Original subtitles

["Theme from Beverly Hills, 90210" playing]

Why is it that guys get so macho

when it comes to their cars?

It's an extension of their you-know-whats.

Party hotline.

Cancel everything.

We are having a blowout tonight.

We are?

My parents left for Cabo San Lucas this morning.

Who's coming?

Oh, I don't know.

We'll keep it small,

private, strictly "A" list.

Um, can I ask Dylan?

Ooh, hot and heavy.

Just make sure you change

the sheets in the guest house, Donna.

Goodbye.

Brenda, bring him.

There's always room

for one more cute guy.

We'll have the best time.

Did you hear her say "Cute guy"?

She wasn't talking about you.

You know, sometimes your negativity

is overwhelming.

Remember me?

Vaguely.

Donna's having a party. Wanna come?

I just made plans to surf Baja this weekend.

You'd rather go surfing than be with me?

You want to come along?

You hate parties, huh?

I'm better one on one.

Any one in particular?

I'll tell you next weekend.

For sure.

It's a date.

Brandon, I don't want to go to this party by myself.

I said I'd drive you there.

No, you have to come in with me.

Look, just stay 10 minutes.

If you completely hate it, you can leave.

What if I only mildly hate it?

Then you have to stay for an hour.

Brenda.

This morning, weren't you complaining

about being bored

and in a total rut?

Everyone's so Beverly Hills.

Brandon, we're Beverly Hills.

Please?

Pretty please?

Triple please?

Save it for your party tonight.

See? That's why I need you there to protect me.

I'll think about it.

All day all I could think about

was that hotel in palm springs.

The company's splurging this year.

Something about being at a place

where someone you never see

puts a little chocolate mint on your pillow

and a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door that...

Well, it really turns me on.

Well is that all it takes?

Not quite. Come here.

Whoa, whoa. Settle down, guys.

You're embarrassing Brenda.

Should we shut the door?

No, we're practicing

for my corporate retreat next weekend.

- Where is it this year? - Palm Springs.

- I want to go. - Sorry, strictly adults only.

Yeah, we can see that.

Would you be terribly disappointed

if we skipped town

and left you two alone?

I think we can handle it.

Ooh.

Bingo.

Ahh.

- Hi. - Hi. Hey guys.

Right on time for a fresh batch.

Bren, these are too good.

Taste.

Mmm.

This is great.

Brandon, here you go.

Specialty of the house. Mucho marvelous

mango margaritas.

No, thanks.

A man doesn't like his drinks sweet.

Okay, well, that's cool.

Donna's got a stocked bar.

Take whatever you want.

Like I'm sure my parents

would ever notice. No.

I'll just have a coke.

- Coke? - Leave him alone.

He doesn't want to drink. Big deal.

Yeah, I think that Brandon's afraid

there's a wild man lurking inside of him.

Well, at least let me make you a virgin margarita.

Whatever.

Kelly, I thought you didn't drink.

My mother drinks.

I sip.

Man, Walsh is a major buzz crusher.

Not for long.

Man, he's going to taste that.

No, he won't.

Ooh.

Oh.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Um, Brandon...

One mucho marvelous virgin mango for the young man

who doesn't drink.

What can I say. I don't like the taste.

Me either. Right.

Hey, that's pretty good.

Brandon, what are you doing out here?

Feena Farris has been eyeing you all night.

Feena Farris has been eyeing everyone all night.

How many of those you had?

This is my second, mom.

Why don't you have a real one?

Because I'm the designated mom.

I didn't know Steve and Kelly were back together.

Look, it's a party.

They're allowed to have fun and talk and stuff.

Half an hour, Bren.

Fine.

Just do me a favor.

Loosen up a little, please?

Okay, okay.

Hey, thanks, Steve.

That's from the virgin batch, right?

Same as the last.

Ha ha ha ha!

What? What? What's so funny?

Did you spike my drink?

Yeah. Look, we just wanted you

to have some fun.

Let's go.

Brandon...

Brandon, relax.

Look, it was a bad joke.

Sorry.

Man, just let him go.

He's ruining the party.

Stay, Brandon.

Come on, Steve said he was sorry.

Look, if it's such a big deal, I'll get you a coke.

No. No, it's-- it's fine.

In fact, I, uh...

I like it.

Party machine!

Get this man another margarita.

Yeah!

- Ah! - ["Precious You" playing]

♪ I can't wait no more ♪

♪ I've gotta let you know ♪

♪ I can't wait no more ♪

♪ So much I wanna show to you ♪

♪ It's so true ♪

♪ You got me feeling what I can't explain ♪

♪ All right ♪

♪ Wanna see you ♪

♪ You say you can't believe this ♪

♪ What's going on? ♪

♪ Why do you wanna put up a fight? ♪

♪ Unlock your door, open up your heart ♪

♪ Give it up while the time's right ♪

♪ For you, for you ♪

♪ I have to, are you feeling the same? ♪

Try and hit the wall.

I cannot believe it.

I mean, all Kelly talks about is how much

she cannot stand him.

All women want is sex.

It's disgusting.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey.

Shh, shh. Straighten up.

You know mom's sitting on the sofa reading

that same book she was reading

when we were in eighth grade.

Shh. Hey.

- Hi, mom. - Hi.

Oh, hi.

I just got into this novel.

It was so good I couldn't put it down.

Well, I'm zoned.

Good night.

It is so cute how you still wait up for us.

Oh, honey, I wasn't waiting up for you.

So, how was the party?

Fun.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- Jim? - Hmm.

- Are you awake? - No.

I'm dreaming about Palm Springs.

Honey, the kids just got home from their party.

Hmm.

I smelled liquor on Brenda's breath.

You sure?

What are we going to do?

What about Brandon?

You know how Brandon feels about drinking.

Brenda's the one who's impressionable.

Maybe talk to her before she goes to sleep.

Cindy, it'll be all right.

We'll talk to her in the morning.

What are we going to say?

We'll think about it tomorrow.

Sleep.

I wish I could go

to Palm Springs.

If you see Sonny Bono,

please get his autograph.

Brenda, your mother smelled alcohol

on your breath last night.

Were you drinking, Brenda?

I had one sip of somebody's margarita.

They were serving liquor?

Come on, you never drank

when you were my age?

Well...

We took some beer runs to Wisconsin.

That was when legal drinking was 18.

I had one lousy sip.

I think you are making

a big deal out of nothing.

It is a big deal.

Fine. Point made.

I'm sorry.

So, did I miss something?

Brandon, were you aware

that your sister was drinking last night?

I think she had one drink. Yeah.

Brandon, you know the rules.

I probably should've said something to her

but I didn't think it would do any good.

When we're out of town next weekend,

we really need you to hold down the fort,

keep better tabs on her, okay?

All right, I will.

We know you will, honey.

We'll see you.

All right. Have a good game.

Thanks.

You didn't tell them anything about me, huh?

You owe me one.

[bright music playing]

I left the number for the hotel by the phone,

along with the numbers for the police department

and the nearest hospital.

What about the marines' number in case

there's an invasion or something?

Look out for your sister, will you?

Excuse me, I think you should be

asking me to look out for him.

How about you look out for each other?

- You both know the rules, right? - Yes, how could we forget?

Mom made us write them on the blackboard,

- Hundred times? - Hundred and ten.

- Bye. - Bye.

- Love you guys. - See you Sunday.

- Have a good trip. - Take care, guys.

- Bye. - Bye.

[enthusiastic music playing]

It was so fun.

Call me. You know the number.

He has been bugging me all week.

I am never taking another sip of alcohol again.

What'd you think was going to happen

when you went into the bedroom?

Fifteen minutes of fun, lifetime of regret.

I regret kissing my mother good night.

She smelled my breath, and I was this close

to being grounded for the whole time they're out of town.

When are they leaving?

They left this morning.

For how long?

Today, tomorrow,

and through the weekend.

So, what time should we tell

the people to get there?

Yeah, I wish.

Come on, you're not having a party?

What's the problem?

He's just about my age

and his name begins with a "B."

He'll never agree to a party.

Do you want me to work on him for you?

No, let me talk to him first.

[groovy music playing]

Ooh.

Yes.

Oh, Jim, this is adorable.

They gave us matching Terry Cloth robes.

And all these toiletries.

The shampoo and the body lotion,

the sunscreen.

How's the bed?

Ooh.

That good or bad?

You better come see

for yourself.

Yeah, I think that'll do just fine.

"Do Not Disturb" sign.

Good idea.

I got lonely.

Hi! How y'all doing?

Oh! Didn't mean to interrupt anything.

We're your neighbors.

I'm Trudy Barnett,

and this is my husband Bob

from the Houston office. Say hi, Bob.

He's the shy type

till you get him going.

Now Trudy, these folks

want their privacy.

Oh, poo. The whole point of these retreats

is meeting new people and sharing ideas.

Isn't that right, darling?

Well...

We always meet the nicest people

at these corporate retreats.

So, well now, where y'all from anyhow?

[bright music playing]

So, which do you want?

Chicken tacos or chow mein

with tangy mustard sauce?

How about a baloney sandwich?

Make me one, too, will you?

Man, 10 whole hours and they haven't called

to check up on us yet.

That's because they know Mr. Responsible

is on the job.

- You want lettuce? - A little.

Did I mention we're having a party here this weekend?

Forget it.

Brandon, come on.

Keep it small, strictly "A" list,

- like Donna did. - Forget it.

What if mom and dad find out, huh?

They won't.

We'll clean up before they get home.

I told Kelly to spread the word.

Well, tell her to unspread it.

Brandon, it's our turn.

Throwing a party

when your parents are out of town

is practically a tradition in Beverly Hills.

It's a great way to let people know you.

Puts you on the map.

You're worried about people drinking?

The rules thing.

It crossed my mind.

Nobody said we have to be drinking.

Other people can do what they want.

They don't have the same rules we do.

I promised mom and dad--

Brandon, you owe me one.

Yes, I know, but I don't think--

Come on.

Don't you get tired

of always trying so hard

to do the right thing?

Yeah.

So what are you afraid of?

Let's have a party.

[classic rock music playing]

Jim, it wasn't that bad.

Compared to what?

Having your toenails yanked out?

I like Trudy.

I felt bad lying about

our table being filled tonight.

Aw, me too.

Knock knock!

You two are so affectionate.

I love it.

Keeps the romance alive.

I thought we had the lock on that door fixed.

Brought you a little treat to share with us.

Dom Perignon, '85 vintage.

We really enjoyed y'all's company this afternoon.

I hope we're not being too intrusive.

No, no. Come in. Come in.

You want to hear the latest?

The toilet seat in our bathroom wobbles.

Five-star resort.

It's like riding the loop the loop

at the state fair. Am I talking too much?

Well--

Bob says I scare people off.

But lord knows I hardly say

half the things on my mind.

I just want people to like me.

Is that so terrible?

- No. - You are so sweet, Cindy.

You and Jim.

You're both very special.

In fact,

Bob and I have been talking

about visiting y'all out in Beverly Hills

for a few days after this retreat is over.

Wouldn't that be a hoot?

[quirky music playing]

Oh!

Well...

- Um, gee... - Yeah.

So Brandon finally gave in

but he made me promise

to keep it under 25 people max.

That's cool, as long as we meet our quota of cute guys.

I've got to be at that party.

Have you ever heard of the word obsessed?

Oh, Brenda, there he is.

Hey, beautiful.

So, about tonight.

I'm at your disposal.

Whatever you want to do,

wherever you want to go.

Well, my parents are out of town.

Really?

And Brandon and I are going

to have a party tonight.

Really.

Hey, D.

Hey, B.

- Hi. - Hey.

What are you doing this weekend?

Don't you dare dump

another rush assignment on me.

I'm not. Grandma got tickets to the Music Center tonight.

A comedy from New York.

It's supposed to be great...

If you like comedies, that is.

Actually, Brenda and I are having a party tonight.

Oh, okay.

It's Brenda's gig, but you're welcome to come.

I got these tickets

for the theater...

Right.

- You could stop by-- - I could stop by--

So, you'll come?

I'd love to.

I mean, uh, yeah.

- Great. - Great.

- Okay. - Okay.

- I'll see you. - Bye.

Should I put out the whole bag?

Might as well.

How many people

do you think are going to show?

Not too many, right?

Kelly asked about nine or 10 people,

and I invited six,

so not too many.

Perfect.

[hip-hop music playing]

Who are all these people?

250 of our closest friends.

We've got to get rid of some.

Be my guest.

Told you it would be easy to crash.

Yeah, it's great.

Same people who ignore me at school

get to ignore me here.

Ready for a refill?

Are you trying to get me blitzed?

Me?

Okay. Just a little.

Excuse me, can I talk to you, please?

Okay, I asked a few people from Beverly Hills High.

You said you weren't gonna drink.

My mom drinks, I sip.

- There's a difference. - No, there's not.

Look, I'm just being social.

Look where being social got you last weekend.

What about you?

I'm not drinking.

Brandon and I made a pact.

Oh, really?

Excuse me.

Hey, am I at the right address?

I was beginning to wonder the same thing myself.

Oh, my God!

Let's hurry, before they realize that we ditched them.

Trudy will never notice.

She's down there singing The Yellow Rose

of Texas, probably.

We can't be too sure.

Just let me do one thing first.

[telephone rings]

Party hotline. Make all your dreams come true.

- Hello? Who is this? - Mrs. Walsh! Hi.

This is Kelly. How are you?

Oh. Hi, Kelly. Is Brenda there?

Sure. Hold on.

It's your mom.

Mom, hi!

Oh, hi, honey. Is everything okay?

Yeah. Fine, fine.

How's Palm Springs?

We're having a great time.

What's all that noise?

Donna and Kelly dropped by.

Um, Donna, turn down the stereo!

[whispers]

Let me say hello to your brother.

Uh, no, no, mom.

He's upstairs and the pizza man,

he just came, so I've really got to go, all right?

Okay. Well, just tell him we called.

Alright. Give my love to daddy.

I will. We'll see you Sunday.

Okay. I love you. Bye.

Everything's fine.

[dance music playing]

- Nasderovia! - Nasderovia!

Oh! The sequel.

Brandon, I thought we had an agreement.

First, you call me a goody-goody.

Now you're getting on my case

for having a good time.

What's the deal?

I'll show you the deal.

[doorbell rings]

Okay, okay.

Don't have a cow, man.

Everything's cool. We haven't done anything wrong.

What are you talking about?

Half the kids are drinking.

I mean, you're drinking.

[doorbell rings]

Just let me do the talking.

Brandon!

Brenda, I'm fine. Really.

Dylan, tell her I'm okay.

Hey, I'll tell her anything you want,

but there's cops outside,

get a whiff of your breath, it's guaranteed.

They'll break up this party for sure.

Okay, okay, just...

Just don't let them in the house.

Is there a problem, officers?

Is this your house?

Yes, sir.

Are your parents home?

Uh... no.

Not right now, but they'll be back soon.

Yeah, like late Sunday night?

Look, we've had calls from your neighbors.

None of them are interested

in attending a rock concert tonight, okay?

I'm sorry. You were right.

My cousin, she begged me not to pump up the volume,

but since it was her birthday--

Happy birthday.

Thanks.

Turn down the music.

We don't want anymore complaints.

No problem, officers.

Cousins?

Well.

- Purple pleasure. - I love it.

A blend of seven essential ingredients,

plus vitamins A, B, C, and T.

T?

- Tequila! - Tequila!

Hey B, can I talk to you a minute?

Yeah. Sure.

Hey, Dylan what you did with those cops was righteous.

You know, it's like I've been telling Brenda.

Sometimes you got to let things happen.

Uh, Brandon...

How about laying off the liquid, huh?

Is this coming from you or Brenda?

Me.

And her.

How about a cup of coffee?

No, thanks.

Too late for that.

Hey! I was hoping you'd show.

A few of your friends?

Well, this is the place to be.

You missed a great play.

You're just in time for a great party. Want a drink?

What are you having?

Purple pleasure.

Have a sip.

Gross! That's the worst drink I've ever tasted.

- It grows on you. - Like what, fungus?

You want to dance?

Sure.

Ahh. This is heaven.

Ahh.

Honey, I see Trudy.

Where?

Over there.

Quick, let's duck down.

It's no use.

They're wearing robes.

They're coming this way.

Let's get out while we can.

We can't do that. They've seen us.

Either I get out,

or I kill them.

Just don't be rude.

Honey, we must be on the same wavelength.

We have been looking all over for you lovebirds

to see if you'd want to take a

splish-splash with us,

and here you are.

Right where we were

hoping you'd be.

Actually, we were just getting out.

Now don't you be no party-pooper on me, Jim Walsh.

The fun is just starting.

How are you tonight, Cindy?

I'm fine, Bob. How are you?

I'm game.

[playful music playing]

Oh, speaking of games...

we got a tennis game tomorrow.

Come on, now, Jimbo.

I've been waiting all weekend to go around

the goosey-goosey, ducky-ducky with you.

What's she talking about?

I don't know.

But, honey,

Trudy and Bob

aren't wearing bathing suits.

Oh, my God.

["Ridin'" playing]

Kelly's as good-looking as Christie Brinkley.

Well, you're no Billy Joel.

Go ahead. Ask her to dance,

or let's go,

while we can still make it home

in time for Creature Features.

I'd ask her--

I just hate this song.

I'm not in the mood, okay?

I don't wanna drink

and I don't want

to follow you to the bedroom.

I just wanna dance.

That is not all you want to do.

You want another sip?

Do you want to dance? I love this song.

Yeah. It's my favorite.

So, are you glad you came?

So I haven't made up my mind yet.

Well I'm glad you came.

Brandon!

You're drunk.

So?

So, I've never seen you drunk before,

and... Well, the first time I do, you kiss me.

Why do you have to edit everything I do?

I'm not a newspaper article.

I finally get to a place where I can just kick back,

and no one can handle it.

Maybe that's because you're not handling it.

I'll see you Monday. Take care of yourself.

Brand, brand.

Big-time trouble.

- The liquor is no longer. - Ooh, meltdown.

Your parents have any bottles stashed?

No, no, no. Don't think about it.

Time to put plan "B"

into action.

Plan "B"?

You're pretty good.

I know.

- Ow! - Oh, sorry.

That's okay.

This is your house,

your party, and you have the right

to pull the plug whenever you want.

I'll give it to 12:30, but then they've all got to go.

All right.

Well, maybe one o'clock,

but that is the absolute latest.

All right.

What if they don't wanna leave?

Then we have slumber party.

Dylan!

Don't worry. I'll help you

kick them out myself--

for a small, nominal fee.

And what do you want?

Ah, you know...

The usual.

Okay, here's the plan, soldier.

We'll go to my house and get the booze,

you go to the market, get munchies and fruit punch.

We'll meet back here in 15 minutes.

I'll be waiting.

[tires squeal]

[funky music playing]

[song stops abruptly]

Want to try again?

Why beat a dead horse?

Every time I close my eyes,

all I can see is Trudy and Bob

begging us to play Bucking Bronco.

They seemed so normal.

I mean, I know they were a little too friendly,

but who would have thought that meant they were...

Kinky.

[telephone rings]

If that's them, I'm going straight

- to the management. - Jim!

It's almost two o'clock in the morning, for God's sake.

[ringing continues]

Hello?

Mom, it's me.

Hi, Brenda.

Sorry to call so late.

What's wrong?

Brandon was in a car accident tonight,

- but he's okay. - [gentle music playing]

Brandon was in a car accident.

Brenda, what happened?

He was driving alone, so I don't really know--

but he's all right.

Where's Brandon now, honey?

Brenda?

Brenda?

He's in jail, daddy.

They arrested him for drunk driving.

I'm really sorry, dad.

[dark music playing]

This isn't happening to us.

Oh, yes it is.

It's like your worst nightmare come true.

No. A parent's worst nightmare

is ID'ing your child at the morgue.

[door buzzes]

Oh, my God.

Are you okay?

Yeah. A few cuts and bruises,

a little headache.

Are you sure you're okay?

Yeah.

Now I know why convicts risk their lives

to escape from prison.

How was your retreat?

Brandon, come here.

I'm sorry, dad.

Don't worry. We'll get through this.

Look, let's just go home and get some sleep.

And we can talk about this later.

Sounds like a plan.

They're going to take my license away, aren't they?

I think you can count on that.

That's the last time I throw a party.

Party?

What party?

What a mess! This house is a wreck!

What happened here?

I invited a few friends...

and it got a little out of hand.

A little out of hand?

You and your friends trashed this place.

The stains aren't going to come out, Brenda.

Dad, they weren't my friends.

They were at our house without our permission,

drinking beer, and wine and whatever you were serving!

We weren't serving anything.

150 extra people showed up at the same time,

some guys brought liquor.

- What were we supposed to do? - Lock the door!

Is that what you and your friends did

when you went on your beer runs?

No, we went back to our frat house,

we didn't go back to our of town!

- Look, dad-- - No, you look!

You look me in the eye

and tell me how are we supposed

to trust you kids again.

We can't go out of town for a lousy vacation...

without you sneaking behind our back.

That's not fair.

I didn't break the rules.

Brenda!

I wasn't drinking!

How do I know you're telling the truth?

Brenda wasn't drinking, dad.

I was.

I know. I read the police report.

Why were you drinking, Brandon?

You don't know how much pressure there is

for guys to drink these days.

No, no. That's not it.

It just...

I can't explain it.

You better try, because since

you threw up at Foster's Lake,

you have made a big point of telling us

how drinking is stupid.

You promised us you wouldn't do it again.

And I never did.

Until last night--

It was only because some jerk handed me some punch

and didn't tell me it was spiked.

By the time I knew what it was,

I was already half way looped.

Now I'm going to have a record.

So I guess you could say I screwed up.

I guess you could say I'm not perfect.

Nobody is.

But why did you have to get behind the wheel?

I could turn this into a tandem bike if you want,

unless of course you want to buck the odds

and go try to get your driver's license again.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I stood up for you. I didn't let you take the fall.

Why did you lie to them?

It wasn't exactly a lie.

Nobody spiked your drink, Brandon.

They did at Donna's.

Then you went on to down a few

without anyone holding a gun to your head.

- Fine. - What's going on with you?

What's going on is that I'm coming off

the worst night of my life. If I have to bend the chronology

of my downfall to get through it,

I'd hope you could cut me a bit of slack.

[gentle rock music playing]

- Hi. - Hi.

I, um...

I heard what happened.

Are--are you okay?

I'm getting there.

Look, about the other night...

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I'm just glad you're okay.

Me, too.

So, are we grounded forever?

Well, we have to pay to have all the carpets cleaned

and replace everything that broke,

so I could conceivably be babysitting

until I'm 45.

Everybody is saying it was the best

party of the year.

Yeah, I'll tell my parents.

They should be thrilled.

Everyone carries a special song in their heart.

This one's for us, Kelly.

What?

["Ridin'" playing]

Don't look at me.

I am off the party circuit.

Can't say I'm sorry to hear that.

Oh, you're better one-on-one, right?

How's Brandon doing?

Talk about a fender-bender.

Brenda told me everything worked out

at the hearing.

In three weeks,

I can apply for permission

to drive to and from work and school

but, until then, it's back to bicycle basics.

Well, look at it this way-- you were lucky.

I know.

I'm lucky I wasn't killed.

I was gonna say you're lucky

you didn't kill someone else.

Yeah, I got to look on the bright side, right?

Or... the dark side.

Most people think I don't even have one.

Oh, Brandon, everybody has one.

You just hide it better than most.

You're not doing so good, huh?

Did you ever spend the night in jail?

That's one pleasure I have managed to avoid.

It's indescribable, man.

Twenty minutes in a cell alone

feels like 20 years.

It's unreal.

Scary, huh?

No. What was scary was when I hit that truck.

I thought I was going to die, man.

And I can't get that sound out of my head,

and I'm sick of every--

I mean my parents are being cool,

but it's like there's still this big cloud

looming over my house

with this huge neon sign

flashing the word,

"Disappointment."

I know that cloud.

Why does everything I do

have to affect them so much?

It's my life, right?

I swear, I feel like

going out right now and getting drunk

just to show them I can do what I want.

I know just the place.

Where are we going man?

I see enough of this place during the day.

Hi. I'm Katy.

I'm an alcoholic.

Hi. I'm Jason, and...

I'm an alcoholic.

Hi, everybody.

I'm Dylan...

And I am an alcoholic.

I never knew so many kids had a problem.

Which is basically

what you're trying to tell me, isn't it?

It's like I said-- I've been there.

Thanks.

Anytime.

Oh, hi.

I was getting into this novel

your mom recommended.

Actually, I was...

Hoping we could talk.

Yeah.

Me, too.

Because...

The other night wasn't exactly the first time

I had a drink.

I figured as much.

How did you know?

Believe it or not, I was your age once, too.

You lived to tell about it?

So will you, Brandon.

[soft synth playing]

["Theme from Beverly Hills, 90210" playing]