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My advice?

Don't do it.

But my visa's about to expire.

Well, when it does, you should go back,

and you'll apply for another one.

What if she doesn't get it?

Well, I'm-I'm sorry, but getting married

so you can obtain a green card is against the law.

Well, that's your your advice, right?

What are the facts?

Well, the Immigration and Naturalization Service

is up to its ass with aliens trying to gain citizenship

through fake marriages to U.S. citizens.

Consequently, the, uh...

The INS requires an I-130 petition.

Right. And a sense that the marriage is real, all right?

We're talking about evidence of a courtship, a wedding,

a lease, joint bank accounts, uh, affidavits

from friends and relatives-- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Uh, we have to get other people to lie for us, too?

Bringing me to my next point.

The penalties for fraud.

Up to $25,000 and five years in jail for you.

What about her?

Well, deportation.

No hope of reentry.

What if the INS doesn't catch us?

Well, within two years, Claudia will get her green card,

and, uh, you both live happily ever after.

(rock instrumental blaring)

Nervous?

No.

Why would I be nervous?

You might be going out with Cole Younger, that's why.

Oh, right.

Well, I did have this really big, life-sized poster of him

above my bed when I was in high school.

I don't listen to his music anymore.

Oh, so you don't want your name in the raffle then?

Well, maybe.

I put it in there.

It's not like I'm going to win or anything.

There must be, like,

what... a hundred names in there?

Dylan just told me-- the fix is in.

Say hi to Cole for me.

Hey, hey.

All right, it's time to find out who wins their fantasy dinner

before tomorrow night's concert

with the one and only Cole Younger.

(applause and cheering)

Hey.

Did I ever mention what a ridiculously huge crush

I've always had on Cole Younger?

Yeah, well, one, two dozen times.

Yeah, I think so, yeah.

(laughs) Well, good luck.

Dylan?

Thank you so much.

For what?

Dylan? For what?

Come on. (giggles)

(drum roll) Here we go.

I'll tell you what--

uh, the winner is, ladies and gentlemen...

(rim shot plays)

...Miss Kelly Taylor!

(laughing)

(applause)

I told her you rigged the drawing for her.

Great.

No, no, no.

Yeah, you float any higher, I might get jealous.

GINA: You should be, actually.

KELLY: Oh, come on. Over some silly rock star?

Dylan fixed the drawing,

and he could've chosen anyone.

He chose your girlfriend.

Uh, she's a fan. So am I.

I didn't know that.

Okay, you are making way too much of this.

I don't think so.

Neither should you.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

MATT: Hi. Are you

facing a lawsuit?

Got creditors breathing down your neck?

Have you been wrongfully dismissed?

In need of a will to protect your loved ones?

If so, call me, Matt Durning,

at 555-0170,

for good, solid legal advice.

Call now.

(laughs)

Well, that was definitely you.

Uh, it felt weird.

Uh, why am I doing this again?

Mmm... Can you help me with that?

Electric bill, phone bill, rent.

I know; I know I need more clients,

but advertising on TV-- it's just not...

It's no worse than soliciting at the courthouse,

or through referrals.

I feel like I'm hustling.

I... It's just... (mutters)

All right, maybe we should just take a break.

Yeah, maybe-maybe... maybe we should...

you know?

What's wrong?

Nothing; it...

I just don't feel like

I'm where I want to be right now.

With... work?

Right. Listen...

if this is about Dylan and the raffle last night--

it meant nothing. I know.

Do you?

Yeah... Yeah, I do.

Good.

Okay, then, about the commercial.

Mmm.

I really don't think that we have quite what we need yet.

(sighs)

So, will you let me help you, please?

Hmm.

Ah, it depends.

What do you have in mind? What...?

You'll see. (quiet laugh)

You're firing me? STEVE: I'm sorry.

When I hired a psychic,

I wanted someone who could make predictions.

I made predictions.

Global warming is not a prediction; it's a fact.

It's also a fact that Tom Cruise

will earn over $20 million in his next picture.

And it's also a fact

that Bill Clinton will be involved in a sex scandal.

Well, at least I'm accurate.

What we need is outrageous.

Something like

when the next big one's gonna rock Los Angeles,

or what big Hollywood star will come out of the closet next.

Or when I'm ever gonna get a real job.

WOMAN: You want outrageous.

I can give you outrageous.

By week's end,

you will be unable to perform as a man,

and... you will dress in pink.

Well, you have to admit, it is outrageous.

Yeah. Yeah.

Still, I'm sorry.

I think we're gonna need to take the paper

in a, uh, different direction.

Well, have it your way.

But mark my words:

impotent, pretty in pink.

Yeah, like that could ever happen to me.

Please. I don't even wear pink.

It doesn't go with my eyes.

DONNA: Hurry up. We're gonna be late.

We're not gonna be late. Will you...?

DAVID: Donna, hey. Hey.

Just who I was looking for. Oh.

Hey, what's up? What's up, man?

Actually, Noah and I are headed over to West Beverly High.

I'm helping with the costumes for a play they're putting on.

Can it wait?

Well it's-it's kind of important.

Claudia and I are getting married.

What? Congratulations, man.

I know it's kind of sudden.

Kind of?!

But if we don't do it now, um,

well, she might be deported.

So you're doing it to keep her here. Cool.

I'm glad you think so. I can't believe that you think so.

David, hello.

Marriage? To someone you hardly know.

Are you out of your mind?

Yeah, probably.

Look, we need a dress.

Nothing special.

Nothing special for a wedding dress.

Wait, I mean... do you love her?

Yeah. Yeah, I think I do.

You think, but you don't know.

We need a dress.

Can she come by tomorrow or not?

Yeah... sure.

Whatever makes you happy.

Thank you.

(knocking on door)

Hey. Dylan.

Is Gina around?

I have not checked her side of the apartment.

What do you mean her side?

Listen, Dylan...

(clears throat)

...about the raffle thing.

I really appreciate it,

but I don't think it was such a good idea.

Why not?

How about because you have a girlfriend,

and I have a boyfriend, and they have feelings.

Kel, it's just a gift, okay?

From one friend to another friend.

I have to admit the idea of meeting Cole Younger is...

Mmm. ...pretty good.

I mean, come on, now,

as long as I've known you, all you have talked about is

Cole Younger, Cole Younger, and now,

you get to go out with him, have dinner,

talk about his music,

have him sign your... stomach.

(giggles)

It'll be fun. Mmm.

Wow. The happy couple.

Let's just talk about it, okay?

Let's just not talk about it.

(door closes, Kelly clears her throat)

NOAH: I mean, David

might be doing the wrong thing,

but, you know, he's doing it for the right reasons.

Well, okay, that's fine for a lot of things,

but not for marriage.

Wait, wait, wait, stop, stop.

I don't want that girl to see us.

Who?

Don't look. Don't look.

Her name's Ashley Reese.

She was my Big Sister when I was a freshman in high school.

You don't like her?

No, she doesn't like me.

Well, she did until I joined the drama club.

Oh, it's like an actress thing, right?

It's ridiculous.

She was so nice, and it's, like,

one day she just completely turned on me.

Well... Donna Martin.

What are you doing here? Ashley.

I'm making the costumes for the play.

Gee... you've come a long way.

Ashley, this is my boyfriend.

Yeah, I'm sure.

I gotta go.

Whatever. Like I said, total drama queen.

You're not kidding.

All right, two-minute break.

We've still got a lot of work to do.

So, my, uh, 3,000th production.

What do you think?

It's bad, right?

Direction-wise?

Excellent as usual.

Hmm.

As for the costumes...

You're ditching out on me.

No. I just wanted to show you what I worked up last night.

I knew you wouldn't let me down.

(both laugh)

Okay, places.

I need Mercutio and Romeo, stage left,

Juliet, uh, right.

WOMAN: Okay. Romeo.

So, what do you think?

If I wanted drama when I was in high school,

we had a food fight.

But, uh, this is pretty amazing.

It's all thanks to Mr. Bigelow.

Well, the kids love him.

Oh, they always have.

He's just... he just one of those

rare inspirational teachers, you know.

ASHLEY: For never was a story

of more woe

than this of Juliet

and her Romeo.

ASHLEY: You want more?

I remember them all.

How about Congreve:

Heaven hath no rage like love to hatred turn.

Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

What is she doing?

NOAH: She's drunk.

Ashley, what a surprise.

In case the kids don't see the report I filed on you.

Uh, could we take this up later?

You know-- how to sell a phrase,

hit a mark, captivate an audience.

You still teaching the girls that?

Ashley, why don't we go outside.

And forget the stage kiss?

Or the slow seduction after the wine bit?

Come on, you're embarrassing yourself.

Or how important it was to keep quiet

after repeatedly molesting me, huh?

You're still teaching the girls that?

Ashley. No.

Steve,

you're gonna be late.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

Uh, look, about last night, I--

I'm sorry, I...

Oh, no reason you should be.

I psyched myself out, that's all.

It happens.

Oh, yeah, it has nothing

to do with Zoe.

Yeah, yeah,

Zoe and her dumb predictions.

(chuckles)

Like that could happen to me.

Exactly.

I happen to be a very virile young man.

Not just virile-- you're-you're sexy.

Sexy, sexy, sexy.

Very sexy. You know,

the truth is, I've always been a morning guy.

You want to catch Steverino at his peak,

you set the ol' sex-o-meter to a.m. and...

Boo-yah!

(whooping like Curly of the Three Stooges)

What?

Pretty in pink.

(screams)

Is this some kind of joke?

No.

No. You just forgot

to separate your-your reds from your whites in your laundry.

It happens all the time.

Yeah... yeah, it happens.

Oh, God, I'm in pink.

(screams)

DAVID: We've got towers, we've got pyramids, camels,

mountains, we have trees, huh?

How about rain?

I can't do rain.

No one's going to buy this.

Oh, no, we'll shoot it tight and it'll work.

It's gotta work.

We have to do what Matt said.

You see, we've got to document our relationship.

The one we don't have.

Well, aren't you a good sport.

Let's go change.

Okay.

I'll keep my back turned, okay?

I'll... Okay.

Okay.

Uh... honeymoon.

Honeymoon. Deer Valley.

Stein-Erickson Lodge,

and four days skiing.

I was snowboarding.

Snowboarding, I was gonna... Don't forget that.

Okay, okay, okay.

Restaurants.

Restaurants, in Park City.

Uh-huh. Five minutes by shuttle.

I loved them.

You, mmm, didn't love them much, but...

We don't match.

Waist up, we'll shoot it from the waist up.

All right?

Here... you go.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Good. Yeah? Put that on.

Put that on. Okay, okay. Okay.

Want to zip that up?

(groaning)

Would you trust me?

Okay. Here? Okay.

Okay.

More honeymoon stuff.

Did I fall?

Uh, yeah, first day, you twisted your ankle.

Mm-hmm, and later, we got in our first fight...

(timer clicks, whirrs)

...over Donna disapproving of me.

Yep.

To make up, you bought me earrings.

I said too expensive.

You said, "I don't care." I don't care.

Right.

Timer's running a little slow,

I guess, there, um... Okay, yeah.

Did we make love?

Yeah. Oh.

It was unbelievable.

Well, of course it was.

(both laugh)

MAN: Go ahead, set it up.

Hey.

Hey. Wow.

Did, uh, you forget something?

The driver said he had everything. Driver?

The limo driver.

He just left.

To get Cole Younger?

Yeah, he said you were with him.

I just got here.

Well, then who's in the car?

Oh. Hi.

I'm Kelly Taylor.

He did it, you know.

He molested me.

Ashley, I'm just closing up...

Remember that night I came to you crying?

Yeah.

Yeah, you said your parents had been fighting.

That's because I was too ashamed

to admit what really happened.

So, why didn't you go to the police?

I did.

Yesterday. No.

Why didn't you go nine years ago?

Because I thought it was my fault.

For a long time.

WOMAN: Yeah, I do. WOMAN 2: Okay, well, just follow me.

But I don't anymore.

That's why I came to rehearsal.

To tell him that he's not gonna get away with what he did.

And are the police gonna do anything?

I don't know.

I mean, look at me.

I drink.

I can't sustain a job or a relationship.

I admit it.

That's why I need you to back me up.

I don't know anything.

Don't you remember how inappropriate he was?

How he use to hug all the girls

and give us all back rubs?

He taught theater.

The course was in loosening up.

I'm telling the truth.

Look, Mr. Bigelow-- he gave me self-confidence.

He taught me to believe in myself and that's it.

Nothing more.

So you're not gonna help me?

You're obviously...

troubled.

Troubled.

In pain.

And... I really do wish

there was something I could do, but...

No, I... I understand.

♪ Keep hold ♪

♪ Something's here ♪

♪ Nothing's gone... ♪

Hello. Can I...?

Uh...!

A hundred waitresses in this place

and I can't get one of 'em to bring us a drink.

Hey, um, what do you say we just bag this concert.

Bag Cole Younger? Are you crazy?

Well, you're obviously in a foul mood.

Foul mood? (sarcastic chuckle)

(screeching): Excuse me!

(sighs)

What do you say

we just go home, open up a bottle of wine,

cuddle up by the fire.

And do what?

Play canasta?

Maybe watch I Love Lucy reruns for the next

12 hours, I don't think so.

You know what, Steve?

Everything's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be all right.

It doesn't-- it doesn't really matter.

Did you just say, "It doesn't matter"?

No.

No, it couldn't be.

My ears must be hearing wrong.

Because anyone in their right mind,

any caring, sensitive human being would surely know

that where the issue of sex is concerned

nothing else matters.

Okay, you need to take a deep breath.

All right? Ready?

In and out.

In...

out.

Is this some kind of subliminal attempt,

you know, to kind of like turn me on kind of thing?

Excuse me.

I'd like a drink.

Girlfriend and I would like a drink.

Go ahead.

Oh, um... penis colada.

And make it a stiff one.

Oh.

(chuckling): Oh. Oh.

(chuckling): Oh.

Ugh.

Why did you ever drop out of theater?

You had such potential.

Oh, it's a long story.

Hmm. Which begins and ends with Ashley Reese.

Am I right?

I think we should stick

to talking about the costumes.

What she claims happened didn't.

I'm sure it didn't.

I could sue, you know.

I'm thinking about it.

Do you have any idea

why she would make such a terrible accusation?

No.

Other than she was...

obsessed with me.

Well, I think most of the girls had crushes on you.

Not like Ashley. I...

I remember trying to keep my distance.

She must've mistaken it for rejection.

Well, her parents were splitting up.

Then I wrote a lukewarm letter of recommendation.

She, uh... didn't get into Julliard.

Yeah.

Yeah, I remember how angry she got.

That explains a lot.

Not enough for the school board.

They've scheduled a hearing.

Guilty until proven innocent, right?

Um, some of the students

and parents drafted this letter of support.

Your family means a lot in the community.

Normally, I... I wouldn't ask.

Now you don't have to.

Thanks, Donna.

I mean it.

Sure.

(cheering, applause)

Ladies and gentlemen,

the reason you're all here tonight,

Mr. Cole Younger.

(applause, cheering and whooping)

I'd like to dedicate my first song tonight

to, uh, to Kelly Taylor.

(rock intro playing)

♪ Hey, babe, I like the way you move ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, so sexy, like your attitude... ♪

You have got a lot of nerve.

Oh, hi, yeah, I do.

Listen, Cole thinks that you are amazing.

Kelly, I'm sorry.

And if you're really nice to me,

I might introduce you to him as my only cousin.

See you later.

♪ It's like a photograph of you in your eyes... ♪

I hope it was worth it.

Yeah, it was.

Glad to hear it.

Good.

Don't wait up.

(banging on door)

COLE: Hang on!

I said hang on already! Geez!

(banging continues)

What, I didn't do enough encores

at your cheesy little club last night?

No, you were cheesy enough.

You just didn't bring your date home.

Didn't know Kelly had a curfew.

Her name is Gina.

Who?

(door opening)

Get dressed, I'll take you home.

No, thanks.

I'm gonna go to the hotel spa.

I said we're leaving.

I heard what you said.

Shut the door on your way out.

(grunting)

Oh, my God! What, what are you, insane?

You can't go around hitting people with doors.

I can.

Are you coming with me?

No.

I saw the petition you signed.

Ashley, I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do.

You could give me the benefit of the doubt, not him.

No, I can't.

Remember doing Our Town?

No.

His working with you, one on one?

I said that I don't.

It's when I stepped in and I started yelling at you.

Accusing you of trying to steal my boyfriend.

One of your many lies.

All designed so that you'd hate me.

You wanted me to hate you?

Desperately.

Why?

So that you'd stay

as far away from me as possible.

And as far from Bigelow.

Why? Because he was coming after me next?

Please.

Because he has a public face

and he has a private one.

Look.

Yeah, I remember that.

He was in the act of giving it to you when I stepped in.

Right.

When he saw me, he put it away

and what you didn't see was that there's a key attached to it.

A key?

Like this one.

It's to his apartment.

So you're saying that you stepped in to protect me?

And I really need you to step in for me.

(grunts)

Well?

Everybody fails from time to time.

That's very comforting.

You just need to relax.

Relax? You're telling me to relax?

Doc, little Stevie doesn't want to come out to play.

You're telling me to relax?

You want a prescription?

Jazz.

Jazz?

Miles Davis, John Coltrane--

the only original American art form.

Works for me.

Well, look, I'm glad it works for you,

but, Doc, I was thinking of something

a little more medicinal.

Your only problem is performance anxiety, Steve.

Nothing more. (laughing): Doc...

there is nothing more.

Now, I know a lot of old geezers come in here

and you're just riffling out the Viagra,

how about some here, huh?

You're not a candidate for Viagra.

But I think I may have something else

that's, uh, more suitable for your condition.

Well, is it a pill or a salve?

Well, it's not Miles Davis.

But I think it will do the trick.

Knock on wood.

...so call now for a free introductory consultation.

I'm hands-on, I'm smart and I'm on your side.

See? That is the Matt Durning I know and love.

Yeah, well, that's too bad.

Yeah, your-- let me just fix this.

Wait, no, I just...

What, what's the matter?

The guy on that tape is not me, that's...

Well, it could be.

I mean, to attract clients.

I told you, it's not personal.

It is.

It is. I mean, you don't like who I am.

You don't like my hair, you don't like the way I dress,

this, this, this, tie, hello!

It looks good on camera.

You know, this may come

as a shock to you, but I like who I am.

Matt, so do I.

Kelly, I'm an attorney, okay?

I'm not a... I'm not a rock star.

All right, if this is about Cole Younger...

Please, it's not about Cole Younger.

It's about who it's always about.

Dylan.

You want the rebel, you want the guy

you shouldn't be with, then you know, fine.

That's not what I want, Matt. Really?

Well, you could've fooled me.

Hey.

Hey. Gina call?

Uh, no, uh, nothing on the machine.

Wedding pics.

You did it, huh?

Gonna do it.

Doesn't the, uh, party usually follow the ceremony?

Yeah, well, why be traditional, you know?

Well, I'll be out by the end of the week.

Why? Where are you going?

Well, you two are newlyweds, man.

I just, I figured you'd want the place to yourself.

Oh, no, no. No rush.

I haven't even given

notice to my apartment yet.

Excuse me.

She's a nice girl, man. You did good.

What's that?

It's important to take a lot of pictures.

It's, um, for the immigration people.

You know, help convince them.

What's this?

Our trip to Egypt.

It's, it's a camel.

Are you all right?

I'm extremely all right.

Oh?

(laughing): Oh!

Oh... !

La, la, la, la, la!

Well, just so you know we're on a deadline.

Oh, that's okay, this won't take long.

Oh, how romantic.

I mean I don't know how long it's gonna last.

Oh, yeah, right, I'm sorry.

What?

What-What if it doesn't?

What doesn't?

Doesn't last?

Oh, I'm, I'm sure it will.

But like what if it, uh, if it ends...

in the middle, prematurely?

Steve, it's, it's, it's going to be great.

I have never been premature in my life.

Steve... whatever happens, I don't care.

I appreciate that, Janet.

But I do.

HOLLY: Good night.

Good night as sweet repose and rest

come to thy heart as that within my breast.

Wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?

Kiss her.

No, Chad.

Chad, Juliet's the love of your life.

You're, you're filled with passion.

You have to take her.

O, wilt thou leave me

so unsatisfied?

See, Chad? It's like that.

You, uh...

Just let your passion drive you, both of you.

Okay?

And that's it for class.

Anyway, good work today.

Good job. Bye. See you later.

Hi.

Hi.

You're really good. Thanks.

I'm Donna Martin.

I used to be in Mr. Bigelow's class.

He's great, right?

The best.

He's about the only one who understands us.

Yeah, he always was.

Well, I have to go. You know...

he used to invite students back to his place to rehearse.

He ever invite you back?

You're one of those people telling lies about him.

No... No, I'm really not.

I just, I'm just trying to find out the truth.

You're sick.

How was the spa?

It was nice to be pampered.

I could get used to it.

Yeah, I bet you could.

You know, I think I liked you better

when you lost your temper.

At least then, you were pretending to care.

Don't forget your toothbrush.

You're so cool, aren't you Dylan?

Nothing affects you, right?

You spent the night with that guy to get a reaction out of me?

You got one.

Isn't what you wanted?

I wanted to feel safe.

Is that too much to ask?

I just want to know...

that if I give you something,

you're not just going to take it and run.

That's the least you could do.

I don't think I can do that.

I know you can't.

I hate you!

I hate you back.

React to me! I hate you!

Come on!

Your predictions did not come true.

In spades.

Am I right?

Oh, well, he happens to have a medical condition.

Hey! You're the girlfriend.

My condolences.

We want you back.

How'd he look in pink?

We'll double your salary.

Can't alter a prediction.

I'll triple it if you do.

I'll speak with the Fates this afternoon.

Do that.

Provided I get

the first month's salary in advance.

I'll write the check.

(phone ringing)

Beverly Beat.

Dr. Mortimer, yes.

STEVE: Well, yeah, the pills worked mechanically.

But you know, I don't want to rely on the synthetic stuff.

STEVE: A placebo?!

I'll be going now. It was a sugar pill?!

So, I didn't need anything after all.

I'll call you back.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, everything's great.

Just like it always was.

So, what do you want to do about Zoe?

Nothing.

Uh-- stop payment on her check.

She'll never predict that.

(cackling)

I didn't do anything with Cole.

I'm glad.

Really.

That's it?

You're not going to ask me any questions?

What kind of questions? Questions.

Like jealousy questions,

questions that couples ask each other,

doubts that you... You know what?

You, uh, you think too much.

You get the answer you want, you got to just let it go.

Let it go. Yep.

Right.

Have you ever cheated on me?

No.

No. Not even in Mexico with Kelly?

No.

No?

Let it go.

Right. Let it go.

All right, I'm letting it go.

Is it going?

It's going.

So... blood tests.

We should make an appointment.

I'm going back home, David.

What are you talking about?

We both know that's the only way to make what we have real.

If you go, they might not let you come back.

I know.

I would've gone through with it.

I want you to know that.

I do.

And it means everything to me.

So stay.

You'd hate me if I did.

Maybe not tomorrow

or... (sighs)

or the next day, but eventually.

You would regret it.

So would I.

I'm going to miss you.

Me, too.

(bell ringing) HOLLY: I'm not talking

to either one of you.

I've got a class.

I thought I was in love with him, too.

I am not in love with Mr. Bigelow.

What I didn't realize was that I was

a naive schoolgirl and he was a man twice my age.

You're nuts.

You and your friend.

I denied it, too.

To myself mostly.

Look, Mr. Bigelow has never come on to me.

ASHLEY: He's never invited you

to his house for scene study? No.

ASHLEY: He's never given you a key

with drama masks on it?

HOLLY: I told you no.

Are you okay?

Come here. (cries)

He gave you a key, too, didn't he?

He said I was the only one.

It's okay.

It's all going to be okay.

It's not your fault.

It never was.

(indistinct conversation, music in distance)

It's a party. You can go in.

Yeah.

I was, um...

just thinking of how many times

I've stood out here in front of this door.

Listen, Kel, fixing the raffle--

okay, it wasn't my best idea.

Yeah, that was a mistake.

Well, we make a lot of those, you and me.

Do you remember

the first time we cheated on Brenda?

Yeah, I have a vague recollection.

Yeah.

Do you ever wonder what would've happened if, uh,

we'd never done that?

I guess we'd just be friends.

Hmm.

Kind of like we are right now.

Gina inside?

Yes.

Matt?

Lives here.

Okay.

Come on.

Hi! Oh, we just got here at the same time.

Whatever.

Come on...

What? I have something I want to show you.

Okay...

Hey. Hey.

Noah, you remember Ashley.

Yes, I do. Hi.

Um, Ashley, listen.

Donna told me about the student coming forward, you know.

I'm just glad it worked out for you.

Yeah, um, I talked to the school board president

and they fired Bigelow.

And the D.A. has decided to press charges.

Good. All right.

Now you can go on with your life.

Yeah, and I can't think of a better way to start.

Have you been wrongfully dismissed?

In need of a will to protect your loved ones?

If so call me, Matt Durning, at 555-0170.

So this is the version you hand in to the cable channel?

Yes.

That is the Matt Durning that I really know and love,

whether he believes me or not.

Well, I'll ask him next time I see him.

Hey. Hey.

Um, I wanted to thank you

for telling me how David really feels.

Oh, well, somebody had to, and David never would.

Besides, I thought you might have

had some doubts yourself.

Yeah.

We care about each other very much.

I'm sure that you do.

Aw, a sentimentalist?

Who knew?

Disappointed?

No.

(clears throat)

Guys, um, excuse me.

Yeah, David wants us all to go in the living room.

Oh. Um...

DYLAN: Okay. You go ahead.

I'm gonna...

You know what?

I don't always want to be fighting with you.

Oh... neither do I.

Good. Good.

Any suggestions on what we do about it?

Hmm... I just don't know.

You don't know.

Okay, well, that's not very helpful, is it?

Well, you're not really offering up any great ideas yourself.

MATT: Kelly? Gina?

We're waiting for you.

Well... (nervous laugh)

you all know Claudia.

But what you probably

don't know is that the two of us

were planning on getting married.

We knew that.

Yeah, to stay in the country.

Illegally.

Really?

Um, okay, well,

I'm sure you really didn't know that, uh,

we, we had a, a discussion and we, we decided, um...

That you're not going to do it, right?

I'm going home to renew my visa.

And after I do,

I'll be back.

So do me a favor.

Promise you'll keep David's, um,

virginity intact until then.

(laughter)