♪

♪ So come alive ♪

♪ It's in our fashion ♪

♪ You've got the look, you've got the look ♪

♪ I can't survive ♪

♪♪

Alli: Hey. So, is Anya still talking to you?

Oh, she's more than talking to me.

Ew, you are so gross.

(Sighs) Formal's gonna rock, sis.

I've got it all planned out.

Mrs. Bhandari: Savtaj? Alliah?

I just got off the phone.

The Hassans are coming a week early.

They'll be here tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Is Farrah coming too?

Of course. We've got to moving. Where's the Swiffer?

Uh, but, Mom, tomorrow's my spring formal.

I have to go.

Okay. Maybe you could take Farrah.

Uh, pardon?

I know how important the formal is to you and your friends.

And what better way to get to know

your possible future wife?

(Half laughs) Mom, uh...

Farrah won't have anything to wear, so...

I'll call back to make sure she brings a dress.

I'm sure she'll be delighted.

(Phone beeps)

Maybe I can get Uncle Amir to rent you two a limo.

Yeah. Great.

Alli: You know, it's a good thing

you have everything worked out.

(Snorted laughter)

♪♪

(School bell rings)

You catch the UFC fight last night?

-I'm not talking to you. -Why not?

-'Cause you're a lame-ass. -I made you talk to me.

It's not my fault you couldn't seal the deal with Lindsay.

If you weren't there, I actually might've had a chance.

Right. She's a university chick.

She's outta your league.

Next fall, I'll be in that league.

Unlike you, Mr. Two-credits-shy.

Have fun being the oldest loser in high school.

What? You're some sort of big man now?

Big? Maybe.

Man? Yeah.

And you should try acting like one.

Both: Your future what?

My maybe-possibly future wife.

My parents want me to take her to spring formal.

Danny: Hold on. Rewind.

My parents want me to marry within the culture, right?

So, someone Muslim...

Like, arranged-marriage styles?

More introductory styles.

I don't have to marry her.

But they'd just like it better if I did.

Okay, I'm gonna ask the question

that we're both thinking right now- Is she hot?

I don't know. Last time I saw her, she was 10 years old.

Okay. Second question that we're all thinking,

How do you get two girls and I get none?

It doesn't have to be that way.

Maybe you could take Farrah. Anya doesn't know her by name.

She'll just think you're going with some-

No way, dude. I don't do blind dates.

Isn't your maybe-possible future wife

gonna wonder why she's hanging with this dude anyways?

Maybe she'd play along.

I gotta at least try to pull this off for Anya.

Come on, man. I will pay for your formal ticket.

-Dude, forget it. -And pick you up in a limo.

Come on, man. You gotta help a guy out.

Okay, fine. But you still owe me.

Sav: Anything. You name it.

When the time comes, I will.

Thank you.

Whatcha so excited about?

Uh, I got us a limo.

We're gonna share with Peter and his date.

-A limo?! -Yeah.

Sav, I can't wait.

Um, oh, I took a quiz

to figure out my passion personality.

Cool.

You're nervous.

That's so sweet.

Cosmo said it might happen.

I'm not nervous.

Oh, it's okay.

Everyone's nervous their first time.

Trust me, Sav, it'll be perfect.

♪♪

♪♪

Yo, Johnny.

Hey, what time we hanging tonight?

Can't, got other plans.

Look, you're not still pissed, are you?

Nah, man, I just got other plans.

All right. Fine. Be that way.

All right.

(Keys jingle)

Mrs. Bhandari: Savtaj? Is that you?

Hey, Mom, sorry I'm late. Oh.

Hey. It's nice to see you again.

Hello again, Savtaj.

Savtaj. Mmmm.

I would not have even recognized you.

So tall. -Thank you.

-You remember Farrah. -Yes. Right.

Farrah.

Uh, it's, uh...

It's nice to see you- meet you again.

I-I mean, re-meet you. Uh, it's been...?

Seven years. I know.

You look so different.

You can pick your jaw up off the floor anytime now.

♪♪

(Rock music plays)

(Pool balls clatter)

Lindsay. Hey.

So, how's it goin'?

Pretty good. Where's the ogre?

Oh, you know, under a bridge somewhere.

(Laughs)

I don't know why you hang out with that loser.

He's not that bad.

I guess I don't know him that well.

It's okay.

I mean, I guess you just can't choose your friends.

So you gonna stand there or you gonna make yourself useful?

Yeah, sure.

I've got a passion for cutlery.

Mr. Hassan: So, Sav, what do you plan on doing after your studies?

Uh, well, I really love music.

Maybe tour the world with a band.

I mean, after I get my music PhD, of course.

That sounds really cool.

Don't worry, I keep telling him,

"Sav, 'cool' doesn't pay the bills."

And I keep saying, "Dad, I don't have any bills."

Yes, but when you have a family

and a house and kids, swimming lessons...

Oh, come on, Ameena. Let's not scare them.

They have time still.

But not too much time.

I want to hold my grandchildren before I die.

(Clears throat) Here, Mom,

uh, let me get that for you.

Let me help you with that, Sav.

What? No, you're the guest. You sit down.

Uh, no, I insist. Besides, Dad,

didn't you wanna show them the photos from our trip?

Of Newfoundland, yes. I brought the slide show.

DVD or Blu-ray?

Mr. Bhandari: We have both. Come.

There ya go. All done.

You've got a bright future as a busboy, Johnny.

Yeah, maybe I'll skip university.

(Half laughs) Where are you gonna go?

What are you gonna study?

I'm not sure. I'm good at lots of stuff.

I knew you had to be smarter than you look.

(Half laughs) I'm kidding.

♪♪

So, what are you doing Saturday?

Why? You got something planned?

It's just my spring formal.

Your high school formal?

Yeah, you wanna come?

You're kidding, right?

♪♪

That's sweet, Johnny, but I...

No, no, I-I was just joking anyway. I...

Bruce: Well, well, well.

Lookie here.

I thought you were hanging at home tonight.

Changed my mind.

What the hell was that for?

'Cause now we're even.

If you ever touch me again...

Or what? You're gonna show me

how you're some big university man now? Huh?!

Guys! Knock it off.

This is why I don't hang out with high schoolers.

Then I guess it's time for me to leave.

♪♪

♪ Down with the losers ♪

♪ Down with the losers ♪

I'm sorry, my parents were so

embarrassing back there.

It's not your fault.

This whole thing is just...

-Farrah: Awkward? -Sav: Awkward. Yeah.

Sav: I try not to get freaked out

by the whole arranged-marriage thing.

I know, it seems so old school.

My mom says to think of it

as, like, a family dating service.

As if we're that desperate.

I know.

(Cellphone rings)

Uh, Anya.

It's four missed calls.

Who's Anya?

Uh...

she's my girlfriend.

She's cute.

You should probably call her back.

Yeah. (Dialing)

Uh, Farrah, there's something I gotta be honest about.

It's about the formal.

Anya thinks I'm going with her.

Right.

And your parents are making you go with me.

Yeah.

They don't really know about Anya.

Ah, the secrecy thing.

Been there, done that.

So, you're not mad?

There's a guy I like back home, too. I get it.

So...how we gonna pull this off?

(Knock at the door) Uh...

I'll take these to the kitchen.

-Anya. -Why haven't you been

answering your phone? -What are you doing here?

Dress swatch. I wanted to see if it matched your tie.

Everyone's matching this year.

Now's not a good time.

How come?

Farrah: Sav? Your dad wants you to...

Oh.

Uh, this is Farrah.

Peter's date. His formal date.

I should get back to those dishes.

So that was her?

The possible-future Mrs. Bhandari.

And your parents?

You never told them we got back together, did you?

That's great.

I hope you and Farrah have a nice life.

♪♪

(Bike bell dings, hum of students chatter)

-What's that? -Formal ticket.

It's for me?

Better than going alone.

Thanks.

So...

should we hold hands?

Shut up.

You know, uh, Jonathan, I'm not gonna let you

take advantage of me on the first date.

Man, you're a moron.

Yeah, you're friends with a moron.

A one-of-a-kind moron.

Good luck replacing me when you go away.

Don't worry, Brucie. I won't even try.

All right.

(Johnny squeals in protest, Bruce laughs)

Sav: Anya. Wait. Gimme a second.

Don't talk to me.

I am so sorry about last night.

But everything I'm doing, it's for us.

-Lying? Keeping me a secret? -Exactly.

Keeping you a secret means that every time

I leave the house, my parents don't question me.

It's the only way that we can be together.

They really hate me, don't they?

Nobody hates you.

Well, it's pretty obvious who they like.

Look, the fact that Farrah's here

changes nothing about us or my feelings for you.

So you still wanna go to formal with me?

Of course I do.

The question is, do you still wanna go with me?

(Relieved breath) So badly.

As long as we're together, nothing else matters, right?

You know it. And people are even saying

that we might be the formal king and queen.

Really? That would be incredible.

I know. I know. So, uh, Peter, Farrah and I

will pick you up in the limo.

PA announcement: Attention, Degrassi,

tickets are on sale now for the Degrassi spring formal.

Great.

(Sighs)

(Stapler clicks)

♪♪

Voilà.

Oh, yeah. Great job, Anya.

That'll keep those pesky formal guests out.

Are you feeling all right?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Have you two heard about this?

My sources tell me that Peter's taking

some "Farrah" girl as his date for the formal.

-"Sources"? -Fine. Danny.

Check your sources, it's not a real date.

Anya with the insider info. Go on.

Farrah's the girl Sav's kinda, sorta,

not really arranged to be married to.

He can't go unless she comes too,

so he pawned her off on Peter.

That's why you're so spaced out.

No, it's no big deal.

So, his parents think that she's his date?

No, but I'm his real date.

Will his boutonniere match your corsage or hers?

Uh, I don't know.

So you're letting him have his cake and eat it, too?

-There's no cake. -Oh, there's cake, all right.

Look, Sav and I love each other.

Farrah being here isn't gonna change anything.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪ Whatever it takes ♪

♪ I know I can make it through ♪

♪ If I hold out ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ I know I can make it through ♪

♪ I know I ♪

♪ I know I can make it through ♪