All language subtitles for Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990) - S06E03 - Must Be a Guy Thing (480p DVD x265 Panda)_track4_[eng]

VALERIE:
School nights.

The two scariest words
in the English language.

Oh, yeah? I got
two more for you.

How about "summer's over"?

"Classes begin."

"Pop quiz."

I don't know.

I always look forward
to school starting.

Great teachers, long
evenings at the library...

Long evenings
at the library?

That's your idea
of a fun night?

Yeah, well, it is for
those of us that can read.

VALERIE:
Stop fighting, you two.

Let's enjoy the little time
we have left, okay?

VALERIE:
Why don't we go to
the beach, you know?

Watch the sun rise
or something?

Hey, why not?

Let's make this a
night to remember.

(door opens, bell rings)

Ah, see, I told you
they'd be here.

I think you know everybody
except Steve and...

Colin?

Colin Robbins?
Valerie?

You guys know each other?

Yeah, we traveled through
Europe a couple years ago.

VALERIE:
Wow!

It's been so long.

I... I can't believe it.

Hi.

How are you?

VALERIE:
Good, how are you?

COLIN:
I'm great.

VALERIE (sighing):
What are you doing here?

COLIN:
Uh...

just hanging out.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

McKay?

(laughs)

Do my eyes deceive me?

7:30 in the morning-- how
do you people do this?

Wait a minute,
wait a minute.

It's the first day of school,
you're on campus.

Could it be
you're finally going

to do something constructive
with your life?

N-No, wait, let me guess.

You bought the college.

That's right, I
bought the college.

I'm gonna turn it
into a nudist colony.

All these people naked as
far as the eye can see.

Aren't you late for
class or something?

You're not going
to tell me why you're here?

You said you didn't want
to hear about it.
Well, now

my morbid curiosity
is piqued.

What could Tony Marchette and
C.U. possibly have in common?

Well, I'll tell you, Bran, his
kid's an underclassman here.

How about that?

Shock of shocks-- he's
named after the old man.

Junior's got an 8:00 a.m.
economics lecture.

I plan to be there.

What are you going to do--
sidle up to the guy and say,

"Hi, I'm Dylan McKay,

can I be your friend
so I can kill your father?"

Something like that.

Where's the
economics building?
(chuckles)

Get a map.

Thanks for the
lift, Steve.

No problem.

But next time your car needs
an oil change,

why don't you ask
your old boyfriend?

I'm sure he'd be happy
to drive you to school.

Steve, I told you

Colin and I were kids.

It was a teen tour
in Europe.

Nothing ever happened
between us.

Ah, unrequited love.

I know it well.

I mean, every time I looked at
Colin I got weak in the knees.

(chuckles)
I couldn't even sit
next to him on the tour bus

because I'd stop breathing.

Still carrying
a torch?

More like an eternal flame.

Or a grease fire.

All right.

Ah, I can see it now.

Valerie and Colin
in Europe together,

kissing under the Bridge of
Sighs in a gondola in Venice.

Hmm, sipping lattes
in a café in Paris.

And of course,
when in Rome...

Well, maybe they
didn't get to Rome.

Ha! Valerie always gets
to Rome,

usually
by the second date.

(Clare and Donna snicker,
Kelly clears throat)

Would you two

please stop it?
I told you

I don't care where Colin and
Valerie went or what they did.

Tell us you're
not jealous.

Yeah, go ahead,
lie for the hundredth time.

It was a teen tour.

It was nothing, no big deal,
nothing happened.

If you don't believe me,
you can ask Colin.

He's going to meet us here
for coffee.

He's coming here?
Why?
He has

an old friend
in the art department.

And an old friend
in the Walsh house.

That's a good one.

Lindstrom, Carl.

What up?

Magnuson, Peter.

Here.

Malinowski, Larry.

Here.

Marchette, Toni.

Here.

Robb, Nelson.

Robb, Nelson.

Peters, Jeanette.

(indistinct chatter)

Oh, excuse me, I'm...

(scoffs)

Late for class?

No, just real...

happy to get out
of that one.

Uh, are you okay?

Can I buy you a cup of coffee
or something?

Uh, no, thank you.

You're sure, I mean, that
you're okay and everything?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Okay, well,
h-have a good day.

I'm sure I will.

(sighs)

(kissing)

Read this and weep.

You have no classes
Mondays and Fridays?

STEVE:
That's right.

And nothing before 11:00
the rest of the week?

Ah, that four-day weekend
I so richly deserve.

Got to hand it to you,
Sanders,

it's a thing of beauty.

Well, thanks.

Only one problem, though.

My advisor called me in
for a meeting this afternoon.

Curious, huh?

Keep your fingers crossed.

Hey, guys.
BRANDON:
Hey.

Hello, juniors.

VALERIE:
Sit down,
we're just, uh,

drooling over
Steve's schedule.

Jealous much?

KELLY:
How did you do, David?

DAVID:
I still have to
straighten it out.

I spent all day yesterday
with my mom,

so I missed
registration.

How's she doing?
She's fine.

I'm exhausted.

How's your schedule, Brandon?

It's a disaster.
Well, maybe

it wasn't such a hot idea
for you

to stop being the president
of the university.

It wasn't exactly
a choice,

Steve, I lost the election.

CLARE:
Aw.

Poor baby.

No more influence with my dad?

(chuckling):
Don't feel sorry for me.

I plan to do
what every ex-president does.

Oh, what's that,

play golf with ex-sports
stars and be on Larry King?

(guffaws)

Kill me.

No,

I'm gonna be a journalist.

Oh, just like
your old days

at the Blaze, huh?
You don't think I spent

my summer interning
at the Boston Herald

for nothing, do you?

While my good friend Steve here

is trying
to convince his advisor

that the cocktail hour has
some sort of academic value...

(chuckles)
I...

am going to be shooting
for a column on the Condor.

Don't get your hopes up.

Why not?

Well, this editor
is no Andrea Zuckerman.

Check out her first editorial.

"Must Be A Guy Thing.

"A top ten list
of boorish behavior

"designed to introduce
incoming coeds

to a new and distinct
species-- the college male."

Let me see that.

No, I am reading it.

"Number ten"...

(clearing throat):
..."thinking any woman

who won't go out with them
is a lesbian."

"Number nine:
calling any woman

other than a
grandmother a chick."

"Number eight:

flirting with other women
while on a date."

I hate that.
"Numbers seven

"and six-- a tie--
bikini calendars

and beer can collages."

Art is very subjective.

"Number five: ESPN."

What about ESPN2?

For people who do.

Hmm.

Uh, "number four:
constant"...

"Interruptions."

What is she talking about?

"Number three: liking

"Rush Limbaugh.

Number two:
liking Howard Stern."

And the number one boorish
behavior incoming coeds

should be aware of in guys--
and this one is right on...

"Expecting to score
on the first date."

That's a bad thing?
Ew.

Hey.
Hi.

COLIN:
Did I miss something here?

KELLY:
No, but I missed you.

Um, I-I've got to go.

I'm late for class.

I-I'm sorry.

Oh, don't worry about it,
I'll get it.

Thanks, Donna.

MAN:
I've been studying

your high school
transcripts, Steve,

and, uh...

you barely passed math
at West Beverly.

That in combination with
your dreary academic record

at C.U.
leads me to think

that perhaps there is
something amiss here.

Would you believe dumb luck?

I'd explain that I don't
in terms of probability,

but I'll wait
till after you've covered

that material in class.

Class?

Well, classes.

Remedial math.

Five days a week.

Five mornings a week.

And I suggest

that you get a tutor
if you want to keep up.

Sorry I'm late.

I had to find the place.

My roommate's
an art history major

and I've never
even been here.

What are you
sketching?

Just limbering up
the wrist.

Sit down.

What, you want
to sketch me?

Yeah, why not?

Did you talk to your friend?

Yep.

He offered me a job.

Teaching?

That's great.

Not for me, it isn't.

I came to Los Angeles to work
on my art, not somebody else's.

I thought you came
to Los Angeles to be with me.

Give me a little more profile.

How's this?

Perfect.

You know, my friends are
giving me a hard time about you.

About what?

They say I should be
a jealous shrew

because you used
to know Valerie.

Oh, come on, we traveled
through Europe together.

We were kids.

She was, like, 12 or something.

15, but who's counting?
Yeah, well, add 20 pounds

and stick a set of braces on her
teeth and you get the picture.

Well, in case
you haven't noticed,

she's grown up a little.

I noticed.

You can relax now.

Come here.

It's beautiful.

It's you.

(phone ringing)

But the front page
is already set.

I don't care.

I want it redone.

An hour ago.

Excuse me.

I'm Brandon Walsh.

So?

So, I sent you my clips
from the Boston Herald.

Ah, obituaries,
if memory serves.

Real impressive.

Um, I need a hundred words
out of that story.

And the lead's
all wrong.

Save "allegedly"
for paragraph two.

Okay.

Was there something else?

Yeah, actually, there was.

I wanted to talk to you
about writing a column.

300 words or less.

But I warn you,
we print freelancers

on the basis of talent
not reputation.

You don't understand.

I don't want
to write a column.

I want to be a columnist.

I know this may come
as a shock,

but people here
actually work

for the chance to get a
column on this paper.

I've worked.
Just not here.

As ex-president, I can write
with a lot of insight

about student government.

And get a very
public platform

for next year's election.

How convenient.
No, no, no, no.

I'm through
with politics.

Stop the presses.

Walsh Retires:
Students Spared.

Did you object
to my policies,

or the fact that
I wear pants?

Truth be told, I object
to everything about you.

But you don't
even know me.

Exactly.
Why ruin a good thing?

(phone ringing)

Pruit!

Pruit!

Telephone!

Yeah, I'll be
right there.

Hello?

Ray, hi.

Sorry to call you at work
but this couldn't wait.

Hey, no problem.

Happy for the break.
What's up?

Well, do you remember

Barbara Korman-- you know,

the woman that lost her ring
on my parents' boat?

Don't tell me she lost it again
and she's looking for me.

No, silly-- her husband wants

to show his appreciation to me
for finding the ring.

Well, if he wants to give you
a 42-foot sloop, don't say no.

Well, he did say that I could
have anything I wanted,

and I told him there was
just one thing

that would make me really happy.

And what's that?

To come hear you play
tomorrow night

at the Peach Pit After Dark.

Donna, I'm not playing
tomorrow night

at the Peach Pit After Dark.

Yes, you are.

'Cause I just found out
that Jerry Korman

is the president
of Jolt Records.

No way.
Yep.

And I already cleared it with
Valerie. So, what do you say?

Yeah, yeah.
Of course I'll do it.

That sounds great.
Thanks a lot.

Oh, don't thank me--
just buy us that yacht

when you're
rich and famous, okay?

You're on.

See ya.

All right.

Nat, Nat, listen.

What?
There's no pressure
in the beer taps.

You've gotta
check the line.
Okay.

Wait a minute-- and the ice
machine's on the fritz again.

I mean, there's
a swimming pool

instead of ice cubes.
Relax, I'll take
care of it.

Okay.

You work here?

Not exactly.

I own the club next door.

Really?

I didn't know there was a club
next door.

Well, come on.

I'll give you a
personal tour.

All right.

Is it popular?

Very.

Valerie, I'm impressed.

You mean surprised,
right?

Maybe a little bit.

I've changed a lot
since you knew me.

So I see.

Your teeth turned
out nice.

God, I was awful-looking
back then.

Not awful.

Awkward, maybe.

Definitely not awful.

So you do remember me?

Of course I do.

Remember the night
we missed the bus in Oslo?

How could I forget.

If you hadn't lent me
your sleeping bag,

I would have frozen to death.

I did.

No, you didn't.

As I recall, you were very warm.

Didn't you share Mary Beth's
sleeping bag that night?

You noticed.

Well, she was
my roommate, Colin.

I made her tell me everything
about you.

I didn't know
you were interested.

I was.

But that was a long time ago.

Nice wall.

Well, it does keep
the ceiling off the floor.

No, no, you're not seeing
the same thing I'm seeing.

A wall like that,
to me, is a canvas.

And that canvas is crying out
for a mural.

Hi.
Hey, Nat.

I was supposed to meet
somebody here.

Tall, dark,
and bohemian?

Naturally.

Next door.
With Valerie?

Naturally.

Imagine, Val, this'd be
the largest piece

I've ever worked on.

So, what do you think?

I think it's
a great idea.

So do I.

Okay.

We have a deal.

Hey, Kelly.

See that wall?

A month from now,
floor to ceiling,

it's gonna be an original
Colin Robbins.

That's fabulous.

COLIN:
Let's get some dinner.
Okay.

Bye, Val. Thanks.

This must be
my lucky day.

We meet again.
I'm warning you.

I'm wearing
my shoulder pads today.

I didn't see you
in class this morning.

I didn't know you were
looking for me.

I'm Toni.

I'm Dylan.

Would you like
a ride, Toni?

Uh, no, thanks.

I've already got one.

DYLAN:
I'll say.

Nice ride.

Understated.

My father insists.

He, um, he thinks
I need protection.

Mmm.

Is your girlfriend there

paid to approve
the dance card?

To disapprove.

That's too bad, 'cause I had
a great lunch planned for...

Miss Marchette doesn't accept
invitations from strangers.

He's not a stranger, Bruno;

he's been following me
since yesterday.

Besides,

I'm the one
doing the inviting.

Get in.

Less than 300 words.

Let's see if
you really do print

on the basis of talent
and not reputation.

Perhaps you didn't hear me
clearly.

You didn't get the job.

It's freelance.

"It Must Be A Girl Thing"?!

A top ten list
of annoying behavior

intended to introduce
incoming guys

to a new and
distinct species--

the college female.

You're not serious.

No sense of humor.

That's number six.

"Dancing with other girls.

"Raising the curve by flirting
with the professors.

"Pretending

guys want it more."

It takes two to slam dance.

Or one and a wall calendar.

I've read enough.

Ooh, you're only down
to number seven.

"Foreplay"...?

Comes as a complete shock.

You print this,

you'll be doing a real
public service.

Excuse me, I have to get back
to the real world now.

Only interested in one set
of opinions-- her own.

That would be number one.

Walsh, you're right.

Perhaps I didn't give
your column

the proper attention
it deserves.

Much better.

Wait a second.

What exactly is
your problem with me?

Don't flatter
yourself.

It's nothing personal.

Then what is it?
My clips are good.

And even if you don't agree
with what I did as president,

you know that my experience
will make good copy.

Before yesterday,
had we ever met?

No.
Exactly.

So you don't like me because
we're strangers?

Brandon, when you
were president,

the only person on
this paper you dealt with

was the editor.

Just like
in administration,

the only person you dealt
with was the chancellor.

And you think I need
to be brought back
down to earth.

How sweet.
I think
getting your ego

into the solar system
would be achievement enough.

Judging by your
opinion of men,

I would say you're the one
with the untamed ego.

As if your opinion of women

is so sensitive.
Oh, my opinion

is right on and
I can prove it.

Really? And how do
you plan to do that?

The way any good
journalist would:

a little research.

You and me go into
the field.

We observe men and
women together

in their natural habitat.

Nice try.

But you don't work
for this paper.

What's the matter?

You afraid you're
gonna find out

that women really aren't
superior, after all?

I never said
we were superior.

Just better.

Peach Pit After Dark.
8:00.

Be there or be square.

A lounge lizard
and a throwback.

What an attractive
combination.

So it's a date?

Certainly not.

It's a challenge.

COLIN:
After dark.

You know, the things
you see after dark.

Night.

Neon.

The 59th Street Bridge.

A sliver of moon.

Is this a game
two can play?

Sure.

Close your eyes.

All right, what
do you see?

Steam pipes,

taillights on yellow cabs.

You know, New York.

We'll bring a little
bit of Gotham

right into the heart
of Beverly Hills.

(door closes)
DAVID: Ah, hey, Kel.

Colin, how's it going?

Hey, how's your mom?

Time-consuming.

Where the hell have you been?

I'm fine, Val.
Thanks for asking. And you?

This isn't funny.

You should've been here
hours ago

to do Ray's sound check
and set the stage.

Is Ray here yet?

No.
Then relax.

All right?
I've been setting up

a 4,000-seat venue
all summer long;

I think I can handle
the Peach Pit After Dark.

David, I need you.

Now, can you get started?

Yes, sir.

Can I talk to you for a second?

You were way out of
line down there.

Well, thanks for the advice,

but I think I can run
my own club.

Do you even know why
David was late?

Probably overslept.

No, he was moving his mother

from a halfway house
to an apartment.

Oh.

I had no idea.

No kidding.

Wait a minute.

Are you coming down on me
because the way I treated David

or the fact that I hired Colin
to paint a mural?

That depends.

How are you treating Colin?

Like a friend.

Nothing more.

WAITER:
Sirloin to go.

With all the trimmings.

Thank you.

You know
what they say--

quickest way to a woman's heart

is through her bodyguard's
stomach.

I wouldn't know.

Most guys see Bruno
and they keep their distance.

Must be tough.

Mm, I'm used to it.

It's been like that
since I can remember.

But I guess I do get lonely
sometimes.

What exactly is he protecting
you from, anyway?

Nothing.

Everything.

My father's imagination, mostly.

Mm.

Yeah, what's he like?

Your father.
Tell me about him.

Which one?

The man who drives me crazy

and makes me live at home
instead of on campus,

or the one

who works so hard I sometimes
wonder if he knows I exist?

Or the man who I love more
than life itself?

I think I'll try "What he does
for a living" for 500, Alex.

High finance--

mergers, acquisitions,
leveraged buyouts.

Stuff like that.

Yeah, high finance--
not exactly my thing.

What is your thing?

I don't know.

A little of this, a little that,

a little of the other thing.

Obviously,
you're a Communications major.

Actually,
I'm not a major at all.

I don't even go to school.

Then what were you doing
in my class?

Well, every September,

I get this urge
to go back to school, so I do,

and then on the first day,
my sense comes back to me,

and, uh, I go to the beach.

Oh. A bum.

Maybe my father's imagination
isn't so vivid after all.

Yeah, well, maybe we ought
to get this out to Bruno

before it gets cold.

(laughs)

I had fun.

Well, so did I.

Maybe we should do this
again sometime.

How about tonight?

Oh, I don't know
about that.

It sounds tempting,
but I'd hate to be responsible

for your dad having
to pay Bruno time and a half.

Oh, let me take care of Bruno.

Yeah, and what are you gonna do,
tie him up?

Live in a gilded cage
long enough,

and you find ways to escape.

I didn't think there was
a disobedient bone in your body.

I know this great dance club--
The Peach Pit After Dark.

Have you heard of it?

Sounds vaguely familiar, yeah.

I'll get there as soon as I can.

Won't your father be upset?

Mm, if I'm happy, he's happy.

And are you? Happy?

I don't know yet.

BRANDON:
Hey, Steve,

coming down to
the club, buddy?

Well, as soon as I get
these tutors out of my way.

20 interviews lined up
in the next 30 minutes.

Ah, the in-depth
approach, huh?

Don't worry about me.

I know exactly
what I'm looking for.

Gorgeous or corrupt?

Preferably? Both.

(laughs)
(doorbell rings)

Looks like your
first victim's here.

See you later, buddy.

Thanks, pal.

Thanks for responding
to my ad.

Let me start by telling you what
I'm looking for in a math tutor.

I'm looking for a risk-taker,

someone who's willing to combine

my entrepreneurship
with their academic skills.

You want to pay me
to do your work?

Exactly.

You should be ashamed
of yourself.

I am. Completely.

But I'll get over it.

Is that a yes?

You mean, like,
I'm supposed to be the tutor?

(laughs)

(laughs)

Sure.
And you'll do all
my homework for me?

Yeah, sure.
You'll take
all my exams?

Yeah, sure.
Five dollars an
hour sound okay?

Yeah, sure.

I plan
to do my studying on Mars.

How's that sound?

(laughs)
Yeah, sure.

Walsh!

Keats?

What, never seen
a girl before?

No, no, it's not that.

It's just, I...

(laughs)

I never knew you were
so, uh... so...

Intellectual?

(laughs)

Come on.
I got pull around here.

Yeah, well, tell me
they've named a drink

after you,
and I'm yours.

(both laughing)

Otis, my man.

(dance music blaring)

Everything's all set.

Oh, David, listen, um,

I'm really sorry
about earlier.

I was really out of line.

Forget it.

No.

How's your mom doing?

She's, uh... She's fine.

Kelly told me what's going on.

Yeah, uh,

well, I-I got her
into an apartment.

You know, maybe it'll, uh...

make it a little easier.

Listen, if you ever need
anybody to talk to,

I've got a lot of experience
with crazy parents.

Yeah.
Doesn't everybody?

(laughs)

Well, some parents
are crazier than others.

Look, uh, you want me
to tell Ray

to get ready to go on?

Yeah, yeah-- 20 minutes.

All right.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Yeah.

(strumming)

Hey, how's it going?

(sighs)

Man, you want to go on
instead of me?

Why? What's wrong?

I'm nervous.

Come on, man, you're
ready for this.

I hope so.

Well, ready or not,
you're going on at 10:00.

Hey, the Kormans want
to come in and say hi.

All right.

Hi.

Ray, you remember Jerry
and Barbara Korman.

And this is their
daughter Jessica.

Hey, how you doing?
Thanks for coming.

Looking forward to hearing
you sing-- Donna's raved.

RAY:
Well, advance

billing is hard to live up to.

Yeah, well, if anything,
I undersold.

JESSICA:
Got any

soda or chips or something?

Jessica...

Not up here, sweetie.

This isn't much
of a dressing room.

JERRY:
Uh, excuse her.
She's used to

a larger venue.

Well, I hope
you guys enjoy the show.

Oh, I'm sure we will.

But we're not the ones
you have to impress.

Yeah, Jessica's my barometer.

If she likes you,

you're as good as gold.

(nervous laugh)

(heavy sigh)

As far as experimental
laboratories go,

this place
isn't that bad.

I'd say the men
have behaved quite well.

The night is
still young.

♪ I want to be free ♪

♪ To live a life again ♪

♪ You got to believe ♪

♪ It's never too late
to begin... ♪

Excuse me, but I can't
help but wonder, um,

do you have a mirror
in your pocket?

No. Why?

'Cause I sure can see
myself in your pants.

(clears throat)

As you were saying?

Men are scum.

Hey, seriously, uh,

haven't we met
somewhere before?

Yeah, we have.

I'm the secretary
at your VD clinic.

(clears throat)

You cheated.

He was downwind
of your perfume.

All's fair in war.

And love?

Love's got nothi''
to do with it.

Okay.

Hey. Drowning
your sorrows?

Make this a quadruple, okay?

BARTENDER:
One quadruple ginger
ale coming up.

Mr. Bardwell thinks
I have a math problem.

The man's vicious.

(laughs)
Why? What'd he do?

The unthinkable-- took away
my four-day weekends.

Ooh, criminal.

You have to take
remedial math?

Five days a week.

Five mornings a week.

If I don't pass,
I don't graduate.

Well, why don't
you get a tutor?

Oh, gee, why didn't
I think of that?

(laughs weakly)
Have you started looking?

You wouldn't believe

the geek chorus
I've been interviewing.

I know I'm going
to regret this...

(clears throat)

...but I could probably
really help you, you know.

Please tell me
you'll take my exams for me?

No. I'm going to make
your life a living hell.

Huh.

But you'll pass math.

Steve, you made it.
Find a tutor?

Yeah. I volunteered.

Well, she's beautiful,
but is she corrupt?

I don't think so.

CLARE:
When it comes to math,

boys, I play
by the numbers.

(snickers)

I bet she paints
the same way.

(clears throat, laughs)

Yeah.

I'm back.
Hey.

Maybe I should just
paint a big portrait

of you on that wall.

What, are you drunk?

Not yet.

Want something?

No, I'm fine.

Want to dance?

No.

Want to go to my
place and get naked?

So much.

Mmm.

You think anybody
will mind

if we don't stick
around for Ray's show?

I think Donna will understand.

Congratulations.

Another big turnout.

Thanks.

Don't let it
get to you, Val.

I know.

Got to learn to live with it.

Join the club.

Where have you been?

I was beginning to think

maybe you couldn't
get by Bruno tonight.

Bruno was a little
cagier than usual.

Listen, I was thinking,
let's not go in here.

Well, why?
This is a great club.

Yeah, it is, I just...
you know, I've been here a lot.

Really? I've never
seen you here before.

Mostly I hang at the Peach Pit.

It's next door, and, you know,
I know everybody, and...

The truth is,
I bought this place once.

Very impressive.

A bum like you owns
a place like this.

It's amazing what money'll buy.

Tell me more.

I'd rather not.

Why are you
holding out on me?

I just... you know,
I just don't like the idea

of people hanging out with me
'cause of my money.

I'll, uh, keep that in mind.

So...

do you want to introduce
me to your friends?

Okay.

Hey, Steve.

Hey, Dylan.

How you doin', bro?
Okay.

Dylan, didn't expect
to see you here.

Well, I didn't exactly
plan to be here tonight.

Valerie, uh,
this is Toni.

Hi. Nice to meet you.
Hi.

Nice to meet you, too.

Any friend
of Dylan's...

Should have
her head examined.

Steve Sanders.
Toni. Nice to meet you.

Yo, McKay!

Hey.

(clears throat)

Boy, you weren't
kidding, man.

You know everyone
in this place.

Yeah, I just didn't
really expect them

to all show up
on the same night.

Hey, B, how you doing?
Hey.

Why the big turnout?
Ah, Ray's
doing a showcase.

Susan Keats,
Dylan McKay.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

You, too.
Uh, I didn't
catch your name.

Toni Marchette.
Nice to meet you.

Ah. I've, uh,
heard a lot about you.

You have?
(clears throat)
Not really.

He's just fumbling
for conversation.

It's what he does.

Uh, ladies and gentlemen,
at long last,

Mr. Ray Pruit.

(applause, cheering
and whistling)

Thank you.

(mid-tempo rock intro)

♪ Would have sold my soul
for you ♪

♪ Would have lived my whole life
through for you ♪

♪ Oh, blood, sweat, tears
for you ♪

♪ But you're running away
from me ♪

♪ Oh, rebel I see you ♪

♪ In the morning sun ♪

♪ I try to tell you
I'm the one ♪

♪ But you're running away
from me ♪

♪ And why do you
keep telling me ♪

♪ I'm not the one
I used to be ♪

♪ Let me tell you why ♪

♪ Why I'm still calling ♪

♪ Why I'm still falling ♪

So, good as gold?

What do you
say, boss?

He's great.

Platinum.

♪ How many times
do I need to say ♪

♪ Need to say ♪

♪ The same thing
a different way ♪

♪ Everything I ever do
is for you ♪

♪ You're running away from me ♪

♪ When I tell you
you're the key ♪

♪ You're the key ♪

♪ You're everything to me ♪

♪ Every truth I ever knew ♪

♪ But you're running away
from me... ♪

I'm perfectly capable

of walking to my car
by myself.

Oh, no, you're not.

I'm escorting you.

It's late, it's dark.

It's a guy thing.

Well, if you're expecting
to kiss me good night,

you can forget about it.

Actually, I was thinking
about proving you right.

I beg your pardon?

Number one
on your hit parade:

"Expecting to score
on the first date."

(chuckling)

Well...

thank you for walking
me to my car, Brandon.

It was very
nice of you.

A kind word for me?

I'm shocked.

Don't be.

It's a girl thing.

Good night, Brandon.

Good night.

(engine starting)

All right.

I have three simple
rules, okay?

You follow them, there
won't be any problem.

I'm not very good at
following rules, but go ahead.

CLARE:
You're all my witnesses
here, okay?

One, you do your
own homework.

Two, you do my
practice problems.

What are you, crazy?

I'm not doing
any extra work.

Okay, fine.

Then, um, say hello
to the geek chorus.

STEVE:
What's your third rule?

You break the rules,
the price goes up.

Go ahead, Clare, gouge him.

All right.

I was thinking we'll
start with about...

I don't know, ten
bucks a session.

Ten bucks an hour,
are you crazy?

Ten bucks a
half-hour, Steve.

DYLAN:
That comes out

to about 20 bucks an hour

for you mathematically
challenged people, sporto.

How much for topless?
(snorts)

Uh, that you can't
afford, Steve.

Sorry.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Jolt Records' newest
recording star.

Hey, don't jinx it.

Nobody's offered me
anything yet.

Eh, don't listen to him,
he's as good as signed.

Better practice
your penmanship there, Ray.

Yeah.

It's getting pretty late;
I better get you home.

I don't want to go yet--
I like these guys.

Eh, give us time.

Yeah, besides,
you've got

an early class
in the morning.

Yeah, I guess I do.

So does Steve.

Well, it was really nice
to meet all of you.

Nice meeting you.
You, too.

Yeah, you, too.
Nice meeting you, also.

Wait right here,
I'll get the check.

Beautiful girl.

Hadn't noticed.

You expect me to
believe that?

You can believe
whatever you want.

Talk about your Capulets
and your Montagues.

You're headed for a
tragic ending, Romeo.

This isn't Shakespeare, Brandon.

Oh, no, but it is
classic McKay.

Brandon, it was a
pleasure to meet you.

Same here.

Ready?

Yeah.
Good night.

Good night.

DYLAN:
This is not a house.

This is more like a castle.

I'm surprised you people
don't have a moat.

My dad started
from nothing,

and all this reminds him
of how far he's come.

Sounds like you're
his biggest fan.

I'm a daddy's girl
and proud of it.

I know the answer
to your question.

What question?

Am I happy?

Oh, yeah, that
question.

Well?

Yeah.

Bruno.

Who is that kid?

Some guy she
met on campus.

Check him out.

Morning.

What are you
doing up?

I've got a
busy morning.

I've got a lot of
stuff to do today.

Oh, no, come back
to bed.

No, I can't.

You sleep.

I made you breakfast.

I have to get up.

I have a class at 10:00.

I'll be at the club all
day, if you need me, okay?

Okay.
All right.

See you.
Bye.

(door opening, closing)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

WOMAN:
Hello, is Colin Robbins there?

No, you just missed him.

Can I ask who's calling?

Yes, would you tell him Claudia
from New York.

Just a minute, let me get
something to write with.

Mm-hmm.

Does he have your number?

Yes, he has it.

Just tell him Claudia
at the gallery.

Oh... "at the gallery".

Sure, I'll tell him you called.

Thank you.

Bye.

I can't believe
you ran my column.

Well, I decided, if you wanted
to hang yourself,

I might as well
give you the rope.

So, am I dead yet?

A dissenting view,
no matter how misinformed,

never hurts circulation,

which is why I'm giving you
one column a week,

50 bucks a column.

And you're welcome.

Thank you.

I'll only accept
on one condition, though.

Have dinner with me.

(laughing)

Uh, why would I want to do that?

Why not?

Because we have nothing
in common.

In fact, you really
get on my nerves.

You're one of the most
antagonistic

people I have ever met.

So, you like Italian?

You haven't listened
to a word I've said.

It must be a guy thing.

Bye, Walsh.
Bye, Keats.

Funny column.

Phone's been ringing
off the hook.

Any more good news?
Yeah.

He's got a cute butt.

Tell me about it.

(giggling)

(sighs)

Getting an
early start?

You know it.

What's all this for?

It's the only way
to reach the top.

Little tip I got
from Michelangelo.

Well, the trouble is,
when you step back

to admire your work,
it's a long way down.

I'll keep that in mind.

Come on in, I'll buy you
some breakfast.

Get some of the guys
to give you a hand.

That'd be grand;
thanks a lot.

Yeah.

Quite a show you put
on here last night.

How would you know?

You left early.

I saw the size
of the crowd.

You really packed
this place.

Well, a lot of people
are gonna see your mural.

Yeah, could be
good for me.

That's the general idea.

Need any help?

Some inspiration, maybe?

Everyone can use
a little of that.

Yeah, even me.

Even though it's
not exactly inspiration.

It's more like a dream.

Dreams are good.

I've had this one
since I was 15 years old

with braces on my teeth.

I've always dreamed
about kissing you.

I'm flattered.

Oh, who am I kidding?

It was just a fantasy.

Thanks.

I'll never forget that.