All language subtitles for Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990) - S03E07 - A Song of Myself (480p DVD x265 Panda)_track4_[eng]

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Am I the only person
that missed this place?

What, Brandon,
are you crazy, man?

We only got 15 minutes
of freedom left.

Enjoy yourself.

One day,
we'll all look back

and wish that we could start
high school all over again.

Yeah, you speak for yourself.

Look, all I know is
that for the last three years,

I've been working
and studying my butt off.

This year, something's
got to give.

I got to have some fun.

I thought that's what
we've been doing.

Mmm.

How long do you think
those two can really last?

I don't know. I'm not
an astrologer, Donna.

Actually though,
some people do wind up

marrying their high
school sweethearts.

Yeah, I guess so.

DAVID (over P.A. system):
Good morning, West Beverly.

This is your conscience
speaking.

Now, the administration
has asked me to inform

all new and transferred students
to report to the main quad

where you'll be teamed up
with your senior buddies.

There, they'll be able to answer

all those burning questions
you may have,

like, where exactly
is the main quad anyway?

(rock music playing)

Nikki.
David.

You told me you were
the school DJ, but what a setup.

So what are you
doing here?

I transferred.

This has got to be the coolest
place in the entire school.

Well, I thought you were
going back to San Francisco.

I did.

But things got
really hairy at home,

so I convinced my folks
to let me move

down to La La Land
and live with my aunt.

That's great.

Listen, uh,

I'd love
to hang out,

but I've got to go
meet my senior buddy.

Hope it's not
as geeky as it sounds.

(rock music playing over radio)

We ever look
that young?

I can't believe I'm
actually doing this.

Steve, since when did you
get a dose of school spirit?

Oh, I didn't.
I just needed something

to write on my
college application.

Figures.

Besides, I just
might be paired up

with some fine
postpubescent feline.

Hello.

Are you Steve Sanders?

(chuckles)

At your service.

Are you my new buddy?

No.

That lost little kid
right over there is.

(groans)

(chuckles)

I'm out of this.

Too late for that.

Steve Sanders.

I found you.

Herbert Little,
your freshman buddy.

Well, let's get
one thing straight.

You're not my little
buddy, Hubert.

Herbert.

Fine.

I'm only doing this because
it looks good on my transcripts.

So if you stay out of my
hair, don't embarrass me,

we'll get along
just fine.

Got it, Hubert?
Herbert.

(chuckles):
Whatever.

Are you Susie?

Uh, yes.

Hi. Brenda Walsh.
I'm your senior buddy.

I'm here to answer
any and every question

you may have about
good old West Beverly.

Uh, great.

Um, where's
the bathroom?

Is everything okay in there,
Susie?

Yeah, everything's
fine. Thanks.

So, anyway, like I was saying,
when I first transferred here,

my friends thought being
a cheerleader was really uncool.

So I didn't go out
for the pep squad,

even though it was something
that I really wanted to do.

Just remember, the key
to being happy in this school

is to forget
about everybody else

and just be your own person.

So what were you saying
about the pep squad?

There you are.

I was about
to give up on you.

Sorry, Chief. I was gonna
call you last night,

but it got a little late.

Likely story.

Come here.

I want to show you
what I did so far.

I set up
some assignments.

Oh, wait till
you hear this.

We have a new
faculty advisor.

What happened to
Miss McCormick?

She's seven months
pregnant.

I didn't know
she was married.

She's not.

Ah.
Oh.

So tell me,

should we run a story on it,

or is that a little too tabloid
for The Blaze?

Listen, Andrea, that's
kind of what I came here

to talk to
you about.

I just don't think
I'm gonna be able

to get up for working
on the paper this year.

(chuckles):
Forget it, Brandon.

That is exactly
what you said last year.

Well, I'm
serious, Andrea.

It's been two years;
it's getting tired already.

Yeah, and we're seniors.

This is our chance
to leave our mark.
Exactly.

We're seniors. And I don't want
to have to work that hard.

ANDREA:
Well, that's too bad.

I need you on staff,
and I'm not letting you quit.

You're not letting me?

No.

(chuckles)

What are you gonna do, chain
me to my computer terminal?

(Meyers laughing)

Don't stop on my account.

You two were definitely
on a roll.

Are you Mr. Meyers?

This is true.

This is our new
faculty advisor

and our AP English teacher.

This is also true.

Hi. I'm Andrea Zuckerman,

editor-in-chief.

And this is
Brandon Walsh,

who has the crazy idea
that he's not

gonna be sports editor
this year.

That's because
I'm not.

(chuckles falsely)

Don't worry.
He'll come around.

You see what I have
to put up with?

If you're half as good
as Andrea thinks you are,

I just might have to help her
twist your arm.

Great.

Two against one.

Those are my favorite
kind of odds.

Mine, too.

Hi.

I didn't know you
were in this class.

Yo hablo Español
muy bien, chica.

(chuckles)

I don't
hablo at all.

Kelly, I tried
to call you last night.

I was home all night.

I hung up when David answered.

Oh, so that was you.

Yeah, he said
he got a heavy breather.

What'd you want?

I just, I thought
we should talk,

you know, before we walked
in here again for another year.

Don't sweat it.

Hi, guys.

Brenda, hi.

This is great.

The three of us are
finally in the same class.

(school bell ringing)

Mr. Meyers.
Mr. Meyers.

Hello, Andrea.

Hi. I just wanted
to tell you,

I thought your class was
really terrific this morning.

Thanks. I'm trying.

I thought you might
want to take a look

at this preliminary report

that I worked up
over the weekend, you know,

summarizing my ideas how to
streamline the editorial process

so that, you
know, we can...
Tell you what.

Why don't you bring that
to the organizational meeting

we're having
after school today.

Oh. Okay, that's...
that's a good idea.

See ya.

Uh, just one
other thing.

I, uh...

I want you to know
I really appreciate

your trying to help me
keep Brandon on the staff.

He seems like a good guy.

Ah, he's a
great guy.

He's a terrific writer
with unlimited potential.

I can't imagine
doing The Blaze without him.

We'll see what we can do.

Just, you know,
sometimes,

he can get a little lazy
if he's not pushed, but...

That's okay.

Human beings are like that
sometimes.

See ya.

Good-bye.

I can't wait for you
to meet this girl, David.

She's just the
type of person

you can open up to
right away, you know?

I mean, we just have
so much in common.

That's great.

Sounds like you really
made a new friend.

Yeah, I really
think I did.

We just clicked,
you know?

Oh, there's my
student buddy.

I want you
to meet her.

Nikki, over here.

Hi.

Hi.
Nikki, this is my
boyfriend, David.

David, this is who
I was talking about.

Hi. Uh, David?

Nice to meet you.

It's nice to meet you, too.

Bren, what do you say
we blow this pop stand

and find someplace else to eat?

I can't stand another year
of cafeteria food.

What'd you have in mind?

Well, I don't know.

Um, my place?

Yeah, right. I know how much
food is in your fridge.

Hey, nobody said anything
about having to eat.

I don't think so.

Not the first day
at school anyway.

Just a thought.

Well, hold that thought.

Hey, there's Kel.

Kelly!

DYLAN:
Let her go, Bren.

Why?

I just want to have lunch alone.

Oh, that's sweet.

(giggles)

(school bell ringing)

So fill out
these cards

and let me know a little
bit about yourself.

And don't be shy because,
well, I'm easily impressed.

Nice to see you,
Mr. Walsh.

Yeah, like I had
a choice in the matter.

(chuckles)

But, more importantly,
I want to know

what you want to do
on the paper this term

so that you don't keel over
from terminal boredom.

This guy is sharp.

What a great way
to boost morale.

MEYERS:
In any event,

I read the first four issues
of last year's paper over lunch,

and, well, found it to be
eminently more digestible

than the mystery meat they were
serving in the cafeteria.

(laughter)

You guys did
good work.

I was very
impressed.

But I know you can do better,
a lot better.

Now, with regards
to the layout...

Excuse me, Mr. Meyers?

Uh, what specifically
didn't you like about it?

Don't get me wrong.
It was very readable.

I just think the layout could
use a little more graphics,

and the editorial
style could be a
little more precise.

Well, what you didn't know is

that 70% of the staff
was new last fall,

so I'm sure when you read
what we did in the spring,

you'll see why the Blaze went on
to win a Quill and Scroll Award.

I'm well aware
of your accomplishments, Andrea.

Ahn-drea.

(pronouncing correctly):
Andrea.

Clearly, you're
a first-rate editor,

and since this is my first day,

I don't want
to ruffle any feathers.

But that doesn't mean

there's no room for improvement,
does it?

No.

Good.

Now, moving
right along,

does anyone have
any questions?

Yes?

Are you married?

(laughter)

BRANDON:
Andrea, if he didn't
like you,

why did he say you were
a first-class editor, huh?

It's just a vibe
I'm getting from
him, that's all.

What are you
so insecure about?

(sighs)
I don't know.

I just feel
like all day

I've been saying the
wrong thing to him.

Well, maybe you have
a crush on him.

What was the name of that
drama teacher you went out with?

Will you get your mind
out of the gutter,
please? I'm serious.

I have to find
a way to show him

how much passion I have
for the newspaper,

how committed I am.

Will you relax?

Once Meyers finds out
what a great journalist you are,

he'll be kissing the ground
you walk on.

Yeah.

(laughs)

CINDY:
Ready for the burgers, honey?

Forget about
the burgers.

I can't even get
the coals started.

What's the matter, Dad?
Lost your touch.

Well, I'm lost
without lighter fluid.

We may be saving
the ozone layer,

but we're going
to die of starvation.

DYLAN:
Come on, Jim.
I mean,

I'm not a Boy Scout,
but I can start a barbecue.

This is not just
any barbecue, Dylan.

It's a smoke 'n bake.

Oh, that's right.
It's not just a grill.

It's a
mira-grill.

JIM:
Hey, it's tricky, okay?

BRANDON (laughing):
You're right, Dad.

Come on, papa-san.

Let me show you how you do
this fire-starting thing.

Be my guest.

Well, it's simple
aerodynamics.

Oh, I see, I see,
I see, I see.

What a difference
a summer makes.

I told you,
all Dad needed

was some time
to get used to Dylan.

Yeah. Like, two years.

Brandon, what
you're seeing
is male bonding

at its very best.

A fire is
involved.

Cindy, you, uh...
you got any newspaper?

(laughs)

Sure, Dylan.

Come here.

(laughs)

KELLY:
Every time I turn around,

I see him hugging her
or kissing her.

I don't know
if I'm going to make it

through a whole year of this.

Kel, can I ask you
something, and I really

don't mean to be getting
too personal or anything?

What?

Are you in love
with Dylan or something?

No!

I just can't stand

being in every class
with him and Brenda.

That's all.

Yeah, well, you're worried
about surviving a year.

I may not last a week.

Why?

Remember Nikki, that girl

who I messed around with
this summer?

Well, she just

transferred to West Beverly,

and guess
who her new senior buddy is?

Uh-oh.

Yeah, when the three
of us are together,

she acts like
she's never met me.

When we're alone,
she's clearly coming on to me.

(laughs)
You're right.

You're probably not going
to make it through a whole week.

So, what do I do?

Come clean.
That's your only choice.

♪ You're the one
who's in control now... ♪

You really think
honesty is the best policy?

Absolutely.

It's better that Donna find out
from you than from Nikki.

Oh, okay, Kel.

You're the expert.

♪ Come out from under there ♪

♪ Show us your beauty... ♪

You're a teacher's
dream, Zuckerman.

Mr. Meyers!

What are you doing
at the public library

on the first night of school?

Well, like you said
in class today,

reading a good book
is like doing aerobics

for the imagination.

(both laughing)

Let me ask your opinion
about something.

Brandon Walsh.

Is he motivated?

Without a doubt.

Do you think
he's a leader?

Everybody likes him.

I know he's popular.

What I want to know--
is he a leader?

Could be.

I think he's a little bored
being the sports editor.

(laughs)

To say the least.

You know, I think
if you gave him more,

if you challenged him,

he could really rise
to the occasion.

That's exactly
what I had in mind.

Really? What were you thinking?

I was thinking that he has
a chance to be a real star,

but he needs a swift kick
in the butt.

(laughs)
And since you've done it
for the last two years,

I was thinking we make him
the next editor-in-chief.

And you could be the woman
behind the man.

What do you think?

Yeah.

Well, if you ever
need a ride home,

I've got a 'Vette
that...

HERBERT:
Excuse me,
Steve.

(chuckles)

This'll just
take a minute.

Make it quick, Hubert.

Herbert.

Oh, uh, where's
the computer lab?

Building C.

Second door
on your right.

Just follow
the dweeb droppings.

(laughing)

Now, where were we?

Sorry.

No harm, no foul.

♪ There's a time and a place
for your vision... ♪

(knocking)

Can I come in?

Yeah, sure.

Uh...

Listen, David,

I've been thinking
about how I handled things

with Donna yesterday.

I mean,
I could have just said

I bumped into you
at the beach club this summer,

but I didn't want
to lie to her.

I mean I like you.

And I like Donna.

So I really don't want things
to get... sticky.

Me either.

So, are you going to tell her?

Well, yeah, absolutely...

I just haven't found
the right time.

Well, just don't wait too long,
okay?

You're right.

I'll tell her tonight.

Good.

♪ ...And you better be ready ♪

♪ 'Cause you never know
when it will be ♪

♪ Close your eyes
and your heart... ♪

MEYERS:
In the "Song of Myself,"

Whitman wrote, "I am
the poet of the body,

"I am the poet of the soul...

"I am the poet of the woman
the same as the man.

"And I say it is as great
to be a woman as to be a man."

(school bell rings)

Whitman wrote that
150 years ago.

Talk about being
on the cutting edge...

We'll get into more of it
tomorrow.

Uh, Brandon, Andrea...

stick around for a minute,
will ya?

Had to get me back
into the newspaper game,

didn't you?

Have any idea
what this is about?

I have a vague idea.

So, are you
about ready

to let him in
on our little secret?

Whenever you are.

What?

You two ganging up
on me again?

Since no one else volunteered,

Andrea and I have decided

that you are the best person
at this school

to become the next
editor-in-chief of the Blaze.

It's a joke, right?

Nope.

You had something to do
with this?

Congratulations, Chief.

Oh.

I'm really sorry.

We've got to stop
meeting like this.

I think that one's mine.

Oh, here you go.

Thanks.

Mr. Meyers...
Mr. Meyers.

Brandon, I've got
to level with you.

Every time someone calls me
Mr. Meyers

I keep looking around
for my father.

So when we're out
of class,

why don't you call me Gil...

especially now since
you're the big kahuna.

Actually, that's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

Don't tell me you're getting
cold feet already.

No, no, no,
I just, uh,

I need to get something
straight in my own head.

Can we go talk
for a minute?

Sure.

BRANDON:
So Andrea was okay

with me taking
over the paper?

MEYERS:
She was your
biggest booster.

She's behind
you 100%.

Well, to be honest
with you, Gil,

in my humble opinion,

she's the one
who deserves the job.

She's done it for
the last two years.

The poor girl needs a
break, for God's sakes.

Well, granted,
Andrea is intense,

but... it's like the Blaze
is her entire life.

My point exactly.

Listen, I'm really flattered

that you have that much
confidence in me,

but I've always been more
of a team player.

But eventually every player's
got to step up

to the plate, don't they?

Yeah, but it's my senior year.

I, I wanted to just kick back
and cruise, you know?

And what...

"party, radical, dude?"

Is that
what we're talking about?

'Cause if we are,
I can totally relate.

You're talking to the
original couch potato.

The thought
of reading

for my own pleasure was
completely foreign to me

till I was a senior
in high school,

and then everything changed.

What happened?

My English teacher
gave me a book of poems

by Walt Whitman.

"It's only life...

with its immense passion,
pulse, and power."

You really think
I'm up for this?

Go for it, Brandon.

You want me to
give a barbecue?

Dylan, you have
that big house

and you never use it.

I don't know.
(sighs)

Hi, Brenda.

BRENDA:
Hi, Sue.

Bren, you know
that girl?

Yeah, that's my
freshman buddy.

Mmm, what reform school
did she escape from?

Ha.

Ha.
(giggles)

Come on.
A barbecue is a great idea.

We'll have it
this Friday night.

We'll invite everybody.

Donna, Kelly...
speaking of which...

Kelly wasn't in Spanish class
this morning.

Where is she?

Mrs. Teasley,
I was wondering

if I could make a small change
in my schedule.

What did you have in mind,
Kelly?

Well, Donna was
telling me

about this incredible
art class she's taking,

and I was wondering
if I can still get in.

I don't recall your ever
expressing any interest

in art before.

Oh, I know.

I just thought since
it's my senior year and all,

maybe it's time for me
to explore my creative side.

Try something
new.

Well, there is room
in the class,

but you do realize
switching into art

will necessitate rearranging
your entire schedule.

Oh, really? That's too bad,

but if that's
what we've gotta do.

So, what are you doing
after school?

I told Nikki I'd drop her off
at the Beverly Center. Why?

Uh, well, what about
later on tonight?

Nikki's coming
over for dinner.

I mean, you can come,
too, if you want.

No, that's okay.

David, what's wrong?

Is everything
all right?

Yeah.

Everything's fine.

Okay.

Private Zuckerman
reporting for duty, sir.

Andrea, just in time.

Take a look at the new layout.

What do you think?

Why are you changing
the layout?

Well, the old one's
kind of flat, don't you think?

No, I, uh, I liked it.

Mr. Meyers thought
it looked flat.

So what
should I do?

Let's leave
the layout alone, okay?

Andrea's right.

Okay, Chief.

Listen, before I forget,
Meyers thought I should

take a look at
that report you did

on how to streamline
the paper.

Oh, he did, did he?

Yeah.

Can I see you outside?

This is not going to work out.

What isn't?

Brandon, you're editor-in-chief.

It's your job
to streamline the paper.

I am merely
one of the foot soldiers.

And I am not gonna hand over
my ideas, which I stayed up

until 2:00 in the morning
to write, so that you

can take
the credit.

Andrea, maybe you're
suffering from...

sleep deprivation or something--

I don't know-- 'cause I don't
know where this is coming from.

Gil merely told me
you'd written a report

that may be
of some assistance to me.

Now, if you don't want to give
it to me, it's no big deal.

Gil?

Well, I didn't realize
you guys became so chummy.

Look, Andrea, if you wanted
to be editor so badly,

why'd you back me for the job?

Excuse me.

What was I supposed to do?

Tell him you procrastinate,
that you're disorganized,

that you're not
nearly as qualified

to run The Blaze as I am?

Hold on a second.

No, that's
the truth.

You do not have as much
experience as I have,

and you definitely
don't have the commitment!

I can do the job, Andrea,
just as well as you can.

Great.

Then why don't you do
the whole damn thing yourself.

Oh, that's just
great, Andrea.

Walk away.

It's not my fault you're too
egotistical to deal with this!

STEVE:
You see, Silver?

This is what it means
to have a manager.

I put up my own bucks
for these.

Well, that's great, but
who plays 45s anymore?

Get with the program, David.

I'm gonna put these
in jukeboxes.

I'm gonna have this puppy
playing in every diner in town.

But not here at
the Pit, okay?

What are you talking about?
Of course here at the Pit.

Look, Nikki thinks
she's the first person

who heard this song,
and Donna thinks

she's the first person
who heard this song.

You told me I was the first
person who heard this song.

Well, I was excited
about it, okay?

Look, I don't care who was the
first person to hear this song.

It's going into Nat's jukebox.

I know I'm gonna have
to tell Donna about Nikki.

It's just things have been going
so great,

I don't want to ruin it.

So, who says tell
Donna anything?

Well, Kelly
and Nikki said...

Kelly and Nikki,
Nikki and Schmikki, okay?

Look, Kelly is
Donna's best friend.

And Nikki, come on, she just
wants to break you guys up

so she could get to you.

So, what do you think
I should do?

Make Nikki a little side dish.

What, are you kidding?

I can't do that.

I don't even want to do that.

All right, but don't tell Donna.

She'll freak.

Well, what if Nikki tells Donna?

You know, the two of them
have gotten pretty tight.

David, let me tell you
three words of advice

that have always worked for me:

Deny, deny, deny.

All I can say is
everybody better be hungry.

You have a ton of food.

Yeah, I guess I better
learn to cook, too, huh?

What?

Brenda, I've never, ever
barbecued anything in my life.

I ordered room service,
remember?

Then what was the show
you put on for my father?

Oh, I was just trying
to be helpful, you know.

I can't cook.

Dylan, what are we gonna do?

This is gonna be
a total disaster.

No, it won't.
I mean, you'll help me,

won't you?

Dylan...

Won't you?

All right.

But the first thing
we better do,

if you're gonna have
a party, is clean up.

Okay, but, Bren, do we
got to do that right now?

What is this?

Looks like an earring.

I know it's an earring, Dylan.

Whose is it?

Must be my mother's.

Remember, I told you
she stopped by here

for a few days
on her way to

a convergence retreat in Sedona.

Right.

Well, you better call her
and tell her that you found it.

Well, I will.

I didn't see you
in class yesterday.

What happened?
Did you skip?

No.

Actually, I changed
my schedule around.

I wanted to take art with Donna.

No offense, Kel, I've known you
since kindergarten;

you couldn't draw a straight
line if you had a ruler.

Well, maybe it's time I learned.

Maybe.

This is yours, I think.

Oh, thank you.

I was looking for that.

Yeah, well, don't thank me.
Thank Brenda.

She's the one
that found it.

You didn't tell her, did you?

No, I didn't tell her.

I said it was my mother's.

Guess I won't be wearing
those earrings anymore.

Kelly...

I didn't like
'em anyway.

Look, for what it's worth,

if you hadn't changed
your schedule, I would have.

That way, it'd be more
comfortable for everybody.

Dylan, I am not doing anything

to make things more comfortable
for everybody.

Just for me.

You and Brenda
have each other.

And I don't begrudge you that,

but I don't have to sit around
and watch it

with a perpetual lump
in my throat.

So, are you coming
to the barbecue tonight?

Sure.

I can't believe
Dylan's being so sociable.

I'm telling you,
he's a changed man.

Mmm.

Oh, my God, hide me.
Huh?

Hi, Brenda.
Hi, Donna.

Hi.
Hi, Sue.

Where you going?

Wherever
they're taking me.

(shrieks)

How do you
know her?

That's Sue Scanlon.

Donna, I know
who she is.

She's my
freshman buddy.

She's also Scott's sister.

Scott Scanlon.

Wow, I can't believe I
didn't make the connection.

Yeah.

Well, my mom says the family
has really fallen apart

since Scott shot himself.

Mrs. Scanlon's always been
kind of weird though.

Like mother,
like daughter.

(school bell ringing)

Okay, that's it for today.

Andrea, could you stay
for a minute, please?

How come you've been shooting me
death rays for the last hour?

How come you haven't called
on me in the last hour?

Because I knew you knew
all the answers.

Listen, I was gonna wait
until the newspaper meeting

to tell you this, but I, uh,
might as well tell you now.

I'm resigning from The Blaze.

Why do you want to do that?

Because you ripped me off,
that's why.

I'm the one who
saved the paper

when nobody wanted
to work on it.

I found new advertisers.
I recruited staff.

I updated the
computer system.

I sacrificed
my nights and weekends.

And then you walk in,
and in one fell swoop,

you take the whole thing
away from me.

My God, Andrea.

I had no idea you felt this way.

Why didn't you
just say something?

Because I wanted you to like me.

I do like you.

But not as much
as you like Brandon.

You know why I put
Brandon in charge.

He's the kind of guy
who needs a push.

We talked about this.

Now, that doesn't mean
I don't think you're terrific.

But don't you think
it's time

you learned how
to be a team player?

You're not always gonna be
number one, you know.

And sometimes,
overachievers like you

have to get past their own egos

and learn how to accept
disappointment.

That is so bogus.

If I were a guy, you would be
congratulating me on my ambition

instead of calling me
an overachiever.

You're teaching the male

how to be a leader and the
female how to be a team player.

If you're implying
that I'm sexist,

you are dead wrong.

Oh, really?

Why is it we call
a male assertive

and a female pushy?

Why is a guy tough
and a girl a bitch?

What would Walt Whitman
say about that...

Gil?

I love that
art class.

Oh, me, too.

Mrs. Signorelli is great.

You know, I have
that same top?

God, we do have
a lot in common.

(both giggle)

Art, clothes...

And our incredible
taste in guys.

Oh. David is cute,
isn't he?

The best.

Listen, Donna, I am so glad
you're okay with all this.

I have to admit
I was real nervous

about David telling you.

What are you talking about?

He didn't
tell you?

He promised me
he'd tell you last night.

Well, he didn't.

But I have this feeling
that somebody better.

Donna, please, believe me,
nothing happened.

It's just, when you were
in Paris this summer,

and I came here to Beverly Hills
to visit my aunt,

I met David at the beach club.

So if nothing happened,

why'd you pretend
like you hadn't met him before?

I didn't know if you knew, and I
wasn't sure how you'd take it.

Well, would you mind telling me
just how far things went?

Did you sleep with him, Nikki?

Donna, no!

Please, it was nothing
like that.

We met, we
listened to music.

And we just kissed.
That's all.

Oh.

So I'm supposed
to feel relieved

because all you did was kiss?

That's all we do.

Well, I want you to know
something.

When it came down to really
fooling around,

David told me about you
and said that he couldn't.

If you never want
to talk to me again,

I understand.

But don't blame
David, please.

He's such a great guy.

Yeah.

A great guy who somehow forgot
to tell his girlfriend

about the fling he had
this summer.

Donna, don't get mad at him.

No.

I'm not gonna get mad.

I'm gonna get even.

Man.

Hey, what's
going on?

They won't give me
my books.

MILLER:
Just a little
healthy hazing.

Here, Hubert.

What's your problem,
Sanders?

STEVE:
Look, Miller.

You can pick on all
the freshmen you want.

Just not my
freshman, okay?

You know this nerd?

Yeah, I do.

Now beat it, kid.

Thank you, sir.

(all chuckle)

You really are a nerd,
aren't you?

Don't call me "sir."

Fine.

As long as you don't
call me Hubert.

(laughs)

Let's go, Herbert.

(both chuckle)

Don't you think it's about time
we introduced ourselves?

Hi, I'm Nikki Witt.

Brandon Walsh.

Well, maybe we'll run
into each other again sometime.

Maybe.

Sue.

Oh, don't mind me.

I'm just doing my daily
"makeover" again.

Time to turn back

into little
Susie Sunshine.

Hey, I know
from experience

what it's like pretending
to be somebody you're not.

Yeah, well, it beats hassling
with my mother.

You think so?

You don't know
my mother.

Yes, I do...

and I knew
your brother, too.

Before or after
he shot himself?

Actually, I didn't know Scott
that well.

But I was at his birthday party
that night,

and I was there

when David Silver
buried a time capsule

in Scott's memory.

And I can be there for you, too,
if you want.

Why?

Because you say
you were Scott's friend

or because you feel sorry
for me?

Because you're my
freshman buddy...

and I hate to see you
working so hard

just to earn a bad reputation.

Look, I don't care what you
or anybody else thinks about me.

Well, obviously,
you care

about what your
mother thinks.

Otherwise, you wouldn't bother

cleaning up your act
every afternoon.

She's going to learn
the truth eventually, you know.

You don't know what it's like
living in that house.

Look, if you want to talk
to a counselor,

I could give you
some people to call.

Thanks.

I just might take you up
on that.

Anytime.

How's it going?

I'm not a happy camper.

It could take me
three weeks

just to get the
budget in order.

Not to mention
assigning features,

selling ad space, paste-up.

I know.

It's a lot of responsibility.

What's the matter, Gil?

Are you feeling guilty
about ruining my carefree youth?

Guilty, yes.

But not about you.

It's about Andrea.

She really laid
into me.

It's my fault.

How could I put her
in the tough spot

of having to choose
between her own ambitions

and her affections
for you?

Do you think I'm sexist?

What's that got
to do with this?

Everything.

I can't believe
I was so oblivious.

I've read all the studies,
Brandon...

about how teachers don't call
on teenage girls as much as guys

and that time and time again
they'll ignore

even the most talented female
student in favor of a boy.

I never thought I'd do it.

Listen...

I... I don't want to sound
like a quitter 'cause I'm not...

but if you want to give
the paper back to Andrea,

I'd understand.

I don't think that'd be fair
to either of you.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

How do we get out
of the doghouse?

I had a feeling
I'd find you here.

You wanna proof
our new masthead?

Brandon...
No, Andrea,

just take a look
at it, would ya?

This says Brandon Walsh
and Andrea Zuckerman,

Co-editors-in-chief.
Yup.

My first
executive decision.

Look, I don't need your pity,
okay, Brandon?

Andrea, it's not pity.

The Blaze is your paper.
It's your passion.

Let me be your partner.

We make a good team, you and me.

You and I.

(clears throat)

So are we partners or what?

Sounds good to me, Chief.

Co-chief.

So when do we start?

We start on Monday.

Tonight,

we party.

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Take it somewhere crazy... ♪

(laughing)

There's a Zen thing
with the, uh,

barbecue here, Steve.

You gotta become one
with the burger.

Yeah, well, those
burgers look like

they've become one
with the grill.

Hey, man, this spatula can
become one with your face.

Ooh.
Ooh, come on.

I hate violence.

Dylan, hi.

Hey, Donna.

Nikki?

Brandon?

Do you two know each other?

Um, we've bumped
into each other a few times.

Yeah.

♪ You know where it's going ♪

♪ I'm following your lead ♪

♪ Slow down for the taking ♪

♪ Be just how you... ♪

Kelly,
where've you been?

Oh, uh...

David couldn't decide
what to wear.

Uh, could you excuse me
a second?

Sure.

We need to talk.

Sure.

Alone.

Right.

David, I can't take it
anymore.

You've got to tell Donna
about us right away.

Look, Nikki,
there is no us.

But David, I want you.

I know, but you're gonna
have to get over it.

Look, I love Donna,

and I know I should have
told her, and I will.

But I've just gotta wait
for the right moment.

You've gotta stop.

Busted!

Donna...

I think he passed the test.

Yeah, good thing.

(laughs)

Wait, what's going on here?

Boyfriends are so hard

to train these days,
aren't they?

You mean you two were in
on this together?

(sighs)

Okay, you got me.

So, does that mean
you're not mad at me?

Mm-hmm.

Not anymore.

Look, I'm sorry.
I love you.

You know that.

Yeah. I do.

Come here.

(all laughing)

Sick... both of you.

Donna.

I've only got one more
question for you

and then we'll put this
whole "Senior Buddy" business

out of its misery.

Yeah, what do you
want to know?

Does Brandon Walsh
have a girlfriend?

(clears throat)

(giggles)

What's the matter, Kel?

Nothing.

I'm fine.
Come on.

I know you better
than that.

I'm just going
through a senior slump.

And it's only been half a week.

You know what I think?

What?

I think you're lonely.
That's all.

Hey, don't worry.

It'll be a great year
for both of us.

You'll see.

Yeah.

We'll find you a guy.

One as great
as Dylan.

Thanks, Bren.