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(bell rings)

? When I wake up in the morning and the alarm gives out a warning ?

? I don't think I'll ever make it on time ?

? By the time I grab my books and I give myself a look ?

? I'm at the corner just in time to see the bus fly by ?

? It's all right ?

? 'Cause I'm saved by the bell ?

? If the teacher pops a test I know I'm in a mess ?

? And my dog ate all my homework last night ?

? Ridin' low in my chair, she won't know that I'm there ?

? If I can hand it in tomorrow it will be all right ?

? It's all right ?

? 'Cause I'm saved by the bell... ?

? It's all right, 'cause I'm saved by the-- ?

? It's all right, 'cause I'm saved by the-- ?

? It's all right, 'cause I'm saved by the bell ?

Zack's voice: I am in love, really in love.

Check out those lines, those curves.

Have you ever seen anything as beautiful as this

'66 Mustang?

Lisa, get off the phone, it's for business calls only.

Boys are my business, honey.

(scoffs)

Don't forget who got you this job, Miss Snippy.

Good morning, beautiful women of the '90s.

- What's with him? - He's in love.

But I think she's a hunk of junk.

Screech, that's an awfully piggish thing to say.

It's true, even with her top down I wasn't thrilled.

What?

You guys are disgusting.

Relax, Curly, he's talking about a car.

Not just any car -- a '66 Mustang convertible.

Good luck, Preppie, I've gotta work. The lifeguard tower calls.

I've got lives to save. Hopefully pretty ones.

And I've gotta make a deal on a '66 dream machine.

Touch this phone and you die.

Okay, I'll use my own.

Zack, you're late for work, my father's looking for you

- and he's hungry. - What else is new?

Good morning, Mr. Greasy, sir.

It's Carosi with a C and you better have my breakfast

or you're fired with an F.

Okay.

Bon app�tit, my leader.

Those eggs were overdone, I'll get you some better ones.

(cell phone rings)

- Hello? - Hello,

I'm calling about the Mustang for sale. How much is it?

A steal at $2006.52, not a penny less.

That's a lot of money for an old car.

I know. I'll take cash or certified check.

I'd like to test drive it first, but my jerk of a boss won't let me off early.

I know how those guys can be. Why don't you stop by after work?

The name's Carosi, Leon Carosi.

- Carosi? - Morris?

Morris, is that you?

Oo-ooh, would you like a refill, sir?

- Nice day. Nice shirt. - Nice try.

This jerk of a boss is not gonna lower the price of that car one red cent.

1500 is all I can afford. Please, sir?

Pretty please?

No.

But keep begging, I enjoy it.

Look what the tide dragged in.

Why don't you stay at your own beach club, Monty?

I'm here to make our annual volleyball bet.

Unless you're afraid North Beach will wipe you out again?

Your club was just lucky the last 10 years.

Well then, we'll bet the usual $500.

No bets, we're not playing this year.

Is chicken on today's menu?

Excuse me, sir? May I speak to you privately?

I told you I'm not lowering the price of that car, get lost.

It's about the volleyball match. You could win.

What? Are you dizzy as well as dopey?

- We don't have a decent team. - You do this year.

Kelly is captain of the volleyball team and Slater's All City in four sports.

And Jessie and I are really good and we're undefeated.

Are you sure?

The bet's on, big mouth.

Slater: Zack, how could you tell Carosi that we're undefeated?

Well... we haven't lost to anyone.

- We haven't played anyone. - See?

Guys, this is the perfect opportunity to make Carosi treat us better.

We've got him over a barrel, just let me handle this.

How's my team?

- Ready to beat North Beach on Sunday? - Well, that depends.

Depends? On what?

On what you might do for us.

We scratch your back, you scratch ours.

Would someone scratch mine? I've got a mosquito bite that's driving me nutty.

- Ooh, ooh. - Better?

Morris, I bet North Beach $500 'cause you said your team could win.

I know.

Okay, I see your game.

You can have afternoons off for practice.

All right! I mean that's important.

- Now win. - Nah, nah, nah...

not so fast, Mr. Crotchety.

If you win your bet, you can sell me your car for $500 less.

- No way. - Then you lose again.

- What is it, 11 years in a row? - This is blackmail.

All right, 1800 and not a penny less.

1200 and a full tank of gas.

1650 and buy your own gas.

1500, Leon, and not a penny more.

Deal.

And you have to be nice to us from now on.

A little change in your attitude wouldn't hurt,

Mr. Fancy-Pants-Big-Shot-Boss-Man.

Okay, everybody get back to work now.

I haven't heard the magic word.

Please.

So this is the great team I've been hearing about.

Screech: Yeah, we're gonna win by 10 touchdowns.

Oh, that makes me feel much better.

Stacy, Stacy, don't worry about it. We have it under control.

I pity the team that has to play us.

Oh, no, the bozo brothers are back.

Stacy, what are you doing here?

You told me you were moving to Africa to be with your dying aunt.

She recovered. It was a miracle.

Okay? Bye.

Stacy, aren't you gonna introduce us to your boyfriend?

- He's not my boyfriend. - (guy scoffs)

Yet.

These amoebas are Tad and Ted Pogue.

They're so California. They play for North Beach.

Screech: Meet the team that's gonna cream you guys.

Really? Do you wanna hit a few or what?

- Us against you guys. - You're kidding.

Okay, give you a little taste of what you're up against.

Okay, remember our strategy -- win!

- Zack: Yeah! - Slater: Let's do it! Let's do it!

Zack: Kelly! Yeah, all right!

Screech: I got it! I got it!

Hey, Screech, are you okay?

I'm fine, Kelly. Football's a tough game.

Screech!

I knew my father was crazy to believe in you guys.

I should warn him so he could try to get out of this bet.

The game isn't till next week. We'll win, I promise.

You're crazy, you're never gonna beat those guys.

Stacy, give us a chance. Zack's pulled off crazier things than this.

Okay, I'll give you one day to come up with something,

or I'll have to tell my father.

(Zack sighs)

- (sighs) - Oh, man.

So, Preppie, you got any ideas yet?

Yeah, just one -- pray for a miracle.

Hey.

Excuse me, I'm looking for this hot-looking lifeguard that works here.

You mean the great-looking, unattached, dying-for-a-boyfriend brunette.

Yeah, do you know where she is?

- Uh-- - Maybe.

- How tall are you? - 6' 10".

Somebody up there loves me.

- Can you get me a date with her? - It depends -- you play volleyball?

Screech!

You barked?

This coffee's cold and these rolls are stale.

- You told me to serve them anyway. - Not to me, you twit.

- To the employees. - You work here, you're an employee.

I own the place, that makes me an employer.

Well, smell you!

Didn't your mother teach you any manners?

- (growls) - Uh, uh, uh -- remember volleyball.

I remember and stop touching me-- get back, get away!

Didn't you hear that fat people are supposed to be jolly?

What's up, Screech?

- Excuse me, Mr. Caloocci. - It's Carosi.

I have a small, but important favor to ask.

Forget it.

You'll change your mind once you meet him.

- Meet who? - Gary Lucas.

I hired him, I thought the club could use him.

You have no authority to hire anyone.

Oh, that's too bad.

I guess we're gonna have to kick Gary off the volleyball team.

What a shame, you should see him spike a ball.

Look, I--

You sure are tall, kid-- Gary.

Welcome to the Malibu Sands. Have a seat, son.

- Have a roll? - Thanks, I love rolls.

Have a dozen.

Maybe you ought to double that bet with North Beach.

I'm gonna triple it. It looks like you might get my Mustang after all.

- Hi, Zack. - Gary, Gary this is Kelly;

Kelly, this is Gary.

- Hi. - Yes, you are.

Being tall has its advantages.

The air's much better up here

and I'm the first one to know when it rains.

- Cute. - So are you.

Matter of fact, you're the prettiest girl on the beach.

I can see all the way from here to San Diego.

- Gary, I bet you're a great net man. - The best.

- Let's practice volleyball! Let's go! - Slater: Let's do it, do it!

That includes you, Spano.

Put that sissy water down and get on the court.

Now, now, now!

Kelly: All right, let's go.

Zack: Here you go, Gary.

(Zack cheering)

Slater: All right, Gary, that was a nice job, good serve.

- Stacy: Who is this guy? - It's our newest member of our team.

I told you I had a plan.

How are you two kids doing?

Zack, I am so glad you introduced me to Gary.

I'm getting a stiff neck looking at him, but he's real sweet.

Enough, when is the first date?

We're going to the movies tonight.

Gary, you sly dog. Yes, buddy!

How's my man stretch?

I can't wait to watch him bury North Beach's volleyball team.

In a few days, sir, we'll both have our wish.

I just hope mine's waxed and gassed.

No problem, son.

Thanks to you, I suckered Monty into tripling the bet.

Remember, don't just beat 'em --

crush 'em!

I hate to admit it, Zack, but you're good.

I haven't seen my father this happy since Mom remarried

and he stopped paying alimony.

- Good, can I have the day off? - You're not that good.

Now get back to work.

Out of my way! Lady with a baby.

- Ow! - All: Oh!

- Oh, his foot! - Someone call a doctor.

Boy, Zack, you are one roller coaster ride.

First we can't win, then we can't lose,

and now with Gary injured, who even knows if we can play?

Okay, let's not panic. I'm sure it's nothing serious.

Lisa's mother is looking at Gary's foot and she is a great doctor.

She must be great, look how well his cast fits.

Jessie: Now is a good time to panic.

- Stacy: Oh, no. - Zack: Sit right here.

Well, guys, it's broken.

- In two places. - Does this mean he can't play?

- I can barely walk. - Answer the question, will you? Jeez.

Mr. Carosi-- quick, hide Gary's foot.

Hurry up, hurry up, here he comes. Hide it, hide it.

(Carosi whistling)

- What's going on? - Nothing, we're just practicing.

It's called "Inner Volleyball."

We play the whole game in our minds.

- Okay, someone set me up. - I will, aim high.

Okay, go for it. Spike! All right!

- (all cheering) - Our point. Good teamwork.

- What are you doing down there? - Nothing, just hiding Gary's foot.

Oops.

- Why? What's wrong with it? - Nothing, it's just fine.

Ow!

Mr. Carosi...

- Gary is injured, he can't play. - I see that.

But we still have a great team, don't we? Stacy?

Uh...

maybe..

Maybe...

Maybe I overstated a bit about how good we are,

like we're not-- great, but we're definitely okay.

I bet a lot of money on you kids, 'cause you said you couldn't lose.

If you don't win that match, you're all fired.

Okay, bub, this time you're way over the attitude line.

- (growls) - Nice, boss, nice, nice.

Whose clothes are these?

Jessie's, who else? Around here she's the pig.

I'll pick everything up this weekend, I promise.

Oh, no, no, no. I'll get them.

Lisa... I'm so impressed that while we're living together

you're so accepting of my faults,

like leaving my clothes around and--

- What are you doing? - I just wanted to air them out for you.

Strong wind outside.

- Anyone need a blouse? - I'll take those.

Girls, we brought pizzas.

We might as well worry about the game with extra cheese and pepperoni.

We still have to figure out a way to win or we can kiss our jobs goodbye.

(doorbell rings)

I'll get it.

Oh, it's me.

Great news, fellow and fell-ette volleyballers.

I found these great replacements for Gary.

You guys pick -- first we have Eva.

She's the best athlete in her school.

- Great, where does she go? - UCLA?

- USO? - Near there.

Smiley Face Preschool. She's the tallest one in her class.

Do I get my candy now?

Screech, we need a real athlete.

Yeah, and someone a little older.

I anticipated that. Meet Ida May Ross.

She was on the US volleyball team.

When do I serve?

Uh, Screech...

I thought you said she was on the US team.

She was in 1936.

- And this is the best you could do? - Nope, I saved the best for last.

Come on down, Big Pete.

Zack: Big Pete.

Big... Pete? (laughing)

Big Pete. All right, Big Pete, you play volleyball?

Just hand me a racket and point me to the court.

Screech, is Eva, Ida and Big Pete it?

- There's nobody else. - Well, Big Pete,

I guess you're in. Welcome to the team.

Ow! I'm telling.

This is hopeless, there's no way we can win.

Ooh, here's a good job, Jessie.

Cleaning freeway graffiti?

- You call that a good job? - If you stay away from the cars, it is.

Here's one for you, Screech. Food taster.

- Where? - Happy Kitty Cat Food.

I worked there last summer, the food's great,

if you don't mind eating on your knees.

- What are you guys doing? - We're all looking for new summer jobs.

After tomorrow's volleyball game, we're gonna need 'em.

Come on, I don't believe you're giving up before the game starts.

- When should we give up, Kelly? - We're not giving up-- hear me-- ever.

You guys are not gonna believe this telegram

we got from those jerks at North Beach.

North Beach, huh?

- Maybe we can get a job there. - Listen to this --

"Dear Losers, We hope you can breathe underground,

because we're gonna bury you in the game tomorrow.

You stink. Your friends at North Beach."

Who do these guys think they're calling losers?

Are we gonna let them get away with that?

Yes! I mean no.

Let's show them what we're made of, Big Pete.

That sounds like a team I'm proud to coach.

Let's go out there and practice, practice, practice.

- All: Yeah! - Kelly: Whoo, all right.

I'm really glad I sent this telegram.

I hope you're a good loser, Carosi.

Listen up, everyone.

Remember, when you're out there it's not how you play the game,

it's whether you work here next week or not.

Oh, yeah, thanks for the pep talk.

Referee: Teams take your positions.

Malibu Sands Club serves first.

(whistle blows)

- Zack: Is everybody ready?! - Slater: Ready! Let's go!

Not me. My feet are killing me.

- All that practice gave me blisters. - Ooh, what--

- Pete-- - We don't have enough people to play.

- Great, we're gonna have to forfeit. - No, you won't. I'll play.

- Stacy? All right! - Stacy!

All right, let's do it. We've worked hard for this guys.

(all cheering)

One, two, three, win!

Hey, babe. Wanna do yourself a favor and go out with me tonight?

I'd love to...

but I'm relacing all my tennis shoes tonight.

(crowd cheering)

Zack: Set it up, set it up, set it up.

(crowd groans)

Got it, got it, got it--

Come on, teamwork!

- Kelly: Get it, get it! - I don't want it, I don't want it!

(all cheering)

It's all in the wrist.

(all cheering)

Zack: Got it!

(groaning)

(crowd cheering)

(cheering continues, whistle blows)

Hey, Tad, I changed my mind.

I'd love to go out with a handsome guy like you tonight.

- Really? - (grunts)

Nah, forget it. I don't date dweebs.

It's match point. Let's do it.

- Here we go. - Whoo!

Yeah! Let's do it.

Come on, Zack, this one's for the car.

(cheering)

All right!

(instrumental theme music plays)

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