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(over speaker): Okay, the theme to tonight's show

is "Love Stinks,"

so if Cupid has screwed you over lately,

please pick up the phone and let us know.

(mellow rock playing)

MAN: Oh, yeah!

Yeah, man.

Yeah!

Whoa-ho!

(exhales)

I can't believe I actually had fun at "Cabaret on Ice."

Are you kidding?

You're not the one who bought the souvenir key chain.

You didn't.

I did. Hey, Gina.

Hi.

These are for you.

Oh, that's so nice.

Makes me feel like I won the Olympics after all.

Kelly Taylor, Gina Kincaid, my cousin.

Hi. Hi.

Sixes all across the board

on the triple axel.

Nah. Definitely. I've heard a lot about you.

Well, don't believe more than half.

Donna's always been at least 50% too nice.

(laughs) Gina.

We have to talk.

Yeah. Hey, Arty, uh, this is my cousin Donna

and her friend Kelly.

Guys, this is Arty, the show manager.

Charmed.

Now, what is the story on your

missed entrance in the second act?

Nerves-- I had family in the audience.

Don't give me that "nerves" crap.

It's your attitude.

Yeah, well, this second-rung stuff

is killing me-- I'm better than that, and you know it.

Prove it.

Until then,

I'm keeping you in the chorus.

What are you talking about? You promised me a lead.

(laughs)

(laughs)

Do I have to go over your head on this? No.

'Cause you're fired.

Hi.

He seems quite perky.

Oh, Arty's a jerk.

He's always on my back.

Anything we can do?

You can congratulate me.

I quit.

(laughs)

Here's my shoulder-- cry on it.

(crying): Hi.

I'm Denise, and I hate my parents.

They're never around-- they don't care what I do,

as long as I'm miserable.

Anyway, they made me break up with my boyfriend.

Really? Why is that?

My dad caught us sneaking beers.

Ooh, scammin' Dad's booze-- that's a horrible idea.

Scott's already dating someone else.

Denise...

there's only one

solution to that particular problem.

Move on.

DENISE (over radio): My life is completely fractal.

DAVID: I'm telling you, Scott is a loser.

DENISE: Maybe. I just wish my parents

would stay out of my life.

Amen. Amen to that, sister.

DAVID: Here's an idea-- (horn honks)

pick up the classifieds and look in the "For Rent" section

and plan your escape. (tires squeal)

(loud crash)

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Up and at 'em, sunshine.

Heard you tied one on last night,

pyrotechnics and all.

I don't remember anything, except I acted like an idiot.

Well, not a complete idiot.

There was a hit-and-run last night about a mile

from the club-- you were smart to crash here.

Some poor guy got really hurt.

Hey, listen, I'm returning a dress at your honey's place, so I'll be back.

And, oh, I'm hosting Thanksgiving, so are you bringing the wine?

Whatever. Ooh, you got a little battle scar there.

I hit my head on the bar. All right.

Well, I'll see you.

All right.

(quietly): Oh, man.

(sighs)

Oh, God.

Oh, man.

GINA: Promised my agent I'd meet him later for drinks.

He's a bit of a scenester. Any suggestions?

Oh, yeah, the After Dark-- it's right next-door,

and it's my boyfriend's club.

Boyfriend? Oh, you told me about the boutique

but not about the boyfriend.

Yeah. It's been kind of complex lately,

but I'll spare you the sordid details.

(laughs) What?

It's... it's just hard for me to imagine

anything in your life being sordid.

It always seems so perfect.

Mm.

Morning, ladies.

Morning.

Oh. It's on me.

Ah.

Mm.

Hey.

Hey.

(chuckles)

Hi. Whoa.

(clears throat loudly)

What was that?

What was what? Hi. I'm Steve.

Ah. Gina. Nice to meet you.

What, Donna?

Oh, nothing-- just that little chin thing she was doing.

It was nothing.

We had a little, you know, working breakfast, that's all.

DONNA: Mm, before noon.

Hmm, nice try.

No, that was all, really.

Oh. Okay.

You know those boys that had commitment fears,

like, even way back in the eighth grade? The ones who said

they'd go out with us as long as we didn't tell anyone?

That's how they turned out, right here.

Ha-ha. Excuse me.

We had sex, okay? I got her name right--

I don't see where the problem is. My bad.

(doorbell tinkles)

Noah, hey, uh, this is Gina.

Not right now, okay?

Uh, let me guess- the wrong guy in the eighth grade,

the one we always fell for.

Yeah. Exactly.

Who is he?

Oh.

Just my boyfriend.

(sighs): Good as new.

Valerie, you are a class act.

At least you return the things you steal.

Listen, I need to come over to the Walshes house later.

What, did you misplace your key, or lost it in the divorce?

No, I talked to Brandon.

He got his place in D.C., and he wants me

to send him the rest of his stuff.

Okay. Well, it's in the dining room.

Steve dumped it there in his mad dash

for the master suite. How's 9:00?

Yeah, whenever.

Oh, listen, um, Thanksgiving this week-- I'm hosting.

Hey. Walsh house, Thanksgiving.

Uh, love to.

Okay. Kel?

I'll let you know.

Okay. Bye.

Hi. Hey. Could you do me a favor?

Sure. Could you remind Donna about tomorrow's dance lesson?

Okay.

Oh, it's, uh, see, it's my grandparents'

50th wedding anniversary, and I want to wow Nana with a mean box step.

Donna agreed to help.

All right, I will be sure to tell Ginger

that you called, Fred.

All right.

Um...

you know, you should reconsider Thanksgiving.

Why?

Be nice to see you there.

I got next week's cover story.

You ready?

Justin and Terry Olson; they're married 15 years.

The catch is, she's allergic to him.

They have sex, she gets hives. It's perfect.

It's terrible-- there's no sex.

(groans): Oh, your worst nightmare.

Janet, a friend of mine says that two mature adults

can't have sex without immediately having commitment issues.

What do you think? Wrong.

I think you're right. Yeah, a bed-buddy situation is entirely possible

as long as both people are clear on the parameters.

Bed buddies? Parameters?

Mm-hmm. The rules of engagement.

For instance, I'm sure that you find me

equally as annoying as I find you.

Heck, yeah-- you're always correcting my grammar.

You're always cracking your neck.

You're stubborn. You tell horrible jokes.

You write in green pen.

Oh, yeah.

(laughs) Oh, yeah.

Well, the sex obviously hasn't changed our relationship.

Arty'd had enough.

Yeah, well, I was being demoted.

Chris, see, you're my agent--

that's supposed to upset you.

I'm supposed to get you work.

I can't do that when you get a bad reputation.

(laughs): What, from Arty bad-mouthing me? Please.

Wait, wh-what are there, two, three ice shows, max?

It's not like you got a lot of options.

I don't care-- there has to be something.

And I hope you find it.

What, are you... dropping me?

If you need anything...

I need a job.

If you need anything else,

you can always call.

Hey.

Is that your agent?

Oh, uh, yeah, he's, you know, he's always on the run,

late for the next big power meeting.

You okay?

(sighs): Sorry.

I-I... I had to fire Chris,

and it was just really hard.

He's been with me from the very beginning.

Oh. Yeah, that's terrible.

Yeah. He just wanted me to take some new gig right away.

Truth is, I'm just burned out,

so... I told him that, and he freaked.

Hey.

Hey.

You called; I'm here.

I'm Noah. Hi.

I'm Gina.

Gina, can you give us a second?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Look...

Oh, my God! What...

Are you okay?

I had an accident, all right?

What?

I was driving home and I blacked out.

I don't remember anything.

I think I hit somebody.

Oh...

Yeah. Can I help you?

No. I just wanted to see if you look as sexy as you sound.

Mind turning around for me?

(chuckles)

Uh, you know, I'm kind of in the middle of doing

a whole bunch of stuff.

Do they unchain you from these turntables

long enough for a dance break?

No.

No, unfortunately, they don't.

Then we'll just have to improvise.

Okay, we've got his books, his pictures...

Mmm. Ooh, these are love letters.

Give me those.

(chuckles) Smiley face. That's so cute.

Mmm. I remember when I sent him this one.

He was visiting his parents in Hong Kong.

And this one I hand delivered to the Beat because I missed him.

Oh, how Brandon and Kelly of you.

This one, I don't...

Is from you.

I never sent him a love letter.

"I love you, Brandon, like a sister.

"So, when I tell you that marrying Kelly

is a bad idea..."

Uh, you might want to give me that.

"I'm saying it for your own good. You should want more."

I'm sorry I said that.

So, you gave Brandon the idea to call off the wedding.

No, I didn't. I didn't.

He just... wanted my opinion.

Valerie, you are such a bitch.

Well, let me explain.

Don't even try.

(sighs)

(door opening and closing)

I know this is hard, but you're doing the right thing, okay?

(phone ringing)

(sighs)

I'm here about the hit and run from the other night.

You got some info on the guy who did it?

Yeah.

You're looking at him.

(birds chirping)

(door creaking)

Busted.

(laughing)

It's my low-rent alarm system.

Sorry. Overslept.

I'll call you.

That means you won't, right?

I'm not too up on the one-night-stand lingo.

David? Yes.

I'll call.

(sighs)

(chuckles)

(pager beeping)

(beeping stops)

(engine starting)

(groans) She forgot her beeper.

(car driving away)

(sighs)

(line ringing)

(phone rings)

Denise?

No. No. She's not here.

Who's this?

Just a friend. She-She left her pager here.

If you leave a message, I can try and track her down for you.

No, don't bother. She's probably on her way home now.

Who is this? Her roommate?

No. I'm her mother.

And I suggest you stay away

from Denise-- she's 17.

(line disconnects)

(phone beeps off)

KELLY: Did they press charges?

No, but they questioned him half the night.

And you're here, folding sweaters?

A welcome distraction.

Unlike, let's say, dance class

with Matt, which I really can't handle right now.

Kel, um, can I talk to you?

No, you lost that privilege last night.

Listen, I will talk to Matt about the dance classes.

You have enough on your mind. Thanks.

Well, the queen sure likes her subjects to grovel.

Val, you told Brandon not to marry her.

That's, like, the cruelest thing you've ever done.

How is she supposed to take that lightly?

You're right. It is a jagged little pill.

(sighs)

Brandon's gone now.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, it just seemed like he was your guardian angel,

always smoothing over your mistakes.

Well, he's gone.

So, if I were you, I'd either behave myself

or find a new group of friends.

(soft upbeat music playing)

(knocking)

Hey. Hi.

(chuckles)

(sighs)

May I help you?

Yeah. Do you have an antidote for Valerie?

Uh, yeah. Get to know her better.

Listen, um,

Donna wanted me to come up and tell you

that she's got some stuff going on

and she's not going to be able to make it tonight.

Oh...

She said she's really sorry.

You know, for some things, you don't mind

making a fool of yourself.

Yeah.

Well, I decided dance class just wasn't one of them.

(laughing)

Oh, come on. You can't be that bad.

No. I'm-I'm bad.

Really?

Yeah. Wait. What are you... What are you doing?

Let's see. Wait, no, no.

Come on, dazzle me. Maybe I'll be your polka partner.

Are you insured? (laughs)

Yeah?

Okay.

Just put your hand here. Okay.

Good. All right.

Now, just do what I do. All right. Good.

Yeah. Just, um...

Loosen up your-your hips a little.

My hips? Yeah.

Okay. Good.

So, that's it? Yeah.

Now, come with me this way.

This way. Oh.

Look. See?

Yeah. What if I do this?

That works.

(laughing)

Oh. All right.

I'll just keep doing this.

Can you hug or

snuggle or kiss?

Oh, yeah. Until I feel an itch coming on.

Why do you guys stay together?

We love each other.

Nothing we can do about that.

Yes. Well, that about covers it.

Um, thanks so much for coming in.

I'll give you a call,

if I think of anything else. Okay?

You guys tried all the ointments and everything, right?

Ointments, salves, balms, creams.

Acupuncture.

Latex?

That is depressing.

An impossible love story?

I think it's romantic.

This coming from a woman who's coined the term

"bed buddies."

I need 1,000 words by tomorrow.

Downplay the doctor's explanation.

But describe her condition in gory detail, okay?

Will do.

And Janet?

How about dinner?

We could discuss the sea monster sighting.

(laughs)

Sorry. I think that's against the rules.

I mean, by definition,

our interaction is strictly physical, right?

So there's no emotional investment whatsoever.

And besides, I already have a date tonight.

So you're suggesting we combine monogamous sex

with rampant dating?

Yeah. This offends you? It could.

I'll, um... I'll call you when he drops me off,

and, Steve, be prepared.

(slapping, groaning)

(growls)

WOMAN (over PA): Tony, we need a price check on two.

Price check on two.

Hey, Val. Hey.

What's up?

Um, nothing. Just getting stuff for Thursday.

Yeah. Kelly's got me grabbing some stuff, too.

Well, uh, Thanksgiving's at the Walsh house.

No. Kelly called

and said everybody was going to the beach apartment.

Well, they're not.

MAN: Grab me that pumpkin. That big one over there.

Everybody knows about the letter you wrote.

It was pretty harsh, even for you.

Brandon was asking everybody

for advice. I'm sorry if I'm the only one

who has guts to tell him the truth.

You know what? Forget it.

I-I don't care.

I could call Kelly.

No. No. It's okay. It's okay. Um...

I got the last of the yams,

so you should probably take those.

And, um, cranberry sauce. (muttering in protest)

You should take that and-and green beans.

Val. I've got this great recipe for that.

I've got all... And a baster.

You need the baster. Val.

And dressing, yeah. Dressing.

And, you know what? You need the turkey pan.

God, I hate her.

(sighs)

GINA: With the buyout deal I'm negotiating

with the cabaret, I'll be able to take my time

deciding which offer to take. Here you go.

Okay, selfishly,

I hope you take the one in LA.

It would be like old times, you know?

Oh. Yeah. Right.

You in Beverly Hills and me on the other side of the tracks.

Come on. I never saw it like that.

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

It's just that, you know...

My mom, she used to always say that.

You know, Felice was always

the beautiful sister married to the successful doctor.

And everything she had, my mom wanted.

It was stupid. I told her that, but she was just...

bitter, I guess.

Your credit card was rejected.

Nuh-uh. (chuckling)

Oh, my God. I don't believe this.

Look, it's okay. It's on the house, all right?

Thanks.

It's so stupid. I guess when I quit,

they must have canceled my expense account.

I'll just go call and clear it up.

Is there a phone?

Okay, great.

So, have you heard anything?

Cops did a paint sample today.

Somebody heard they found red scrapes on the kid's bike.

Same as mine.

You're out late.

(laughing)

Well, I'm not the one with the curfew, Denise.

You know, it's funny.

I didn't recognize your voice.

I guess I should pay a little more attention to my call-ins.

Your pager's inside. I'll get it, and you can go.

I'm sorry.

I wanted to tell you how old I was.

It just didn't come up.

You don't look 17.

Well, if you had to put up with my parents,

you'd grow up fast, too. Really?

That's original. You should keep using that one.

David, we're in big trouble.

(sighs)

I got into this huge fight with my parents.

We started screaming, and everything came out.

They know about us.

Denise, there is no "us."

I pushed them too far this time.

They told me

they're not gonna let this blow over.

So what does that mean?

They want to report you to the police.

Are you family?

Yeah, he's my brother.

He hasn't regained consciousness.

Thank you.

Did I tell you I ran into Val

yesterday at the store?

Hopefully, with your cart.

How come you didn't tell me

she was planning on making dinner, too?

It didn't come up.

Well, she's pretty hurt.

Everyone's abandoning her,

and you seem to be the ringleader.

Poor Valerie, always the victim, right?

Well, kicking her around isn't' gonna help anything.

Don't defend her.

I'm not. I just... You don't understand.

That she's completely damaged and inhuman?

Yes, I understand, David.

But you don't understand why.

And I don't want to.

Her father molested her,

and didn't stop until she shot him.

She killed her father.

I didn't know.

No one did.

I think that's part of the problem.

I gotta go.

Hey, wait, wait, wait.

Make it quick. I need coffee.

About this

"bed buddies" thing...

I think we need to make some adjustments.

Well, if it ain't broke, don't fix it.

Not fix, just, um,

fine-tune it a little bit.

We see each other every day,

and now pretty much every night, too.

I know we said

we'd keep emotions out of this, but...

I'm seeing Andy again tonight.

Oh.

We're going to a 7:00 movie,

and then we're gonna have dinner, and then

I should be home, like, around 11:00.

I can't believe you're so casual about this.

Is there a reason for me not to be?

Reason?

Yeah, like, I'm spending too much money going out every night

or it's affecting my work or you're jealous.

Jealous? I'm not jealous.

Why would you say I'm jealous?

I'm not jealous.

I didn't say you were jealous.

Good, 'cause I'm not.

Well, then we're clear.

No emotions.

No emotions. (sighs)

Can I help you?

Mrs. O'Lare, I'm David Silver.

I figured we should talk before things got...

How dare you?

How dare you come to our home?

Denise told me you're upset. That's why I'm here.

Figured we could talk face-to-face

and straighten this out. We have a misunderstanding.

No, Mr. Silver, what we have is a felony.

It's called "statutory rape."

If you'll just let me explain...

You can explain it to a judge.

Can we just talk?

Get out of here or I'm calling the police.

Okay.

(knocking)

I'm here to help with Thanksgiving.

Oh, damn it!

I'm trying here, Valerie.

Yeah? And why the sudden change of heart, huh?

Well, I talked to David,

and he told me everything about your father.

So you stocked up on pity and decide to bring some over?

Look for another

charity case. It's not gonna be me.

This is not about pity, Valerie.

Whatever it is, I don't need it.

And I certainly don't need you.

What you do need is a friend,

and I'm really trying to be one here.

(sighs)

Good-bye.

I'm not leaving until you agree to let me help with dinner.

What are you doing?

What dinner?

Just go.

Fine.

Don't trip over the bird on your way out.

Hey, hey, no! What are you doing?

(hoarsely): Seven, eight, nine.

You said that you stopped.

That kid that I hit, he was only 16.

His name was Mark.

"Was"?

He didn't make it.

I can't even look at you.

I'll go, okay?

Hey. Hey.

Off the wagon already?

I can't even stay here.

Is that horrible?

No, not at all.

I'm just so scared that he's gonna do something crazy.

You know what? He's acting like a baby.

He needs a sitter.

Lucky for you, I'm very experienced.

Thanks, Gina.

You're welcome.

Kamikaze shot.

Unless you plan on dancing on the bar,

you better sip that.

Okay, thanks for the tip.

No problem.

Hey!

Hey!

What happened to Andy?

Oh, uh, he had this, uh,

last-minute late-night thing that he had to do...

Uh-huh. I like Dave.

so he rescheduled.

When he pretends that he's the president

and actually rebalances the budget.

I didn't cancel the date.

It was just scheduling.

Or when the Secret Service guy tells him

that he'll take a bullet for him?

He didn't blow me off. It was a rain check.

I love that movie. What? What?

Dave-- the movie you're renting.

Oh, well, it's the last copy, so...

What do you say we watch it together?

No, we can't.

Why not? It's pretty obvious you're up for some romance.

Yeah, with someone else.

Ouch.

Steve, I am...

No, no. (chuckles) It's okay.

It's funny, though.

You were the one who said you wanted

to keep our relationship emotion-free.

Yeah, I-I did. I am.

Why do you hate me so much?

You're trying to forget,

and you almost forget what you're trying to forget.

It's okay, huh?

Uh, yeah. (chuckles)

Oh, watch it there, cowboy.

Where'd you say Donna was again?

She's home.

She's okay, right?

Yeah, she's perfect.

Wait, wait, wait.

Good man.

What?

Come on. Come on.

MAN: Whoa, we got a winner here.

(both chuckle)

(sighs) What's next?

What are you...?

I don't know.

The thing has to warm up or something.

So what's your secret?

I don't have one.

No, no, you were dancing

like someone who wants to forget. I know.

Forget what? I don't know.

You tell me, Kamikaze.

Hey.

Hi.

Cappuccino, please.

Long day?

Well, I've been defending this woman

who shoplifted a pair of shoes for her kid.

They want to lock her up for six months.

That doesn't seem fair.

Well, I mean, we won,

but at first I wasn't so sure.

That ever happen to you?

My relationship with Brandon, my career.

I thought you were a jerk.

Really?

And then you saw how I danced, of course.

It was something like this. The hips, right?

(both laugh)

Hey, David, hi. Hey, hey.

I was just... Dancing, yeah.

Well... Good.

Yeah, I gotta get going. Hi, Kel.

Hi.

Can I talk to you just for a minute?

Oh, should I leave?

It's fine.

I met this girl at the club,

and she came by my house afterwards.

And I found out the next morning she's 17.

Her parents are freaking out.

Please tell me I have nothing to worry about.

Well, if her parents are getting involved,

they may be thinking statutory rape.

Yeah, but it was completely consensual.

But if she's a minor, that doesn't matter.

Wait a minute.

David, you said you met her at The After Dark,

then she must have been lying about her age.

Kelly's right. That might help your case.

This is unreal.

I mean, she came on to me.

And I'm sure she did, but unfortunately,

the law doesn't take that into account.

Now, David, depending on her credibility,

you can be looking at jail time.

NOAH: Adam Stein.

(laughing): Adam Stanley, I said.

The wrong guy.

Yes, the wrong guy.

The one I fell for in the eighth grade.

(groaning)

If it's the wrong guy, why did you fall for him?

'Cause Donna did first.

(chuckles)

But sooner or later, he fell for me.

Noah.

Noah. Hey. Wake up.

Hey.

I wanted to be the first to tell you.

They caught the hit and run driver.

It was some woman in Pasadena. It was on the news this morning.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm positive.

You didn't do it.

Thank you.

Mmm?

Hey, what are those?

Oh, these are just some goofy pictures that we took.

Yeah? Let me see.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'll...

I should probably show them to you later.

You guys probably want to talk, right?

Okay.

Look, I don't know what to say.

Say it's over.

It is. I promise.

"Calamine: A Love Story."

It's very catchy, don't you think?

I think you could have waited

till after Thanksgiving to show me this.

Well, no. I needed your opinion 'cause you said you wanted

to accentuate our look, so...

how much red should the photo people add to her hives?

I'll think about it over the holiday and get back to you.

Here.

What's that?

It's Dave. It doesn't have to be returned till Monday.

I still don't know why we couldn't watch it together.

Because...

if we acted like a couple, we'd be a couple.

That's bad?

Yeah. It's awful.

Why?

Because one of us would get hurt.

Probably me.

I'll get the plates.

I'll get the glasses.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Incoming.

Where to? Living room.

Let's see. Uh...

I could say I'm sorry for the way I've treated you.

But I wouldn't believe you.

And you could apologize for all the crap you've put me through.

And you'd have every right to be skeptical.

So, I guess we're even?

Yeah.

Let's try and keep it that way.

What did you tell them?

Nothing.

Just that this was the place to celebrate.

Oh, uh...

There's no more pie left.

I kind of ate it.

So, are we supposed to shake hands or something?

Something. Come here.

Oh, listen. Um, help me pack up these boxes in my car later.

I'll mail them to Brandon on Monday.

Actually, they're not Brandon's.

So, I hear you might be staying in town for a while.

Uh, yeah.

I'm weighing my options.

I think there might be a lot for me here.

Cool.

Just please tell me I'm not going to go to jail

over this stupid thing.

You're not.

I'm not. See, I don't believe that.

Paranoid, freaking out.

(sighs)

Hey.

I was driving around and I saw a smashed Dumpster

a few blocks from the club.

I think that's what I hit.

You're very lucky.

Okeydoke. Dinner is served.

Oh, cheers. Hey.

(clearing throat)

Is this anyone's?

No. I'm gonna start with this one.

Um, listen up. I-I have an announcement to make.

I've been doing a lot of thinking this last week

about my life and where I want it to go.

And I've made a decision.

I'm leaving.

My mom asked me to move back home.

I accepted and my plane leaves tonight.

This may shock you,

but I've always wanted to be a part of this group.

I know sometimes that...

my methods were a little off.

And I know sometimes I hurt people.

But I'm thankful that I have friends who know how to forgive.

So, happy Thanksgiving.

Cheers.

And, um, no sappy good-byes

'cause I really can't stand them.

Cheers. Cheers.

ALL: Cheers.

You know, I would have taken you.

No, it's okay.

Holiday traffic and stuff.

Thanks.

Call when you get there.

Yeah.

Thanks. Thank you.

(sighs)

What's wrong?

I'm going to miss you.

I'm going to miss you, too.

(car door opening and closing)

(sniffling)

Uh, why don't you come with me?

(laughing)

I can't. I can't just pick up and go.

Yeah, I know.

Well, um...

Here goes.

Mm-hmm.

Time to look to the future and never look back.

Never, ever look back.

Bye.

Bye.

(engine starting)

Okay, so I'm thinking. You. Matt. Potential. Hello?

Oh, possibly.

Hey, Donna. I need to call my mom. Can I use Noah's room?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Hey, I want to see those pictures you guys took.

Oh, yeah. I wanted to show them to you

and now I can't find them anywhere.

Hmm.

She seems nice.

Yeah? You know, I was thinking, if she decides to stay,

maybe she could take the third bedroom,

if that's okay. Yeah.

Yeah, that'd be great. She'll fit right in.

Cool.

Yeah, it's pretty unbelievable.

WOMAN: Life on that side of the tracks always is.

Are you ready for this? Donna owns her own boutique.

And how is my dear sister Felice?

Seen the rich bitch yet?

No, Mom, but I've decided to stay for a while.

Here you go. Thanks.

And, um...

I had a really great time tonight.

Good. I'm glad. So did I.

Consider it the first of many.

I will.

(chuckles)

Yeah...

To the curb.

"To the curb..."

(sighs)

Dylan!

Hey, man! Hey, buddy.

Right on!

Come on in. Oh, it's good to see you!

How you doing, brother?

What are you doing here, man?

Oh, my God!

You on vacation or something?

I guess I lost my invite in the mail, huh?

How long you back for?

I don't know. You know, you just missed Valerie.

How's Brenda?

Why don't you call her and ask her?

Sorry. We're just excited to see you.

It's okay. It's good to be seen.

Aw.

What's going on?

Happy Thanksgiving, Kel.

So, when did you get in?

I cleared customs about an hour ago.

You don't look happy to see me.

I'm just, um... shocked.

How long are you staying?

I don't know.

But I'm still waiting for my hug.

Sorry.

Hey.

(chuckles)

I've been saving this for a special occasion.

Oh, and there is no more special an occasion

than this very occasion.

Close your eyes. Whoo!

DAVID: That was beautiful.

Cups? Oh...

Who's that guy?

DAVID: Cups? Cups? Huh?

He's, um, an old friend.

Hmm.

To Dylan.

Back amongst the living.

For the moment. Cheers.

ALL: Cheers.

Cheers. (chuckling)