All language subtitles for Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990) - S06E04 - Everythings Coming Up Roses (480p DVD x265 Panda)_track4_[eng]

DYLAN:
"To the Federal Bureau
of Investigation:

"If you're reading this letter,
it means I am dead.

"Since you guys
dropped the ball,

"I took matters
into my own hands.

"In September,
I began investigating

"Anthony Marchette,
the man you and I both know

is responsible
for my father's death."

(knocking)

Who is it?

It's me, Toni.

Hold on.

Hi.

Surprised to see me?

A little.

How'd you find out where I live?

I have my ways.

I looked up your address
in the phone book, Dylan.

Yeah, the old phone book ploy.

(chuckles)

Am I interrupting anything?

No. Uh, not really.

Good. 'Cause I came
to pick you up.

Where are we going?

The beach. Surf's up.

Aren't you supposed to be
in school or something?

Mmm, to hell with school.

Okay.

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NARRATOR:
And so,

for more than a century,
the world has

welcomed in the New Year
with the annual Rose Parade.

Magnificent floral floats,

melodious marching bands,

expert equestrians
and the reigning centerpiece

of the festivities, the Rose
Queen and her Royal Court,

a holiday tradition for
hundreds of millions

of people worldwide.

So, please...

Where did they learn
to wave like that?

Oh, it's all in the wrist.

Hello.

(chuckles)

Hi. I'm Leslie Sumner.

It's my privilege
to be here today

representing
the Tournament of Roses.

Some of you might remember me
when I attended C.U.

and was president
of the Alpha Omega sorority.

(cheering, applause)

Well, here I am, living proof
that when you graduate

from college, you might
actually get a job.

(laughter)

As assistant director
of public relations

for the Tournament of Roses,
I thought it might be fun

to come back here
and encourage C.U. women

to try out for the Royal Court.

(whispering):
Sounds fun.

Donna, you are such
a sucker for tiaras.

LESLIE:
...even the tryouts
are an event.

And you and an escort
receive tickets

to one of the most terrific
parties of the year,

the Royal Ball,
(door opens)

featuring fabulous
big band music

and dancing all night long.

The selection process
for the Rose Queen

has become
an enormous challenge,
(clears throat)

with over 700...

Harmless tradition or
sexist institution?

What do you think?

I think anything that's
lasted a hundred years

can't be all bad.

What are you
doing here, anyway?

Leslie Sumner's an old friend.

I thought I'd check it out,
maybe write a column.

Fine.

I can run it
opposite my editorial,

if it's halfway literate.

Let me guess your lead.

"The Tournament of Roses Royal
Court is just another excuse

to have women
parading around like morons."

Not bad.

Mind if I steal that?

Be my guest.
Hmm.

What's your lead gonna be?

I love a parade.

(clears throat)

Hi, Ray.

Hi, Donna.

Hi.
Hey.

Jessica, right?
You remembered.

Now, how could I forget
a face as cute as yours?

Thanks.

So, how come you're
not in school?

I kind of have a cold.

See, my left nose is stuffed up,
and that's why I'm here

hanging out and helping my dad
run the company.

Want some?

Uh, no thanks.

KORMAN:
Jessie, where's Christina?

Oh, she went to smoke
a cigarette down in the garage.

Great.

Hi, Mr. Korman.

Donna, Ray, didn't Christina
call you

to cancel?
I can't see you today.

Oh.

KORMAN:
Don't worry.

We'll reschedule.

Has my Jessica been

taking good
care of you?

Oh, yeah.
I haven't been offered

apple juice in a box
with a little straw in years.

I think you should put her
on the payroll.

I told you, Daddy.

Oh, now I'm
in trouble.

Uh, Mr. Korman,
I brought you a tape.

Uh, just leave it.
I'll get to it soon.

I'll listen to it.

Thanks, sweetheart.

Think you have a fan.

(chuckles)

"I'm a sensitive,
gentle, caring person.

"For me,
honesty is everything.
(typing)

"I have to be
friends first,

and that takes time."

What are you doing?

(beep)

Trolling the C.U. love lines.

Shouldn't you be doing your
homework for your math tutor?

Hey, I get enough of
that from Clare, okay?

Back off.

Besides, I got a hot one here.

Steve,
I don't want

to step on your toes,

or anything else
for that matter,

but, uh, why don't you just

get a dirty magazine
like normal people?

Besides-- "sensitive,
gentle, caring"?

Ever hear of
truth in advertising?

Well, yeah, but you get
more honey with flies.

(chuckles)

Can't argue
with logic like that.

Okay, stand back.
Here comes her reply.

"Dear
Tenderheart..."

Tenderheart?
What is he, the king

of some country
I never heard of?

Actually, he's
a Care Bear.

Sneaky, huh?

Gets them right in the G-spot.

Uh...

"It's so hard to meet guys

"like you, with such
a sensitive soul.

"You really are
an exception.

"I-I'd like to get
to know you better.

E-mail me. Love, Cuddles."

Are you really serious
about this?

Hey, hey, don't knock it.

One of my KEG pledges
met his girlfriend this way.

And she's a knockout.

Beats the hell
out of a blind date.

Want to try?

(chuckles):
No, thanks.

I got my hands full
with Ms. Susan Keats.

Oh, yeah?
A little newsroom necking?

Not quite.

I haven't found her
defrost button quite yet.

Well, tell her
what Tenderheart would say.

And what's that, Steve?

Love makes me cry.

And use a little lip.

Like that?

It gets them.

(Sheila humming tune)

Ma, would you play
a card already?

I'm going nuts here.

Oh. Okay.

Oh!

Gin.

(both chuckle)

All right, that's it,
you got me.

I'm out of here.

Oh, one more hand.

I'm all cleaned out.

Oh, come on.

It's my first night
in my new apartment.

Keep me company.

Ma, I've been
keeping you company

for, like, three hours now.

I got to go home and study.

I told you to bring your books.
I could've helped you.

You know, I'm a cum laude.

Look, I told you,
I-I got to go home.

Just one more hand.

Please?

All right, fine. One more.

That's it.

(sighs)

Hey, Nat.

Huh?

If "X" squared
is 81,

what's seven times "X"?

Sixty-three.

How'd he do that?

It's nine times
seven, Steve.

Will you quit giving him
the answers, Willie?

Why?

Because it's called cheating.

And that's how you got into
this trouble to begin with.

(sneers)

Hello.

Homework, please.

(chuckles)

(clears throat)

(chuckles)

Two problems
out of 30.

Twenty-eight?

Good.

You can subtract.

Steve, I told you
to show your work.

Clare, what do you care?

You're still getting paid.

Let me ask you something.

If you don't do the work,
who gets hurt, you or me?

Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Arnold.

I thought this was
a victimless crime.

You know what? I hope you
look good in a paper hat.

Give me that, all right?

I'll do it.

From now on, if you
don't do your homework,

you pay double.

See ya.

If she hits me one more time...

(sighs):
Hi, guys.
Hey.

Hi.
Hey.

So what's
the verdict?

Are you gonna throw
your tiara in the ring?

Yeah, I'm in.

Me, too.

I figure we owe it to
Leslie to at least show up.

Well, luckily,
I don't know Leslie.

Hey, if I can do
it, you can do it.

Besides, we're just
doing it to go

to the Tournament of
Roses party, right?

Yeah, I guess.

But when I was eight years old,

Cindy Walsh and my mother
entered Brenda and I

in the Little Miss
Minneapolis pageant.

You're kidding.

VALERIE:
Yeah, we didn't
make it to the finals,

but at least Brenda
didn't throw up on a judge.

(laughs)

All right,
Valerie's excused.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm pretty
sure that I'm not

gonna get Colin to
go to this thing.

How come?

He's a
workaholic.

Once he starts a project,

he won't leave
until it's finished.

Well, I'm paying for the mural.

I'll give him the night off.

Valerie, please,
just stay out of it.

He'll think
that I put you up to it,

and then he'll be furious at me.

Nah, leave it to me.

I'll get to him.

All right.

Hey, Michelangelo.

How's it going?

Well, it's, uh, not quite

the finger of God
touching the hand of man,

but it's definitely a start.

Do you need any help?

Actually, that'd be great, yeah.

Take this end all the
way down over there.

Like this?

Yeah.

Just follow the edge.

You got it?

(chuckles):
Yeah.

Now, start pressing it down

and, uh, work your way
up toward me.

(laughs):
How am I doing?

Perfect.
Perfect.

So you got plans
for the weekend?

Are you kidding?

If I don't start
building up some momentum,

I'll forget why I'm here.

Well, um...

I don't have any plans either.

So, uh,

if you need any help,
I'll be around all weekend.

Thanks.

I may take you up on that.

Let's not tell Kelly.

Donna, you think coral
is too light for fall?

Definitely.

Yeah, just do French.

That's always safe.

You know, if I
didn't bribe you

with a manicure once a
week, I'd never see you.

Well, you'll never guess
what I'm doing this afternoon.

What?

I'm going to the first tryouts
for the Rose Court.

The Tournament of Roses
Royal Court?

Mom, how many others are there?

Well, for someone

who has as much homework
as you say you have

that sounds pretty frivolous.

What was being a debutante about
last year?

Academic
enrichment?

No, that was different.

If you'd have been serious about
fulfilling your obligations,

you would have taken
yourself out of school

for a semester.

Besides, a debutante
does not compete.

What's wrong with competition?

Honey, I'm just...

I'm just looking out
for your feelings.

I don't want you to
be disappointed.

I am so sick of this.

You know
I'm never good enough,

I'm never pretty enough for you.

I mean, how could I possibly
get chosen for anything, right?

Donna, I never said that.

Fine, you do
whatever you want to do.

Don't listen to your mother.

I just don't understand you
that's all.

I thought you'd get
a big kick out of this.

Well, I guess
that makes two of us.

'Cause I don't understand you,
either.

Hi.

What's with
the helmet?

I didn't know you
had a motorcycle.

I didn't know
you had a surfboard.

Did you go out today?

Nah. It's flat.
No waves.

So c'mon, let's go.

I can't. I have school.

To hell with school.

DONNA:
Hey, Val, you
decided to come.

Hi, guys.

What are you
doing here?

Well, I had to see
this for myself.

Besides, you said it was
the party of the year, right?

Hey, the more
the merrier.

I don't know how merry
it's gonna be.

You're the only one
who has a date, Donna.

Listen, Kel, I'm really sorry
about the Colin thing.

I tried to convince him to take
the night off and go.

What the hell.

How hard can it be to find
a couple of guys in tuxedos

who want to come
to a free party?

Ladies...

Ladies, may I have
your attention, please?

Thank you.

Each of you have
been given a number

and from now on, throughout
the entire selection process,

that is how the judges
will know you.

So, when the group is called
with your number in it,

it will be time for your review

in front of the selection
committee.

And now, for anybody
who is interested,

uh, while you wait,

I will be leading a tour
through the Tournament House.

Good afternoon.

I'm number 263.

I live in San Marino

and I'm very pleased
to meet you all.

Thank you.

Why doesn't she
just tell them

what they really
want to hear.

Hi, my measurements
are...

You know, Susan,

no one is insulting
these women,

or embarrassing them,
or humiliating them.

This is an American
tradition.

So were minstrel shows,

but you don't exactly see men
running around in blackface

getting down on one knee and
singing "Mammy" anymore.

You probably don't
like football, either.

Too violent.

What about cheerleaders?

Too cheerful.

You know
what your problem is?

No. Why don't
you tell me.

You criticize

just for the sake
of being critical.

It's elitist,
not to mention unattractive.

Well, as an elitist,

do you know what I have
to say to that?

What?

I'm rubber, you're glue.

And names will never hurt me.

That's Bruno,

think we can
lose him?

Yeah, hang on.

The Tournament House was
originally

the Pasadena home
of the Wrigley family,

this is...

Donna, you grew up in a
house just like this.

I know.

I think we had the same
wallpaper.

This house is a little
too conservative for me.

When you sign on
to the Rose Court,

I guarantee you get a chastity
belt with the roses.

Clare!

And over here,

in this case, are some
of the tiaras that were worn

by the Rose Queen
throughout the years.

Oh, look at these.

They're beautiful.

I used to make tiaras like
these for my dolls.

You're kidding, right?

Oh, you didn't grow up
in Southern California.

The Rose Queen was
a very big deal.

My Barbie won every year.

So did mine.

And this,
this is the rose garden,

where hundreds of varieties of
roses are cultivated every year.

Well, I have to admit,

this is really beautiful.

Can you imagine actually getting
picked to be in the Rose Court

and getting to ride in that
parade on New Year's Day?

Donna, you're not

actually getting serious
about this, are you?

Why shouldn't I?

I mean, I have just
as good a chance

as anyone else here.
VALERIE:
Wake up, Donna.

There's a thousand girls here
and only seven slots.

I know.

But I can dream, can't I?

CLARE:
No offense, Don.

But to me it sounds more
like a nightmare.

That's because

you're not Felice Martin's
little daughter.

Donna was born
to be a Rose Princess.

VALERIE:
Well, I'm finished.

I'm outta here,
guys.

Well, if it isn't my
favorite wannabe
princesses.

Hey, Brandon.

So you're gonna
put my name in the paper?

You're a number now, Donna,
don't you forget it.

You know, Susan,

they don't give them numbers
to dehumanize them.

They merely do it
to prevent favoritism

or nepotism
or any other ism.

DONNA:
That's right.

Number 675
and proud of it.

Where's Valerie?

She's already finished.

LESLIE:
Number 674!

Oh, ooh, I'm next,
I'm next.

Good luck.

Thank you.
Stand up.

You, too.

Hi.

I'm number 675.

I'm a native
of Southern California.

And I'm a Liberal Arts major
at California University;

and I have seen every
single Rose Parade

ever since I can remember.

It's a great tradition

and I would be honored
to be part of it.

Thank you, 675.

You're very lovely.

Thank you.

Oh, I think so.
Yeah.

Wow. That was
some ride.

Do you think we
lost Bruno?

I think we lost Bruno.

You know, that was my first
time on a motorcycle.

So, what'd you think?

I thought, it was...

sexy.

I want to drive it.

Oh, be careful.

Relax.

I'll be fine.

Are you sure?

Okay, which one's the gas?

Okay, this is the gas
right here.

What else do I
need to know?

That's your clutch.

This is a gear shift.

And that's a brake.

Do I need to, uh, turn
the key to start it?

Turn a key? No.

This one you gotta
kick start.
You mean

like this?

Uh, yeah,
like that.

Hey...

(tires screeching)

I lied.

Yeah.

Where did you ever learn
to ride like that?

Well, my father always
wanted a son.

Well...

personally speaking,

I'm very glad that, uh,

your father didn't get
what he wanted.

Boy, I thought you were
never gonna do that.

Hey, you.

Hi.

When are you gonna take a break
and give me a kiss?

Am I glad to see you.
Hmm.

You know in New York,

you got time off
for good behavior.

You got that wrong.

I took time off
for bad behavior with you.

Any chance I could get some more
of that?

I like it when you're bad.

You know,

I don't have to go to this
ball thing tomorrow night.

I could stay here
and help you,

and kiss you and...

help you,
and kiss you.

Problem is, when I'm kissing,
I'm not painting.

Tell you what.

Go to the party,
have a great time,

and, uh,
we'll hook up later.

All right, but I would've loved
to see you in your tux.

I'll wear it to bed.

You got a deal.

It's okay, my brother
will take me.

He'll do anything for me.

No way, I'm not wearing a tux.

David, come on.

Everybody's going
to be there.

I mean, it'll be great.

It'll be music
and food and girls.

Lots of girls.

Probably, like,
a thousand girls.

And they'll all be gorgeous.

And they'll all have dates.

Well, at least one of them will
be there with her stepbrother.

NAT:
Hey, David?

You got a phone call.
It's your mother.

(sighs)

How'd she track me down here?

Oh.

Uh, Kelly,
I forgot to tell you,

I'm supposed to play cards
with my mom tomorrow night.

Oh, well, at least
that's an acceptable excuse.

No, actually,
you're the excuse.

I'd much rather wear a tux

than, uh, play another hand
of gin with my mom.

(lively chatter
and laughter)

Hello.

(sighs)

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

Clare, if you gave me
a multiple choice,

at least I'd have
half a chance.

Steve, I don't think
you get it, okay?

You see, math is the one subject

where you kind of can't
take the easy way out.

Oh, yeah?

Then why did they invent
calculators, huh?

I'm starting
to feel really sorry for you,

so I'm going to ask you
an easy question, okay?

If I have

two tickets to a Royal Ball,

but I'm only using one,

how many do
I have left?

Uh, one ticket.

Yay! You got it right.
Congratulations.

Great. So what do I win?

A date with me.

(crickets chirping)

All right, man,
move your feet.

If your mom could
only see you now.

Yeah.

So, what's this
Marchette kid like anyway?

She's all right.

She's cute as hell.

Is she?

Like you hadn't noticed.

I don't want to talk
about Tony Marchette

or his daughter, all right?

Oh, that's a change.

What's going on?

You falling
for her?

So?

(laughs)

Like I didn't see
that one coming.

Don't worry about it.

I know what I'm doing.

Then would you mind telling me?

What's this?

It's the key
to a safety deposit box.

There's some stuff in there.

Anything happens to me,
you, uh, get it to the FBI.

Fine. Just don't ask me
to write your eulogy.

Hey, I don't plan on dying.

(laughs)

Neither did your father, Dylan,

but if the government
couldn't protect Jack,

what makes you think
you can protect yourself?

Jack knew the odds, so do I.

Just watch your back.

STEVE:
Brandon, get in here.

I got an emergency.

(sighs)

Steve, what's
the matter?

I'm in live chat, and no matter
what key I hit, nothing happens.

I'm locked out.
It's broken or something.

Steve, you unplugged
the keyboard, that's all.

Ah.
There you go.

Thank you very much.

What are you
doing, Steve,

hacking into the
National Security
Network in there?

It's-It's nothing,
really.

Why don't you guys go back
to doing what you were doing?

No, no, no. What the...
What the hell is that?

Steve? "Dear...
Dear Cuddles...?"

Cyber sex, the last frontier.

DYLAN:
Ooh, Steve, I
knew you were

computer illiterate,
I did not know

you were desperate,
however. Look...

Why don't you just blow in,
okay?

I'm leaving.

Probably a good move.

See you, Dylan.

So, uh, how's it going
there, Tenderheart?

I'm meeting Cuddles
tomorrow night. Mm!

I thought you were going
to the ball with Clare.

Well, I am, but after the
ball, I'll ditch the witch,

cut her broom in half
so she can't follow me,

and then I'll have a date
with my digital dream girl.

Sounds like a plan.

Oh, this is
serious, man.

This is serious.

This girl's fantastic.

She's fun, she's
sexy, she's sensitive,

and unless she looks like
a hockey stick with hair,

I'm off the market.

Well, I wish you luck,
my friend.

Thanks, pal.

(keyboard keys clacking)

(crowd chatter)

And unless anybody else
has anything else,

that's all
she wrote.

Great. Get
out of here.

See you tomorrow.
WOMAN:
Okay.

Same bat time,
same bat channel.

Great meeting, boss.

Very informative.

You were listening?

I could have sworn
I saw you doodling.

Well, it wasn't
that good.

That's the first honest thing
you've said since we met.

You know, I was thinking, since
we're both covering the ball,

maybe you and I
should go together.

I suppose we could do that.

(laughs)

What's the matter,
couldn't get a date?

(both laugh)
I'll let that
one slide.

I'll pick you
up around 8:00?

I said I'd go with you.

I didn't mean in the same car.

I'll meet you there.

I'm sure you'll recognize me.

Yeah, you'll be the one
with the great attitude.

KELLY:
Donna, this is fantastic.

Why aren't you
more excited?

Who would
have thought?

You made the cut!

Certainly not my mother.

She didn't even want me
to try out.

Why is she such a downer?

You know, Kel,

every time I try anything,
she puts it down.

How come she can
make me feel so horrible?

Because she's your mother.

It comes with the territory.

You know, I really
want to do this.

I mean, I know
you guys aren't into it,

but I just... I think it's fun.

You know what, Donna?

That is what makes
the world go around.

Don't worry about what
other people think.

Go for it.

We're behind you 100%.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

DAVID:
All right, guys,
I'm all set.

Come on in.

(hums)

(sniffling)

(sighs)

Don't even think it.

Well, maybe the party
has a beach theme.

(laughing):
Oh, no. Take those off.

I'm just kidding. It's a joke.

Uh, plaid is not funny.

RAY:
Anyone home?

Uh, yeah, we're back here.

Come on, I'll teach you
how to tie that bowtie.

I-I thought they
just clipped on.

Not if you're
my date.

Uh, next victim.

Hey. You all set?

Uh, not really.

Did you rent a tux?

No. I, uh... I can't go.

What?!

I have a booking
tonight.

What are you talking about?

You knew about this party.

I know, but Jerry Korman made me
an offer that I can't refuse.

What offer?

Remember my little fan?

Jessica?

It's her birthday,

and when her dad asked her
what she wanted,

she said... me.

You?

I either headline
her birthday party,

or my record deal is off.

(sighs)

You want some
more iced tea?

Uh, no thanks.

I still have some.

Ugh!

That's it.

It's the last panel.

It's gonna be great.

I hope so.

At this point,
it's a blur to me.

Are you packing it up
for the night?

I'm a free man
until the primer dries.

How come you didn't go

to that party
with the rest of the gang?

Well, I told you
I'd hang out and help you.

Oh, it was nice
to have the company. Thank you.

You hungry?

Yeah. Yeah. Come to think of it,
I haven't eaten all day.

Well, you want
to go get something?

You know, I didn't think
I'd finish up so early.

I got a better idea.

(orchestra playing
big band music inside)

SUSAN:
Everything that's old

is new again.

This big band
is very righteous.

The music is good.

This is, uh, too
cute for words.

Call me crazy.

I got an idea.

Okay, Crazy, what is it?

You and me get
our picture taken.

We run the photo next
to our stories. What do you say?

Okeydoke. Forget I asked.

(clears throat)

Actually, it's
not a bad idea.

(camera shutter clicking)

I'm glad I thought of it.

Of course you are.
(laughs)

(camera shutter clicking)

MAN:
Closer. Closer.

Hey, man, didn't you, uh,

take the pictures

at the West Beverly Prom
a couple of years ago,

class of '93?

Yeah. I done 'em all.

Thought you looked familiar.

You know, you two look like
you're really in love.

Now-Now just
a little bit closer.

Still using the same lines,
I see.

(laughs)
Tell you what.

Say cheese.

(laughs)

You having
a good time?

No.

Good. I thought I
was the only one.

Clare, would you mind
if we left early?

I've got some math homework
I've got to do.

Good for you.

No, I could use an
early night, too.

♪ ♪

Oh, I love big
band music.

Does kind of swing,
doesn't it?

One thing's for sure.

I'm here with the best
dancer in the room.

Ah. Is that a hint?

I thought you'd never ask.

So, is Colin
a good dancer?

I would say
he's in a class by himself.

You should see him
in a Greek restaurant.

A few shots of ouzo,
and watch out for the plates.

So, what do you say we
show 'em what we got?

All right.

(laughs)

(lively, upbeat
big band music plays)

Stop staring at her.

I am not staring.

Still in love
with her?

No.

That's what
they all say.

Wonder what's going on?

Uh, I don't know.

Let's go see.

Uh-oh.

Trouble at 2:00.

Oh.

Well, maybe this evening
will get interesting after all.

Doesn't look like she's
been pining for you much.

Ah, boy.

Your best friend Valerie
just showed up.

Oh, goodie.

Uh, you're not gonna be
too happy when you see

who she showed up with.

(applause, song ends)

Hi.

You are such a bitch.

Kelly, you don't understand.

I understand, perfectly.

(big band music plays)

How dare you show up
here with him.

It was his idea.

Well, you're not going
to get any tears from me

if that's what you're after.

Look, Kel,

I didn't do this
to make you upset.

Colin and I thought
you would be thrilled.

Just stay out of my life,

and stay away from Colin.

You know, I really thought
we could get along.

I thought whatever
friction we had

last year was
water under the bridge.

We had a chance
at becoming real friends.

No matter what you say,
I don't believe you.

You always have

an ulterior motive.

Think whatever you want
about me,

just don't be mad at Colin.

He had the best intentions
for you, okay?

Colin does not need you
to protect him,

and neither do I.
Fine, Kel. Have it your way.

Colin, come with me.
Into the ladies' room?

Yeah, just shut up
and come with me, okay?

Uh, Clare can you
stand guard?

Prince Charming,
Cinderella.

Cinderella,
Prince Charming.

I'm sorry.

I finished early

and I just wanted
to surprise you.

I really am sorry.

Really?
Of course.

I mean, what else could you
possibly be thinking?

I don't know.

Valerie just
drives me crazy sometimes.

Well, I guess it was just
a misunderstanding.

But I think you
do owe her an apology.

Anything but that.

Come on, Kelly.

All right, but not tonight.

(Kelly moans softly)

You know, I'd love
to stick around

for the body count,
but I got to get out of here.

Yeah, me, too.

Good night, guys.

Good night.
Good night.

Hey, Brandon, can you
give me a ride home?

I think I lost my date.

I'd love to, but Susan
and I have to go back

to the newsroom
and file a story.

No rest for the wicked.

Well, I'll give you a ride home,
if you don't mind

stopping by my mom's;
it's on the way.

No problem. Thanks.

But first let's go in
and dance for a while.

I thought you'd
never ask.

(knocking on door)

What?

(groans)

(sighs)

Hi. Did I wake you?

Uh, no, hmm-mm.
What's up?

Just thought you might be up
for some night surfing.

Oh, a little "night surfing"?

Um, when, when did
they light the beach?

Actually, I came by to
say good night to you.

You don't have a telephone?

I can't kiss you
over the telephone.

(moans)

Good night.

Is it hot in here?

Or, uh, is it just me?

Feels fine to me.

(typing)

Susan?

Yeah?

I just wanted
to tell you, uh...

I enjoy working with you.

I think you're
a good editor.

Thank you.

Susan?
Yeah?

There wouldn't
happen to be

a quality that I possess that...

you admire just a little?

Can I get back to you on that?

(chuckles)

Yeah, sure.

Forget I said
anything.

Don't feel bad.

I'm sure I'll think
of something.

I just thought of something
that I like about you.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

Good lips.

Great lips.

♪ ♪

LESLIE:
Ladies and gentlemen,

last dance for the evening.

Well, I've heard of being
fashionably late,

but this is ridiculous.

Donna, may I have
this last dance?

I'd be honored.

Just one condition.

I have to have you
all to myself.

You know you really
are gonna make

one heck of a
Rose Princess.

Yeah, well,
you're gonna make
one heck of a rock star.

You really think
I'm gonna make it?

I know you are.

I know you're
gonna make it, too.

♪ ♪

(bell on door jingles)

Hey, Nat.

Hey, Steve.

How was the ball?

Honestly, the whole time
I was there,

I was wishing I was here.

I'm deeply touched.

Nat, tell me has anyone
come in here asking for someone

by the name
of... Tenderheart?

Yeah, uh, a little while ago.

She's, uh...

she's sitting
over there.

Say it isn't so.

(laughs)

(laughs)

Cuddles!

Tenderheart?

I can't believe
this is happening to me.

Oh, God, this is a nightmare.

And to think I was ready
to give up my freedom for you.

Uh, you're not the only one
that's disappointed here,

okay, Steve?

Mr. Sensitive,

Mr. "Love Makes Me Cry."

Oh, please, I thought
I was coming here

to meet Mother Teresa
in Claudia Schiffer's body.

So I stretched the truth a bit.

"A bit"?

Stuff it, all right?

Well, I didn't lie
about everything.

I am free tonight.

Me, too.

I had a, um, a date,
but I-I ditched him.

Can I buy you a cup of coffee?

Cuddles.

Yeah.

Why not?

Tenderheart.

(both laugh)

I really appreciate you coming
to visit my mom with me.

Hey, no problem.

I know what it's like
to worry about a parent.

Oh, no.

I don't have
a good feeling about this.

This is my mom's apartment.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Excuse me, Officer?

Officer, please.

Excuse me.
I need to get by.

What happened?
Stand back, sir.

No-no-no-- my mom lives
in this building.

I'm sorry sir.
That's her, that's her.

That's my mom!
Excuse me.

Excuse me, that's my mom.
What happened?

Sorry, kid, attempted suicide.

What?!
David, just go.

Go, go, go!
Can I go with her?

Yeah, sure. Hop in.

(siren wails)

(indistinct radio transmission)