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You sure about all of this?

You haven't even told your parents.

Yeah, I'm sure.

I mean, I'm not the first person in the world

this has ever happened to, you know.

Kelly, how did I wind up here?

Wasn't I the one who was supposed to do things by the book?

The pragmatist, The person least likely to mess up.

You're human Andrea, just like everybody else.

You'll get through this.

I'm with you all the way.

I know you are, thanks.

Andrea?

Andrea?

Do you want me to go in with you?

Yeah, yeah, that would be great.

I see you're a student.

Yes. Uh, California University.

You're early enough into your pregnancy

to consider a variety of options.

I've already considered my options,

over and over again.

Nonetheless, by state law,

you will need to sign this consent form,

confirming that you are aware

of all your alternatives.

I know my alternatives:

adoption, marriage, single parenthood.

I'm not interested.

I know what I want, and I would like to have an abortion,

and I'd like to have it today.

That's not possible.

Why?

I mean, I know the law.

There is no waiting period here in California.

I... I don't need parental consent.

I don't see what the problem is.

The problem is, and I wish that this weren't so,

but you are not the only woman in this city

with an unwanted pregnancy.

I'm sorry.

I understand the stress you're going through.

Does the father know?

He knows I'm pregnant.

I hate hospitals. Yeah, me, too.

Then why don't you go home.

The doc said the operation's gonna take six hours.

You can't sit around here all day.

Actually, I was thinking about pacing.

Gee, Brandon, I figured you'd be in the operating room there

looking over the surgeon's shoulder.

That way you could give him some pointers. That's real funny.

Why don't you take that show on the road?

Hey, Nat.

How you doin', buddy?

Okay. They shaved my chest

and made it as smooth as a baby's bottom,

and they gave me something

to make me woozy.

That's good. I mean, you should relax.

Oh, you be quiet.

I'm talking to my boys.

Listen, you guys-- thanks for everything.

You're the best customers I ever had.

And you're the best pals

I ever had.

You're gonna be fine, bro.

Mm-hmm.

Just say a prayer.

We will.

Okay.

(pop music blaring)

David, will you turn that thing off!

I can't believe he's sleeping through this!

David!

What? What's going on?

KELLY: Get up. You're supposed to be

working at the Peach Pit, remember?

They can live without me.

No, they can't. Come on, David, get up.

What time is it anyway? It's late.

How long have you been sleeping?

Here, put these on.

Will you get his shirt?

What's this?

DONNA: What?

David...?

What is it?

I don't know. Cocaine?

David, you're still doing drugs?

Look, it's not mine, all right.

I was just holding it for somebody else.

And for your information, no, it's not coke.

I don't care what it is.

Now, you're a drug addict and a liar.

Yeah, well, you know what, you have no business

going through my drawers in the first place.

Why don't you guys just get out of here.

Oh, right, look who has all the principles all of a sudden.

David, I... I'm sorry.

Donna, what are you apologizing to him for?

Shut up, Kelly!

No, I'm not going to.

You know what? I have been through this too many times.

If this is how you're gonna live your life,

then I'm moving out-- we are moving out.

Kelly...

Fine! Move out.

I'm sick of living here

with you two high priestesses of sobriety, anyway.

Oh, God, here we go again.

No, just start packing.

But Kelly...!

Donna, we are getting out of here.

(doorbell rings) Andrea!

Sorry. Are you okay?

I was on my way to class.

Yeah, I, I was hoping that we could talk.

Uh, yeah, yeah, sure, come on in.

What's wrong?

Nothing... just, um... I'm pregnant, remember?

Hey...

Don't worry, we've got nine months to figure everything out.

No, we don't.

I've, uh...

I've decided to have the abortion.

Wait...

What, you decided this without telling me?

It's my decision to make. Well, it's my decision, too.

That baby's a part of you and me.

We talked about this all last week.

No, you talked about it. No!

We decided.

I'm going to take the clerkship, in San Francisco this summer,

and you'll come with me, we'll get married,

we'll have the baby,

then move back here and finish school.

You've worked it all out, haven't you?

Well, you agreed!

Well, I'm sorry, I changed my mind.

Jesse, I'm not even 20 years old.

I can't do this! You can't do this!

It would ruin our lives.

It was just a mistake, okay?

It was a terrible mistake.

It's not a mistake, it's a baby.

And we may not have planned it, but it's not a mistake.

I'm sorry; I don't feel that way.

Andrea...

if you go through with this abortion,

don't come back here.

I was afraid you'd say that and, um...

if that's what you want, I understand.

(on phone): Hi, it's Dylan. It's his machine.

I'm not here right now-- leave a number, I'll call you back.

Dylan, hi, it's me.

Uh, look, do me a favor and leave a key under the mat.

I'm going to have to stay at your house tonight.

For a while, actually. Hope that's okay.

Love you. Bye.

Oh great, you get to stay with Dylan,

I have to stay at one of the most crowded sorority houses on campus.

Donna, it's not forever. You'll survive.

DONNA: Kelly, I just don't understand

how deserting David is gonna help him.

We're not deserting him.

You gotta get that through your head.

Tough love. Right, and it works.

Believe me, I have firsthand experience.

Yeah, but your mother went into a hospital, into a program.

We're leaving David by himself, and it could get worse.

Donna, we have been there to catch David all semester long.

We've been waking him up,

reminding him to study, picking up his clothes,

buying his food-- I'm sick of it.

Believe me, he's not gonna clean up his act

until he thinks he's got something to lose.

Well, what about the rent? It's due in a couple days.

That's David's responsibility now.

That's not fair.

Yeah, and bringing drugs into the house is fair?

Come on, we have to get to class.

Well, I'd uh, get started, but according to my roster here,

um... we're still waiting for a few more students.

Yeah, a couple of my friends are coming.

You made quite an impression on us at Take Back the Night Week.

Oh, good. I'm glad.

And what's your name?

Brenda. Brenda Walsh.

I think you know my brother Brandon.

He was in your husband's sociology class.

My ex-husband.

I didn't realize.

A recent development.

Sorry we're late.

LUCINDA: We were just getting started.

Hi. Okay, I'm Lucinda Nicholson

and this seminar is called

"Feminist Perspectives in Cultural Anthropology."

We'll be meeting here three times a week... Is Andrea coming?

Uh, no, she can't make it.

Is she okay?

Yeah, she's fine.

LUCINDA: I'm more interested in dialogue than I am in grades...

WOMAN (over P.A.): Dr. Sydney Rosen, ER One-- stat.

Dr. Sydney Rosen, ER One-- stat.

Brandon.

Hi. Hi.

I stopped by the cafeteria.

I thought you might be hungry.

Thanks.

Any news yet?

No. He's still in there.

Oh, I forgot to tell you:

Lucinda Nicholson says hello.

Where'd you run into Lucinda?

I didn't run into her; I'm taking her seminar.

Uh, Donna, Andrea and Kelly are in it, too.

Really? Yeah.

Well, what exactly is she teaching all of you?

Power of feminism-- an anthropological perspective.

Well, yeah, that sounds radical enough for her.

Did you know she split up with Professor Randall?

They split up?

Yeah, they're getting a divorce.

It sounds pretty brutal.

Wait a minute-- if you just met her,

how come she told you all this?

Well, it's a small seminar on feminist politics.

I mean, it gets pretty personal.

Actually, she's a pretty fascinating woman.

Yeah, you can say that again.

You know, Silver is not stupid. I don't know what he's thinking.

I don't know, either.

I thought for sure when he lost Erin,

it would've shaken him up enough to quit,

but here we are two weeks later,

waiting for him to find another low in his life.

Well, I'll tell you what,

we can unpack the rest of that stuff tomorrow,

but I am beat.

I've been driving back and forth

from the hospital to the Pit all day.

I'm sorry to dump all this on you.

It's all right.

You can stay as long as you like.

Thanks.

You know, when I was little,

I remember whenever

I'd stay home from school sick,

and the housekeeper would make me tomato soup with cream

and she would let me watch TV all day:

Reruns of Bewitched were my favorite.

Yeah.

I'd pretend I was Samantha and I would wiggle my nose

and everybody's problems would just disappear.

Wiggle your nose for me.

It's a sweet nose, it's a cute nose.

I don't think it has any magical powers, though.

(knocking on door)

(annoyed): Yeah...

Donna... Hi.

I'm sorry to barge in like this.

I didn't have anywhere else to go.

I thought I could stay at the Alpha House,

but they didn't have any room.

Well, Donna, luckily for you,

there happens to be a vacancy at the Hotel McKay.

Thanks, Dylan.

Yeah.

You know,

I could just go back to the apartment.

No, Donna,

you stay here.

Maybe David was telling the truth.

Maybe he was just holding the stuff for his friend.

DYLAN: Oh, come on, Don,

you don't really believe that, do you?

I don't know.

What's wrong with him?

It sounds to me like he's got a drug problem.

How can you say that?

He just started doing this.

KELLY: Donna, he did not just start doing this.

He's been doing it for over a month.

You and I both know that he doesn't have any plans to stop.

I love him.

DYLAN: Of course you love him.

We all love him, Don,

but reality is reality.

David's a drug addict.

(rock music blaring)

(knocking)

Howard, my man.

What's shakin'?

Aren't you a little early, Silver?

Yeah, well, my roommates were getting on my case,

so I thought I'd just hang out here,

you know, maybe get a little taste of something.

A little taste of something?

Come on, man. I'm fine.

Look, it just helps me through

that dungeon of a shift you gave me.

You know, David,

I thought you had a drug problem.

Now I realize you don't have a drug problem.

You just have a problem getting drugs.

(chuckles)

♪ Hook me up with what you got... ♪

You're toasted right now, aren't you?

Yeah, well, I got a little buzz going.

David, pick up whatever stuff

you have left in the booth

and clean out your locker.

You're finished here.

You're firing me?

That's right.

For doing what everybody else around here is doing?

You're such a hypocrite.

Okay... I use the stuff sometimes, too.

So what? I'm not perfect.

But look at you, man, you're hooked.

You're no good to anyone.

All right, fine, whatever.

This place sucks anyway.

You know what? You're never going to find anyone as talented

as I am to stay up all night.

Ooh, well, I'm just gonna have to take my chances on that.

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ Won't you take me to the place I really...? ♪

WOMAN (over P.A.): Dr. Corsi, dial 1-1.

Dr. Corsi, dial 1-1.

I warned you about burning the candle at both ends,

and you wouldn't listen.

Now look at you!

CINDY: Jim,

I don't think he can hear you.

Talk to us, Brandon, please.

I'm sorry, folks, visiting hours are over.

I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

We'll be back tomorrow, sweetheart.

We love you, son.

Wake up, Brandon.

It's time for your massage.

I thought they'd never leave.

You seem a lot stronger today.

It must be your treatments.

You know, I always knew you were a healer.

I'm here to heal you.

Brandon... Yo, Brandon!

Brandon.

Hey, Nat made it through surgery with no complications.

He's in recovery.

Oh, thank God.

He's got about a million tubes

running in and out of him,

and he sure ain't saying much,

but he's all right.

Now you, you go on home and get some sleep.

You look like you could use it. Go on.

Yeah, thanks, Joey.

You're welcome.

(groans)

You're on your own tonight, honey.

My first paper's due tomorrow

and I don't have time to cook dinner.

I'll cook.

(chuckles) I was afraid you'd say that.

There's a lasagna in the freezer.

BRANDON: Just talked to the hospital.

Nat's already sitting up in bed and pinching the nurses.

Oh, I'm so glad to hear that.

Yeah, maybe life can return to normal around here.

I think this is the first morning

since Nat got sick we've seen you at breakfast.

Yeah.

Suzanne opened up today so I could sleep in

and make it to my task force meeting this morning.

I don't believe it. You mean

you're actually going to school today?

This is a red letter day.

Well, just so you know, Dad,

I will be going back to the Pit this afternoon.

I'm sure you will.

How can it function without you?

You know, I really don't appreciate that.

I made a commitment here, Dad,

and I'm gonna stick this out until Nat gets back on his feet.

Brandon, what if that never happens?

Have you considered that?

Of course I have.

We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

Good-bye, Mom.

Bye, honey.

Could I have some more coffee?

Uh, me, too.

Hey, take it easy.

The two of you are gonna eat up all the profits.

Profits?

(chuckles): Come on.

This place doesn't make any profits.

Well, tell me, Joey,

if your cousin isn't making any money,

why does he stay in business?

Uh, what can I tell ya, huh?

He's a sentimental nut, okay?

And I'm even crazier

because I own 50% of the joint.

So, uh, how many of your friends you got

coming in to work today?

Well, Brenda and Kelly will be here later,

and I know Brandon'll be here.

Brandon-- geez, that kid is busting his hump.

Listen, Dylan,

um, maybe I shouldn't be sticking my nose in here,

but you guys can't run the Pit,

not between classes and sorority meetings and dates.

This is a business.

She's right.

Look, I know you kids mean well.

And like Brandon says,

I'm sure it helped Nat make it through the surgery

knowing the Pit'd be here when he woke up,

but even after he recovers,

this place is in critical condition.

Nothing a little money wouldn't fix.

All I know is I've had

my cash in this place for two years now

and I've never seen a dime.

No, it's time for this paisan to bail.

So what're you saying?

You thinking of selling out?

Yeah, but you gotta have a buyer

before you can sell, you know?

Brandon.

Hey, Dean Trimble.

I was just on my way to the meeting.

Then we can walk together;

give us a chance to talk.

Great. You know, Brandon,

the task force hasn't been the same without you.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

A good friend of mine was in the hospital.

I know; I got your message.

And I hope everything's okay

because if you can't fulfill the commitment...

Oh, no, no, no, no! I'll be at every meeting from now on.

It was just... it was a tough week.

(sighs): Oh! Good.

'Cause you got good ideas

and some really good energy, Brandon.

And frankly, when you're not in the mix,

we miss you.

Well, thanks.

Ms. Nicholson!

Good morning.

Hello, Dean. How are you?

Fine. Have you met Brandon Walsh?

He's one of our students on the Educational

Task Force.

Lucinda Nicholson.

Brandon Walsh.

Nice to meet you.

You, too.

Well, if you'll excuse me,

I'm late for class.

Absolutely.

A very promising young anthropologist.

You should talk with her sometime, Brandon.

She's got some very firm ideas

on the position of women in academia.

Yeah, I'll remember that.

Good morning. How's everybody doing?

Okay, let's get started right away.

Most stories about the American West were written by men

and tell men's stories: John Muir, Buffalo Bill,

even Wyatt Earp.

This is how women told their stories.

On quilts?

Why didn't they just write it in diaries.

That was considered a waste of time.

This way, they could tell a story

and keep warm at the same time.

Have any of you ever worked on a quilt?

My grandmother used to make

the most incredible quilts.

She was, uh, she was trying to teach me, but I, um...

Andrea, are you all right?

No...

Was it something I said?

Andrea?

(toilet flushes)

Andrea, are you okay?

Oh, whoever said pregnancy was a blessed event

never had morning sickness.

Eat soda crackers.

Jackie swore by them with Erin.

This will be over soon enough.

(groans)

Okay, I'm gonna get a towel.

Yeah, thanks.

Well, all the year-end summaries are in,

so the sooner we wrap this up, the sooner we can file.

Yeah, how about Tuesday, 9:00 a.m.?

That's fine. All right, I'll see you then.

Well, Mr. McKay.

You actually made an appointment this time.

What's the occasion?

I want to buy the Peach Pit.

You what?

Not all of it, actually.

I mean, I talked to Nat's cousin, Joey;

he said he'd sell me his half for, uh, $75,000.

He did.

Mm-hmm.

And you want to buy it?

That's what I just said.

Why on earth would you want to do something like that?

I like the food.

This is not a good reason to buy a restaurant.

Look, Jim, I figure

the Peach Pit needs some cash, some good management.

Between me and Suzanne, we got

both those ends covered.

Suzanne?

She's got a lot of experience.

She's a waitress, Dylan.

Look, I've been handling Nat's books

for about two years now.

That restaurant has never made a dime.

Ever lost one?

No. But things are different.

Nat's in the hospital;

things are up in the air.

I just want to help it get back down to earth.

Look, I have to advise you,

this is a terrible investment.

You don't know anything about running a restaurant.

You'll lose your shirt.

So what? I got a lot of shirts.

I got a closet full of shirts.

No one should know that better than you.

I can afford another shirt.

Dylan, that's not the point.

Exactly what am I worth now?

What is it with you kids and this diner?

Like I said, we like the food,

and this way, Brandon doesn't have

to save the world all by himself.

Well...

I can't talk you out of this, can I?

No. So you'll handle it, right?

I don't have to, uh, threaten to fire you again, do I?

(clearing throat)

Andy, it's me. David Silver.

(rock music playing)

Looks like I'm right on time.

You're getting to be one of my best customers, Silver.

Listen, uh...

can you do me a gram?

I can handle the weight...

if you got the loot.

Yeah, well, listen, I was wondering

if, today, I could write you a check for it.

Check?

Well, you know, it's like the sign

in my old man's store says:

"I trust in God.

Everyone else pays cash."

Yeah, I understand.

Um...

Well, how about fronting me? I'm good for it.

Man, you're a good customer, but you know something?

You're also a new one.

Come back when you can pay the freight.

The door's that way.

I'll be back.

Yeah. I'm sure you will.

His vital signs are stable.

Okay. 60 milligrams, I.M.

PRN? Okay.

(laughing)

I didn't expect to see a party going on in here.

You're looking good, Nat.

Thanks Brando. Flowers!

I'm sorry, flowers aren't allowed

in the coronary care unit.

Oh, sure.

NAT: But thanks

for the thought anyway.

JOEY: That's okay.

Nat doesn't need

any flowers anyway. He's got

great news instead.

What's up?

Hey, Dylan. You tell him, huh?

Come on, you're the hero of the day, pal.

Not right now, Joey. Come on.

Will you tell him the good news?

Somebody better tell me.

I bought out Joey.

So... Nat and I are partners in the Pit.

NAT: Good news, huh?

Never, in a million years, would I ever guess

that a kid that grew up eating in my joint

would wind up being my partner.

Yeah, that's great, guys.

It, it's really great.

Well, you know, it just went down this afternoon,

or I'd have told you sooner.

Sure, no, listen--

hey, congratulations to both of you.

I... I think that's great. Really.

Cheers.

Watch for it.

Dylan, this is so cool.

I cannot believe you're a part owner of the Peach Pit.

Well, for better or for worse, it's a done deal.

It's definitely for the better.

Congratulations.

Great place, great location.

Great customers, I might add.

Hey, don't think just 'cause you know the boss,

you're gonna get any special favors,

all right? All right.

And if Kelly's craving a megaburger

at 2:30 in the morning, you're not gonna come down here

and cook it for her? Well, Steve,

this may come as a shock to you,

but when Kelly's with me, she doesn't crave anything.

No comment.

SUZANNE: I gotta start the inventory tonight.

We're gonna have to start hiring, too. I'll leave

the nuts and bolts of it to you.

Yeah, you and Nat can just sit back

and watch the money roll in.

Much money.

(Kelly laughs)

Hi, David.

Hi.

Look, I don't mean to interrupt

the party, but since you're talking about money,

what about your rent?

What about it?

You're just planning on sticking me with your share?

KELLY: We don't live there anymore.

It's your problem now.

DAVID: Oh, that's real mature.

What about you, Donna?

You going to shaft me, too?

Yes, she is.

It's for your own good, David.

STEVE: Excuse me.

What's this I hear?

Am I sensing a little hostility?

Yeah, sure it's for my own good.

Hey, what's up with him?

He's doing drugs.

No way. Mm-hmm.

Kel, do you have to tell everyone?

Yes, I do.

I've told Mel. I've called Jackie.

Donna, I'm not covering for him anymore.

♪ When you're with me, I feel fine... ♪

David! David, hold up.

Now what?!

No... please.

Look, I didn't come after you to fight.

I just, I want to give you the rent money.

Yeah, well, does Kelly know you're out here?

Look, forget about Kelly.

It's not fair we leave you on the hook like this.

Yeah, well, I'm still up a creek without her share of the rent.

I... I know that; that's why I'm gonna give you enough

to cover both shares, okay?

Um, should I make it out to Mr. Pitts?

Uh, no. Just make it out to me.

That way I can add it to my share

and just give him one big check for it. Okay.

Thanks.

You're the best.

(sighing): Just promise me

you'll go see your therapist again.

Tell me you'll get help.

I will.

I promise. Scout's honor.

I just want you to get better.

I know you do.

And this'll make a big difference.

(knocking on door)

What's this? You're actually cracking a book?

Well, now that Dylan bought the Pit,

I got a little time

on my hands.

I still can't believe he did it.

He had to put his money somewhere.

It's weird, though, don't you think?

If Dylan hadn't stepped up to the plate,

the Peach Pit probably would have closed down.

But what about you, Brandon?

I mean, don't you feel kind of left out?

No.

Brandon, come on, spill it.

You know what I feel like?

I feel like... I'm in a big game,

and I'm running for the end zone,

and the crowd is cheering, and all of a sudden...

this guy comes out of nowhere,

grabs the ball and scores the touchdown.

You guys are all on the same team.

We all are.

Yeah, I know.

You're right.

I really don't need

a pat on the back here.

We're all doing this for Nat.

ANDREA: Kelly, why do they call it morning sickness?

I mean, it lasts all day long.

You're probably just nervous about tomorrow.

Yeah.

Everything will be okay.

I promise.

Thanks.

So, have you heard from Jesse?

Uh-uh.

Maybe he just, uh... needs a little time.

No. No, I, uh...

I think he meant what he said.

If I have this abortion, we're through.

Are you okay with that?

Mm...

I guess I have to be, right?

Kelly, I'm so confused.

I feel so guilty. I mean...

I want to have a family someday, but not now.

I mean, I'm just a freshman in college.

I can't have a baby.

You have to do what's right for you.

Everything else will be okay.

I hope so.

I better get going.

We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.

Try to get some sleep.

Okay, I'll try.

See you in the morning.

Okay. Bye.

Searching for a new place to live?

Isn't everybody?

Uh, no, not me.

I have a place right on the beach, remember?

Got a great view.

Of the inside of a toilet.

(rock music playing)

(knocking)

Andy. It's me, David.

What do you want?

I just got a visit from the cash fairy.

Open up.

(lock and chain clicking, rattling)

What's going on down there, huh?

Okay.

Okay, you've made your point.

And if you're trying to tell me something,

it's not gonna work.

You heard what I told Kelly.

I'm just not ready to be a mommy, okay?

It's not that you're unwanted, it's just...

I don't know what I'm doing.

Wait a minute, why am I even talking to you?

It's not even like you're a baby.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry to do this to you.

(knocking at door)

Jesse.

Andrea, are you all right?

Yeah, fine. Uh, come on in.

I'm sorry.

I should've been here for you.

I shouldn't have made you go through it alone.

Please, please, forgive me.

I may never agree with what you did,

but I can't lose you, too.

I'm sorry.

Look, you don't have to apologize.

Besides, um... I haven't done anything yet.

You haven't?

No.

And I'm not sure I'm going to.

I think that I, uh, I think I want this baby.

Oh, Andrea.

Are you sure you do?

Yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes.

(timer beeping)

Brandon.

What?

Don't you want some of this lasagna

I spent the last 20 minutes thawing out?

No, thanks, Dad.

I'll get something at the Peach Pit later.

I gotta get to the hospital and see Nat

before visiting hours are over.

You know, Brandon,

I know it may not seem like it,

but I'm very proud of everything you did for Nat.

Yeah, right.

No, you have a big heart, Brandon.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Well, there's really no point in me busting my butt anymore

now that Dylan's taken control of the situation.

What's that old saying, Dad? "Money talks."

In case you think I tried

to pull the rug out from under you, I didn't.

I happen to think

it's the worst kind of investment Dylan can make,

no matter how much money he has.

Dad, tell me something.

You handle other people's money every day.

More money, probably, than you'll ever make.

Doesn't that ever get to you?

Sometimes.

You ever wonder what it would be like to be rich and powerful?

That's not in the cards for me.

You think it will be for me?

I think that you can do or be anything you want.

Which is why I've always pushed you so hard in school.

And why I've been making such a big deal

about this task force.

It's your ticket, Brandon.

Power isn't just about money.

I don't know if I believe that anymore, Dad.

I mean, take a look at Dylan.

No matter how much he screws up, he'll always have millions.

Doesn't mean he knows what to do with it.

Thanks, Dad.

Sure you don't want some lasagna?

No.

No, no, I... I gotta go.

(indistinct announcement over P.A.)

Hey, man, visiting hours are over.

They just threw me out. Oh, geez.

Want me to talk to the nurse?

Maybe she'll let you go in. No, no, no, that's okay.

Why don't you just go buy your own hospital,

and then you can make all the rules you want.

Nobody's trying to rain on your parade, bro.

Nat's gonna remember what happened.

I was just kidding.

Yeah, I know that.

It's just I got all this money, man.

You know? I don't know what to do.

I certainly can't let it just sit there drawing interest.

And I can't spend it on Porsches and stuff.

And I... I'm not gonna sit around and worry about

somebody trying to rip me off all the time.

You just don't know what it's like.

You got that right.

Anyway, I just did it

'cause Nat's a friend of mine, man.

And I wanted to keep something going

that we all think is important.

What are you doing, taking lessons from me?

Who, me? You kidding?

You hang around with a Boy Scout long enough,

you're gonna learn the handshake.

Come on, you hungry?

Yeah, a little bit.

I'll buy you a megaburger.

No, thanks, I think I'll buy my own megaburger.

At cost... maybe...

STEVE: Chef's salad.

Tuna melt.

Tuna on rye.

I don't know, Steve, you're getting awfully good at this.

Maybe you've found your true calling.

DYLAN: Hey, you're not gonna have Steve to kick around

much longer; I'm hiring three new waiters.

Oh, we'll always have Steve to kick around.

Steve, Steve, Steve,

never hit the pound and then the total.

Clear it and start over again, okay?

DYLAN: I ought keep you around as a consultant, man.

You don't have that much money.

(laughing)

ANDREA: Hi, guys.

Andrea.

I'm, uh, I'm glad you're all here.

I... want to be with my friends tonight.

I, well, we, have, uh...

we have something we want to tell you.

If you want to tell 'em...

No, go ahead, tell them.

I don't know where to start.

Well, come on.

Well, first things first.

Jesse and I are getting married.

BRENDA: Wow, so we're all

going to Vegas? All right.

No, wrong. Good thinking.

Congratulations, man.

Welcome to the family. Thanks.

Yeah, way to go.

There's, there's just one more thing.

We're gonna have a baby.

What?

We're gonna have a baby.

You are?

Oh, I'm so happy. DYLAN: That's great.

I told you this would all work out.

Let me in there.

(in goofy voice): Hmm... not enough elbow room.

The kid's kicking up a storm.

It's not.

It's gas, isn't that gas?

Don't ask me. I'm just the father.

Oh, this is so exciting.

Can I baby-sit?

You can all baby-sit.

Oh, I have to tell David.

I have to call someone.

You know, Zuckerman,

you catch me a little by surprise here.

And I'm out of cigars, but...

these should do the trick.

Everybody.

What made you change your mind?

She did.

(clears throat): He did.

Whatever.

As long as it's not twins. Hey!

What's wrong with twins? What's wrong with twins?

ANDREA: Don't even think it.

DAVID (on phone): Leave a message after the beep.

(machine beeps)

David, are you there?

Pick up.

Hello?

Oh, well, if you get this message,

come to the Peach Pit right away.

You're not gonna believe this, but Andrea is having a baby.

Everybody is here.

Where are you?

Bye.

Come on in, you're just in time.

ANDY: This is David.

You haven't done meth till you've shot it, man.

I don't know, man.

I've never done anything like that.

ANDY: That's why there's a first time for everything.

Hold that, darling.

My turn.

Let's see...

which little piggy's going to market tonight?

There we go.

Yeah, that's better.

No muss, no fuss, no tracks.

How 'bout it, David?

Take your shoes off,

sit a spell.

(knocking on door)

Brandon.

How you doing?

It's late.

I'm kind of in the middle of something.

This will just take a minute.

I hope you're not here to lay some trip on me.

I've taken enough lumps the last few weeks.

I really don't think I could take anymore.

It's a friendly visit. Relax.

Well, I'd get you something,

but I've been living on a lot of take-out food lately.

It's okay, I'm fine.

It's actually you I'm worried about.

I heard you and Corey broke up.

Not a real fun time.

I can imagine.

I wanted to tell you I'm sorry.

I hope what happened between you two didn't have anything

to do with something we did.

Brandon, we didn't do anything.

All that happened was it made me realize

how unhappy I was with Corey.

And, believe me, if there's any blame to go around

it could be left on my doorstep.

And, geez, rather than be honest with my husband,

I just made him so miserable,

he had no other choice but to give me the boot.

And now you wish he hadn't?

No.

I just wish I hadn't been such a coward.

I put him through a textbook case of how men handle breakups

because I didn't have the guts to do it myself.

Ah, and you, a teacher of feminist politics.

Could you keep that a secret?

I'm trying to retain a little dignity here.

I'll do my best.

So, need a hand moving anything heavy?

Sure.

As I recall, your arms were quite strong.

And I could really use a friend right about now.

Well, you got one.