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Mmm.

You know what I'd really like?

Let me guess.

What I really wish

is that I didn't have to go home so early.

So why don't you forget your curfew?

Oh, yeah, right.

"Mom, Dad, I'll be home whenever I feel like it."

I don't think so.

What about Baja?

What about Baja?

I'm going this weekend. You want to come with?

(chuckles)

They'd never let me go in a million years.

Which I don't understand,

because they let you come over here all the time.

I mean, what's the difference?

The difference is that I come home at night.

And when I'm tucked in my bed, I am still their little girl.

So tell them you'll be gone for 36 hours.

We'll leave Saturday morning, come back Sunday night.

Dylan...

Doesn't hurt to ask.

I mean, you never know, they might surprise you, say yes.

Maybe they will.

I've really got to get home.

Forget your curfew.

You're right.

As long as I'm close, they don't care.

Good.

Besides... I tiptoe.

Brenda?

Hi, Dad. Good night, Dad.

Wait, wait, wait just a minute.

Do you have any idea what time it is?

Yeah, I'm sorry. I lost track of the time.

That's what you said the last time.

What's the point

of a curfew if you're never gonna follow it?

Well, I was beginning to wonder that myself.

You know, we haven't talked about this

in quite some time, and frankly,

I thought things were under control.

But it's getting to the point around here

when you're spending altogether too much time with Dylan.

Dad, please, can we talk about this in the morning?

No, we'll talk about this right now.

(sighs)

Brenda, you're in high school.

On school nights, I expect you to be home

at a reasonable hour, getting your studies done

and getting a good night's rest.

Dad, you're treating me like a kid.

I'm 17 years old. My grades are fine.

What's the big deal?

The big deal is, when are you going to start

paying attention to the curfew around here?

You know, I don't ask that much of you, do I?

No.

So this won't be a problem, right?

I always do the right thing, don't I?

Yes, you do.

Good night.

Oh, look, our bridesmaid dresses are in a magazine.

That's nice, very quaint.

Kelly, your mom's getting married,

and you act like you don't even care.

That's very observant of you, Donna.

Hey, are you guys ready for this?

I got your mom and my dad the hottest wedding present ever.

Diamond earrings?

I don't get it.

Well, it's one for each of them.

It's sort of a love bond thing.

But, David, your dad doesn't even have his ear pierced.

He doesn't now, but he will.

That's the idea.

So what do you think?

I think if I hear one more thing about this wedding,

I'm going to scream.

Wow, what's her problem?

Maybe she's jealous.

So?

So?

What did your father say?

I just have to find the right time.

I'm leaving Saturday, Bren.

Maybe we should ask him together?

Oh, Dylan, I don't know.

Brenda...

Hello.

So about this weekend,

I was thinking we could rent, like,

nine million videos and...

Listen, Kelly, maybe we can do it another time.

Brenda, I don't think I can make it

through another weekend of listening to the bride and groom

trying to decide whether to serve chicken or fish.

I know. It's just that Dylan invited me

to go to Baja with him.

And Cindy and Jim are letting you go?

She hasn't asked them yet.

Oh, well,

in that case, what videos should we rent?

Kelly, they might say yes. You never know.

Yeah, right.

Anyway if they do, is it okay?

I mean, do you mind? Yeah, I mind.

I don't see why you'd want to go and spend

an incredibly cool and romantic weekend

with your boyfriend when you could stay here in town

and be miserable with me.

Thanks, Kel, I knew you'd understand.

(sighs)

When are we going to ask?

Just wait.

Hey, what's going on?

What's all the secrecy? Nothing.

Brenda, I was talking to Jackie on the phone today

and she said that Kelly's taking this thing very hard.

Well, Mom, you know Kelly.

I mean, she has a flair for melodrama,

but she'll be fine.

Well, just the same,

maybe while you're there this weekend,

you can do something to,

you know, snap her out of it.

Well, actually, I don't think I'm going to be spending

the weekend at Kelly's after all.

Oh, really? Why?

Dylan and I made other plans.

Oh? After you made a commitment to Kelly?

It wasn't a commitment.

We were just going to hang out together.

Well, what are the two of you planning instead?

Yes, do tell.

Uh, actually, I'm going surfing for the weekend in Baja...

And Dylan invited me to go.

I mean, isn't that great?

Baja?

As in Mexico?

Brandon, stay out of it.

It's just for a couple of days, sir.

Actually, it's only for a day and a half.

I mean, we're leaving Saturday morning,

and we'll be back Sunday night.

Brenda, are you asking me

if you can go to Mexico with Dylan for the weekend?

Because if you are, the answer is...

Dad, come on!

I mean, you let me go to Yosemite.

This is different.

That time, you were with your brother

and the rest of the gang.

Now you're talking about running off

to a foreign country with your boyfriend.

Dad, please.

Let me and Dad talk about it.

You're not actually considering this, are you?

Well, yes.

I mean, what are you so worried about?

Everything.

Jim, they're 17 years old.

That's what I'm worried about.

Where are they going to stay?

A motel, probably.

Ah. Wonderful.

Jim, would you listen to yourself.

You sound just like my father.

I always liked your father.

So, where exactly are you staying, Dylan?

Well, I always stay at the same place.

It's called La Boca Grande.

It's really clean.

It's really a family sort of, um, guest house.

You mean a motel.

Something like that.

Something like that?

You know, Dad.

There's absolutely nothing to worry about, sir.

I'll take good care of her.

I'm sure you will. Jim...

Mom, please.

It's only two days.

Actually, it's only a day and a half.

I want to call Dr. Pollack, make sure you don't need shots.

Dad, there are no shots.

Are there?

Oh, no, of course not.

Baja is just like California.

Only it's a little farther south.

JIM: And you have to promise me you'll be careful what you eat.

Absolutely. Definitely.

BRANDON: Wait a minute!

You guys are actually going to let her go?

Brandon.

Just remember one thing: if we treat you like an adult,

we expect you to behave like an adult.

I will. I promise.

Thank you, sir.

Yes!

I love you, Dad.

Thanks, Mom.

Now all I have to do is teach her how to surf.

DYLAN: Would you look at that.

The beach is closed again

because of bacteria in the bay.

This is really gross.

Looks like your first lesson is gonna have to wait, Bren.

Too bad.

Come on. Let's go get some breakfast.

I don't believe it.

Who is he?

DYLAN: The guy that taught me how to surf.

Jake.

Jake!

Dylan, hey.

How you doing, man? All right.

So I heard you were living up in Seattle or something?

Eugene. I've been back a year now.

What, you didn't call me?

I thought you fell off the face of the earth.

I tried, I tried; your number's been disconnected.

Yeah, I moved, a few times.

Hey, I hear your old man's

been doing a lot of reading lately.

DYLAN: Yeah. What goes around comes around, right?

So, are you a surfer?

Well, not quite.

Actually, today was going to be my first lesson.

No luck, funky beach.

Yeah. I saw the sign.

That last storm must've really flushed out the city.

Got to stop using that ocean for a toilet.

Go down south, Dylan.

No people, no garbage.

Actually, we're going to Baja this weekend.

Really? Well, that sounds great.

I'm Jake Hansen.

Brenda Walsh.

Dylan told me that you taught him how to surf.

How to surf.

How to ride a motorcycle.

How to pick up girls.

(clears throat) Well, fortunately,

he's unlearned a few of those lessons.

Yeah, I bet he has.

So where are you living these days, man?

Oh, it's just a little place off Melrose.

Nothing special. Yeah? You ought to stop by

the Pit some night; I'm there about every night for dinner.

Is that place still around?

BRENDA: Are you kidding?

Man, you have been out of touch.

(car horn honking)

So, young lovebirds, ¿que quieres comer?

Come again? It's Espanol, Bren.

Don't you think you ought to brush up

before your big Baja adventure?

Quiero un hamburger, por favor,

and hold the attitude, please.

¡Ooh, bueno!

I can't believe they're letting you go.

(Spanish accent): Yeah, and no thanks to you, Mr. Benedicto Arnoldo.

You guys are going to Mexico?

BRENDA: Yeah, this weekend. What do you want to take

your girlfriend with you to Mexico for anyway?

We could do a guy thing.

We could go down, hang out,

pick up some babes on the beach.

I've always wanted to go to Mexico, especially Baja.

In... fact,

you know what'd really be great?

If we all went-- you know, like Yosemite.

I mean, the food's not supposed cost much,

and if we're careful, there's no reason to get sick.

I hear the hotels are really cheap.

We could caravan. It would be fun.

It'd be like a real adventure, don't you think?

No.

BRENDA: Maybe next time.

Dylan and I are trying

to keep this trip, uh... romantic.

Sorry.

It's okay. Amore.

Just remember one thing, pal. Yeah?

(whispers): My sister snores.

Okay.

(rock music playing)

Excuse me... (fake chuckle)

what kind of invitation is this?

Mr. Steve Sanders.

No guest?

Dad and Jackie are trying to keep the numbers down.

Aw, just as well. Weddings are a great place to meet girls.

They're always so ripe, so... so...

misty-eyed. And way too old for you.

Well, at the very least, Kelly'll be there, right?

Yeah, if she survives till then.

Why? What's the matter?

Uh, she's still not too thrilled about the whole idea.

I wouldn't be, either, if I knew you were moving into my house.

My dad is moving in. I still haven't made up my mind.

Tell your dad to travel light.

Seems like Kelly's mom likes weddings

more than she does marriages.

Steve, Jackie's changed a lot.

Yeah, I hope so.

I don't know if my dad

could handle another divorce.

I don't know if I could, either.

(doorbell tinkles)

Yo, Nat.

You save me a piece of pie?

Jake!

Give me a grab! Oh...

I heard rumors you were back in the neighborhood.

Listen, I have a bill for you.

(laughs) I was afraid of that.

Glad you could make it, man.

Absolutely. Hi.

Hi. Why don't I introduce you to the gang.

All right. Okay, Andrea... (clears throat)

ANDREA: So...

what kind of work do you do, Jake?

Well, uh, let's see.

Well, I ran a big oil company for a while.

And I sold that.

Got into real estate development, built a couple

of big hotels off the Kona Coast.

Made a ton of cash.

But I met this incredibly beautiful girl

and blew it all in one big wild weekend, so here I am.

BRENDA: Oh, sure. Ha, ha.

(chuckles): Yeah.

So, what are you gonna do now?

I don't know. You got any ideas? My rent's due.

How are you at painting houses?

Better than Rembrandt.

Well, can you start right away?

Sure. Whose house?

My dad's fiancée. She's really desperate.

Yeah, sounds perfect.

Oh, uh, Dylan, we need to motor.

Oh, yeah, we got to get home and watch The Grapes of Wrath.

Otherwise you get stuck reading it.

It's a great movie. Great book.

See ya. Take it easy.

Bye, bro. Bye.

("The Star Spangled Banner" playing)

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Bren, what time is it? Wake up. Bren...

(groans) Bren, what time is it?

Oh, my god! It's 4:00 in the morning!

My dad's going to kill me. I can't believe you fell asleep!

Me? Wait a minute...

Oh, let's go!

Dylan, come on. We've gotta get out of here.

Bren, relax. Just tell him we fell asleep.

JIM: Brenda...?

Right, Dad. Good night. Sleep well.

Do you know what time it is?

Do you know how worried your mother and I were?

Dad, I'm sorry. I fell asleep.

Brenda, give me a break.

You think I make rules just so you can ignore them?

Dad, we were watching Grapes of Wrath on TV for school

and we fell asleep.

That's fine. But you have a curfew. Dad...

How do you expect me to treat you like an adult,

when you act like a child?

If I can't trust you

to toe the line when you're at home,

how can I trust you when you're on your own in Mexico?

Dad, please. I said I was sorry.

Brenda, it's not enough, not this time.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that you can forget about Mexico.

You just blew it.

MEL: I can't believe this.

My cousin Ruth is actually coming.

I thought you told me she was afraid to fly.

It says in the note that hypnosis cured her.

Imagine that.

So what does that bring us up to? 200 zillion?

Uh, well, assuming no one else accepts...

167.

So much for a well-funded retirement plan.

Well, if it helps, you can take one off the list.

Who?

Well...

my dad says if my mom goes, he won't go,

and my mom says if my dad comes, she won't come.

And so anyway, it's minus one.

I'm sorry, Donna.

This must be awfully hard on you.

Yeah, well, I'll get used to it.

It's just weird.

I mean with you guys planning a wedding

and my parents' marriage is falling apart.

Well, you never know, honey.

Your parents may work through this.

Spoken like a true expert.

Kelly.

Sorry.

Kelly, come back here.

What is her problem?

Give her some time, honey.

She'll come around.

BRENDA: You should have heard my father.

I mean, the last time I saw him like this

was when Brandon was 11 years old

and tried to ski off the roof.

So you'll go to Baja another time when your parents calm down.

Yeah, you can still spend the weekend at my house, right?

It's not like you're grounded or anything?

Or you could say you're staying at Kelly's,

and then go to Baja anyway.

What? DONNA: You heard me.

You mean lie?

Well... yeah.

She lies and I cover for her.

Would you?

I don't know, Bren. That sounds kind of risky.

What if your mom calls?

Well, I'll just make sure I'll call her first.

That way we can head her off.

Well, when she does call,

you say that Brenda's in the shower

and then you call Brenda down in Mexico at the motel

and Brenda'll call her right back.

Boy, you're better at this than I thought.

Well, my cousin used to do it all the time.

And it worked?

Like a charm.

I don't know.

Kelly, please.

You don't know how much this will mean to me.

JACKIE: Is everybody decent?

DONNA: Where's your dress?

JACKIE: Oh, it doesn't fit.

I gained a whole dress size in two weeks.

I'm going to look like Miss Piggy.

Oh, you'll be beautiful.

Thank you, Donna. A beautiful Miss Piggy.

Listen, Kelly... be a dear.

I promised the new handyman that I'd be home

this afternoon to give him a check.

You have to run home for me.

Mother... Kelly, please.

This guy is too good to lose.

And I'm stuck here for at least another hour.

Great. Okay. Fine.

This wedding is ruining my life.

Uh, will you girls please excuse us?

Kelly, I am really getting tired of your attitude.

You've been nothing but a pill

ever since Mel and I announced our engagement.

Now, I have tried to be understanding. I really have.

I even made your friends my bridesmaids.

I thought that would make you happy.

But all you can do is sulk.

I'm sorry. Okay? There, I apologize.

What more do you want from me?

Well, for starters, I'd like you to sound like you mean it.

(hammering)

Hi. Hi.

Who are you?

I'm Kelly. I live here.

I'm, uh... Jake Hansen.

You must be Jackie's sister.

Daughter.

One kid all grown up and a baby on the way.

Must be a second marriage, huh?

Fourth, but who's counting?

I guess you are.

Excuse me?

Sorry.

Didn't mean to get personal.

Well, I'll let you get back to your work.

You know, it's okay.

What is?

You can get personal if you want to.

I want to go with you so bad.

But I'm not used to lying to my parents.

I mean, Kelly said that she would cover for me,

but I don't know if I can go through with it.

So don't lie. Just tell them

you're going to Mexico with me and go.

Oh, right. They'd kill me.

Bren, you gotta take a stand at some point.

I mean, you can't let them treat you like a kid forever.

Well, they say that I behave like one. Come on.

Why, because you came home late one night?

We fell asleep.

Well, I know that. I mean, that's what I told them.

But my father is being so unreasonable.

He never treats Brandon like this.

He's being so sexist. I mean, I'm really tired of it.

I'm the same age as Brandon is.

I deserve the same rights and the same privileges.

Bren, you don't have to convince me.

I mean, I'm on your side, remember?

Fine.

I've made up my mind.

I'm going, whether my parents like it or not.

(door opening)

What are you doing, Bren, running away?

Go back to sleep, Brandon.

I'm going over to Kelly's for the weekend.

At 5:00 in the morning?

Yes.

You're going down to Baja with Dylan, aren't you?

Don't blow this for me, Brandon, please.

I don't believe you.

You know they're going to hit the roof.

Only if you tell them.

And I know you won't.

And what pray tell, do you expect me to say?

That I'm at Kelly's, just like I planned.

They ain't gonna buy it.

Please, Brandon.

All right, but it's gonna cost you big time.

(car approaching)

That's Dylan. Right on time.

Cover for me, Brandon.

Brenda must have left for Kelly's at the crack of dawn.

I didn't even hear her.

Why'd she leave so early?

She said something about going to a flea market.

Oh, I bet they're looking for a wedding present

for Jackie and Mel.

Right, and you know how those places are.

You gotta get a jump on those antique dealers.

What are we going to get them?

How about a crib?

Very funny.

I wasn't kidding.

Maybe I should call Kelly and Bren and ask them.

Mom, Mom, I'm sure they're still at the flea market

and they said they were going to go to the movies after that.

Oh, well... I guess I can always call them later.

Or just ask Brenda when she calls here.

Right.

Brandon, do you think I was too hard on your sister?

No.

You had your reasons.

I know, but she really wanted to go.

Maybe I should have given her another chance.

Well, don't beat yourself up about it.

I'm sure she understands.

I thought you might be thirsty.

Thanks.

So, you just gonna stand there

or do you want to make yourself helpful?

Sure, I'll help.

I guess.

What can I do? Hand me that level.

What's a level?

That long thing

right there.

Okay.

So, what are you building?

A wedding canopy.

You know, your mom designed it herself.

Yeah, she's making a pretty big production out of all this.

Have you seen her yet?

She's out to here.

You'd think she'd want to keep it

a little more low-key.

Hey, pregnant or not, she's still a bride.

It's her big day. Let her have some fun.

Yeah, I guess.

You know Kelly, I think I know what the problem is.

Why don't you tell me.

You're a little bit hung up on the way things used to be,

instead of making your plans for the way things are gonna be.

Yeah, sort of like having a new father,

a new brother and a new baby all at the same time.

There's a world full of possibilities.

You know, Bren, I can't believe

you actually went through with it.

Me either, but I wouldn't have missed this trip for the world.

I'm just glad you finally stood up to your parents.

Actually, I didn't.

They think that I'm at Kelly's house.

Brenda.

Look, it's be fine, all right?

I just need to use the phone.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Hi, it's me. Bren?

Is everything cool?

Yeah, so far so good.

You went to the flea market.

What?

With Kelly.

That's why you left so early this morning.

Oh, right. Okay, thanks, Brandon.

All right, you got it.

Just be careful, okay? Okay, okay.

Put Mom on.

Okay, hang on.

Mom, it's Bren.

Tell her I said hi.

Don't you want to talk to her?

Well, not unless she needs me.

She doesn't even want to talk to you.

(giggles): Wow, this is so easy. I should do it more often.

Don't even think about it.

All right, look, I'm gonna call first thing in the morning,

but if you need anything before then, we'll be staying at...

what's it called? La Boca Grande de Baja.

La Boca Grande de Baja.

Got it. Bye.

Bye.

Where is everybody?

Hey, Rosalita?

Dylan.

Mi hijo, what's cooking?

Oh, how're you doing?

Hay muy mal tengo catarro.

Para eso, muy, muy bueno.

Rosalita, I'd like you to meet Brenda Walsh.

Brenda, Rosalita Valdez.

She has the best motel on the beach.

Hi. Hi.

How is that, uh... what was her name?

Uh...

Stacy.

Stacy?

Who's Stacy?

Just someone I came down here with once.

You never told me about that.

It was a long time ago.

When?

Last summer.

We were going out last summer.

When we were broken up?

You were actually seeing someone?

And you brought her here?

Dylan, you lied to me!

I didn't lie.

I call it lying.

When you don't tell someone something this important,

it's the same thing.

Rosalita, can we have our keys, please?

Oh, don't bother.

We're not staying.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Oh, hi, Kelly.

Mrs. Walsh, hi.

How are you?

Oh, fine.

Did you find anything at the flea market?

What?

The flea market.

Brandon said you and Brenda went

to the flea market looking for wedding presents.

Right.

Uh, as a matter of fact, no,

there wasn't anything good there.

Oh, well, better luck next time.

Listen, is Brenda there?

She called just a little while ago.

Uh... you just missed her.

She ran out to get some food.

And she'll be back and then I can have her call you.

Okay, good. Bye-bye.

Bye.

Bren, please, don't do this.

We came all the way down here.

Let's not spoil the whole weekend.

I'm not spoiling anything.

I mean, I thought this was going to be

the greatest weekend in my entire life,

and now it's ruined.

It doesn't have to be.

Look, I know this great little cantina.

It's really romantic.

We could go, have dinner, talk,

start over.

I don't know what I want anymore.

(phone rings) Hola.

La Boca Grande de Baja.

Un momento.

It's for you.

Me?

No, her.

(clears throat)

Hello.

Brenda, hi, uh, call home pronto.

Why, what's wrong?

Nothing, yet, but your mom called.

Oh, God. Okay.

Okay, uh, and in case she asks,

we're having Thai food for dinner

and you were out picking it up.

Got it. Uh...

Kel, thanks. You're a lifesaver.

Okay.

I'm just about finished up here

for today.

Okay.

So, um...

got another soda in the fridge?

Sure.

Thanks.

So, what's a girl like you

doing home alone on a Saturday night?

Well, I was just asking myself that same question.

Come up with any answers?

Well, Brenda's in Baja with Dylan.

And Donna's out with David, and that leaves me.

No, uh, no boyfriend?

No.

You don't have to rub it in.

Sorry.

You told me to get personal.

(microwave bell rings)

Uh, listen, my mom's at Lamaze class.

And I was just nuking some lasagna.

If you're hungry,

you could stay for dinner...

I mean, if you're not busy

or anything.

No, no, I'm not busy. I'm...

I'm starved.

Great.

I mean, I wouldn't want good food to go to waste.

Yeah.

Smells great.

Yeah, I love lasagna.

I'm not talking about the lasagna.

(phone rings)

Uh, hello.

Mom, hi, it's me.

Oh, hi, honey.

Uh, Kelly said you called.

Oh, yeah.

You know I was just wondering,

have Jackie and Mel mentioned anything

that might make a good wedding present?

No, nothing specific.

Kelly said you two didn't have any luck at the flea market.

Right.

I was thinking of something

along the lines of glassware.

Great idea, I mean, everybody needs

glassware.

So, are you two doing anything special tonight?

What?

You and, uh, Kelly--

got any plans?

No.

We're probably just gonna eat take-out Thai food,

and rent a video or something.

Okay, well, have a good time.

Okay, you, too.

See you tomorrow.

Everything okay?

Fine.

Lot of elaborate plans for nothing.

I can't believe I even came.

Well, it's too late to turn back now.

Rosalita, do you have two rooms?

Sure, of course.

Separate rooms.

You happy now?

Yes, I am, thank you.

You're gonna have to eat, you know.

And I don't think you want to be going to any

of the local establishments by yourself.

Well, maybe I do.

Well, maybe you don't.

So how long is it going to take you

to finish up around here?

About a week, I guess.

Really? That's great.

I mean, it's great for you.

You going to be around?

Why? Need someone to hold your level?

Yeah. Maybe.

Well, maybe it's good

that my mother has such big plans then.

Oh. You know, maybe you should tell her to add on a nursery.

That could take months.

I could probably arrange that.

We don't want the baby, like, sharing

your room, do we? Don't even think it.

You know, you talk a good game, but when that baby comes,

you're going to be cooing and cuddling with the best of 'em.

Think so?

Of course.

They're so little and sweet.

Even a tough cookie like you

is going to melt.

Is that what you think I am? A tough cookie?

Isn't that what you want people to think?

No. I don't know.

I never really thought about it.

Maybe you should.

(doorbell chimes)

Who could that be?

Steve. What are you doing here?

I was driving by. I saw your light on.

I figured I'd come and say hey.

I'm really tired.

That's all right. I won't stay long.

No, actually, it's not a good time for me.

Hi.

Working a little late, aren't we?

Yeah. Actually, it was a long day,

and I made Jake some dinner.

Since when can you cook?

Anything left for me?

It's all gone.

Oh. I get it.

A little tea for two, huh?

Well, don't let me get in the way.

Steve, wait.

Steve and I used to go out.

He's still pretty hung up on you, huh?

Yeah. I guess he is.

How about you? You ever have second thoughts?

About Steve? No.

I mean, he's a great guy,

and we'll always be friends,

but it is definitely over.

Definitely?

Definitely.

(giggles)

(clears throat)

Maybe I should go.

Yeah.

Maybe you should.

Um... good-bye.

Bye.

I'll, um...

I'll see you tomorrow morning.

Bright and early.

Bright and early.

(giggles)

♪ Guantanamera... ♪

I can't believe you're doing this.

What?

We're in one of the most romantic places on the planet.

The waves out there are cresting in the moonlight,

the food in here is great,

the people, friendliest in the world.

And you're wasting it all because of some stupid girl.

Some stupid girl named Stacy.

And I'm not wasting anything.

I'm eating my food and having a wonderful time.

Me, too.

Well, good.

Yeah.

We're having a wonderful time.

♪ Siento ♪

♪ Tanto sentimiento ♪

♪ Siento tantas cosas ♪

(chuckles)

♪ Cosa del amor... ♪

♪ Siento ♪

♪ Que ya no tengo nada ♪

♪ No se porque te fuiste si... ♪

(both laughing)

♪ Feelings-a ♪

♪ Nothing more than... ♪

(gasps)

♪ Feelings. ♪

Dylan, I'm so sorry.

Yeah, me, too.

Are toasts any good when they're made with ginger ale?

I think they work even better.

Here's to you.

(Spanish accent): And freedom.

And a wonderful weekend in Mexico.

(doorbell jingling)

Make it a double, bartender.

Ooh, you must be hurting.

What'll it be, chocolate or vanilla?

One of each.

Whoa.

You know, normally in this situation, I'd ask the customer

whether it was love or money, but in your case...

It's love.

(chuckles): Definitely love.

Let me guess: long blonde hair, blue eyes?

Yeah.

Used to be I could go to Kelly's house

any hour of the day or night.

She'd even sneak me up the stairs to her room.

Tonight, she wouldn't even let me in.

She really laid it on the line, huh?

She had a guy there.

So what?

That guy Jake.

Dylan's friend?

Yeah.

The one he said left all those girls in a drift.

So what are you moping about?

This is great.

Whose shoulder do you think

Kelly will come crying on when he dumps her?

Yeah, well, maybe I'm getting sick of waiting.

Congratulations. It's about time.

You think so?

Yeah, I do. I...

You got to move on, once and for all.

Yeah, well, maybe I can't.

Why not?

I'm still in love with her.

Kelly.

Hi, guys.

How was Lamaze?

It was very educational.

Boring.

Honey, it was not.

That movie was great.

Trust me, Mel. I have done this before.

I don't need to take lessons on how to have a baby.

(chuckles)

JACKIE: Wait a minute.

Am I hearing things

or were you just laughing?

What do you mean?

I don't know.

You just sound happy. That's all.

And what is wrong with that?

Good night.

Wait a minute.

Come here.

What?

I just want to hug you.

That's all.

Oh, my God.

What was that?

What are you talking about? That.

Oh, you mean, the baby kicking?

That's the first time I've ever felt it.

Here, it's doing it again.

(Latin music playing)

♪ ♪

Not bad for a farm girl.

Ooh, come here.

Closer.

I'll never forget this night as long as I live.

Me neither.

Let's dance like this all night.

Well, not all night.

Ooh.

(squeals)

Oh, the water is so warm and clean.

What'd I tell you?

So how'd I do?

Am I a surfer yet?

Bren, you redefine The Endless Summer.

Are you joking?

I'm stoked.

I was hot. I was thrashing.

(laughs)

You stood up for a second.

Oh, no, actually, it was two seconds.

You were great.

We better go before the Porsche turns into a pumpkin.

Do we have to?

Yeah, it's either that or you call Jimbo

and ask him if we can stay down here another week.

Ooh, adios, Mexico.

(laughs)

Dylan, what's wrong? Why'd they make you pull over?

Oh, it's just a random thing, Bren.

They stop every tenth car.

Welcome home, folks.

Thanks.

Just need to see some ID.

Sure thing.

Nice car.

Yeah, you can search it if you want.

Nope. Just a random check.

Just need to see yours,

young lady, and you'll be on your way.

Excuse me?

Your driver's license.

I don't have one.

It was in my purse the night of the robbery.

I applied for a new one, but it didn't come yet.

That's okay.

A birth certificate

or a passport's just as good.

I don't have either of those.

Then we got a problem.

Listen, she's just as American as I am.

I'm sure she is,

but since the latest INS crackdown,

we've got some pretty strict regulations down here.

Well, can't you just punch me into a computer or something?

I mean, I'll give you my Social Security number.

Anything. I've got to get home.

I'd love to help you, young lady. Really, I would.

But, uh, anybody could come down here

and claim they were you and give me a number.

So what am I going to do?

How old are you?

Seventeen.

Oh, no problem then.

We'll just call your parents.

You can't do that!

Why not?

Because her parents don't exactly know

that we're down here.

Hey, I'm sorry.

But we're gonna

have to get a legal guardian down here

with your birth certificate.

Failing that, they'll have to sign a sworn affidavit

verifying you a citizen.

Unless... maybe you're not

an American citizen.

Of course I am.

It's just that if you call my parents,

I'm a dead American citizen.

Dylan, what are we gonna do?

You heard the man.

Looks like we're gonna have to call your father.