Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990–2000): Season 1, Episode 11 - B.Y.O.B. - full transcript

Why is it that guys get so macho
when it comes to their cars?

I think it's an extension
of their you-know-whats.

Party hotline. Cancel everything.
We are having a blow-out tonight.

We are?

My parents left for Cabo San Lucas
this morning.

- Who's coming?
- Oh, I don't know.

We'll keep it small, private,
strictly A-list.

- Can I ask Dylan?
- Hot and heavy.

Just make sure you change the sheets
in the guesthouse, Donna.

Goodbye.

Brenda, bring him, there's always room
for one more cute guy.



- Did you hear her say "cute guy"?
- She wasn't talking about you.

You know, sometimes
your negativity is overwhelming.

- Remember me?
- Vaguely.

Donna's having a party tonight.
You wanna go?

I just made plans to surf
Baja this weekend.

You'd rather go surfing
than be with me?

You wanna come along?

- You hate parties, huh?
- I'm better one-on-one.

Any "one" in particular?

- I'll tell you next weekend for sure.
- It's a date.

Brandon, I don't want to go
to this party by myself.

- I said I'd drive you there.
- No, you have to come in with me.

Look, just stay 10 minutes.
If you completely hate it, you can leave.

What if I only mildly hate it?



- Then you have to stay for an hour.
- Brenda.

Look, this morning
weren't you complaining

about being bored and in a total rut?

Everyone's so Beverly Hills.

Brandon, we're Beverly Hills.

Please.

- Pretty please. Triple please.
- Hey, hey, hey.

Save it for your party tonight.

See, that's why
I need you there to protect me.

I'll think about it.

All day, all I could think about
was that hotel in Palm Springs.

Oh, the company's
really splurging this year.

There's something about
being at a place

where someone you never see puts
a little chocolate mint on your pillow

and a "Do Not Disturb" sign
on the door that...

- Well, it really turns me on.
- Well, is that all it takes?

Not quite. Come here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, settle down, guys.
You're embarrassing Brenda.

Should we shut the door?

No, we were just practicing
for my corporate retreat next weekend.

- Oh, where is it this year?
- Palm Springs.

- I want to go.
- Sorry, strictly adults only.

Yeah, we can see that.

Would you be terribly disappointed if
we skipped town and left you two alone?

I think we can handle it.

Mango!

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Hey, you guys.
- Hi.

- Right on time for a fresh batch.
- Brenda, it's good. Taste.

- This is great.
- Brandon, here you go.

Specialty of the house.
Mucho marvelous mango margaritas.

No, thanks.

A man who doesn't like
his drinks sweet. Okay, well, that's cool.

- Donna's got a stocked bar.
- Oh, take whatever you want.

Like I'm sure
my parents would ever notice. No.

- I'll just have a Coke.
- A Coke?

Leave him alone, Steve.
He doesn't want to drink. Big deal.

Yeah, I think that Brandon's afraid
there's a wild man lurking inside of him.

Well, at least let me make you
a virgin margarita.

Whatever.

Kelly, I thought you didn't drink?

My mother drinks. I sip.

Man, Walsh is a major buzz-crusher.

Not for long.

- Man, he's gonna taste that.
- No, he won't.

- Oh, sorry.
- Sorry.

One mucho marvelous virgin mango
for the young man who doesn't drink.

Well, what can I say?
I don't like the taste.

Me either.

Hey, that's pretty good.

Brandon, what are you doing out here?

Feena Farris has been eyeing you
all night.

Feena Farris has been eyeing
everyone all night.

How many of those have you had?

This is my second, Mom.

And why don't you have a real one?

Because I'm the designated mom.

I didn't know Steve and Kelly
were back together.

Look, it's a party.

They're allowed to have fun
and talk and stuff.

Half an hour, Bren.

Fine, just do me a favor.

- Loosen up a little. Please?
- Okay. Okay.

Hey, thanks, Steve.

That's from the virgin batch, right?

Same as the last.

What, what, what? What's so funny?

Did you spike my drink?

Yeah.

Look, we just wanted you
to have some fun.

- Let's go.
- Brandon.

Brandon, relax.

Look, it was a bad joke.

Sorry.

Man, just let him go.
He's ruining the party.

- Stay, Brandon.
- Come on, Steve said he was sorry.

Look, if it's such a big deal,
I'll get you a Coke.

- Get me another drink, please?
- What do you want?

No. No, it's fine.

In fact, I... I like it.

Party machine!

Get this man another margarita! Yeah.

Don't hit the wall.

I cannot believe it.

I mean, all Kelly talks about
is how much she cannot stand him.

Hell, all women want is sex.
It's disgusting.

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Hey.

Hey, hey, straighten up.

You know Mom's sitting on the sofa
reading that same book

she was reading
when we were in eighth grade.

- Hi, Mom.
- Hi.

Oh, hi. I just got into this novel.
It was so good, I couldn't put it down.

Well, I'm zoned. Good night.

It is so cute how you still wait up for us.

Oh, honey, I wasn't waiting up for you.

- So, how was the party?
- Fun.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Jim?

Are you awake?

No. I'm dreaming about Palm Springs.

Honey, the kids just got home
from their party.

I smelt liquor on Brenda's breath.

Are you sure?

What are we gonna do?

What about Brandon?

Oh, you know
how Brandon feels about drinking.

I mean, Brenda's the one
who's impressionable.

Maybe you should talk to her
before she goes to sleep.

Cindy, it'll be all right.
We'll talk to her in the morning.

What are we gonna say?

We'll think about it tomorrow. Sleep.

And now we return to The Love Boat.

I wish I could go to Palm Springs.

If you guys see Sonny Bono,
please get his autograph.

Brenda, your mother smelt alcohol
on your breath last night.

Were you drinking, Brenda?

I had one sip of somebody's margarita.

They were serving liquor at this party?

Come on, Dad, you never drank
when you were my age?

Well, we took some beer runs
to Wisconsin,

but that was when legal drinking
was 18.

I had one lousy sip.

I think you guys are making a big deal
out of nothing.

It is a big deal.

Fine. Point made. I'm sorry.

So, did I miss something?

Brandon, were you aware
that your sister was drinking last night?

I think she had one drink, yeah.

Brandon, you know the rules.

I probably
should've said something to her,

but I didn't think it would do any good.

Well, when we're out of town
next weekend,

we really need you to hold down the fort
and keep better tabs on her, okay?

- All right, I will.
- We know you will, honey.

- We'll see you.
- Bye. Have a good game.

Thanks.

You didn't tell them
anything about me, huh?

You owe me one.

I left the number for the hotel
by the phone

along with the numbers
for the police department

and the nearest hospital.

What about the number for the Marines

in case there's an invasion
or something?

Brandon, look out for your sister,
will you?

- Okay.
- Excuse me,

I think you should be
asking me to look out for him.

How about you look out for each other?

- You both know the rules, right?
- Yeah, how could we forget?

Mom made us write them
on the blackboard, what, 100 times?

- 110.
- No.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- See you Sunday.
- Love you guys. Have a good trip.

- Take care, guys. Bye.
- Bye-bye. Love you.

You're so funny.

Call me. You know the number.

He has been bugging me all week.

I am never taking
another sip of alcohol again.

Well, what did you think was going to
happen when you went to the bedroom?

Fifteen minutes of fun.

A lifetime of regret.

Well, I regret
kissing my mother good night.

She smelt my breath
and I was this close to being grounded

for the whole time they're out of town.

- When are they leaving?
- Oh, they left this morning.

For how long?

Today, tomorrow
and through the weekend.

So, what time
should we tell the people to get there?

- Yeah, I wish.
- Come on, you're not having a party?

What's the problem?

Well, he's just about my age
and his name begins with a "B".

He'll never agree to a party.

Do you want me to work on him for you?

No, let me talk to him first.

- Yes.
- Oh, Jim, this is adorable!

They gave us matching terrycloth robes.
Oh, and all these little toiletries,

the shampoo
and the body lotion, the sunscreen.

How's the bed?

- Is that good or bad?
- You better come see for yourself.

Yeah, I think that'll do just fine.

- "Do Not Disturb" sign.
- Good idea.

I got lonely.

Hi! How y'all doing?
Oh, didn't mean to interrupt anything.

We're your neighbors.
I'm Trudy Barnett,

and this is my husband, Bob,
from the Houston office.

Say, hi, Bob.

He's the shy type till you get him going.

Oh, now, Trudy,
these folks want their privacy.

Oh, pooh!
The whole point of these retreats

is meeting new people
and sharing ideas.

- Isn't that right, darling?
- Well...

We always meet the nicest people
at these corporate retreats.

So. Well, now,
where y'all from, anyhow?

So, which do you want,

chicken tacos or
chow mein with tangy mustard sauce?

How about a baloney sandwich?

Make me one, too, will you?

Man, 10 whole hours and they haven't
called to check up on us yet.

That's because they know
Mr Responsible is on the job.

- You want lettuce?
- A little.

Did I mention to you that
we're having a party here this weekend?

Forget it.

Brandon, come on, we'll keep it small.

- Strictly A-list, like Donna did.
- Forget it.

- What if Mom and Dad find out, huh?
- They won't.

We'll clean up everything
before they get home.

Besides, I already told Kelly
to spread the word.

Well, tell her to un-spread it.

Brandon, it's our turn.

You know, throwing a party
when your parents are out of town

is practically a tradition in Beverly Hills.

It's a great way to let people
get to know you. It puts you on the map.

You're worried about people drinking,
aren't you?

The rules thing.

It crossed my mind.

Nobody said we have to be drinking.

I mean, other people
can do what they want.

They don't have
the same rules as we do.

- Brenda, I promised Mom and Dad.
- Brandon, you owe me one.

- Yeah, I know. But I don't think...
- Brandon, come on.

Don't you get tired of always trying
so hard to do the right thing?

Yeah.

So, what are you afraid of?

Let's have a party.

Jim! Wasn't that bad.

Compared to what?
Having your toenails yanked out?

I like Trudy.

I felt bad lying about our table
being filled tonight.

Me, too.

Knock, knock.

You two are so affectionate. I love it!

Keeps the romance alive.

I thought we had
the lock on that door fixed?

Brought you a little treat
to share with us.

Dom Perignon, '85 vintage.

We really enjoyed y'all's company
this afternoon.

- I hope we're not being too intrusive.
- No, no. Come in. Come in.

You want to hear the latest?

The toilet seat
in our bathroom wobbles.

Five-star resort.

It's like riding the loop-de-loop
at the state fair.

- Am I talking too much?
- Well...

Bob says I scare people off,

but Lord knows I hardly say
half the things on my mind.

I just want people to like me.
Is that so terrible?

- No.
- You are so sweet, Cindy.

You and Jim. You're both very special.

In fact, Bob and I have been talking

about visiting y'all out in Beverly Hills
for a few days after this retreat is over!

Wouldn't that be a hoot?

Well...

Gee.

So, Brandon finally gave in.

But he made me promise
to keep it under 25 people, max.

That's cool, as long
as we meet our quota of cute guys.

I've gotta be at that party.

Have you ever heard
of the word "obsessed"?

Oh, Brenda, there he is.

- Hi, beautiful.
- So, about tonight?

I'm at your disposal.

Whatever you want to do.
Wherever you want to go.

- Well, my parents are out of town.
- Really?

And Brandon and I
are gonna have a party tonight.

Really.

- Hey, D.
- Hey, B.

- Hi.
- Hey.

What are you doing this weekend?

Don't you dare
dump another rush assignment on me.

I'm not. My grandma got me tickets
to the Music Centre tonight.

It's a comedy from New York.
It's supposed to be great.

If you like comedies, that is.

Actually, Brenda and I
are having a little party tonight.

Oh, okay.

It's Brenda's gig,
but you're more than welcome to come.

Well, I got these tickets for the theatre.

Right.

- Well, you can stop by.
- I could stop by.

- So, you'll come?
- I'd love to.

I mean... Yeah.

- Great.
- Great.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- I'll see you.
- Bye.

Should I put out the whole bag?

Might as well.

So, how many people you think
are gonna show? Not too many, right?

Kelly asked about nine or ten people,
and I invited six.

So, not too many.

Perfect.

Who are all these people?

Two hundred and fifty
of our closest friends.

We've got to get rid of some of them.

Be my guest.

- I told you it would be easy to crash.
- Yeah, it's great.

The same people who ignore me
at school get to ignore me here.

Ready for a refill?

- Are you trying to get me blitzed?
- Me?

Okay, just a little.

Excuse me, could I talk to you
for a second, please?

No, no, I'm sorry.

Okay, I asked a few people
from Beverly Hills High.

And you said you weren't going to drink.

My mom drinks, I sip.
There's a difference.

- No, there's not.
- Look, I'm just being social.

Look where being social got you
last weekend.

- What about you?
- I'm not drinking.

Brandon and I made a pact.

Oh, really.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Hey, am I at the right address?

I was beginning to wonder
the same thing myself.

Oh, my God!

Let's hurry, before they realize
that we ditched them.

Trudy'll never notice.

She's still down there singing
Yellow Rose of Texas, probably.

- Well, we can't be too sure.
- Just let me do one thing first.

Party hotline.
We make all your dreams come true.

- Hello, who is this?
- Mrs Walsh. Hi.

- It's Kelly. How are you?
- Oh, hi, Kelly.

- Is Brenda there?
- Sure. Hold on. It's your mom.

- Mom, hi.
- Oh, hi, honey. Is everything okay?

Yeah, fine, fine.

- How's Palm Springs?
- Oh, we're having a great time.

What's all that noise?

Kelly and Donna just dropped by.

- You gotta get off the phone.
- Donna, turn down the stereo!

Hurry, we've got a real problem outside.

Oh, let me say a quick hello
to your brother.

Ah, no.

No, Mom, he's upstairs
and the pizza man, he just came.

So, I've really, really,
really got to go. All right?

Okay. Well, just tell him we called.

- All right. Give my love to Daddy!
- I will.

- We'll see you Sunday.
- Okay, I love you. Bye.

Everything's fine.

- Here we go.
- Okay.

To beautiful women.

Sequel.

Brandon, I thought
we had an agreement.

First you call me a goody-goody,

and now you get on my case for having
a good time. What's the deal?

I'll show you the deal.

Okay. Okay.

Don't have a cow, man.

No, everything's cool.
We haven't done anything wrong.

What are you talking about?

Half the kids are drinking.
I mean, you're drinking.

- Just let me do the talking.
- Brandon!

Brenda, I'm fine, really.
Dylan, tell her I'm okay.

Hey, I'll tell her
anything you want, buddy,

but, those cops outside
get a whiff of your breath,

it's guaranteed, man,
they'll break up this party, for sure.

Okay. Okay.
Just don't let them in the house.

Is there a problem, Officers?

- Is this your house?
- Yes, sir.

Are your parents home?

No, not right now,
but they'll be back soon.

Yeah. Like late Sunday night.

Look, we've had calls
from your neighbors,

none of them are interested in
attending a rock concert tonight, okay?

I'm sorry. You were right.

My cousin, she begged me
not to pump up the volume,

but since it was her birthday,
you know, I...

Happy birthday.

Thanks.

Turn down the music.

We don't want any more complaints.

No problem, Officers.

- Cousins?
- Well...

- Purple Pleasure, I love it.
- A blend of seven essential ingredients,

- plus vitamins A, B, C, and T.
- T?

- Tequila.
- Tequila.

- Hey, B, can I talk to you for a minute?
- Yeah, sure.

Hey, Dylan, what you did with
those cops outside was righteous, man.

You know, it's like I been telling Brenda,

sometimes you just gotta
let things happen.

Brandon,

how about laying off the liquid, huh?

- Is this coming from you or Brenda?
- Me.

And her.

How about a cup of coffee?

No, thanks.

Too late for that.

Hey, I was hoping you'd show.

- A few of your friends?
- Well, this is the place to be.

Well, you missed a great play.

Well, you're just in time
for a great party. You want a drink?

- What are you having?
- Purple Pleasure.

Have a sip.

Gross! That's the worst drink
I've ever tasted.

Well, it grows on you.

Like what? Fungus?

- You wanna dance?
- Yes, sure.

This is heaven.

Honey, I see Trudy.

- Where?
- Over there.

Quick. Let's duck down.

It's no use. They're wearing robes.
They're coming this way.

- Let's get out while we still can.
- Oh, honey, we can't do that.

They've already seen us.

- Either I get out or I kill them.
- Just don't be rude.

Honey, we must be
on the same wavelength.

We had been looking all over
for you lovebirds,

to see if you wanted to take
a little splish-splash with us,

and here you are,
right where we were hoping you'd be.

Actually, we were just getting out.

Oh, now, don't you be no
party pooper on me, Jim Walsh.

The fun is just starting.

How are you tonight, Cindy?

I'm fine, Bob. How are you?

I'm game.

Speaking of games,
we've got a tennis game tomorrow.

Oh, come on now, Jimbo.
I've been waiting all weekend

to go around the goosey-goosey,
ducky-ducky with you.

- What's she talking about?
- I don't know.

But, honey, Trudy and Bob
aren't wearing bathing suits.

Oh, my God!

Kelly's as good-looking
as Christie Brinkley.

Well, you're no Billy Joel.

Go ahead, ask her to dance,

or let's go while we can still make it
home in time for Creature Features.

I'd ask her. I just hate this song.

Look, Steve, I'm just
not in the mood, okay?

I don't want to drink, and I don't want to
follow you to the bedroom.

- I just wanna dance.
- That is not all you wanna do.

A little sip?

- Do you want to dance? I love this song.
- Yeah, it's my favorite.

- So, are you glad you came?
- So, I haven't made up my mind yet.

Well, I'm glad you came.

- Brandon, you're drunk.
- So?

So, I've never seen you drunk before,

and, well, the first time I do,
you kiss me.

Why do you have to edit everything I do?

I'm not a newspaper article.

I mean, I finally get to a place
where I can just kick back,

and no one can handle it.

Maybe that's because
you're not handling it.

Look, I'll see you on Monday.
Take care of yourself.

Brandon, Brandon, big-time trouble.

- The liquor is no longer.
- Oh, meltdown.

Know if your parents
have any bottles stashed?

No, no, no. Don't even think about it.

- Time to put plan B into action.
- Plan B?

- You're pretty good.
- I know.

- Sorry.
- It's okay.

This is your house,

your party and you have the right
to pull the plug whenever you want.

I'll give it to 12:30.
But then they've all gotta go.

All right.

Well, maybe 1:00,
but that is the absolute latest.

All right.

- What if they don't want to leave?
- Then we'll have a slumber party.

Dylan.

Don't worry.
I'll help you kick them out myself,

for a small nominal fee.

- And what do you want?
- You know, the usual.

Okay, here's the plan, soldier.
We'll go to my house to get the booze,

and you go to the market, get munchies
and fruit punch.

We'll meet back here in 15 minutes?

I'll be waiting.

Wanna try again?

Why beat a dead horse?

Every time I close my eyes, all I can see

is Trudy and Bob begging us
to play bucking bronco.

They seemed so normal.

I mean, I know they were
a little too friendly,

but who would have thought
that meant they were...

Kinky!

If that's them,
I'm going straight to the management.

Jim.

It's almost 2:00 in the morning,
for God's sake!

Hello.

Mom, it's me.

Hi, Brenda.

- Sorry to call so late.
- What's wrong?

Brandon was in a car accident tonight,

but he's okay.

Brandon was in a car accident.

Brenda, what happened?

He was driving alone,
so I don't really know,

but he's all right.

Where is Brandon now, honey?

Brenda?

Brenda?

He's in jail, Daddy.

They arrested him for drunk driving.

I'm really sorry, Dad.

- Hey, get your hands...
- Keep going down the hallway.

- Just get your hands off me, all right?
- Let's go.

- This isn't happening to us.
- Oh, yes, it is.

It's like your worst nightmare come true.

No.

A parent's worst nightmare
is ID-ing your child at the morgue.

Oh, my God!

Are you okay?

Yeah. A few cuts and bruises,
a little headache.

- Are you sure you're okay?
- Yeah.

Well, now I know why convicts
risk their lives to escape from prison.

How was your retreat?

Brandon, come here.

I'm sorry, Dad.

Don't worry. We'll get through this.

Look, let's just go home
and get some sleep,

and we can talk about this later.

Yeah, sounds like a plan.

They're going to take my license away,
aren't they?

I think you can count on that.

That's the last time I throw a party.

Party?

What party?

What a mess! This house is a wreck!

What happened here?

I invited a few friends,

and it got a little out of hand.

A little out of hand?

You and your friends trashed this place.

The stains
aren't gonna come out, Brenda.

Dad, they weren't my friends.

Well, they were at our house,
without our permission,

drinking beer and wine
and whatever else you were serving!

We weren't serving anything.

A hundred and fifty extra people
showed up at the same time.

Some of the guys brought liquor.
What were we supposed to do?

Lock the door.

Is that what you and your friends did
when you went on your beer runs?

No. We went back to our frat house,

we didn't go to our parents' house
when they were out of town!

- Look, Dad...
- No, you look.

You look me in the eye

and tell me, how are we ever
supposed to trust you kids again?

We can't go out of town
for a lousy vacation

without you sneaking behind our back.

That's not fair.

- I didn't break the rules.
- Brenda!

- I wasn't drinking.
- How do I know you're telling the truth?

Brenda wasn't drinking, Dad.

I was.

I know. I read the police report.

Why were you drinking, Brandon?

You don't know
how much pressure there is

for guys to drink these days, Dad.

No, no, that's not it.

It just... I can't explain it.

Well, you better try, Brandon.

Because ever since you threw up
at Foster's Lake,

you have made a big point
of telling us how drinking is stupid.

You promised us
you wouldn't do it again.

And I never did

until last night.

And it was only because some jerk
handed me some punch

and didn't tell me it was spiked.

By the time I knew what it was,
I was already halfway looped.

And now I'm gonna have a record.

So, I guess you could say I screwed up.

I guess you could say I'm not perfect.

Nobody is.

But why did you have
to get behind the wheel?

I could turn this
into a tandem bike, if you want.

Unless, of course,
you wanna buck the odds

and go try and
get your driver's license again.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I stood up for you this time.
I didn't let you take the fall.

Why did you lie to them?

It wasn't exactly a lie.

Nobody spiked your drink, Brandon.

- They did at Donna's.
- Yeah,

and then you went on to down a few

without anyone holding a gun
to your head.

Fine.

Brandon, what's going on with you?

What's going on is that I'm coming off
the worst night of my life,

and if I have to bend the chronology
of my downfall to get through it,

I'd hoped you could cut me
a little bit of slack!

- Hi.
- Hi.

I...

I heard what happened. Are you okay?

I'm getting there.

Look, about the other night...

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I'm just glad you're okay.

Me, too.

So, are we grounded forever?

Well, we have to pay
to have all the carpets cleaned,

and replace everything that broke,

so I could conceivably be babysitting
until I'm 45.

Well, everybody is saying
it was the best party of the year.

Yeah, well, I'll tell my parents,
they should be thrilled.

Yeah.

Everyone carries a special song
in their heart.

- This one is for us, Kelly.
- What?

Don't look at me.
I am off the party circuit.

- Can't say I'm sorry to hear that.
- Oh, you're better one-on-one, right?

How's Brandon doing?

Talk about a fender bender.

Brenda told me everything
worked out all right at the hearing.

Yeah, in three weeks
I can apply for permission

to drive to and from work and school.

But till then it's back to bicycle basics.

Well, look at it this way, you were lucky.

I know.

I'm lucky I wasn't killed.

I was going to say, you're lucky
you didn't kill someone else.

Yeah, I gotta look
on the bright side, right?

Or the dark side.

Most people think I don't even have one.

Oh, Brandon, everybody has one.

You just hide it better than most.

You're not doing so good, huh?

Did you ever spend the night in jail?

That's one pleasure
I have managed to avoid.

It's indescribable, man.

Twenty minutes in a cell alone
feels like 20 years.

It's unreal.

Scary, huh?

No. What was scary was
when I hit that truck.

I thought I was gonna die, man.

And I can't get
that sound out of my head.

And I'm sick of every...

I mean, my parents have been cool,

but it's like there's still this big cloud
looming over my house

with this huge neon sign
flashing the word "disappointment".

I know that cloud.

Why does everything I do
have to affect them so much?

It's my life, right?

I swear, I feel like going out right now
and getting drunk

just to show them I can do what I want.

I know just the place.

Where are we going, man?

I see enough of this place
during the day.

My name is Bill, and I'm an alcoholic.

- Hiya, Bill.
- Hi, Bill.

Hi, I'm Katy.

I'm an alcoholic.

- Hello, Katy.
- Hi, Katy.

Hi, I'm Jason, and I'm an alcoholic.

- Hi, Jason.
- Hi, Jason.

Hi, everybody.

I'm Dylan, and I'm an alcoholic.

- Hi, Dylan.
- Hi, Dylan.

I never knew
so many kids had a problem.

Which is basically what
you're trying to tell me, isn't it?

It's like I said before,

I've been there.

Thanks.

Anytime.

Oh, hi.

I was getting into this novel
your mom recommended.

Actually, I was hoping we could talk.

Yeah, me, too,

'cause

the other night wasn't exactly
the first time I had a drink.

I figured as much.

How'd you know?

Believe it or not,
I was your age once, too.

And you lived to tell about it?

So will you, Brandon.