All language subtitles for Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990) - S02E01 - Beach Blanket Brandon (480p DVD x265 Panda)_track3_[eng]

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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.

(all cheer)

DONNA:
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?

DONNA:
Kelly, you should work
on getting your voice back.

(giggles)

(bell ringing)

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.

KELLY:
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.

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.

KELLY:
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.

(sighs)

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!

(grunting)
Steve-o.

(both grunting)

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.

(laughs)

CINDY:
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...

(chuckling):
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.

(sighs)
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.

MAN:
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...

(whistle blows)

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.

LIFEGUARD MANAGER:
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?

KELLY:
How'd it go?

Everything
okay?

Yeah, everything's fine.

What did he say?

Can we just go now?

It was a total
false alarm, right?

Yes, totally.

(sighs)
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.

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!

(loud knocking)

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.

I think you 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.

(sighs):
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.

(chuckles)
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.

(sighs)

I just wonder if,
five years from now,

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

(wry laugh)

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

(Jim stammers)

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.

(car engine idling)

(horn honks)
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.

(front door closes)

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.

(sighs)
There's no answer.

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

to put a lot of trust
in our daughter.

(rock ballad playing)

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.

(chuckles)
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.

(laughs)

Listen, Nat,

I got to talk to you
about something.

Shoot.

(sighs)

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...

(clears throat)
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...

(clears throat)
when does this new job start?

(sighs)
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.

(sighs)

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?

(crickets chirping softly)

(pop song playing)

♪ I was trying to fill up
this empty space ♪

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

(sighs)
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.

(sighs)

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

(knocking)

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.

(door closes)

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.

Hi.
Andrea, 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.

(chuckling):
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,

(with Southern accent):
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.

(chuckles)
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.
No!

Yes. Come on, come on.

What's your name?

Brenda.
Brenda.

Yes.
Great.

♪ Won't you call me, baby ♪

♪ It's ten after 2:00 ♪

♪ Growin' sick and tired
of worrying about you ♪

♪ I never know
if you're still alive ♪

♪ The other night I was up
till a quarter to 5:00 ♪

♪ I'm finding something else
to do ♪

♪ 'Cause this ain't you ♪

♪ There ain't nothing
out there, baby ♪

♪ Whenever I turn around ♪

♪ You're out there
playing in the streets... ♪

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.

♪ There's no need to worry,
the kitchen light's on ♪

Do over. 19 serving 20!

(TV playing)

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.

(bell rings)

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.

(chuckling):
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.

♪ ♪