All language subtitles for Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990) - S03E02 - The Twins, the Trustee, and the Very Big Trip (480p DVD x265 Panda)_track4_[eng]

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WOMAN (over P.A.):
Dr. Coniff,
Emergency Room One, stat.

Dr. Coniff, Emergency Room One,
stat.

DAVID:
There were hundreds of babies
born in Los Angeles County

two days ago.

Black babies, white babies,
big babies and small babies.

But only one baby so special
that she'll go through life

with the name...

Damn it, lady,
get out of there!

(sighs)

The nurse ruined
my shot again.

I gotta do it
one more time.

David, visiting hours
were over an hour ago.

Mel and Jackie are going
to be bringing it home

first thing
tomorrow morning.

It's not like you're
not gonna

get another chance
to see it pooping
and drooling

for the rest
of its life.

Don't worry, Erin,

your sister's just jealous
'cause you're so gorgeous.

I didn't say
you weren't gorgeous.

The truth is,
at this point,

the only way
anybody can tell it's a girl

is because they wrap her
in a pink blanket.

I got news for you, Kel.

That's not the only way
they can tell it's a girl.

You are so disgusting.

(chuckles)

See you at home, kiddo.

Welcome to the world.

JIM:
She's ungrateful,

she's deceitful,
she's irrational.

What we've got here is a
manipulative little girl,

who is spoiled rotten
to the core.

I can't listen
to this anymore.

Honey, I don't blame you.

If anything, I blame myself.

All those years, she was daddy's
"little bunnyfish."

Whatever Brenda want,
Brenda got.

Kisses and hugs.

No questions asked.

No wonder she has
no respect

for parental authority.

She's out of control!
Out of control!

No, Jim, she is in
perfect control,

and she's been ever since
you decided

to go to war with Dylan McKay.

Are you forgetting how many
times she has blatantly lied

to us in the last six weeks?

Of course not, but stomping
around the house threatening

to use
"the full extent of the law",

that's not going to bring
our family back together again.

I just can't sit back
and do nothing, knowing

that she shacked up
with that guy.

Honey, I know how you feel.

What do you propose
we do about it?

I mean, lock her
in a chastity belt,

keep her in her room until we're
ready to become grandparents?

For starters.

Oh, I haven't slept in two days.

Look, why don't we just hold out
for another day or two

and see what happens?

And if that doesn't work?

Then we wring her neck.

I'm going out.

What?

Could you turn off
the vacuum cleaner?

I can't hear you.

Let me turn off
the vacuum cleaner.

Sorry.
What were you saying?

Bren, I appreciate you cleaning
up around here, I really do,

but could you wait
until I'm gone?

Sure.

Are you going to the beach?

Yeah, maybe.

When do you think
you'll be back?

Tonight.
Don't, don't worry about it.

I'm not worried.
It's just that I don't know

if you want me to fix dinner.

It's a little hard to start
thinking about dinner

when you haven't even had
breakfast yet.

I'm sorry. Do you want me
to fix you something?

Some eggs?
Toast, cereal?

Bren, I'm not hungry,

okay?

(vacuum cleaner starts)

(vacuum cleaner stops)

Hey, I'm sorry.

Even on good days,

I can be a bear
in the morning.

But I do love you,
you know that.

You'd better not be
saying that

just to make me
feel better.

I'll be back tonight.

Oh, um,

we are in desperate need
of some laundry detergent.

Can you pick some up
at the market

on your way back, please?

No problem.

And while you're at the store,

you might as well
get something for dinner.

Some fish, chicken...
whatever you want.

Doesn't matter.
I'll be here.

Have a nice day.

They stuck you with a
temperamental lounge chair, huh?

Yeah, you'd think
The Beverly Hills Beach Club

could afford one what works.

No, that'd be too easy.

(chuckles)

This puppy's worthless,
but if you go over there,

I think you'll find
what I truly believe

is the best spot on the beach.

Really? Why is it so good?

Well, great breeze
off the ocean, rays all day,

and it just happens to be right
next to where I'm sitting.

I'm Steve Sanders.

Hi, Steve. I'm Rorie.

Yes, you are.

This is so weird.

This is just like nostalgia.

I mean, this is our very last

farewell-to-the-Beach-Club-
burger.

Donna, what
are you talking about?

We're not leaving
for three days.

I know. I just have
so much packing to do.

You haven't packed yet?

Maybe I shouldn't be going.

Donna,
are you getting cold feet again?

Kelly, I don't
even speak French.

So you'll take a dictionary.

It's no big deal.

I gotta agree.
Studying in Paris

for six weeks is a
tres cool concept.

I know, I'm just going
to miss you so much.

Excuse me.

Um, are Brenda and her parents
back on speaking terms yet?

Hardly. Why?

Hello, Mrs. Walsh.

Congratulations.

Oh, thank you.

So what's it like having a new
little person in the house?

Great.

It's pretty cool.

I think we'll let her stay
around for awhile.

How's your mom doing?

Well, she's tired.

But then, I guess you know
what it's like having kids.

Yes, in fact, I do.

Uh, listen,

have any of you seen Brandon?

No.

Excuse me, they said somebody
got locked out of their cabana?

I think I'll die of
embarrassment now.

Oh, the shame of it.

Can you ever forgive me?

It'll be tough,

but I think I can rise
to the occasion.

Steve, want to hear
a poem I just wrote?

Do I have a choice?
Nope.

Here it is.

"Don't look now,
the summer has begun.

The babes have landed,
and guess who just landed one?"

All right!

Stud mania out of control.

Well, guess who else
met a girl today?

You?

Earthquake material.

Must be contagious.

Ah! I hope not.

I'm going out with her tonight.

You work fast.

I've got to;
she's only going to

be in L.A. for a week.

Mine, too.
She's going back to Florida.

Visiting her Aunt Betty
in Brentwood.

Is that the girl you asked out?

Yeah.

Me, too.

No.

Yes!

Steve, now settle.

Brandon, I met her first.

Steve, it's customary in America

for women to have
some sort of say

over who they're gonna go out
with, is it not?

Fine. She's yours.

You go out with her.

Steve, what's
your problem?

Brandon, I'm not going

to compete with you
over a girl.

I know what
she's going to say.

I've been down
that road before.
She's going to say...

Hey, Steve,
how ya doin'?

See ya in a couple of hours.

Twins?!

Could this be?

Twins.
You jerk.

What can I say, man,
other than "Wanna double date?"

(laughs)

Yeah!

ANDREA:
So the rage at camp is to come
up with these "hip" nicknames.

And we got Maya Papaya,
Briana Banana

and Heather The Feather.

So what's your
"hip" nickname?

Andrea Schmandria.

(chuckles)

Lovely. So what
would mine be,

like, uh, Landon Brandon?

"Walsh Rarebit."

Ooh, et tu, Brute?

Oh, yes, et tu.
Ciao-ciao.

'Night, chief.

Bye.

Mom.

Oh, fancy
meeting you here.

Yeah, guess I just
don't think

of you and Dad as
members yet, sorry.

Well, that's okay,
neither do we.

(chuckles)

So when's Dad
finally going

to show his ugly
mug down here?

Oh, not until
we find a way

to break this impasse
with Brenda.

Have you heard from her?

No, but I think
that's mostly because

she doesn't want me
to get stuck

in the middle
of it again.

I understand.

I just wonder
how she'd react

if you did get
in touch with her.

I mean, on your own,
of course.

I'm just curious
what she'd say.

I don't know, Mom.

Want me to call her
up and find out?

Or you could go over there
in person

to see how she's doing--
I mean, if you want.

And put myself right back
in the middle of it?

I'm not asking you
to spy on her, Brandon,

but something's got
to give.

Mom, you know
your tan sports sack,

the one
you always travel with?

I'm familiar with it.

Is it okay

if Donna borrows it
for the summer.

Why not? I'm not
going anywhere.

It's all set.

Okay, I'll bring it
by tomorrow.

Donna, stop worrying.

Everything will be okay.

I love you, too.

Good-bye.

Geez, talk about Miss Jitters.

Is she scared
of flying?

Scared of packing.

(chuckles)

Oh, my God,
you're nursing.

Well, we're trying.

That's...
so maternal instinct.

That's me.

I'm mama.

Mama.

And this is Kelly.

Can you say Kelly?

By the time she gets
back from Paris,

you'll be such a big girl,
she won't even know you.

Yes, you will.

Do you want to hold her?

Is it okay?

Sure, she won't bite.

She doesn't have any teeth.

Just be sure and hold
her head up for support.

Okay.

Are you ready?

Yeah.

You got it.
There you go.

There you go.

Hey, there, munchkin.

Oh, she smells like toast.

Right out of the oven.

Hi, baby.

I'm your sister.

(chuckles)

Can you say Kelly?

Can you?

You want half this
burrito, babe?

It's really good.

I'm fine, thank you.
You sure?

Yeah, I'm not really
into frozen lard

and hydrogenated bean oil.

Did you or did you not
tell me I could get

anything I wanted?
I also said

we desperately needed
to do a load of laundry.

If you were so desperate,
why didn't you go to the store?

In what car, Dylan?
You were gone all day!

You should've walked!
You know,

I would've walked, but you
told me you were going.

I went!
Oh, and just forgot to get
everything that we needed!

(doorbell rings)

Look, Dylan...
Listen, Brenda...

(doorbell rings)

Hi, guys.

Did I come at a bad time?

No, not at all.

Yeah, come on in.

Thanks.

I was just on my way
to the store.

I got to get some detergent.

But I'll be back.

Are you hungry?

Yeah, what do you got?

Oh, there's a killer bean
burrito in the freezer in there.

Cool.

Later, chief.

(exhales):
Long time, no see.

How you doing?
Couldn't be better.

BRANDON:
So she's looking me
straight in the eye, telling me

how wonderful
everything is,

and I can tell she's
lying through her teeth.

But when I press her on it,

she gets up
and starts washing the dishes.

You say she and
Dylan are fighting?

Well, not while I was there,

but I could tell
the vibes weren't so hot.

How do you know that?

Without compromising
your neutrality.

Let me put it to
you this way, Dad.

Dylan's sleeping by
himself on the couch.

(sighs):
Thank God for small favors.

CINDY:
Well, did she ask

how your father
and I are doing?

Uh, no, not really.

She said something about
digging in her heels,

but I think if you
held out an olive branch

she might just
come around.

And do what, forgive us

for all the terrible things
we haven't done?

Come on, Brandon,
from what you're saying,

to convince Brenda
to come around

will take a court injunction
or a miracle worker.

(groans softly)

KELLY:
Hi, Mom.

Kelly...

what are you doing?

Well, Erin started crying,

so I thought
I should change her diaper.

Well, honey, that was
very sweet of you.

I'm sorry she
woke you up.

No, she didn't wake me;
I wasn't sleeping.

What have you been doing

for the last six hours?

Watching her.

But when I was rocking her
and she looked up at me...

it was, like,
I started thinking,

this is the miracle of life.

I'm holding the perfect
essence of the universe

right here in my arms.

This is getting
a little philosophical

for 4:30 in the morning.

No, just hear me out, because
what really blows me away...

Look at her.

She looks exactly like me.

Yes, she does.

(laughs)

And that's because
she's my sister,

and you're my mom.

This is my family...

and I'm a major part of it for
the very first time in my life,

and I don't want to miss
any part of that.

And that's why...

I'm not going away
for the summer.

Kelly, what are you saying?

I've already been to Europe
three times.

I don't need to be sent away
to find myself.

What I need to do
is stay here...

where I belong.

Huh?

You think so,
too, don't you?

(laughs)

(TV playing)

(knock at door)
(doorbell rings)

Bonjour, travelers.

(sobbing)
Oh, Donna...

Donna, what's wrong?

Her mom's making
her go to Paris.

(Donna snorting, sobbing)

Can we come in?

Stop crying.

I'm not blaming, Kelly--
I just wish

she would've blown off the trip
while my mom

still could've gotten
her deposit back.

It's not like I
did it on purpose.
I know.

I think it's great
that you're bonding

with this new life force,
but are you telling me

this has nothing to do
with Jake?
No.

If anything, I'm trying
to put him out of my head.

(groans):
I can't spend a whole summer
in Paris by myself.

Donna, you'll meet people,
you'll make friends.

I mean, you'll be in Paris.

La ville de la lumiere.

La ville
des jolies poules.

Well, it's easy for you to say--
you speak French.

Un petit peu.

I speak nothing.

Donna, it's okay.
It's an immersion program.

You'll be parlez-vous-ing
before you know it.

Are you still gonna
help me pack?

I promised you I would.

Yeah, you also promised to be
my roommate for the summer.

Donna, I'm sorry.

How could I have known
that I would be so connected

by the sensation of finally
being part of a real family,

you know?

So... what are you doing
after tomorrow?

Oh, yeah, right,
I'll be a stowaway

in one of your suitcases.

Oh, come on,
it would be so much fun

to be with you in Paris.

Yeah, but since
I'm not talking to my parents,

it'd be kind of hard
to hit them up

for the money to send me there.

Yeah, and plus
you'd have to leave Dylan.

What about me?
I'm leaving David.

Oh, this is different.

Brenda and Dylan
are living together.

They're making a statement,
a beautiful statement.

How's it going?

It couldn't be better.

DYLAN:
I'm telling you Brandon,
she's making me crazy.

I kind of got that
last night.

Oh, you don't know
the half of it.

Dylan, to be truthful,
I don't want to know
the half of it.

I don't want
to know any of it.

I mean, it's one thing
if you're putting down
my old man, but...

Aah, when it comes to my sister,
I'd still want to hear it.

Oh, no, don't get
me wrong, man, I mean,
I love your sister,

but was she always so
into ironing everything?

(laughs):
Only when she gets depressed.

Oh, that's terrific.

Look at it this way--
you could always just
ship her home.

No, I can't, man--
there's a major principle
involved here.

And what principle
is that, Dylan?

Misery loves company?

Hi, Mom.

(chuckles):
Brenda.

Kelly said that you were
at the Beach Club yesterday

asking about me, so I
just wanted to stop in

and assure you that
I'm alive and well,

and despite our recent
fallout with you guys,

that... everything's great

and I'm very happy
about my decision.

Which decision is that?

To be with Dylan
in the open.

Ah.

As a matter of fact,
I'm happier than I've been

in a long time,
probably my whole life.

(chuckles):
Well...

um, I'm glad you're happy.

I am.

I'm glad.

It's not always easy, though.

Wha-What's not easy?

You know, life,
day-to-day routine.

You know, the place
looks the same.

Feels different, though--
I guess that's because
I'm not here anymore.

You're here now.

I can't stay, Mom,
not under his rules.

Not until he can show
me a little respect.

Respect is something
you earn, Brenda.

Uh, listen, before I forget,
I got a couple of cassettes

on how to speak French
for Kelly and Donna.

Oh, just Donna.

Kelly decided to stay
in town with Jackie and
baby Erin for the summer.

Really?

(chuckles):
Yeah, can you believe it?

I mean, I'm sure the
baby is cute and all,
but if it were me,

I would give anything to
be able to study in Paris.

Well, I hope you know
what you're doing
with Dylan, honey.

Uh, just lock the door
when you leave.

Wh-Where are you going?

The Beach Club.
Have a nice day.

Brandon.
Hey, man, just in time
to grab your own wheels.

The girls aren't here yet.
Yeah.

Um, there's a little proposition
I'd like to float by you

before they get here.
Why do I have a feeling
I'm not gonna like this?

Oh, you're gonna love it--
it's convincing them

to go along with it,
that's gonna be
the tricky part.

Go on.
Okay.

Today we do everything
like we planned.

I'm with Rorie,
you're with Claire,

we hang out,
we go to the movies.

But tomorrow,

we pull the old switcheroo.

I'll be with Claire,
and you be with Rorie.

How does that grab you?
I don't know, Steve.

Brandon, come on, this is
pure Fantasy Island time.

Two for the price of one.

That way, if one of them
turns out to be a dud,

neither one of us
has to suffer.

Wait a second,

didn't you go out
with Rorie last night.

Yeah.

What, was it a
total disaster?

Oh, no, no, no.
She's a great girl.

She's tons of fun.

Uh-huh. But...?

But we spent most of the evening
in the emergency room at Cedars.

She thought she had
food poisoning.

They didn't pump
her stomach or anything,

but what a way
to get acquainted.

Who the hell goes
to a crab house
and orders squid?

You know?

Brandon, you
shouldn't be laughing.

This wouldn't be that funny
if it happened to you.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I can't help it.

You know what,
you got a real mean streak.

You know that, don't you?

I'm sorry.

So, how's the patient?

Well, she's more embarrassed
than anything else,

but... she'll be fine.

She just has to lie down
for a while.

Well, I'll lie
down with her

if it'll make her
feel better.

(laughs):
I bet you would.

Hey, listen,
are you hungry?
Starving.

Order me something yummy, and
I'll meet you up on the deck.

That's cool.

You are a lucky
guy, Walsh.

You meet a girl, and
immediately you get
Karma for life.

I meet a beautiful
damsel in distress,

and it turns out I'm
the one in distress.

Steve, Rorie's cool--
she's just having
a bad run of luck.

Being in the sun was
too intense for her.
Want to trade?

Don't be a jerk,
all right?

We're all gonna
go out tonight,

we're gonna have
a great time.

You'll see--
everything'll be fine.
Yeah.

JIM:
She was here?

She was in this house,
and you didn't lock her
in the basement?

We don't have a basement, Jim.
Well, we should get one.

Look, I felt the same way you do

until it dawned on me
why she came over here.

She came here to raid
our refrigerator,

and bring more clothes
back to Dylan's house.

She was looking for a way
to make peace, Jim.

How can you say that?

Did she apologize?

Did she express any concern
for our feelings?

Did she do anything
other than

insult you and announce
that she will never

live in this house
under our rules again?

Fine, if all you want to do
is escalate the battle,

then by all means,
call your lawyer friend

and go on the attack.

But if you have any interest
in regaining the love

and loyalty of
the only daughter

we're going to have
in this lifetime,

then I strongly suggest
that you sit down

and listen to what
I have to say for a change.

I'm listening.

Hallelujah.

Was I supposed
to bring home dinner?

I don't know.
Were you?

Who cares, right?

I care.

Yeah, you do.

Do you need me
to go to the market?

Dylan, I just want you
to hold me.

Oh, baby.

What are we doing?

I don't know.

But whatever we're doing,
Bren, we gotta stop.

I mean, we gotta stop
pretending that we're married

or we're going to
get a divorce.

I saw my mother today.

Where?

My house.

Then she had to go and
I was there all by myself,

so I went upstairs and
sat in my father's chair.

For the first time,
I starting thinking

that maybe my family
would've been better off

if we had just
stayed in Minnesota.

And then I started
thinking about you.

Hmm, Brenda, just,
just one thing.

STEVE:
Well, you're feeling
much better, aren't you?

You slept it off
most of the day.

The swelling's down.

You haven't eaten
shellfish in 24 hours.

Look, I don't know,

I honestly think we may
have turned a corner here.

What? What's wrong?

I'm having an attack
of sinusitis.

What's wrong?

It's from the trustees
of the Estate of Dylan McKay.

It's a summons to appear in
your father's office tomorrow.

12:00.

What for?

He's going after my money.

He's informed the bank

that he's considering
freezing my accounts.

What does that mean?

That means he's playing
for keeps.

Brandon, what's
fair is fair.

And what's stupid and insulting
is stupid and insulting.

Okay, now we all know
who got the stupid one.

Steve, if you want
to go out with Claire,

just call her up
and ask her.

I don't care.
I'm not going to make a stink

about some girl who's going back
to Florida in a couple days.

But don't make me
go out with Rorie

just because you got some
fantasy thing about twins.

What if Rorie wants
to go out with you?

I guarantee you something,

if you call Rorie
and tell her

you want to pull
a little switcheroo,

her and her sister
will be so insulted,

neither of them will
ever talk to us again.

You want to bet?

6:30 going once...

6:30 going twice...

Sold to the cute girl
from Ft. Lauderdale.

Steve, get off the phone.

Right, so I'll see you then.

And please tell Rorie
I'm glad she's feeling better.

Yeah, you never know, she and
Brandon just may hit it off.

Steve.

I'll see you around 6:30.

Bye, babe.

Refresh my memory.

Did we have a little wager
on this deal here?

Tell me, how'd you know
they'd go for it?

Even when you were with Claire,

I sensed there was some
chemistry going on between us.

I would've said something,
but I didn't want to get into

a competitive thing with you
over some girl.

Oh, no.
Not you, Steve.

6:30.

Mind if I join you?

Go ahead.

Donna, when are you
going to Europe?

Day after tomorrow.

Well, are you all packed?

Oh, my God!

What did I say?

You have to come
with me, David.

That's all there is to it.

Donna, I'd get on that plane
in a minute if I could,

but if there's any hope
of me graduating early,

I've got to go
to summer school

and get my math and
science requirements

out of the way.
I really feel
for you, Donna.

I can't believe Kelly's
gonna shine on Europe

just so she can stay home
and moon over some baby.

She's really flipped out.

No, she hasn't.

I mean, Paris is Paris,

but you have to admit,
it's an awfully cute baby.

Yeah, my mom's breast feeding.

It's hard to do
all the feedings

without getting
sleep deprivation,

so I give her her bottle
on the 4:00 shift.

4:00 in the morning?

Yeah, but it's worth it.

I get to spend a lot of
private time with the baby.

Bren, you have to meet her.

She is so alert,

so precious.

I could just eat her up.

Well, I can't wait.

Look, I've got to get off.

Well, call me later.

I will.

Well, here goes nothing.

No, here goes a lot.

Look, Dylan,
the fact that

you're going to
my father's office

to stand up
for what's right,

means more to me
than you'll ever know.

Brenda, your father
is my trustee.

He sent me a summons.

It's not like
I have a choice.

But if you did have a choice,

I know you'd be there for me.

JIM:
It's come to the attention

of the trust
that you are currently

co-habitating with a minor.

And you are aware
that she's under 18.

All right.

As the officer sworn
to protect and maintain

the integrity of your estate,

it is my obligation not to
accept any conduct on your part

which puts the estate
at risk...

and by harboring a minor,

you are technically
committing statutory rape.

I knew it.

Therefore, according to
the terms of the trust,

I am left with no choice
but to impound

any and all assets
of the trust

until you cease and desist

in engaging
in any activity

which is not in the best
interest of the trust.

Come on, man, you got
a lot of other options

instead of going after me.

You just choose
not to acknowledge them.

It is not my fault

that you can't communicate
with your daughter.

You're right.

It's not your fault.

It's your problem.

(sighs)

What was I
supposed to do?

She showed up
on my doorstep.

I didn't want her
to move in.

I knew it
was a mistake.

I knew it'd
make you crazy.

And the fact is, my place
just isn't all that big.

Things are getting
a little bit cramped

over there, huh, Dylan?

Yeah, yeah, they are.

All right.

Here's the deal.

Brenda is going to be
offered the chance

to study in Paris this summer.

If you don't stand in her way,

but instead help Cindy
and me to convince her

that it's in her
best interest to go,

well, everyone's problem
might just go away.

That's blackmail.

We choose to think of it as...

"creative parenting."

Steve.

Brandon, get dressed.

The girls will
be here any minute.

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

As a self-respecting twin,

I can't go through with
this switcheroo thing.

Well, it's a little late

for that now, Brandon.

Look, why don't you
go out with Claire

and have a good time.

I'll break it with Rorie.

Whatever.

I just never figured you
for a PG-13 kind of guy.

Rorie.

Uh, Brandon's over there.

Hi, Rorie.

Hi, Brandon.

Listen, this is going
to sound absurd but...

You're not Rorie.

Shh...!

Someone's got to
teach him a lesson.

Well, we can go
to dinner now

or we could go upstairs
to my mom's cabana

and watch the sunset.

It's a killer view.

What do you say, Claire?

Let's go for it,
big boy.

Hey.

Why didn't you call?

I've been climbing
the walls.

After the meeting, I just
got in the car and drove.

It was that bad, huh?

Actually, no.

I just needed some time

to sort a few
things out.

(speed dialing)

You know your red dress?

Yeah.

Put it on.

We're going out?

Uh-huh, dinner at
your parent's house.

We have to be there in
about a half an hour.

No way, Dylan.
Not with the way my father's

been treating us.
Brenda.

Dylan, no.

And with the way he's been
hassling you about your estate,

I don't want to go over there
ever again, and that's that.

No, Bren,
that is not that.

Wait till you taste
my patented mucho marvelous

mango margaritas.

Hey, if you're gonna be
drinking,

I don't want to be
driving with you.

Well, in that case,

we'll just have to
stay here all night.

Oh, that ought to be
interesting.

I've wanted to do that
since I first saw you.

Hey, didn't you say
the same thing to Rorie

the night you took her
to the crab house?

No, no, Rorie and I
had nothing going on.

She's a good sport...

she's boring.

You think so?

Yeah.

She's not nearly as hot
or sexy as you are.

Let's do it.

Let's go for it.

Come on, Claire.

I'm not Claire,
you dumb guy, I'm Rorie.

What?

You are such a slimy seal,

you couldn't even
tell the difference.

(doorbell rings)

Good timing!

Just took the fish
off the grill.

I'm not hungry.

Well, why don't
you come in anyway?

Fine. As long as
you both understand

the only reason
I'm here is because
Dylan asked me.

It's nice to see you, too,
sweetie.

Brenda, can I speak to you
for a moment, please?

Look, I know
you're angry,

but could you
please try not
to say something

you're going
to regret later?

Fine. I won't say
anything at all.

Sauce is

delicious, dear.

Thank you.

It's a pink bearnaise.

It's made with tomatoes
and peppers and zucchini.

Sounds very original.

Well, it's from my authentic
April in Paris cookbook.

You ought to
give it to Donna.

Or to you.

What?

Do you have
the envelope?

This is a round-trip ticket
to Paris.

Look. Has your name on it.

And I understand there's a lycee
on the Rue Des Jardins

that is holding a space for you

under the name
of Kelly Taylor.

You're actually sending me
to Paris?

Well, it gives us
some breathing space,

and a way to start all over
again when you get back.

And a clever way
to keep me from Dylan.

Brenda...

That's what this is all about,
isn't it?

A bribe.

A way to buy my love.

God! This is so Beverly Hills!

I can't believe I'm sitting
in the same room with you!

Bren...

Have any other suggestions?

DYLAN:
Brenda, you got to calm down.

I'll be fine as
soon as I get
out of this house.

No. Listen to me.

You're not thinking
clearly here.

If I'm not, Dylan,
it's because of them.

Look, they are
manipulative.

They are arrogant.
They are mean.

Well, yeah,
They're your parents.

But, Bren,
they're not perfect, okay?

So who is?

Listen to you.

I'm being realistic here, okay?

So what if your father's motives
are bogus and heavy-handed?

So what if he's trying to set
our agenda for us again?

We are talking about a chance
to see Paris, okay?

I've been there.
You haven't.

And I think that
you're making a big mistake

if you let this opportunity

to see that part
of the world slip by

just because your father
pushes you too hard,

and doesn't know
when to let go.

Do you know
what I'm saying?

Look, Brenda,
it's obvious that you are

as frustrated and angry with us
as we are with you.

But you should know
that sending you to Paris

was my brilliant idea,
not your father's. In fact,

he predicted
you'd see it as a ploy

to keep you
and Dylan apart.

Are you telling
me the thought

never even entered
into your mind?

Look, maybe it did, but I just

don't want to see you
make the same mistake I did.

Oh, come on, mom.

When you and dad lived together
before you got married,

you guys managed
to survive.

That's not
what I'm talking about.

I'm talking about...

Look, when I was in college,

I was going to spend my junior
year at the Sorbonne in Paris.

And then
I met your father,

and I decided
to stay in Minnesota.

Well, everyone thought
I was a complete fool,

but I insisted I knew exactly
what I was doing.

I'd have plenty of time
to travel after I graduated.

And, of course,
20 years later,

I've never been to Paris
or London

or anywhere, really.

Except Beverly Hills.

So are you saying

I could still go to Paris
if I wanted to?

Well, it's probably easier
to send you to Paris

than to keep you locked up
in the basement

for the rest of the summer.

Especially considering
we don't have a basement.

Look, honey,
whether you go or not,

we're going to get through this.

We really will.

So you just let us know
what you want to do.

Why are things always
so complicated?

I don't know. Seems pretty
simple to me, really.

You just get on a plane,
and have the time of your life.

What about us?

Us? Well, if our relationship
can't stand six weeks

without seeing each other,
maybe your father's right.

We don't belong together.

Dylan.

Jim.

I understand my daughter's going
to be on a plane tomorrow.

You got what you wanted.

Well, I wouldn't go that far.

With Brenda,
one learns to distinguish

between what you want
and what you get.

You can say that again.

In any event,
I think having her go to Paris

might just be the best thing
for all of us.

I think it's the best thing
for Brenda,

and that's why
I went along with it,

and didn't tell her
about the little chat

in your office today.

I appreciate that.

In the future,

I would
appreciate it,

regardless of what happens
with me and Brenda,

or you and Brenda,

if you want something from me,

you don't have
to put a loaded gun at my head.

Just ask me.

Okay.

See you around.

Take care of yourself, son.

So Brenda lies to my parents,
throws temper tantrums,

runs away to Dylan's house,

and what does she get
for her punishment?

She gets to go spend
the summer in Paris.

What's wrong
with this picture?

Well, it's a strange
world, Brandon,

and it's getting
stranger every day.

Maybe I should
just go get drunk

and crash my car again.

Or, better yet,
get a couple of hookers

and have a little orgy
in front of Jim and Cindy.

Just make sure
they're not twins.

Rorie laid it on pretty thick,
huh?

Yeah. I'd say it ranked
as one of the top ten

most humiliating
moments in my life.

Then I wonder
why I'm lonely.

Well, hey, buddy,
I guarantee you,

by the end
of this summer,

we're going
to find you a woman

if it's the last
thing we do.

Hi, guys.

Oh, hey, Andrea.

Listen. My parents
are having a little
bon voyage party

for Brenda 'cause
she's going to Paris
for the summer and...

Lucky girl! Say good-bye
to her for me, okay?

Jay! I'm sorry.
I got to go. Bye.

Okay.

Hey.
Hi.

Hard to believe

Andrea's still going
out with Jay Thurman.

He's the former editor
of The Blaze, you know.

I know who he is,
Steve. Thanks.

You know what
we're going to do

after we find you a girl?

What?

We got to
find me one, too.

Obviously, these past few weeks
have been very rocky.

Frankly, life's too short to be
fighting with you all the time.

I know.

You're going to be
a senior next year.

You're going to be
going to college.

You have your whole
life ahead of you.

It's no fun going
through life

without the love and
support of your parents.

Believe me, I know
what that feels like.

So, when you're
in Paris this summer,

I would hope that you'll
think long and hard

about the kind
of relationship
you want to have

with me and your mother
and your brother.

If I don't stop talking,
you're going to
miss the plane.

Thanks, Daddy.

Not just for sending me,

but for giving me
another chance.

I'll write you every day,

and I'll call you
every Sunday morning--

or maybe Sunday night--
depends on if the rates change.

Call me anytime.
I'll be here.

Safe trip.
Okay. Bye.

You do lead a charmed life.
You know that.

Take care of them
for me, will you?

You take care of yourself.

Bye, Brandon.

Have fun, okay?

I can't believe this
is really happening.

Me either.

Now I got to start
doing my own laundry again.

I'll miss you,
too, Dylan.

Go on.

Just, uh... don't fall in love
over there, okay?

That goes for you, too.

Oh, God!

Are you sad?

Uh-uh. Petrified.

I hate flying.

Just think, Kel.
You could have been on that van.

Yep.

I bet Jake's glad
you're staying in town.

I don't know.

We might get together sometime.

Oh, Kelly.

Hey, I might even
get together with you.

Really? I might just
hold you to that.