- Hey, Bren. What you doing? - Homework.
Do you have any idea what's going on downstairs?
Yeah. Mom and Dad are throwing a party for Chick Schneider.
Who's Chick Schneider?
CS Schneider? CS Pacific?
He's like the king kahuna of beach fashion.
He makes all those great wipe-out pants that Dylan always wears.
Oh, right.
So, he's, like, Dad's new client,
and he wants to give us loads of freebies at the party.
That's great, but what does that have to do with Anna?
Well, I think Mom's gonna let Anna cater the party.
I don't think so. I think she's being fired.
Brandon, Brenda,
could you come down here for a minute?
I want you to meet Anna's cousin, Richard Rodriguez.
Brandon, Brenda, finally I get a chance to meet you.
Anna's been telling us how terrific you both are.
Well, we think she's pretty terrific, too.
- Isn't that right, Mom? - Oh, absolutely.
- Is everything all right? - Everything's fine.
- I'm not sure I know where to begin. - Oh, here, let me try, Mrs Walsh.
Your parents are being very kind.
Anna has a niece that attends one of the local high schools here
that's been having some... Well, some trouble.
Yes, Carla's very smart. She's a straight-A student,
but with the gangs and drugs, it's terrible.
And it's depriving her of the opportunity
to get the kind of education that she deserves.
So, your mother and I want to let Carla use our address
to enroll in West Beverly.
You'd do that?
Not normally, no,
but under the circumstances, I think it can be justified.
Fine with me.
If you don't have a problem with it, I don't have a problem with it.
- Then it's all settled. - Thank you.
You know, we can show her around, if you want.
Well, you can try, but Carla doesn't like to attract a lot of attention to herself.
I understand.
Good morning, MC Hammer's office.
Hi, how are you? Is he in for David Silver?
For who?
David Silver, broadcasting live and direct
from the tree-lined campus of West Beverly High.
- Beverly High? - West Beverly High.
- Does Mr Hammer know who you are? - Not yet,
but he will once you put the call through.
Hello?
I'm sorry, but David Silver is out there.
It's too bad. He used to be such a sweet little freshman geek.
Steve's favorite mascot.
So, I can get you a bunch of wipe-out pants
in all different colors.
But you have to be looking at me when I talk to you. Dylan!
Are you telling me the fax machine went down again?
The fax machine went down again.
This school is falling apart right before my very eyes.
Can I help you?
This isn't the new building, is it?
No, you have to go back out through the quad
and past the science labs.
Which way is that?
It's through the double doors. I'm going that way. I'll show you.
Great, and stick me with your typos?
What typos?
You totally forgot the "a" in recreational,
and you failed to capitalize "Sacramento. "
Well, that's because Sacramento doesn't deserve a capital.
Hey, cheap shot. I was born in Sacramento.
We'll try not to hold that against you.
Hi, I'm Andrea Zuckerman. I'm the editor of the school paper.
- Hi, I'm Carla Montez. I'm... - Carla! I'm Brandon Walsh.
You know, Jim and Cindy Walsh.
Hello, Brandon.
So, Anna's your aunt?
- More like a friend of the family. - Well, she's the best.
She's always so cheerful. My mom really loves her. We all do.
That's why there was never any question of us
- doing whatever we can to help you out. - That's very kind.
Hey, listen, Brenda and I know what it's like
starting at this school from scratch, and we can introduce you to people
or answer any questions you have, or whatever.
Thanks.
- So, what are you taking? - French, tech and American literature.
You're in practically every one of my classes.
Is that good or bad?
I think that's good. I think that's very good.
Listen, just one word of caution, don't be too put off if the kids here
are a little more competitive than you're used to.
I'll keep that in mind.
Putting aside the music of My Fair Lady for a second,
when I read Pygmalion,
I couldn't help but think that Shaw was a total misogynist.
With fiber optics, you can't depend on an internal light source
unless you can differentiate between the filters.
Anna said you were smart, but she didn't mention you were a genius.
Oh, come on. I just like to participate in class discussions.
You mean dominate them.
Hey, all I want to do is get into a good college like everybody else.
Well, something tells me you won't have any problem getting a scholarship.
So, what are you saying? A Hispanic can't get into a top college
without some kind of special assistance?
- I didn't say that. - No, not in so many words,
but when you bring up a minority scholarship out of the blue,
it's pretty obvious what kind of stereotypes
- you're carrying around. - Wait a second.
Who said anything about a minority scholarship?
I was talking about financial aid, something practically everyone can use,
including me.
So, excuse me if I didn't realize you were independently wealthy.
- Brandon... - You know, I've gone out of my way
to make this place a little less strange, and you bite my head off.
If you want to be alone, why don't you just say so?
It's not that.
Well, then, what's going on here, Carla?
It's just very complicated.
Well, I'd love to hear all about it someday,
but the fact is I gotta be at work in 20 minutes.
- You work? - Yeah, I work,
or doesn't that fit whatever Beverly Hills stereotype
you're carrying around these days?
- Touche. - Ole.
So, where do you work, muchacho?
This is Kelly. That's Donna. The guy back there is Steve,
- and this is my sister Brenda. - Hi. Nice to meet you.
Oh, and this handsome devil is Nat. Mr Beverly Hills chichi himself.
The same.
He might be ugly, but he serves great pie.
It's from an old family recipe, right out of the box.
- So, she's related to your maid? - I'll tell you later.
Brenda, are you sure we can have anything in this catalogue that we want?
Yeah, just tell me the color, the size, and it's yours.
Wow. God, these baggies are so trendoid.
Hey, Brenda, you think Carla can place an order, too?
Sure, if you like Chick Schneider's stuff.
I love Chick Schneider. Who's Chick Schneider?
Oh, cute stuff. I'll take one of each.
- Oh! Our kind of girl. - I like this.
She's into you, Brandon. Listen to me, I can feel it.
- Yeah. - Yeah, just slightly bright.
Here you go. Compliments of the house.
- Thanks. - Enjoy it.
I plan to.
So, is this part of town considered East LA?
Well, it's not Rodeo Drive.
- Where are they coming from? - Work.
- Where? - Anywhere.
The trucks come in the morning. That's when it's the worst,
seeing 10 of them chasing the trucks down the street,
all for hard labor and very cheap pay.
But who would just pick people up off the street?
How do you think all those pools and tennis courts in Beverly Hills get built?
- This is where Anna lives? - What did you expect? A deluxe condo?
Are you this defensive with everyone, or do I just bring out the best in you?
You and your friends have so much that you take for granted.
You can't appreciate it.
Can't appreciate what?
The language lab. The media centre.
The safe, clean classrooms that you have.
Wait a second. Those are your classrooms now, too,
and with your brains, you'll be able to do whatever you want with your life.
Yeah, I'd like to believe that, too, but then I go into the Peach Pit
and I see those guys in the kitchen looking at me like I'm a traitor
for being on the wrong side of the counter.
Who are you talking about? Manuel and Pepe?
I don't know their names.
The busboys, the two guys in the little hats.
Yes!
'Cause they're not like that.
If they were looking at you it's because you're a pretty girl,
not because you're Hispanic.
And I gotta say, and I hope you don't take this the wrong way,
but I think a lot of this is in your head, because I don't see it.
You're very perceptive, Brandon, and very sweet,
but my life is so complicated right now.
So, what can we do to simplify it?
I can't decide if you're for real or just a real smooth operator.
I guess you'll just have to find that out, won't you?
Thanks for the ride.
- I'll see you in school tomorrow. - Definitely.
Sorry I'm late.
You better be careful, girl. That's all I have to say.
- What's wrong? - You've got that look this morning.
What look?
That "Come on, baby, light my fire" kind of a look.
What?
That "Hey, Carla, how you doing this morning?" kind of a look.
Get out of here.
People are starting to talk about you guys.
What are they saying?
Oh, it's just that ever since we moved to LA,
every girl you meet suddenly becomes your next true love.
- That's not true. What about Andrea? - That doesn't count.
She's your editor. You have a professional relationship.
And I have a platonic relationship with Carla.
For how long?
You mean if it stops being platonic, you might have a problem with it?
What, you think I'm hung-up because she's Hispanic?
A lot of people get really weird when it comes to the race thing.
Well, not me, and I'm really offended that you'd even bring that up.
As far as I'm concerned, people are people,
no matter who they are or where they come from,
except maybe St Paul.
Okay, Anna, now explain this to me.
We're gonna start off with the corn tamales, the rellenos,
and the guacamole with tapas?
Tapas, finger food.
- Hello. - Hey, beautiful. Hey, big guy.
- So, you have the CS Pacific catalogue? - Yes, I do.
Here's the catalogue and our wish list.
I can't get over how generous Chick is being with the kids.
With the kind of dough he's raking in, believe me, he can afford it.
Hey, Anna, listen, I was thinking, the days that you work here,
could Carla come in with you in the morning?
That way, Brenda and I could give her a ride,
and she wouldn't have to get up so early to catch the bus.
We'll see.
- What? - I didn't say anything.
- MC Hammer's office. - Hi, MC Hammer, please?
Who is this?
Well, if I tell you, do you promise not to hang up?
Yo, Sam!
Sam.
- Me? - Come here.
- I'm Scott. - Whatever.
What's going on with him and MC Hammer?
David wants him to play at the prom.
MC Hammer's not going to play at any school dance.
You know that, and I know that, and MC Hammer knows that,
but, unfortunately, somebody forgot to tell David.
Oh, hey, I'm going to need two more graphs
on the Coach Cass profile.
Fine.
- I need to ask you something, okay? - Shoot.
What's your relationship with Carla?
Have you been talking to Brenda?
No, I just happened to be in the Registrar's Office,
and Carla's file just happened to be on the counter
with her address showing.
Oh, Andrea.
I'm sorry. You know how I am.
- You just forget what you saw, okay? - Already done.
Good.
I just need to know. Is she living at your house?
- What do you think? - I think you better watch out.
- You're one to talk. - That's precisely my point.
If anybody is found living out of district, it can cause a whole chain reaction.
I'll tell everyone to be careful.
Okay, great. I mean, that's all I'm asking.
That's all you're asking?
Oh, well,
since we're on the subject...
Okay, okay. For the record, yes, I'm very attracted to Carla,
and, yes, I'd like to get to know her better.
I'm very happy for you, but that wasn't my question.
What else do you want to know?
Well, I hear that she's very smart,
and I wanted to know if you knew what her GPA was?
Hi! Remember me? Brandon Walsh. I drove you home a couple of days ago.
Yeah, I thought I knew you from somewhere.
Yeah, well, it must be from somewhere other than school.
The way you dash out of class when the bell rings,
- I'm starting to get a complex. - I'm sorry.
It's just that when I'm at school, I just tend to shut everybody out.
Well, then, I'll just have to see you outside of school.
- Brandon, you're a really nice guy, but... - Wait. No "buts. "
Tonight. 7:30. Your place. I'll pick you up.
- Brandon, I can't. - Okay, all right, all right.
Tomorrow. 7:30. Your place. I'll pick you up.
I might be working tomorrow night.
- How about Sunday? - I go to church on Sunday.
All day?
I have to go. Say hi to Brenda for me.
So, what's new, Brandon?
Excuse me, ma'am, did someone order an express shuttle?
You don't know when to quit, do you?
Hey, I just go where my dispatcher tells me.
Besides, you can't rely on the buses in this city. They're never running.
And with me you're guaranteed first-class,
courteous, door-to-door service.
So, what do you say?
So, do you miss your old school?
I miss my old school. In Minneapolis.
I had a lot of good friends back there.
I have friends here, too, but it's not the same.
Anna mentioned something.
There was some kind of trouble at your old school,
something to do with drugs.
Brandon, this isn't what I want to be talking about.
I'm sorry. What do you want to be talking about?
You're not making this very easy, are you?
Making what easy?
You don't know anything about me.
That's right, and you're not being any help in that area, Ms. Montez.
It's an age-old story.
Boy meets girl. Boy likes girl.
Boy gets girl if girl gives boy half a chance.
One chance.
Do you like to dance?
Is this my chance?
- What is this place? - The community rec centre.
Come on.
- You ready to walk the line? - No, I'm the world's worst dancer.
Oh, come on, you're not gonna make me do it by myself?
Oh, this is great.
You really get to see the whole skyline from up here.
I don't get downtown too much.
Oh, you have to see Olvera Street.
El Pueblo de la Reina de Los Angeles, founded in 1781.
- You'll have to show me that sometime. - I think that can be arranged.
Is that a promise?
That's what I wanted since the first time I saw you.
I can't believe it's only been a week.
Cindy, come on.
You used to pull off dinner parties back home without batting an eyelash.
That was back home, not the first one in Beverly Hills.
The guys from the rental company are here.
They need to know where they should set up the chairs.
Why don't we stack them in the living room for now?
- And get Brandon to help. - Brandon's not here.
Where did he run off to so early?
I think he had to work at the Peach Pit all day.
He was out awfully late last night, wasn't he?
I don't know, Mom. I fell out early.
You know who he went out with last night, don't you?
I have an inkling.
Maybe we should tell the kids the truth about Carla.
I don't think we can.
- Brandon. - Did someone order room service?
We got pan dulce, apple quesadilla,
cafe en casa, the whole enchilada.
The guy at the pastry shop promised me this was good stuff.
Yeah, but this isn't a good time.
Why, is Anna still asleep?
No, she's on her way to your house to get ready for your folks' party.
Then, this is a great time. We can pick up right where we left off.
I don't know about you, but I didn't get much sleep.
Yeah, I was up for a while.
So, can I come in?
- You better go. - Why? What's wrong?
Well, if it isn't Brandon Walsh.
This is a nice surprise.
- How are your parents? - Fine, thanks.
Good, good, good. Say hello for me.
Did you come to give Anna a ride?
No, actually, I came to take Carla to breakfast in Beverly Hills,
- and I brought you some pastries. - Oh, no, no, no, none for me.
I don't think Carla has time for breakfast this morning, do you?
I can't today. I'll talk to you later.
I just don't trust him.
- What's his name? - Richard.
He's Anna's cousin or uncle or something.
Every time I ask Carla about her family, she changes the subject
like she's embarrassed or ashamed.
Well, weren't you with her last night?
Come on, Walsh.
Oh, if it isn't Dylan, the wild surfman.
Hey, don't tell me it wasn't cold out there this morning.
Oh, no, man. It was happening. Waves were breaking.
We missed you.
Hey, that's the same shirt I ordered from Brenda's catalogue.
Yeah, I'm supposed to get some baggies tonight.
The party's still on, right?
You mean the social event of the season?
- Is Carla going to be there? - I wish.
- Well, you invited her, didn't you? - Well, she didn't give me a chance.
Besides, she said she'd probably have to work tonight.
Hey, hey!
- Oh, hi, Carla. - Hi.
Anna tells me you've been enjoying West Beverly
a little more than you thought you would.
- I do. Thank you. - She never stops reading, this one.
- She's going to be a lawyer, eh? - Really? That's great!
Maybe. We'll see what happens.
By any chance, do you have any rings or some ribbons
so I could tie a bow around the napkins like this?
Now, why didn't I think of that? Yes, I have some napkin rings.
They are in the dining room in the top drawer.
She's such a talented girl. This must be a nightmare for her.
It is.
Hi, Mom. Hi, Anna.
- Hey. - Hi.
How are things going here at party central?
Everything's under control, thanks to Anna and the gang.
Smells a lot better here than it did at the Pit.
- Oh, come on. - Be my guest.
Brandon.
Hey, Carla.
This is great. I thought you had to work tonight.
I am working.
One of Anna's servers got sick, so she asked me to fill in.
Well, I was going to invite you tonight as my guest.
I wanted to introduce you to my parents.
I met them. They're both really terrific. Of course, I'm not surprised.
After last night, how can you work here?
I'm just helping out. What's the big deal?
- I have to do this now. - No, you don't.
I don't want Carla to work here.
Why not? She's doing a great job.
I just don't feel right about having friends of mine serve me.
Honey, you serve your friends at the Peach Pit all the time.
That's different. That's a place of business.
- This is in our house. - I just don't see the difference.
- Fine. Take me off the guest list. - Brandon!
Anna, if you need an extra pair of hands, I'm available.
Hey, Brandon, the clothes came.
Chick sent us stuff that's not even in the catalogue yet.
They are so rude. I love them.
Which did you order, the green or the orange-fuchsia?
I don't know, Brenda, and I don't care, okay?
What's with you?
I can't believe Mom would hire Carla to work here.
Well, why not? Mom doesn't know how you feel about her.
- That's not the point. - Yes, that is the point.
You don't tell Mom how you feel, and she doesn't tell us
why she and Dad were willing to lie in order to get Carla into school.
They did it so she could get a better education.
That's what they say.
Brandon, what's going on?
Your mother says you're getting bent out of shape over nothing.
- It's not nothing, Dad. - This is where I say adios.
- You don't understand. - No, you don't understand.
CS Pacific is the first gold-star client I've picked up
since we moved to California.
For me to be working with Chick Schneider is a major coup.
Now, what I need from you is for you to be a gracious and happy host
who makes sure that all of our guests are having a good time.
Do you think you can do that for me?
Good evening, welcome to Casa de Walsh.
Can I interest you in a cocktail?
- The margaritas are going fast. - Thanks. That sounds great.
Cindy, you remember Becky and Alan Wilerson?
Oh, yes. Hi. How are you?
You have a lovely home, and such a handsome bartender.
- Oh, thank you. - Well, enjoy.
Well, at least he's being pleasant to our guests,
even if he's not speaking to us.
- Well, just two more hours and it's over. - Yeah, just keep on breathing.
Mom, do you know where the camera is?
Chick wants to take some pictures of us.
Yeah, he says he wants to use us in his next catalogue.
Well, I don't blame him. You girls look...
What's the hip word? Def? Dope? Rad?
- Oh, my God. - Foxy.
- Do you want another one? - Oh, these tacos are great, Carla.
- I've never tasted a taco like this. - That's because they're flautas.
Well, you didn't know that either, Kelly.
Have you tried one of these, Mr Walsh?
Thanks, Carla. Can you see if Mr Schneider needs anything?
Okay.
You have got to remember, when we started surfing in North Shore,
I mean, those boards still weighed 2,000 pounds.
If you got clunked with one of those monsters,
I mean, you were one dead tuna.
- Can I get you anything else? - Oh, thanks, sweetheart,
but I think I'll slurp another one of these.
Preferably with you in the dark.
- It's a good thing Walsh didn't hear that. - Yeah.
He's really flipped for her in a major way, huh?
Hey, Carla, could you help me bring some extra chairs
down from my parents' room?
Look, I said I was sorry about before. I didn't mean to embarrass you.
You're the one who's embarrassed, Brandon. Not me.
Seeing you just caught me by surprise, that's all.
Why are you still being so cold to me?
Look, I'm just trying to be conscientious.
Where are the chairs?
- This isn't your parents' room. - No, this is my room.
- Brandon, what are you doing? - Nothing.
I'm just tired of watching you be conscientious.
- What do you want, Brandon? - What do you think?
Are you happy now?
What's the matter with you?
I don't like being told how I should feel or what I should think!
Why don't you tell that to Richard? He's obviously got something on you.
Brandon, I don't need you to protect me.
I don't want to protect you!
I just want it to be like it was last night.
That was last night, Brandon.
Tonight, I'm working at a fancy party in Beverly Hills,
and I would appreciate it if you would let me go downstairs and do my work.
- It's not what you think. - Richard told you to stay away from him.
- It's not my fault. - I don't care whose fault it is.
You show some respect for these people.
- I have respect for them. - Well, then, show some respect for me.
- Is everything all right? - Yeah.
Okay, everybody.
Oh, Brandon, smile.
Kelly, tickle him.
Okay, just one more.
Oh, that was great. Thanks.
You've got beautiful kids, Jim. One more beautiful than the next.
They especially look good wearing your spring line.
Oh, thanks. We expect big things this season.
We just opened a new factory in Mexicali.
- We should've done this 10 years ago. - Oh?
Yeah, well, there is a language problem,
but those people work hard, and they work cheap.
- How much do you pay them? - Why? You need a job?
No, thanks. I already have a job that pays a fair wage.
I just don't like to hear about people being exploited.
- Brandon. - I'm sorry, Dad.
It just seems to me that the people who make his swimsuits
ought to get something out of it
so their relatives don't have to chase after the work trucks in East LA.
Brandon, you apologize right now!
Hey, there's no need for that. Who knows? He's probably right.
Let's eat.
- Carla, wait. - Brandon, you were right.
It wasn't a good idea for me to come here.
This was a big mistake.
Please, let her go.
Here you go, Anna, and again, thank you so much for everything.
Oh, thank you.
- Good night, Anna. - Good night. See you on Tuesday.
- Good, bye-bye. - Bye.
- So, should we do this again next week? - Why wait? Why not tomorrow?
- Hey, great party, you guys. - Well, I think it was a rousing success
with one minor exception.
- Well, I'm going to bed. - Wait, I'll come with you.
- Night, Brenda. - Good night.
- You need any help? - No, I got it.
- Are you okay? - I don't know.
Do you ever have one of those days where you wish you could just
turn the clock back and start all over?
I mean, everyone in the world is furious at me.
Mom, Dad, Anna, Carla, you.
I'm not mad at you, Brandon.
Thanks for sticking by me, Bren.
But I do think you've been unbearably obnoxious this whole past week.
- Thanks. - Well, what do you want me to say?
You've been totally consumed with Carla.
You've clearly lost your sense of humor
about her and everything else.
Well, maybe you can tell me how I'm supposed to yuck it up
when the girl I'm falling for just walked out the door for no reason.
Well, maybe she had a reason.
Maybe there's stuff going on with her you don't even know about.
Like what?
Like why her Uncle Richard was parked outside
the whole time the party was going on.
- He was? - Yeah, Dylan saw him.
And when Carla tore out of the house, she went straight to his car.
That Richard guy is bad news. I'm gonna find out what's going on.
Can I talk to you?
You mean there's a chance we can be on speaking terms again?
Oh, come on, Dad.
I apologized to you. I apologized to Chick.
I know I was out of line. What more can I do?
We're just lucky the man has a great sense of humor.
I don't get it.
Your behavior tonight was so unlike you.
Well, I'm confused, Dad,
and I guess it really burns me up to think
there are things going on around here that are purposely being kept from me.
You know, Brenda's been saying all along
you weren't the kind of people who'd lie
to help someone's niece get into a better school,
even someone as sweet as Anna.
So, what's the story, Dad?
You been keeping something from us?
- We like Carla very much. - No, not as much as I do.
Dad, I've never felt this way about anybody before.
You gotta tell me what's going on.
We can't tell you, Brandon.
We made promises to these people. We have to keep our word.
I'm sorry, honey.
It just never dawned on us that you and Carla might get together.
Yeah, well, we did. At least we were trying to until tonight.
If we'd known it was going to cause you this much grief,
- we would have said no. - No question about it.
Can you at least tell me who Richard is?
I think you better talk to Carla.
Hi, Anna. Can I talk to Carla?
No, she's... She's not here, Brandon.
- Can I wait for her to come back? - She's not coming back, Brandon.
- Is she in trouble? - No, not any more, thank God!
She's gone back to her family.
I know she'd like to see you again, if only to say goodbye.
Don't eat too many of those.
Here you go. Anything else?
If you can't give me another chance,
can you at least give me an explanation?
Have you ever heard of Victor Montez?
- Is he famous? - To some people.
He heads the Department of Hispanic Culture
at the Kenmont colleges in Pomona.
He's also my father.
- So, why do you live with Anna? - I don't.
I just moved to East LA last week.
Why?
Anna was my babysitter.
I live with my parents and my sisters at the university,
but I also do volunteer work at the projects near Dogtown,
which is where I saw two lowlifes
named Ruben Benequez and Sleepy Saloman
drive by a house three times
before they pulled out their guns and opened fire.
You saw that?
And I saw the bullets ricochet into the brain of a four-year-old boy
on his way to a birthday party.
Oh, my God.
And when Ruben let it be known that
whoever came forward to testify against him
would not live a long and prosperous life,
Richard thought I should disappear until the case came to court.
Maybe for a year.
And that's when Anna mentioned that your folks might be able to help me out.
So, Richard's a cop?
Prosecuting attorney. I was his star witness.
- No wonder he was always dogging you. - Not anymore.
Sleepy broke down and confessed to the murder last night.
So, you're off the hook? You don't have to testify?
Yeah. And now I can go back home and to my old school.
- And you like it out there. - Brandon...
How far out is Pomona anyway?
It's on the other side of the world, Brandon.
What are you saying?
I'm just saying that I'm not expecting anything from you.
What if I want you to expect something?
What? That you'll pledge your undying devotion to me,
and that I should do the same?
I'm not a poor girl from the barrio who's looking for a white knight.
Is that how you saw me?
Being with you was like a dream, like a fairy tale,
but now it's over, and I have to go home now.
- Why? - Oh, Brandon. I said it was complicated.
I disagree. I don't think it is that complicated.
And when it comes down to it, I don't think you and I are that different.
I agree.
And that's what scares me the most.
With you, it would be so easy for me to forget who I am
and where I come from.
I don't want that to happen.
- I really didn't know you at all, did I? - Oh, you knew me better than you think.
Yeah. Well, maybe sometime when you come into town,
you could meet me on Olvera Street.
I'd like that. I really would.
- Take care of yourself, Brandon. - Yeah, you, too.
I distinctly told you number 169B. Remember?
I pointed it out to you in the catalogue, 169B. I told you!
Well, you know pink's my favorite color.
So, new clothes, new earrings. What else is new?
Dylan, I saw that.
Oh, no, no, no. Brenda, she looked at me first.
Oh, yeah.
You know... You know that piece you did on Coach Cass?
- Yeah, I know it. I wrote it. - I didn't change a comma.
I think it's your best piece yet.
Thanks, Andrea.
Don't thank me. You wrote it.
I wish it could be like this with everyone.
Like what?
You know, how we are with each other.
Easy. Comfortable. Real.
Yeah, it's nice.
I'm just glad we're not attracted to each other romantically,
so we can always be friends. Good friends.
Just friends. It's great.
Yeah.
Okay, don't hang up. Just don't hang up.
Now, this is David Silver, the voice of West Beverly High,
and I really don't care
if he doesn't want to come to our homecoming dance
or that MC Hammer's one of the top recording and video artists in the world,
but at least you could put my call through one time without hanging up.
So, having said all that, can I please talk to MC Hammer?
MC Hammer?
Sorry, I think you have the wrong number. Bye.
Debbie Gibson?
Debbie Gibson, look, this is David Silver,
I've been trying to reach you all week.