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Hey, Emily.

Hey.

Where you been stranger, long time no see.

So many of my credits didn't transfer.

They've got me taking sophomore make-up classes.

What you been up to?

Seems like I've been spending all my time

on the West Beverly Blaze.

I know. I've been reading.

Listen, I'd like to walk you out, but I got to go meet Bren.

She's taking her driving test again today,

for the third time.

What's her problem anyway?

Parallel parking.

And we practice and practice, but she just doesn't get it.

I am just so freaked out

about hitting one of those cones again.

You won't.

You know I had this dream last night.

Where I was taking my driver's test,

only I was driving an 18-wheeler,

which I had to parallel park

in between these gigantic orange cones

that were filled with explosives.

And if I hit one, I was dead.

What happened?

Well, I woke up in a cold sweat.

I couldn't fall asleep for over an hour.

Poor Brenda.

I mean, didn't you guys used to have nightmares

about taking your driver's test?

God, no.

I passed with flying colors.

I think some people were just born to drive.

I mean, I think it's in my genes.

Oh, please, you should have seen Kelly

when she first got her license.

For the first month, I felt like a crash test dummy.

So, I had a few fender benders.

It's how you learn.

All right Bren, you ready?

Yeah, where's Dylan?

I saw him at lunch, he said he'd meet us out front.

Go on, you can do it.

How am I doing so far?

So far, so good.

Huh, this is the easy part.

Pull forward and parallel park between the orange posts.

Come on, Bren.

Now parallel park.

I blow this every time.

With your eyes open,

visualize the vehicle in the space.

Trust your hands on the wheel.

Be like a snake, slithering across the ground.

Snake.

Hey, oh, oh. Yes!

Am I in?

Proceed to the entrance.

You've passed your test.

Oh, thanks!

BRENDA: So then it was time to parallel park.

And in that brief moment, my entire future life

without a license flashed before me and it was horrible.

And I knew I could not and would not fail.

Ah, that's great sweetheart.

And Friday, I'm going to make a big dinner.

We'll have all your friends over to celebrate.

Thanks, Mom.

Now, one question still remains.

Dad, since you did help Brandon buy his car,

I assume that we're going to share it?

Survey says...

(imitates buzzer): Sorry, Brenda.

The correct answer is "Dad did not help me buy my car,

he merely helped me repair it."

Brandon, I can't totally be without wheels.

(phone ringing)

I'll get it.

Hey, if you want a car, get a job.

That's the American way.

Brandon, I don't think it's up to you.

Does this have to be decided tonight?

CINDY: Bobby!

What a surprise!

You are? That's wonderful.

Oh, well, sure, sure, of course you can.

Hey, yo, Bobster!

Okay, great.

Talk to you then.

Bye-bye.

So, did he call to congratulate me?

No.

He called to say he wants to come visit this weekend.

He did, really? That's great!

He's thinking of transferring to UCLA.

BRENDA: You're kidding!

Bobby might move here?

Don't we need to discuss details?

Well, of course.

It'll be great to see Bobby.

It's been so long.

Tell me more about this college-aged cousin of yours.

Is he available?

Yes and no.

Kelly, he's really not your type.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Wait a second.

Is he that guy in the picture over your fireplace?

That gorgeous stud

wearing that little red bathing suit?

Kelly, control yourself.

BRENDA: Don't you ever feel

like we just abandoned Bobby once we left Minnesota?

I got the feeling we abandoned a lot of people.

You know what I mean.

He cried when we left.

He did?

Well, that's what Mom said Aunt Marjorie told her.

I'm sure he'll be thrilled to know that you heard that.

It just feels so weird growing up with someone

and then having them completely disappear out of your life.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Wait a minute, what's going on here?

Are we shooting hoops

or breaking windshields?

Hey, hey, hey, talk to your Dad.

He's the one with the height advantage,

still can't make a decent shot.

Hey, hey, hey.

He wanted to give me an eight-point handicap.

And I said, forget it, enough's enough.

Not true.

How you doin', buddy?

Long time no see. I've missed you, man.

Oh, come on, don't give me that crap.

How can you miss anything

living in this place?

Oh, my God.

Brenda, you look so gorgeous.

And I'm not just saying it this time.

She's a real woman.

Bobby, stop it.

You know that you are worse than ever.

I'm telling you, Bren, if we weren't first cousins...

You know, why didn't you ever write me back?

I must've written you at least a dozen letters

since we moved here.

I sent some postcards.

Two.

That's the wonderful thing about family.

I couldn't get this kind of abuse

staying in a hotel.

Take over for me son.

I've got to go wash up. Good luck.

Thanks.

Oh, I'm so glad you're here.

More, please.

Come on, Walsh, let's see what a year

of easy living has done to you.

Come on!

So it doesn't seem like your brain's

been totally fried by the sun out here.

Well, what'd you expect?

Well, I thought that every other word would be like...

"Hey, dude, like, let's all catch

some totally full-on gnarly radical waves."

No, I don't surf.

I tried, but, uh,

it didn't work out that well.

You can bet if I lived out here and I still had my legs,

I'd be surfing my little buns off.

Yeah, well, you always could pick up any sport.

So how's the...

female situation?

It's happening.

There's this one girl, Emily.

We went out once, things got a little weird

and then the heat fizzled.

Come on, don't let weird get in the way.

Seize the day.

Yeah, we'll see.

I'm looking forward

to meeting some California ladies myself.

So the truth finally comes out.

The real reason you want to go to UCLA is for the ladies.

I just don't want to miss out on anything, Brandon.

Yeah, sure.

I understand.

You know, Bobby...

since your accident...

Listen, Brandon, it's been a long trip.

I got to catch some Z's.

Yeah, sure.

Hit the light on your way out, will you?

Yeah.

Good night.

Good night.

What are the ramifications

of Bobby attending UCLA next semester?

I don't know.

Well, isn't this something

you should be talking with your brother about?

Cindy, Allen put me up for two years when I went to college...

It's just a big responsibility

for us to take on.

And of course it's not one

that we're going to turn our backs on.

It just seems so sudden.

Allen says he's getting pretty self sufficient.

I look at him, and I think,

"God, life is so cruel and senseless."

I mean one minute he's this big strapping boy, can't sit still,

and the next...

he's a paraplegic.

And I feel so bad for him,

but more than that--

and this is what's driving me crazy--

what I feel most is this gigantic sense of relief.

Why?

Because it's not Brandon sitting in that wheelchair.

And it could have been.

Just as easily.

It could have been.

CINDY: Bobby...

I don't believe it.

You did all this?

No, little elves snuck in and helped me during the night.

(chuckles)

Aunt Cindy, you act like I'm crippled or something.

Oh, silly me.

Yeah,

I was going to squeeze some fresh O.J.,

but I couldn't find the contraption.

Yeah, it's right up here.

Slightly out of my reach.

Sorry about that.

I can't believe what I'm smelling.

Mom, this is so nice.

Bobby, I don't want you to get the wrong idea.

This is definitely not

your typical morning at the Walsh house.

Guys, I had nothing to do with it.

This is all your cousin's work.

Bobby, you fixed breakfast?

Hey,

remember when we all used to go skiing together?

Who'd be up at 6:30 in the morning scrambling eggs?

You would.

So who's going to set the table?

This stuff isn't going to stay hot forever.

All right. Ah.

You heard the man. Let's get cracking.

BRENDA: Brandon, that's your job.

Would you get the silverware, Brenda?

I think Brandon can do it.

BRANDON: Seeing Bobby's put me

in a generous mood, Bren.

I'm about to do something totally crazy.

What?

I'm going to let you drive my 'Stang.

Oh, do not do me any favors.

Come on, Bren, how many people get to break in their license

behind the wheel of an American classic, huh?

Look, I'll take a pass.

Brenda, you've had your license for two days now.

What are you afraid of?

Look, Brandon, I'll drive when I have to drive.

Until then, "School, James."

DAVID (over speaker): Attention: West Beverly drivers.

The Beverly Hills High charity car wash is this weekend.

And now...

here's a little something to get your morning started right.

(rock music playing)

♪ I think I feel... ♪

Hey, Donna.

Hi.

Listen, I know it's kind of short notice,

but I was wondering what you were doing tonight.

Maybe we could go see a movie or something?

David, I'd love to.

I would, but I'm going to this dinner at Brenda's.

Uh... well, she can come, too.

Mm.

I guess that wouldn't work, would it?

Uh... well, maybe we can do it again sometime.

Yeah.

We'll see.

Ciao.

Bye.

See you later.

Hey.

Hi.

So what time's dinner?

Dinner?

That big celebration dinner you invited us all to

when you got your license?

You know, with my cousin here, I totally forgot.

Bren, is it all right if I bring David Silver tonight?

Why?

Because he asked me to a movie,

but I'm having dinner with you guys.

Is this a date?

Are we dating David Silver?

No, we're just friends, okay?

Excuse me.

I don't know.

It might be too many people.

No problem.

So I finally get to meet this dreamy cousin

of yours.

Kelly, there's something that you should know about Bobby.

He is cute and he is over 21...

but three years ago, he got in an accident,

and now he's paralyzed from the waist down.

Brenda, I'm sorry.

Me, too.

Look, he doesn't need your pity,

so if you're going to act weird around him,

just let's call the whole thing off right now.

Why would you even think that?

Look, I just get a little overprotective

about him sometimes.

He used to date a girl friend of mine

back in Minnesota...

and she dumped him right after the accident.

(bell rings)

We should get to class.

Hey, Sport.

Hey, Chief.

So, uh, what time's the big dinner tonight?

Uh, Brenda says 7:00.

Do you think I could, uh, hitch a ride?

Why don't you ask Bren?

She just got her license.

I don't think she's even broken it in yet.

Great. Uh, maybe I'll just take the bus.

Hi.

Hey, Em.

Hi, guys, sorry I'm late.

(laughs) Late for what?

Since when do you take journalism?

As of today.

I was taking a psych class, but I was not cut out for it,

so I figured I'd give the family business

a shot.

Great.

Your father must be so pleased.

Maybe you should, uh, work for one of his papers

for real. No chance of that.

So...

where should I start?

You know, we could use an extra body in Sports.

Sounds great.

Sports can take care of itself.

No, what we're lacking is adequate coverage

of the P.T.A.

I mean, last Saturday, they had a mother-daughter bake sale.

We totally blew it.

What do you say?

You're the boss.

Great.

Talent. ...eight-foot net.

Talent, talent.

On my blind spot.

Aha!

Oh! Yes! Yes!

Bobby, nice shot.

Who is this guy?

That's 14-12.

Where were you?

Huh? Hey, just watch

your own man, money.

KELLY: Nice shot.

STEVE: How long you been watching?

Long enough to know who's going to win.

Ah, Kelly, this is my cousin Bobby.

Bobby, this is Kelly.

Nice to meet you.

Bobby, Brenda, and Brandon.

How cute.

I know, it's disgusting, huh?

(car doors shutting)

So, Brenda tells me you're applying to UCLA.

We'll see.

BRENDA: Hi, guys.

Sorry we're late, but we had to pick up Andrea

and the traffic was killer. Sorry.

Brenda, you drove?

No... Donna did.

Brenda, isn't it about time

you put the pedal to the metal?

Brandon, please leave me alone.

BRANDON: Uh, uh, kill, kill.

Shoot. Blow away.

Finger. Uh, gun!

Yes. I got it.

Okay, the second word is "gun."

Uh... First word.

Whoo!

(whistling)

(all cheering)

I need a better hint.

STEVE: Shoulder gun.

What is it?

DONNA: Striptease. The Naked Gun!

Yes! Yes!

All right. Bobby.

(cheering, laughing)

I didn't know how far I was going to have to go.

Kel, I was hoping you'd pick that one.

(all laughing)

Go.

No.

(all clamoring): Brenda! Brenda!

Come on, Brenda, just pick one.

BRENDA: All right.

Kelly, sit here.

Are you kidding?

I'll crush you. Try me.

Okay.

(laughs)

All right.

(clears throat)

(laughs)

(in accent): You're in good hands.

(Bobby laughs) Oh, I cannot believe this.

Who picked this?

Who... who wrote this?

Well, is it a TV show, movie, or book?

Steve, you better pray it's not a book.

ALL: Ooh!

BRANDON (laughing): So we broke into the girl's bunk at 3:00 a.m.

and yelled "Rattler!"

No, but first we put the snake in the girl's bed...

It was just a little garden snake, it was no big deal...

But you should have heard her scream.

Oh, man. Remember?

And that was the last summer we spent at...

BOTH (in accent): Camp Kissimmee Falls. Good night.

Ah, guys, I hate to be a drag, but I am beat.

Yeah, me, too.

Well, go to sleep then.

I'll put myself to bed, guys.

You sure?

Absolutely. I'll see you in the morning.

Good night, pal.

BRENDA: Good night, Bobby.

Good night, Kelly.

Night, Brenda.

Mind if I join you?

Can you?

Can I?

Sorry.

Much more comfortable.

So, uh, how long ago was it that, uh...

Oh, three years, four months, some odd days.

Not that I'm counting.

(laughs quietly)

Any chance of, of, um...

No, but I'm lucky, though.

Uh, if the injury on my spine was any higher,

I'd be quadriplegic instead of paraplegic.

What's the difference?

Well, one, you're paralyzed from the waist down,

and the other, from the neck down,

which means no wheelchair basketball

among a lot of other things.

I think it's great how you handle it all.

Man has a marvelous capacity

not only to adapt to his surroundings

but to make his surroundings adapt to him.

(laughing): I read that somewhere.

But it's true.

Hey, listen, have you ever ridden a horse?

Are you kidding?

I love to ride, yeah.

Really? I grew up on horses.

Maybe we can look for a place to ride tomorrow.

I'm sure there's got to be some stables around here.

You can still...

Kelly, I can still do a lot of things.

Look, I'll see you tomorrow.

I'd walk you out, but, uh...

It's okay.

Sleep well.

Night.

BRENDA: Brandon.

(low groaning)

Brandon, I feel really weird

about this whole Kelly-Bobby thing.

What are you talking about, Brenda?

I'm not even up yet.

She didn't leave until after 1:00 this morning.

What's the problem?

So they like each other.

Yeah, well, Kelly can be really flirtatious.

So can Bobby.

I just don't want to see him get hurt again,

that's all.

What are you saying, that Kelly can't really

like Bobby because he's in a wheelchair?

Maybe.

Look, I don't know. I guess I just wonder

what his expectations are?

Probably the same as any other

guy who likes a girl:

he hopes that she likes him back.

I know you're right.

I'm probably making a bigger deal out of it

than it really is.

Okay, okay, no. As long as you've got the saddle.

Okay, 1:00?

Are we free at 1:00?

Yeah, I guess so. Okay,

1:00 is fine. We'll see you then.

What was that all about? (hangs up receiver)

Horseback riding. You, me, Brenda,

Dylan and Kelly.

I want her to see me ride, Brandon.

I don't think she believes I can still do it.

What, are you kidding? After the way

you were hitting on her last night,

she probably thinks you can walk on water.

Too strong?

Listen, Bobby,

I know Kelly pretty well,

and I just wouldn't want you to misunderstand anything here.

Like what?

You think she's patronizing me?

Let me tell you something,

that was not a patronizing kiss I got

before she left last night.

Just go slow, that's all I'm saying.

Tell me what you're really thinking, Brandon.

You don't think that Kelly could be serious

about some guy in a wheelchair.

(neighing)

MAN: Here we go.

Be careful with the family jewels, boys.

What's this horse's name? Shane.

Now, how's that feel?

I feel like I got me four legs.

All right, let's see what you can do, Shane.

Whoa! Look at him go!

Hey, wait up!

Come on, Baby.

DYLAN: Come on, Bren.

So, what's her name?

Spitfire. Don't you have any

named, uh, Gentle Jim, anything like that?

Ah, she's gentle.

Long as you stay on her good side.

(neighing)

Bobby, slow down!

Come on, pokey!

Yeah. Come on. Whoo!

(Bobby laughs)

Whoo!

Slow down.

Hold it. Hold it.

I love this.

This is my version of a seeing eye dog.

Yeah, like a walking legs horse.

Exactly.

So, listen, there's a party tonight.

Mostly high school kids,

it might be a little young for you.

No problem.

As long as you're gonna be there.

Yeah, me, Brenda, Brandon,

Steve, Donna, Dylan.

The gang.

The gang.

Hey! Hey, guys, hey!

(groaning)

We... we gotta get back.

Our time's almost up. Thank God.

So I'll see you guys back-- hey, hey, hey, hey.

Whoa, whoa, hey, hey!

(indistinct chatter, music playing)

Can I help?

We've got it under control.

There we go.

Damn it. What?

Stairs.

Ah...

Maybe there's a back way or something.

Then what am I supposed to do? Take an elevator?

Hey, hey, don't worry about it.

We can handle the situation.

Uh, I don't know guys. I'm kinda heavy.

This stairwell's kinda steep.

♪ There's a time and a place... ♪

Yo, Steve. Give us a hand

over here, pal. STEVE: Sure, bro.

The party starter's here.

Get it up. Whoa.

Here we go.

Okay, I'll clear a path.

STEVE: Yeah, you do that.

BRANDON: Okay. Look out, look out.

Party starter, coming through.

BRENDA: Donna, hurry up.

Watch out.

Oh, good move. Good move, Sanders.

Oh, yeah.

Here we go. Look out, look out.

♪ Once you find it ♪

♪ Don't close your eyes, yeah ♪

♪ I might as well be... ♪

Now this is Beverly Hills.

Tal Weaver throws the best parties.

Oh, well, Kelly used to date him,

but then he moved on.

I didn't used to date him.

He took me to a Sting concert. It was no big deal.

BRENDA: Bobby, do you need anything?

No, I'm fine. Thanks.

All right, we're gonna go dance.

Dylan, come on. Yes. No, Bren. No.

Hey, I'm gonna go get something to drink.

Anybody need anything? I'll go with you.

Bobby, you okay?

Fine.

Oh!

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?

Uh... yeah.

Maybe you could get me a towel or something?

I'll get it for you.

I cannot believe her. You okay?

Yeah.

Oh, what happened to you, man?

Nothing. I'm just real lazy.

(laughing): That's pretty funny, man.

Did you hear what that dude in the wheelchair

said to me? He's such a jerk.

Don't worry about it, all right?

The total IQ in this place

must be less than a hundred.

I'm telling you, Kelly, I am so glad

I'm out of high school.

I'll bet.

♪ There's a time and a place for... ♪

Hey, Kelly.

Hi, Tal. I was wondering

when you were gonna get here.

Well... here I am.

You look roaring to go. Let's dance.

Tal, this is, uh,

Bobby, a cousin of Brandon's.

How'd you get up those steps?

It wasn't easy.

Well, are you okay?

Can I get you anything?

Actually, a cold beer

would be nice right about now.

Sorry, bud, no alcohol.

Last time we had beer we ran into some problems, and, uh,

my parents are pretty intense about that.

So...

you want to dance?

I don't know. Why not?

♪ There's a time ♪

♪ And a place for your vision ♪

♪ And you better be ready... ♪

Go ahead.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Will you hold my purse?

Sure. ♪ You better be ready ♪

♪ To see what true love can do ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I've been waiting so long ♪

♪ For the good life ♪

♪ Working harder than I ever did before ♪

♪ No surprises ♪

♪ No compromises ♪

♪ Still you walk away from me out my door ♪

♪ Am I dreaming? ♪

Hey Bob, is there some serious

talent here or what?

Yeah.

Listen, uh, could you find Brandon for me?

I'm not feeling that good. I'd kinda like to go home.

Yeah, is there something that I can do for you?

Could you just find him for me?

Sure, bud.

Hi.

Here's your purse. Thanks.

Guess I'm not a fun person to go to a party with.

I can't do much but sit here.

That's not true.

Unless I get drunk, and I start doing wheelies.

Listen, Kelly, it was really great

meeting you and everything.

There's probably a lot of things I haven't told you.

Like how incredibly sexy I think you are,

and how I love the way your body

moves when you dance.

So I'm just gonna say it all right now,

so you can say, "Gee, Bobby,

"I really think you're nice

"and I really like spending time with you and all, but...

I just don't like you in that way."

So let's just save ourselves the grief, Kelly,

'cause I know how these things work out.

Bobby, what are you talking about?

I'm talking about two weeks from now

or six months from now.

A few more parties like this,

and when the novelty wears off,

and you want to dance with your boyfriend.

Hey, Bobby, there you are, I've been looking for you, man.

Is everything okay?

Uh, no, Brandon. I'm not feeling that good.

I'd kinda like to go home. Yeah, sure.

Uh, you don't want to hang out for a couple more minutes?

No, now please.

I can take care of the cab.

But you know, I just need help with the stairs.

Yeah, sure.

Just let me go find Dylan.

Nice work, Kel.

Kelly, what did you do?

I don't know.

I don't even know what happened.

Well, you must have said something

to upset him like that.

Bren, I don't know.

Somebody accidentally spilled a drink on him,

and then I went to dance with Tal

and when I came back it's like he flipped out.

You know, I told you not to lead him on. It's not fair.

You think that just because Bobby's in a wheelchair

you have the right to interfere with his social life.

Did it ever occur to you that I like being with him?

Kelly, he's hurt enough.

I don't want to see him get hurt anymore.

Brenda, I did not mean to hurt him.

♪ Whatcha gonna do when she catches you...? ♪

So...

you wanna tell me what this is all about?

It's amazing, Brandon.

Most of the time I actually fool myself into thinking

that everything's normal.

I try to believe that the only thing different about me

is that I'm sitting down while everyone else is standing up.

Then every once in a while, I get this glimpse

of how everyone really must see me.

Did Kelly say something or do something?

Kelly's great.

But let's get real, Brandon.

If I come out here and go to school,

how's it going to work out in the long run?

I don't know. You tell me.

Well, she's not gonna want to compromise.

This gets old real fast.

My charms wear thin after about the third

or fourth date and most girls realize that they don't want

to get serious about some guy in a wheelchair.

Trust me, I've been there.

Is that what Kelly said?

I saved us both the pain.

So what do you do, Bobby?

You just blow off any girl who gets too close to you?

That doesn't sound like you, man.

What do you know about me?

You have no idea what I have

to deal with everyday.

Everything in my life is an effort.

That's why you're so amazing, Bobby.

You make it seem so easy. Come on...

no one wants to hang around with a drag.

Don't you get it?

In my mind, when I imagine

myself doing things... I'm still walking.

I have dreams that I'm running,

and when I wake up,

I expect to just jump out of bed.

And at least once a day,

no matter how well things are going,

I can't help but wonder

why this happened to me.

I mean, what on earth did I ever do to deserve this?

You know?

I know.

It doesn't make any sense.

I remember when I was little...

I used to think you could do anything.

And I wanted to do everything you did.

I'll never forget how much fun we were having

the day you got hurt.

Come on Brandon, this is old news.

Yeah, I know, but we've never really talked about it, have we?

I remember there was a foot of fresh powder,

and you had to be the first one out on the hill.

Always.

And you were bombing down the run,

and I was doing everything I could to keep up with you and...

and then I saw the jump.

No, I saw it.

No, I saw it first.

And I knew it was a big drop,

and I knew it was a steep hill...

but I also knew that you couldn't resist a dare.

No, Brandon, it was my idea to take the jump.

Come on, Bobby, I was there remember?

You took off, man,

and it was beautiful.

And I was...I was awestruck and then...

Bam, right into the tree.

I can't help thinking

if I had just kept my stupid mouth shut...

Hey, enough of that! You'd still be walking.

And when did I ever need you

to goad me into taking a jump, huh?

I saw that thing coming for a country mile.

Damn it, Bobby! Can you just remember how it happened!

Why? Because I'm sorry, all right?

Can't I ever just tell you that I'm sorry?

I mean, what are you trying to protect me from anyway?

Well, maybe I'm just protecting myself.

You're my favorite cousin, Brandon.

I lost enough friends after the accident.

I just don't want to lay all this stuff on you and lose you.

I wish you would've laid some of it on me.

I'm here for you, Bobby. I can handle it.

Well, I guess however you want to remember that day

isn't going to change things one bit.

But at least we won't have to go around pretending

everything's perfect, will we?

It's not, believe me.

You know, Brandon...

maybe coming out here was a big mistake.

I want to do everything, you know?

I don't want to have limitations.

But it's nights like this that make me think

I'm just fooling myself.

So, get some sleep, buddy.

Things always look better in the morning.

Boy, you still are a Walsh.

Through and through.

Just remember one thing...

I love you man. I really do.

Me, too, Brandon. Me, too.

(doorbell rings)

Hi.

Hi.

Can we talk?

Sure.

If you can reach me the juicer,

I'll squeeze you some orange juice.

That was pretty unfair of you last night.

I don't know.

The way I see it,

somebody's going to be unfair eventually.

How do you know?

Experience.

It's taught me some pretty brutal lessons.

We were having fun together.

I like you.

As a friend, right?

Of course as a friend.

What's wrong with that?

Because I've got enough "friends."

Why are you putting all of these expectations on me?

I've only known you for two days.

What am I supposed to do? Throw myself at you?

No.

Then why don't you just lighten up?

I mean it sounds to me like any girl who likes you

has to make a life long commitment to you.

And I'm sorry, but I'm not ready to do that.

Not after our first date.

I know.

But somewhere along the line,

you must have asked yourself...

I mean,

if you could, you know...

see yourself with somebody in a wheelchair.

Yes, as a matter of fact I did give that some thought.

And what did you come up with?

That it wasn't something

I could figure out in my head

like I usually try to do.

And that's why what you did last night,

not even giving me the benefit of the doubt,

made me so mad.

Why?

Because I wasn't thinking about all that stuff.

I guess I was just being lead by the heart.

Are you going to reach that

orange juice squeezer for me?

Where'd you learn to cook, anyway?

Hi. Good morning.

Were you guys standing at the door?

No, we just got here, we swear.

So, Bobby...

where's the coffee, pal?

I'll make it.

Good morning.

Good morning. Good morning.

Well, Kelly, what on earth...?

Well, I'm stunned.

Will wonders never cease.

JIM: Well, all I know is,

Bobby, if you're planning to make breakfast every morning,

you're gonna be a welcome addition to this house.

What are you talking about?

Well, you know, if you decide to go to UCLA.

Oh, Uncle Jim...

no offense, but if I do go to UCLA,

I'm not going to be staying here.

Uh...I'm going to live in a dorm

or you know, live in my own apartment.

That's one of the main reasons why I wanted to transfer

out here is to get out on my own.

Yeah, seriously, Dad. Who'd want to live here, anyway?

You, I hope.

So, Bobby...

you've got almost the entire day free until your plane takes off.

Anything you wanna do, we'll do.

How about you, Brenda? You up for anything?

Sure, whatever we have time for.

I got a great idea.

Come on, Brenda, you gotta break the ice sometime.

I mean, if I can drive, you can drive.

Look, I know.

It's not as if I'm afraid or anything,

I just haven't gotten around to it.

CINDY: Bye, Bobby. Give us a call when you get in.

Have a nice flight!

Be sure to write.

Here.

Thanks.

Give me a call when you get into town.

Definitely.

I'm going to need a friend out here.

You've got one.

All right, Bren, let's go. What are we waiting for?

Everybody buckled?

(engine starts)

Here we go.

Oh, I hate reverse.

(car honking)

BRANDON: Brenda, keep your eyes on the road.

I saw him! I saw him!

Oops, the curb.

Sorry.

Drive safely!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

(indistinct shouting)