Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990–2000): Season 1, Episode 13 - Slumber Party - full transcript

You're having a slumber party?

I thought you gave those up
in junior high.

It is not a slumber party.
It's an evening of female bonding.

- Right, Mom?
- Sounds good to me, honey.

- Hi, kids.
- Morning.

- Hi, honey.
- Can you fix me a mug to go?

You're setting a wonderful example.

I gotta be at a staff meeting
in about five minutes.

Don't forget about tonight, Dad.
You're going to stay upstairs, right?

Oh, right, the slumber party.

Didn't you give those things up
in junior high?



- Wanna sign off on this, chief?
- Sure.

- We beat Beverly High in tennis?
- Yeah, not that you'd care.

I care.

So what are you up to tonight?

I've got a women's conference
I'm attending.

At your house.

Wait a minute, Brenda's slumber party?

It is not a slumber party.

Are you sure that this thing
is not a slumber party?

I told you, it's a night of female bonding,

a chance for us to get together
and talk about what's important.

But we're doing it in our PJs.

Well, that would make sense, unless
you'd prefer to sleep in your clothes.

Well, can't we invite some guys
to come over later?



I mean, after we've talked
and bonded and everything?

Kelly, I thought what we wanted
was an evening to ourselves,

where we don't have to think
about guys, or talk about guys,

or worry about what we look like
because some guy is around.

I mean, isn't that what we said?

- So, what's the problem?
- Nothing. Actually, there is one thing.

I kind of made plans
with this other friend of mine,

Amanda Peyser.
You don't know her. She's a senior.

- But we have been friends forever.
- So bring her.

Well, I know this may sound stupid,

but I don't want her to think
that this is a slumber party.

I mean, it's not a slumber party, right?

Guess where we're gonna be tonight?

- You're crazy.
- Wild and crazy.

She's kicking you
out of your own house?

That's bold.

I wouldn't stand for that if I were you.

Well, I don't wanna be anywhere
that I'm not wanted.

Well, what do you say
you and I go out tonight,

try to find some girls who are interested

in having a slumber party
with other guys?

Now there's an idea.

Hey, you guys got your nighties all set
for this evening?

Well, we're sorry
you have to miss it, Steve.

From what I hear, cheap thrills are
about all you're getting these days.

Left you in the dust.

- Your sister dissed me.
- Yeah, kind of, man, but it was weak.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Brenda, Kelly and Donna are here
to bond with you.

Have fun, ladies.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Brenda, this is really weird.

Kelly, we are going to have fun.
Where's Amanda?

Oh, she's coming later.

She wanted to bring her own car
in case...

Something better came along.

I think this might be all
a little too down-home for her.

Kelly, we're not going on hayrides.

Look, why don't you just go upstairs
and change?

All right, but I'm warning you.
I don't have a nightgown.

- I wear men's silk pajamas.
- Whose?

Very funny.

How are we gonna
get in this place, man?

Would you relax? They never card
as long as you're dressed right.

And failing that,
I'll slip the guy 20 bucks.

What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?

- Nice tie.
- Hey, I bought this tie in Canada.

Evening, ladies.

So you really think
you can pick up a girl in here?

I know I can pick up a girl in there.

Wait a minute,
what happens when she asks you

where you live, where you work?
What are you gonna say?

I tell her I work for my father's
import-export company

and go to SC part-time.
What do you do?

I'm a professional hockey player
for the Kings.

No. Say you took a year off from UCLA
to find yourself.

They'll eat that up.

Brenda would love this place, man.

Yeah, by now that party's probably
crashing and burning.

Girls need guys.
They can't have fun without us.

Hello!

- Hello!
- Amanda, hi!

Amanda, this is Brenda, Donna, Andrea,
and Mrs Walsh.

- Hi.
- Hello, everyone.

I thought you said
this wasn't a slumber party.

Excuse me, all. I'm going to bed.
Nice to meet you, Amanda.

Amanda, if you need
a nightshirt or something,

- I have some extras upstairs.
- How sweet of you, Brenda.

Do you mind if I talk to Kelly
for a minute?

Kelly, you can't be serious.

The Pioneers at USC are having
the most amazing party tonight.

We've got to be there.

But we planned on being here,
remember?

That was before this.

Come on, Kelly,
I can't put on a nightgown

- and run around like a schoolgirl.
- You are a schoolgirl,

unless you suddenly graduated
and forgot to clue me.

Well, then I guess I'm a schoolgirl
that gets invited

- to the best frat parties in town.
- Well, have fun.

- Don't tell me you're staying.
- All right, I won't.

Okay. Okay, I'll stay
for a couple of hours.

Maybe by then you'll be bored enough
to come to your senses.

- You're gonna have fun.
- Okay,

but I'm not going to parade around
in some strange girl's nightgown.

Okay. Come on.

Okay. Fine.

Okay, we have chocolate ice cream,
vanilla ice cream, chocolate syrup

- and whipped cream.
- Do you have any other cookies?

Yeah. I think they're in the cupboard.

I love cookies smushed in ice cream.
The best.

Do you ever put popcorn
in your ice cream?

Oh, that's disgusting.

No, it's really good.

Well, we have microwave popcorn
in a bowl over there.

- Great.
- Wait.

Okay. Amanda, what do you want?
Do you want vanilla or chocolate?

Nothing for me, thanks.

Oh, come on, Amanda, you're gonna
make us all look like pigs.

You said it, I didn't.

- Donna, that is so gross.
- I know, but I like it.

I don't know why, but I do. Okay?

This is something you can never do
with guys.

- What?
- Pig out.

- Do you eat on dates, Amanda?
- Never.

But I always order something expensive.

- Why?
- To let them know I'm worth it.

Wow.

I knew it was over with me and Steve

when I started pigging out
every time we went out to eat.

He never took you out to eat, Kelly.

Okay. Okay, what's it gonna take?
$40? $50?

- Come on, Steve.
- Chill, Brandon.

Come on.

I'm never coming back to this pigsty.

It's weak anyway.
We're not missing a thing.

- Steve, don't worry about it.
- I can't believe that guy.

He wouldn't even take my money.
What's this world coming to?

You know, I really hate being underage.
It sucks.

- Steve?
- What?

Remember those two girls
who were waiting out in front of the club

when we were trying to get in?

Which ones?

One of them was wearing
a pair of biker shorts

with garter belts sticking out under it,
little stockings, and

the other one's wearing one of those
tops that looks like a bra,

- but isn't a bra, but is a bra.
- Yeah, those. They were hot.

- They're coming this way.
- Oh, I knew we were gonna get lucky.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- I'm Trena. This is Shelly.
- I'm Steven. This is Brandon.

- Hi.
- God, it was so dead in there tonight.

- I don't blame you guys for bailing.
- Yeah, it was kind of beat in there, huh?

- God, I love your car. It's so hot.
- Well, it gets me around.

I want one of these someday.

So, what are you ladies doing
this evening?

I don't know. What are we doing?

- I'm not squashing you, am I?
- No, no, you're fine.

- God, Steve, I love your car.
- Really?

Yeah, I love the stick shift.
Is it hard to drive?

No, not at all. In fact, in a sports car,
a stick's the only way to go.

Puts you at one with the road
and the machine.

Kind of zen-like.

Very.

- You ever driven a stick before?
- No, but I always wanted to.

- Can I shift the gears?
- Go for it.

- Ready. Just tell me when.
- When I say, push it up to third.

Now.

I love it.

God, Brandon, you have
the most beautiful hair. It's so thick.

- It's perfect hair for a convertible.
- Hey, you have very nice hair yourself.

- So, you guys want to go to your place?
- I don't know.

Why don't we go back to your place?

Well, actually, our apartment's being

kind of earthquake-proofed, right, Bran?

Yeah. They're putting in
structural reinforcements.

So we got to stay out all night.
Got any ideas?

Actually, I know this really secluded
parking lot.

It's behind this
boarded-up elementary school.

It's right near here.

- We could sort of hang out and talk.
- Sounds good to me.

- What do you say, Bran?
- I think...

Let's do it.

I am in sugar shock.

I feel like I just gained 10 pounds.

- So what do you guys wanna do now?
- Let's rent Pretty Woman.

- Donna, you've seen that 300 times.
- It's dependable.

You know, sometimes

I think about running away and
becoming a hooker

on Hollywood Boulevard,
just so I can meet Richard Gere.

- There's only one problem.
- What?

You're not Julia Roberts.

Oh, shut up.

What? I'm just being honest.

I wouldn't want you to go
and ruin your whole life.

Look, we are not going to rent a movie.

The whole point of us getting together
tonight was so we could talk.

- What a concept!
- It's turning into a boring concept.

All right, I am going to take these things
into the kitchen.

Kelly, don't panic.
Do you want anything?

No, really. Thanks. I'm full.

Kelly, let's get out of here.

If we leave now,
we'll get there fashionably late.

I don't know. I promised Brenda.

Come on, I would never
put you through this kind of torture.

- Can't you just relax and have fun?
- No.

This is completely seventh grade,
and you know it.

Come on, Kel,
I hate to go to these things alone.

Think how cool it will be.
Look at the option.

- Hey, look what Andrea brought.
- What is it?

- It's a Ouija board.
- Oh, my God, I love these things.

- They are so cool.
- What do you do with it?

Well, you ask it questions.
Contact spirits.

Sorry.

Do you think that we could really
do that?

If the energy is right.

Give me a break!
That thing's a bunch of crap.

I wouldn't say that if I were you.
It's a pretty powerful thing.

- I'm so scared.
- Well, why don't you try it?

Okay, I will.

- I'm gonna go turn off the lights.
- Okay. Great.

Let us all join hands.

We are gathered here tonight as friends

to open the door to the spirit world.

If there are any spirits
who would like to pass through,

this room is a safe haven for you.

Right?

- Yes.
- Yeah.

Give me a break.

Does anybody have anyone
they would like to contact?

Brenda?

- I don't know anybody that's dead.
- Okay.

Why don't we try to contact
my grandma?

Fine.

Okay.

Everybody take two fingers
and place them near the magic window

in the middle of the board.

Now concentrate.

Oh, my God. "l",

"M",

"H",

"E",

"R",

"E".

I'm here.

It spelled, "I'm here."

Grandma?

- What is that?
- She's here.

I'm scared. You guys, I'm really scared.

- I think they're gonna kill us.
- But what a way to go.

What is it?

There's some creep outside
taking photos of us.

Oh, my God. It's David Silver.

Give me that, you little pervert.

You know, you better get out of here
before I call the police.

- Geek.
- Loser.

That was my mom's camera.

Can you believe those guys?

I can't believe such immature people
go to our high school.

Neither can I.

What's wrong?
Are the spirits no longer cooperating?

No, this is... This is too powerful.
I don't think that we're ready for this.

- Damn it.
- What?

- It's after midnight.
- So what?

- Do frat boys turn into pumpkins?
- No. They turn into drunken slobs.

- You sure made my night.
- Amanda, you didn't have to come.

What, and miss all the fun?
The party games?

- Well, why don't you just leave?
- No. I don't want to.

Besides, everyone's ruined my night.

- It's my turn to ruin theirs.
- What are you talking about?

Okay, everyone.
I've got a game if you're up for it.

- What?
- Skeletons in the closet.

What is it?

Well, everyone sits in a circle,
and the person in the middle

has to answer all our questions,
as honestly as possible.

What kinds of questions?

Well, it's up to you.
Whatever you feel like asking.

Of course, the better the questions,
the better the game.

I... I don't know.

- Why? You got so much to hide?
- No.

Look, you guys,
this game can get pretty intense.

- The more intense the better.
- Okay.

Let's do it.

Who wants to go first?

I will.

- Well, it sure is dark.
- And private.

I like private.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- I wanna drive it.
- What?

- Your car. I want to drive it.
- Sure, anytime.

I wanna drive it now.

- Now?
- Yeah.

- It would really make me crazy.
- It would?

Everybody out of the car.
Trena wants to drive it.

- Now?
- Only for a minute.

I wanna drive around the parking lot.

Okay.

Okay, remember what I told you?

It's like an "H." First. Second.

Third. And fourth.

And fifth and sixth,
but don't worry about those.

Okay, got my foot on the clutch.
I'm ready to go.

- Okay, just let up on the clutch slowly.
- Okay.

Easy. She's stripping my gears.

- Had enough yet?
- No.

Come on!

What are you doing?

Where are you going?

What's going on?

Steve, I don't think they're coming back.

Brandon, shut up.

They're coming back, and we're gonna
wait right here until they do.

Steve, we've been waiting here
over an hour, buddy.

- Maybe it's time...
- Brandon, if you want to leave, leave.

But I'm staying here.
I know they're coming back.

So, what do you think they're doing
out there in your car?

I could think of a lot of things.
Like, maybe they went to get us beers.

Or maybe Trena left her purse
at the bar,

and there's a long line,
and they can't get back in.

Brandon, you saw the way
they were coming on to us.

- You can't fake that stuff.
- We got scammed, all right, Steve?

They stole your car
and they scammed us.

And I'm not going to sit around here
any longer

and listen to you
make excuses for them.

- Where are you going?
- I'm going to the police. You coming?

No.

I can't believe what a moron I am.

What's my dad gonna say about this?

Just tell him the truth.

He might never let me
live this one down.

What if people at school find out?
I'm gonna be totally humiliated.

You gotta swear.

You gotta swear you're not gonna tell
anybody about this.

Scout's honor.

- What?
- "Scout's honor."

No one's ever said that to me before.

Well, that's the problem, Steve.

Things like this don't happen
to good Scouts.

Is it too late to join?

So, who wants to start?
You can ask her anything.

Okay. What's your middle name?

Marlene.

What's your favorite color?

Fuchsia.

"What's your middle name?
What's your favorite color?" Retch!

The game is called
"Skeletons in the closet."

We're just warming up.

Kelly.

What was your first sexual experience?

Now that's more like it.

Okay. It was with Steve.

After we'd been going out
for about a month,

he started talking about sex constantly.

Neither of us had ever done it,
so naturally we were curious.

But he was definitely more curious
than me.

It got to the point where
all's we would talk about was sex.

How? When? Where?

Anyway, after all the talking
and planning,

we ended up doing it in his bedroom
one day after school

while his mom was downstairs being
interviewed by Entertainment Tonight.

They even talked to Steve afterwards,

and you should see the tape.
He's got this huge grin across his face

the whole time they're talking to him.

No.

Why don't you tell them
about the real first time you had sex?

- That was the first time, Amanda.
- Oh, really?

- Whatever happened to Ross Webber?
- Who's Ross Webber?

Well, come on, Kel.

All right, I'll tell you.

Ross Webber was this godly stud
on the football team

who I had a hopeless crush on
in the ninth grade.

- B.N.J.
- What's that?

Before Nose Job.

Right.

Anyway,

I was working the whole year
at getting close to him.

I started hanging out
with the JV cheerleaders,

going to all the games,

just tagging along
wherever he was going to be.

And one night, after some game,

everybody was getting drunk except me.

And a bunch of us
drove up to Mulholland.

When we got there,

Ross says he wants to take me
to his favorite spot in the woods.

And I'm so stupid, I think,

"Wow, that would be a neat thing to do."

But of course,

when we get there,
all's he wants to do is have sex.

He kept saying,

"Come on, Kel, I know you want it.

"I know you want it, Kelly."

And I did.

But not on the ground.

He didn't even bring a blanket.

And it was over pretty quick.
And after that, he took me home.

And never talked to me again.

Is that what you had in mind?

Okay, fellas. Let me get this straight.

- You met these two outside Floodlights.
- Right.

What were you doing
outside Floodlights?

You gotta be 21 to get in there.

- Well, we were just driving by.
- Right.

And those girls just came up to the car.

And asked you to drive them
to the abandoned elementary school.

- Well, yeah.
- That's trespassing, you know.

But we'll let that slide.

Then what?

Well, then she begged me
to let her drive my car.

In fact, that's all she talked about

- from the second she met me.
- That's right.

- So you let her drive your car.
- Well, yeah.

And then her friend jumped in,
and she kept on driving

- right out of the parking lot.
- But you told her she could.

- Well...
- She had your consent.

- Sort of.
- Sorry, fellas, that's not car stealing.

That's car borrowing.

- What?
- You can't be serious.

Forty-eight hours,
if the car is still missing,

then you can report it stolen.

But until then,
I'm afraid you don't have a case.

Or a car.

Go ahead, ask me anything.

Why does everybody call you "Andrea"?

- Excuse me?
- What, are you British?

I mean, Andrea. God.

- It is pretty pretentious.
- It's pronounced both ways.

But Andrea is...

Well, it's a little boring and common.
I like to be different.

- Good answer.
- Thank you.

- So, am I through?
- No, not yet.

Have you ever slept with a guy before?

- That's really personal.
- That's the point of the game.

If you can't take it,
maybe you should go home.

No.

No, I have never slept with a guy before.

I mean, yet.

Well, if you could sleep with any guy
in school, who would it be?

- Come on, you guys. I can't answer that.
- Yeah, you can.

I don't know, I...

I guess... I guess...

- I guess it would have to be...
- Brandon.

- No.
- No?

No. Not Brandon. No.

You know, it would have to be
Hans Fleischman,

he is this incredibly gorgeous lifeguard
who pulled me out of the water

when I was stung by a jellyfish
at Zuma beach last summer.

Sure, Andrea. We believe you.

What is this?

I told you, Brandon is just a friend.
I do not want to sleep with him.

Wait a second.

Is this the same guy you're always
walking around the halls with,

batting your big cow eyes at every day?

What are you talking about?

Get a life, Andrea.
The whole school knows.

Not that they care.

It's true.

Okay.

Okay.

So it is Brandon.

So who do we call?
Your mom or my mom?

Definitely your mom.
At least she won't hit me.

Hey, kid.

- Your license number l8A 4RE?
- Yeah. Why?

We just picked up two girls
breaking 100, no ID,

driving a charcoal Corvette,
vanity plates, "I ate a Ferrari."

You're kidding. Where are they?

We should have them here
in a few minutes.

Yeah! Justice is served. Yeah.

Come on, Donna,
you got to have some secrets.

I don't. I tell you guys everything.

If you could go out
with any guy in school, who would it be?

Greg Houseman. You know that.
She never stops talking about him.

Well, he's cute.

What is the most dishonest thing
you have ever done?

Nothing.

Didn't anybody in your family go insane
or something? Anything?

No.

We're all really normal.

You know what your problem is, Donna?

What?

Your life is totally boring.

Anybody who can't dredge up
one secret about themselves

is either lying or a total zero.

That is not true.

Why? What are you hiding, Brenda?

- Nothing, Amanda.
- Really?

That's not what I hear.

Those are the girls that stole my car.

- Steve.
- Brandon.

What happened to you guys?
We came back and you weren't there.

What are you talking about?
We waited an hour for you.

An hour?
Do you think we were gone that long?

No, it doesn't seem like it was that long.

Oh, come on, you guys scammed us.
You stole his car.

Brandon!

- What are you talking about?
- We were just fooling around.

We went for a little ride, but I took
a weird turn, and we just got lost.

It was so scary.

We were driving as fast as we could
to get out of there,

and I just kept worrying about you guys,

wondering if I was ever
going to find you again.

Oh, spare me.

Do you really think
we believe that story?

So, are you gonna make this up to me?

Definitely.

- Okay, you can let them go.
- I can't let her go.

She's got a warrant out for her arrest
on a prior speeding ticket.

She's got to pay $150 bail.

And I'm broke.

Steve.

Do you take Visa?

Brenda, what is the most completely
outrageous thing you've ever done?

I went with a bunch of my friends
last summer down to the lake.

And a few of the guys decided
to go skinny-dipping.

- Did you?
- No.

They were just trying
to get us to take off our bathing suits.

So instead, we took theirs.

- How outrageous.
- Why don't you just shut up?

- Did I hit a nerve?
- No.

It's just that you've been acting
like a total bitch

- since the minute you got here.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to be rude.

So, is that it?

No shameless secrets from your past?

- Actually, maybe there is one.
- I knew it.

Back in Minneapolis,
my best friend was Marjorie Miller.

And she was going out
with Jim Townsend,

who I thought was really, really cute.

So, once we were at this party,

and Jim and I were alone,
we were outside or something,

and somehow we started kissing.

Of course, I liked it.

And when Marjorie heard about it
that night,

she called me really late.

It woke up the whole house,
and she was crying, she was hysterical.

She kept saying,

"How could you do that to me, Brenda?

"How could you do that?"

And the part I hate to think about

is that I know why I did it.

I did it to break them up.

Wow.

Did you guys
ever become friends again?

Not like we were.

Brenda, I have a confession
to make to you.

What?

After you started going out with Dylan,
I tried to get a date with him.

- What?
- Brenda, I have always liked him.

And he was flirting with me all last year
before you moved here.

- Did you ever go out with him?
- No.

Well, obviously he wasn't interested.

Okay, Brenda. I get the picture.

I was just trying to be honest. But I...

You know, I thought after what you said,
you'd understand.

What? Understand that you were putting
the moves on my boyfriend?

Look, just forget it, all right?

You know, ever since you started
going out with Dylan,

you have developed
this side to your personality

that's completely unbearable.

Donna, is that true?

Well, you have become a little stuck-up.

Me? You and Kelly
are two of the most stuck-up people

- I've ever met in my life.
- Fine.

I cannot believe you guys.

I came here tonight because I thought
I was gonna make good friends.

You guys are so gossipy.

Thanks for the memories.
I'm out of here.

- So am I.
- Me, too.

Told you
we should have gone to the frat party.

Hey.

We haven't put Amanda in the circle.

That's right, Amanda. It's your game.

Oh, forget it.
You guys are all a bunch of dupes.

I would never tell you anything private
about myself.

- Wished I hadn't.
- Me, either.

Kelly, no.

I'm glad you did.

What happened to you
was a terrible thing.

And I'm glad you told us.

And I guess it's nice to know
that you're really not so perfect after all.

What would ever make you think
I was perfect?

Brenda, I'm sorry. I would never try
and steal Dylan from you.

I lost one best friend
because of some stupid guy.

- I'm not going to lose two.
- Thanks.

And I'm sorry I called you pretentious.

- And I'm sorry I called you gossipy.
- It's okay. Sometimes I am.

Well, I'm sorry
for not having more problems.

But I plan to.

And when I do, I'm going to need
your shoulders to cry on.

Come here.

- Hey, where did Amanda go?
- She left. Good riddance.

- She left her purse.
- Good. Let's throw it out the window.

Oh, my God. What are all these pills?

Let me see.

These are diet pills.

Take too many of these,
and PMS starts to look like a vacation.

- And after seeing Amanda tonight...
- Hello?

Hello, I forgot my...

Give me that. I can't believe
you guys went through my purse.

Amanda, when's the last time you ate?

- What?
- My mom used to pop these like candy.

They kill your appetite
and murder your personality.

- Just give me my stuff.
- Why are you doing this to yourself?

Look, I'm just not lucky enough
to be born as beautiful as you.

- I've got to work at it, all right?
- You are beautiful, Amanda.

Remember me in eighth grade?
Was I beautiful then?

- Yes, you were pretty.
- I was fat, Kelly.

And then you went on a diet
and you lost all that weight.

That's right.

And I swore that no matter what,
I would never be that way again.

No matter what.

Even if it's turned you into a total bitch?

So, what do you want me to do?
Blimp out?

God, guys don't go for fat chicks.
Everybody knows that.

I'm not saying you have to be fat.

But why don't you just relax
and be whoever you're gonna be

- without all these pills?
- God, I wish I could do that.

I really wish I could.

Would it help to talk about it?

Oh, sure.

Guess you guys got me.
My skeleton's out.

I used to be fat, and now I'm thin.
And I'm a bitch.

- Bye.
- Amanda, please don't go.

- Why? Don't you want me to go?
- No.

I want you to stay here
with the rest of us.

Are you sure?

Definitely.

Absolutely.

Okay.

Okay, I'll stay.

Good.

Brenda, do you have any more of those
chocolate-covered cookies

in the refrigerator?

- Yeah, I think there's a whole box left.
- Great.

- Hey, Donna?
- Yeah?

- Will you bring me a couple?
- Sure.

On second thought,
why don't you bring the whole box?

Got it.

Call me anytime.

- I really appreciate this, Steve.
- Well, how about tomorrow night?

Tomorrow's fine.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Yeah.

"This certificate good for one
deluxe manicure at Trena's Nails."

Hey, this isn't what I had in mind
about making it up to me.

What happened tonight, Brandon?

I thought we had it wired
with those girls.

Steve, we got scammed.
But you know what?

I had a blast, man.

Sure beats the hell out
of a slumber party.

- Sure does.
- Maybe Brenda could use this.

Thanks.

"Oh, I'm broke."

Brandon.

Most guys would die to be in this room.

Where have you been?

- Out with Steve.
- Doing what?

Oh, you know, guy stuff.

What'd you guys do?

Oh, you know, girl stuff.

Meaning what?

Meaning you tell me, I'll tell you.

Forget it. I don't even want to know
what "girl stuff" is.

Good. I wouldn't have told you anyway.

- Good night, Brenda.
- Good night, Brandon.

Good night, John-Boy.