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So, in closing,
I would like to thank

every one of you
for your long hours

and unswerving dedication
to projects that I think were--

Andrea, Andrea, Andrea.

What, Brandon?

Dedication only goes so far.

When that bell rings,
we're all history.

Oh, right.

Uh, well, uh...

have a nice summer, everybody.

At Beverly Hills High,
they get out at noon.

It's so pointless.

To have a last day of school.

- Nobody cares.
- Kelly, relax.

In five minutes,
it will all be over,

and you can start working
on your tan.

I can't wait.

I am ready to have
the summer of my life.

How about you guys?

Oh, well,
I'll settle for interesting.

Bren?

When has summer
not been incredible?

Kelly, you should work
on getting your voice back.

I can't believe it.
We're finally free.

And entire summer of nothing
but beaches and babes.

For you, maybe.

I'll be spending the summer

at my grandparents' in Oklahoma.

You'll have fun.

Name one thing fun
about Oklahoma.

I bet you, not one girl there,

has ever met
a California stud before.

So, generally, I spend
my mornings in the sun

and my afternoons
playing volleyball,

which is totally cool
because you get a great tan

and a great workout
all at the same time.

Plus, it's coed, and you
meet the most gorgeous guys.

Now, doesn't that sound better
than hanging out

in some acting class?

Yeah, well,
I have to get my credit.

And I love acting.

Yeah, but you guys
are totally deserting me.

Besides, what cute guy,

is going to take
an acting class?

Kelly, can't you ever
stop thinking about guys

for one second?

I mean, there is more to life.

Sounds like
it's that time of the month.

Well, it is...

and it isn't,
if you know what I mean.

What are you talking about?

I'm five days late.

Oh, my God!

Brenda, are you sure?

Kelly, look at me.

I haven't slept in two days.

I keep on checking and waiting.

I don't even know what to do.

So, are you, uh,

finding it tough
to leave this old place?

No, I was just hanging around
to help you clean up a little.

Thanks.

And I wanted to, uh,

clear things up between us

before the summer starts.

Look, it's no big deal, Brandon.

It's no big deal
that we almost became a couple?

It's a little tough
to just sweep under the rug,

don't you think?

Look, Brandon, it was a moment
that almost happened,

but didn't.

So, where does that leave us?

As friends, I hope.

I mean, who else can you
make a total fool of yourself

in front of, right?

You didn't.

Yeah, I know.

Have a great summer, huh?

Yeah, you too.

You better have fun this summer,
or I'm gonna hear about it.

I'm gonna party
with the best of 'em, Bran.

Didn't you guys use protection?

Kelly, keep your voice down.

Well, didn't you?

Of course, I'm not stupid.

It's just that not everything's
a hundred-percent effective.

Well, except, well, you know.

- What?
- Abstinence.

Oh, well, thank you, Donna,

but I think
it's a little bit too late

- for that now.
- Yeah.

This is the only thing
that's going to give you

100% peace of mind.

I can't believe I'm taking
a home pregnancy test.

It's no big deal.

Just think of it

as your own personal
little chemistry experiment.

Yeah, except that
I'm the guinea pig.

Brenda, are you all right?

I think so.

What color is it
supposed to be again?

Uh, blue for positive,
red for negative.

It's green.

That's impossible.

Well, maybe that means
twins or something.

Donna, that's not funny.

- Let me see.
- I want to see, too.

Mm, it's kind of
a pinkish-green.

Donna, what color
does it look like to you?

Honestly?

St. Patrick's Day.

I can't believe this.

I wait to have sex
with a guy that I love,

I act responsibly,

I take every precaution,
and I'm green.

Brenda, maybe you
should see a gynecologist.

I got to tell you guys.

I love Dylan, and I thought
I knew what I was doing.

But I'm beginning
to get the feeling

that it wasn't worth it.

♪ Well, I've been waiting here
Standing in the pouring rain ♪

Is it my imagination, Nat,
or are tips getting smaller?

No, the customers
are getting fewer.

It's the summer, Brandon.

They're all at the beach.
Nobody's eating in town.

So, you mean
this is only the beginning?

Boo-hoo.

Let the summer begin!

Steve-o.

- What's up, bro?
- Not much.

What time
do you get off tonight?

Uh, not till late.

Oh, that is beat.

There's the most awesome bonfire

down at the beach tonight.

You should
bail out of here early.

Nat'll let you go.

Yeah, I know,
but I need the money.

It's the only way
I'll be able to get myself

- into a new set of wheels.
- Oh, you definitely need

- a new set of wheels.
- Yeah, I know.

Man, I found this car
around the corner at the garage.

Mechanic's been working on it
all year,

it's a '65 Mustang convertible,
it's pristine.

It's got my name written
all over it.

He told me he'd hold it for me
till the end of the summer.

I just don't think I can
scrape together the cash.

Well, you need
a more lucrative job.

Yeah, tell me about it.

I think I made more lifeguarding
at the community pool

last summer in Minnesota.

You were a lifeguard?

Yeah, don't act so surprised.

Well, I'm not, but, Brandon,

you should try and get a job
at the Beverly Hills Beach Club.

They pay big money down there,

and the fringe benefits
are awesome.

- Sounds great.
- Trust me, it is.

But how would I bail out on Nat?

Nat will survive.
Come on, Brandon.

It's time to start thinking
about yourself for once.

- I know, but I--
- But nothing, nothing.

I'm gonna give you
Henry Thomas' phone number.

It's Mr. Thomas to you.

He's a manager down there.

Give him a call,
see if anything's available.

I'll put a good word in for you.

Hey, you gonna order or what?

I hope so,
he's my only customer.

Uh, I'll have some water to go.

Another school year
bites the dust.

- Mm, I'll say.
- You know,

that's what's
so great about school.

I mean, summer
actually means something.

It's the most wonderful season
in the whole world.

Does everything start to lose
its meaning when you get older?

Well, now,
that's not what I meant.

It's just wonderful
to be young and free.

Well, I guess
I'm gonna have to wait

until I'm old to appreciate it.

Older.

Mom, how old were you when went
to see your first gynecologist?

Oh, well, I guess
not until college.

For what?

Well, I...

What's prompting all this?

Nothing, I'm just curious.

I mean, I'm going to have
to go see one sometime,

- aren't I?
- Uh-huh.

Um, well, I guess I went

because I thought
it was a good idea.

A good idea for what?

Brenda, is there something
you're not telling me?

Can't I ask you a question

without getting
the third degree?

Well, of course.

I just hope that if there
were something wrong,

- you would tell me.
- Well, nothing's wrong.

What's wrong?

- Nothing.
- Nothing.

Sorry, I asked.

Dylan's here.

I didn't even hear the bell.

- Bye. Bye, Mom.
- Bye, honey.

Just because it's summer
doesn't mean

that curfew's changed.

I wish I was on vacation.

Oh... come here.

Damn, Bren, I don't believe it.

I mean, how?

Dylan, I thought you said
that we did everything right.

Yeah, we did.

I knew it was a mistake.

It was wonderful.

Bren, it was great.

Dylan, what if I'm pregnant?

Then, I'll do everything
I can to help you

and support you.

Bren, it's my problem, too.

Well, it doesn't feel that way.

Good morning,
gentlemen and ladies.

We are looking
for three lifeguards.

This is a full-time position,
five to six days a week,

excellent pay

and wonderful benefits

and very hard work.

Now, I assume you've all been
trained and experienced

in beach rescue.

Uh, lake rescue.

Excuse me?

Lake and pool, sir.

Well, that doesn't
concern me, son.

What you put down here,
I don't care about.

It's what you do out there
that I care about.

Now, everybody,
show me what you've got.

Let's start
with a series of ten sprints,

out to those two orange poles
out there...

and back.

Ready...

I really feel weird about
being here without my mother.

Brenda, you could have told her.

My mother would have understood.

Well, mine wouldn't, believe me.

I didn't even want
to ask her the name

of her own gynecologist.

Trust me,
Dr. Strathmore is the best.

I know, I just hate
meeting new doctors.

Well, my mom and I have
been seeing him for years.

I really wish he wasn't a him.

Most gynecologists are.

- Oh, my God!
- What?

What are those?

You've never seen
a pair of stirrups before?

Not unless they're on a horse.

It's just the way
they examine you.

How wonderful.

Brenda, would you mind
giving us a urine sample?

The bathroom's
right across the hall.

Sure.

I'll just be outside with Dylan.

All right, come on,
let's go, move it, move it!

Push it, come on!

All right, come on, come on!

Push it out,
push it out, let's go!

Ah, that wasn't too bad,

was it?

I'm gonna have a heart attack.

See that buoy?

Everybody hit the water
for a half-mile swim.

Now, let's go!
Come on, let's move it! Move it!

Hi, there.
You must be Brenda Walsh.

Hi.

So, let's see, you're here, to--

Dr. Strathmore,
you may not believe this.

What's that?

I think I'm okay now.

Since when?

I guess since I got here.

Are you sure?

Definitely.

Look, I'm sorry
for wasting your time.

No, you haven't wasted
any time at all.

You know, it's perfectly normal
to be late occasionally.

I know,
I've just never late before,

but what a relief.

For the moment.

You know, Brenda, when a
woman becomes sexually active,

she's got to start dealing

with a whole new set
of responsibilities.

Yeah, I'm beginning
to realize that.

You ever been examined
by a gynecologist before?

Uh, no.

Why don't we set up
another appointment.

Never to early to start.

- Maria.
- Mm-hmm.

Bren, what happened?

How'd it go?

Everything okay?

Yeah, everything's fine.

What did he say?

Uh, can we just go now?

It was
a total false alarm, right?

Yes, totally.

Yes.

Um, Bren...

While we're here,

do you think
maybe it'd be a good idea

if you would see

about the doctor
putting you on the pill?

You think it's that easy,
don't you, Dylan?

I just pop a pill

and then you don't have
to worry about anything?

No, I was thinking about you.

No, you weren't.

You were thinking
about yourself.

I-I don't get it. What did I do?

You're just being a total guy.

Brenda.

Oh, there he is, I see him.

Should I go out there
and bring him in?

No...

he'll be all right.

I want to thank you for coming.

It's going to be
a tough decision,

but I have your numbers,

and I'll be notifying everyone

by the end of the day.

And thanks a lot. Take care.

Walsh, you okay?

Yeah, fine.

I guess I'm just more of
a pool guard type, huh?

I see.

Well, it's a good thing
I've got another job

to fall back on.

Oh, what's that?

I work at the Peach Pit.

It's a burger joint in town.

I've been working there
all year.

I just thought it might be nice

to just come out here
and make a little more money

and get a tan while I was at it.

But I guess not, huh?

Listen, Mr. Thomas,
thanks for the opportunity.

It's the best workout
I've had all year.

Hey, Walsh...

um, I got a position
open for a cabana boy.

With tips, you can make
as much as a beach guard.

Really? What would I have to do?

A little bit of everything.

Set up lounge chairs,

carry drinks, keep the peace.

Everything except save
our members from drowning.

Well, I think I can
probably handle that.

Well, I think you can, too.

That's why
I'm offering you the job.

That's outstanding.
When would I have to start?

Tomorrow. 7:00 a.m. sharp.

Tomorrow?

I should really give Nat,
the guy I work for,

two weeks' notice,
don't you think?

Walsh...

in about 15 minutes,

I'm going to interview
35 prospective cabana boys.

I've got résumés,
letters of recommendation,

high school transcripts,

modeling portfolios.

And the truth of it is,

I hate to interview people.

So, if you want the job,
it's yours,

effective immediately.

Otherwise,
I meet the competition.

Well, you know,
things have been kind of slow

over there lately.

I guess Nat would understand.
I mean, he should understand.

Well, that's between
you and "Nat."

Listen, Mr. Thomas.

Thanks for the opportunity.

I'll see you tomorrow.

All right.

Hey, there, recycling parent.

Hi, Brandon.

Well, it's good to see someone's
trying to save the planet.

Where have you been?

You're not gonna
believe this, Mom,

but I just scored
the most righteous job

of the summer.

I'm gonna be a cabana boy

at the Beverly Hills Beach Club.

Everybody who's anybody
belongs there,

and all I got to do is make sure
they're having a good time.

Well, it sounds wonderful,

but what about your job
at the Peach Pit?

Well, Nat will understand.

I mean, how could
he stand in the way

of an opportunity
like this, huh?

Sounds like he's not going
to have much choice.

When do you start?

Tomorrow.

Aren't you going
to give him any notice?

I really can't, Mom.

They need me
to start right away.

I'll get Brenda
to fill in for me,

until he can find a replacement.

Brenda has summer school!

Hey, beautiful sister.

Why do I get
the sneaking feeling

that you want something?

No, no, not at all.

In fact,

I want to do you a favor.

You see, I just got offered
this incredible job

at the Beach Club
for the summer,

but I need someone to take over
for me at the Peach Pit.

Now, before you get too excited,

it's only for a couple weeks,
until Nat can find...

Bren, you been crying?

No.

Come on, Bren,
I know when you're upset.

Your cheeks get flushed.

What is it?

You know how things
seem really important...

and you go out and do them...

and then you can't even remember
what you got so worked up about?

Yeah?

Well, I always thought that I
wanted a really cool boyfriend.

And to not be one
of the last people to have sex.

Well, I have a cool boyfriend,
and we've had sex.

And God knows, I'm not the last.

In fact, I'm beginning to wonder
if I'm one of the first.

And...

And what?

And up until
a couple of hours ago,

I thought
that maybe I was pregnant.

- Oh, Brenda...
- I'm not, of course.

Otherwise,
I wouldn't be so calm.

I guess I just overreacted.

No, no, not at all.

I understand how you feel.

Sort of.

Well, not really.

Everybody talks about sex,
like it's no big deal,

and it is a big deal.

Hey, it's all right, come here.

It's okay.

It's okay, you're okay.

I know, it's just
changed things, that's all.

Do Mom and Dad know
anything about this?

Are you kidding?

They would freak out.

Brandon, promise me
that you won't tell them.

Are you sure?
I think they could handle it.

Brandon, please.

Okay.

I promise.

Hey, who's mixing paper
with the plastic?

Oh, my God!

u guys are
really misunderstanding.

Is it yours?

Did you use this test?

Where did you find it, anyway?

I mean, I didn't know
this family was spying on trash.

Honey, I wasn't spying.
You had it wrapped in plastic.

I was separating the trash
for recycling.

Brenda,
we're not angry with you.

We just want to know
what's going on.

I am so embarrassed.

Honey, we don't want you
to feel that way.

We just want you to be able

to feel that you can discuss
these things with us.

I know.

For a moment there, I thought
that maybe I was pregnant.

My period was a few days late,
so I got worried.

Well... did you do
something that would...

give you reason to believe
that if you were a few days late

that, that would indicate
that you were pregnant?

You mean like sex?

Yes. Something like that.

Yes, of course.

Well, how long
has this been going on?

Brenda, having sex

means making
a very serious commitment,

- and at your age--
- It's a big responsibility,

Brenda, and I just wish

that you had discussed it
with us first.

Or if you didn't feel
comfortable with me,

at least with your mother.

All right.

The first time I did,
it was two weeks ago with Dylan.

Where?

In the hotel where the dance
was being held.

I mean, are you guys happy now
that you know everything?

Brenda, I warned
you about him. Jim!

Dad, don't blame this on Dylan.

It was something
that we both wanted to do.

I see,
as two consenting teenagers?

- Yes!
- Brenda...

The point is,

yes, physically, you're ready,

but that doesn't
necessarily mean

that you are emotionally.

Well, I think I am.

I just wonder if,
five years from now,

you're gonna look back
and think the same thing.

Didn't you and Dad have sex
before you were married?

Well, what's that
supposed to mean?

Are you and Dylan
planning to get married?

No.

Why do you guys want
to make me feel so bad?

Oh, honey, we're not trying
to make you feel bad.

We just want you to realize

that in this day and age,

especially, sex is not a game,

no matter how it may look
in movies and on TV.

It's serious,

and it doesn't
make you an adult.

Good.

'Cause I don't want
to be an adult.

That must be Dylan. I'm supposed
to go out with him tonight.

Good.
I want to talk to him, too.

- Don't you dare!
- Jim!

Dad, you're not his father.

Brenda is right.

I'll kill myself
if you say one word.

I don't want him to know
that you know.

Hey, Bren. How are you?

- Hi, Dylan.
- Hi.

Bren, what, uh, why do you
have that box in your hand?

Hi, Dylan.

Don't stay out too late.

I swear to God, we-we won't.

God, I heard myself out there

sounding exactly like my father
when I was Brenda's age.

Conservative, moralizing,
completely inflexible.

All the things I swore
I'd never be.

Jim, it was a big shock.

Thank God she's not pregnant.

I like to think of myself
as open-minded.

It's hard when it comes
to your own kids.

I feel the same way.

So...

what do we do?

Make ground rules about sex?

If we forbid her, you know
she'll run out

and do exactly that.

There's no answer.

Jim, the answer is,
we're just going to have

to put a lot of trust
in our daughter.

Hey, Nat.

Hey, Brandon.

You just can't get
enough of this place, huh?

See, the food's so good
around here,

even the help comes
on their off days.

What would you like?

Anything you want, on the house.

On the house?

Never heard those words
pass your lips before.

What can I tell you?
I'm in a generous kind of mood.

Listen, Nat,

I got to talk to you
about something.

Shoot.

You know
how much I love you,

and you know
how much I love working here--

Brandon, I-I just can't.

What?

Give you a raise.

I mean, you know
how much our business

is slashed during the summer.

- Happens every year.
- I know that, Nat.

That's why I got to quit.

- What?
- You see,

I got this other job.

It's a really great job at
the Beverly Hills Beach Club.

I'm gonna be a cabana boy there.

You know,
setting up beach chairs,

serving drinks,

helping ladies
with their suntan oil.

Brandon, that-that,
that sounds great.

I guess this dump
can't compare, huh?

No, no, it doesn't have anything
to do with that.

This other job pays more,
and I need the money.

I got to have a car this fall.

Brandon...

I've never been a person

to stand in the way
of another guy's success.

Thanks, Nat.

I'm glad you feel that way,
I was kind of worried.

So, uh,
when does this new job start?

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Brandon, I said we were slow,
but we're not dead.

I can't run this place
by myself.

I know, Nat.
You'll find somebody.

- I'll help you.
- But by tomorrow?

Do you have any idea how
many yutzes there are out there?

Brandon, it's...

it's gonna take me
a couple of weeks

to find somebody,
and then I got to train 'em.

Nat, I'm sorry.

One day's notice.

Gee, divorce me
but don't desert me, kid.

I don't know what to say.

Say?

Say you'll stay
until I find a replacement.

Nat, I-I can't.
I-I told 'em that I'd...

Okay.

Okay, I understand.

Hey, kid, it's been
a lot of fun working with you.

And you have yourself
a good summer, huh?

♪ I was trying
To fill up this empty space ♪

♪ But every good dream
Has to end... ♪

Bren, what's wrong?

Everything.

It's not the end of the world.

Your parents will get over it.

Yeah, maybe.

They shouldn't have
made you feel guilty, Bren.

That's not fair.

Dylan, they didn't.

Believe it or not, this has
nothing to do with my parents.

It's just the icing on the cake.

I understand.

You had a bad scare,

I don't blame you
for being upset.

It just made me think
about a lot of things.

Do you know how lucky I feel
that I met someone like you?

I feel lucky, too.

When we first started going out,
I thought you were so sexy.

It was so exciting
how we flirted

and everybody looked at us.

And then,
I fell in love with you.

And I fell in love with you.

And I trusted you enough...

to have sex
when I've said no before.

I know.

What are you saying?

I just feel like we've crossed
this imaginary line.

It all feels too much right now,

worrying about condoms
and birth control pills

and seeing a gynecologist
and getting pregnant

and what my parents
are thinking.

Come here.

Is it getting too scary?

I just don't know
what we're about.

Like, things are happening
too much, too fast.

♪ It's a long way down ♪

I think we need to stop
seeing each other,

at least for a while.

Bren, you're overreacting.

Stop worrying about
what your parents think

and figure out what you feel.

I have.

I know what I'm feeling.

No, you don't,
everything you told me so far

only adds up to one thing,
you're afraid.

That's not enough of a reason.

Dylan, I do know
what I'm feeling...

and I need to break up with you.

No.

No.

Dylan, I'm sorry.

♪ It's a long way down
From the top of the world... ♪

Mom, Dad...

Hi, honey.

I have an announcement to make.

Oh. What is it?

Dylan and I broke up last night.

Oh, honey, you didn't
have to break up with Dylan.

- That's not what we were saying.
- I know that.

It's just that, honestly,
things have gotten more serious

than I really wanted.

I guess at the moment,

I'm just not ready
for a sexual relationship.

Brenda, don't you think
you're overreacting just a bit?

Kelly, it's just not that.
I mean, it's a lot of things.

I don't understand.

Well, you don't have to.

I guess I just wanted
to be my own person again.

At least for a while, I mean,
it's not a crime, is it?

Well, maybe not to the LAPD.

How did he take it?

Not so well.

Well, guys never do.

Doesn't matter
how cute they are.

What do I say to him

if I see him
at the beach, though?

Nothing.

I'm sure he hates me, right now.

God, what a way
to start the summer, huh?

Yo, Dylan.

Hey, B, what brings
you back to the beach?

Didn't Brenda tell you?

I got a job here for the summer.

No. It must have
slipped her mind.

It's incredible, man.

I get to hang out in the sun
all summer long,

and I make more
than I did at the Peach Pit.

Yeah?

How does Nat feel
about you leaving?

Well, that was the only bummer.

He didn't take it so well.

Yeah? Why not?

I guess 'cause I had
to start right away.

I didn't give him any notice.

Well, you Walshes have a way
of dumping on people.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Man, the guy's your friend.

You got to show
him some respect.

Yeah, I know,
but if I didn't start today,

I would have lost out
on this gig.

Big deal.

B, I've been a member
here all my life, man.

The place is not worth
selling your soul for.

So, Bren, what are you going
to do on Saturday nights, now?

Donna, Dylan was not my life.

God. You are so brave.

Hey, Brenda, Donna.

I didn't know
you were taking drama class.

Well, you don't have
to sound so surprised.

No, it's just
that you didn't say anything.

Well, I thought that I would be
spending most of the summer

at this children's shelter,

but then I realized
that I had my mornings free,

so here I am.

Cool.

Plus, I had
to spice up my résumé.

Colleges love diversity,

and they like to know
you can have fun.

Well, I need to spice up
my résumé, too.

Like with a quick "A."

Good morning. Morning.

Sorry I'm late.

Who's that?

I don't know.

I thought Ms. Kapuchnick
was teaching this class.

Yeah. So did I.

I hit
the most incredible traffic

on the 405.

I'm Chris Suitor.

And let me tell you
a little about myself.

Born Harrisburg,
Pennsylvania, 1967.

Son of a civil engineer,
Ted Suitor,

and his lovely wife, Sue Anne,

a former Southern belle
from South Carolina.

They met
and fell in love at U.V.A.

and got married May 12, 1959.

Neither family approved,

but out of that blessed union

came Ned, Roxanne
and finally Chris,

a child who grew up
not unlike any other child,

except when he announced
the terrifying news

at the age of 18
that he wanted to be an actor.

Months of begging, pleading
and sound beatings to the head

did nothing to dissuade him.

He applied to Northwestern
University's theater department

and was accepted.

Years of torturous study,

small roles in great plays

and large roles
in lousy plays followed.

Graduation loomed
and Broadway beckoned,

where, on his first meeting
with a casting director,

was told
to find another line of work.

He agreed.

So, in the great tradition

of "those who cannot do, teach,"

I humbly present myself to you,
your esteemed drama teacher.

- Ooh.
- All right.

You may call me Mr. Suitor.

And what I've just delivered
you may call a monologue.

Which was greeted
by a deafening silence.

Who else would like
to give it a try? Huh?

Come on. Hey, it's easy.

Just your life's story
in one minute or less.

Thank you, thank you,

dark-haired girl
with the beautiful smile,

- for volunteering.
- No!

- Yes. Yes.
- No!

Come on, come on.

What's your name?

- Brenda.
- Brenda.

- Yes.
- Great.

All right,
if I nail this next point,

I get to take you out
for lunch, okay?

19 serving 20!

- Steve?
- Time out.

Kelly, can't you see
I'm trying to serve?

Did you hear? What?

Brenda broke up
with Dylan last night.

You're kidding.

Have you seen him?
I mean, is he okay?

Oh, come on. They've
been going out for months.

They were bound to go bust.

I'm sure he's ecstatic that
she's finally cut him loose.

You're so romantic, Steve.

Do over. 19 serving 20!

Now, look, if you want
to get along with me,

you will remember
that every weekday

between 11:00 and 12:00,
The Young and the Restless...

No interruptions. You got it?

- Yeah, I got it.
- Cool.

Oh, before I forget.
There's your uniform.

Thanks.

But I don't think
I'm gonna be able to wear it

for about a week.

Why?
You expecting a growth spurt?

No. It's just I can't dump on
my former employer like this.

I mean, I can't understand
why you'd want somebody

like that working
for you, anyway,

someone
of such little integrity.

See, the bottom
line is, Mr. Thomas,

I'll promise
to give this job my all

if you'll just allow me
to give Nat the courtesy

of a week's notice.

Who is this "Nat"?

He's a really great guy.

You see, I'd never leave you
without giving you some notice.

I got to do the right thing.

Mr. Walsh, you better
be worth waiting for.

Now get out of here.

Thanks.

So, I moved from Minnesota
to Beverly Hills,

which was definitely a shock
that I finally got over,

because I met
some incredible friends,

including a great guy

named Dylan,

who I fell totally in love with.

But our relationship got
too intense for both of us,

and we broke up last night.

Huh.

I'm always the last to know.

So, how does
that make you feel, Brenda?

Kind of sad, I guess.

Great. Great. What else?

Kind of alone.

Terrific! What else?

- Confused.
- Wonderful!

Why is it wonderful?
I feel miserable!

It's wonderful
because you're feeling,

and that is the most
important part of acting.

So, embrace all your feelings,

no matter what they are,

because they are what make you,
number one, human,

and, number two,
and even more importantly,

a good actor.

Yes?

Are we going
to be graded on this?

Hey, Nat.

Hey, Brandon!

I didn't expect to see you
until you were much tanner.

Yeah, I know.

Uh... listen, Nat.

I'm... I'm sorry
for bailing on you like that.

Hey, you did what you had to do.

Well, I was wrong.

Yeah. But let's let bygones
be bygones, right?

Wrong, I told the guy
at the beach club

I had to give you a week.

Otherwise, he could
take his job and--

No, no, no. Hold on.

I found someone already.

You did?

Don't look so surprised.

This joint ain't that bad.

Well, no, it's not that. I...

I just didn't want
to leave you hanging.

Nah. You didn't,
and I appreciate it.

Come here, you.

You have yourself
a good summer, huh?

- All right. You, too.
- Okay.

- Thanks, Nat.
- All right.

And then I won the ninth grade
scholastic achievement award,

which led to a finalist position
in the statewide competition,

which I never, ever,
ever, ever, thought I'd win,

but did, due to this essay
on perestroika,

which predated most
of the reforms by almost a year.

Okay, we'll pick this up
again tomorrow.

- Thank you.
- Oh, sure.

God. I was so nervous up
there talking to everybody.

Andrea, you were fine.

God, I'm terrified that,
tomorrow,

when I talk about my life,

that I'll be done
in about two seconds.

Wait. Do you think
I can make something up?

I'll see you guys later, okay?

Brenda, what's wrong?

Uh-oh. Dylan alert.

Catch you tomorrow, huh?

Sure.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm feeling bad, Bren.

Me, too.

So, why are you doing it?

Dylan, I need some time.

You know, I thought,
if we ever broke up,

I would feel this...

tremendous sense of relief.

I could go back to being myself.

But something happened.

I fell in love with you
or something.

And I stopped being a loner.

Dylan, I think that's wonderful.

I think it's terrible.

The only person in this world
that I have to depend on, is me?

And I always have
to remember it?

Dylan, that's not true.

You can depend on me.

Oh, really?

Dylan, just because I need
some time and a break,

doesn't mean
that I still don't love you,

or that this isn't painful
for me, too.

Well, maybe
that's what they mean

when they say "love hurts."

Dylan, I got so close,
it scared me.

I don't want to be
scared with you.

I know.

If we're meant to be together,
time will tell.

Can I take you home?

No.

I think I should walk.

Good-bye, Dylan.