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- Twenty-six seconds; you can't beat that.

- A week's worth of dish duty says I can. You take the bet?

- Ahnnnnn... I'll take the bet.

- Okay.

- Starting... Now!

- Hey! Der-rek!

- One. - That was mean.

- This is gross.

- Der-rek!

- Two... - Music to my ears.

- Let me guess - this is one of your lame bets?

- Bet rules - can't tell ya.

- Well, I want no part of it so go away and don't touch my breakfast!

- Done! And done.

- Der-rek!

- [Edwin]: Nice!

Three sisters annoyed in...

twenty-three seconds!

- Ah, Derek Venturi sets a new annoying record!

And I gotta do the dishes all week.

- Yeah!

- ♪ Used to be my mother and my sister and me ♪

♪ A happy little family and all right with me ♪

♪ But Mom got married that's when everything changed ♪

♪ Some things were lost and others were gained ♪

♪ A new school, a new house ♪

♪ So many changes it makes my head spin ♪

♪ Now I've got a brother who gets under my skin ♪

♪ This is life with Derek ♪

♪ This is life with Derek ♪

♪ This is life with Lizzie, Edwin, George and Nora, Marti and Casey ♪

♪ Living life with Derek ♪

♪ Living life with Derek ♪

ng is a contest!

The lamer the game, the better.

Well I, for one, will not be a contestant in Derek's trivial pursuits.

- Dad, don't answer that!

Okay, it's Emily phoning for Casey.

- Phone call at dinnertime.

It's gotta be a telemarketer. You're on.

[Ringing] Hello?

No, we don't want to change our long distance plan.

- Telemarketer. I win.

- And I've lost my appetite. Excuse me.

- Dad? - Yeah?

- Um, call your boss. - Derek!

- Hey! - Oh, sorry, Smarti.

- I bet you want me outta your chair. - Yeah, you win that bet!

- Well, I checked yesterday's weather.

It rained in El Salvador and it snowed in Slovakia. You win again.

- You guys bet on the weather? That is so random.

- And weird. What is it with you guys and betting?

- It's fun.

I mean, you wouldn't understand 'cuz you're afraid to take risks.

Most preppies are. - I am not a preppie.

- Then you need a mirror.

Okay, I bet this is the episode where the parents go away and the kids throw a party.

- I bet it's the one where the girl makes a fool of herself at school.

- I bet it's the one where a guy dresses like a girl!

- I bet it's the one where the dad dents his neighbor's car!

[Screeching tires from TV] - [TV]: Brad, you dented the...

- Yes! Whoo! Yes!

- E-nough!

- Bet you're not excited to see me.

- Bet you can't go ten seconds without saying bet?

- Oh! You are interested in the action.

I'd advise against any school wagers 'cuz I know this place

like the back of my hand. - Really?

- Lisa Marcus is about to walk by and check me out.

- And Isabel Butler-- she's running late.

- And Albert Petroff? He's gonna pass by mid-pick.

- Impressive-- - [Together]: and gross.

- See? You are so predictable.

- So what? I like being predictable.

- Oh I know!

I also know you wouldn't speak to the next guy you see.

Could be outside your preppie comfort zone.

Don't roll your eyes at me!

- Alright, fine! One bet and that's it! What's the wager?

- My tuna for your turkey.

- All you have to do is have a two-second conversation with the next guy you see.

- Watch me.

- Hi. I'm Casey. And you are?

- Hm. - Walking away.

[Laughing]

- Enjoy!

- Ew!

- Hey - double or nothing! I bet I can get that punk to talk to me.

- I'm sure you could eventually, which is why I'm not taking the bet.

Whatever happened to one bet and that's it?

- Well, now it's one more bet and that's it.

- 'Kay, Casey, there are rules to betting:

You gotta know when to hold 'em, know when

to fold 'em, know when to walk away,

which is right now. Bye-bye.

- I'll bet I can get 'Punky Punkerson' to ask me out by Friday.

- You really think he'd date a 'Polly Preppypants' like you?

- I'll bet you he would.

- What's the wager?

- If you win, I do your chores for a year and if I win, you do mine.

- Oh, it's on.

- Sup? It's Casey - we spoke earlier, remember?

Actually I spoke and you just stood there.

Kinda like now. Okay, um, so you're not the chatty type.

Uh, at least you could tell me your name?

- It's Mick. Mick Jones.

- Well, I'm Casey, but call me Case.

- Hm. - Okay nice talking to you Mick!

- Why were you talking to Trevor?

- I wasn't. I was talking to Mick. - Who's Mick?

- The punk guy. - The punk guy's Trevor.

I've known him ever since he was a mini-punk back in grade three.

- Then who's Mick?

- I don't know! But why were you talking to Trevor?

- Well, because I bet Derek that I could get Trevor or Mick or

whatever the punk guy's name is to ask me out by Friday.

- Well I hope you didn't bet anything big

'cuz the chances of Trevor asking you out by Friday

or any day are slim and none. He's a total alterna-guy.

- And I'm a polly-preppypants.

- New bet, sure thing. kay, I bet

Casey that she couldn't go out with the punk guy at school.

- Okay, Casey go out with a - a punk? You mean like a criminal.

- No, a punk as in somebody who listens to punk music.

- Are you a punk? - No, but some of their music's pretty cool.

- So being a punk is cool?

- It can be. I mean, or, it can't be.

- Uh, oh - okay, so, well, how did you become cool?

- It's something you're born with. Either you have it or you don't.

- Well, do I have it?

- Too early to tell.

- Oh. Well, ah, how exactly would you define cool?

- Cool is the opposite of Casey. - Okay.

- Well I was cool enough

to have a nice chat with Trevor after school.

- And during this alleged

after-school chat, did he ask you out?

- No, but he will. And when my fashion consultant arrives, send her up.

- [Casey]: I can't! - [Emily]: Oh, yes you can!

- What's going on in there? - Emily's punking your sister.

- You mean she's pranking her?

- No, she's making her look punk.

Which might or might not be cool.

- What are you talking about?

- Well, you and Casey wouldn't understand - you guys aren't cool like me and Derek.

- You're cool?

- Mm hm. - Wanna bet on that?

- What'd you have in mind?

- Week's worth of chores can't get anyone in this house to call you cool.

- Oh, you are on!

- This is almost too easy.

- Hey dad. What's shaking?

- Me. It's freezing outside.

I mean, I love Canada, but c'mon people!

- Oh, really? I, ah,

I dig the cold. That's just 'cuz I'm coo...

- You can't say that word. - You never said that was part of it!

- Part of what? - Oh, part of the...

- You can't say what we're doing! That's part of it too!

- Hi George. - Hi Casey.

- Nora!

- Em, I can't do this. He's gonna see right through my phony look.

- Don't insult my work. Besides,

you need Trevor to ask you out by tomorrow!

And I made a side bet with Derek that you can do it.

- You did what?

- I bet on you.

- What should I say?

- It's not what you say, it's how you say it.

'Rude 'tude', remember?

- Yeah, whatever -- like I care what you think!

- Perfect! - Yeah, that was pretty awesome.

- Now go over there and talk to him! And don't ever say awesome.

- Hi Trevor.

- Emily! Talking to me? Hm. What's the occasion?

- I'd like to introduce my friend, Casey.

- Yeah, I met Case yesterday. At least, I think I did.

- Well I'm out of here. You guys talk.

- See ya', Trevor!

- You look different. - Yeah, whatever, Trevor.

- That rhymes. - Yeah, like space and Case.

- Exactly! Hey! Are you calling me a "space-case"?

- Well, if the clothes fit.

- Oh, get ready to make my lunches for the next month

'cuz this Trevor thing is so not happening.

Look, he's already flirting with that punkette.

- That's no punkette, Derek. That's Casey.

- Huh?

- So, I can't wait to see this amazing punk CD collection.

- Ah...

Confession time: I don't have a punk CD collection.

- Really? Well, that's shocking. I mean, you've been punk for what -- a day now?

- But I've always been punk at heart.

- Really 'cuz I've seen you hanging with Emily and you guys seem kinda... preppy.

- Nah the preppy scene's all played out

-- neat and tidy. Who likes that?

- I kinda thought you did. - 'Cuz I dressed a certain way?

- Well, didn't you think I was scary because I dressed a certain way?

- No.

- Yes, but -- I was wrong. You're not scary at all.

[Marti shrieks]

- Uh, Marti, Marti -- it's okay, um... Trevor's a friend.

- I'm sorry Trevor. - Nah, it's cool. I get that all the time.

- Whoa! - But not that much.

- Something wrong Derek?

- No! No -- not at all.

- Sup? Casey can I talk to you for a sec?

- Sure.

- Are we having a staring contest?

- Because if we are, you're totally winning.

- You told that freak show about the bet!

- No I did not. And he's not a freak show.

He actually seems like a really nice guy.

- If he doesn't know about the bet, how'd you get him here?

- What can I say? My new look worked.

- What do you mean? He... asked you out?

- No. But I still have one more day.

- Hi! Ah ha, who -- who are you?

- Um, I -- I'm Trevor. I go to school with Casey.

- Oh, and you're dressed like that too.

Ah... duh... not that there's anything wrong with, ah, that.

I me - you know, I'm a big fan of the al-- alterna-goth- whatchama-call-it look,

in fact I was a punk in high school myself, for a - about a week.

- Oh that's cool, 'cuz you know most parents are - are pretty freaked when they first meet me.

- Oh, freaked? Me? No -- never!

I'm just going to check to see if George has started dinner.

Ha, ha. George?

- So that's why you invited me here -- to scare your family.

- No I - I wanted to get to know you.

I mean I know you like punk music - like The Clash?

Or is there another reason your alter ego is Mick Jones?

- Ah, doin' some research, huh? Well The Clash is classic punk.

If you wanna know about the new punk scene, I should take you to a concert sometime.

- I'd - I'd like that. Anytime.

Actually, sooner would be better that later so I could, ah, get educated as fast as possible.

- Cool, well how 'bout ah...

- Hey, Case! Still a punk, hunh?

Oh you've got a punk friend. Yeah, yeah.

I'm - I'm down with that.

- Ah, George, this is Trevor. Trevor this is George.

- Trevor. - George.

- I should go start dinner.

- So, ah, Casey's new friend

he - he certainly seems a bit punky, huh?

- Oh, Casey? Who's Casey?

I mean certainly not the girl in our living room.

Ah, I mean first she completely changes her entire look

and now she's changing her friends.

Am I totally out of touch with my daughter's life?

Huh... Is she alienated? Depressed?

- [Casey]: That's hilarious!

- You know what? It's probably just a phase.

- Uhn-nhn -- Casey doesn't have phases.

Well, unless, of course, we discuss it and we both agree

that she's ready to move on to that phase.

- So what're we supposed to do? We supposed to kick Trevor out of the house?

- Oooh! Yes! I'll do the honors...

- No! That'll make her want to see him more!

- Nora, you have a right to be worried.

- I do? - Trevor is a very bad influence.

- That's coming from me.

- Whoa. - Well, well - what should we do?

- Well, if we can't kick him out,

we should invite him to dinner.

That way Casey'll see they have nothing

in common. Better yet,

Trevor'll see they have nothing in common.

- Um, Mom? Trevor probably only eats raw meat.

- Lizzie, it's cool. I'm a punk, not a vampire.

[Laughter around the table]

- So Trevor. What are your other interests,

outside of music ...and make up.

- Mom, this is dinner, not an interview.

- Um, I'm actually interested in human rights.

- Really? - And I'm thinking about studying law.

- Really? - Mm hm.

- Casey plays with dolls! - I do not play with dolls. I collect them.

- She also loves that TV soap about the rich kids with problems.

[Kicking under the table] - Ow. - Casey kicked Derek!

- I know what you're doing.

- Is everything okay? - Oh, yeah, they're like this twenty four seven.

But, ah, a question for you Trevor - are you cool?

- You know, I'm not really sure I know what cool is.

- I hear ya', bro. See, I got this little bet situation...

- Edwin! You can't talk about the bet!

- Hey! Wanna play checkers with me?

- Well, actually I was hoping we could finish our 'cool' conversation after dinner.

- Trevor already said he'd play soccer with me after dinner!

- [Mother]: Ah, that's nice of you Trevor.

- Trevor, come back any time.

- Yeah, yeah. I'm really glad you liked my cooking.

- You cooked that? Man, I thought you just ran over it and served it.

[Chuckling] - Oh.

- Good night Trevor. - Yeah.

- Uh, so I guess I'll see you tomorrow at school.

Unless there was something you had to ask?

- Well, now that you mention it, there's this band

and they're called Heavy Until Tuesday and they're playing...

- Heavy Until Tuesday? I love those guys!

- They're girls. - Oh, even better!

Hey, you wanna go?

- Derek, what are you doing? And why are you wearing my earring?

- Uh, actually it's Marti's earring.

- Trying to sabotage something by any chance?

- I'm gonna go. Um, I'll see you tomorrow at school.

- Okay, bye.

- You cheater! He was about to ask me to out before you asked him out!

- Hey, I love girl punk bands! I thought it would be fun.

- Not as much fun as you'll have vacuuming my room every day when you lose this bet!

- What's the haps, bro?

- What haps with your face?

- I'm just workin' on my punk look.

You know that dude Trevor is one cool guy.

- You little traitor.

You weren't supposed to make friends with him. What about the bet?

- Sorry bro, but I gotta little bet situation of my own goin' on.

- I might actually l...

l... - Lose?

- Ah, so your streak'll end. Pay Casey and move on.

- I can't! The bet involves me doing actual house wuh...

- Wuh-

- Housework? - Nn-hn-nn.

- Yeah, well that's rough, dude. But it doesn't look good.

Seems like Trevor likes Casey and I think she likes him back.

- Wait a sec -- you're right! Bet or no bet, Casey wants Trevor to ask her out.

- So? - So, Trevor might like Casey now,

but how's he gonna feel when he finds out this was all about a bet?

- Dude, you can't tell him!

That would be so not cool! I think.

- I am not gonna tell him. Casey is.

- What's it gonna be? Win the guy, lose the bet or win the bet and lose the guy?

- What are you talking about?

- Well, let's say Trevor asks you out. Doubt it, but, ah...

how's he gonna feel when he finds out it was all for a bet?

- He'll understand; especially after I tell him I really like him!

- Liked him so much you used him?

Lemme know how that works out.

- You're not gonna tell him are you?

- I wouldn't do that. I'm cool.

But you? You always have to do the right thing.

Telling him about the bet, well... it kinda feels right to me.

- Big problem Paul. Very big problem.

- Casey, you look so different.

- I know. It - it's part of the problem. See it all started with a bet.

- Ah, you have a betting problem?

- No! Yes.

I bet Derek I could get this punk guy to ask me out.

- Okay, so you're pretending to like someone for a bet?

- Yeah, but... now I actually do like him.

So what should I do?

- Fine, you're right! And Derek's right for the wrong reasons.

I've been too focused on winning this bet so I took advantage of someone.

I better go right this wrong right away! Thank you, Paul, you are the best.

- I am the best.

- So you didn't change your whole look because of me? It was for a bet?

- It was really wrong and I'm really sorry. Really.

- That's a relief. - You mean you don't hate me?

- No. I like you a lot.

And I really like your family.

Okay, since you've been honest with me, I feel I should be honest with you, too.

- I'd like that.

- The real reason I wanted to get to know you...

is kinda because I wanted to get to know Emily.

- Oh.

Emily.

- So you think she'd go out with me?

- A sweet, smart, cute guy like you?

If I was still a betting woman - which I am so not

- I think she would.

- Mom! Nice look.

- Ah, Casey, you look like you again!

But I thought we were a punk family now!

- Look, I'm really sorry if I worried you.

I was just trying to get Trevor to like me.

To win a bet with Derek.

- Ah, Casey, how could you?

Did you at least win?

- Lost the bet, lost the guy. Guess you can't win'em all.

- Casey, my room could use some tidying.

- But there are different ways of winning.

Derek, I'd be happy to tidy your room, but just remember

I will be looking through all

of your personal and private stuff.

- On second thought, stay outta my room.

- Hey, party people. - Edwin? What happened?

- Your hair is glowing!

- I just decided to go for a more... punkier look.

- Nice try, Edwin, but punk wigs

aren't cool. You lose the bet.

- Oh, it's not a wig. I dyed it.

- Not cool, Edwin!

- You dyed your hair for a bet?

- Mm-hm.

- Yeah, okay you're pretty cool.

- I am? I win! I win! I win!

Nice! Yeah! I win! Nice!

- No, you don't! It's a wig. - Ah... but he already said I was cool!

- No, he thought you were... [Marti shrieking]: You lied! - ... he thought it was a wig.

- But he said I was cool. - No he thought you were...

He said I was cool. He said I was cool.

- No, but you lied...

- I'm sorry!

- He's a very bad influence. You can take that from me.

- She's about to...

- What - what's so funny?

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♪♪ Living life with Derek ♪

♪ Living life with Derek ♪♪

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