Yo, yo, yo! Look sharp, ladies. Only two more days to enter you
and your momma in West Beverly High's
annual fashion extravaganza for charity.
Dress cool for your school in clothes donated by your local merchants.
There's something for everyone, from rubber bikinis
to spacious evening gowns for the big-boned woman.
Who would like to cover this oh-so-elegant
mother-daughter fashion show on Saturday?
No editorializing from the editor, please.
Sorry.
You know, it would be nice if we could have somebody
do a first person sort of thing.
Why don't you do it, Andrea?
Obviously, we need a writer whose viewpoint is a little less slanted.
Well, now, correct me if I'm wrong, Miss Rye,
but aren't we supposed to be learning how to report here without bias?
I'm not biased, I'm just not interested.
I think it'd be good for you.
May I have a word with you in my office?
Are you out of your mind?
What are you getting so flustered about, huh?
It'd be good for you to let down your hair,
take off your glasses, wear something kind of stylish, huh?
- What's wrong with my clothes? - Nothing.
I just thought it would be fun for you, that's all.
Yeah, well...
Maybe for somebody whose mother lives in Beverly Hills, Brandon.
But I can't bring my mom to this. I mean, it's one thing for me
to lie about where I live, it's a whole other thing for her to.
That's right. I didn't even think about the mom thing.
- Yeah, well, you're not thinking, period. - Wait a minute.
Why don't you just say your mom's sick and go with my mom?
- That's a terrible idea. - Is everything all right out here?
Who would like to do a piece
for a Jim Morrison "Dead Legends of Rock 'n' Roll" column?
- I think I hit a nerve. - Good.
Kelly Taylor, a girl who has everything.
Great body. Great clothes.
And a really great body.
You already said great body.
See you at lunchtime.
So, nice clothes.
Totally second string. I saved the best for you and me.
Really? You didn't have to do that.
Come over after school.
They're going to dazzle, but I want us to destroy.
This camera is the eyes of West Beverly High, Scott.
It goes anywhere and everywhere. Anytime. Anyplace. Whatever it takes.
What are you talking about?
A truly behind-the-scenes look at Kelly Taylor this weekend.
Get over it. You will never get in that dressing room.
- Watch me. - But...
What do you think she'll do when you get in there?
I think she'll get off on it.
God, Nina, I'm just so happy.
For the first time since I can remember, I'm actually feeling content.
I don't seem to have that empty feeling.
You know, like there should be something more,
that there's something eluding me, just out of reach.
It's finally coming together.
And I say to myself, whatever it took to get myself here, it was worth it.
And the mistakes weren't mistakes, they were lessons, right?
Well, of course.
I mean, I have a beautiful daughter whom I adore.
I have this wonderful new man in my life.
You couldn't do any better than Don, in every department.
I know. And the funny thing is, I'm not even looking for sex anymore.
All I want is companionship. A feeling of family.
That's why it's so important that Kelly likes him and respects him.
Well, if you do, she will.
Well, you know how she got along with Jack.
And he tried to be a father to her.
But the point is, she's going to be out of the house in two years anyway,
- so why... - Hi, Mom. Hi, Nina.
- Hi, sweetheart. - Hi, Kelly.
Brenda, this is my mom.
- Jackie. - Hi.
- And Nina. - Hi.
- Come here, gorgeous. - Sit.
Kelly, you didn't tell me Brenda was such a knockout.
The two of you must be dangerous together.
Lethal.
- So what have you two been up to? - Oh, killing the afternoon.
Your mother has a date with Prince Don tonight.
- So she's trying to conserve her energy. - Oh, shut up.
- Kelly tells me you're from Minneapolis. - Yeah.
Midwestern girls do very well in this town, Brenda.
Mom grew up in Ohio.
Well, actually I modeled for a couple of years in New York
before I came out here, which is where I met Kelly's dad,
Prince Charming number one.
Mom, I wanted to show Brenda the clothes.
Oh, yes! The Farley, you bet. You'll love it.
God, sometimes I feel like a fashion addict.
Hi, sweetheart, what do you think?
Mom, you are wearing a jacket over that, aren't you?
No.
Well, I guess it delivers a message.
And what is that supposed to mean?
Nothing, you asked my opinion. I think it's a little much, that's all.
Kelly, you're just like your dad. You are so critical.
Mom, you were drinking today with Nina, weren't you?
No comment.
- So, what is that all about? - It's not about anything.
I just can't believe it. I mean, she is supposed to be your friend.
What is the problem? Wasn't I a charmer to Brenda today?
Mother, charm is something that you don't have to worry about.
Then don't you worry.
Now don't forget to lock up and turn on the alarm.
I think I'm gonna be at Don's tonight.
I think I'm gonna have some microwave popcorn for dinner tonight.
You will not.
Well, that's what Kelly's having.
Well, then I feel sorry for her. Doesn't her mother cook?
- I kind of doubt it. - Seriously?
Yes, seriously.
Oh, Mom, don't give me that look like,
"This town is crazy and we're the only normal people in it. "
Well, you said it, I didn't.
You know, Kelly's mom remembers what it was like to be my age.
- Why can't you? - Oh, but I do.
And you're the lucky beneficiary of my years of experience.
Well, maybe my life will be different than yours.
Well, honey, when you start living that life,
you can have microwave popcorn morning, noon and night.
But tonight we're having chicken diablo for supper.
And the voice of experience advises you to get it while you can.
- Mom? - Kelly.
Mom, what is it?
Don and I broke up last night.
- What happened? - Well, obviously I'm not enough for him.
He wants to see other women. Younger ones, I'm sure.
- Well, it's his loss. - Look, do me a favor and call Eileen
and cancel my hair appointment.
Call Bill Hutkins at the accounting firm
and tell him we'll have to reschedule next week.
I'm supposed to be playing tennis with Alison Freemont.
You know the number, look it up in my book.
Tell her I'm sick, I can't even talk to her today.
Kelly! Kelly, get up here!
Did you dump this?
- No. - I demand an explanation.
You said that you stopped.
Don't you tell me what I should or should not be doing.
I am a grown woman. And I will not have
my 16-year-old daughter play cop in my own house.
Mom, I think you should call your sponsor.
Well, thanks for the advice, little Miss AA.
I was just trying to help.
Then please just do those three tiny favors for me
so I can rest up and be my gracious, witty self
for all of your friends at the luncheon tomorrow.
How many other mothers volunteer their time like I do?
Okay. See you at school. Bye.
Honey, don't you have something that's a little nicer to wear?
Mother, this is nice.
You know, Kelly's mom has such a great sense of fashion.
Did I ever tell you that she used to be a model?
- About 50 times. - Why do you dislike her so much?
Honey, I don't even know her. But from what you've described,
I suspect we don't have a lot in common.
- You're so judgmental. - No, I'm not.
I'm just saying that we're different.
But you're saying that your different is better than her different, aren't you?
- Why are you picking a fight with me? - Look, I am not fighting.
It's just that, you know, you are so closed-minded.
We move to a new city,
and just because people don't eat dinner right at 6:00
and because they wear expensive clothes and drive nice cars,
you think there's something wrong with them.
Well, I can't change who I am to suit the neighborhood.
- Brenda, let's go. - I'm coming.
- Look, Mom, I just wish that... - What?
Nothing. I gotta go. I'm late for school.
- Take a muffin. - No.
You know, I'm thinking about wearing it back...
I think it's the blonde hair that gets me the most.
I have this incredible urge to just sniff it.
You better not be recording any of this.
- Hey, Kelly! Kelly Taylor! - What?
How about a pre-show interview for the video yearbook?
- Sorry. I've just got too much to do. - What about tomorrow morning?
- Maybe. - I'll see you in the dressing room.
Wow, look at you.
I used to think that girls who brushed their hair in the middle of class
were immature, insecure and unhygienic.
Now I realize it is clearly a matter of necessity.
Well, it looks good.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
You know, you really got to me yesterday.
So, does that mean you want to take me up on my offer?
- If it still holds. - Sure.
- Come on over for dinner. - Wait, what about your mom?
- I mean, it's such an imposition. - Trust me, my mother loves company.
- 6:00, okay? - Great.
And thanks, Brandon.
I mean, it's a great opportunity to be able to write about something
outside the realm of my normal experience.
Yeah, it's a real character builder.
See you tonight.
Brenda! Hey, you want a ride?
I would love one.
So do you care if we hang out at your house today?
Why? It's such a drag compared to yours.
My mom's kind of getting on my nerves.
Kelly, your mom is so cool. You've nothing to crib about.
- Well, you're not her daughter. - Yeah, well, sometimes I wish I was.
It would be great to have a mom that's more like a friend.
Yeah, it has its moments.
And not just any friend. A friend who loves clothes
and buys them for you because she knows how important they are to you.
Who you can talk to about guys,
and not have to leave out any of the good parts.
Who treats you like an equal.
Kelly, I don't think you know how lucky you really are.
Well, maybe it looks that way, but sometimes it can be tough.
I mean, I have problems that you don't have to worry about.
Like what? So many clothes, so little time.
Yeah.
So do you think your mom would care if I stayed for dinner?
- She'll make you clean your plate. - Good.
- Something smells like anchovies. - Mom, you know I hate anchovies.
There's just a trace amount in here. For flavor. Did you see me put that in?
No. It's just that I developed this extremely acute sense of smell
after I got my nose corrected.
You've got to be kidding.
- I'm going to order out, okay? - You are not!
Brenda, the only reason we ever order out
is because my mother is a walking disaster in the kitchen.
Is the olive oil in the salad dressing first press?
I think it's time for you girls to set the table.
There'll be six of us. Your brother's bringing a guest for dinner.
- Who? - Andrea.
Andrea Zuckerman?
Anybody for more?
No, it's wonderful. You're a terrific cook, Ms Walsh.
Well, thank you. You hear that, Brenda?
You know, you should try using fresh oregano in the sauce next time.
It would be really killer.
Thank you, Kelly. I'll take that into consideration.
Mom. I wanted to ask you something
and I wanted Brenda to be here, 'cause it kind of affects her, too.
Oh, what's that?
Well, you see, Andrea's writing this first-person account for the paper
about the mother-daughter fashion show tomorrow,
but her mother has to work. Right?
Right. And so Brandon thought that maybe
I could join you and Brenda tomorrow, if you don't mind.
Wait a second. What mother-daughter fashion show?
- I haven't had the time... - You know, the charity thing.
- Didn't you tell her? - Not yet.
First I've heard of it.
What about you, Kelly? Are you going with your mother?
Well, my mom is, kind of, the chairperson of the event.
I see.
Brenda, why didn't you tell us?
- I guess I forgot. - Look, it's okay.
It wasn't a great idea for a story anyway.
Oh, no, Andrea. I'd love to have you join us. In fact, I insist.
I mean, is she somehow embarrassed about me? Is that what it is?
No, of course not.
She's out of her element here.
She just doesn't quite know how to behave.
Well, she's so enamored of Kelly Taylor's mother.
I just don't know what she expects of me.
Hey, don't take it so personally.
Well, you have to admit it was pretty personal, Jim.
I mean, Brenda only has one mother.
Would you give her a chance to make it up to you? Daughter to mother?
- Hi. - Hi.
I'll just leave you two alone.
Can I help?
No, no, everything's done.
Mom, I'm really sorry.
I didn't think it would be anything that you wanted to do.
Brenda, I don't care about the stupid fashion show.
But what is it about me you suddenly find so embarrassing?
Nothing.
Look, I know I might be a little more down-to-earth
than some of the other mothers in this town.
But trust me, Brenda, that's nothing to be ashamed of.
Or to be so proud of.
Mom, you may not believe this,
but you were more Beverly Hills in Minneapolis
than you are in Beverly Hills.
I mean, if this fashion show was back home,
you would probably be running it.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe I have been overreacting to this place.
So, are you coming with me tomorrow?
Honey, there's nothing I'd rather do.
- Let's go overreact together, okay? - Okay.
Damn it, Mom. You locked the deadbolt.
Mom!
Oh, Max. Max, get away. Go away.
Get out of my face.
Mom?
Mom, Mom!
Mom, get up. Jackie, wake up.
- Mom! - Leave me alone, I'm sleeping.
Thanks, baby. I'm really tired.
Hang up everything nice, okay?
All right, Mom.
Just get some rest for tomorrow, okay?
Hello, Nina, it's Kelly.
Fine. No, not fine. I can't get my mom out of bed.
Yes, I know she broke up with Don,
but the fashion show starts in two hours and she's a total mess.
I haven't seen her this bad since she went into Timber Hills.
Mom. Mom, get up.
No, please just five more minutes, just five more itty-bitty minutes.
I cannot believe that you just sat there and you let her drink yesterday.
- Who is that? - It's Nina.
My life is falling apart and I'm supposed to be hosting
a fashion show. I'll call you later.
Come on. Hurry up, we're gonna be late.
Don't worry, everything will be fine.
Mom, what are you doing?
I just need a jump-start.
You know that Jack would cut off your alimony if you start using again.
So, who are you? His lawyer?
No, but you wouldn't want him to find out, would you?
So, don't tell him!
Kel, what are you doing to me?
I'm trying my damnedest to be Miss Congeniality by noon
- and you're threatening me. - It's not a threat,
- it's just that you promised. - Okay, I'm sorry, all right?
But don't hang me for one bad night.
I deserve a little love and support from my own daughter, don't you think?
Mom, my earrings are over there. Can you get them, please?
Sure, Donna. Get into your first outfit, please.
You want the gold ones, Donna?
- Mom, you look great. - Well, I guess it's about time.
- Oh, sweetheart, you look outrageous. - Really?
Oh, yes. Where did Kelly's mom get these clothes? I mean,
- I don't think I want to give this back. - She's so amazing, Mom.
I can't wait for you to meet her. If she ever gets here.
- Well, I can't believe they're this late. - I wonder how much this costs.
- Not that I'd ever consider buying it. - Why not? You deserve it.
- Could you just help me clasp this? - Yeah.
Smart and beautiful. It's just not fair.
Get out of here. It's just the dress.
- No, really, Andrea. You look gorgeous. - Really? Thanks.
I didn't want to forget that moment.
And now for the piece de resistance.
Wow.
I don't know, I...
- I think I may kill myself without these. - That's okay. I like them.
- I think they're very you. - Yeah, well, I kind of like them, too.
Boy, there sure are a lot of women around here.
Dad, there's nothing but women around here.
A lot of really beautiful women.
I think we should grab our seats before someone figures out
that we're not supposed to be here.
Good idea.
I'm looking for Kelly Taylor. I'm supposed to interview her
- before the fashion show. - She's not in here.
Hey, where is Jackie, anyway?
I cannot believe that we are so late.
- Kelly, I don't want to hear it. - There you are.
- Five minutes. - All right.
Look, I've got to find a bathroom. So you tell everybody I'll be right there.
Mom.
Okay, mother-daughter fashion show, charitable cause
- or just another superficial sleaze fest? - Yes. No!
Well, which is it?
Excuse me.
Mom, Kelly just got here with her mother
and I want to introduce you, okay?
Brenda, I'd be glad to meet her.
I saw her come in with Kelly just a few minutes ago.
- Sorry I'm late, everybody! - So nice of you to make it.
- There she is. - Okay, now here are your numbers.
Please, everybody, stay in order, or else I'll be announcing the wrong outfits.
- And names, of course. - Come on.
Brenda, maybe I should meet her another time.
- Why? - Well, honey, she's terribly busy and...
Won't you even make an effort, Mom? I really want you guys to be friends.
- I know you do, but I... - Come on.
Jackie, hi.
- Why, darling, you look fabulous. - Thanks.
I want to introduce you to my mother. This is Cindy Walsh.
- How do you do? - Hello, Cindy.
Brenda's told me so much about you.
Good luck out there. You guys both look fabulous.
- I... I guess she's pretty busy. - It's okay.
Okay, now. Pay attention to your numbers, everybody.
We're about to begin.
Welcome to the 15th annual
West Beverly High mother-daughter fashion show.
- That's a mother? - Kelly's mother.
My name is Jackie Taylor.
The fashions you will be seeing tonight
are on generous loan from local merchants.
And, of course, everything is for sale. But then, what isn't?
With no further elaboration, I give you the mother-daughter fashion plates
of West Beverly High.
Stepping into the bright lights of high fashion, we have
Celia and Nadine Krauss, wearing clothes and accessories
from Sonia's California Closet.
Oh, loosen up, ladies.
I'm supposed to be describing this evening wear as "dangerous. "
- I think that was a little bit rude. - Yeah.
Let's see. I now take you on a fashion safari.
No, that's not right.
Excuse me, that spot is right in my eyes.
I mean, they wouldn't even let us in here to rehearse the lighting
without charging us for a full day. Do you believe that?
From the office to the opera, these Alex Kallas originals
merge practicality and panache.
Hello, Lisa and Linda Burns.
Don't we look marvelous.
She is being rude.
Shake it, ladies. Shake it.
I think she must be on something out there.
From the wilds of Minneapolis, welcome Cindy and Brenda Walsh,
who are joined by Angela Zuckerman...
Andrea Zuckerman, all in evening wear designed by Farley.
- Wow, they look great. - I don't believe it.
Isn't that the girl who was at our house for dinner last night?
I'm not sure anymore.
I don't know if any of you remember, but about 18 years ago,
I was the Farley girl.
Now that's back when I was about 20
and that's back when 20 was still considered young.
Of course now, it's positively over the hill.
Donna and Nancy Martin are wearing beachwear
from Susie's Surf Shop.
Now, men, it's a funny thing.
Men have modeling careers well into their 50s.
But then it's a man's world, isn't it?
I wonder if any of you movers and shakers out there
would care to tell me exactly why women get so exploited in this town?
I imagine there must be one or two of you
who could still stand to be with a woman after 30.
But maybe I'm wrong.
Would you get the damn spot out of my eyes?
- Kelly, is she all right? - No.
Here we are.
From the wilds of Minneapolis, welcome Cindy and Brenda Walsh,
and Andrea Zuckerman.
But she's already said that.
All in evening wear by Farley.
Mom, you said that already.
Hello!
Cindy and Brenda and Andrea.
She doesn't even realize what she's saying.
Please, you're not going to let me die out here, are you?
Oh, no!
Okay. Next.
Damn it, Mom.
Kelly.
Kelly, stop.
- Brenda, just leave me alone. - Kelly, please. Kelly.
Tell me what's going on.
Brenda, I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen.
- When? - It doesn't matter.
You probably wouldn't have believed me anyway.
You think my mom's so amazing,
but can't you see it's just an act?
I'm sorry, I didn't know.
You must think I'm so stupid.
No.
But you, like, can't tell.
She does a great job of hiding it.
She was supposed to have quit using over a year ago.
But the past week has been pretty bad.
And this...
I can't go back to school on Monday.
- Yes, you can. - No, I can't.
Not after she made such a fool of herself up there.
It's going to be all over the place.
- Kelly, people forget. - But I don't.
And I can't forgive her, either.
- Brenda, my mother doesn't love me. - Kelly, that is not true.
What do you know?
You have no idea what it's like to live with an alcoholic.
You probably think that everybody's family is just perfect like yours.
My family is not perfect.
Well, at least they're sober.
And right now, that would be perfect enough for me.
I just don't know what to do.
I mean, I can't go back home and live with her like this.
I know what happens. It only gets worse.
My cousin Carrie is an alcoholic.
She is?
Well, I never told you because... Well, frankly it's not your business,
but I know what a time she's been through.
Every day is a struggle.
Same for my mom.
Carrie got treatment.
She told everybody she was getting her appendix out.
My mom said that she was going to the spa.
It's ridiculous to have to make up stories about something like this.
I mean, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's a disease.
And when you're sick, you get help. No excuses or apologies are necessary.
I'm sorry, but I am just so tired of it being my problem.
I have enough problems of my own.
Kelly, can I tell you something?
- What? - I think you're totally amazing.
I mean, I look at you at school
and I think that you have the most perfect life and...
In a million years, I never would have suspected
that you had one single problem.
Well, obviously I do.
I know.
And that's why I think you're the strongest person I've ever met.
I mean, you always look like you're having more fun than anybody.
- Really? - Yeah.
Sometimes I am.
And sometimes I know that I'm not.
Can I be honest with you?
Sure.
I never knew you were so pretty.
Thanks.
- Is he gonna stop playing that? - Jim!
Excuse me.
- Isn't there another button there? - I don't know. I can't see one.
It's this one, I think it's stuck.
I need something else to get it.
Jim, I have one very troubled girl down there
- and you are not helping the situation. - I know, Mom. We're in cha-cha hell.
There's something wrong with the rhythm section.
There. Problem solved.
If that's my mom, I'm not here, okay?
Kelly, don't you even want to talk to her?
I have nothing more to say.
- Hello, Cindy. - Hi.
I wondered if Kelly might be here?
- Jackie, hi. - Hi, Brenda.
- Is Kelly here? - No, Kelly's not here.
No, I think she is. I'd like to see my daughter, please.
Yes, of course, Jackie. Please come in.
- Go find Kelly, Brenda. - Mom.
Brenda, now.
- You have a lovely home. - Thank you.
I can only imagine what you must think of me.
I don't even know you.
I generally have a wonderful sense of humor.
But I guess it misfired this afternoon.
- Hi, Mom. - Hi, sweetheart.
Excuse me.
- I'm not coming home. - Kelly, I am sorry.
I don't care. Sorry just is not enough anymore.
What do you want me to do? You want me to get down
on my hands and knees and beg your forgiveness?
- I'll do anything it takes. - No.
Honey,
- you know how much I love you. - How is that possible, Mom?
- You don't even love yourself. - I know you're upset.
You have a right to be.
I slipped up.
Is that what you call it when you humiliate yourself
- in front of the entire school? - It's my humiliation.
Why can't you let it be my problem?
Because you don't have to go to school with those people on Monday
whispering behind my back.
I think you're exaggerating the situation.
- Things finished quite smoothly. - Yeah, right. According to you.
But I don't care, because you broke a promise to me
and you broke a promise to yourself.
And I'm not going to live with a mother who I can't trust anymore.
What do you want from me?
You want me to take a Breathalyzer test when I come home at night?
You want to test my urine for drugs?
I want you to go back to Timber Hills.
It's just like last time, you think you can control it, but you can't.
Kelly, this is not like last time.
No, last time I found you lying in a pile of blood and broken glass
after you put your fist through the dining room table.
I'm sorry.
Honey, you're just going to have to trust me on this one.
- I think things are going to be okay. - Mom, you need help.
You don't even know what okay is anymore.
Don't you realize what your drinking and cocaine does to me?
I am in high school, Mom. I need somebody to take care of me,
- to listen to my problems. - I'm there for you, Kel.
I'm your best friend in the whole world.
I don't need a best friend. I need a mother.
And I don't care if you're fat, I don't care if you're old,
I don't care if you're beautiful. I love you no matter what.
So maybe you should just stop worrying about what you look like
- and start figuring out who you are. - I can't be everything to everybody.
You don't have to be.
But when you're drinking, Mom, you are nothing to nobody.
You can stay here for dinner,
but I want you home.
Kelly, how did it go?
Not so well.
It's okay.
Mom! I'm home.
Mom?
Mom.
Mom?
Hi, baby.
Mom, what are you doing? Where are you going?
Timber Hills. First thing in the morning.
Thank you. Thank you.
No, thank you.
If you only knew how much I love you
and how sorry I am.
- I never meant to cause you any pain. - I know.
What you said to me, Kel,
really hit home.
You've never talked that way to me before.
It's only because I love you.
I know you do.
I'm not sure I deserve your love.
Someday I hope
you can be as proud to have me as a mother
as I am to have you as a daughter.
Brandon.
- Brandon, are you asleep? - Yes.
I feel like such a jerk.
You had to wake me up on Sunday morning
to give me this news?
It couldn't have waited until, say, after breakfast?
I can't believe I was so blind to Kelly's mom.
And to what Kelly must have been going through.
I always thought she had the most perfect life.
Hey, you always gotta be a little suspicious of perfection.
I'm supposed to be her best friend. Why didn't she tell me?
Maybe she tried.
I think she did.
I was just too shallow to pick up on the clues.
- Some friend I am. - Hey, come on, give yourself a break.
How were you supposed to know?
It's a problem you've never had to deal with before.
I guess.
But the way I treated Mom, I feel like such a fool.
You know, the amazing thing about Mom is that she's always there
to accept your apology.
Kind of like the Rock of Ages, just sitting, waiting patiently.
Brandon, I'm sure she'd love to hear herself described that way.
Where're you going?
I wouldn't wanna keep the rock waiting.
I'm calling because I just wanted to say thanks.
I think everything's gonna be okay.
Oh, Kelly, that's wonderful.
And I think that Brenda's really lucky to have a mom like you.
Well, thank you.
Although I'm afraid she'll never realize it.
It's a law of nature, no girl can appreciate her own mother.
- Okay, bye-bye. And good luck, Kelly. - Bye.
What did Kelly want?
She just wanted me to know how lucky I was
to have such a great daughter.
- I'm really sorry, Mom. - Brenda, it's all right.
No, it's not.
Not after I kept on making you feel like Jackie was so hip and beautiful
and fun.
Well, I'm sure she is all those things.
Maybe.
You know what, you're a whole lot more.
I try my best, Brenda. Just like my mother did.
But you know what, she's not perfect either.
Although she'd probably have you believe that she is.
- What's this? - I love you.
I guess I never really tell you that, do I?
Well, it's always nice to hear.
What's this?
A little something from all of us, Dad.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Taking a trip? - Sort of.
- Listen, is Kelly home? - Go right in.
- She should be down in a second. - Thanks.
What are you doing here?
I thought you might wanna have this.
It's the tape of the fashion show.
You know, with your mom and everything.
Thanks.
I didn't think you'd want it going in the video yearbook.
You're a pretty nice guy.
Wow.
Come on, Kel.
- So where're you guys going? - Road trip.
- It's a nice day for a drive. - Yeah, it is, isn't it?