A Different World (1987–1993): Season 2, Episode 4 - Dream Lover - full transcript

£ I know my parents love me £

£ stand behind me
come what may £

£ I know now that I'm ready £

£ for I finally heard them say £

£ it's a different world £

£ than where you come from £

£ yes, it is now, yeah £

£ here's our chance to make it £

£ and if we focus on our goal £

£ you can dish it,
we can take it £

£ hey, just remember
that you've been told £



£ it's a different world £

£ it's a different world £

£ it's a different world £

£ than where you come from £

£ ooh £

£ than where you come from £

Do you want to dance?

Me dance with you?

The air must be
very thin up there.

Thank you.

Have I danced with you yet?

Maybe later.

Don't leave without
letting me know.

The name is Johnson...



Ron Johnson.

You're in high gear
tonight, baby.

I know.

It's my Cologne
layering technique.

I combined four
different fragrances.

And came up with one stinky one.

I don't see you
cutting up much rug tonight.

I don't feel the need

to dance with everything
that has a pulse.

This is no time to be finicky.

These babes have been
cooped up for weeks.

They're woozy from studying.

Your Cologne could
put them over the edge.

You think just like me.

Don't ever say that again.

What are you looking at?

Whitley, man.

The way she looks tonight

you could almost forget
how mean she is.

Stay away from that sniper.

She's shot down every
brother in the place.

You see, that's your problem.

You're content to stay
in the minor leagues.

Tonight, I am going to the show.

Whitley

I don't know what you've
done to yourself tonight...

Oh, zip it and let's dance.

Really?

Better you than some salamander.

Keep your hands off my person

you touchy, feely fool.

Cologne layering.

Try it.

How was the movie?

Restful.

Freddie, I am just
too old for these midterms.

I am going to start training
for finals right now.

£ ta-da! £

my afro-American lit. Paper.

It's brilliant.

I'll read it to you.

I want you to take off my shoes

turn out that light

and cut me out of my clothes.

Let me just read you my title.

Come in.

Freddie!

Shh, be quiet.

Jaleesa's trying to sleep.

You just missed the party.

I met this sophomore.

He's a history major

and he's got body!

What's his name?

I meant to ask
when things calmed down

but they never did.

Midterms turn people
into animals.

Even whitley and Dwayne...

My Dwayne?

There will be no sleep tonight.

Dancing with whitley?

I've lost him for sure.

I didn't know you had him.

Okay, maybe I didn't.

I haven't had
a lot of experience

with dating and whatnot.

Yeah, that whatnot
will get you every time.

Well, good morning to you.

Good morning.

And what were you dreaming
about last night?

I beg your pardon?

Something pretty noisy
was going on in there.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I'm talking about...

"Mmm, ohh, ahh."

Oh!

I do not express myself
like that in my sleep.

Uh-huh.

I bet you were dreaming
about bodies in motion.

You're a sick puppy.

You did!

Oceans of motion.

Oh, you've been
watching and looking

at all that cable television.

Gilbert, calm down.

I've been having dreams
like that since I was twelve.

I'm not listening
to this nonsense.

Twelve?

Uh-huh.

Twelve?

What could you have possibly
known at twelve?

Whitley,
everybody has hot dreams.

I know every girl
in this dorm has.

How do you know that?

You don't hang out enough.

You should.

The things these girls
come up with...

They are wild.

Really?

I bet your dream
wasn't half as rowdy as theirs.

You don't know that.

As it happens,
my dream was very vivid.

Way to go.

Come on, tell me.

Who was it?

It doesn't matter.

It was somebody good, wasn't it?

Was he famous?

Terence Trent d'arby.

That braided mop?

I know.

It was the guy at the party...

The one you were making
googly eyes at.

No.

Then who?

It's too silly.

I promise I won't laugh.

I probably shouldn't
tell you this, but...

It was Dwayne.

Dwayne Wayne?

You said you weren't
going to laugh!

That was before
you said it was Dwayne.

Well, there's nothing wrong
with Dwayne.

I just want to know one thing.

Did he leave his glasses on?

You are a sick puppy.

Did they get steamed up?

Shouldn't you be
in the cafeteria

stuffing your face
with biscuits or something?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

This is serious.

You know what Freud said:

Dreams are a way of acting out
one's hidden, secret desires.

Well, thank you, sigmunda.

I'll come in quietly
this afternoon

in case you're taking a nap.

What does Sigmund Freud
know about dreams?

All right, all right,
keep your pants on.

Whitley.

Dwayne!

You left this at the party.

Thank you.

I'm sorry if I got
a little fresh last night.

Last night?

At the party?

Oh, the party.

Lovely, wasn't it?

There's no better way

to work off midterm tension.

Not even in my wildest dreams.

Thank you.

Any time.

Hey, Freddie.

Dwayne.

I missed you last night.

I had a paper to finish.

I'll be at the next party.

Looking forward to it.

So where are you going now?

Class.

Great.

Have a good time.

Jaleesa, I just talked
to Dwayne.

He was coming out
of whitley's room.

Freddie, write it down.

I'll read it later.

I acted like a dweeb.

He said he missed me
at the party last night.

That means my absence
is important to him.

Freddie, I am moving to a motel.

And if you follow me

I'm changing schools.

I suspect Dwayne's
intimidated by me.

I have brains, depth,
a wholesome, earthy quality.

Not to mention verbal capacity.

Dwayne was coming
out of whitley's room?

So what?

That doesn't mean anything.

And even if it
did mean something

it would mean nothing.

Any relationship with her

would be based completely
on superficial things

like looks and beauty.

Oh, no!

He saw me like this?!

Who needs whitley?

I'll scare him away myself.

Freddie, there's no chance
that Dwayne wants whitley

and even less chance
that whitley wants Dwayne.

I have to come up with
some other way

to get Dwayne to notice me.

Something original.

Something with impact.

Something... chocolate!

Freddie, I am calling
that motel right now!

Hi there.

I just wanted to find out if
you knew anything about these

and if you do, I want to say

thank you.

I don't even know you.

Why would I give you anything?

Oh, I don't know.

You look like the kind of woman

who enjoys a poem
and a good brownie.

I'm not.

Kim, who's that woman
talking to Dwayne?

Leslie Wilkins.

She certainly looks like
a shoe that's been worn.

He sure did a number on you.

Are we just a little jealous?

Are we just a little crazy?

Maybe I'll get lucky
and have a dream about Dwayne.

Oh, no!

I've lost my paper!

It's disappeared!

Oh, goodness.

I hate these computers.

Where is that button?

All right, calm down.

Where did it go?

It's probably just
a glitch in the disk.

Please make it come back.

There.

Oh, Dwayne, thank you.

I... didn't mean that.

Tastes better than
them brownies.

Hey, buddy, what's up?

Ronald, every time you think
you know everything about women

they do something

and suddenly you don't know

what you think you already knew.

I hate to tell you,
but you're babbling.

I'm in the computer lab.

Yeah.

I find these brownies

and this book of poetry.

And whitley comes in.

She's staring at me all funny.

I fix her computer.

She kisses me

and runs out like she's
Florence Griffith joyner.

Wait.

Fast rewind.

Whitley kissed you?

Yes, sir.

With her own lips?

No, with her feet.

Of course with her own lips.

It's clear to me.
She's hot for you.

Your hat is on too tight.

Let's examine
the empirical data.

Woman abandons man
on the dance floor

perhaps getting a little
hot under the angora.

Same woman goes
to the computer lab.

Runs into "the angora heater."

Then, wild with passion

woman plants her lips
on aforementioned brother.

Why?

Because you give her fever.

I never put all
the pieces together.

She left me the brownies?

And the love poetry.

Congratulations.

This is a monumental moment.

Whitley's turned down a lot
of dudes with class "a" raps.

That's why they fail.

A woman like whitley

likes a guy
who plays hard to get.

But I never liked her.

Can't play much harder to get
than that.

Your Princess awaits.

Saddle up.

Yeah.

Come in.

Kim.

Whitley around?

Haven't seen her.
Is there a message?

No, it would be more effective
if I give it to her myself.

Fine.

I've never spent
much time in this room.

Kind of frilly...

But I could get used to it.

Excuse me?

This is where it all begins...
Beauty central.

So many fragrances

for one tiny, little neck.

Which is her favorite?

Dwayne, why are you here?

Well, I guess you'll
find out eventually.

But your roommate...

How can I put this delicately?

Is hot for me.

I beg your pardon?

She gave me poetry.

Baked me brownies with nuts...

Macadamias, I believe.

Let me see this.

"Food for the body and soul,
from thine own admirer."

My girl can turn a phrase,
can't she?

Dwayne, this is
Freddie's handwriting.

Why would whitley
have Freddie write..?

This is not from..?

This is all Freddie's..?

Wow, so much for Christmas
in Richmond.

I just realized

I am overdue in the library.

"Overdue," get it?

Yeah, well, don't tell nobody...

No message at all.

Don't tell nobody I was here.

Lettie, your desire
to master the piano

at this late stage of life

is laudable.

Yes.

Unfortunately, my skill
is not equal to my desire.

"Desire."

What an interesting emotion.

Drives us to create

to procreate

to think about procreation.

Would you like to sit down?

Thank you.

Lettie?

Hmm?

Last night my subconscious

took me to a place
I've never been before.

I didn't visit this place alone.

I was accompanied
by a gentleman.

Oh...

You with me?

I think so.

We're drifting along in a canoe

enjoying our jumbo shrimp

when suddenly

the lake turned into
a raging river.

And we tossed and turned,
and tossed and turned...

I'm getting a picture.

The boat was rocking so hard

that Dwayne's glasses...

My companion's glasses flew off!

We lost total control
of the vessel

and I have never canoed before.

But despite my inexperience

I found myself paddling
with vigor and gusto

over and over and over.

So...

Until last night
you had never... canoed.

Asleep or awake?

I didn't say that.

No, ma'am, I have not.

Whitley, being a virgin

is nothing to be
embarrassed about.

Yes, it is.

No, it isn't.

When I listen to the other girls

I feel like I'm a member

of a very small
and unpopular club.

Sometimes I feel like
I'm the only member.

I've listen to
a lot of girls, too.

You're not alone.

Really?

Who?

It's not important.

Lettie, are you familiar with

the interpretation of dreams
by Sigmund Freud?

Yes.

I was thumbing through it
this afternoon

and Dr. Freud
makes a strong point

in that dreams are a mirror
of your hidden desires.

I hope not.

A few nights ago

I had a very strange dream...

Something about playing
checkers with Ted koppel.

Ooh.

You fancy
Mr. Koppel?

No. And in the dream
I "kinged" him twice.

Oh, whitley.

When you're ready
to take that first...

Canoe trip...

You'll know.

And it won't be
a dream that tells you.

Thank you, lettie.

Oh, one more thing.

The girls look upon me
as a femme fatale.

Well, we wouldn't want
to disillusion them, would we?

No, we wouldn't.

Whitley, I need to talk to you.

Yes?

I'm giving up
my pursuit of Dwayne.

He's all yours.

Why you giving him to me?

Someone say something to you?

I saw him leave your room.

Oh, that.

I hope you'll treat him
as well as I would have.

Freddie, there is
absolutely no chance

that there is anything
between me and Dwayne...

Least not anymore.

Really?

Really.

I can understand why you
would be attracted to him.

Any woman would.

But the fact is I had my chance

and, in a phrase, I blew it.

I'm so sorry.

It's all right.

I'll get over it.

May take a while.

You're being so strong.

Not really.

I'm dying inside.

But at least I have my studies

to distract me.

If you'll excuse me

I feel the need to be by myself.

Whitley...

Hello, Dwayne.

Good-bye, Dwayne.

Hey, Freddie.

Dwayne.

Mind if I join you?

If you wish.

You know, somebody baked me
some really great brownies.

Did they?

Yep.

You want one?

Don't mind if I do.

I love the nuts... macadamias.

Brazils.

They look like brazils.

Why don't I get us something
to wash them down.

That would be lovely.