All language subtitles for Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990) - S01E07 - Perfect Mom (480p DVD x265 Panda)_track3_[eng]

DJ: Yo, yo, yo! Look sharp,
ladies. Only two more days
to enter you

and your momma
in West Beverly High's

annual fashion
extravaganza for charity.

Dress cool for your school
in clothes donated
by your local merchants.

There's something
for everyone,
from rubber bikinis

to spacious evening gowns
for the big-boned woman.

Who would like to cover
this oh-so-elegant

mother-daughter fashion show
on Saturday?

No editorializing
from the editor, please.

Sorry.

You know, it would be nice
if we could have, uh, somebody

do a first person
sort of thing.

Why don't you do it, Andrea?

Obviously, we need a writer
whose viewpoint is
a little less slanted.

Well, now,
correct me if I'm wrong,
Miss Rye,

but aren't we supposed to be
learning how to report here
without bias?

I'm not biased,
I'm just not interested.

I think
it'd be good for you.

May I, uh, have a word
with you in my office?

Are you out of your mind?

What are you getting
so flustered about, huh?

It'd be good for you
to let down your hair,

take off your glasses,
wear something
kind of stylish, huh?

What's wrong with my clothes?
Nothing.

I just thought
it would be fun for you,
that's all.

Yeah, well...

Maybe for somebody
whose mother lives
in Beverly Hills, Brandon.

But I can't
bring my mom to this.
I mean, it's one thing for me

to lie about where I live,
it's a whole other thing
for her to.

That's right.
I didn't even think
about the mom thing.

Yeah, well,
you're not thinking, period.
Wait a minute.

Why don't you just
say your mom's sick
and go with my mom?

That's a terrible idea.

Is everything
all right out here?

Uh, who would
like to do a piece

for a Jim Morrison, uh,
"Dead Legends
of Rock 'n' Roll" column?

I think I hit a nerve.

Good.

Kelly Taylor,
a girl who has everything.

Great body. Great clothes.

And a really great body.

You already said great body.

(CHATTERING)

See you at lunchtime.

So, nice clothes.

Uh, totally second string.

I saved the best
for you and me.

Really?
You didn't have to do that.
Mmm-hmm.

Come over after school.

They're going to dazzle,
but I want us to destroy.

This camera is the eyes
of West Beverly High, Scott.

It goes anywhere
and everywhere.

Anytime. Anyplace.
Whatever it takes.

What are you talking about?

A truly
behind-the-scenes look
at Kelly Taylor this weekend.

Get over it.

You will never get
in that dressing room.

Watch me.
But...

What do you think she'll do
when you get in there?

I think she'll get off on it.

('80S POP PLAYING)

God, Nina, I'm just so happy.

For the first time
since I can remember,
I'm actually feeling content.

I don't seem to have
that empty feeling.

You know, like there--
there should be
something more,

that there's
something eluding me,
just out of reach.

It's finally coming together.

And I say to myself,
whatever it took

to get myself here,
it was worth it.

And the mistakes
weren't mistakes,
they were lessons, right?

Well, of course.

I mean,
I have a beautiful daughter
whom I adore.

I have this
wonderful new man
in my life.

You couldn't do
any better than Don,
in every department.

I know.
And the funny thing is,

I'm not even
looking for sex anymore.

All I want is companionship.

A feeling of family.

That's why
it's so important that

Kelly likes him
and respects him.

Well, if you do, she will.

Well, you know
how she got along with Jack.

And he tried to
be a father to her.

But the point is,
she's going to be

out of the house
in two years anyway,
so why...

Hi, Mom. Hi, Nina.

Hi, sweetheart.
Hi, Kelly.

Brenda, this is my mom.

Jackie.
Hi.

And Nina.
Hi.

Come here, gorgeous.
Sit.

Kelly, you didn't tell me
Brenda was such a knockout.

The two of you must be
dangerous together.

Lethal.

So what have you
two been up to?

Oh, killing the afternoon.

Your mother has a date
with, um, Prince Don tonight.

So she's trying to, ahem,
conserve her energy.

Oh, shut up.

Uh, Kelly tells me
you're from Minneapolis.

Yeah.

Midwestern girls do very well
in this town, Brenda.

Mom grew up in Ohio.

Well, actually I modeled
for a couple of years
in New York

before I came out here,
which is where
I met Kelly's dad,

Prince Charming number one.

Mom, I wanted to show Brenda
the clothes.

Oh, yes! The Farley, you bet.

You'll love it.

JACKIE: God, sometimes I feel
like a fashion addict.

Hi, sweetheart,
what do you think?

Mom, you are wearing a jacket
over that, aren't you?

No.

Well, I guess
it delivers a message.

And what is that
supposed to mean?

Nothing,
you asked my opinion.

I think it's a little much,
that's all.

Kelly, you're just
like your dad.

You are so critical.

Mom, you were
drinking today with Nina,
weren't you?

No comment.

So, what is that all about?

It's not about anything.

I just can't believe it.
I mean, she is
supposed to be your friend.

What is the problem?
Wasn't I a charmer
to Brenda today?

Mother, charm is something
that you don't
have to worry about.

Then don't you worry.

Now don't forget to lock up
and turn on the alarm.

I think I'm gonna
be at Don's tonight.

BRENDA: I think I'm gonna
have some microwave popcorn
for dinner tonight.

You will not.

Well,
that's what Kelly's having.

Well, then
I feel sorry for her.

Doesn't her mother cook?

I kind of doubt it.

Seriously?

Yes, seriously.

Oh, Mom,
don't give me that look like,

"This town is crazy
and we're the only
normal people in it."

Well, you said it, I didn't.

You know,
Kelly's mom remembers

what it was like
to be my age.
Why can't you?

Oh, but I do.

And you're
the lucky beneficiary
of my years of experience.

Well, maybe my life
will be different than yours.

Well, honey,
when you start
living that life,

you can have
microwave popcorn
morning, noon and night.

But tonight
we're having chicken diablo
for supper.

And the voice of experience
advises you to get it
while you can.

(DOOR BANGS)

Mom?
Kelly.

Mom, what is it?

Don and I broke up
last night.

What happened?
Well, obviously
I'm not enough for him.

He wants to see other women.

Younger ones, I'm sure.

Well, it's his loss.

Look, do me a favor
and call Eileen

and, uh, cancel
my hair appointment.

Um, uh...

Call Bill Hutkins
at the accounting firm

and tell him
we'll have to reschedule
next week.

I'm supposed to
be playing tennis
with Alison Freemont.

You know the number,
look it up in my book.

Tell her I'm sick,
I can't even
talk to her today.

(YELLING) Kelly!
Kelly, get up here!

Did you dump this?

No.
I demand an explanation.

You said that you stopped.

Don't you tell me
what I should
or should not be doing.

I am a grown woman.
And I will not have

my 16-year-old daughter
play cop in my own house.

Mom, I think you should
call your sponsor.

Oh! Well,
thanks for the advice,
little Miss AA.

I was just trying to help.

Then please just do
those three tiny
favors for me

so I can rest up and be
my gracious, witty self

for all of your friends
at the luncheon tomorrow.

How many other mothers
volunteer their time
like I do?

Okay. See you at school. Bye.

Honey,
don't you have something

that's a little
nicer to wear?

Mother, this is nice.

You know, Kelly's mom
has such a great
sense of fashion.

Did I ever tell you
that she used to be a model?

About 50 times.

Why do you
dislike her so much?

Honey, I don't even know her.
But from what
you've described,

I suspect we don't have
a lot in common.

You're so judgmental.

No, I'm not.

I'm just saying
that we're different.

But you're saying
that your different

is better than her different,
aren't you?

Why are you
picking a fight with me?

Look, I am not fighting.

It's just that, you know,
you are so closed-minded.

We move to a new city,

and just because people
don't eat dinner
right at 6:00

and because they wear
expensive clothes
and drive nice cars,

you think there's something
wrong with them.

Well, I can't change who I am
to suit the neighborhood.

BRANDON: Brenda, let's go.

I'm coming.

Look, Mom,
I just wish that...

What?

Nothing. I gotta go.
I'm late for school.

Take a muffin.
No.

You know, I'm thinking
about wearing it back...

DAVID:
I think it's the blonde hair
that gets me the most.

I have this incredible
urge to just sniff it.

SCOTT: You better not be
recording any of this.

DAVID: Hey, Kelly!
Kelly Taylor!
What?

How about
a pre-show interview
for the video yearbook?

Sorry. I've just
got too much to do.

What about tomorrow morning?

Maybe.

I'll see you
in the dressing room.

(SIGHS)

Wow, look at you.

I used to think that girls
who brushed their hair
in the middle of class

were immature, insecure
and unhygienic.

Now I realize
it is clearly
a matter of necessity.

Well, it looks good.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Um...

You know, you, uh,
really got to me yesterday.

So, does that mean
you want to take
me up on my offer?

If it still holds.

Sure.
Come on over for dinner.

Wait, what about your mom?

I mean,
it's such an imposition.

Trust me,
my mother loves company.

6:00, okay?
Great.

And,uh, thanks, Brandon.

I mean,
it's a great opportunity

to, uh, be able to
write about something

outside the realm
of my normal experience.

Yeah, it's a real
character builder.

See you tonight.

Brenda! Hey, you want a ride?

I would love one.

So do you care if we hang out
at your house today?

Why? It's such a drag
compared to yours.

My mom's kind of
getting on my nerves.

Kelly, your mom is so cool.
You've nothing to crib about.

Well, you're
not her daughter.

Yeah, well,
sometimes I wish I was.

It would be great
to have a mom
that's more like a friend.

Yeah, it has its moments.

And not just any friend.
A friend who loves clothes

and buys them for you
because she knows

how important
they are to you.

Who you can
talk to about guys,

and not have to leave out
any of the good parts.

Who treats you like an equal.

Kelly, I don't think you know
how lucky you really are.

Well,
maybe it looks that way,

but sometimes
it can be tough.

I mean, I have problems
that you don't
have to worry about.

Like what?

So many clothes,
so little time.

Yeah.

So do you think
your mom would care
if I stayed for dinner?

She'll make you
clean your plate.

Good.

KELLY: Something
smells like anchovies.

Mom, you know
I hate anchovies.

There's just
a trace amount in here.

For flavor.
Did you see me put that in?

No. It's just that
I developed this extremely
acute sense of smell

after I got my
nose corrected.

You've got to be kidding.

I'm going to order out, okay?
You are not!

Brenda, the only reason
we ever order out

is because my mother
is a walking disaster
in the kitchen.

Is the olive oil
in the salad dressing
first press?

I think it's time
for you girls
to set the table.

There'll be six of us.
Your brother's
bringing a guest for dinner.

Who?
Andrea.

Andrea Zuckerman?

Mmm-hmm.

(KELLY AND BRENDA SIGH)

CINDY: Anybody for more?

No, it's wonderful.
You're a terrific cook,
Ms. Walsh.

Well, thank you.
You hear that, Brenda?

You know,
you should try using

fresh oregano
in the sauce next time.

It would be really killer.
Thank you, Kelly.

I'll take that
into consideration.

Uh, Mom.
I wanted to ask you something

and I wanted
Brenda to be here,

'cause it kind of
affects her, too.

Oh, what's that?

Well, you see,
Andrea's writing

this first-person
account for the paper

about the mother-daughter
fashion show tomorrow,

but her mother has to work.
Right?

Right. And so Brandon
thought that maybe

I could, uh, join you
and Brenda tomorrow,
if you don't mind.

Wait a second. Um...

What mother-daughter
fashion show?

I haven't had the time...
You know, the charity thing.

Didn't you tell her?

Not yet.

CINDY:
First I've heard of it.

What about you, Kelly?
Are you going
with your mother?

Well, my mom is, kind of,
the chairperson of the event.

I see.

Brenda,
why didn't you tell us?

I guess I forgot.

Look, it's okay.

It wasn't a great idea
for a story anyway.

Oh, no, Andrea.
I'd love to have you
join us. In fact, I insist.

(KELLY CLEARS THROAT)

I mean,
is she somehow embarrassed
about me? Is that what it is?

No, of course not.

She's out of
her element here.

She just doesn't quite
know how to behave.

Well, she's so enamored
of Kelly Taylor's mother.

I just don't know
what she expects of me.

Hey, don't take it
so personally.

Well, you have to admit
it was pretty personal, Jim.

I mean,
Brenda only has one mother.

Would you give her a chance
to make it up to you?

Daughter to mother?

Hi.

Hi.

I'll just
leave you two alone.

Can I help?

No, no, everything's done.

Mom, I'm really sorry.

I didn't think
it would be anything
that you wanted to do.

Brenda, I don't care about
the stupid fashion show.

But what is it about me
you suddenly find
so embarrassing?

Nothing.

Look, I know I might be
a little more down-to-earth

than some of
the other mothers
in this town.

But trust me, Brenda,
that's nothing
to be ashamed of.

Or to be so proud of.

Mom,
you may not believe this,

but you were
more Beverly Hills
in Minneapolis

than you are in
Beverly Hills.

I mean, if this fashion show
was back home,

you would
probably be running it.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I have
been overreacting
to this place.

So, are you coming
with me tomorrow?

Honey, there's nothing
I'd rather do.

Let's go
overreact together, okay?

Okay.

Damn it, Mom.
You locked the deadbolt.

Mom!

Mom!

KELLY: Oh, Max.
Max, get away.

Go away.

Get out of my face.

Mom?

Mom?

Mom, Mom!

Mom, get up. Jackie, wake up.

Mom!

Leave me alone, I'm sleeping.

Thanks, baby.
I'm really tired.

Hang up
everything nice, okay?

All right, Mom.

Just get some rest
for tomorrow, okay?

Hello, Nina, it's Kelly.

Fine. No, not fine.

I can't get my mom
out of bed.

Yes, I know
she broke up with Don,

but the fashion show
starts in two hours
and she's a total mess.

I haven't seen her this bad
since she went
into Timber Hills.

(JACKIE GROANING)

Mom. Mom, get up.

No, please just
five more minutes,

just five more
itty-bitty minutes.

I cannot believe
that you just sat there

and you let her
drink yesterday.

Who is that?

It's Nina.

My life is falling apart
and I'm supposed to be
hosting a fashion show.

I'll call you later.

Come on. Hurry up,
we're gonna be late.

Don't worry,
everything will be fine.

(SNIFFING)

Mom, what are you doing?

I just need a jump-start.

You know that Jack would
cut off your alimony
if you start using again.

So, who are you? His lawyer?

No, but you wouldn't want him
to find out, would you?

So, don't tell him!

Kel, what are you
doing to me?

I'm trying my damnedest to be
Miss Congeniality by noon

and you're threatening me.

It's not a threat,

it's just that you promised.

Okay, I'm sorry, all right?

But don't hang me
for one bad night.

I deserve a little love
and support

from my own daughter,
don't you think?

Mom, my earrings
are over there.
Can you get them, please?

Sure, Donna. Get into
your first outfit, please.

You want the gold ones,
Donna?

(ALL CLAMORING)

Mom, you look great.

Well,
I guess it's about time.

Oh, sweetheart,
you look outrageous.
Really?

Oh, yes.
Where did Kelly's mom
get these clothes? I mean,

I don't think
I want to give this back.

She's so amazing, Mom.

I can't wait
for you to meet her.

If she ever gets here.

Well, I can't believe
they're this late.

I wonder how much this costs.

Not that I'd ever
consider buying it.

Why not? You deserve it.

Could you just
help me clasp this?

Yeah.

Smart and beautiful.
It's just not fair.

Get out of here.
It's just the dress.

No, really, Andrea.
You look gorgeous.

Really? Thanks.

I didn't want to
forget that moment.

(LAUGHING)

And now for
the piece de resistance.

Wow.

I don't know, I...

I think I may kill myself
without these.

That's okay. I like them.

I think they're very you.

Yeah, well,
I kind of like them, too.

Boy, there sure are
a lot of women around here.

Dad, there's nothing
but women around here.

A lot of really
beautiful women.

I think we should
grab our seats before
someone figures out

that we're not
supposed to be here.

Good idea.

(CHATTERING)

(GASPS)

I'm looking for Kelly Taylor.
I'm supposed to interview her

before the fashion show.

She's not in here.

Hey, where is Jackie, anyway?

I cannot believe
that we are so late.

Kelly,
I don't want to hear it.
There you are.

Five minutes.
All right.

Look, I've got
to find a bathroom.

So you tell everybody
I'll be right there.

Mom.

Okay,
mother-daughter fashion show,
charitable cause

or just another
superficial sleaze fest?

Yes. No!

Well, which is it?

(JACKIE SNIFFING)

Excuse me.

Mom, Kelly just got here
with her mother

and I want to
introduce you, okay?

Brenda,
I'd be glad to meet her.

I saw her come in with Kelly
just a few minutes ago.

Sorry I'm late, everybody!

So nice of you to make it.

There she is.
Okay, now here
are your numbers.

Please, everybody,
stay in order, or else I'll be
announcing the wrong outfits.

And names, of course.
Come on.

Brenda,
maybe I should meet her
another time.

Why?
Well, honey,
she's terribly busy and...

Won't you even
make an effort, Mom?

I really want you
guys to be friends.

I know you do, but I...

Come on.

Jackie, hi.

Why, darling,
you look fabulous.
Thanks.

I want to
introduce you to my mother.
This is Cindy Walsh.

How do you do?
Hello, Cindy.

Brenda's told me
so much about you.

Good luck out there.
You guys both look fabulous.

I... I guess
she's pretty busy.

It's okay.

Okay, now. Pay attention
to your numbers, everybody.

We're about to begin.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

(APPLAUDING)

Welcome to the 15th annual

West Beverly High
mother-daughter fashion show.

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

That's a mother?

Kelly's mother.

My name is Jackie Taylor.

The fashions you
will be seeing tonight

are on generous loan
from local merchants.

And, of course,
everything is for sale.

But then, what isn't?

With no further elaboration,
I give you

the mother-daughter
fashion plates

of West Beverly High.

Stepping into
the bright lights
of high fashion, we have

Celia and Nadine Krauss,
wearing clothes
and accessories

from Sonia's
California Closet.

Oh, loosen up, ladies.

I'm supposed to be describing
this evening wear
as "dangerous."

WOMAN: I think that was
a little bit rude.
WOMAN 2: Yeah.

Let's see.
I now take you on
a fashion safari.

No, that's not right.

Excuse me, that spot
is right in my eyes.

I mean,
they wouldn't even let us in
here to rehearse the lighting

without charging us
for a full day.

Do you believe that?

From the office to the opera,
these Alex Kallas originals

merge practicality
and panache.

Hello, Lisa and Linda Burns.

Don't we look marvelous.

She is being rude.

Shake it, ladies. Shake it.

I think she must
be on something
out there.

From the wilds
of Minneapolis,

welcome Cindy
and Brenda Walsh,

who are joined by
Angela Zuckerman...

Andrea Zuckerman,
all in evening wear
designed by Farley.

Wow, they look great.

I don't believe it.

Isn't that the girl
who was at our house
for dinner last night?

I'm not sure anymore.

I don't know
if any of you remember,
but about 18 years ago,

I was the Farley girl.

Now that's back
when I was about 20

and that's back
when 20 was still
considered young.

Of course now,
it's positively
over the hill.

Donna and Nancy Martin
are wearing beachwear

from Susie's Surf Shop.

Now, men, it's a funny thing.

Men have modeling careers
well into their 50s.

But then it's a man's world,
isn't it?

I wonder if any of you
movers and shakers out there

would care to
tell me exactly why

women get so exploited
in this town?

I imagine there must be
one or two of you

who could still stand to be
with a woman after 30.

But maybe I'm wrong.

Would you get the damn spot
out of my eyes?

(CROWD MURMURING)

Kelly, is she all right?

No.

Here we are.

From the, uh, the wilds
of Minneapolis,

welcome Cindy
and Brenda Walsh,

and, uh, Andrea Zuckerman.

WOMAN:
But she's already said that.

All in evening wear
by Farley.

Mom, you said that already.

Hello!

Uh, Cindy and Brenda
and Andrea.

WOMAN:
She doesn't even realize
what she's saying.

Please, you're not
going to let me die
out here, are you?

WOMAN: Oh, no!

Okay. Next.

Damn it, Mom.

Kelly.

Kelly, stop.

Brenda, just leave me alone.

Kelly, please. Kelly.

Tell me what's going on.

Brenda, I tried to tell you,
but you wouldn't listen.

When?
It doesn't matter.

You probably wouldn't have
believed me anyway.

You think my mom's
so amazing,

but can't you see
it's just an act?

I'm sorry, I didn't know.

You must think
I'm so stupid.

No.

(SNIFFLING)

But you, like, can't tell.

She does a great job
of hiding it.

She was supposed
to have quit using
over a year ago.

But the past week
has been pretty bad.

And this...

I can't go back
to school on Monday.

Yes, you can.
No, I can't.

Not after she made
such a fool of herself
up there.

It's going to be
all over the place.

Kelly, people forget.

But I don't.

And I--I can't
forgive her, either.

Brenda,
my mother doesn't love me.

Kelly, that is not true.

What do you know?

You have no idea
what it's like
to live with an alcoholic.

You probably think
that everybody's family

is just perfect like yours.

My family is not perfect.

Well, at least they're sober.

And right now, that would be
perfect enough for me.

I just don't know what to do.

I mean, I can't go back home
and live with her like this.

I know what happens.
It only gets worse.

My cousin Carrie
is an alcoholic.

She is?
Mmm-hmm.

Well, I never told you
because...

Well, frankly
it's not your business,

but I know what a time
she's been through.

Every day is a struggle.

Same for my mom.

Carrie got treatment.

She told everybody
she was getting
her appendix out.

My mom said that
she was going to the spa.

It's ridiculous to
have to make up stories
about something like this.

I mean, it's nothing
to be ashamed of.
It's a disease.

And when you're sick,
you get help.

No excuses or apologies
are necessary.

I'm sorry,
but I am just so tired
of it being my problem.

I have enough problems
of my own.

Kelly,
can I tell you something?

What?

I think you're
totally amazing.

I--I mean,
I look at you at school

and I think that you have
the most perfect life and...

In a million years,
I never would have suspected

that you had one
single problem.

Well, obviously I do.

ANDREA: I know.

And that's why I think
you're the strongest person
I've ever met.

I mean, you always look like
you're having more fun
than anybody.

Really?
Yeah.

Sometimes I am.

And sometimes
I know that I'm not.

KELLY:
Can I be honest with you?

Sure.

I never knew
you were so pretty.

Thanks.

(PEPPY MUSIC PLAYING)

Is he gonna
stop playing that?

Jim!

Excuse me.

Isn't there
another button there?

I don't know.
I can't see one.

It's this one,
I think it's stuck.

I need something else
to get it.

Jim, I have
one very troubled girl
down there

and you are not
helping the situation.

I know, Mom.
We're in cha-cha hell.

There's something wrong
with the rhythm section.

(MUSIC STOPS PLAYING)
There. Problem solved.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

If that's my mom,
I'm not here, okay?

Kelly, don't you even
want to talk to her?

I have nothing more to say.

Hello, Cindy.
Hi.

I wondered if Kelly
might be here?

Jackie, hi.

Hi, Brenda.

Is Kelly here?

No, Kelly's not here.

No, I think she is.

I'd like to see my daughter,
please.

Yes, of course, Jackie.
Please come in.

Go find Kelly, Brenda.

Mom.

Brenda, now.

You have a lovely home.

Thank you.

I can only imagine
what you must think of me.

I don't even know you.

I generally have
a wonderful sense of humor.

But I guess it, uh,
misfired this afternoon.

Hi, Mom.

Hi, sweetheart.

Excuse me.

I'm not coming home.

Kelly, I--I am sorry.

I don't care.

Sorry just is
not enough anymore.

What do you want me to do?
You want me to get down
on my hands and knees

and beg your forgiveness?
I'll do anything it takes.

No.

Honey,

you know how much I love you.

How is that possible, Mom?

You don't even love yourself.

I know you're upset.

You have a right to be.
I, uh,

slipped up.

Is that what you call it
when you humiliate yourself

in front of
the entire school?

It's my humiliation.

Why can't you let it
be my problem?

Because you don't
have to go to school
with those people on Monday

whispering behind my back.

I think you're
exaggerating the situation.

Things finished
quite smoothly.

Yeah, right.
According to you.

But I don't care,
because you
broke a promise to me

and you broke
a promise to yourself.

And I'm not going
to live with a mother
who I can't trust anymore.

What do you want from me?

You want me to take
a Breathalyzer test
when I come home at night?

You want to test
my urine for drugs?

I want you to go back
to Timber Hills.

It's just like last time,
you think you can control it,
but you can't.

Kelly,
this is not like last time.

No, last time I found you
lying in a pile of blood
and broken glass

after you put
your fist through
the dining room table.

I'm sorry.

Honey,
you're just going to have to
trust me on this one.

I think things are
going to be okay.

Mom, you need help.

You don't even know
what okay is anymore.

Don't you realize
what your drinking
and cocaine does to me?

I am in high school, Mom.
I need somebody
to take care of me,

to listen to my problems.

I'm there for you, Kel.

I'm your best friend
in the whole world.

I don't need a best friend.

I need a mother.

And I don't care
if you're fat,
I don't care if you're old,

I don't care
if you're beautiful.

I love you no matter what.

So maybe you should
just stop worrying
about what you look like

and start figuring out
who you are.

I can't be
everything to everybody.

You don't have to be.

But when you're drinking,
Mom,
you are nothing to nobody.

You can stay here for dinner,

but I want you home.

(DOOR BANGS SHUT)

Kelly, how did it go?

Not so well.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Mom! I'm home.

Mom?

Mom.

Mom?

Hi, baby.

Mom, what are you doing?
Where are you going?

Timber Hills.
First thing in the morning.

Thank you. Thank you.

No, thank you.

If you only knew
how much I love you

and how sorry I am.

I never meant to
cause you any pain.

I know.

What you said to me, Kel,

really hit home.

You've never talked that way
to me before.

It's only
because I love you.

I know you do.

I'm not sure
I deserve your love.

Someday I hope

you can be as proud
to have me as a mother

as I am to have you
as a daughter.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Brandon.

Brandon, are you asleep?

Yes.

I feel like such a jerk.

You had to wake me up
on Sunday morning
to give me this news?

It couldn't have
waited until, say,
after breakfast?

I can't believe
I was so blind
to Kelly's mom.

And to what Kelly
must have been going through.

I always thought
she had the most perfect life.

Hey, you always
gotta be a little
suspicious of perfection.

I'm supposed to
be her best friend.

Why didn't she tell me?

Maybe she tried.

I think she did.

I was just too shallow
to pick up on the clues.

Some friend I am.

Hey, come on,
give yourself a break.

How were you
supposed to know?

It's a problem
you've never had
to deal with before.

I guess.

But the way I treated Mom,
I feel like such a fool.

You know, the amazing thing
about Mom is that
she's always there

to accept your apology.

Kind of like
the Rock of Ages,

just sitting,
waiting patiently.

Brandon, I'm sure
she'd love to hear herself
described that way.

Where're you going?

I wouldn't wanna
keep the rock waiting.

I'm calling because
I just wanted to say thanks.

I think everything's
gonna be okay.

Oh, Kelly, that's wonderful.

And I think that
Brenda's really lucky
to have a mom like you.

Well, thank you.

Although I'm afraid
she'll never realize it.

It's a law of nature,
no girl can appreciate
her own mother.

Okay, bye-bye.
And good luck, Kelly.

Bye.

What did Kelly want?

She just wanted me to know
how lucky I was

to have such
a great daughter.

I'm really sorry, Mom.

Brenda, it's all right.

No, it's not.

Not after I kept
on making you feel

like Jackie was so
hip and beautiful
and fun.

Well, I'm sure
she is all those things.

Maybe.

You know what,
you're a whole lot more.

I try my best, Brenda.

Just like my mother did.

But you know what,
she's not perfect either.

Although she'd probably
have you believe that she is.

What's this?

I love you.

I guess I never
really tell you that, do I?

Well,
it's always nice to hear.

(LOUD MUSIC PLAYING)

What's this?

A little something
from all of us, Dad.

Hi.
Hi.

Taking a trip?

Sort of.

Listen, is Kelly home?

Go right in.
She should be
down in a second.

Thanks.

What are you doing here?

DAVID: Uh...

I thought you
might wanna have this.

It's the tape of
the fashion show.

You know,
with your mom and everything.

Thanks.

I didn't think
you'd want it going
in the video yearbook.

You're a pretty nice guy.

Wow.

JACKIE: Come on, Kel.

So where're you guys going?

Uh, road trip.

It's a nice day for a drive.

Yeah, it is, isn't it?