90210 s01e20 Episode Script

"Previously on" 90210: - Surprise!|- Donna? You've got to open a store in L.
A.
,|Donna.
Someone with bipolar disorder|needs to maintain balance.
I reserved a suite.
I'll be staying there|till Mom comes home.
- It's probably best I pass on the baton.
|- Adoption? Liam's a psychopath|and an awesome kisser.
- Donna, what's going on?|- David and I are separated.
Okay, Silver, hurry up|and finish that Geometry homework.
Sammy, I need you to turn off|"SpongeBob" and drink your juice.
- I don't like it.
It has bugs.
|- What? Those aren't bugs.
That's pulp.
- Okay, time check?|- Eight-eighteen.
- Oh, Sammy's lunch.
|- I got it.
Already made a turkey sandwich,|granola bar and a sticker that says "I love you.
" - Mommy, I drank the bugs.
|- Oh, you're the best.
I love you.
Okay, Donna, can you? Yep, taking him to the car.
|Come on, Sammy.
Come on, buddy.
Oh, here you go,|Geometry homework.
That last problem set was a killer.
If you get inspired, feel free|to take a hack at the tetrahedron.
Nice try.
Pretty soon you'll be handing in|your homework yourself.
Think you're gonna be ready|to go back to school next week? Sure, I guess.
- Bye.
|- Bye.
You sure you wanna sell this stuff? I mean, honestly, Deb,|there's some real treasures in here.
Big Mouth Billy Bass? No, we cannot sell|Big Mouth Billy Bass.
- Well, let's hope we can.
|- Come on.
I wanna know - We'll put a pin in it.
|- We'll not put a pin.
We will put a price tag on it and sell it.
|It's junk, Harry.
Okay, if it's junk then why are we|trying to sell it? And therein lies the paradox|of the yard sale.
Hand me the singing fish, my love.
- Hey, Annie, you shouldn't have.
|- Yeah, well, I didn't.
It's for Naomi.
|She's giving me a ride to school.
I just wanted to say bye.
Wow, you guys are really making a go|of this whole friendship thing, huh? Yup.
I have decided|that I wanna be a girl's girl.
I don't know if you noticed but I didn't have many girlfriends|back in Kansas.
I was finally|starting to make some here and then I just got lost|in having a boyfriend.
- So now|- You're ready to be a girl's girl.
Bring on the Barbie dolls.
Hey.
- Bye, Mom.
|- Have fun.
Oh, my God,|who left all that junk in your front yard? - You should file a police report.
|- No, no, it's We finally sold our house in Kansas|and we got all this stuff to get rid of.
So we're having a yard sale.
Grossly awesome.
Here.
It's fine.
Go ahead.
|Keep putting on your lipstick.
- You made me coffee?|- Yeah, it's a pretty color on you.
- Sweat pea goes|- It's no problem.
- With my eyes.
Oh, is that a foosball table? Yeah, I used to be really big|into foosball.
Seriously? Me too.
I used to play all the time|with Bella Cruise.
I swear I was like the foosball champ|of St.
Barts.
- We'll have to play.
|- I'd love to.
Oh, I hope it's not cold.
It's perfect.
I don't like my coffee|too hot anyway.
- Hey, what's the rush?|- Oh, hey, Liam.
Where you going, white rabbit? To class, got English.
Oh, yeah?|You wanna be an English teacher? - Teach?|- Yeah.
I mean, say you go to class,|maybe get really into it, right? Then what? You head to college,|become an English major.
Okay.
And then? You graduate with a useless degree|that only qualifies you to teach English at some lame high school|to snot-nosed kids who'd rather be at the beach.
- What are you saying?|- I'm saying let's go to the beach.
Liam? "Quelle" surprise.
Hi, Naomi.
Did I hear you trying to get Ethan|to cut? Because he won't.
- Stop trying to corrupt him.
|- Naomi.
- Don't worry, I got this.
|- No.
I got this.
- Sure, man, let's go to the beach.
|- Cool.
See you, Naomi.
Well, I'm not going with you two|so don't bother asking.
So, what time do we have to go|to your lawyer's? - Oh, no fries for you.
|- Come on, fries are a vegetable.
And I said I'd be there at 4 but But you don't have to come.
I know I don't have to if I don't want to,|but here, buy some real vegetables, kale.
It's really not gonna be that exciting.
I just have to pick up a lot of brochures|and kale, really? Vitamin A helps support|fetal immune functions.
And I know I don't want excitement|but I wanna, you know, lend moral support|if and when it's needed.
Okay, sounds good.
- Do I really have to eat this?|- Loaded with Vitamin C which helps the baby|build strong bones and teeth.
Listen, I'm confiscating|that pregnancy book Sorry,|already committed to memory.
- Did you take your vitamins?|- Yes, Navid.
- Am I driving you crazy?|- Yes, Navid.
Okay, you know what?|Eat your kale.
Let's go.
Come on.
And what type of property|are you looking for? It shouldn't feel too much|like a retail space.
More like an art gallery.
Modern, lots of glass, clean lines.
High ceilings, big windows.
Oh, and a private office space|upstairs.
What else? - Else?|- Oh, marble.
It's gotta have lots of marble.
|I love marble.
And southern exposure,|wooden accents.
Oh, and I want an antique|wooden door with a brass door knocker|in the shape of a tiger's head.
Do you any places like that? Not on the entire planet.
But I'll check the computer.
Boy, you sure do know|what you want for your store.
Let me ask you something.
- Do you want to find a space to rent?|- Sure.
I don't know what I want.
I mean, Japan was supposed to be|a really fun adventure, you know.
And when David got offered a job,|we were like: "Sure, why not live overseas|for a year.
" And then my designs took off|and he got promoted.
And everything just seemed "unmei," meant to be.
Then one year turned into two years,|that became three and four and And now I just miss it here.
I wanna come home.
Especially now that I have Ruby,|I wanna raise her here where I have a support system,|near you.
And David|doesn't wanna move back? We've been fighting about it|for over a year.
And the last couple months things have just been pretty awful|and that's why we separated.
So if I move back here, what? What does that mean? Divorce? I don't know.
Me neither.
I don't know what's gonna happen.
I don't know.
Thanks, Liam.
Ethan.
- Missed you in class today.
|- Oh, yeah.
I wasn't feeling good,|so a friend dropped me off at home.
Now I'm feeling better,|so picking up my car.
Come on, man, cutting class?|It's not you.
I appreciate the observation.
What's going on with you, Ethan? What's going on is I'm sick|of being watched like a hawk.
Big deal.
I missed one class.
|It's not the end of the world.
Yeah, nobody said it was the end|of the world, but it's also not okay.
All right? And Liam's trouble|and you know that so Are you gonna give me detention|or not? Yeah, I am.
Good to know.
Oh, my God, what a freak.
Oh, hello, Silver.
Hey, I saw your movie on YouTube.
|Brilliant.
Seriously, you're like|a female Darren Aronofsky.
Planning on standing me up? - What's wrong?|- They're talking about me.
I can't go back to school.
|There's no way.
Everyone's gonna be laughing at me.
|It was Dixon.
You All right, look, no, they won't.
- And if they do, so what? Who cares?|- I do.
Fine.
Then you know what? Don't let them know that.
Just put on a smile|and act like nothing happened.
And when they ask what|I've been up to for the last month? I don't know.
Tell them|you've taken up gardening.
Or tell them you've been reading|Jane Austen.
And then just smile,|and dare them to give you any trouble.
All right? Just never let them see you sweat.
You gotta fake it till you make it.
Any more platitudes? Keep a stiff upper lip.
And turn the other cheek.
Okay, that sounds kind of tricky, keeping a stiff upper lip|while turning the other cheek.
- But I'll try.
|- Thattagirl.
A hundred and fifty dollars? Harry, what on earth? Seems a fair price to me.
Get that horrible thing off your head.
What horrible thing? My hair? You think my ginger hair is horrible? Stop.
Harry, honestly, whose gonna buy|a Big Mouth Billy Bass for $150? Someone getting a very good bargain.
Oh, you know, I forgot to tell you this.
I heard the weirdest thing|at the school-board meeting.
Could you take off the hat? - It's really hard to take you seriously.
|- Yeah.
Apparently Charles Clark|is being sued for sexual harassment.
What? Naomi's dad? Yeah, by Carol Ranson.
Her daughter goes to West Bev,|Portia Ranson.
Whoa, poor Naomi.
"Poor Naomi" what? Well, sweetheart,|you're gonna hear it anyway.
Probably best you hear it from me.
Dad, what? Naomi's dad is being sued|for sexual harassment.
Oh, my God.
Poor Naomi.
She's really gonna need a friend now.
I'm telling you, she is the crème|de la crème de la crème.
Okay.
You're honestly telling me|that you think this alleged psychic? Madame Flanagan|is gonna help you decide whether you should stay in L.
A.
|Or not.
Come on, I know that seems kooky|but it's worth a shot.
Madame Flanagan is very good.
She's the one that told Angelina|to adopt.
Oh, my God.
That means nothing.
Well, she also predicted|the return of high-waisted jeans.
I'm serious, like, way back in 2006.
Kel, jump on board.
|It's gonna be fun.
Madame Flanagan will see you now.
Here or Japan? Right.
So David's point is everything's|going so well for us in Japan.
His career is thriving.
|My career is thriving.
So why rock the boat? Why indeed? Because I miss it here.
|And I wanna raise my daughter here.
But if I stay in L.
A.
, I don't know|how my marriage will survive.
And if I move back to Japan,|I'll be unhappy and I don't know|if my marriage will survive.
But I want my marriage to survive,|but I don't know.
At what cost? Do you know? Has your right foot|been bothering you? I'm getting a vision of a foot.
My right foot? No.
Maybe that was for someone else.
Anyway, it sounds like you have|an important decision to make.
Yes, yes, I do.
I'm sensing skepticism|from your friend.
Oh, don't worry about her.
|Tell me what to do.
I'm afraid I can't do that.
I will tell you this, look for a sign.
- What kind of sign?|- A sign of what to do.
Sorry.
You.
I'm getting a vision of a man.
You're going to meet a man.
Thanks for that, but I'm really|not looking for a man right now.
Looking or not, he's coming.
Very handsome man|with a six-pack.
Well, that's good to know.
Thanks a lot, Madame Flanagan.
But Donna? Donna? - Now.
|- Thanks.
Yeah.
Yes.
Thank you.
Enjoy that guitar.
- Hey, Principal Wilson.
|- Hi.
Adorable fish.
|That one of your yard-sale items? - No, not really.
|- Yes.
- Hi, Mrs.
Wilson.
|- Hi.
- Hey|- Hi.
- You came?|- Yeah, I told you I'd swing by.
Well, cool,|you wanna play some foosball? Sure.
- So how are you doing?|- Fine.
This morning was a little rough.
My manicurist reeked havoc|on my cuticles.
It's fine though.
|I totally keyed her car.
Yes.
My parents are driving me crazy.
Oh, yeah? Yeah.
- How's your dad, by the way?|- Funny you should ask.
He called me today.
He wants to come|by my hotel for a chat.
Oh, yeah? Shot and goal.
You are good.
Yes, I am.
So yeah, if you wanna,|you know, call me later.
You know, after your dad leaves.
Yeah, right.
Sure.
She shoots, she scores.
Dan and Kate have been married|for three years.
Hey, five years or longer.
Okay.
Matt and Rachael|have a spacious house with a huge grassy yard|but no one to play in it.
- Sad.
|- Psychologically manipulative, - don't you think?|- Yeah.
I don't want my baby to grow up|with manipulative people.
I hear you.
You want|a nice, down-to-earth couple.
Yeah, two people who are equal|partners with good communication.
Who like to laugh|and are warm and loving.
- Exactly.
Is that too much to ask?|- No.
I just wish|that kindergarten teacher Laura would break up|with motorcycle-riding Jimmy and hook up with animal lover Josh, who couldn't possibly be happy|with plastic-surgery Pam.
What? - That was a big kick.
|- Yeah? - Do you wanna feel?|- Yeah.
- You feel that?|- Yeah.
That's a definite no|for plastic-surgery Pam.
I read somewhere|that the more active the baby, - the more likely it's a boy.
|- An old wives' tale.
- Are you carrying high or low?|- Navid.
High is supposed to be a girl,|I think low is supposed Stop.
I don't wanna know|the sex of the baby, okay? I don't even want the baby|to even have a sex.
I don't wanna think of the baby|being a real kid or a real person, someone that I'm gonna have|to give up.
Okay? - Okay.
|- Okay.
All right.
Victoria and Gabe.
Check it out,|another Japanese restaurant.
That's got to be some sort of sign,|right? I don't know.
|The last Japanese restaurant we saw had a stop sign in front of it which|could mean don't go back to Japan.
You're right.
- I was being sarcastic.
|- I was pretending not to notice.
But wait, it's also raining|in Beverly Hills, which it never does, so maybe that's a sign.
Okay, Donna, I hate to be rude|but Madame Flanagan? Come on.
The woman saw a vision of a foot.
Yeah, and she also saw a vision of you|with a handsome six-pack man.
Well, then, she is good.
|If she saw me with a man, then she is seeing|way into the future.
I mean, between taking care of Silver|and taking care of Sammy and keeping up with my job Wait,|you gotta take care of yourself.
You know how they always say: "Put your oxygen mask on first|before you assist others.
" Okay, but a man|is not an oxygen mask.
I mean, he's gonna have needs.
He's gonna want|attention and time Whoa, no one's talking about|a husband here.
A husband is a beer belly.
I'm talking about a hot six-pack fling.
You know what? - We should get a sitter, go out tonight.
|- Go where? Well, some place fun,|some place cool.
Some place we can both let off|some steam.
Okay, that sounds like fun.
Where would one go|to blow off steam? How should I know?|I live in Japan, remember? Oh, wait.
Hi.
Oh, excuse me.
Okay, this is a weird question but we're looking for some place|to go out tonight.
Do you have any suggestions? - What do you think?|- On a Saturday night? Truck Stop's a good time.
Truck Stop, here we come.
- Thanks.
|- Thanks.
What do you mean|I have to leave the hotel? Well, for my image I need to be seen|as a family man right now.
- See, I'm being sued.
|- Sued for what? - Well Carol Ranson|- Oh, God, Portia's mom? Why would she being suing you? She's claiming falsely|that I sexually harassed her.
What? Oh, my God, Dad,|what's wrong with you? I didn't do it.
But I need us|to present a unified front as a family.
Plus, it's illegal for you|to be living here on your own.
I'm gonna be pretty scrutinized|so I need you to come home with me.
Let me get this straight.
I'm being|punished because of your screw-up? Pack your things, Naomi.
No.
You can't make me.
I'll tell Gail about the real-estate lady.
I already told her|and she's forgiven me.
I'm not paying for another night|in this hotel.
Sorry.
- Fun cocktails.
|- I'll order for us.
- Excuse me?|- What can I get you? Can we get two Dirty Girl Scouts,|please? They have California rolls here.
Do you think that's a sign that I|should split my time between Japan? Okay, you're right,|no more obsessing over signs.
We'll obsess over the fling|you're gonna have.
Okay, what do you want me to do? Find some cute guy and ask him|to lift up his shirt so I can see his abs? No.
You don't ask.
Hey, actually,|there's not that many guys here.
You know what? You're kind of right.
Donna, do you think we are|at a lesbian bar? No.
It's just L.
A.
Oh, my God,|we're totally at a lesbian bar.
Yeah.
- Those girls send us to a lesbian bar?|- I don't know.
Oh, it's because we had our arms|around each other.
Two Dirty Girl Scouts.
Thank you.
Cheers.
- You want to dance?|- Only if you've got a six-pack.
Well, to find that out you're gonna|have to get me a lot drunker.
Come on.
- Oh, hey, Liam.
|- Oh, hi, Naomi.
What is up with him? He acts we haven't been screwing like|rabbits for the past week and a half.
Did I tell you|I ran into him at Chang-Ho? - We went to the bathroom and|- Oh, enough.
Agreed.
It is enough already.
Seriously, I mean,|he's like hot and then he's cold, and then he's really hot again.
Whatever, I'm over it.
Seriously,|I don't want to be some booty call.
I'm not the type|you run into at a Chinese restaurant and take into a bathroom anymore.
I have much more self-respect|than that.
Well, right on, sister.
- Here are your fries.
|- Thank you.
So how was your dad? Fine.
Same old loser.
God, these are really good fries.
Like, crazy delicious good.
Yep, they are good.
Your dad is a disgusting pervert.
I hope my mother takes him|for all he's worth.
How dare you? You can't blame Naomi for something|that her dad did, or didn't do.
Please, the guy's a scumbag.
You knew? You knew about my dad? I just heard yesterday.
So you knew today at the yard sale? I'm sorry.
People are talking about my dad, about|me, and you didn't even say anything.
Some friend.
- We seriously have to go now.
|- No.
We'll totally be back.
- Yeah.
|- Promise? This is just what we needed.
|Come on, let's go.
Okay,|have another Dirty Girl Scout for me.
I'm just saying|that Alyssa was definitely into you.
- What, are you jealous?|- Of course.
You came with me.
If I'd known|you were gonna be such a fickle date, I would have Donna? It's exactly how I imagined it.
And look, the sign.
Looks like someone's moving back.
Okay.
Yes, I know when check out is.
Thank you for reminding me again.
Okay.
Just a minute,|I'm almost done packing.
It's Annie.
What do you want? I just wanted to apologize.
I should have told you|what I heard about your dad.
Just chickened out.
I so badly wanted to be a girl's girl|and have real friends, and I wish that I could undo|what I did or Stop.
Stop.
Please, I'm going to be kicked out|of this hotel.
I don't know where the hell|I'm gonna go.
And you talking on and on and on|like that, it's really giving me a headache.
The hotel's kicking you out? My dad says I have to live at home.
Apparently it doesn't look good for an alleged|sexual harasser-would be-family man to have a 16-year-old daughter|living alone in a hotel.
Stay at my house|as long as you want, or, you know, until you decide|what to do about your dad.
Live with you|and your Pollyanna family? I mean, I guess it'll be better than living|with my dad and his mistress.
I would really like it.
- Wait, why? Because you pity me?|- No.
Because I don't want a friendship|based on pity.
If we're gonna be friends, we have|to be willing to be blunt and honest.
Can't walk on eggs around each other.
Eggshells.
We can't walk on eggshells.
Right.
Thank you.
And you play with you hair|way too much.
God.
Sorry, you do.
|I mean, I'm just being honest.
Well, then I'm sorry|that I threw the foosball game.
What? You let me win?|Oh, there is going to be a rematch.
And I'm going to destroy you.
Oh, anytime.
|Show no pity, that's my motto.
Our house is big.
There's a park around the corner,|huge swing set, sandboxes.
A jungle gym that looks so cool,|I'm tempted to climb on it.
Luckily,|I only have to teach two days a week.
And on those days I'll be working|from home.
I plan to be very hands-on.
I don't wanna miss a minute|of this kid's life.
Yeah, we both want to be there|for everything.
You know, the smiles, the diapers,|the crawling, the walking.
The building of tree houses.
He's been talking about this tree house|for years.
I'll believe it when I see it.
So it says here that you have a dog.
Yes, Nina.
She's great with kids.
- We've had her seven years.
|- Yeah.
Well, what if the baby is allergic? Oh, well,|of course we would prioritize the child.
So you'd just give your dog away|after having it for seven years? I mean,|my parents live 45 minutes away.
I'm sure they'd take her.
Great.
You seem to have an answer|for everything.
- Eat it.
|- Damn it! Seventy-one-70.
Match point.
All right.
Seventy-one-71.
Mom,|can Naomi spend the night tonight? - Now you're gonna die.
|- Sure.
Hey, Naomi.
- No.
No.
|- No, no, no.
Donna, you ready?|You can't be late to your own opening.
Hey.
Are you okay? I just got off the phone with David.
What happened? I told him about the space, how perfect it was, how it was exactly|how I envisioned it, how I wanna come back here.
- I want to make a go of it.
|- And? And he said|we'll have to figure out a schedule to shuttle Ruby|between L.
A.
And Japan.
Honey.
I guess I always thought|when push came to shove, that he wouldn't want to lose me.
- But if he's willing to lose me|- Oh, come here.
I just really thought|he'd want to move back here.
I really did.
I thought he'd chose me over Japan.
I know this is hard, but I also know|that you are amazing.
You are talented and sweet and kind and wonderful.
And you are gonna get through this|no matter what.
I know.
I know.
I will.
Part of me is really excited.
I'll get to raise Ruby here.
And that's what I really want.
And the store is perfect.
And I'm really excited|about signing the lease tonight.
And I'm really excited|to go celebrate.
Oh, honey.
No, I'm happy.
I'm really happy.
This cheese is delicious,|just as I foresaw.
We're gonna be sending|all our friends to your store.
I'm counting on it.
Hey, Miss Taylor.
- Miss Taylor?|- I know.
- Hello, Miss T.
|- Hi, girls.
- Donna, this is Naomi and Annie.
|- Hi.
And what's with the ice pack? - Vicious foosball tournament.
|- I kicked her ass.
Cute stuff by the way.
|Maybe I'll even find a prom dress.
You didn't kick anything.
She won by one point, and we're|definitely gonna have a rematch.
Oh, you just name the date.
|Any time, any place.
Excuse me, guys.
Liam? Look at this.
Well, thank you both for coming.
|I'm sure Silver will appreciate it.
- Hey.
|- Oh, hi, there you are.
Hey, Dixon, Silver.
- How you been?|- Fine.
Fine.
- Do you want something to eat?|- No, thanks.
It feels like it's been forever.
|What have you been up to? Well, I've been reading|"Sense and Sensibility," actually.
Hey, Silver, how are you? Can I get you something to eat?|Some cheese? I'm gonna get myself some cheese.
|Appreciate it though.
I'll help myself then.
Want some? Hey, so is it nice to see everybody? Does it make you|wanna go back to school? Yep.
|I'm ready to go back to school.
Honey, that's great.
Okay.
- Nice flowers.
|- They're from David.
"Thinking of you.
" What does that even mean? I guess|it means he's thinking of me.
But it's no plane ticket.
Anyway, we're low on crackers.
The foosball champs|decided to inhale the whole stash and then the backup stash.
So I'm gonna run around the corner|and get some.
No, no, I'll go.
It's your party.
- Are you sure?|- Yes.
Thanks.
Oh, gosh.
- Hey.
|- Hey.
- Late night munchies or?|- Oh, no.
A friend of mine is opening a store|and ran out of crackers.
Sure.
- What about? What about you?|- Oh, just picking up a six-pack.
- A six-pack?|- Yeah, beer is sold in packs of six.
But don't worry,|I'm only gonna drink three.
Well, whose gonna drink|the other three? No one's called them.
I'm kind of thirsty.
What, are you the bouncer? Yeah, just keeping out the riffraff.
Navid texted me everyone|was hanging out, thought I'd stop by.
I actually came here with Liam but he seems to have mysteriously|disappeared.
Oh, yeah? Well, head on in.
You're not gonna bounce me? Not this time.
|It's fun, everybody's here.
It's Dixon, Navid, Adrianna, Naomi, Annie.
Two ex-girlfriends.
|Sounds a little claustrophobic.
I hear you.
You mind if I sit? As long as you don't expect me|to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
Thank God you're not.
- Silver?|- Yeah? - Are you okay?|- Yeah, just Just getting some fresh air.
Okay.
Hey, Liam.
I got your text.
You know what?|I'm not gonna be your booty call.
You can't just act all cold and rude, and then text|and expect me to show up and jump your bones or whatever.
- Got it?|- Okay.
Got it.
You wanna talk|about being claustrophobic? Try having people|monitoring your mood every second.
Offering you crackers|like you're an invalid.
At least|you're being offered crackers.
I got people always watching me and there's no upside.
- What do you mean?|- I don't know.
It's just you You step off the path, cut one class|and people are down your throat.
- You cut class?|- I might have.
Whatever.
It's not like I'm trying to be|an English teacher or something.
So when are you coming back|to school? I'm not actually.
I'm enrolling at St.
Clare's.
You're gonna go|to a Catholic school? It's the only place|that would take me mid-semester.
I went on a tour yesterday.
It's not that bad.
No, Dixon didn't mention anything.
Yeah, well,|that's because Dixon doesn't know yet.
I just decided tonight.
I just need a fresh start, you know.
Where no one knows me.
Where I can just be who I wanna be instead of who I was.
You think|St.
Clare's has room for me? It's an all-girl school.
Sounds better and better.
- I can't put on your oxygen mask.
|- What does that? - I mean, I can't commit right now.
|- Oh, agreed.
No commitment.
I've never felt less committed|to anything, wow, in my entire life.
Shut up, Ryan.
You, you, my friend.
You.
- Hey, how was the party?|- It was cool.
Hey, so I got you guys a thank-you gift|for letting me stay with you.
A little birdie told me you'd miss it.
Oh, my Big Mouth Billy Bass.
Naomi, thank you.
Well, Dixon sold it to me, so Good night.
- Good night.
|- Good night.
Good night.
A thank-you gift? How long do you suppose Naomi|is staying here? I don't know, but judging|from the quality of the thank-you gift, it could be a while.
No! No, no.
Did you see Leslie's shoes? Kind of vain for an English professor,|don't you think? I don't know how she'll carry a baby|around with those shoes.
I'm sure she has other shoes.
And didn't you think it was weird|how Greg was all fixated on building that tree house? - If you didn't like them, you should've|- I did.
I did like them.
I just I don't know.
Just all that talking about schools and dogs|and tree houses, I kept picturing the kid, you know, going to school|and walking the dog and climbing|in that stupid tree house.
And once I pictured that kid, I just The idea of giving it up|just got a lot harder.
Ade, you don't You don't have to give|your baby up if you don't want to.
Yeah.
Yeah, I do.
I've been through this.
I have to be realistic.
My mother doesn't have|the financial means and I'm 16.
And frankly, we don't have such a great|partnership, my mother and I.
I don't exactly see us|at baby swim classes together.
What about us? Could you picture us? - What do you mean?|- I mean, me.
I mean, us.
I could go to baby swim classes.
I mean, you're looking for a couple|that communicates, right? Laughs and respects one another.
I mean, that's us, right? A baby lasts a lot longer|than baby swim classes.
- Well, I'll be there a lot longer.
|- Yeah, until you go to college.
I'll go to college nearby.
Who cares? Hey, Ade, the only thing that matters|is that I'm in love with you.
I've loved you since we were 7.
And I love your baby too.
- I love you too, but|- But nothing, okay? I wanna be with you.
I wanna be with you forever.
Come on.
What do you mean? What are you saying,|we get married? Yes.
- What?|- Yes.
Yes.
Married, sure.
- Let's get married.
|- Really? No.
No.
We love each other, right? Why not? Okay, yeah.
Okay.
- Okay.
|- Okay.
- Right?|- We're getting married.
All right, two burgers, medium rare.
We're getting married.
No, seriously.
- We're getting married.
|- Yes, we are.