Original subtitles

(theme music playing)

♪ ♪

Hey, Andrea. Hi, Brandon.

What happened, your pumpkin have a litter or something?

No, this is for the kids' party at the Valley Youth Center.

This way, each one has a little something to bring home.

Oh, isn't that sweet.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You love kids, too.

Guilty.

(high-pitched voice): Oh, how sweet...

Oh!

Oh... oh, no.

♪ Smoke and lights and MTV ♪

(knocking) ♪ I hope the whole damn world starts watching me ♪

♪ I need attention, something's wrong with me ♪

♪ I'm killing time... ♪

What's up, Scott?

Why aren't you outside blowing up pumpkins, or something?

I had this stupid detention thing.

What are you doing?

They're paying me to make dance tapes

for the Halloween party going on at the old Brownstone Mansion.

Who's paying you?

A couple of guys from West Beverly

and Beverly High, they just got together on it.

I'm gonna go to the corner.

You crazy?

There's not going to be an egg fight this year.

That's what the homeowners' association

wants you to believe.

But Lockhart's gonna be there, and Carlson, and Wong, and...

And the place is gonna be crawling with cops.

Great.

I love danger.

That's right, you're a real action figure.

You don't kill a tradition

just cause a few cops are gonna be patrolling.

You should come.

It'll be outrageous.

Nah.

I think I'm gonna go to the party.

Half the girls in town are gonna be there,

dancing to my tapes.

Well, if you change your mind, you know where I'll be.

Right.

I'll see ya. Yeah.

♪ Hey! Just another day same old thing... ♪

Well, you've sure captured the Halloween spirit.

Halloween? Bah, humbug.

That's Christmas.

And you can't fool me.

You're probably going to the big Halloween shindig.

Nope.

Why, are you?

No, I wasn't invited.

Yeah. You know, I hate parties.

You go there to socialize, end up standing around

in a bunch of smoke, and noise,

screaming at people that you like.

Then you want to leave, but you can't,

'cause you can't find the people you're supposed to drive home.

And I don't drink, and I dance like a white guy.

But if you want to go, maybe...

After that buildup.

I wouldn't dare.

Well, trick or treat.

Trick or treat.

BRENDA: I don't know, back in Minnesota

we used to make our own costumes.

I can't really picture myself going to Hollywood Costumes

and renting something for this party

that Joan Collins or somebody else already sweated in.

I'm pretty sure they clean them.

Anyway, I'm renting.

So, what's Brandon going as?

He's staying home.

He does the same thing every year.

He dresses up as Dracula

and tries to scare the trick-or-treaters.

And does he scare them?

Donna, picture Brandon Walsh in a cape

with big fake plastic teeth.

Scared?

No. No.

Girls. Hey, Kel-ly.

So, what time are Andrew and T.D. picking us up tonight?

They just blew us off.

Oh, no.

Uh-huh.

They're going to some bash in Malibu.

What can I say, they're jerks.

Great. The worst part is

two months ago, we rented Lucy and Ethel costumes

to go with their Ricky Ricardo and Fred Mertz costumes.

Now we're gonna look like fools.

Yeah, well I can't even get Dylan to agree on

any costume, much less a conga drum and sing "Babaloo".

So what?

You and Dylan already have

like the best relationship at West Beverly.

Kelly, that's not true and you know it.

I know.

But I've just been dumped.

Can't I wallow in my own misery?

Sure.

There's nothing like a good wallow.

Ah, mademoiselle Brenda, voulez-vous carvez

a pumpkin avec moi?

I may barf.

Kelly.

What time does Hollywood Costume close?

Oh, we'd better get a move on if we're gonna find something new.

Are you guys coming?

Yeah, I'm kind of curious to see all that old movie stuff.

Dylan, are you coming?

Brenda, why do I get the feeling

you're trying to talk me into a costume?

I have no idea.

Got it, Donna? Let's go.

Okay, I found it.

This is the one that you reserved.

So, did Lucille Ball actually wear this?

No, come on, Lucy never wore this,

This is what you call a Lucy-type outfit, okay?

Just like this is a Ricky-type outfit.

We got Lucy, Ricky, Fred, Ethel, we got Fred and Wilma.

All right, all right.

So, uh, Desi Arnaz never actually wore this, either?

No, Desi didn't wear this,

but if you're interested

Gabe Kaplan wore this exact suit...

Whoever.

Look the problem is that we don't have any

Fred and Ricky-type guys to go with the outfits.

So, is it okay if we just look around?

Yeah, just look around. Suit yourself.

Hey, that's funny, huh? Suit yourself?

STEVE: Here it is!

Yeah.

You know, I always thought

that behind that mask and that cape,

Zorro was just a rich kid from Beverly Hills.

Well, you know it.

Now let's find out who Dylan is.

Hey, I know who I am.

And I'm not the dress-up type.

Hmm? Dylan, please, just take a look.

Guys, I do not have to dress up to have fun, okay?

Come on, don't be a squeef.

There's practically nothing left.

Everything's been picked over.

Kelly, look at this.

We could wear outfits from The Wizard of Oz.

Yeah?

Munchkin number 47.

I don't think so.

Well, yeah, maybe not.

Don, hey, check this out.

Ooh, baby.

Yeah?

Uh, no, I, I really couldn't wear that.

Sure you could. You have a great body.

I just don't have what it takes to pull this off.

And you do.

See, the guys would just crack up if I wore this.

So, I'm gonna go find something fun.

Fine, I'll try it on.

Dylan, I got it.

You as Robin Hood.

Oh, come on, Bren, can you picture me in a pair of tights?

Oh, can I ever.

Actually, never mind.

Ta-da.

Kelly... Yeah?

don't you think it's a bit much?

Bren, I don't have a date for tonight.

If I'm going to this party stag, I want to make a splash.

Well, you're more likely to start a fire in that thing.

Brenda, come on, it's Halloween.

It's the one night of the year

when we get to dress up and act a little crazy.

Fine, I guess it's not all that Halloweeny?

No, but...

Hey, you guys, I've got it!

What?

Well, it's a surprise.

It's kind of stupid,

but I think it could win for funniest costume.

Whoa, man, this is righteous, check this thing out.

Look, look, look....

What is it?

Bonnie and Clyde, man.

So it is.

Yeah, I bet Warren Beatty even wore this thing.

It's not likely.

I saw that movie.

In the last scene he gets riddled with bullets.

Probably like a wardrobe back-up,

maybe it was from a test or something.

Yeah, well, whatever it is, it's mine now.

Hi, I'm Clyde Barrow, this is Miss Bonnie Parker.

And together we rob banks.

BRANDON: Uh, Mom.

(scoffs)

Don't you think the kids here are gonna be

a little... disappointed with raisins?

They'll get plenty of candy bars at everyone else's house.

I just want to give them something a little wholesome.

I mean, let the other people give 'em junk.

Right. You know what they say raisins are nature's candy.

I can't believe you said that.

You don't even like raisins.

(doorbell ringing)

First customer.

Okay, yes, the first victim to Dracula's castle.

Welcom...

Hey, Bugsy, what's the rumpus?

This is a stickup. Give me all your candy.

Ew, raisins?

Hey, Bonnie, Clyde's here!

Drift, small guy.

Drop dead, ape.

Nobody move or I will fill you full of lead.

Get together, you two.

I know a photo opportunity when I see one.

You look dangerous.

So do you.

I am.

My daughter, the career criminal.

Say "cheese".

(rock music playing)

(loud rock music playing)

Hey, not bad at all.

Thanks.

You look pretty good yourself, there, sweetheart.

Oh, well, thank you.

Don't put anybody's eye out with that sword.

I'll try not to.

Hey, did you guys see Kelly?

Did she come with you?

No. She had to make some last-minute alterations

in her costume.

Did you see it?

No. It's supposed to be a surprise.

Come on, Clyde.

DONNA: Guys?

Donna, yeah, your costume's really...

really...

Really long.

Yeah? Thanks. Oh, but can you help me? I'm...

I'm having a little trouble walking in this thing.

Just stay right there.

So, Donna, is this the real you?

You know....Okay. I don't really know, Bren.

I... Hi!

(whooping, whistling)

MAN: Check it out.

Oh, my God!

Kelly, what are you going as?

What? I think I look great.

Did your mom see you like this?

Brenda, lighten up.

It's just a costume. I'm a friendly witch.

Yeah, right, Kelly.

Glinda, the Good Witch of the East.

Do you want guys staring at you like that all night long?

What's wrong with that?

I want to make an impression.

You probably don't remember what it's like

having to meet guys, right?

Oh, and that's how you want to meet them?

Why? Doesn't it fit?

It fits fine.

But I'm warning you, you're looking for trouble.

Brenda, if you want to be Miss Goody-Goody all night, that's fine.

I don't. I've just been dumped, it's Halloween,

and if I feel like dressing up any way I want, I will.

I think I know how to take care of myself by now.

Fine.

Thank you.

Trick or treat.

(doorbell chimes)

Vellcommm! I am Count Dracula!

I vant to suck your blood.

And who are you supposed to be?

That's a Ninja Turtle, Mom.

Oh. And you?

That's Donatello.

The painter?

No, Mom. The Ninja Turtle.

Oh. Of course.

Well, happy Halloween!

You wanna trade?

(loud laughter, loud music)

You'd better be good

or I'll cast a spell on both of you.

Wow!

Kelly, you look...

Don't I?

What is it supposed to be?

Some kind of gownless evening strap?

It's a witch's costume.

Yeah, well, I thought

those witches wore those big things, like a cloak.

I'm sorry if you have a problem with it.

I have no problem with it,

It just leaves nothing up to the imagination.

Steve, with you and me, it's all imagination.

Wow, Kelly! You look great.

Thanks.

So, uh.... uh... you wanna... dance?

Maybe later.

Oh, okay, sure. I'll see you later.

(loud rock music playing)

♪ Now, I'm a believer... ♪

You like the music? I picked it out myself.

What do you mean?

It's sort of a cottage industry.

Why?

Do you wanna dance?

No.

So I guess a night of hot monkey love

is out of the question.

♪ I'm a believer ♪

♪ I'm a believer ♪

♪ I'm a believer... ♪

I don't know about this party.

I think I might...

I think I might be getting too old for Halloween.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Remember the old egg fights?

Oh, yeah.

Those were fun.

I had a blast.

I've got such great stories.

But that was all junior high school.

Yeah.

Later, Steve.

Hey, David.

What are you doing here?

Walking home.

I thought you were really gonna rule at that party.

Yeah, well, I got ruled out.

Well, you're in time for the egg fight.

Lockhart and Carlson aren't here yet,

but as soon as they come...

Scott, Lockhart and Carlson were at the party.

Oh. Quick! Duck!

Could be a cop car.

But we didn't do anything.

Not yet.

But I've got plenty of ammo.

Three dozen, grade A, extra large.

You know what you look like?

What?

Like that time when you got stuck in the doggie door.

You remember that?

How old were we?

Like eight or nine?

All I know is you told my dad,

"Just hold out a Milk-Bone and he'll squeeze through."

No, no, no. It wasn't a Milk-Bone.

It was a... a... a Liv-A-Snap.

That was it! Yeah.

A Liv-A-Snap. And you laughed so hard

that that's how you popped out.

God! That was classic.

(scary organ music playing)

(knocking on door)

Trick or treat!

Well, well, wellie, well, well.

Aren't you doing well for yourselves this evening?

Come on! Just fork it over!

Okay, fine.

All right, all right, all right.

Here you go. One for you, one for you, one for you,

one for you, and one for you.

Happy now?

Whoopdy-doo! Nature's candy.

Happy Halloween!

Boo! Boo!

(roaring)

Ah. Well....

Feeling a little foolish right now.

I thought you were charming.

Yeah. Well, thanks.

What are you doing here?

Baby-sitting my niece and nephew.

This is Lauren and Drew.

This is Brandon.

Trick or treat!

Well, I'm very pleased to meet the both of you.

Those sure are scary costumes you have on.

Emily made them.

She cut holes in a sheet.

Wow!

Wasn't that creative of her?

What can I say? I love kids.

They're twins, you know.

You know, now that you mention it,

I do see a striking resemblance.

You know what, guys?

I'm a twin, too.

Show us your teeth again!

(shouting)

(chanting): Candy! Candy!

Candy! Candy! Candy!

Brandon, is this

a trick, or are you going to give them a treat?

Ah, yeah, right.

Here you go, here you go.

Mom, Dad, uh, you remember Emily Valentine.

Oh, sure.

Hi, Emily.

Hi, Mrs. Walsh, Mr. Walsh.

Happy Halloween.

Hi.

This is Lauren and Drew.

She's baby-sitting.

(whispering): I have to go to the bathroom.

I thought we discussed doing that before you left the house.

I went before we left.

Mrs. Walsh, would you mind?

Oh, it's not a problem.

Come on, I'll take Drew.

You two can stay here and chat.

And Lauren, let's just try again, just in case.

But I don't have to go!

I know.

(laughing)

Those kids are hysterical.

But they can be a huge pain in the butt, too.

Especially when there's two of them.

You tell him, Emily.

Come on.

Twins are the greatest.

(laughs)

(howling)

(fast-paced dance music plays)

I don't think so.

Kel, I'm gonna go get a drink refill.

Do you want anything?

No thanks, Steve.

I'm mingling.

Kelly Taylor? Mm-hmm.

Michael Cetta.

My mom knows your mom?

That's nice.

Jennifer Cetta.

Well, actually, it's Jennifer Sharp.

She changed her name when they got divorced.

My folks, that is.

Well, obviously.

Actually, she knows your mom

from when your mom was modeling as the Farley Girl?

You look really, really good in that dress.

You want to go for a drive?

I have my Dad's Infiniti...

and a bottle of whiskey.

I'll tell you what, Michael Sharp.

Cetta. Right.

Why don't you take your bottle,

and go get Daddy's Infiniti started... Yeah?

...and drive up to the side of the house--

you know, where the driveway turns around?

Yeah, sure. Wait about ten minutes.

Yeah. And then

put the car in gear,

drive to Santa Monica Pier and keep on going.

See if that baby floats, okay?

Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, that was truly excellent.

No, I was just coming over to tell you

Dylan said that guy is the biggest sleaze bucket

of the Western World,

but I guess you already figured that one out.

Yes, well, he made that point pretty clear himself.

I guess you do know what you're doing.

Thanks for the credit.

So, any luck?

Well... the two guys over there, dressed as devils--

one of 'em is kind of cute,

but I think he has his girlfriend with him.

Oh.

The skin diver has lots of possibilities--

nice butt anyway--

but I'm thinking there must be a reason

why he hasn't taken his mask off yet.

Why take a chance? You know what I mean?

The Three Stooges aren't bad, either,

but they're acting way too goofy.

Oh, did you see the guy dressed as a, uh...

(clears throat): feminine hygiene product?

I'm not gonna say which one.

Just look over there.

Ew! Oh, my Lord! Hmm.

That's exactly how I felt.

Now there's something I could get used to.

Oh, the tall, handsome stranger.

Yes. Who rides into town on a dark horse.

Any idea who he is?

No, but I will.

You just watch. I will.

All done.

Did you wash up?

Yes. Yes.

Okay.

I say it's about time we get out of your hair, huh?

So, where're you going?

Trick-or-treating.

We don't actually dress like this every day.

You don't?

So... come with us?

Uh, you know I'd love to,

but I think I should stay here and hold down the fort.

(chuckles): Brandon, it's really okay.

I think we can handle it.

Well, I don't want to impose.

Are you sure? What do you say, guys?

You want Brandon to come with us?

Yes! Yes! Bring him with us! Yes! Yes!

Yes! Yes! Well, how can I say no to twins?

Come on.

Okay. Good nighty.

Good night.

(music playing, indistinct conversation)

Howdy, pardner.

Well, hey there, witchy woman.

Your horse outside?

Hitched him right up next to your broomstick.

Thirsty after the dusty trail?

Or does the horse drink first?

Suppose you and I have a cup of your witches' brew first,

and, uh, then we'll water my horse.

Where do you go to school?

West Beverly. Where do you go?

USC.

Really?

I bet at SC you're quite the cowboy.

I'll bet at West Beverly you're quite the little witch.

You better watch it, cowboy,

or I'll turn you back into an obnoxious frat boy.

Hee-hoo!

Feisty! I like that.

What, in a filly?

Say, how about I just throw you over my saddle

and we ride off into the sunset together?

I don't ride on a first date.

Well, now,

is this a date? Could be.

How soon can we have the second date?

That depends on how you play your cards.

I always play my cards right, darlin'.

I don't like to lose.

Wa-hoo! Feisty!

I like that.

(laughs)

EMILY: Where do all these kids come from?

What did they do, bus them in?

Yeah, as a matter of fact, they do.

Why?

Well, Halloween's a big deal in Beverly Hills.

People here put on quite a show.

Kids figure they'll get better candy.

It's a safe neighborhood.

I don't know, I'm not used to such a big production.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

You know what I miss?

What?

Well, back in Minnesota, at Halloween,

the streets are covered in leaves.

You know, all the beautiful fall colors.

You just kind of have to shuffle through 'em.

Up to your knees?

You know?

You got to remember, Brandon, I grew up in Cambridge.

But what I remember

is the sound they made when you walked through 'em.

Man, like a shuffle.

A crunch.

Or a shuffling crunch.

Or a crunchy shuffle.

Lauren, Drew, give me your hand.

It's time to cross the... street.

Lauren! Drew!

BRANDON: Lauren, Drew, hey, come on, guys,

let's go!

Calling all ghosts!

EMILY: Now, guys!

Lauren!

Drew?

Guys, right now!

Lauren! Drew!

Lauren!

Drew!

EMILY: I have no idea which way they went.

They were right behind us a minute ago...

Don't worry, we'll call this in right now,

and every car in the city will be looking for them.

Meanwhile, you search this area and check in with us

at regular intervals. Right, will do.

Don't worry, every Halloween we get a couple

of missing kid reports, and we haven't lost one yet.

What about that kid in Trousdale?

Roger.

Look, don't worry, we'll call your house

as soon as we have anything. Yeah. Thanks, Officer.

Hey, hey, hey, you heard the man--

don't panic.

What about that kid in Trousdale?

Lauren! Drew!

♪ Oh ♪

♪ I want to know ♪

♪ I gotta ♪

♪ Touch me ♪

♪ Come on, let me see your body rock ♪

Mm, hi.

♪ Let your body talk ♪

(gasps, groans)

♪ Let your body walk ♪

♪ Let your body talk ♪

Donna, can I ask you something?

Uh... uh-huh.

why do you always do stuff like this?

Like-like what? Like...like wearing that ridiculous dress

to the Spring Dance or dressing like a trout?

(gasps): You know I'm a mermaid.

And besides, I was just trying to win for best costume.

What'd you think, Halloween was a swim event?

No. I just thought it'd be fun.

You know, every now and then

it'd be okay if you were just yourself.

(scoffs): Yeah. Who'd want to see that?

I would-- and most other guys here.

I promise you.

(laughs softly)

I can't believe you're into David Letterman.

Why?

(laughing): I don't know.

You just don't seem like the type.

Well I like to stay up late.

I bet you do.

Did we meet in another life?

Yeah, we were ancient Egyptians.

Lauren! Drew!

Well, you know, they are ghosts.

Maybe they just turned invisible on us.

Brandon! Well, I'm just trying not to panic, all right?

I know... Hey, hey, we'll find them, okay?

I promise. Let's go.

Lauren!

SCOTT: It looks like the egg fight

is gonna start a little later.

DAVID: I don't know, Scott.

SCOTT: Can't you hang a little longer?

DAVID: Well, yeah. I can hang if you can hang.

SCOTT: Yeah, I can hang.

Mom? Mom!

Mom, did the cops call?

It's the twins...we had them. They're right here.

They're what? Well, look.

JIM: Take you back to my castle!

(laughing)

Well, they said that you told them if they got separated

from you they should go right back

to the last place they remember.

You got lost.

We were worried sick about you.

We'll never do it again.

I'm so incredibly happy to find you guys!

You can't imagine.

Were you scared?

No.

Oh, I let them start on their candy bars.

I hope that's okay.

They ate everything.

Well, except the raisins.

Mom, you've got a little chocolate there.

Yeah.

All right, all right. Next year we'll have candy bars.

(sighing): Scott?

Yeah?

What time is it?

11:00.

You're thinking the same thing I'm thinking, aren't you?

This egg fight just ain't gonna happen, is it?

Nope.

You know what?

The good old days are over.

Kids don't have fun the way we used to.

Times have changed. And not for the better.

You wanna egg a car?

Sure. What the hell. I mean for old times' sake.

Come on, let's go.

Scott! Scott, hold your fire! Hold your fire!

David, Scott, what's happening?

Uh, uh... yo, Brandon...

how's it hangin'?

What are you two doing hanging around like slugs?

Nothing? What a waste!

At least where I come from, we know how to have

a good egg fight on Halloween.

Uh, let's not encourage them, huh?

Beverly Hills kids, rich wimps.

Donna, what's the matter?

Oh, God.

(whispering)

Dylan, excuse us for a minute. Just keep on dancing.

It's all right, honey.

Donna, didn't it occur to you

that you just might have to go to the bathroom tonight?

I don't know, Bren, I, just...

I guess I just really thought the zipper would work.

Don't worry, Donna. Brenda's here, I'll help you out of it.

Oh, Bren, I really hate this costume.

Now I know why it was left over in the costume store.

(whimpering)

Let's go get something to eat.

Let's keep dancing.

The music stopped.

I didn't notice.

Come on.

Okay, I'll have a chicken wing.

No, have these quesadillas.

They're much better.

No, that's okay.

I'd really rather have a chicken wing.

The quesadillas are better.

Trust me.

Well, okay, I guess I'd better listen then.

Mm-hmm.

Mm, you know, these are actually pretty good.

You're damn right they are.

Oh, my. Hey. Sorry.

I wish there were some place where we could go

that wasn't so crowded.

Well, I know just the place where we can go.

Follow me, little lady.

Okay.

Wow, this place is really cool.

Mm-hmm.

I heard it used to belong to

some movie mogul way back when, but...

Hey, Bewitched,

I'm not a big one for architecture.

Tell me something about your history.

It's really not all that interesting.

It is to me.

Well, okay, um...

I was born here in Los Angeles,

lived in Beverly Hills all my life. Do you have a boyfriend?

No.

Not right now, but for a while I was...

Are you looking for one?

You know, I really don't want to think about

anything heavy or long-term like that tonight.

It's Halloween, you know?

A night of dress-up and make-believe, right?

In fact, they're probably

having the contest party right now.

So, we should...

You like to play make-believe?

Sure, everyone does.

Great.

Let's play make-believe.

Look, I don't want to be up here anymore.

I want to go back to the party.

Well, I don't think you do.

How do you know what I want?

By your actions.

I mean, if you didn't want to be up here,

why'd you come?

I wanted to be up here.

And now I don't, okay?

I thought we were going to play make-believe.

This isn't the kind of make-believe I had in mind.

Well, I'm looking at what you're wearing

and I'm thinking, this is exactly

the kind of make-believe you have in mind.

The answer is "no," okay?

Okay, okay.

Wait a minute.

I guess I'm...

I guess I'm being way too eager here.

Yes, you are.

I'm sorry.

Really. I didn't mean to lose my manners.

Well, you did.

Wow.

I must have scared you.

I think I scared myself.

Good, you deserve it.

Yeah.

You're right.

Look, can you forgive me?

Let's just forget about it, okay?

No, no, look, it'd mean a lot to me.

I respect you.

Okay, fine. You're forgiven.

Let's just go back to the party, okay?

Kiss and make up?

I don't think so.

I do.

Get... (crying)

Get off me! Stop it!

Cut the drama, prom queen,

I'm sure this is nothing you haven't done before.

Get off of me.

Get off of me!

You know, I don't even care about the stupid contest.

Ooh, Kelly, we're so sorry.

Um, why don't we... Yeah, we're sorry.

(crying): I'm so glad you...

Kelly, what's wrong?

She's kidding.

We're playing make-believe.

That's not true.

He threw me on the bed and he wouldn't let me up.

I tried to stop... Kelly, stop kidding.

They're going to believe you.

He locked the door, Brenda.

You bastard.

Dylan, come in here!

I need you!

You guys got this way, way out of proportion.

I mean, this is so funny.

What?

He tried to attack Kelly.

Hey, we were both into it,

and then suddenly she started lying.

You guys know what I mean, right?

How dare you lay a hand on her!

I love that girl.

Hey, Steve, it's all right, man.

Let's just take Dale Evans here and show him the trail.

(crying)

Come on.

Guys...

guys, you've got this all wrong.

I can live with that.

I mean,

when a girl dresses like a slut...

You really don't have a clue, do you, pal?

I'm such an idiot.

I thought I was being all sexy dressing like this, you know.

Look where it got me.

Kelly, I tried to tell you

that the dress was a little too much.

It wasn't the dress, though.

It was me.

And what I did.

Kelly, you said "no.”

He should've listened, period.

I should've listened to you.

You tried to warn me, you tried to tell me

what I was walking into.

Kelly, you said "no.”

I said "no" too late.

I might as well have been saying "yes," you know?

I was trying to act all cool and everything.

Talking sexy.

I was leading him on.

Well, then he should go take a cold shower.

Or whatever they do.

Can I say something?

I mean,

I know the last thing you need right now

is another guy telling you what to do or what to think.

Go ahead, please.

You're blaming yourself for leading that guy on.

But I want you to know, as a guy,

it doesn't matter how much of a magnet a girl turns on,

a guy always has a choice

of not making her do something she doesn't want to do.

I didn't make that choice very easy now, did I?

Yeah, you did.

You said "no.”

And after that, what happened isn't your fault.

I guess you're right.

The weird part is that before we came up here,

he seemed like such a nice guy, you know?

Kelly, it doesn't matter

if he's cute or smart or Prince Charming...

He was a rapist.

Donna, I don't think...

What the hell else can you call it?

Kelly, what would have happened if we hadn't come in here?

Well, they're safe and sound.

Yeah, probably in their little jammies

and fast asleep already.

Brandon, thank you so much.

I don't know what I would've done without you tonight.

Well, truth be known, if I didn't exist

you probably wouldn't have lost 'em in the first place.

True, but if you didn't exist and I did lose them,

how would I ever have found them at your house?

Well, I don't believe that.

If I didn't exist, there'd probably be someone else.

Maybe.

But not someone quite like you.

How can you know that?

How can we know anything?

Whoa, we're getting a little philosophical here.

Hey, you're the one questioning your very existence.

Well, to tell you the truth,

I never really gave it much thought

until I just happened to run into you tonight.

Brandon, you didn't just happen to run into me tonight.

At least not by accident.

I knew where you lived,

I knew that you'd be home tonight.

I came by on purpose.

Da-da...

You are weird.

But I like that.

I'm a very peculiar person.

Well, I'm a pretty peculiar person myself.

No...

you are frighteningly normal.

But I like that.

So, you want to go to the Halloween party?

We don't have any costumes.

No problem.

We'll just say we're another couple,

going as Brandon and Emily.

Hey, just think how impressed they'll be with our masks.

Well, I'm pretty impressed with your mask already.

Steve, I'll never forget what you did for me tonight.

Good.

'Cause I meant what I said.

I know you did.

Hey, where's the party?

Hey, it's been a long time

since I've heard my brother say "Where's the party?"

Well, it's been quite a long time

since I've had any reason to say it.

Yeah, well, you're just a little out of shape.

Stick around, champ.

Hey, we're gonna go to the Peach Pit and unwind.

Do you want to join us?

Uh, well...

how long's it been since we've been at the Peach Pit?

Minutes. At least.

Let's go.

Sure, see you there.

Oh, wait, you guys,

can we drop this mermaid thing off first?

No, let's keep the mermaid thing, I like it.

Mermaids are an endangered species.

Uh, can we, uh, stop by the bank first?

Absolutely.

Let's go, Clyde. Whoo-hoo!