Original subtitles

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Well, well, welly, well, well,

if it isn't Mr. Sanders.

Do you realize in about one hour

this place is going to be packed

with some of the most incredible hard-bodied babes

from all over Southern California? Yeah.

You remember last year's tournament?

This place was one big meat market.

And I am going to do my shopping early.

Aha, a man with a master plan.

Confidence, mon frere.

We make an incredible team.

I'm going to win this tournament,

you're going to flash that smile,

boom, we'll get whoever we want.

I hope you're right.

Mm... if my eyes don't deceive me,

I see our first customer.

That young damsel appears to be in distress.

Hm! Perhaps I should offer some assistance.

And they said chivalry was dead.

Hi.

Excuse me.

Hi. Hello there.

I assume you're here to sign up for the volleyball tournament.

Allow me to register you personally.

Steve Sanders.

Nikki Witt.

Actually, I'm looking for my aunt's cabana.

(music blaring)

What's that music?

It's some geekster rehearsing in his cabana.

Drives everybody nuts.

Now about the tournament? Great sound.

I'm gonna go check it out.

Well, what about the volleyball tournament?

I hate sports.

(playing R&B synth melody with prominent rhythm)

(music stops)

Hi.

Hi.

You really know how to move.

Uh, thank you.

Do you know "I Want Your Sex"?

Excuse me?

The song.

By George Michael-- "I Want Your Sex."

Oh, yeah, yeah, it's a great track.

You really remind me of him.

Of who?

George Michael.

Oh, thank you.

(man speaking French)

Bravo!

(speaking French)

Oh! (laughing)

(speaking French)

Paris Merci.

C'est tout?

Et mes dix-sept enfants? (giggles)

Ah, vous pensez que ce n'est pas vrai?!

Je ne sais pas.

Vous me dites.

Venez chez moi et voyes vous-meme.

Elle pense que vous etes tres beau.

Oh!

What was that all about?

I cannot believe you said that!

Come on, you were hot for him, admit it.

I was not!

What was he saying?

It kinda loses something in the translation.

Alors,

a quelle heure nous retrouvons-nous ce soir?

English, please!

Français, s'il vous plait!

BRENDA: Il faut que nous pratiquions.

Why do you guys have to speak French all the time?

Well, it is the best way to learn, Donna.

Yeah, right.

Come on, Donna, it's not so hard.

It's easy for you to say.

You don't have a learning disability.

Donna, you're a beginner.

The worst that can happen is someone won't understand you.

I don't know.

Come on, give it a try.

What have you got to lose? Come on.

Alors, il me dit,

"Ma femme est parti pour le weekend..."

Excusez-moi.

Alors, je lui ai dit.

DONNA: Oh, wait um,

je voudrais... one of those.

Lequel?

Huh?

Oh, is that okay?

Lequel voulez-vous?!

Je n'ai pas toute la journee!

She wants to know which one you want.

Oh!

I'll have...

I mean, ju voudrais cette une,

I mean, um, avec les fraises!

Voilà.

Mmm. How much is it?

Uh, com...

Oh, la, la, la, la, la.

Pourquoi ai je toujours les imbeciles?

Quelle idiotte!

Come on, let's go.

No, wait a minute.

I am not stupid!

A person is not an imbecile

just 'cause they can't speak perfect French!

God, I am so sick

and tired of this rudeness.

Je suis American, and if you don't like it, then too bad.

See, you did it!

Well, sure.

I try to buy a pastry

and the woman called me an idiot!

But you understood her, didn't you, Donna?

Yeah, I did, didn't I?

(French accent): Excuse me...

...my employer, he would like to meet you.

He would?

Do you have any modeling experience?

Hey, Dylan,

Hi. I didn't expect to see you

in a club volleyball tournament.

Well, if we don't support Friends of the Bay,

I'm not gonna have any place to surf.

Neither will your baby sister.

Yeah, or anybody else on the planet,

for that matter. Mm-hmm.

So you, uh, you gonna play with Kyle?

No, he's out of town for the summer, the fink.

Do you have a partner?

Nope.

How about it?

What?

Yeah.

Sure.

But, um, be warned I'm better at water sports.

Okay.

I can't believe I'm getting paid for this.

Oh, if we don't find a couple honeys

in this bunch, we are losers.

Huge.

(sighs)

Mane?

Uh...

(chuckles) Name?

Brooke Alexander.

Sponsor?

Palos Verdes Sea and Sand Club.

Girls' team.

I'd also like to sign up for mixed doubles.

Partner?

I don't have one.

Really?

Why not?

Well, I, I don't want to sound conceited,

but frankly, I didn't think anyone was good enough

at Palos Verdes.

I was hoping to pick up a partner here.

Well, today's your lucky day.

It just so happens I'm available.

(chuckles)

No offense, but I'm really taking this seriously.

I'm captain of my school's varsity volleyball team

and I want to win that trophy.

Then I'm your man.

♪ Jumping all the way ♪

♪ That's what I say ♪

♪ There's no time to wait ♪

♪ Can't hesitate ♪

♪ I need to feel the rush ♪

♪ That you supply ♪

♪ I'm saying here and now ♪

♪ Girl, you're so fly ♪

♪ Feels so nice ♪

♪ Like sex on ice ♪

♪ Every time that I get next to you... ♪

Samantha Sanders

from Hartley House is your mom?

Well, you must know a lot of celebrities.

Yeah, well, when you grow up around Hollywood people,

it's not such a big deal.

Brandon. Yeah?

Come here.

Brandon, this is Brooke Alexander,

my new volleyball partner.

This is Brandon Walsh, my best friend.

How are you, Brooke? Hi.

I must say you lucked out-- Steve, here,

is the best volleyball player in the whole club.

So I've seen.

Brooke's from Minnesota.

Uh, where exactly?

Uh, St. Paul.

St. Paul, I'm from Minneapolis.

Do you live here now?

I moved here four years ago.

You? Two years ago.

BRANDON: Did you go to Central or Harding?

BROOKE: Blake.

BRANDON: Blake, I used to play hockey against Blake.

BROOKE: Then you probably played against my brother Dan.

Dan Alexander is your brother? Mm-hmm.

My God, this kid was awesome.

He went to Dartmouth, didn't he?

Yeah, yeah, he did.

Wow.

BROOKE: Um,

listen, I should get going

before the traffic gets crazy.

Uh, Brandon, it was... it was nice to meet you.

You, too.

Steve, I'll see you tomorrow.

Bright and early. Okay.

She's fine.

Hands off, Brandon.

Whoa, hey, I was just admiring your taste.

Mmm.

Let's keep it that way.

I saw her first, remember that.

Buddy, relax.

This whole place is jumping with babes.

And we're on a roll, remember?

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Besides man, I'd never move in on your territory.

(camera shutter clicking)

(French accent): Yes, very nice.

Very nice.

Beautiful.

Let's see Donna.

A little more.

Great.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Beautiful.

That's perfect. Super.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Okay.

A little bit, please.

Ça va.

Great.

Great, great, great; you're beautiful.

You are fantastic.

You are going to be such a big star.

Come.

"P.S. Tell David that

Donna hasn't let it all go to her head yet."

(laughs)

Sounds like Donna's getting an awful lot

of attention this summer.

Yeah, I know.

You think she'll get her picture in a magazine?

Yeah, and meet a lot of suave Frenchmen.

Oh, come on, what would she want

with some French guy when she's got me?

Oh, obviously.

What would she want with some sexy, talented European,

when she could have you and your stupid music?

Well, believe it or not, Kel,

some people seem to like my music.

Yeah, people who are tone deaf.

Think what you want.

What, do you have some sort of secret admirer?

Maybe I do.

David, is there something you wanted to tell me here?

No.

Look, I got to go rehearse.

David Silver, you have something going on, don't you?

No, no, it's just me and my stupid music.

(door closes)

WOMAN: ♪ You're so precious to me ♪

♪ Am I precious to you? ♪

(David singing along): ♪ You're so precious to me ♪

♪ Am I precious to you? ♪

(turns synthesizer off)

Do you think I can have a copy of your demo when you're done?

I'd really like to have it.

Uh, well, it probably won't be finished for a while,

but if you give me your address

up in San Francisco, I'll send it to you.

My boyfriend's band made a demo tape.

They're called Waste Management.

He's the drummer.

But they burned the master in protest

when all the record companies

turned it down.

Wouldn't your boyfriend be jealous if he found out

you were hanging out with me?

Nah.

We have an understanding.

Besides,

I think keyboard players are way hotter than drummers.

Is the bus here yet?

Well, nice of you to join us.

Why wouldn't I? I've been dying

to go to Versailles ever since I got to Paris.

Well, I don't know. I thought

maybe you were boycotting the program.

No.

I just took a little break, that's all.

I mean, Pierre finished the portfolio.

Pierre? How stupid of me.

Of course you would be on a first name basis by now.

(quietly): What did she mean by that?

Donna, she's just jealous.

WOMAN: Donna!

There you are.

These came for you.

And whom, pray tell, could these be from?

(gasps) Oh my God, I can't believe it!

Pierre needs me to do another shoot shoot today!

Needs her?

"There's a car outside as soon as you are ready."

Well, ciao, guys.

But, Donna, you'll miss Versailles.

You've been looking forward to that for weeks.

I know, but c'est la vie.

(shouts, cheers)

Whoo! Our point.

Yes!

Yes!

(grunts)

Oh! Oh! Oh!

DYLAN: Oh! Oh!

(whooping)

(whoops)

Yeah. Yeah.

You guys, nice game.

Good game. Way to go.

Congratulations.

Bye. See you.

Oh! That was pretty good for a surfer boy.

(groans) Oh, yeah.

So, what do you want to do

to celebrate our first victory?

Oh, I can't. I promised my mom I'd help her baby-sit.

It's her first night out with Mel.

Want to help? Sure.

Why not?

Really? I mean, I could rent a movie or something.

Yeah. Uh, Casablanca. Have you seen it?

The original's out on video.

No. I hate black and white movies.

What, are you kidding me?

You hate Casablanca?

Actually, I've never seen it.

Well, then, as a friend, it is my duty to introduce you

to one of the greatest films ever made.

Okay.

All right.

(cheering, whooping, applause and chatter)

Yo, what's happening here?

Oh, man, Steve and Brooke are awesome.

Yeah? They're winning 14 to three.

How'd you guys do?

Sweet victory.

Come on, Steve, come on!

Here it comes, here it comes!

(grunts)

(whooping, cheers and applause)

(both laughing)

Hey, good game, guys. Good game.

Good game. Great serving.

All right!

(both laughing)

Hey, looks like we're the team to beat.

The dynamic duo.

Well, how about a little celebration tonight?

This place we all hang out-- the Peach Pit?

Great food, great music.

Oh, sounds like fun.

Say around 7:00? Sure.

Brandon? BRANDON: What?

Brandon, Steve's talking about going to this place.

The, uh... What, the Arm Pit?

Peach Pit. Peach Pit.

Want to toast our victory?

Uh, sure. I'd love to, if it's okay.

Yeah, sure. Fine.

(weak laugh)

Great.

♪ I'm in love with you... ♪

You know, you don't give yourself enough credit.

You're like some kind of Renaissance man.

I'm just the sports editor.

It's nothing special.

Sure it is.

You write, and you play hockey,

and you have a job.

It's no big deal.

It's not.

Now, my friend Steve here

is a man of many talents. Isn't that right, dude?

Anything you say, man.

I'm going to go check out the jukebox.

♪ I'm in love with you... ♪

Thanks a lot, pal.

What?

Oh, don't play dumb. You're coming on to her.

I am not.

Oh, sure, Mr. Pulitzer Prize.

I'm surprised you didn't bring along those hockey trophies.

Look, Steve, I'm not trying

to come in between you and this girl.

She's your date, and it's obvious I'm nothing

but a third wheel here, so I'm just going to take off, okay?

No, it's okay.

I'm sorry, I... I'm bugging.

I like this girl.

It's no problem. I'll take off,

give you guys a chance to be alone

okay?

Yeah. Thanks. All right.

Where you going? Oh.

I'm beat. I got to go.

BROOKE: Oh, we just got here.

Besides, I'm playing Elvis on the jukebox.

Don't be cruel.

Why, will I get in trouble with the Society

for the Prevention of Cruelty To Beautiful Girls?

(scoffs) ♪ Don't you know ♪

♪ There's nothing I can do? ♪

I-I got to be at work early.

I really better go.

Oh, okay.

Listen, I'm listed in Palos Verdes.

Why don't you give me a call sometime?

(mouthing)

(crickets chirping)

DYLAN: All right, I get it.

Brenda's gone, you need a little advice,

so you come see old Dylan, the court of last resort.

Come on, man.

I really don't know what to do here.

Hey, your relationship with Steve is more important

than any girl.

Yes, you're right.

But this girl's hard to resist, man.

It's making it pretty obvious she's not into Steve.

It's like you said, man-- he met her first.

You got to respect that.

I do.

(sighs)

But why is it, I finally meet a beautiful, sane girl

who's into me, and I can't even ask her out?

Fine. I'll take a cold shower.

No, I'm not... I'm not saying that.

It's like they say:

All's fair in love and volleyball.

Thanks, Dylan.

This talk has helped me a lot.

I got to go.

Where you going?

I'm just visiting an old friend.

(crying)

Oh, come here, Erin. Shh. Sweetie pie.

What? What?

You know what? I think she's hungry.

Will you hold her while I go and... and get her bottle?

Uh... It's okay. Shh. It's okay.

(baby crying) Kel, I don't know anything about babies.

Oh, relax, she won't bite.

She doesn't have any teeth.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Whoa.

Come here.

Oh. Shh.

What a sweet girl.

Shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh, shh.

It's okay, it's okay.

Oh, yeah.

Sure, sweet girl.

You got a nice setup here, you know that?

Can you tell?

(laughing): Yeah.

You got a mom and a dad.

You got brother David, sister Kelly.

You like that?

Let me tell you something, though.

You take it from me-- don't let 'em get too close.

You'll just get burned.

Rule number one:

the only person you can trust in this world is yourself.

(accordion playing, crowd chatter)

Relax, Brenda.

Donna's a big girl.

But you don't know Donna like I do.

I mean, missing Versailles was one thing,

but a day of shopping?

Now, that's serious.

You know, I can't believe she missed it

just 'cause she had to run off to "le shoot."

What do you expect?

She's the center of attention.

She's being fawned over and admired.

No.

And I hear Pierre's no slouch himself.

Come on, she is crazy about her boyfriend.

Uh-huh.

No, you-you just don't know Donna.

But I do know Paris.

And I do know older men.

And I do know the modeling scene.

I did a few jobs myself in New York.

So what does that mean?

It means that if Donna is as naive as you say she is,

she's got a rude awakening coming.

You know what, Maggie?

Maybe you're right.

I know I'm right.

So, do you have another one of those?

Merci.

Let's face it, Brenda.

Sooner or later, with the camera or without it,

Monsieur Pierre is going to want Mademoiselle Donna

to take her clothes off.

(coughing)

These are really good.

(coughs)

(door creaking)

Donna, what time is it?

Bren, I'm really sorry to wake you.

The most wonderful thing happened to me tonight...

(clattering) Ow!

Are you okay? What happened?

Oh, yeah, I just bumped my knee.

No, I mean tonight; what happened with Pierre?

Oh, this.

What is this? A contract.

Well, except it's all in French,

which you'll probably have to help me translate.

We can just do that tomorrow.

(yawns)

Je suis tres fatiguée.

Donna, what kind of contract?

Well, Pierre wants me to sign with this agency.

He says my type is really in demand right now.

Donna, wait a second.

You're gonna drop out of the program to be a model?

Come on, Bren, I wasn't doing so well anyway.

I'm really wiped out.

Good night. (switch clicks)

(switch clicks)

Donna, this contract is for two years.

Bren, please, it's 3:00 in the morning.

We'll talk about this tomorrow-- good night.

(switch clicks)

What? (chuckles)

Wait a minute, are you trying to tell me

that you and Donna still haven't done the nasty?

Keep your voice down.

It's not that I don't want to.

It's just that Donna wants to wait until she's married.

Then what's the problem?

If this girl Nikki wants it from you,

which personally makes me question her sanity,

then go for it.

But what about Donna?

First of all...

Donna may want to be a virgin until she's married,

but finally, when she decides to do it,

she's not gonna want some inexperienced bozo.

And second, Donna is in Paris, remember?

She's probably got French dudes crawling all over her.

No, Donna wouldn't do that.

Would she?

Trust me.

(playful French accent): While ze cat is away, ze mice will play.

BROOKE: Steve.

Game time!

Ooh, excuse me, lame-o.

I've got some scoring of my own to do-- mm!

Hey. Hi.

I just wanted to tell you thanks

for keeping me company last night.

(imitating Bogart): Anytime, sweetheart.

STEVE: Hey, guys.

Prepare to meet your doom.

Something tells me

our winning streak may have just come to an end.

Yeah.

(Kelly laughs)

That's a nice move.

Can I use that? You're funny, you're funny,

you know that? Got 'em now.

All right Kel, I want you to play right here.

No, Dylan, I want to play back there.

No, I'm gonna play back there, all right?

You're the front, I'm the back, that's how it works.

Okay. Ready?

Get ready. I'm ready.

Like this-- this is ready.

That was yours.

Are you playing dodge ball? No, I'm not, that was your ball.

Okay, right here, this is where you stand.

When they come to you, hit it back over, okay?

I got it. I got it. I got it.

I got it, look out. Hey, I've-- oh...

Get it, get it. Fine.

You are smooth.

You've got it, no, you.

You're good, you're gifted.

Tremendous.

Whoa!

Yes! Yes! Yeah, all right!

All right.

You keep shopping, all right?

Shut up. You're good at it.

Better stick to surfing, dude.

Sure looks like I chose the right partner.

You better believe it.

We're practically in the finals.

Where I come from,

it ain't over till it's over.

Well, yeah, but that doesn't mean

we can't have our own private celebration.

My mom's out of town and I just happen

to know where she stashes the Dom Perignon.

Steve, you're a great guy.

You really are.

And I like you...

As a friend.

I don't want to hurt your feelings.

No, it's okay.

I get the picture.

It's Brandon, isn't it?

Steve...

I'll see you at the finals.

DONNA: What, are you mad at me?

Donna, I'm not even sure I know you anymore.

You are so dramatic.

I'm dramatic?

You're running away to become a French

fashion model and I'm dramatic?

Come on, Brenda, this is the most

exciting thing I've ever done.

Can't you at least be happy for me?

Happy?

Happy, that you're dropping out?

That you're not even going to graduate high school?

Donna, I'm in shock!

I'll do it eventually.

I can take the proficiency test or something.

You know, your parents are never going to let you do this.

Well, you've done things your parents haven't approved of.

Donna, you hate it here.

All I've been hearing from you is how you're never

gonna learn to speak French, and now you want to live here?

Not just here.

Some girls get to go all over Europe,

and I could earn a lot of money.

You have money.

Not my own, that I earn myself.

Don't you understand, Brenda?

I can be more than the dummy

who can't keep up with her smart friends.

This is my chance to stand out, to achieve something.

And what about David?

Or doesn't he matter,

now that Pierre is interested in you?

Pierre is interested in me professionally,

not romantically.

Give him time.

Brenda, he's married and has two kids.

I've seen the pictures.

Donna, I hate to say this,

but that didn't stop your parents.

You know, you must be really jealous

of what's happening to me, to throw that in my face.

I'm sorry.

I just don't want to see you get hurt.

Well, it's too late.

You already have.

(laughing)

Hi. Hi, oh, hey, these are my parents.

Jim and Cindy Walsh, this is Brooke Alexander.

A fellow Minnesotan.

Oh, hi. Hey, very nice.

Nice to meet you. Welcome.

You've got a very industrious son.

Well, he, uh, takes after his old man.

Come on, old man.

Let's get you out of the sun before your brain addles.

Bye-bye. Bye, guys.

You didn't call me last night.

Yeah, well, I, uh, I crashed out pretty early.

What time do you get off, anyway?

Whenever I'm done, usually about 7:00.

You wanna take a drive up the coast afterwards?

Uh... (chuckles)

I would really like to, but, uh...

Steve is my best friend, and he really likes you.

But I don't like him,

I mean, not that way.

So, fine.

You won't go out with me

and I won't go out with him, and we'll all be unhappy.

How's that sound?

Terrible.

(chuckles)

Don't worry about Steve, okay?

I told him

I wasn't interested in dating him.

So how about that drive?

I think that'd be nice.

Kelly, Kelly, wait up!

Look, I can explain, okay?

Is that your secret admirer, David?

Does she know you have a girlfriend?

You're the one who told me about all

the French guys Donna's been hanging out with.

I was kidding, stupid! I didn't mean for you

to jump in the sack with the next tramp who came along.

Look, she's not a tramp, her name is Nikki.

And I know this may be hard for you to believe,

but she thinks I'm sexy.

Do you want to know what "sexy" is, David?

Sexy is a guy who can go three weeks

without being unfaithful to his girlfriend.

You know, you have a lot to learn about women, David.

(engine turns off)

No, no, no-- hey, allow me.

How gallant.

Yeah, well... (car door closes)

I had a great time.

So did I.

Well, this is a first.

Most of the time

I have to wrench guys away with a crowbar.

I bet you do.

It's just a little weird, that's all.

You know what I think?

I think that you and Steve should go out together.

Come on, Brooke.

No, I'm serious. You two look great together.

He's a great volleyball player, and...

his mom's away for the weekend.

Will you shut up already?

♪ Can't remember what it's like ♪

♪ To lie in bed and sleep at night ♪

♪ Where did I go wrong... ♪

That man over there with the black shirt,

he is Christophe Leconte.

He is the head of the agency,

so act like you know who he is.

Everyone else, you can yawn in their face,

or even step on their toes,

but not him, d'accord?

D'accord. Bon.

Pierre, do you think we can go somewhere and talk

for a few minutes, just the two of us?

Absolument, after the party.

But... Christophe, comment vas-tu?

Tres bien, merci.

Je vois que tu as la peche.

Oui. Elle est tres belle.

PIERRE: Qu'est-ce que tu crois?

Do you want me to take Donna to her hotel?

I will take her.

Pierre, it's late.

De quoi je m'occupe, Yvonne.

Pierre... Au revoir, Yvonne.

(sighs)

Would you like something to eat, to drink?

A little wine?

No, you go ahead.

It was very nice of you

to have this party for me, Pierre.

Mm! Nice has nothing to do with it.

This is business.

You may very well be the next big sensation

and I will have discovered you.

But I'm not nearly as pretty as the other models.

(clicking tongue)

I have told you beauty is a state of mind.

N'est'ce pas?

You don't like your portfolio?

Oui, but when I pose for you,

you make me feel beautiful.

Donna...

there is something fabulous that happens in a young girl

in that fleeting moment when she becomes a woman.

And you are on the brink of this transformation.

And I feel honored to be here to witness it.

I'm so grateful for your faith in me,

but I don't know if I can...

Shh...

I will help you.

That's what I am here for.

Look, I, I think you're getting a little too close.

Pierre, I have a boyfriend.

And I know that you have a wife.

And neither of them are here.

Stop, okay?

You said tonight was about business, but I don't think

there's anything in that contract about this.

Cherie, you must read between the lines.

Alors.

Go home, baby.

I'm not a baby.

But you are.

You are just not, apparently, my baby.

Unless, perhaps, a good night's sleep in your crib

will help you change your mind.

Do you realize what you're throwing away?

Donna, don't be stupid.

Hi.

Hi.

Look, Donna, I am really sorry.

No, Brenda.

You were right.

He made a pass at me, just like you said.

So I had to do it.

You did?

Yeah.

I threw wine on him.

You did?

Yeah.

Red wine, too.

(both giggle)

So... I guess now I have to go back

to being plain, old ordinary me, huh?

Donna, believe me, you will never be ordinary.

You're a very unusual girl.

Yeah.

Unusually dense.

You know, you don't give yourself enough credit.

Look how far you've come.

You have an incredible portfolio of beautiful pictures.

Your French is getting better

every single day.

And you stood up to someone

who was trying to take advantage of you.

All by yourself.

Brenda, merci beaucoup.

Tu es une tres bonne amie.

I love you, too.

(classic rock music playing)

♪ Well, I've been waiting here ♪

♪ Waiting here ♪

♪ Standing in the pouring rain ♪

♪ Pouring rain ♪

♪ I tell myself, long ago ♪

Hi. Hi.

Hope you haven't been waiting too long.

Now that you're here, it was well worth the wait.

We need to talk.

What's the matter?

Look, I haven't been honest with you.

Um...

I have a girlfriend and she's in Paris for the summer.

So?

I have a boyfriend back home, remember?

Look, if you don't like me anymore, just tell me, okay?

No, that's not it, I like you a lot.

It's just, you and your boyfriend

have some sort of arrangement, and my girlfriend and I don't.

And I just don't feel right fooling around behind her back.

Especially with someone I like so much.

The only "arrangement" my boyfriend and I have

is that he gets to mess around with anything in spandex...

and I get to feel like dirt.

I wish I could find someone like you.

That's nice, but believe me, I'm no big bargain.

Look, don't worry, you'll find someone who's right for you.

In the meantime, I, uh,

I made you a copy of my demo.

I wanted you to be the first to hear it.

Thanks.

I'm sure it'll be a big hit someday.

♪ Got me spinning like a top ♪

♪ Top ♪

♪ I'm dizzy for your love. ♪

(crowd cheering)

(whistle blows)

(whistle blows, crowd cheering)

Come on, let's go, Steve. Go, Steve.

Let's get 'em, Steve.

(grunts)

HENRY: Out! (whistle blows)

(crowd cheering)

14 serving four.

Game point.

Come on, Steve, concentrate.

Worry about your own game, all right?

(grunting) (grunting)

I got it! I got it!

(whistle blows)

Steve, I called it.

Game to Frohman and Johanneson.

Rubber match in five minutes.

Look at that, even we could've beat 'em today.

What's his problem?

I am.

Steve, it's not worth it

to blow this whole tournament over a girl.

Save it, would you?

I don't need any advice from you on sports or women, okay?

I may be playing lousy, but at least I'm playing clean.

You lied, Brandon.

I didn't lie to you, Steve.

You did, too.

You told me you wouldn't go after her and you did.

Hey, hey, I didn't go after her.

She came after me.

Now, I'm sorry your feelings got hurt, but that's the truth.

Look at her. Look at her.

What would you have done if you were in my shoes, huh?

(chuckles)

I'm not gonna kid you, man, I really like this girl.

But if it bothers you that much, you just say the word,

and I'll call it off right now.

No.

I would've done the same thing.

But you know what hurts, Brandon?

I'm never in your shoes.

Her wanting you instead of me, it's typical.

I thought maybe this time, I had a chance--

with the volleyball and everything--

but... I still lost.

You didn't lose, Steve.

You just didn't get Brooke.

Hey, you're a winner, buddy.

(chuckles)

Why don't you go out there and prove that, huh?

I'm sorry I was such a jerk before.

Let's win this thing.

Let's do it.

Yeah! All right!

(whistle blows)

(whistle blows)

(whistle blows) All right!

(whistle blows)

14 serving 13.

Match point.

Come on, come on!

(whistle blows, crowd cheering)

(laughing)

Game and match, Sanders and Alexander.

All right!

Good work! Thank you.

That was so good.

Right on.

Congratulations. Thank you.

Excuse me.

Okay.

Hey, guys.

Party at my house?

Steve, I hope we can be friends.

Well... okay.

(laughs)

You got to remember one thing, though.

He may have a terrific smile, but

I could wipe him off the court in volleyball.

(chuckles)

Let's go.

Come on, Pokey.

You know, I thought I was making a mistake not going to Paris,

but this summer's turning out okay.

Yeah, it is.

Louie, I think this is

the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Kelly. Check it out.

Donna sent me a postcard.

"Dear David,

"I've really gotten into the swing of things here,

"and Brenda says my French is even good enough

"to go shopping alone.

(chuckles)

Love you. Miss you. Donna."

Cool, huh?

She misses me, and she loves me.

That's very cool.

I'm really happy for you, David.

Look, I just want to thank you

for setting me straight on being faithful and all.

You're a great sister. Thanks.

You're welcome.

Look... get out of here.

I got to change.

Okay, I'll see you later.

Okay.

♪ ♪