A Different World (1987–1993): Season 2, Episode 9 - All's Fair - full transcript

Whitley is squeezed out when Kim's boyfriend monopolizes their room.

£ 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 £

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Okay, a bunch of lines.

Lines, lines.

Stripes, stripes.

Uh... stars and stripes.

Blow, blow...

Blow on the paper.

No, blow... blowfish.



Uh, curtains blow.

No.

Wind.

Earth, wind and fire!

Time!

What was that?

Gone with the wind.

I knew it.

Robert almost got it.

Can they have it?

Oh, please!

I know you're in love

but you're making me sick.

I tried.

I was supposed to get
gone with the wind

from blowing on paper?

It's our turn.

This time we're going
for a green square.

Nobody in the movie
blows on paper.

Okay, you ready?

Yeah.

And go.

It's a wheel, it's a car...

It's a streetcar named desire.

Oh, yes!

You got that from a ghost head?

It's not a ghost head;
It's a car.

It's nicely drawn.

That's not good.

Y'all must be giving signals.

Walter, you're just
a sorry loser.

Now roll again.

We're at a serious disadvantage.

Let's switch teams.

Y'all take Dwayne.

No, thank you.

Well, hello, jaleesa, Kimberly,
Leslie, Walter, Robert, Dwayne.

I miss anybody?

We were in the lobby,
but it got rowdy.

No explanations necessary.

Mi casa es everyone's casa.

Want to play?

I'll take a rain check.

There's a French film
at the student union.

Or should I say
union des etudiants.

Well, y'all stay
right where you are...

Comfy and cozy.

Oh, I'll just stand.

As long as you're comfy.

Okay, these are the new teams.

Me, jaleesa and Leslie

against Romeo and Juliet
and dumbo.

Robert.

Hmm?

Every time you stay to study

you stay, but you never study.

I am studying.

I'm studying you.

Robert!

All right, study.

Robert?

Shhh.
I'm studying.

Your book is upside down.

I like a challenge.

I like you, too.

You're not making this easy.

I like you very much.

I like you, too.

Oh, uh, I'm sorry.

We didn't hear you come in.

I gather you didn't.

I was trying to teach her, uh...

Trying to say something, Robert?

Uh, see you tomorrow.

Bye.

I had no idea.

Please forgive me.

Don't worry about it.

I forgot my gloves.

Your hands aren't warm enough?

Don't mind me.

This is where I came in.

Good night, Robert.

Ooh!

Well, it looks like the love bug

is making a meal
out of your heart.

You might say that.

How much of a meal?

Forget I asked.

Whitley Gilbert,
mind your own beeswax.

This man is too good to be true.

I mean, he's so...

He's just...

Everything.

We laugh, we talk...

He is cute.

He's adorable.

You should see the way he reads.

I've never seen anybody
hold a book like this.

Maybe he needs glasses.

I hope not.

I love his eyes.

Kimberly, no one appreciates

the first blush of romance
more than I.

And while there is a time
and place for everything

is this always going to be
the place?

I know.

This could get awkward.

You know what the guys
in dorms do for privacy?

Come in off the lawn.

They have a signal.

When Robert's here

what if I hang a towel
over the doorknob?

A towel?

That is so locker room.

I've got it!

A scarf.

Okay, but I get to pick it.

That goes without saying.

Aren't we just the perfect team?

When an ugly problem
rears its head

we just lop it off.

"upon the pillowcase

"I view a strand of hair
that is not mine

"I gaze on it and think of you

"remembrances
run through my mind

"if I could take back yesterday

"the things I said
I'd all replace

"and say the things
I meant to say

and dry my tear-soaked
pillowcase."

Thank you,
Mr. Adams.

Comments?

Ah, the hand of miss Brooks.

Long may it wave.

Sir, I found it simplistic.

Need I ask you to elaborate?

The purpose of poetry
is to take a familiar idea

and present it in a new
and innovative fashion.

This is an old tune
to a familiar refrain.

She doesn't like anything.

It's just my opinion.

Of which there is no shortage.

I know what she's saying, sir.

I felt that in its attempt
to become simple and direct

it became maudlin.

Well put, Winston.

Thank you.

Mr. Adams, may I?

Of course.

Before you turn in
your final draft

take a blue pencil

to some of the more
sentimental images.

Yes, Dr. Foster.

You might also urge him
to examine rhyme scheme.

Even as I urge you to examine
the merits of silence.

Well, we're approaching
the end of the hour.

Oh, dear.

Just wanted to remind everyone

that the deadline
for the poetry review

is tomorrow.

Is that it?

Yes.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,
at our next meeting

I will be collecting
your works in progress.

I will not be accepting
excuses in progress.

Good-bye.

Bye.

Freddie, I've almost
finished my poem.

Can I bring it over
this afternoon?

Sure. I'll be home
after 4:00.

You'll love it.

I'm sure I will.

Randall, I hope I was helpful.

I hate you.

You would not believe
the morning I have had.

First, I rip not one,
but two pair of stockings

which made me late for
a quiz for Dr. Parker.

And then, as I'm walking home

Dean Hewitt's dog
chases me across campus

and I break
my new snakeskin pumps.

I hate chihuahuas.

They look like little rats!

Does this look like
the complaint bureau?

I can see
the milk of human kindness

is curdling around here.

Momentito, por favor.

I need to get into my room.

It's not a good time.

It's 11:45 A.M.

That scarf wasn't there

when I started down the hallway.

If I had two heels,
I'd be in there by now.

Whitley, this is really
not a good time.

It hasn't been
a good time all week.

I need to get
two shoes that work.

Okay. One minute.

Hurry up.

How about these?

Jaleesa.

Jaleesa!

You banged?

Oh.

You're resident assistant.

Assist me.

Call a dorm meeting.

Okay, what are we meeting about?

Freshmen and their hormones.

We had that meeting last month.

You missed it.

Look, in the last week

that doorknob

has worn my scarf
more than I have.

Give it those shoes

it will be the best-dressed
door in Gilbert.

Isn't there a rule
regarding gentlemen callers?

Mm-hmm. You're allowed
to have them.

But isn't there a clause

forbidding illicit behavior
on the premises?

How do you know it's illicit?

Come now, has it been that long?

When I graciously consented

to having a roommate...

When it was shoved
down your throat.

The arrangement was
for a roommate

not a roommate and a playmate!

This is something you've
got to work out yourselves.

That's your residential
assistance?

Mm-hmm.

I was thinking about
that game we played.

That was a week ago.

I figured out
why you always win.

You're a witch.

Oh, please.

When you was a child

did you ever have
a bat for supper?

Only on weekends

when my aunt broomhilda flew in.

All right, meat, have a seat.

You don't look happy.

Have either of you
seen the poetry review?

Not yet.

It's on my night table.

What happened?

I wrote a lovely poem
about an ant.

It wasn't perfect,
but it was about an ant

before it was destroyed
by your roommate!

How could you let her do this?

Meat, I wasn't there.

Read this.

I hope you haven't eaten.

"'Ode to an ant'
by Winston woodson."

Who's he?

I'll keep reading.

"Gasping, drowning... air!

"Death.

Insignificant speck."

This is deep.

"Gen... genocide...

"Sue... suicide...

"Pest... pesticide...

Insignificant speck."

What's that supposed to mean?

Uh...
Well...

It's obscure,
self-indulgent and stupid.

And it don't rhyme.

I thought I found someone
who respected my poetic voice

and she turns out to be
a mutilator of words.

I hope people

still take me seriously.

I will.

Kimberly, we have to talk.

I'm really sorry
about what happened.

Robert and I were studying

but one thing led to another.

Our little signal system

isn't working as
smoothly as we hoped.

So I propose Robert never
sets foot in the room again.

Where will we go?

Why don't you buy
an air mattress?

You can inflate it
whenever the mood hits.

Robert's a part of my life.

I'll be spending
a lot of time with him

and that's how it is.

If you're going
to behave like that

we can no longer live together.

Fine with me.

Well, fine, then.

If it's fine with her,
it's fine with me.

I'm telling lettie,
then I'm calling daddy...

And then I'm calling Oprah.

If you talk to yourself too long

you'll start answering yourself.

You try to be generous,
accommodating, considerate.

You give half your room,
your favorite scarf

and what does it get you?

A cold seat on a cold slab.

Let's go inside
and get a warm slab.

I've been too nice.

Too nice.

For too long.

Too long.

Are we going inside now?

You know what it means?

A change is going to come.

Professor foster?

Miss Brooks

thank you for coming early.

I wanted to speak with you.

Yes, sir?

I've read the poetry review.

The layout is eye-catching.

The artwork is perfect.

The selection of verses...

Inspired.

You don't know what
it means to hear that.

I was nervous
I wouldn't do well.

You didn't.

You have the potential
to be a fine writer.

If only you could

see that potential
in your classmates.

I worked very hard to see
that each of those poems

was perfect.

The problem is
there's no such thing

as a perfect poem.

And it's not the editor's
job to create one.

I'm a little confused.

Look here...

Of the 18 poets
you've published here

16 came to visit me.

13 were weeping.

I suppose I was
a little over-zealous.

And arrogant.

When I was a first-time editor

I, too, corrected the work
of my fellow poets.

My advisor had the sense

remove me from my position.

I'm going to exercise
that same good sense.

Yes, sir.

Someday you'll resume
your position

and when you do, may I offer

one suggestion?

Yes.

My dear miss Brooks...

Lighten up.

Okay?

Okay.

Hi.

Hi.

Winston, I shouldn't
have changed your poem.

I'm sorry.

Apology accepted.

You'll be relieved to know

somebody else is editing
the next review.

I'll try to be gentle.

I'll raise you ten.

I fold.

Dwayne, as your
financial advisor

I advise you do the same.

Now how good
could the boy's hand be?

I'll see you.

Bonk.

Waaa!

That's one answer.

Dwayne, are there
any games you can play?

I can play "knock you
upside your head."

Hello, Dwayne.

Greetings, Robert.

What's up?

Is this your desk?

Yeah.

Hey!

What are you doing?

Who is this

and why is she
trashing our room?

I'm whitley Gilbert,
your new roommate.

And you?

Randall Adams.

Charmed.

Is that your bed?

Yeah.

Robert, next time she asks,
say no.

Have you lost your mind?

No, I've come to my senses.

We have to talk
about these posters.

This room is too
spuds MacKenzie for me.

Walter!

If we're going to get along

you can't scream at
the top of your lungs

every time I make
a little suggestion.

Now, where's the ladies' room?

We don't have one.

Then when I'm in there

I'll just put a scarf
on the doorknob.

Whitley.

What's going on?

I'm moving in.

Then welcome to mclurkin hall.

I'm down the hall
if you need me.

Walter.

I almost forgot.

You can't live here.

Why not?

This bed's just going to waste.

I have company already.

Hello, Kimberly.
Make yourself at home.

I can see everything
here's under control.

Walter?

Guys, let whitley and her guest
have some privacy.

Dwayne, what are you
doing in your drawers?

Show some respect
and get some pants on.

I was doing my laundry, man.

Whitley, this time
you have lost it.

Have I?

Hand me those stockings
over there, please.

Wouldn't it be easier
if you just talked to me?

I told you I didn't
want Robert in my room.

That's the point.

You don't talk; You order.

"Take down that poster."

"I want my bed."

"No boyfriends in my room."

What am I supposed to say?

"You're not being fair.

You're monopolizing
the whole room."

That would have been
a great place to start.

You didn't already know that?

I'm sorry.

Continue.

Continue?

I'm sure you have
more to say than that.

Maybe I was being
a little selfish.

Thoughtless,
inconsiderate and rude.

Wait a minute.

I wasn't rude; You were.

Now you're being petty.

What are you saying?

You don't want me
to be your roommate?

You don't want me.

Whatever gave you that idea?

You moved out.

I had no choice.

Fine, stay here.

At least help me move my things.

Know what?

We deserve each other.

Well, you deserve me

but I don't know
if I deserve you.

You're not laughing.

Let's go home.

Kimberly...

Did you see Dwayne
with those ashy knees?

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