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Hey, yo, ace! Wait up.

Uh-oh. You've got a determined
look on your face.

No. What I've got
is a proposition.

Your desk or mine, huh?

Look, it came to me
in the middle of the night

like a vision.

"Run for office"?

- No one even knows me here.
- But that's perfect.

No one knows you
well enough to hate you.

Have a nice day, Andrea.

Brandon, please.

The candidate I was backing
chickened out.

There is no reason we have
to let the popular airheads

run the student government.

Now, are you a candidate
or a coward?

At least you weren't snoring
in class.

I don't know
what's wrong with me.

Maybe you have mono.

Thanks, Dr. Donna, but
it's only happening in school.

I don't know. Well, see you guys
later, okay?

Bye.

Hey, a moment of your time?

Hmm, I'm counting.

I can't take you to
the Fall Out club this weekend.

I have to fly down
to Mexico City

and see the old man
for a few days.

The old meeting-dad excuse.

Brenda--

Look, I understand.

Take me with you.

Yeah, right.
Me, you, dad--uh-uh.

I'm just so bored here.

Poor baby... Well, look,

you can go to the club
and use my name.

They'll let you in.

Yo, politicos.

Last-minute dark-horse entry

into the junior class
presidential elections--

Brandon Walsh, the new kid
on the West Beverly block.

The sister's always
the last to know.

He kind of looks
like a politician.

He's got that Kennedy hair.

Yo, Prez!

It's like a magnet...

What?

Power.

I can't believe you guys
didn't just honk.

Uh, we wanted
to congratulate Brandon.

Hi.

What great news!

We've always felt bad
about moving here

and screwing up
your plans to run back home.

Do you think
you can pull it off?

Oh, definitely. The other guy's
a nobody, too.

Hey, girls.

- Hi, girls.
- Hi.

Well, no offense.

I've never been friends
with a candidate before.

Friends with a candidate's
sister.

Right. I've never even voted.

Well, you've got
to get involved, Kel.

It's important
to try to change things.

I've never thought about that.

I'm going to go
change my jacket.

Congratulations, Brandon.

Brenda!

Brenda, honey, do you know
where the art supplies are?

- Sorry.
- Hm.

Mom...

Have you ever felt like a phone
call that's been disconnected?

Honey, it goes
with the territory

of being a teenager.

Along with hormone hell,

bad driving,

classes that
don't relate to life.

Well, don't worry, honey.
I know it sounds hokey,

but it's all part of growing
into who you are.

I just feel like--

Cindy, let's get those
campaign buttons rolling!

Yes, sir!

Honey, you'll do just fine.

Come on, Brenda, we're
going to be late for the club.

I feel like I don't belong.

Hi. For any newcomers,
my name's Sky.

Welcome to the coffeehouse

that doesn't take itself
too seriously.

We've got a little bit
of everything here--

comedy, poetry,
personal confession.

Talk about not belonging.

We have just walked
Into Beetlejuice.

Oh, come on you guys,
this is the hot new place.

But it's so smoky in here.

Basically our motto is,
if you'll sit through it,

we'll do just about anything
up here.

Anyway, like I said, my name
is Sky. It really is.

My parents named me that.
No kidding, and it gets worse.

My middle name is Blue Yonder.

You see, my dad
was in the Air Force.

My mother was a pothead.

I guess that makes me
an airhead, huh?

You know something though,
being a GI brat

was great training
for being here.

Because in both instances,

I had to learn
to make people like me fast.

The most grueling part
of my basic training

was switching high schools
in the middle of the year.

I would pray to god that
I wouldn't wind up a P.O.W.--

permanently outcast wuss.

Well, I figured it out.

In order to survive
the high-school trenches,

I had to devise a battle plan,
and I did.

My strategy was swift
and comprehensive.

First point of attack--
don't join any cliques,

join every clique.

That is so true.

It's not that funny.

Anyway, this girl Sara
has the most amazing body.

She's got this,
this citrus thing going.

All she wears is orange.

- That's bizarre.
- Mm.

All right,
how does this sound, man?

"I'll listen
to my student body."

Dude, that's not going
to flush here.

Know what the vice president
of Beverly Hills High School

did last year?

He took out
a different girl every week.

Know why?

So we could nail their votes.

That's sick.

No, that's slick.

Politics are very ugly
in kind of a cool way.

- What do you mean?
- My mum says that politics

and show business
are in the same game.

You have to know
the A-list people.

Listen, Steve,
all I want to do is--

Win?

Politicians that win
go for the jugular, Brandon.

I just don't know
if I've got the killer instinct.

Yeah, you do.

Ooh! Ooh!...

So that's my life story,

soon to be
a minor motion picture.

Thank you very much,
boys and girls.

And please be kind
to your waitress.

- Excuse me.
- Yeah?

You were really wonderful.

Thanks. You look
so familiar to me.

- Have you been here before?
- No. I'm new in town.

An accounting brat
from Minnesota.

We're practically related.

Would you girls
like some coffee?

Cappuccino.

Um, cafe au lait with chocolate.

Hold the cinnamon.

Can I just get a coke?

Yeah, you bet.
Uh-oh. Here comes Jack.

- You are going to love him.
- Hello!

It's good to be back
here at the Fall Out Club.

Nice to see you,
mutant radiation victims.

Whipped cream on mine.

Whipped cream on yours?

So, what do we have here?

A typical California girl--

blonde,

into the important things,

like clothes, make-up,

way too much make-up!

Let's get out of here.

I love it when people
make snap judgments

without any information.

Can be so much
more objective that way.

Ooh! A hecklette.

Let me guess.

You tried on 50 jackets
and none of them worked,

so you decided to go
with this one.

Yeah, kind of like you.

You tried out 50 jokes,
and none of them worked.

Ouch! I'm cut! I'm bleeding!

I didn't know she could do that.

Neither did she.

So there I was, listening
to Kelly being heckled.

And instantly,
I knew what to do.

That's great, honey.
Would you pass the glue?

That might be the door.

Mom, these performance-oriented
coffeehouses

are really happening.
I really felt a part of it.

Right. Is this button crooked?

No. It's fine.

And, Dad, I'm pregnant.

Just testing.

Ahem.

Use neon
or a big "W" for "winner".

That's a good idea. Thanks.

I was, uh, up all night

from that toxic cappuccino

thinking about what you said
about getting involved.

Brandon, I can help you win.
I know everyone.

Or how to glom onto everyone.

And that is exactly
what you need.

Kelly, whenever
political stuff comes on,

you switch to MTV.

Any help would be appreciated.

Any help doing what?
Excuse me, hi.

I am going to run
Brandon's campaign.

What?

I thought I was going
to do that.

Well, isn't there enough room
for both of you?

Excuse us.

Brandon, remember when
I told you about that friend

who was going to run
and then backed out?

Yeah?

That coward was me.

Why did you quit?

Because I didn't want to lose.

Well, neither do I.

Democracy needs you, Andrea.

I need you.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay, I'm ready.

Oh, Brenda, I can't go with you.

We need to have
a campaign meeting.

Yeah, why don't you stay
and work with us?

I can't.

Sky invited us to a political
blabfest this afternoon.

Donna and I will go.

Well, actually,
the smoke in that club,

it just murders
my contacts, really.

Fine. I'll go alone.

I guess Sky is too mature
for you, guys.

Please, they don't even card
at that club...do they?

♪ Once upon a time ♪

♪ Want to break a shiny light ♪

Hey, Brenda.
I'm glad you made it.

Listen, Jack and I are doing
this "Earth Relief" benefit.

Here's a flier.

- Oh, cool.
- Yeah.

Tomorrow. A.M.

What, are you
a morningphobe, too?

No. I've got school tomorrow.

I wish I didn't. Truth is,

I feel out of touch
with all that stuff.

I hear that.

That's why I left
bad old Modesto High at 16.

What about your parents?

Mmm...they bagged on me
a little bit at first,

- but they came around.
- Wow.

Yeah, it was sweet.

My cousin was driving
across the country,

and I just had to go with her,

so then we took off for Greece,

and many adventures later,
I wound up here.

You've really lived.

I've been stuck
in popularity-contest land.

I guess that's why I oversleep
on the weekdays.

I couldn't get out
of bed before noon

when I was in high school.

It's the legacy
of being a new kid.

But you know something,

when I got out,
I had this awakening.

I started reading
these great books

and getting
into environmental causes.

I could be doing this,
just like you.

Yeah, you remind me a lot
of me when I was in high school.

But you know, those high school
diplomas, they really help.

I'm not talking
about dropping out.

I'm talking about getting
the best of both worlds.

Here's the high-school
equivalency form you requested.

Thank you.

You know your parents
are going to have to sign this.

Have you thought about
what you're going to tell them?

I'll just tell them...

I'll tell them
I'm quitting school.

- What?
- No.

You cannot drop out of school

even if you pass
a high-school equivalency test.

It's not dropping out.
It's getting your diploma early.

- It certainly is.
- You're always talking

about letting your little
birdies fly off by themselves.

So go skydiving again, honey.

But the school experience
is too important.

I learn so much more
from my friends.

I mean, the people
at the Fall Out Club,

they talk about books
and politics.

I want to learn from life,
not just memorize things.

We all have fantasies
like that at your age.

That's true. I wanted
to be Judy Collins

and go to Greenwich Village
with a guitar on my back.

And I wanted to join
the peace corps

- and save humanity.
- See?

There's a difference between
dreaming about these things

- and doing them.
- Exactly.

And in my case,
it's not just a fantasy.

You raised me so well,
I'm ahead of myself.

Whoa, honey, put on the breaks.

We're not going to let you
screw up your life.

No, you don't want
to let me live my life.

You just don't understand.

- Yes, we do.
- No, you don't.

All right, we don't understand!

And the answer's still no!

- Ah, boy.
- She'll grow out of it.

Thank God Brandon's
got his feet on the ground.

How's this?

Ah...great.

Tell me if I look
like a dweeb, right?

Here, I got some cute
politician photos.

Try to model yourself
after these guys, okay?

Well, you've been busy.

Kelly, Gary Hart never made it
to the nominations.

That's because he was
too cute for his own good.

Look, what I think we need
to focus on are the issues.

Yeah. I had this idea

that, uh, we could feed
some homeless people

with all surplus food
they throw out at the cafeteria.

It's perfect. Exactly
what I'm talking about.

Wait! We have got to hit people

with what they want
for themselves.

Hey. Big news.

I've got my own campaign going--
to leave school.

Brenda, that is a great idea.

Yeah, we'll tell them they
can leave school for lunch.

Brenda, you're not serious
about quitting school, are you?

Actually, I am serious.

Well, you're seriously nuts
if you do that.

Brandon, we've got to finish
this roll.

The photo place closes soon.

- Excuse me.
- Yeah?

Aren't you
Brandon Walsh's sister?

I feel like
Ferris Bueller's sister.

Brandon, you have
to go up to everybody,

even those people
that you don't like, alright?

See those girls?

I don't even know them.

Smile. You have a cute smile.

I do?

Hi. How are you doing?

I'm Brandon Walsh.
I'm running for president.

Damn glad to meet you.

David!

My God, she's waving at me.

She must need something.

She needs me.

She just doesn't know it yet.

David, hi.
Listen, I really need you.

Brandon needs
a hot campaign video,

something sexy.

- You can do it, right?
- Well, I'd love to,

but since I'm broadcasting
Thursday's debate,

I think it'd be a conflict
of interest or something.

Gee, that's too bad.

See, I was kind of hoping
that after the victory party,

you and I could go out
on a date or something.

I wonder what Geraldo
would do in this situation.

He'd go for it.

Definitely.

The comedy of politics.

- Hi.
- He's over there.

Yes, I am his sister.

Anything else you want to know?

Not really.

Hi, Michael. I'm sorry.

This election stuff

has just so taken over
the school.

I'm, uh, kind of sick
of politics myself.

Mmm...

So, what are you doing,
homework?

No. Work, hopefully.

Probably just a bunch
of pitiful jokes.

You do that stuff?

I'm trying to get
on amateur night at this club.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Oh!
- Kelly, hi.

Um, look, I need to go, okay?

See you. Keep up the work.

Bye.

Brenda, how could you do that
with him in public?

Kelly, Michael and I
were just talking.

Michael Miller
is Brandon's opponent.

I know that. So what?

So, I hope
you didn't tell him anything.

Kelly, he was Interested in me.

Right, Brenda. Grow up.

"The imagefest
of teenage politics.

"Those guys are trying
to act like adults,

but they pick immature adults
to act like."

It isn't working, is it?

No. Take it further.

Make them kiddies in playpens
being politicians.

Wah!

"Elect me!" Stuff like that.

Great. How do you learn to bring
all that stuff together?

It just takes practice.

My first bit was so pretentious,

I pretended somebody else
wrote it.

Try getting
a little more personal.

The trick is to unlearn
everything you've learned.

It took me years of performing
to get there.

Rumor has it

that some things
you learn with Jack,

you never want to unlearn.

Are you two...

No way.

Even good sex
ruins a good friendship.

Listen, Jack,

I really hate to ask you this,
believe me,

but it's family crisis
time again.

- I've got to go up to Modesto.
- Forget it.

Every time I house-sit for you,
we wind up in fight.

"You didn't water the plants."

"You forgot to feed the yuppy."

- The guppy.
- Whatever.

If you need a house-sitter,
I might have a candidate.

Enlighten me.
What does this have to do

with a high-school election?

You told me that girls
vote more than guys.

Bran the man!
And he can deliver!

Bran the man?

What? What are you going
to deliver?

You haven't told us
what you are going to do.

That's the beauty of it.
He doesn't say anything.

Brandon, how could you do this
to our campaign?

Hey, we all want to win, Andrea.

No, wrong. Not me.

Suddenly there's a small part
of me that wants you to lose.

- Where are you going?
- To grab a submarine sandwich

and rent Sex, Lies,
and Videotape.

You're on your own, Bran man.

She deserted me.

Well, I'm still here.

I don't know. Maybe she's right.

Listen, Brandon. Uh...

If you really want something,

you have to go after it.

Hard.

You know,
Steve wouldn't like this.

Well, Steve's off chasing
some girl in orange this week,

but he would love to be
in your position right now.

Uh, hi. We were just, uh,
taking a break.

Hey, listen, don't mind me.
It's fine.

I've moved past all this.

Excuse us.

No, go ahead, play
your little political games

in your kindergarten-like world.

I'm off to experience
the real thing.

What was that all about?

I have no idea.

Oh, hi, honey.

We didn't know you were back.

Surprise.

Anyway, I'm not...

For very long.

What are you doing?

I'm moving out.

Brandon?

In Brenda's room, Mom.

Here are the fliers.

I should have a sign
like McDonald's--

over five billion copied.

Yeah, and I'm
the McCandidate. Thanks.

You know, it's kind of weird
not having Brenda around,

although I do kind
of like the extra room.

Can't believe you guys just
let her go off by herself.

Me neither.

Are we doing the right thing?

- Honey, what choice did we have?
- She was determined.

We'd already said no about the
high-school equivalency thing.

Well, it's only for three days.

Suppose she decides
to stay longer?

We drag her back home
immediately.

Well, at least
the apartment's in a safe area.

And we can drive by
and check up on her.

When Brenda decides to do
something, trying to stop her

just makes it
all the more attractive.

When you're a kid,
you just want to grow up.

And when you're older,

all you want to do
is be a kid again.

How did you ever convince
your parents to let you stay?

I promised to call a lot.

Actually, it wasn't that hard.
It kind of freaked me out.

Maybe they've just been
so focused on Brandon

that it slipped right by them.

Oh, come on, I doubt that.

You're pretty special.

Yeah, well, they only let me out
for three days.

Yeah. Oh, okay,
let's get organized.

Locks.

You got to jiggle them,

sort of like that.

Here's the keys.

You guys be kind to Brenda.

All right, here is Shakespeare,

and this is his lean cuisine.

- Yeah.
- All right.

Are you sure
you're going to be okay?

Bye.

That's brilliant. I wish
I could take credit for it.

Oh, you have credit with me.

Here's what we want to discuss
in tomorrow's debate.

Kelly, I'm monitoring
that debate.

We have to play
by Robert's rules.

Of course we do.

My phone number's on the back.

Brutal.

How you doing? Brandon Walsh.

Damn glad to meet you.
You're gonna vote for me, right?

All right. Keep wearing that.

Brandon hates that jerk.

Yeah, well,

jerks are voters, too.

I can't believe he let himself
get manipulated this way.

Yeah.

- Major integrity loss.
- Hmm.

Oh, no. Here comes Svengali.

Mmm.

Brenda, how can you wear
that costume?

Well, Kelly, you put
one arm through one sleeve

and one through the other.

Brandon Walsh.
Damn glad to meet you.

Hey, if it isn't Bran the man.

First of all,
hippie witch is out.

It's not hippie witch,
it's Twin Peaks,

and it's very in.
But that doesn't matter.

What does matter
is that it'll hurt Brandon.

Just till elections, okay, Bren?

So you coming to the campaign
party at Donna's tonight?

We're going to show
the new improved campaign video.

Yeah, I've got the gist.
"We love him."

Actually, I'd love to,
but I have to feed Sky's fish.

Sounds thrilling.

Well, Kelly, when
you're finally on your own,

you'll understand
having responsibilities.

Sky, you back early?

Oh, my God.

Hey, what are you doing?

Nothing.

Um, look, I didn't see
anything really,

because I have awful,
awful eyesight.

So I'll be leaving now,
take anything you want.

Hey, lady, we don't need
your permission

to repossess these goodies.

Repossess?

Hey, put it back.

At least let me call first.

Hi. This is Brenda.
I'm house-sitting for Sky.

Did she leave a number?

Is Jack there?

Thanks anyway.

Just following orders, ma'am.

There's nothing left!

Uh, you're something.

They took everything.

I know. I saw them cruise by.

It's pretty awful.

- Poor Sky.
- Yeah.

Well, at least it's only things.

We've got what's important--

you...me...

Franco-American spaghetti.

Let's see here.

Hmm. Seems like the gas
company's in a snit, too.

It's got to be
a misunderstanding.

It always is.

Well, hey, we don't have
to be slaves

to the powers that be.

We've got food.

Right. Food for the fish.

No. For the mind.

We'll imagine a spectacular,
romantic dinner.

Come on.

what's going on?

Dinner is now a dinner party.

Kelly, I'm not in the mood
for a surprise party.

This party is for Brandon.

So this is the fish
you're feeding

while the cat's away.

- Kelly!
- Hey, Bren.

Donna's parents bailed
when they found out

how many people we invited.

- How many?
- Don't worry.

They all won't show up.

Bran the man!

Brenda, how are you?

Sara, meet my best buddy,
Brandon Walsh,

soon to be class president.

- Hi. Nice to meet you.
- How you doing?

Orange. That's my favorite color
and fruit.

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

Where's the bedroom?

All right,
I'll find it by myself.

He has a talent for that.
Where's the food?

Kelly, if I'd known
you were coming,

I would have stocked
the place for you.

Well, I tried calling,
but the phone was disconnected.

What?

There is no food.

- Ew!
- Ew! Gross.

There's no water, either.

Hello?

Hello?

I'm here at the Walsh
campaign party.

It's sort of a stand-up event.

Everyone seems to be having
a great time.

And here's
the candidate's sister,

the hostess with the mostest!

Get out!

Uh, friends,

yeomen,

country club men,

lend me those pierced ears.

Listen up. How many of you

really know what this candidate
stands for?

Do you even know
anymore, Brandon?

You've sort of turned
into this processed candidate,

haven't you?

David, why don't we
turn on the video, okay?

She wants me bad.

Ha! Great.

No manager is listed.

What do I do,
ring all the bells?

- Low-rent city, Brenda.
- You're welcome, Steve.

Brenda, where's the fuse box?

Fuse box? I don't know.

Everyone's meeting
at the Peach Pit, okay?

Brenda, you really have the
apartment from hell. No offense.

You know, you guys just burst in

not even thinking
that I might have a life,

just assuming
that it would be okay.

You could've been
more supportive

and offered the apartment.

What about you, Brandon?
You've been so self-absorbed

and taken my friends with you!

I didn't take anyone!

You are the one who ditched me

for the ever groovy
Sky and Jack.

It bugs you, Kelly, when I get
attention, so you decide

- to console yourself on Brandon.
- Come on, Brenda!

You guys have been
passing me right by.

Just keep on going
and leave me alone.

- Brenda.
- Don't do this now.

Why, is it bad timing
for your campaign?

I gotta go now. Are you sure
you don't want to come?

I don't think
I even want to vote.

You know what, Brandon?

You might really have
what it takes

to be a politician.

Looks like the party's over.

Imagine me gone,

sweet Brenda.

s.
The great debate starts in five minutes.

Tomorrow's election day

and date night.

Five minutes.

You guys, we are in great shape.

- Yeah?
- Oh, definitely.

All the girls in P.E. class
are voting for you.

Crank together a victory speech,
because your pal Steve here

is going to make sure
it's a done deal.

Maybe I should talk about some
of the community programs

I want to set up.

Let's wait till you're in office
to make that stuff happen.

First you have to win,
all right?

Yes.

Well, I guess this is the place.

Hey. If it isn't Bran the man.

So, you ready?

Yeah.

Not that it matters.

Hey, it ain't over
till it's over.

Spoken like a true novice.

You know, I'm a veteran
of these campaigns.

And my prediction
is you'll end up

with about 80% of the vote.

Well, that's optimistic.

Listen, when you've lost
as many times as I have,

you begin to develop
an instinct for these things.

You're real popular,

and I don't mean
you're an airhead or anything.

I--I just--

I have never seen anyone
mount a slicker campaign.

Thanks, but, uh,

no one's going to vote
for a president

just because
they like their video.

Or they shouldn't.

You've got a lot going
for you, Mike.

What?

Well, like it says right here--

all the extracurricular
activities you've done.

Volunteer work.
You're in the honor society.

You're really qualified.

You were even a student intern

at the state capitol
last summer.

I am real interested
in public policy,

especially since
it affects the homeless.

Yeah, me, too!

I was thinking of a program
where we could give away

the surplus food
from the cafeteria.

That's great, and so,
when you get elected,

you can use the pilot program
I set up last summer.

Thanks, man.

May the better candidate win.

Same to you.

Mr. Walsh,
your proposals, please.

Uh, my first order of business

will be to get rock bands
every Friday at lunch.

How do you plan
to implement this?

Well, uh...

Contact the bands...

Uh, it's a little more
complicated than that.

There are releases and permits
and insurance.

When I was assistant activities
committee chairman,

I, uh, brought bands in
for the proms.

Are you aware of all
the red tape involved?

No. Not really.

But you are.

And that's just one
of about 50 reasons

why you're more qualified
to be president than I am.

And you've certainly run
a more honorable campaign.

What is he doing?
This is not in our script.

And that's the reason why

I'm throwing my support
to you...

Mr. President.

I cannot believe I wasted
two weeks of my life on this.

Brandon, you blew it.

I was going to stuff
the ballot box.

It's the thought
that counts, Steve.

So, maybe you're redeemable
after all.

It's too bad
you're still not running.

I might have even voted for you.

Thanks, Brenda. I can always
count on you.

Oh.

Brenda, listen, um...

So, how's apartment life?

Pretty powerless.

Uh, do you want
to hang out tonight?

I can't. I have
to practice something

that I'm writing for audition
night at the club...Maybe.

So, Kel,

I see you in something wet.

Just you...me...

in my dad's hot tub.

Campaign debt nightmare begins.

Kelly kept talking about whether
or not I wanted to win,

but I just didn't want
to win that way.

Anyway, I can always run
a different campaign

next semester.

I'm proud of you.

Now I can tell you honestly,
I hated your campaign video.

So did I.

- So did I.
- Brenda.

- Hey, stranger.
- Come on in.

Hi, sweetheart. How are you?

Make yourself at home.
You know what I mean.

You want a sandwich?

- Do you have tuna?
- Oh, you bet.

Sprouts and tomatoes?

Wow. It's so supplied.

Oh, it's always like this.

Yeah, I guess so.

Are you really back home?

I...I...uh...

Yes? Yes, honey?

I just came
to get some clean clothes,

and I need to know where my
high-school equivalency form is.

Now, Brenda, we told you
to forget that.

There's no way we're going
to sign that, honey.

Guys, I just asked you
where it was.

This is killing me.

Let's just stop this farce
and beg her to come back.

No, let's drag her back

and tell her how much
we missed her.

No. We've got to resist the urge

to nurture her right now.

That's right.

Restraint. Control.

What are you doing?

Care package for Brenda.

Right.

Oh, God. What now?

Hi.

I know. I'm sorry.

I tried to get them
to leave the furniture.

No. I know it's not your fault.

Your apartment still looks cool.

Things aren't always
what they seem. Huh.

It's really hard on your own.

I didn't want to tell you

because you looked up to me.

You made me feel so up.

Tell me what?

You know why I had
to go home to my parents?

You know what the big
family crisis was?

Me.

I needed money.

I'm what you call
plain, old overextended.

Is everything okay now?

Well, compared
to the homeless, yeah.

Compared to my dreams,
not exactly.

My parents are getting older

and they just don't have it
to give anymore.

But you've got a job.

Tips from starving artists,
myself included,

don't exactly pay the bills.

I refuse to cry.

Sometimes it's good to cry.

Look, um, you're more
than welcome to stay,

but I don't blame you

if you want to leave
this depressing floor plan.

You're not getting
rid of me that easily.

Well, I got an idea.
Why don't you stay here,

and I'll move in with your mom.

Mmm.

Oh!

Wake up, Fall Out victims!

It's amateur night,
and anything can happen!

Wah! Anything at all!

I can't go through with this.

Oh, yes you can.

No, I can't!

Sky, you don't know
what I wrote.

It's so personal.

This is all about
finding yourself, kid.

Keep it shut!

I, uh, I was thinking

of taking my high-school
equivalency test,

getting my own place,
being, oh, so independent.

And where do I shop? Mom's.

Hey, the price is right.

You know,
you think when you leave

they're going to run after you.

Well, think again.

My brother, my twin brother,
my other half,

he takes over my entire room.

Double the space,
double the pleasure.

Are my parents freaked
about my absence?

Do they yell?

No. They're nice.

Made me want to say, "Wait,
I don't want to grow up yet."

You know, being on your own

doesn't necessarily mean
having your own place.

It's about being
your own person.

And it's pretty easy
to glom onto someone else,

but, the problem is that once
you're inside that person,

no matter how cool they are,
you just want to say,

"Ugh, wait. Let me out!
I want me!"

You know what?

I think I found me
right up here.

So I've decided
not to put my high-school career

on fast forward.

I need to practice
being my own person

before I'm actually on my own.

Thank you for listening.

Honey, you were terrific.

Hey, hey.

How did you guys know to come?

Safety in numbers.

Don't press your luck.

So, you serious about
going back to high school?

Yes, Dad. I'm going
to stay in school forever.

You're going to have
to support me until I'm 90.

I've got to go talk to Sky.

See you.

You were so great up there.

Well, you're now officially
a Fall Out victim.

It's not an easy life,
but the right delivery helps.

Why, thank you. I'm flattered.

Listen, um,
if you're not going to use

that high-school
equivalency exam,

could I have it?

I never leave home without it.

- Hey, wait for me!
- Come on.

- Bren!
- All right!

I put on clean sheets,
just in case.

Thanks.

Welcome home, honey.

You know, I could definitely
get used

to this guest treatment.

- Goodnight.
- Night.

Good night.

I can never get used
to the smell of cigarette smoke

in those clubs.

You know, I'm jealous.

You had a good experience.

You got to hang
in a cool apartment,

you found a talent.

Yeah, I guess I did,

and you walked away
from the oval office.

Yeah, well,
I did learn something.

And what's that pearl
of wisdom, your lowness?

I loved having
the bathroom to myself.

Well, those days are over.

Will you autograph this for me?