Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990) s04e02 Episode Script

Hurry, hurry, go.
Dear Mom and Dad, autumn has come early to Minnesota and I never realized how much I missed the change of seasons.
Who am I kidding? It hasn't stopped raining in a week, it's 40 degrees outside and they haven't turned on the heat in the dorm yet.
Man, is it wet out there.
Yeah, well, what's new? We heard a weather report in the car.
It may snow tonight.
Great.
Better get used to it, Brenda.
Bikini season's over.
See you at dinner.
It's turkey tetrazzini.
Guaranteed to fill you out, not up.
See you.
Hey, are you okay? Yeah.
It's probably just the weather.
I'm not used to it anymore.
It's probably that poster.
If you keep staring at it, you're gonna get more and more homesick.
I guess I have to admit it didn't take long to get used to the good life out there.
Well, come on, Bren, you were never really one of them.
What is that supposed to mean? Well, you came back, didn't you? Speaking of the good life, I've got a date tonight.
Congratulations.
Anyone I know? I don't think so.
He's from Rochester.
We met at the academic decathlon last spring.
Sounds like an interesting guy.
Oh, he is.
And if things go the way I think they'll go, I might want the room to myself for a while tonight.
- I mean, if that's okay with you.
- Yeah, sure.
Anyway, if this is hanging on the doorknob when you come home tonight, that means "do not enter," okay? Very tasteful.
Darla, are you in there? Yeah, hold on a sec.
Oh, God, that's him.
I look a mess.
You look great.
Well, let's hope he thinks so, huh? - Hi.
Come on in.
- Hi.
I want you to meet my oldest friend in the world, Brenda Walsh.
- This is Dylan.
- Hi, Brenda.
Hi, Dylan.
George party, Court 4.
Hardaway party, Court 9.
Out.
Forty-love.
What you talking about? That's in.
Out by a mile.
What are you, blind? Celeste, tell him.
You saw it.
Sorry, Brandon, it was out.
Hey, don't apologize.
This is war we're playing here.
Serve it up, Sanders.
Let's go.
I hate to tell you this, we're still getting killed.
"We"? Don't look at me.
You guys might as well be playing singles.
Cel, hit the ball towards Brandon.
He's got a big hole in his racquet.
- Okay.
- Shut up, Sanders.
Oh, nice, nice.
All right! Celeste Lundy.
Next stop, Wimbledon.
Next stop, Pacific Ocean.
I'm going swimming.
- Good game.
- Good game, guys.
Good game.
You gotta face it, Brandon, tennis is my game.
Yeah, well, Steve, if I spent all summer at Mommy's country club practicing with the pros instead of working, it would be my game too.
You can't face the fact that you're never gonna beat me.
Well, how about tomorrow, same time, same place? Are you challenging me to a rematch? You're a real quick study, you know that? - God, do we have to? - You're on.
We have to.
Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to let Brandon use Brenda's room.
How is it he can talk us into anything? Well, we just better make sure he doesn't drag her bed out of here.
She will come home for the holidays.
And for summer vacation.
But she's gone, isn't she? Do you remember the first day we took Brenda to nursery school? Of course I do.
And they made us leave her alone in that great big room and I kissed her goodbye and then you and I stood in the hall waiting for her to cry.
But she didn't cry.
But I did.
Come here.
Oh, and here we are again.
Let me put this in a little perspective for you.
Maybe cheer you up a bit.
Okay.
Now, until Brandon comes home from the beach, you and I have this big house all to ourselves.
We can party.
Or maybe something else.
Is this what it's gonna be like when we're old? I mean, the two of us rattling around in this great, big, empty house? Something like that.
I don't know if I like that.
But I like that.
You know, Brandon, I'm in the mood for a drink.
How about some gin on the rocks? I hate this game.
You just hate to lose.
Deal the cards, Sanders.
Jill Flemming has been the object of every fantasy I have ever had.
Do me a favor, bro.
Keep your fantasies to yourself.
I can't help it.
She was the fastest thing on this beach.
I can't believe I never slept with her.
Bro, you were 13 years old.
That's no excuse.
Come on, fill in the blanks for me, all right? Torture your buddy a little bit.
What's she like in bed? I haven't slept with her yet.
Well, why the hell not? You've been hanging out for a week.
What's wrong? Nothing.
It just hasn't happened yet.
Wait a minute.
What am I talking to you about this for? - What are you waiting for? - Nothing, Steve.
And this is none of your business.
Okay, this is none of my business.
But Jill's going back to New York in three days.
- And if I was going out with her - Which you're not.
If I was going out with her, which I'm not, and she was sleeping in the bedroom next to me, which she is, I would have made a move on her.
Thank you for those pearls of wisdom, Steve.
Hey, you guys gonna play cards all afternoon? We're going swimming.
Wanna come? I will, but I think young Stevie here is gonna take a little nap before the big game tomorrow.
I can beat you at cards.
I can beat you at tennis.
I can beat you at basketball, volleyball, you name it.
Other than hockey.
And grades.
I can beat you to the water.
All right, you're on.
On your mark.
Get set.
Hey, man, that's not fair.
Hey, Donna, where does this go? In there.
I thought the landlord said he was having this place cleaned before we moved in.
Actually, he said painted.
This refrigerator looks like a toxic-waste dump.
Are you sure it's safe to leave David alone with your mom all this time? Yeah, don't worry, they're fine.
David and I have it all worked out.
She thinks he's living at the frat with Steve.
Well, let's just pray she doesn't ask too many questions.
I tell you, David, this is really wonderful of you to be helping out like this.
In fact, I can't thank you enough.
It's no problem, Mrs.
Martin.
Well, I mean it.
What would these girls have done without you? I don't know.
Especially with Dr.
Martin and I taking off for Houston day after tomorrow.
I can't believe I'm actually moving two households in one week.
Could you turn that just a little bit more that way? I mean, I know we're only leaving for a year, but how do you leave your whole life behind? So I figure, take everything.
It's better to be safe than sorry, that's what I always say.
That's what Donna always says too.
Well, I bet you can't wait to move into the frat house, huh? Do you know which one you're pledging yet? No, I'm really not sure yet.
Well, I must say, there's still a little part of me that wishes that Donna had decided to move into the sorority house.
I mean, I had the greatest time in the sorority when I was in school.
And then, crime being what it is today You sure this neighborhood is safe? Yeah, it's fine.
Well, entre nous, Donna's daddy and I are really relieved that you're gonna be living close by, David.
I mean, just in case the girls need a man around the house.
It's good to know you're just a phone call away.
Yup, just a phone call away.
I can't believe I have to go back to the city in three days.
Why is it all New Yorkers refer to New York as "the city" as if there are no other cities in the world? Because there isn't.
Are you telling me you prefer your six-story walkup in Greenwich Village to this? No, don't get me wrong.
Like the song goes, I love L.
A.
But I wanna go home.
This week has been great.
You're great.
You know, they have colleges out here.
You could transfer.
And lose a ton of credits? No, thank you.
Besides, I only have one more year left.
Well, I'm gonna miss you.
Brandon, let's stay on the side streets before we get on the freeway.
This is going a little fast.
Jill, you're going home in three days.
How slow do you wanna go? Maybe I just don't wanna start something that I can't finish.
Don't worry about that.
I've been told I'm a real good closer.
Saved by the proverbial bell.
- Dylan.
- In the flesh.
How are you, brother? - I'm good.
- What's going on, man? - When did you get back? - A while ago.
- What took you so long to get here? - Traffic's a bitch.
Steve, get down here.
Frenchy's back.
Big pool.
You guys, you actually have food in the refrigerator.
You have Jill to thank for that.
When I got here, they were living on beer and ketchup.
I'll tell you, you guys really lucked out.
This is a great house.
And the landlady's cute.
Yeah, well, enjoy it while it lasts.
Day after tomorrow we all turn back into pumpkins.
You can hang here till then if you want.
Everyone else is.
No, thanks.
I've got three months' worth of mail piled up at my house.
I gotta deal with it sometime.
You got any sodas? In the fridge in the garage.
I'll get it.
Thanks.
I'll tell you, Brandon, you did all right.
That Jill is something.
Thank you, man.
Too bad she lives in New York.
Don't sweat it.
You'll be starting school.
I hear rumors there are girls there.
Don't tell Steve that.
You have nothing to worry about.
- He's a liar.
- He's lying.
- He's lying.
- I already said that.
So, Dylan, tell us about Europe.
Kelly said it was great.
She did? You sound surprised.
Yeah, well, things aren't exactly copasetic with me and Kelly right now.
You're kidding.
What happened? I think maybe we got on each other's nerves a little bit.
What, Kelly got on your nerves? What a surprise.
Hey, maybe it was me, okay? I don't know.
Have you seen her? Is she back? Yeah.
She got back last week.
Just in time for Brenda's goodbye party.
Oh, yeah, man.
I can't believe Bren's gone.
- How's she doing? - Yeah? So far, so good.
Yes! - Serve it to his backhand, baby.
- He doesn't have a backhand.
Just serve the ball.
Yes! That's the match.
Good job, sweetheart.
Came through in the clutch.
Good game, kids.
- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah, good game.
Come on, come on.
I'm just getting warmed up here.
Forget it, Steve.
Just accept it, they won.
Oh, no, no, no, if Steve wants to get beaten again, I really think we should do our best to accommodate him.
Come on, let's quit while we're ahead.
Would you like to put money on this? Make it a little more interesting.
I don't wanna put any money on it.
You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna ruin your day for free.
Let's forget it.
I'm wiped out.
Me too.
I don't wanna play anymore.
Come on, baby, this is just getting fun.
Come on, one more game.
Come on.
Aim the syringe, pinch the arm and inject.
How am I gonna ever do this? Andrea, what are you doing with that syringe? My grandmother's a diabetic.
The oral insulin wasn't working, so I get to play doctor.
Well, why don't I give you some pointers, doc? You gotta do it faster and be more aggressive.
How do you know? I was almost a medic when I was in the Navy.
My mother was so proud, thought she'd finally be able to say, "My son, the doctor.
" - So, what happened? - What happened? I was great with oranges, but when it came to sticking needles in arms and legs, well, my stomach just wasn't in it.
So it was off to the galley.
She never forgave me.
Well, there are a lot of doctors in this world, but there's only one man who can make a megaburger.
- That's right.
- That's right.
Nat, some things never change.
Do more talking than cooking.
Hey, Dylan.
How are you doing? - Andrea.
- Dylan, welcome home.
I thought you weren't back for another week or two.
Well, plans change, you know.
You want something? Coffee, black.
And you have any peach pie? - I think I can dig some up.
- Yeah.
So how do you like Kelly's new apartment? She got an apartment? Yeah, didn't you know? No.
Well, she moved in with David and Donna down at the beach.
Haven't you talked to them? No, I just got back last night.
So when are you heading up north? - North? - Berkeley.
Oh, yeah.
Well, actually, I'm not.
I didn't get in.
- I'm sorry.
- Yeah.
It's not that big a deal.
Don't worry about it.
But what about you? When are you leaving for Yale? You really are out of the loop.
Donna, you've got to tell your mother the truth.
I can't.
Well, she's gonna find out sooner or later.
What if she calls and David picks up? So we'll get two phone lines.
Okay, well, what if she just stops by one night and finds him there? Kelly, she's moving to Houston.
It's not like she can just pop in.
You've got this all figured out, don't you? Lying is the only way.
If I tell her the truth, she'll make me move out.
It's as simple as that.
Oh, my God.
He's back.
Well, maybe someone else has the exact same Porsche.
Right, with the exact same license plate? He didn't even call.
Well, he doesn't have our number.
Come to think of it, he doesn't even know where we live.
It's just as well.
We have nothing to say to each other.
Come on, let's just get out of here.
We'll get some food somewhere else.
You mean to tell me you're not gonna even go inside and say hello? No.
Not after what he did to me in Europe.
It couldn't have been that bad.
It's a long story.
Just drive.
So tell me what happened.
You have to promise not to tell anybody, not even David.
I promise.
All right.
Well, we were having a great time.
France was beautiful.
Just like the paintings.
Everything was perfect.
But then Dylan found out he didn't get into Berkeley.
He got so moody and quiet.
All he'd do was sit and read and drink espresso.
I couldn't stand it anymore.
I got bored out of my mind.
You wanna quit staring at me? - What? - I wanna do something.
Can't we just do something? I'm reading, do you mind? Let's go back to Paris.
We'll go shopping, we'll go sightseeing, anything to get out of here.
Hey, you wanna go to Paris, go to Paris.
Send me a postcard.
Dylan.
What do you want me to say, Kelly? Nothing.
So I went to Paris for a couple of days.
And then what happened? When I got back, he was still in his usual spot, still drinking coffee.
But he wasn't reading.
He was with this gorgeous French girl.
I could tell by looking at the two of them that they'd gotten very friendly.
Hi, Kel.
How you doing? This is Brigitte.
How do you do? She doesn't speak any English.
How convenient.
Are you laughing at me? No, we're not, Kel.
It's just a joke.
In that case, tell me what you said.
Because it loses something in the translation.
No, no, stay seated.
You slept with her, didn't you? No, Kel, I didn't sleep with her.
Hey, hey, what has gotten into you? I go away for three days and suddenly you're all cheered up.
If you wanna believe I slept with her, that's fine.
You can believe anything you want.
I don't care.
But you're right about one thing.
With you out of the picture, things were more upbeat.
You know why? I didn't have to listen to all your complaining and moaning and finally I got some peace and quiet.
Fine, you want peace and quiet? I'll give you peace and quiet.
Try not to choke on it.
And I didn't talk to him for three days.
Kelly, you can't let this go.
We've gotta go back there and you have to talk to him.
Donna, the last person I wanna see right now is Dylan McKay.
- Damn it! - Yes.
Sorry.
Oh, what's the matter? Getting a little tired, poor baby? Just play the game, Sanders.
What the hell was that? What's the problem? If you can't stand the heat Give me a break.
You aimed the ball right at her.
Hey, look, I'm just trying to win, all right? I don't wanna play anymore.
Hey, come on, it's 4-4.
Shake it off.
He's an idiot.
Damn it, Steve! What the hell's the matter with you? - I didn't mean to hit you.
- But you did.
- Will you quiet? I'm not talking to you.
- Man, you've got a problem.
- Get out of my face.
- It's supposed to be fun.
- I know it's a big thing - Stop! - Jill, what's the matter? - You're just as bad as he is, Brandon.
This is supposed to be a tennis game, not some kind of macho fight to the death.
I'm sorry, man.
Me too, brother.
- What are you doing? - What does it look like? You're leaving over a tennis game? Look, Jill, I'm sorry.
I know Steve got a little out of hand.
- Yeah, so did you, Brandon.
- It was just a guy thing.
I know what it was, thank you.
Doesn't mean I have to put up with it.
Well, it doesn't mean you have to leave, either.
Don't tell me what to do.
I'm not telling you what to do.
I just don't want you to leave, that's all.
No, just get away from me.
Okay.
Do you mind telling me what I've done? - Please, Brandon, just go.
- Okay.
I don't believe it.
How is it possible that I got locked out of every course in the Drama Department? It's a big school.
Freshmen never get what they want.
- It's like paying dues.
- Yeah, I guess so.
Besides, who cares? There's a floor party tonight.
That's what college is really for, right? Katie, if I really wanted to party, I could have stayed in L.
A.
Where they really know how it's done.
Brenda, if you hate it here so much, why'd you come back? I don't believe this.
It's the middle of the afternoon.
Well, we know what Darla's studying, right? See you later, Bren.
Bye.
- Hi, this is Kelly.
- And this is Donna.
And we're here in our new beach house and you're not.
But leave a message and we'll invite you over.
Yeah.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Feeling better? - Yeah.
- I'm sorry.
I guess I overreacted.
- No.
No, I'm sorry.
I think I probably came on a little too strong.
No, you didn't.
It's me.
I've been kind of upset lately.
That's why I came out here.
To get out of New York for a while.
Anything you wanna talk about? Not really.
Okay.
So are you still leaving? No.
- I'm staying one more night.
- Good.
Listen.
I'm not gonna try to push you into anything.
Are you okay? Yeah, I'll live.
I'm sorry.
Apologies.
They seem to be the order of the day.
So anyone for some tennis? Come on, Sanders.
The least you can do is make us lunch.
Buy us all lunch.
- There you go.
- Yeah.
You guys gotta be kidding.
No, no.
I thought you owe me lunch.
You owe me lunch.
- Let's talk about that last serve.
- Let's not talk about it.
- Let's not.
- Come on, let's talk about it.
- Enough.
- I wanna talk about it.
Oh, God.
The macaroni and cheese is really getting to me.
You know, if it's this hard to put these jeans on, how is Dylan going to get them off? Funny.
Listen, about tonight.
Can you spend the night in his room? I really have to get some sleep.
I'm starting to see double.
Yeah, sure.
Sorry.
Darla, can I borrow your black platforms? Oh, I'm wearing them, sorry.
God.
Everything I have is so preppy.
What do you think, Brenda? Don't ask her.
I mean, she thinks we're all way too preppy.
I do not.
You should have seen her before she went Hollywood.
Crewneck sweaters, loafers and get this, knee socks.
- I never wore knee socks.
- Oh, you lie.
I'm taking your lipstick.
I'll bring it right back.
Bren, are you sure you won't come with us? - I'm just not in the mood for it.
- What's the matter with you? People are gonna think you're some kind of wonk or something.
I just never thought that I would be this homesick.
Look, I'm going downstairs to that party and I expect you to put on one of those hot little numbers from Beverly Hills all of us would kill for and come downstairs and join us.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Bren.
- Thanks, Darla.
- Sure.
What are friends for? Go ahead and call him.
You know you want to.
- I do not.
- Yes, you do.
He cheated on me.
And now it's time for you to go crawling back to him.
That is disgusting.
Besides, I don't actually know that he cheated.
Maybe it was all my fault.
Oh, God.
I feel so guilty.
What do you have to feel guilty about? There's a little something I haven't told you yet.
What? There was this cute bartender at the café in the hotel.
His name was Gaston.
Gaston? Like in Beauty and the Beast? Yeah, but he was no beast.
After what Dylan did to me, I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.
- You did? What'd you do? - I was just about to tell you.
See, Gaston had been bugging me to go for a drive with him.
Finally, I said yes.
Dylan was so buried in his book he didn't even know I'd left.
When I got back to the hotel, Dylan wasn't in the room.
But I knew where to find him.
- You know what time it is? - No.
Where the hell you been all night? What do you care when you have Brigitte to keep you company? Don't push me, Kel.
Who's whining and complaining now? I'm just asking where you've been for the last five hours.
I went for a drive if it's any of your business.
- You and the bartender? - Yes.
And he took me back to his apartment and I had a great time.
So is it true what they say then, you know? About the French lovers? Was it good? Very good.
- You hit Dylan? - Yeah.
- And you slept with Gaston? - Of course not.
What were you doing till 2 in the morning? He drove me around the French countryside for, like, three hours.
Finally I got him to take me back to the hotel.
And you let Dylan think you slept with him? Yeah.
So I took the bullet train back to Paris the next day and I came home a week early.
You've got to tell Dylan the truth.
Oh, right, like he'd believe me.
What was I thinking? I don't know.
France does strange things to people.
Maybe it's something in the water.
It's the best bottle in my father's cellar.
Think he'll miss it? No, I can always blame it on you and Steve.
No, blame it on Steve.
We blame everything on Steve.
Brandon? I meant what I said last night.
And if we're going to do this, please go slow.
I like it slow.
I can't.
What's wrong? Hey.
You can trust me.
Okay, here goes.
Six months ago, I was at this little gallery in Tribeca.
It got late, so I went out to look for a cab.
Probably shouldn't have been there alone.
It's what everyone says, anyway.
There weren't any cabs, so I started walking.
I heard these footsteps behind me.
And this guy grabbed me.
He had a knife.
I had to do what he wanted me to.
I didn't have any choice.
Hey, hey, hey, come on.
Don't have to say any more.
I wish I would've known, I I don't know, maybe I could've - Could've helped or something.
- No, you did and you did help.
Just being with you guys, I felt like I was back in the land of the living again.
But then watching you and Steve try to tear each other's heads off on the tennis court I don't know, it just got to me.
I'm not a violent guy.
Neither is Steve.
I know that.
Telling someone you were raped is not exactly the greatest way to start a relationship.
Well, it's better than not telling someone.
Would you do me a favor? Anything.
Would you sleep with me tonight? Are you sure that's what you want? I wanna sleep with you.
Just sleep.
I wanna feel your arms around me and know what it's like to be close with someone again without being afraid.
Well, you don't have to be afraid of me.
- You guys, Brenda's sleeping.
- Good.
- Katie.
- I'm sorry.
I know she's your friend and all, but have you ever met a stuck-up bitch in your life? Really.
I mean, she thinks she's so hot just because she's from Beverly Hills.
I don't think she's so hot.
- You guys, you'll wake her up.
- Notice how she's not defending her? Well, maybe she'll come around.
If not, this is going to be a very long year.
Hey, I got everything unpacked in the kitchen.
- Is there anything else? - No, I think that's it.
Thanks.
I am so full.
I can hardly walk.
- Oh, my God, that's Donna's mom.
- What's she doing back here again? - I don't know.
Hide in here.
- Why? It's 1 a.
m.
If she sees you here, she'll freak.
Hide, in the shower.
Oh, you.
You know, this is all backwards.
It's the child who's supposed to be leaving the nest, not me.
You and Daddy are gonna love Houston.
And we'll be home on weekends.
Soon, I promise.
- Are you gonna be all right? - I'll be fine.
Don't worry about a thing, okay? I love you.
I love you too.
- Hi, Mrs.
Martin.
- Hi.
- How was dinner? - Oh, it was wonderful.
Well, girls, the place looks great.
You're gonna have a terrific time here.
Thanks.
Well, I guess this is it, sweetie.
Oh, Mom, don't start crying again, okay? You'll see me before you can even miss me.
All right, you're right.
I'm just gonna leave - and get it over with.
- Right.
But first I'm gonna make a stop in the little girls' room.
No.
Yeah - It's really It's a mess.
- Well, I'll shut my eyes, I promise.
David's in there.
Oh, no, no.
Mom, Mom, no, no, no.
Wait, wait, you can't go in there.
- Donna, you're being so silly.
- It's just that We don't have any toilet paper.
Right.
No toilet paper, tissues, anything of the sort.
Oh, well, in that case I think I can wait.
- One more hug.
- Okay.
Bye, sweetheart.
I'll call you in the morning.
Okay.
Talk to you then.
Have a nice trip.
- Bye, Mommy.
- Bye-bye.
- Oh, that was very close.
- I can't believe we pulled it off.
Your parents are actually gone.
Our first night alone together in our new apartment.
There's no turning back now.
- I'm exhausted.
I have to go to bed.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, me too.
I'm beat.
- Night all.
Night.
- What are you doing in here? - Going to bed.
No, not in here, you're not.
Oh, come on, Donna.
You said we'd do it on prom night.
And you've been putting me off all summer.
We live under the same roof, for God's sakes.
Isn't that, like, common-law marriage or something? David, go to your room.
What did I do in a previous life to deserve this? - Good morning.
- Good morning.
- How'd you sleep? - So good.
Better than I have in months.
I can't tell you how much it means to me to feel safe in a man's arms again.
- Thank you.
- No need to thank me.
I had a wonderful time.
Almost as good as having sex.
Yeah, I almost feel like we did.
Are you sure you can't stay in L.
A.
A little longer? No.
I gotta get back to those mean streets.
Few more days of Malibu mellow and I will definitely lose my edge.
Never.
- Have you ever been to New York? - No.
I think we're gonna have to do something about that.
I heard you were back.
I'm back.
The culture shock hasn't worn off yet.
So were you ever gonna call? Were you ever gonna give me your number? Okay, we're even.
On all counts.
Dylan, I was such an idiot.
I was selfish and jealous and mean and I know you're not gonna believe this, but I never slept with that guy.
I only let you think I did to make you mad and - I missed you so much.
- I missed you too.
And for the record, Kel, I didn't sleep with Brigitte either.
I knew that.
- Brenda, we had a deal.
- And I just broke it.
What are you doing? Look, Darla, I'm getting out of here and then you can have the room all to yourself.
- See you late, Dar.
- Bye.
Sorry.
Listen, Brenda, we can hang out in his dorm from now on.
- No, this was just a terrible mistake.
- Please don't move out, Brenda.
I know I've been a jerk lately, but we've been friends forever.
Darla, let's face it.
Forever was a long time ago.
And I heard what you and Katie said about me last night.
Oh, God, Brenda.
I'm so sorry.
Listen, I'll make it up to you, I promise.
Look, the truth is, it's not about you.
It's me.
I came out here to prove some kind of a point.
To prove that I could make it on my own.
That I didn't need to be in L.
A.
Where Brandon was or where all my friends were.
I wanted to be different.
Well, it turns out, I am different.
Not just from my friends back home, but from you and everyone else.
And that's just the way it is.
Okay, now, connect the cable from the laser disc player output into the Auxiliary 2 input.
David, there's a lot of holes in here.
It's the one over on the right.
The one that says "auxiliary.
" Okay, okay, I got it.
I got it, okay.
- Got it? - Yeah, I got it.
All right, now grab the pre-amp cable.
Yeah, but wait, I don't understand why we need all this.
I mean, my system works just fine and it's all in one piece.
No, Donna, what you have is not a system, it's a toy, okay? Now, when we get this baby hooked up, you'll hear the difference.
Do you think that will be this century? I mean, we only have a few years left.
We're almost finished.
Got the cable in? - Yes, I got it.
- All right, here we go.
Oh, we did it! - Hey, hello, anybody home? - Oh, man.
We thought you guys would be hungry.
- Wow, check out this pad, guys.
- No wonder you gave up the dorm.
There.
Well, it doesn't get much better than this, huh? Is this a party or what? - Oh, well, it is now.
- What's happening? - Dylan.
- Hello, Donna.
Hello.
You guys want pepperoni or mushroom? - Both.
- I like both.
Yeah.
Can I talk to you in the kitchen for a second? - Thank you, sir.
- Nice catch, man.
- Yo.
- What's wrong? Dylan and Kelly are all over each other.
So? So Brenda called me yesterday and I told her they broke up.
- Who cares? - Well, Brenda might care.
But it doesn't matter.
Brenda's halfway across the country.
- Yeah, I guess you're right.
- Let's party.