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"Will You Love Me Tomorrow?"
- Carole King

"Tonight you're mine completely"

 

"You give your love so sweetly"

 

"Tonight the light of love
is in your eyes"

 

"But will you love me tomorrow"

 

Once upon a time...

A boy's popularity was
based on kickball abilities...

Pea-shooting range...

And how much of the alphabet
he could squeeze off with one burp.

For the same boy to acquire
a comparable level of popularity

in junior high school...

He's gonna need a girl.

 

The ceremony rarely
strays from tradition.

Fully unprepared For his certain
someone to be surrounded

by three giggling friends...

Boy grows thirsty...

And proceeds to drink.

He will continue to drink
until the gaggle disperses...

Or his stomach explodes -
whichever comes first.

Girl...

Acutely aware of
boy's presence...

Warns her friends that she Will,
in fact, die. if they abandon her.

To no avail.

She is forsaken,
left to yell a meaningless...

Uh, you guys!
/After them...

And tend to the business of
rearranging her locker.

Seeing his opportunity...

Boy prepares for final approach.

He takes one last breath
and lunges forward.

Girl feigns surprise.

Oh, God - you scared me!

And they engage in small talk.

Hi.
/ Hi.

Feeling the full weight
of the moment...

Boy realizes that those
three gallons of fountain water...

Have just funneled directly to
his palms, armpits, and feet.

So, uh..how's it going?
/ Fine. How are you?

Pretty good.

That's...good.

Down to his final wisps of saliva...

Boy decides that the time has come
to quote-unquote..."pop the big one."

You wanna go steady?

Sure!

And just like that...
The ceremony is complete...

Good.
/ Good.

Leaving the newly-formed
couple with...

Absolutely nothing
left to say to each other.

Man, he looks like
he's ready to barf.

Why would anyone
want to go steady anyway?

Don't ask me.

What's so great about
going steady?

Personally, I'd rather
play the field.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Paul was right. You didn't want to
get tied down too early in life.

I mean, look at Kirk McCray.

Winnie Cooper had him
wrapped around her little finger.

Thank God I was a free man.

Kevin?!

I said, did you hear
about Kirk and Winnie?

No.

 

Well supposedly
They might break up.

I heard it from Becky Slater.

So, who cares?

I hear Kirk thinks
Winnie likes someone else.

Big deal.

Oh, great.

Now he clams up. What was he
gonna make me do? Ask him?

So? Who does she like?

I don't know. But whoever it is,

it'll be a big step down
from Kirk McCray,

I can tell you that.

I mean, he's like the coolest guy
in the whole school.

I don't know who she thinks

she's gonna get even half
as good as he is,

because he's like the top of the

Paul.You should really stop worrying
about Winnie Cooper's love life.

I mean, it's kinda pathetic.
/ I was just saying.

I'd been toyed with too many
times to get excited about...

One measley rumor.

 

Besides, Paul and I
had plenty to do...

Without girls getting in the way.

It's good.

No.
/ No way!

Your finger's crooked!

I'm going straight!

Not that I don't......
Trust you, or anything.

These surfaces are too slick.

Are you kidding? These are
the best in the school.

Competition.
Accusations. Common cruelty.

These were things we understood.

Why did it ever have to change?

Hi, Paul. Hi, Kevin.

 

Oh. Hi, Becky.
/ Hi, Becky.

You want to hear something?

I don't care.

I know someone who likes you.

Big deal. Well...
Who is it?

Well, I can't tell you her name.
But her initials are C.H.

"C.H."

"C.H."
"C.H."

Big mystery here. Carla Healey.

She was the only female in Paul's
life who wasn't a blood relative.

"C.H."?

If you're interested, she'll be
at the skating rink tonight.

Thanks, I'll keep it in mind.

See you guys later.

 

"C.H."

I wonder who that is?

Who cares?
/ Yeah.

Who cares?
/ Yeah. Who cares?

 

So...You feel like
going skating tonight?

 

Alls I'm saying is that I think
it would be fun to go skating.

I hate skating. Why don't we
just go bowling?

I'm sick of bowling. All we ever do
is bowl, bowl, bowl.

Do not.

I'd rather get some exercise,
some fresh air.

It's an indoor rink, Paul.

Come on, Kevin.

Alright. This had
gone far enough.

It was time to do what any
red-blooded twelve year old

would do when his buddy's
about to dump him for a girl -

torture him for it.

Well, uh, what's the matter, Paul?
Wanna skate with Carla Healey?

No!

Well, I thought you
didn't like her anymore.

I don't!

Oh. Well, you know,

I think you two would look very cute
skating across the ice, hand in -

I'm not gonna skate
with Carla Healey.

I just think it's gonna be fun.
We'll go skating. That's all.

It was hopeless.
He was a goner.

One lousy "I-know-
someone-who-likes-you,"

and he's ready to sell out our -

Hold the phone.

What have we here?

That was no "I'm-glad..."
"We're-still-friends" look.

That was "Tony, Tony!
Take me, I'm yours!"

My God, it was a moment.

Maybe those rumors about
Winnie and Kirk were true.

"Somewhere" - West Side Story

Hold my hand,
and I'll take you there!

Somehow!
/ Someday!

Somewhere!

Somewhere!

 

What'd I tell you?

 

Well, one minute you're up,
the next minute you're down.

How's it goin'?
/ Just wonderful.

The time of my life.

 

She's all over me.

Paul...she doesn't
know how to skate.

Well, what should I do?

I don't care. Why don't you
just ask her?

You could say
that I was being unfair.

But there were two hours until
Mom came back to pick us up...

And I was losing
the best friend I ever had.

You're not mad at me, are you?

Mad? Why should I be mad?

Look let's just skate, OK?

 

Next song will be couples only.
Couples only.

All others please clear the ice.

"Ooh Baby Baby" -the Miracles

We'll do some tag team later, OK?

Well, that was the end of that.

I'd lost him...To a woman.

Whatever happened to
the pristine days of baseball cards

and loogie contests?

Since when did women
start to rule our lives?

Hi, Kevin.

Huh-muh-nuh,
huh-muh-nuh, huh-muh-nuh.

Hi.

How come you
haven't been skating?

Oh, I, uh, I hurt my...Ankle.

That's too bad.

God, she looked beautiful.

Where's McCray?
/Who knows?

What was this tone?
Trouble in paradise?

Something wrong?

No. Well, I was going to
ask you something,

but I didn't know you were hurt.

no, it-it's, uh..not that bad
It's feeling better already.

Breathe deep, little man.

Here come's the big one.

This is really embarrassing.

Don't be embarrassed.

Come to Papa...

D-do you want to...

 

Do you want to...skate...

 

With Becky Slater?

What?!

This is so embarrassing.

Becky Slater? She kind of
asked me if I'd ask you.

Kirk! Wait, I'm gonna fall!

It's hard to describe what I was
feeling at that moment in time.

Humiliation?

Sorrow?

Or was it more...

Intense hostility!?

Becky Slater!?
Weeks of waiting in the wings...

And all I get is Becky Slater!?

I'll give you...
/ Becky Slater!

Yes?

You wanna go steady?

Sure!

Let's skate!

 

My first steady girlfriend.

 

Hello? Kevin? Kevin who?

Gimme it, Wayne.

Oh, you mean little Kevin Arnold?

Just one moment, please.
Kevin, it's for you.

Wayne!

Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to ask who's
calling. May I ask who's calling?

Becky Slater?

Oh, just one moment -
let me see if he'll take your call.

Kev-in...
/Wayne!

It's your girlfriend.
/ Girlfriend?

Hello? Yeah, yeah...
Look, I gotta go.

We're eating dinner.

Yes! Bye.

Becky Slater?

Is that the Slater
family on Elm Street?

Here we go.

Serve up my love life...
For a little dinner conversation.

Honey, remember the Slater's?
We met 'em last fall at the PTA fair.

Uh, Barney Slater?

Oh. Tire business, right?
/ Yeah. Little Becky Slater, huh?

She's a cute one, Kevin.

Why do mothers always
feel at liberty...

To discuss your love life
at the dinner table?

Probably the same reason...

They feel it their business to
check the crotch of your pants...

In the middle of
a crowded clothing store...

And say, "Plenty of room in there!"

Maybe he doesn't want to
talk about it, Mom.

It's no big deal.

Now, Kevin...
I wouldn't call going steady...

"No big deal."

Going steady?
/ Mom!

Do kids still give each other
ID bracelets?

No. No, we don't.

Any other questions?

Whatever happened to
Winnie Cooper?

I thought you were -
/ Look, I said it was no big deal!

She's just a stupid girl that
I met at the skating rink.

And I didn't even know her. OK?

She's just one of Winnie
Cooper's stupid little friends...

And I'm gonna break up with her...
As soon as I get the chance!

OK?! Are you all satisfied now?

 

Um, would you pass
the potatoes, please?

 

Kevin!
/ Nya-na na-ni neee-ni.

 

"The Thrill is Gone" - B.B. King

Well, it seemed
simple enough in theory.

 

I'd just kill off the relationship
before it got out of hand.

 

And yet I couldn't seem to find
the appropriate time.

It was always one thing or another.

 

"The thrill is gone"

"The thrill is gone away"

 

"The thrill is gone, baby"

"The thrill is gone away"

 

"You know you done
me wrong, baby"

Before I knew it...

Becky and I had been going
steady for a whole week.

That's nearly six months
in adult years.

 

What'll it be, kids?

I'll have a Coke...
And some fries.

I'll just have some of his.

Woof! This chick
was gettin' in deep.

First she splits your fries.
Next thing you know...

She'll be moving her textbooks
into your locker.

Kevin?

Is something wrong?

 

What do you mean?

I don't know.
It's like we don't talk anymore.

"Anymore"? This was the first
conversation we'd ever had.

Are you mad at me or something?

No. Not really.

I don't know.

Don't be a coward.

Break it off clean.
One shot behind the ear.

She won't feel a thing.

I'm really glad we're going steady.

 

Look, Becky, we have to talk.
/ Winnie! Over here!

Hi, you guys.

Have you seen Kirk around?

I was supposed to
meet him here.

I don't think he's here.
Why don't you sit with us?

I don't know...

hey. What's this? The physical
contact too much to take?

I don't think I should.
But if you guys see Kirk,

will you tell him
that I'm looking for him?

No sweat. Right, Becky?

Sure.

Sure you don't want some fries?
/ No, thanks. I'm not hungry.

Well, take this.

 

And this.

 

You guys make
a really cute couple.

 

Boy, was she steamed.

It's not the same without
little Kevin Arnold

to kick around anymore, is it?

 

Anybody home?

What?

I asked if you like
ketchup on your fries.

Sure.
Whatever you like.

You're so weird sometimes.

I knew it was despicable...

But I couldn't stop thinking
about all the possibilities...

Becky and I sharing
a carton of milk in front of Winnie.

Walking past her locker with our
hands in each other's back pockets.

Maybe even a well-timed
smooch out by the busses.

Hi, guys!

 

I'm really sorry, Kevin.

What?

You must feel so terrible about it.

It's just so...
/ What?

 

You mean you don't know?

What?

Oh, God.
Me and my big mouth.

What?!

Paul? You'd better tell him.

Me?
/ Paul!

 

Becky Slater...
is breaking up with you.

What?

She's breaking up with me?

Oh, God.
We didn't mean to tell you.

We thought everybody knew.

Hey, Arnold.
Tough luck about Slater.

Hey, I didn't even like her!

Who was that guy?

Kev, look.
There's other fish in the sea.

I can't believe this.

How could she break up with me?

Kevin, you really can't blame her.
I mean, it's so obvious.

What?

That you still like Winnie Cooper

What?! / Well, that did it. I'd had it
up to here With Winnie Cooper.

It was time to lay it on the line,
to force her hand.

I was just going to walk right up to
her and ask her once and for all

what was going on
with her and Kirk Mc-

 

And so it finally happened.

My poor twelve-year-old
heart finally crumbled

into a little pile of dust,
and blew away.

It was over. I was never
gonna to get her back.

It was time for a little self-respect.

It was time to let go.
Time to move on.

After all, who needed women?
Who needed friends?

I'd just walk alone from now on. Yep,

that was me, Kevin Arnold -
lone wolf.

 

There was just one loose
end I had to tie up.

 

For your information...
I don't like Winnie Cooper!

Tell me about it.

Alright...I used to like her.
But I don't anymore.

Ya, sure!

I don't!

 

Do you like me?

 

I don't even really know you.

Well, I don't know you,
and I like you!

It was just this...
Whole stupid...

"Going-steady" thing

I didn't even want to go steady.

Well then, why did you ask me
in the first place?

 

I don't know, it -

Wait!

Great.
There goes my bus.

Standing there...
alone with Becky, I felt a warmth...

An attraction, a tenderness -

for another girl for the first time
since I'd lost Winnie Cooper.

You're such a jerk!

Thanks For nothing!

 

Wait.

 

How are you gonna get home?

How do you think?

 

Well, do you want me
to walk with you?

It - it's on the way and stuff.

 

Don't do me any favors!

No!

 

I want to.

 

"Will You Love Me Tomorrow?"
- Carole King

"Tonight you're mine completely"

 

"You give your love so sweetly"

 

"Tonight the light of love
is in your eyes"

 

"But will you love me tomorrow"