Original subtitles

DYLAN: "To the Federal Bureau of Investigation:

"If you're reading this letter, it means I am dead.

"Since you guys dropped the ball,

"I took matters into my own hands.

"In September, I began investigating

"Anthony Marchette, the man you and I both know

is responsible for my father's death."

(knocking)

Who is it?

It's me, Toni.

Hold on.

Hi.

Surprised to see me?

A little.

How'd you find out where I live?

I have my ways.

I looked up your address in the phone book, Dylan.

Yeah, the old phone book ploy.

(chuckles)

Am I interrupting anything?

No. Uh, not really.

Good. 'Cause I came to pick you up.

Where are we going?

The beach. Surf's up.

Aren't you supposed to be in school or something?

Mmm, to hell with school.

Okay.

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NARRATOR: And so,

for more than a century, the world has

welcomed in the New Year with the annual Rose Parade.

Magnificent floral floats,

melodious marching bands,

expert equestrians and the reigning centerpiece

of the festivities, the Rose Queen and her Royal Court,

a holiday tradition for hundreds of millions

of people worldwide.

So, please...

Where did they learn to wave like that?

Oh, it's all in the wrist.

Hello.

(chuckles)

Hi. I'm Leslie Sumner.

It's my privilege to be here today

representing the Tournament of Roses.

Some of you might remember me when I attended C.U.

and was president of the Alpha Omega sorority.

(cheering, applause)

Well, here I am, living proof that when you graduate

from college, you might actually get a job.

(laughter)

As assistant director of public relations

for the Tournament of Roses, I thought it might be fun

to come back here and encourage C.U. women

to try out for the Royal Court.

(whispering): Sounds fun.

Donna, you are such a sucker for tiaras.

LESLIE: ...even the tryouts are an event.

And you and an escort receive tickets

to one of the most terrific parties of the year,

the Royal Ball, (door opens)

featuring fabulous big band music

and dancing all night long.

The selection process for the Rose Queen

has become an enormous challenge, (clears throat)

with over 700...

Harmless tradition or sexist institution?

What do you think?

I think anything that's lasted a hundred years

can't be all bad.

What are you doing here, anyway?

Leslie Sumner's an old friend.

I thought I'd check it out, maybe write a column.

Fine.

I can run it opposite my editorial,

if it's halfway literate.

Let me guess your lead.

"The Tournament of Roses Royal Court is just another excuse

to have women parading around like morons."

Not bad.

Mind if I steal that?

Be my guest. Hmm.

What's your lead gonna be?

I love a parade.

(clears throat)

Hi, Ray.

Hi, Donna.

Hi. Hey.

Jessica, right? You remembered.

Now, how could I forget a face as cute as yours?

Thanks.

So, how come you're not in school?

I kind of have a cold.

See, my left nose is stuffed up, and that's why I'm here

hanging out and helping my dad run the company.

Want some?

Uh, no thanks.

KORMAN: Jessie, where's Christina?

Oh, she went to smoke a cigarette down in the garage.

Great.

Hi, Mr. Korman.

Donna, Ray, didn't Christina call you

to cancel? I can't see you today.

Oh.

KORMAN: Don't worry.

We'll reschedule.

Has my Jessica been

taking good care of you?

Oh, yeah. I haven't been offered

apple juice in a box with a little straw in years.

I think you should put her on the payroll.

I told you, Daddy.

Oh, now I'm in trouble.

Uh, Mr. Korman, I brought you a tape.

Uh, just leave it. I'll get to it soon.

I'll listen to it.

Thanks, sweetheart.

Think you have a fan.

(chuckles)

"I'm a sensitive, gentle, caring person.

"For me, honesty is everything. (typing)

"I have to be friends first,

and that takes time."

What are you doing?

(beep)

Trolling the C.U. love lines.

Shouldn't you be doing your homework for your math tutor?

Hey, I get enough of that from Clare, okay?

Back off.

Besides, I got a hot one here.

Steve, I don't want

to step on your toes,

or anything else for that matter,

but, uh, why don't you just

get a dirty magazine like normal people?

Besides-- "sensitive, gentle, caring"?

Ever hear of truth in advertising?

Well, yeah, but you get more honey with flies.

(chuckles)

Can't argue with logic like that.

Okay, stand back. Here comes her reply.

"Dear Tenderheart..."

Tenderheart? What is he, the king

of some country I never heard of?

Actually, he's a Care Bear.

Sneaky, huh?

Gets them right in the G-spot.

Uh...

"It's so hard to meet guys

"like you, with such a sensitive soul.

"You really are an exception.

"I-I'd like to get to know you better.

E-mail me. Love, Cuddles."

Are you really serious about this?

Hey, hey, don't knock it.

One of my KEG pledges met his girlfriend this way.

And she's a knockout.

Beats the hell out of a blind date.

Want to try?

(chuckles): No, thanks.

I got my hands full with Ms. Susan Keats.

Oh, yeah? A little newsroom necking?

Not quite.

I haven't found her defrost button quite yet.

Well, tell her what Tenderheart would say.

And what's that, Steve?

Love makes me cry.

And use a little lip.

Like that?

It gets them.

(Sheila humming tune)

Ma, would you play a card already?

I'm going nuts here.

Oh. Okay.

Oh!

Gin.

(both chuckle)

All right, that's it, you got me.

I'm out of here.

Oh, one more hand.

I'm all cleaned out.

Oh, come on.

It's my first night in my new apartment.

Keep me company.

Ma, I've been keeping you company

for, like, three hours now.

I got to go home and study.

I told you to bring your books. I could've helped you.

You know, I'm a cum laude.

Look, I told you, I-I got to go home.

Just one more hand.

Please?

All right, fine. One more.

That's it.

(sighs)

Hey, Nat.

Huh?

If "X" squared is 81,

what's seven times "X"?

Sixty-three.

How'd he do that?

It's nine times seven, Steve.

Will you quit giving him the answers, Willie?

Why?

Because it's called cheating.

And that's how you got into this trouble to begin with.

(sneers)

Hello.

Homework, please.

(chuckles)

(clears throat)

(chuckles)

Two problems out of 30.

Twenty-eight?

Good.

You can subtract.

Steve, I told you to show your work.

Clare, what do you care?

You're still getting paid.

Let me ask you something.

If you don't do the work, who gets hurt, you or me?

Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Arnold.

I thought this was a victimless crime.

You know what? I hope you look good in a paper hat.

Give me that, all right?

I'll do it.

From now on, if you don't do your homework,

you pay double.

See ya.

If she hits me one more time...

(sighs): Hi, guys. Hey.

Hi. Hey.

So what's the verdict?

Are you gonna throw your tiara in the ring?

Yeah, I'm in.

Me, too.

I figure we owe it to Leslie to at least show up.

Well, luckily, I don't know Leslie.

Hey, if I can do it, you can do it.

Besides, we're just doing it to go

to the Tournament of Roses party, right?

Yeah, I guess.

But when I was eight years old,

Cindy Walsh and my mother entered Brenda and I

in the Little Miss Minneapolis pageant.

You're kidding.

VALERIE: Yeah, we didn't make it to the finals,

but at least Brenda didn't throw up on a judge.

(laughs)

All right, Valerie's excused.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm pretty sure that I'm not

gonna get Colin to go to this thing.

How come?

He's a workaholic.

Once he starts a project,

he won't leave until it's finished.

Well, I'm paying for the mural.

I'll give him the night off.

Valerie, please, just stay out of it.

He'll think that I put you up to it,

and then he'll be furious at me.

Nah, leave it to me.

I'll get to him.

All right.

Hey, Michelangelo.

How's it going?

Well, it's, uh, not quite

the finger of God touching the hand of man,

but it's definitely a start.

Do you need any help?

Actually, that'd be great, yeah.

Take this end all the way down over there.

Like this?

Yeah.

Just follow the edge.

You got it?

(chuckles): Yeah.

Now, start pressing it down

and, uh, work your way up toward me.

(laughs): How am I doing?

Perfect. Perfect.

So you got plans for the weekend?

Are you kidding?

If I don't start building up some momentum,

I'll forget why I'm here.

Well, um...

I don't have any plans either.

So, uh,

if you need any help, I'll be around all weekend.

Thanks.

I may take you up on that.

Let's not tell Kelly.

Donna, you think coral is too light for fall?

Definitely.

Yeah, just do French.

That's always safe.

You know, if I didn't bribe you

with a manicure once a week, I'd never see you.

Well, you'll never guess what I'm doing this afternoon.

What?

I'm going to the first tryouts for the Rose Court.

The Tournament of Roses Royal Court?

Mom, how many others are there?

Well, for someone

who has as much homework as you say you have

that sounds pretty frivolous.

What was being a debutante about last year?

Academic enrichment?

No, that was different.

If you'd have been serious about fulfilling your obligations,

you would have taken yourself out of school

for a semester.

Besides, a debutante does not compete.

What's wrong with competition?

Honey, I'm just...

I'm just looking out for your feelings.

I don't want you to be disappointed.

I am so sick of this.

You know I'm never good enough,

I'm never pretty enough for you.

I mean, how could I possibly get chosen for anything, right?

Donna, I never said that.

Fine, you do whatever you want to do.

Don't listen to your mother.

I just don't understand you that's all.

I thought you'd get a big kick out of this.

Well, I guess that makes two of us.

'Cause I don't understand you, either.

Hi.

What's with the helmet?

I didn't know you had a motorcycle.

I didn't know you had a surfboard.

Did you go out today?

Nah. It's flat. No waves.

So c'mon, let's go.

I can't. I have school.

To hell with school.

DONNA: Hey, Val, you decided to come.

Hi, guys.

What are you doing here?

Well, I had to see this for myself.

Besides, you said it was the party of the year, right?

Hey, the more the merrier.

I don't know how merry it's gonna be.

You're the only one who has a date, Donna.

Listen, Kel, I'm really sorry about the Colin thing.

I tried to convince him to take the night off and go.

What the hell.

How hard can it be to find a couple of guys in tuxedos

who want to come to a free party?

Ladies...

Ladies, may I have your attention, please?

Thank you.

Each of you have been given a number

and from now on, throughout the entire selection process,

that is how the judges will know you.

So, when the group is called with your number in it,

it will be time for your review

in front of the selection committee.

And now, for anybody who is interested,

uh, while you wait,

I will be leading a tour through the Tournament House.

Good afternoon.

I'm number 263.

I live in San Marino

and I'm very pleased to meet you all.

Thank you.

Why doesn't she just tell them

what they really want to hear.

Hi, my measurements are...

You know, Susan,

no one is insulting these women,

or embarrassing them, or humiliating them.

This is an American tradition.

So were minstrel shows,

but you don't exactly see men running around in blackface

getting down on one knee and singing "Mammy" anymore.

You probably don't like football, either.

Too violent.

What about cheerleaders?

Too cheerful.

You know what your problem is?

No. Why don't you tell me.

You criticize

just for the sake of being critical.

It's elitist, not to mention unattractive.

Well, as an elitist,

do you know what I have to say to that?

What?

I'm rubber, you're glue.

And names will never hurt me.

That's Bruno,

think we can lose him?

Yeah, hang on.

The Tournament House was originally

the Pasadena home of the Wrigley family,

this is...

Donna, you grew up in a house just like this.

I know.

I think we had the same wallpaper.

This house is a little too conservative for me.

When you sign on to the Rose Court,

I guarantee you get a chastity belt with the roses.

Clare!

And over here,

in this case, are some of the tiaras that were worn

by the Rose Queen throughout the years.

Oh, look at these.

They're beautiful.

I used to make tiaras like these for my dolls.

You're kidding, right?

Oh, you didn't grow up in Southern California.

The Rose Queen was a very big deal.

My Barbie won every year.

So did mine.

And this, this is the rose garden,

where hundreds of varieties of roses are cultivated every year.

Well, I have to admit,

this is really beautiful.

Can you imagine actually getting picked to be in the Rose Court

and getting to ride in that parade on New Year's Day?

Donna, you're not

actually getting serious about this, are you?

Why shouldn't I?

I mean, I have just as good a chance

as anyone else here. VALERIE: Wake up, Donna.

There's a thousand girls here and only seven slots.

I know.

But I can dream, can't I?

CLARE: No offense, Don.

But to me it sounds more like a nightmare.

That's because

you're not Felice Martin's little daughter.

Donna was born to be a Rose Princess.

VALERIE: Well, I'm finished.

I'm outta here, guys.

Well, if it isn't my favorite wannabe princesses.

Hey, Brandon.

So you're gonna put my name in the paper?

You're a number now, Donna, don't you forget it.

You know, Susan,

they don't give them numbers to dehumanize them.

They merely do it to prevent favoritism

or nepotism or any other ism.

DONNA: That's right.

Number 675 and proud of it.

Where's Valerie?

She's already finished.

LESLIE: Number 674!

Oh, ooh, I'm next, I'm next.

Good luck.

Thank you. Stand up.

You, too.

Hi.

I'm number 675.

I'm a native of Southern California.

And I'm a Liberal Arts major at California University;

and I have seen every single Rose Parade

ever since I can remember.

It's a great tradition

and I would be honored to be part of it.

Thank you, 675.

You're very lovely.

Thank you.

Oh, I think so. Yeah.

Wow. That was some ride.

Do you think we lost Bruno?

I think we lost Bruno.

You know, that was my first time on a motorcycle.

So, what'd you think?

I thought, it was...

sexy.

I want to drive it.

Oh, be careful.

Relax.

I'll be fine.

Are you sure?

Okay, which one's the gas?

Okay, this is the gas right here.

What else do I need to know?

That's your clutch.

This is a gear shift.

And that's a brake.

Do I need to, uh, turn the key to start it?

Turn a key? No.

This one you gotta kick start. You mean

like this?

Uh, yeah, like that.

Hey...

(tires screeching)

I lied.

Yeah.

Where did you ever learn to ride like that?

Well, my father always wanted a son.

Well...

personally speaking,

I'm very glad that, uh,

your father didn't get what he wanted.

Boy, I thought you were never gonna do that.

Hey, you.

Hi.

When are you gonna take a break and give me a kiss?

Am I glad to see you. Hmm.

You know in New York,

you got time off for good behavior.

You got that wrong.

I took time off for bad behavior with you.

Any chance I could get some more of that?

I like it when you're bad.

You know,

I don't have to go to this ball thing tomorrow night.

I could stay here and help you,

and kiss you and...

help you, and kiss you.

Problem is, when I'm kissing, I'm not painting.

Tell you what.

Go to the party, have a great time,

and, uh, we'll hook up later.

All right, but I would've loved to see you in your tux.

I'll wear it to bed.

You got a deal.

It's okay, my brother will take me.

He'll do anything for me.

No way, I'm not wearing a tux.

David, come on.

Everybody's going to be there.

I mean, it'll be great.

It'll be music and food and girls.

Lots of girls.

Probably, like, a thousand girls.

And they'll all be gorgeous.

And they'll all have dates.

Well, at least one of them will be there with her stepbrother.

NAT: Hey, David?

You got a phone call. It's your mother.

(sighs)

How'd she track me down here?

Oh.

Uh, Kelly, I forgot to tell you,

I'm supposed to play cards with my mom tomorrow night.

Oh, well, at least that's an acceptable excuse.

No, actually, you're the excuse.

I'd much rather wear a tux

than, uh, play another hand of gin with my mom.

(lively chatter and laughter)

Hello.

(sighs)

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

Clare, if you gave me a multiple choice,

at least I'd have half a chance.

Steve, I don't think you get it, okay?

You see, math is the one subject

where you kind of can't take the easy way out.

Oh, yeah?

Then why did they invent calculators, huh?

I'm starting to feel really sorry for you,

so I'm going to ask you an easy question, okay?

If I have

two tickets to a Royal Ball,

but I'm only using one,

how many do I have left?

Uh, one ticket.

Yay! You got it right. Congratulations.

Great. So what do I win?

A date with me.

(crickets chirping)

All right, man, move your feet.

If your mom could only see you now.

Yeah.

So, what's this Marchette kid like anyway?

She's all right.

She's cute as hell.

Is she?

Like you hadn't noticed.

I don't want to talk about Tony Marchette

or his daughter, all right?

Oh, that's a change.

What's going on?

You falling for her?

So?

(laughs)

Like I didn't see that one coming.

Don't worry about it.

I know what I'm doing.

Then would you mind telling me?

What's this?

It's the key to a safety deposit box.

There's some stuff in there.

Anything happens to me, you, uh, get it to the FBI.

Fine. Just don't ask me to write your eulogy.

Hey, I don't plan on dying.

(laughs)

Neither did your father, Dylan,

but if the government couldn't protect Jack,

what makes you think you can protect yourself?

Jack knew the odds, so do I.

Just watch your back.

STEVE: Brandon, get in here.

I got an emergency.

(sighs)

Steve, what's the matter?

I'm in live chat, and no matter what key I hit, nothing happens.

I'm locked out. It's broken or something.

Steve, you unplugged the keyboard, that's all.

Ah. There you go.

Thank you very much.

What are you doing, Steve,

hacking into the National Security Network in there?

It's-It's nothing, really.

Why don't you guys go back to doing what you were doing?

No, no, no. What the... What the hell is that?

Steve? "Dear... Dear Cuddles...?"

Cyber sex, the last frontier.

DYLAN: Ooh, Steve, I knew you were

computer illiterate, I did not know

you were desperate, however. Look...

Why don't you just blow in, okay?

I'm leaving.

Probably a good move.

See you, Dylan.

So, uh, how's it going there, Tenderheart?

I'm meeting Cuddles tomorrow night. Mm!

I thought you were going to the ball with Clare.

Well, I am, but after the ball, I'll ditch the witch,

cut her broom in half so she can't follow me,

and then I'll have a date with my digital dream girl.

Sounds like a plan.

Oh, this is serious, man.

This is serious.

This girl's fantastic.

She's fun, she's sexy, she's sensitive,

and unless she looks like a hockey stick with hair,

I'm off the market.

Well, I wish you luck, my friend.

Thanks, pal.

(keyboard keys clacking)

(crowd chatter)

And unless anybody else has anything else,

that's all she wrote.

Great. Get out of here.

See you tomorrow. WOMAN: Okay.

Same bat time, same bat channel.

Great meeting, boss.

Very informative.

You were listening?

I could have sworn I saw you doodling.

Well, it wasn't that good.

That's the first honest thing you've said since we met.

You know, I was thinking, since we're both covering the ball,

maybe you and I should go together.

I suppose we could do that.

(laughs)

What's the matter, couldn't get a date?

(both laugh) I'll let that one slide.

I'll pick you up around 8:00?

I said I'd go with you.

I didn't mean in the same car.

I'll meet you there.

I'm sure you'll recognize me.

Yeah, you'll be the one with the great attitude.

KELLY: Donna, this is fantastic.

Why aren't you more excited?

Who would have thought?

You made the cut!

Certainly not my mother.

She didn't even want me to try out.

Why is she such a downer?

You know, Kel,

every time I try anything, she puts it down.

How come she can make me feel so horrible?

Because she's your mother.

It comes with the territory.

You know, I really want to do this.

I mean, I know you guys aren't into it,

but I just... I think it's fun.

You know what, Donna?

That is what makes the world go around.

Don't worry about what other people think.

Go for it.

We're behind you 100%.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

DAVID: All right, guys, I'm all set.

Come on in.

(hums)

(sniffling)

(sighs)

Don't even think it.

Well, maybe the party has a beach theme.

(laughing): Oh, no. Take those off.

I'm just kidding. It's a joke.

Uh, plaid is not funny.

RAY: Anyone home?

Uh, yeah, we're back here.

Come on, I'll teach you how to tie that bowtie.

I-I thought they just clipped on.

Not if you're my date.

Uh, next victim.

Hey. You all set?

Uh, not really.

Did you rent a tux?

No. I, uh... I can't go.

What?!

I have a booking tonight.

What are you talking about?

You knew about this party.

I know, but Jerry Korman made me an offer that I can't refuse.

What offer?

Remember my little fan?

Jessica?

It's her birthday,

and when her dad asked her what she wanted,

she said... me.

You?

I either headline her birthday party,

or my record deal is off.

(sighs)

You want some more iced tea?

Uh, no thanks.

I still have some.

Ugh!

That's it.

It's the last panel.

It's gonna be great.

I hope so.

At this point, it's a blur to me.

Are you packing it up for the night?

I'm a free man until the primer dries.

How come you didn't go

to that party with the rest of the gang?

Well, I told you I'd hang out and help you.

Oh, it was nice to have the company. Thank you.

You hungry?

Yeah. Yeah. Come to think of it, I haven't eaten all day.

Well, you want to go get something?

You know, I didn't think I'd finish up so early.

I got a better idea.

(orchestra playing big band music inside)

SUSAN: Everything that's old

is new again.

This big band is very righteous.

The music is good.

This is, uh, too cute for words.

Call me crazy.

I got an idea.

Okay, Crazy, what is it?

You and me get our picture taken.

We run the photo next to our stories. What do you say?

Okeydoke. Forget I asked.

(clears throat)

Actually, it's not a bad idea.

(camera shutter clicking)

I'm glad I thought of it.

Of course you are. (laughs)

(camera shutter clicking)

MAN: Closer. Closer.

Hey, man, didn't you, uh,

take the pictures

at the West Beverly Prom a couple of years ago,

class of '93?

Yeah. I done 'em all.

Thought you looked familiar.

You know, you two look like you're really in love.

Now-Now just a little bit closer.

Still using the same lines, I see.

(laughs) Tell you what.

Say cheese.

(laughs)

You having a good time?

No.

Good. I thought I was the only one.

Clare, would you mind if we left early?

I've got some math homework I've got to do.

Good for you.

No, I could use an early night, too.

♪ ♪

Oh, I love big band music.

Does kind of swing, doesn't it?

One thing's for sure.

I'm here with the best dancer in the room.

Ah. Is that a hint?

I thought you'd never ask.

So, is Colin a good dancer?

I would say he's in a class by himself.

You should see him in a Greek restaurant.

A few shots of ouzo, and watch out for the plates.

So, what do you say we show 'em what we got?

All right.

(laughs)

(lively, upbeat big band music plays)

Stop staring at her.

I am not staring.

Still in love with her?

No.

That's what they all say.

Wonder what's going on?

Uh, I don't know.

Let's go see.

Uh-oh.

Trouble at 2:00.

Oh.

Well, maybe this evening will get interesting after all.

Doesn't look like she's been pining for you much.

Ah, boy.

Your best friend Valerie just showed up.

Oh, goodie.

Uh, you're not gonna be too happy when you see

who she showed up with.

(applause, song ends)

Hi.

You are such a bitch.

Kelly, you don't understand.

I understand, perfectly.

(big band music plays)

How dare you show up here with him.

It was his idea.

Well, you're not going to get any tears from me

if that's what you're after.

Look, Kel,

I didn't do this to make you upset.

Colin and I thought you would be thrilled.

Just stay out of my life,

and stay away from Colin.

You know, I really thought we could get along.

I thought whatever friction we had

last year was water under the bridge.

We had a chance at becoming real friends.

No matter what you say, I don't believe you.

You always have

an ulterior motive.

Think whatever you want about me,

just don't be mad at Colin.

He had the best intentions for you, okay?

Colin does not need you to protect him,

and neither do I. Fine, Kel. Have it your way.

Colin, come with me. Into the ladies' room?

Yeah, just shut up and come with me, okay?

Uh, Clare can you stand guard?

Prince Charming, Cinderella.

Cinderella, Prince Charming.

I'm sorry.

I finished early

and I just wanted to surprise you.

I really am sorry.

Really? Of course.

I mean, what else could you possibly be thinking?

I don't know.

Valerie just drives me crazy sometimes.

Well, I guess it was just a misunderstanding.

But I think you do owe her an apology.

Anything but that.

Come on, Kelly.

All right, but not tonight.

(Kelly moans softly)

You know, I'd love to stick around

for the body count, but I got to get out of here.

Yeah, me, too.

Good night, guys.

Good night. Good night.

Hey, Brandon, can you give me a ride home?

I think I lost my date.

I'd love to, but Susan and I have to go back

to the newsroom and file a story.

No rest for the wicked.

Well, I'll give you a ride home, if you don't mind

stopping by my mom's; it's on the way.

No problem. Thanks.

But first let's go in and dance for a while.

I thought you'd never ask.

(knocking on door)

What?

(groans)

(sighs)

Hi. Did I wake you?

Uh, no, hmm-mm. What's up?

Just thought you might be up for some night surfing.

Oh, a little "night surfing"?

Um, when, when did they light the beach?

Actually, I came by to say good night to you.

You don't have a telephone?

I can't kiss you over the telephone.

(moans)

Good night.

Is it hot in here?

Or, uh, is it just me?

Feels fine to me.

(typing)

Susan?

Yeah?

I just wanted to tell you, uh...

I enjoy working with you.

I think you're a good editor.

Thank you.

Susan? Yeah?

There wouldn't happen to be

a quality that I possess that...

you admire just a little?

Can I get back to you on that?

(chuckles)

Yeah, sure.

Forget I said anything.

Don't feel bad.

I'm sure I'll think of something.

I just thought of something that I like about you.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

Good lips.

Great lips.

♪ ♪

LESLIE: Ladies and gentlemen,

last dance for the evening.

Well, I've heard of being fashionably late,

but this is ridiculous.

Donna, may I have this last dance?

I'd be honored.

Just one condition.

I have to have you all to myself.

You know you really are gonna make

one heck of a Rose Princess.

Yeah, well, you're gonna make one heck of a rock star.

You really think I'm gonna make it?

I know you are.

I know you're gonna make it, too.

♪ ♪

(bell on door jingles)

Hey, Nat.

Hey, Steve.

How was the ball?

Honestly, the whole time I was there,

I was wishing I was here.

I'm deeply touched.

Nat, tell me has anyone come in here asking for someone

by the name of... Tenderheart?

Yeah, uh, a little while ago.

She's, uh...

she's sitting over there.

Say it isn't so.

(laughs)

(laughs)

Cuddles!

Tenderheart?

I can't believe this is happening to me.

Oh, God, this is a nightmare.

And to think I was ready to give up my freedom for you.

Uh, you're not the only one that's disappointed here,

okay, Steve?

Mr. Sensitive,

Mr. "Love Makes Me Cry."

Oh, please, I thought I was coming here

to meet Mother Teresa in Claudia Schiffer's body.

So I stretched the truth a bit.

"A bit"?

Stuff it, all right?

Well, I didn't lie about everything.

I am free tonight.

Me, too.

I had a, um, a date, but I-I ditched him.

Can I buy you a cup of coffee?

Cuddles.

Yeah.

Why not?

Tenderheart.

(both laugh)

I really appreciate you coming to visit my mom with me.

Hey, no problem.

I know what it's like to worry about a parent.

Oh, no.

I don't have a good feeling about this.

This is my mom's apartment.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Excuse me, Officer?

Officer, please.

Excuse me. I need to get by.

What happened? Stand back, sir.

No-no-no-- my mom lives in this building.

I'm sorry sir. That's her, that's her.

That's my mom! Excuse me.

Excuse me, that's my mom. What happened?

Sorry, kid, attempted suicide.

What?! David, just go.

Go, go, go! Can I go with her?

Yeah, sure. Hop in.

(siren wails)

(indistinct radio transmission)