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Andrea!

(crowd chattering)

(indistinct chattering)

Andrea?

Brandon, why is everybody staring at me?

I mean, what's... what's wrong?

Didn't you forget something?

No. I...

Oh, my God!

I forgot my clothes!

(school bell ringing, laughter)

(alarm clock ringing)

(indistinct chattering)

EMILY: Yeah.

BRANDON: Okay. All right.

EMILY: Remember that.

I'll think about it.

Oh. Excuse me.

Andrea, you know how you said

I should enter the Times High School Journalism Competition?

Yeah.

Did you win?

No. I didn't enter.

Why not?

Well, I started thinking about that food service exposé

that you wrote.

Oh. "The Underbelly of Cafeteria Cuisine"?

Yeah.

You going undercover was... inspirational.

Oh. And who would have thought

I'd look so good in a hairnet, huh?

(laughs)

It doesn't matter, though.

I don't enter those contests.

Well, not until now.

What do you mean?

I mean, I sent your article in for you.

Are you trying to get me kicked out of school?

Well, I just think you deserve a little credit.

Brandon, do you realize that I can be expelled if somebody finds out

I live outside of the district?

Whoa, whoa, Andrea, give-give me some credit here, okay?

I used your grandmother's address.

Besides, if they didn't call you by now,

it's probably a pretty safe bet you didn't win anyway,

so, you know, it's a dead issue, okay?

You happy, huh?

So you, uh...

You really liked my article, huh?

Yeah, it was okay. Oh!

So, can I get you anything else?

Another soda, something to eat maybe?

No, thanks. I'm just waiting for somebody.

Okay. Brand, can I get some change?

Yeah, sure, Chief.

I think I got it right here.

There you go, pal.

Feed that jukebox.

Hey, I'm singing your song, babe.

(laughs)

Excuse me. Are-are you sure there's no messages?

My darlin', nobody has called

asking for a beautiful lady named Christine,

and that nobody ought to have his head examined.

(laughs)

Well, I'm gonna give him one more song, and that's it.

Yeah.

Are you buying or just window-shopping?

Well, be my guest. After you.

How gallant of you.

Thank you, sir.

(coins clinking)

(rockabilly song plays)

Ace pick.

Well, then we must be on the same wavelength.

I haven't seen you around here before.

I would have remembered. Believe me.

What's your name?

Christine. I'm...

You're Steve. I know.

Well, I heard your friends talking.

♪ Come on, baby... ♪

Oh. Well, uh, you go to Beverly Hills High?

No, I go to North Culver.

How about you?

West Beverly.

Oh, that's where all the cool people go.

Well, hey, if you've got it, flaunt it, right?

Yeah.

Oh, what's the matter?

Well, my ride didn't show up,

and I don't know how I'm going to get home.

Oh, that's easy enough. I can give you a ride.

You can? Absolutely.

That takes care of that crisis.

Anything else?

Yes. I'm starving.

Why don't I buy you something to eat

to thank you for the ride?

You want to pay for me?

Yeah.

Well, that's a switch.

Oh, no. You know what?

Maybe I better give you a rain check.

It's getting kind of late for me.

What's the rush?

I'm addicted to reruns of The Hartley House.

I never miss it.

Me, neither.

(laughs)

(upbeat, instrumental theme music plays on TV)

I can't believe Samantha Sanders is your mother.

She was, like, America's favorite mom.

I'm sorry she's out of town.

Well, I'm not.

Well, I just meant I would have liked to have met her.

Well, you still may get a chance.

You know, she's got really good taste.

She decorates your house really nice.

Christine,

do you really want to talk about my mom?

I guess I'm a little nervous.

You're so pretty.

Steve...

you know, I don't usually do this

with somebody I just met, but...

But what?

Somehow I feel like I know you already.

Brandon, I need to talk to you for a sec.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. There you are.

Andrea, congratulations are in order.

Thank you.

I'm sure I speak on behalf of the entire faculty and staff

when I say we're all just thrilled

that you've won the Times competition.

Hey, that's great! Congratulations! Yeah.

Now, the District Public Relations Office

will send their Mr. Kramer over to your house this afternoon.

My house?

Well, they need some background info

for a profile on you for the newsletter.

Ms. Teasley, really,

you don't need to make such a big fuss about this.

Don't be so modest, Andrea, and don't worry about it.

It's just a little front page puff piece.

Mr. Kramer will take some photos,

talk to your parents, that's all.

You mean, her grandmother?

Of course, right.

Well, congratulations again.

(quiet gasp)

Are you all right, Chief?

I just...

Um, I can't breathe that well.

Don't worry about it.

It's just an interview.

You can handle it.

You don't understand.

He's gonna talk to my grandmother.

So?

So?! So, you don't know my grandmother.

Oy! How could I call you first

if you weren't even going to answer the phone?

I just went for some refreshments.

Maybe Brockton would like something.

Uh, it's Brandon. Brandon Walsh.

Uh, excuse me.

I didn't think it was Brandon Mendelbaum.

Grandma Rose, listen...

I bought, uh,

health food cookies-- oat bran.

No preservatives, no cholesterol.

Hmm. No refined sugar.

No taste.

But you can't have everything.

I need to talk to you for a minute.

(doorbell rings) Coming!

Want me to stall him?

No. Um, you better let me explain.

Explain what?

Grandma, my whole life may hang in the balance here.

You've got to listen to me. Could we open the door?

WOMAN: Rose? Yeah.

Are you all right, Rose? Yes, I'm fine.

Open the door. What's going on in there? Why...?

Andrea!

(laughs): Aunt Stella.

She's all grown up already.

I can't believe it.

And she's got such a nice little figure now!

Aunt Evelyn.

(laughs)

Oh. Let me see those nails, sweetheart.

Aunt Muriel.

Hi, darling. What a surprise.

What surprise?

We've been playing Kalooki every Thursday

since before you were born.

Aren't you going to introduce us to your boyfriend?

Rose, your granddaughter has such good taste.

(laughs)

Girls, this is Mr. Bramford Walsh.

His name is Brandon.

He's not my boyfriend.

Grandma, can I talk to you for a moment, please?

Certainly.

Excuse me a second.

Make yourself at home.

Someone's coming over any minute

to-to interview me and take some pictures.

Oh, that's wonderful.

For a job, darling?

No, this article I wrote-- it won a journalism award.

Oh, darling, that's so wonderful!

They're gonna give you a plaque or something?

I don't know, Grandma,

but when Mr. Kramer comes,

we have to give him the impression that I-I do

live here.

But you don't live here.

I know, but you remember when you said

that I could use your address for school,

that it would be okay?

And what did I say?

I said, as long as I wasn't involved.

Well, now you just have to be slightly involved.

Slightly involved?

There is no such thing.

That's like being a little bit pregnant.

Grandma, can't you just pretend there is?

Look, if I get expelled,

it could ruin everything that I've worked for.

(doorbell rings)

So, what? This person's here to question me?

No. I'm-I'm... He might not even

talk to you that much, but if he does,

I just want to make sure that we have our facts straight.

Our facts straight. You don't want our facts straight.

You want the made-up story straight.

No, I mean, like, if you know, he wants to know how long

I've been living here or anything.

(quietly): Andrea, darling,

I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna be.

(doorbell rings) If he comes here to interview you,

that's fine with me.

I'm gonna keep my mouth closed. I'll play Kalooki.

But if he asks me a direct question,

I'm sorry if you're gonna be expelled,

but I am not going to lie.

(clears throat)

Here you are.

Thanks.

You know, Andrea, you have very...

what shall I say...

"mature" taste.

Why? Because I like porcelain and silver?

Classics never go out of style.

So, you sleep

on this couch, huh?

Yes.

It's, uh, it's really comfortable.

Oh?

Does it fold out?

Yes. No.

It, uh, it depends on your definition of "fold."

Uh-huh.

Well, I won't keep you.

Oh, Mr. Kramer,

you know what you should put in your profile?

That Andrea is a pleasure to be around,

not, not like some kids.

In fact, on most days,

you wouldn't even think a teenager lived here.

Uh, Mr. Kramer, I'll, I'll walk you out.

It was nice meeting you.

Same here.

So long, ladies.

Grandma, don't you want what's best for me?

Not if it means schlepping on a bus for hours

breathing exhaust fumes for the privilege of...

of cavorting with rich kids.

I can't believe I have to defend myself to you.

Aren't you

on my side?

Against who?

Your conscience?

Grandma, I don't like lying either,

but sometimes the ends justify the means.

This is one of those times.

Maybe to you it is.

When you were my age, you assumed a different identity.

Oh, my sweetheart,

when I was your age, it was a matter of survival.

It was a question of-of life and death.

I was trying to avoid a gas chamber,

not trying to sneak into some school district.

What you're suggesting is-is insignificant in comparison,

and don't you ever say otherwise.

I'm sorry.

You may think it's insignificant,

but it's my life.

(rock and roll song plays)

CHRISTINE: Three...

two... one... Ta-da!

It has been one week

to the very second since I first met you.

Oh, well, what'd you get me for our anniversary?

This...

♪ Come on, baby, take a chance ♪

♪ I will show you true romance ♪

That girl gets on my nerves.

She's got no class.

Steve can do better than that.

So why don't you go tell him?

Very funny.

You'll get your surprise Saturday.

Oh, no, not this Saturday.

Why, you have plans?

Well, it's a date I made a few weeks back.

Oh, well, I... I guess I'll have to find someone else

to go to the Fox Theater with me...

REM! Oh, my God!

You got REM tickets?

House seats. Oh!

Mmm, I just changed my plans.

I can't believe you!

Oh, my gosh!

Happy anniversary. Oh.

Mmm.

Ugh. I'm outta here.

♪ La, la, la, la... ♪

So, my brother, are you down for this Saturday?

Dune Buggies R Us.

It's gonna be rocking. Outstanding!

It's kind of dangerous, isn't it?

No. Nah, only if you're weak.

Steve-o, are you coming with us or what?

I can't make it.

I'm going to see REM that night.

Ooh, with, uh, Christine?

Sounds a little continuous.

Sounds kind of nauseating, if you ask me.

STEVE: Oh, do you have

some objections?

Hey, it's not my place to criticize.

Never stopped you before.

Steve, I think we should talk about this in private.

Oh, God, will you look at the time?

Don't we have a bungee... Nah. No.

No, no, no. Stay right here.

I want you to hear how Kelly disses my new girlfriend

and pretends it's for my own good.

Come on, Kel, tell me everything

that's wrong with Christine.

Look, all I'm gonna say is, you get what you pay for.

Where does she get off?

It's amazing how a little competition stirs the pangs

of jealousy in a woman.

No, no, no, she's not jealous.

She's just a snob!

She thinks that anyone who can't afford to shop

on Rodeo Drive is a lower life-form.

It's not like Christine lives in the Valley

or anything.

No offense.

Look, I didn't mean it like that, Andrea.

Uh, Andrea,

I was just passing by the Vice Principal's office

and Mrs. Teasley wanted to talk to you.

(sighs)

"And since I have grave doubts as to whether Miss Zuckerman

"actually lives with her grandmother,

"I cannot in good conscience

complete the profile as assigned."

Signed, Cliff Kramer.

Are you all right, Andrea?

Um, yeah, I'm fine.

Fine, thank you.

So...

I have no choice but to initiate a formal inquiry.

An investigator will contact your grandmother

to make a house visit.

Well, I know in your case, I don't need to worry,

because you really do live at that address,

in Beverly Hills, with your grandmother.

Don't you?

Mm-hmm.

So, what'd your grandmother say?

She's, um, she's letting me move in this weekend.

I knew she wouldn't hang you out to dry.

Well, she said she'd rather I truly live with her

than pretend to, but, uh,

I don't know if I can do that.

Look, you've come this far. You gotta hang in there.

Andrea, I feel like an idiot.

Brandon, you had no idea this was gonna happen.

I brought it on myself.

I just wish there was something I could do.

Well, you could, um, help me move on Saturday.

You got it.

Oh, wait, this Saturday I gotta go dune-buggying with Dylan.

I can come home early though, if you want.

Maybe I should go with you.

I might break my neck

and then I wouldn't have to deal with this anymore.

Hey, hey, hey, come on. Don't talk like that.

It's gonna be okay.

Thanks.

Sanders!

Why don't you have to wait in line?

Clean living, Dave.

You know, these sheets are 20% polyester.

You don't ever have to iron them.

Thank you.

You have a robe?

No, I, I don't wear a robe, Grandma.

I think a robe is nice, don't you?

(clears throat)

Brian didn't want to come over?

No, Brandon, Grandma.

He, uh, he got delayed in Zuma Beach.

So I just took the bus.

And your parents didn't drive you?

No.

Grandma, I'm, um,

I'm sorry about the other night.

I don't...

I don't want you to think

that I was trying to make light

of anything that,

that you went through in the war.

I certainly hope not.

I hope I didn't bring up any, um, bad memories for you.

Look, I put the top on the bottom.

(both laugh)

(phone rings)

Hello?

Yes, yes, she's here.

It's for you.

Hello?

Mom, of course I'm all right.

I'm not getting involved.

Mom, that is between you and Grandma.

Mom, I'm gonna hang up now, Mom...

Mom, good-bye.

STEVE: Was that great or what?

Um, REM was awesome.

Except...

Except what? Well, I don't know,

I thought maybe you'd want to go backstage afterwards.

I couldn't get passes.

But couldn't you just tell them who you are?

The limo's gonna be here any minute.

Guys, could you believe that concert?

Wasn't it outrageous?

It was supernaturally...

Yeah, we get the gist, Dave.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You must be Christine. I'm David Silver.

I'm sure he's mentioned me.

Uh, Steve and I are close buds.

Don't push your luck, "bud."

Are those autographs on your program?

Uh, yeah, I just kinda snuck backstage.

How'd you get in?

Clean living, Steve-O.

(sighs)

So where is that stupid driver anyway?

Well, he probably went around back.

Yeah, well, we're never using this company again.

And don't give him a tip.

Here he is now.

STEVE: Hey, did you ever see the movie, No Way Out?

No. Ah, it was great.

Sean Young, Kevin Costner.

They get it on in a limo.

A limo just like this one.

Well, I'm sure they didn't have a stupid driver

like we've got.

Oh, come on. Forget about him.

The question is, did you have fun tonight?

Yeah, I did, until a few minutes ago.

You know I was thinking

maybe next week we could go to a jewelry store,

pick out a token of my affection.

Oh, Steve...

(sighs)

I think this whole limo thing got to me,

'cause... well...

it's just that you make me feel like Cinderella.

I mean you're so generous,

I'm just afraid it's all gonna disappear.

Well, it won't. Believe me.

You deserve it.

Now all we have to decide is:

Should it be jewelry for the hand?

The ear?

(chuckles)

The neck?

(growls) (giggles)

Oh, Steven, I love you.

I love you too.

Who would've thought it, huh?

I move ten miles closer to school,

and I actually get a late slip.

So, you slept in for once.

Who could sleep in with an insomniac grandmother

roaming around the place all night?

Well, it's always those first few nights in a new place

that's the hardest.

I mean I do speak from experience.

Yeah, he changes his address like a model changes her clothes.

Hey, Steve!

Yo, Steve, how was the limo, buddy?

Oh, the limo was, uh...

cinematic.

KELLY: Hi, guys.

Hey, goils. Pull up a chair.

So, we'll pick you guys up what, 6:30, 7:00 at Brenda's?

Yeah, have we decided where we're going yet?

I haven't spoken to Christine yet.

BRENDA: Why don't we just decide later?

Is this a double date?

How smooshy.

Don't start, Kel.

I'll see you guys later.

Bye. Hey, take it easy, man.

Am I the only one who can see what a phony Christine is?

Well, Steve seems to like her.

He likes anything in a skirt these days, Donna.

He didn't used to be that way.

Ah, the good old days.

Hey, Andrea,

everything's gonna be okay, trust me.

You just gotta look on the bright side.

What is the bright side, Brandon?

I mean, I miss my family.

I have no privacy,

and my grandmother is a walking time bomb.

What do you mean?

I mean, there's no way to know

what she's gonna tell the investigator tomorrow.

Andrea, let me ask you a question.

Is this school really worth all the hassle?

You people have no idea how good you have it, do you?

You think every place is like this.

Do you realize that the school I'm supposed to go to

doesn't have enough funds to even put out a real paper?

I guess I didn't think about it.

Why should you?

Why should any of you?

You buy new clothes every weekend.

You have CD players in your cars.

You have no idea...

I'm sorry.

Andrea, why are you so upset?

I'm upset because the investigator

is gonna come tomorrow,

and it still looks like I'm an overnight guest.

I mean, there's no way she's gonna believe

I live there with all that grandma stuff around.

Andrea, we can fix that.

My middle name is makeover, huh?

♪ ♪

Oh, you guys, I can't believe how great this place looks.

Well what do you think, Grandma Rose?

How do you like your new dormitory?

I, I think it looks great.

Finishing touch, a family photo.

Is that your mom?

She's really pretty.

That's not a very good picture.

Well, I think she looks beautiful.

Grandma Rose, you're always making fun of your cooking.

This is great.

You like it? Yeah.

It's Evelyn's recipe.

She can't play Kalooki to save her life,

but she cooks like the white tornado.

I remember when you used to come to our house

on the holidays and cook for us.

I wish you'd come over

more often, Grandma.

I don't want to talk about it, okay?

You know, I've never seen Steve so...

Happy?

Yeah.

I mean, ever since we've known him

he's either been hung up on Kelly or chasing bimbos.

And now I see how attentive he is

when he really cares about a girl and he's so...

sweet and protective.

Yeah, well, uh...

just don't get any ideas, okay?

'Cause you're taken.

Oh, God, I'm starving. How much longer?

Oh, I'd say 45 minutes.

45 minutes?

Well, all right, look, look, look,

you ladies dangle somewhere, and me and Steve, we'll, uh...

we'll whip up some hors d'oeuvres.

We will?

Yeah. Yeah, we will.

Good. I always prefer to be waited on.

I've noticed that about you.

Well, I thought we were going out tonight,

not doing all the drudge work ourselves.

I mean, I could do that at home.

You know personally, I prefer staying at home.

I mean it's so expensive to go out,

and normally the food's not even that great.

Unless you know where to go, like Steve does.

And then you don't have to do the dishes.

STEVE: Oh, baby, I'll do the dishes.

CHRISTINE: Good.

Hey, let's go look at your clothes!

Oh, this belt is radical.

This must've set you back a few big ones.

Actually, I, uh, stole it from my brother.

Hey, you know, we should go shopping together sometime.

Oh, I'm having a slight recession in my checkbook.

Actually, I'm waiting for the big sales.

Oh, God, I hate the sales.

They're so crowded and smelly.

Yeah, but you can buy twice as much.

Unless of course you don't care about that,

because what, you're independently wealthy?

Well, I'm not.

Do you like my dress?

Actually, I was meaning to tell you earlier.

I think it's really fabulous.

Steve bought it for me.

Oh, that was nice of him. Mm-hmm.

And what is this I hear about a jewelry store?

Oh, diamond earrings.

I've been dreaming about them constantly.

Diamonds?

Well, small ones. I mean, not a whole carat or anything.

But you know what would really make my whole year?

Spring break in Hawaii.

Um, Christine...

you know you really haven't known Steve that long.

You know who Steve reminds me of?

Richard Gere in the movie Pretty Woman.

And you're Julia Roberts, right?

Why not?

Because she was a prostitute.

Yeah, but she looked great, don't you think?

Christine, Steve is my friend.

And I don't really appreciate the way that you're treating him.

Well, I don't hear him complaining.

You're using him.

We're using each other.

Excuse me, ladies. Your crudités awaits.

I've lost my appetite.

So have I.

Come on, Steve. Let's go.

Way to go, Bren.

Steve, if you're smart, you'll let that one just go.

Some friend you are.

The first girl to mean anything to me in over a year

and you go and blow her off.

I am your friend.

Well, then you better get used to her,

'cause I'm gonna see a lot more of her for a long time.

Did Kelly put you up to this?

Steve, look, I was just looking out for you.

I mean she admitted to me that she was using you.

Thanks, Brenda, but I can take care of myself.

Yeah, let me say hi to Mom.

Okay, I love you, too.

Hi, Mom.

I'm fine. How are you?

Yeah?

Really?

No... what?

(vacuum starts)

Mom, I'm sorry. I can't hear you.

What? Can you say that again?

Oh, no, just the usual, you know...

Mom, I'm sorry... can you...?

Mom, I'm gonna have to call you back later.

I can't hear anything.

Okay, bye-bye.

Grandma, can you please stop vacuuming? Grandma!

Grandma! Please, stop vacuuming!

Your girlfriends-- they stirred up all this dust, uh,

moving the furniture.

Grandma, this is not about dust.

This is about you and my parents.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Grandma, look, I know that you hate my mother,

but why are you taking it out on me?

You've never done that before.

Andrea, I do not hate your mother.

You haven't spoken to her in three years.

Yeah, and why should I speak to a person like that? Huh?

She's not a horrible person, even if she's not Jewish.

This has nothing to do with Jewish or not Jewish.

Your mother has absolutely no respect for me, none.

How can you say that?

When I broke my leg,

did she ever just once pick up a phone, maybe?

Not once!

Grandma, I can't defend my parents.

I don't know what really happened.

It's water under the bridge.

No, that's the trouble. It's not.

I don't want to be in the middle of this anymore.

Fine with me.

(sighs)

What are you doing?

You redecorating again?

No. I'm packing.

I'm tired of living this charade.

I'm just gonna...

just gonna bring my bag to school

and I'll come back later for the rest of my things, okay?

But Andrea, your, your, your investigator

is coming today at 3:00.

I know.

So, so what do you want me to tell her?

Grandma, tell her the truth.

Tell her I'm a liar. Tell her it didn't work out.

Tell her whatever you want.

Then maybe everybody's conscience can be clear

and maybe I can have my grandma back.

Andrea...

Andrea, come back!

(door closes)

(sobbing)

Hey, Chief. How's it going?

"I regret to inform you that I will be resigning as editor,

effective immediately"?

What happened?

Nothing.

I just thought I'd make preparations now

so that I don't have to leave in disgrace or chaos.

Andrea, come on. You are so fatalistic.

But what about your grandma?

I mean, you haven't even given it a decent chance yet.

Brandon,

there are forces working within my grandmother

that began decades ago on another continent.

Might as well have been another planet, as far as I'm concerned.

What are you talking about?

Did she throw you out?

No.

I threw myself out.

Well, I don't know if it'll work, but...

do you want me to ask my parents

if you could come live with us?

You'd do that for me?

You're great...

But, uh, that's not the answer either.

Well, we could just try it out.

Way too much responsibility for your folks, Brandon.

I mean, they would have to become my guardians.

No, I am just gonna have

to look at this like a challenge.

(laughs)

You know, the funny thing is I was really starting to feel

like I was, uh, I was part of the gang, you know.

I mean, your frien...

Our friends.

They don't look at me like a geek

who lives on the wrong side of the tracks.

And I, I know that there's more to them than, uh,

their spiffy clothes and their fancy cars.

I guess that's something that, uh, we never would have learned

if I hadn't come here.

And that's worth something, isn't it?

(door opens)

Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt.

BRANDON: What is it, partner?

Can I talk to you outside for a second?

Brandon.

I couldn't tell this to just anyone, so...

What is it?

Brenda tell you about last night?

No, she didn't. I got home too late.

Brenda and Christine didn't exactly hit it off last night,

so I let Brenda have it for that.

But then afterwards,

I couldn't stop thinking about it

and I started to see Christine in a new light.

What do you mean?

It's like she's... she's obsessed with money.

Well, that's not so unusual in L.A.

(sighs)

You really fell for this one, didn't you?

Yeah...

yeah, I did.

I guess I missed having a steady thing

more than I admitted.

(sighs) Let's face it: look at my track record.

It's lousy in the pickup department.

I want someone who likes me for who I am,

someone who will be there even if I have nothing in the bank.

And you don't think she will?

I'm gonna have to find out.

STEVE: Uh, I already picked something out.

Oh, and I get to guess what it is, right?

Well, if you want, but I hope you like it

'cause I already paid for it.

Well, why shouldn't I like it if you picked it out for me?

Go ahead. Guess.

Okay, I will. Okay.

Well, it's not the engagement rings.

Not yet anyway. (both chuckle)

And it's not the sapphire necklace,

although I wouldn't mind that either.

Oh, I wouldn't mind the pearls,

but that's not it.

The earrings right there.

Uh, no, that's not it.

Well, don't keep me in suspense.

What is it?

This is it.

This is from me to you.

(laughs quietly)

That's it?

Don't you like it?

Well, it's nice, but it's not that special.

Silly of me.

I thought maybe because it came from me,

it would be special to you.

But that's okay.

If you don't want it, maybe someone else will.

Steve, wait, please, don't get mad.

I mean, let me see it again.

I didn't get a good enough look.

Forget it. I don't want to give it to you anymore.

But I was just being honest.

I know, like the way you were honest

that first day in the Peach Pit

about not knowing who my mom was,

right?

How did you know that?

I didn't until right now.

Good-bye, Christine.

Have a nice life.

Steve, what'll it be, pal?

Whatever. Make it a double.

So, how'd your little talk go with Christine?

Oh, that good, huh?

Can you get off work a couple hours early?

I'm only in for a couple hours.

I got to help Andrea move back home.

Oh. Yeah.

Splitsville.

Bummer.

(sighs)

So are you going to buy

or are you just window-shopping?

You go ahead.

(slow instrumental plays)

(exhales)

That's a pretty sad song.

Yeah, whenever I feel bad,

I kind of like to wallow in it for a little while.

What's the matter, Steve?

I broke up with Christine.

Andrea, are you busy tonight?

Yeah.

Do you like me?

Yeah, sure I do.

Why?

Why do you like me?

'Cause... underneath that sometimes rude exterior...

...lies a little boy who likes to have fun.

And you're kind of cute.

I am rude. I know that.

I got to work on that.

Sometimes I lie awake at night remembering

all the stupid cracks I said to people,

wondering why they even talk to me at all.

Andrea, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings the other day.

Well, try not to, uh...

...make so much fun about the Valley, okay?

You can't go back there.

We need you here, Andrea.

You're our inspiration.

(scoffs) Right.

Andrea, how many girls are there

you can enjoy looking at and also look up to?

Thank you.

(sighs)

So you think I'm cute, huh?

You never told me that before.

You never asked.

Well, in that case...

you think I'm sexy?

Hey, hey, hey, what's going on over here?

I've been trying to make this girl smile for hours--

no, days.

You come in here and manage it in five minutes?

What, do you think you're the only one that can be tight

with the illustrious Andrea Zuckerman?

Yeah, I have a lot of friends, Brandon.

So don't leave them.

GRANDMA: Oh, she's here.

Andrea.

Hi, I'm Pat Roberts.

I'm glad we could get to meet in person.

I feel I know you already

from reading your editorials in the newspaper.

They're outstanding.

Thank you.

Well, good-bye, Mrs. Zuckerman.

I'll see you in three weeks.

Bye-bye, it was my pleasure.

What's in three weeks?

A follow-up visit.

And your report will be...

Favorable.

But, Andrea,

be sure to stay on this side of the hill, okay?

Ah, come on, you're gonna ruin my makeup.

You're not wearing any makeup.

So? Maybe I'm gonna want to wear some later.

Grandma, what made you lie for me?

You were right, Andrea.

You shouldn't be in the middle.

You work so hard.

And soon you'll,

you'll be gone away to college, married...

Can you stand it?

What?

Living with me for real?

Believe me, darling: I've been through worse.

You know what? I could use the company.

Well, there is, uh, one thing that we have to work out.

What?

My parents.

What are you doing?

You want me to live here

with you, Grandma,

we have to sit down and talk, all together.

Tonight.

Mom?

There's, um, somebody here who wants to talk to you.

Hello, Beverly.

Yeah.

Well, I'm fine.

I got a little arthritis,

couple of aches and pains here and there,

but otherwise, I'm okay.

And you?

('50s rock music playing)

Ta-da!

And I baked this with

my own little hands. Ooh.

Yeah, right, Nat.

I work here, remember?

(chuckles)

Sit down, pal.

"Good Luck"? What?

Well, when we made it, we didn't know

whether you were coming or going or staying or what, so...

Well, I knew. I had no doubt about it.

Hmm. Me either. It's unanimous.

You guys, thank you for being there for me.

It's great.

(Andrea chuckles)

What, you thought we wouldn't be?

I don't know.

I figured that, you know, I would be gone,

and you guys would just move on.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Nah. Nah, that's...

No way. (chuckles)

That would never happen with someone as special as you.

Oh.

You know, Kelly, your interior decorating

made a world of difference.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

DYLAN: Oh, stop it.

(all aahing)

(all chattering)

How you doing?

I sure am sorry I didn't listen to you, Kel.

Me, too.

I want to give you something.

What?

Give me your hand.

Thanks, but... no, thanks.

Go on. Just take it.

Steve, it's beautiful, but I-I don't want something

you bought for another girl.

You look like you could use some distraction.

How about a movie?

With you?

Now?

Dutch, of course.

A romantic comedy to cheer you up.

Action adventure?

Mystery.

You got it.

Uh, who would like a piece of cake?

Uh, we... Yeah, we'll just...

No, I think not.

I think I need a plate.

You can have the rose. Who wants the rose?

Three roses. Who wants the yellow rose cake?

The yellow rose cake.

Well, a smaller piece.