Parker Lewis Can't Lose (1990–1993): Season 1, Episode 23 - King Kube - full transcript
The announcement of the Queen and King of the Junior Prom is surprising and scandalous at the same time. On his own Jerry is responsible for the outcome of Larry Kubiac winning. Now that the whole thing has gone to Kubiac's head coming out with the truth proves to be hard and potentially painful for Jerry. In the end Kubiac takes the news poorly and winds up dropping out of school due to the ensuing embarrassment. It'll take Parker and the rest of the school to undo the damage and get Kubiac back.
Po
Pop
pop th
pop the
pop the bi
pop the big
pop the big qu
pop the big ques
pop the big questi
pop the big question
pop the big question.
Amber, will you go to the
junior prom with me?
I'd love to go to prom
with you, Parker.
Yes!
I'd love to go to the
prom with you, Mikey.
Do not adjust your set.
Mikey and I are just
doubling our pleasure,
doubling our fun.
Coolness, Park. Our prom dates
come with their own spare.
"Prom dates with their
own spare."
Very glib, sir.
Jer, what are you doing?
I'm cataloguing every hand
you hold, every kiss you give,
every move you make.
It's time to be your
own man, Jer.
Start making your own decisions.
Whatever you say, sirs.
Thank you so much!
Oh, my little prom planning
committee has really outdone
itself this time!
It was a wonderful
presentation, and your
prom theme,
"Yo! Domingo Raps,"
well, what can I say?-
Go, go, go.
Ugh!
Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?
All that work, up in smoke?
Let me tell you a little
prom story, Frank.
All about a hopeful,
innocent young girl,
invited to spend her first
prom with her prince,
a gorgeous 220 pound
linebacker with promisingly
huge hands.
The prom was to be the
highlight of her young life.
The Cinderella fantasy
come true.
Oh, my.
Only the prince gave
Cinderella mono and she spent
her prom night home alone
sucking on lemon drops.
But at long last,
I have the power to recreate
that lost night.
Oh, I want everything
to be perfect, Frank.
The way it should have
been back in 1970 for
that Cinderella girl.
- Miss Musso...
- That Cinderella girl...
It was you?
Frank, buy a clue.
Ladies and gentlemen,
your hosts,
Principal Grace Musso
and special obedience helper
Frank Lemmer.
The junior prom rally.
Time to announce this
year's king and queen.
As always, it's a no-brainer.
Who can blame us for being
a little less than rapt
in our attention?
After all, the same popular
kids always win.
People like Robin-Linn Welch.
Michelle DeVoe.
What kind of idiot could
get excited about
something like this?
I'm so nervous.
We both are.
And now, the winner.
Queen of this year's
Santo Domingo junior prom...
Michelle DeVoe.
Color us surprised.
And now, the moment
we've all been waiting for.
The new king of the Santo
Domingo junior prom is...
Larry Kubiac!
Me? Prom king?-
- Larry Kubiac?-
King Kube?
- Douse me with Gatorade, sirs.
- I finally did something on my own.
What? Sleep with
the nightlight off?
No. Bigger. Better.
A bud prank worthy
of the big boys.
If I may say so,
worthy of you sirs.
- I go the kids to elect Mr.
- Kubiac prom king as a joke.
Jer, when Kube finds out
it was just a joke
he'll be crushed.
And you can count on
Kube doing some serious
crushing of his own.
But gee, sirs.
I didn't mean to hurt him.
It was only a joke.
Well, maybe if we're
lucky it won't be such
a big deal to him.
Thank you for making this
the happiest day of my life.
Mental note. Contact
witness relocation program.
There have been great kings
through the ages.
- Louis, Henry, Kong.
- Well, move over, boys.
There's a new king in town.
Six foot seven, 320 pounds
of royal thunder.
I give you, King Kube.
- Cruelness.
- Total cruelness.
Sirs.
I've committed
a terrible injustice.
- By getting the kids to elect Mr.
- Kubiac prom king as a joke,
I've led an innocent man into
a world of self-delusion
and shamed the sacred
best bud name.
Consider me the unknown bud.
Jerry, it might look like
we're always in control,
but sometimes we're not.
In fact, most of the time
we are...
This far from screwing up
just like you did.
There's a certain risk
that comes along with
pulling a scam.
There's also a responsibility.
So when you're gonna do it,
you gotta make sure
it's worth it.
Like helping someone
instead of hurting them.
Understand?
Loud and clear, sir.
My shame runs deep.
Say, chaps.
We need to chat.
For the first time in my life,
I have an opportunity to
ask someone out
whom I've always
been endeared to.
Eileen Larson.
Do you think she's
still available?
Hmm. I'd stake my life on it.
Smashing.
- Miss Musso...
- -Shh, Frank, I'm on hold with Donny Osmond's people.
The Donny Osmond?
- I am this close to getting...
- Miss Musso?
Yes. Hello, yes,
I'm still here.
This is Grace Musso?
That's right, Grace Musso,
Donny's number one fan.
The same Grace Musso who has
written the Don-ster hundreds
of adoring fan letters
over the years.
What's that?
Lady was a psychopath.
Yes, the FBI did speak
to me about that but...
Hello?
- Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
- He'll get back to me.
The human brain is a marvel
of modern technology.
It governs both voluntary
and involuntary actions.
It works while we're
awake and alert.
After a quick confab,
Mikey, Jerry and I decided
the best defense
was a good offense.
And nothing would be
more offensive to Kube
than learning the truth.
In spite of the appalling
locker incident, I'm confident
they're behind me all the way.
I just didn't realize how far.
- Kube.
- Kube, we gotta talk.
- Hold your horses, old boy.
- There's something I have to do first.
Eileen.
Will you go to the prom with me?
Is this a joke?
Because if it is
I'll kick your butt.
Prom kings don't joke.
And they don't show up
without a queen.
Are you serious about this?
Because if you're not,
I can break your hand
in three places.
Larry Kubiac, I'd be happy
to be your date.
- Do you hear that, world?
- I'm king.
- King Kube.
- Mental note.
Work on my timing.
- But first, I need to work on something else.
- A solution.
Park, maybe we should just
leave well enough alone.
- Ditto, sir.
- Letting this whole thing blow over really is the best strategy.
- Super.
- When did you guys think this up, while you were hiding in the lockers?
I'm sorry, guys.
- We can run, but we can't hide.
- Sooner or later, someone's bound to tell Kube the truth.
Better it come from
a friend than some
two-faced backstabber.
Wait up, Your Highness.
Like my sister.
My brother and his buds
got the whole school to
elect you prom king
as one big, stupid joke.
A joke that's on you, Rex.
- What do you say, King?
- You gonna stomp 'em?
Hmm, interesting.
I'd love to stay and chat,
but I have a tuxedo fitting.
Ciao.
Wow. The Kube was
actually... Cool.
Prognosis.
- From my calculations, sir, taking into account Mr.
- Kubiac's extensive body mass
in proportion to his primitive
neurological development, it
should take approximately...
Forty seconds for news
of this emotional magnitude
to reach his brain.
- Which is...
- Now.
It's all a joke?
Oh, uh, look, Kube...
We need to talk,
we want to apologize.
Too late for talk.
Time to act.
I'm transferring out
of this school.
The Kube is gone.
Long live the Kube.
When Larry cleans out
his locker, you know
he means business.
If it's our fault he wants
to leave Santo Domingo,
then it's our job
to convince him to stay.
The time to act is now.
Are you with me
or are you with me?
- Total withness.
- With you all the way, sir.
What do you want?
- Well, we just wanted...
- "We?"
Throughout history,
mankind has...
What!
We just... I just wanted to
let you know how sorry
that I... That we...
Are about what happened.
And that no one is laughing
anymore, I swear.
Hey, Larry,
don't forget your crown!
- Wonderful, I'll have the perfect dress for this prom.
- Perfect.
Too poufy.
Too prissy.
Too sleazy.
Do you take Visa?
Per your request, Miss Musso,
I've located a DJ to play your
classic collection of
vintage '70s records.
Oh, good!
Flexiglass.
The end of the Kubiac era.
No more thunder stomps,
no more animal roars,
no more of the big fella's
creaky smiles.
We hurt Larry, and in doing so
we've deprived Santo Domingo
of a school treasure.
Because of us, there's
gonna be a king-sized
void in this school.
Won't be the same
without him, sir.
- We know that.
- If only Kube did.
He might just decide to stay.
Gentlemen, synchronize
Swatches for operation
"It's a Wonderful Kube."
Thanks, guys.
Nice to know that
you're with me.
Right behind you, sir.
Kube.
Sit back, relax, and pretend
for a moment that you were
never here at Santo Domingo
High School.
Okay?
There's Mr. Lewis
with Mr. Grimm,
and Mr. Randall with
Mr. Spinak.
Why are you guys
with different buds?
I thought you two would
be best friends forever.
- Nope.
- Because you were never here, Mikey and I ended up sworn enemies.
We had a falling out
over a babe.
All because you weren't around
to bring us back together.
When we scrunched your
lunch bag, Mikey and I
went our separate ways.
- Recognize this guy?
- Jerry Steiner.
Just another diaper-rashed
punk who fell in with
the wrong crowd
and turned to a life of crime.
All because you weren't
there to get rid of the bad
influence in Jerry's life.
You see, Mr. King Kubiac, sir.
- We care about you.
- We don't want you to go.
Never told you this before,
Larry, but we think
of you as a friend.
The ramifications of the loss
will reach far, far beyond
the bounds of bud-dom.
Observe.
Lord, no.
Not the cafeteria.
They had to shut it down, Kube.
Without your appetite,
the cafeteria cooks
all lost their jobs.
The economic devastation
even forced Musso into
pursuing her second love.
♪ Give my regards to Broadway
Unfortunately, she never
makes it past the
bowling lounge circuit.
Santo Domingo High is forced
to close its doors.
Morale-deprived students
roam the streets.
The city's fragile economic
system becomes
irreversibly damaged.
The stock market collapses.
Once peaceful nations turn
upon each other.
Angry seas swell
in ecological protest,
throwing the Earth off
its axis and into the sun.
Nice video, Parker.
But look me in the neck
and tell me that
I'm more than just
some big joke to the
kids in this school.
Hey, Larry,
don't forget your crown!
Like I thought.
Hey, Park, we did our best.
Yeah, right, I just wish
there was something
else we could do.
I think this time
he's gone for good.
There's an old saying about
putting something away
for a rainy day.
And for the Kube,
that day has come.
Get out of here!
You?
It's going to be a terrific
party, Miss Musso, you've
really outdone yourself.
You know, Frank...
I often wonder what my life
would've been like had I
made it to my dream prom
with my linebacker beau,
Ronnie Ray Rasmithson.
Oh, Ronnie Ray.
Now there was a boy who could
take it in the numbers and
keep right on coming.
Ronnie Ray promised
me a lot of things.
He promised me
we'd dance all night,
promised me we'd go for
a moonlit, romantic ride.
Yeah, Ronnie Ray promised
me a lot of things
he never delivered.
Prom night. A big night
in more ways than one.
Here's hoping I get lucky.-
You don't give up, do you?
We thought we'd give it
one last shot.
I mean, the prom won't be the
same without you, Kube.
Please, Kube.
I mean, it was just a joke.
A joke?
A joke?
Don't you guys see that
this joke is only funny
because it's on me?
Do you think it would be funny
if Mikey were elected?
Or you, Park? No.
But elect the freak,
and it's funny.
Vote in Paul Bunyan and
everybody gets to yuk it up.
- I know you guys didn't mean any harm.
- I can forgive you.
I do forgive you.
But the whole school
is laughing at me.
And, I mean, I have my pride.
I just can't face them.
I'm just not big enough.
There's a first.
- Mr. Kubiac, sir.
- Major prom news.
Save it.
Like I told these guys,
I'm not going.
- I figured you might not.
- That's why...
King Kube! King Kube!
The prom is coming to you.
Well, Kube?
Okay, okay, you like me.
This time you really like me!
So does this mean you're
gonna stay at Santo Domingo?
Well, I've already
decided to stay.
Really? Hey, because
of our video?
No, I have my reasons.
Ready or not, here it comes!
Popcorn?
"Popcorn?"
No, 'cause the little woman.
Well, what are you waiting
for? Let's party!
- Well?
- No one.
The parking lot's empty.
- Empty? Empty!
- Oh, that's just great!
Another prom night ruined.
Oh, this night was
nearly perfect.
Nearly everything
I imagined it would be.
Nearly everything
I imagined it would be.
Donny?
Is it really you?
Oh, then it's true!
You didn't forget about me.
After all these years,
after all my letters...
Is it puppy love?
- No, Grace.
- It's soldier love now.
♪ Yeah
♪ Like a thief in the night
♪ Who can't get enough
♪ I am willing to fight
♪ 'Cause I'm a soldier of love
♪ Like a shot in the dark
♪ When the goin' gets rough
Good work, Jer!
You're not angry with me, sir?
I mean, I went against
the official bud policy
and showed everyone
the "It's a Wonderful Kube"
video without your permission.
It's pure rock 'n roll, Jer.
Sooner or later, you gotta
jump onstage and
take your solo.
- And you were ready.
- Thanks to you, sirs.
I can't prove it, but I think
Jerry has my date.
For most of us,
the high school prom is
a night of sweaty palms
and renting clothes.
For me and the buds,
it's a night of growing up
and making our friend Larry
Kubiac's prom night
a night of acceptance,
friendship, and love.
Mr. Lewis? Mr. Randall?
Mr. Phillips? Hello?
Pop
pop th
pop the
pop the bi
pop the big
pop the big qu
pop the big ques
pop the big questi
pop the big question
pop the big question.
Amber, will you go to the
junior prom with me?
I'd love to go to prom
with you, Parker.
Yes!
I'd love to go to the
prom with you, Mikey.
Do not adjust your set.
Mikey and I are just
doubling our pleasure,
doubling our fun.
Coolness, Park. Our prom dates
come with their own spare.
"Prom dates with their
own spare."
Very glib, sir.
Jer, what are you doing?
I'm cataloguing every hand
you hold, every kiss you give,
every move you make.
It's time to be your
own man, Jer.
Start making your own decisions.
Whatever you say, sirs.
Thank you so much!
Oh, my little prom planning
committee has really outdone
itself this time!
It was a wonderful
presentation, and your
prom theme,
"Yo! Domingo Raps,"
well, what can I say?-
Go, go, go.
Ugh!
Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?
All that work, up in smoke?
Let me tell you a little
prom story, Frank.
All about a hopeful,
innocent young girl,
invited to spend her first
prom with her prince,
a gorgeous 220 pound
linebacker with promisingly
huge hands.
The prom was to be the
highlight of her young life.
The Cinderella fantasy
come true.
Oh, my.
Only the prince gave
Cinderella mono and she spent
her prom night home alone
sucking on lemon drops.
But at long last,
I have the power to recreate
that lost night.
Oh, I want everything
to be perfect, Frank.
The way it should have
been back in 1970 for
that Cinderella girl.
- Miss Musso...
- That Cinderella girl...
It was you?
Frank, buy a clue.
Ladies and gentlemen,
your hosts,
Principal Grace Musso
and special obedience helper
Frank Lemmer.
The junior prom rally.
Time to announce this
year's king and queen.
As always, it's a no-brainer.
Who can blame us for being
a little less than rapt
in our attention?
After all, the same popular
kids always win.
People like Robin-Linn Welch.
Michelle DeVoe.
What kind of idiot could
get excited about
something like this?
I'm so nervous.
We both are.
And now, the winner.
Queen of this year's
Santo Domingo junior prom...
Michelle DeVoe.
Color us surprised.
And now, the moment
we've all been waiting for.
The new king of the Santo
Domingo junior prom is...
Larry Kubiac!
Me? Prom king?-
- Larry Kubiac?-
King Kube?
- Douse me with Gatorade, sirs.
- I finally did something on my own.
What? Sleep with
the nightlight off?
No. Bigger. Better.
A bud prank worthy
of the big boys.
If I may say so,
worthy of you sirs.
- I go the kids to elect Mr.
- Kubiac prom king as a joke.
Jer, when Kube finds out
it was just a joke
he'll be crushed.
And you can count on
Kube doing some serious
crushing of his own.
But gee, sirs.
I didn't mean to hurt him.
It was only a joke.
Well, maybe if we're
lucky it won't be such
a big deal to him.
Thank you for making this
the happiest day of my life.
Mental note. Contact
witness relocation program.
There have been great kings
through the ages.
- Louis, Henry, Kong.
- Well, move over, boys.
There's a new king in town.
Six foot seven, 320 pounds
of royal thunder.
I give you, King Kube.
- Cruelness.
- Total cruelness.
Sirs.
I've committed
a terrible injustice.
- By getting the kids to elect Mr.
- Kubiac prom king as a joke,
I've led an innocent man into
a world of self-delusion
and shamed the sacred
best bud name.
Consider me the unknown bud.
Jerry, it might look like
we're always in control,
but sometimes we're not.
In fact, most of the time
we are...
This far from screwing up
just like you did.
There's a certain risk
that comes along with
pulling a scam.
There's also a responsibility.
So when you're gonna do it,
you gotta make sure
it's worth it.
Like helping someone
instead of hurting them.
Understand?
Loud and clear, sir.
My shame runs deep.
Say, chaps.
We need to chat.
For the first time in my life,
I have an opportunity to
ask someone out
whom I've always
been endeared to.
Eileen Larson.
Do you think she's
still available?
Hmm. I'd stake my life on it.
Smashing.
- Miss Musso...
- -Shh, Frank, I'm on hold with Donny Osmond's people.
The Donny Osmond?
- I am this close to getting...
- Miss Musso?
Yes. Hello, yes,
I'm still here.
This is Grace Musso?
That's right, Grace Musso,
Donny's number one fan.
The same Grace Musso who has
written the Don-ster hundreds
of adoring fan letters
over the years.
What's that?
Lady was a psychopath.
Yes, the FBI did speak
to me about that but...
Hello?
- Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
- He'll get back to me.
The human brain is a marvel
of modern technology.
It governs both voluntary
and involuntary actions.
It works while we're
awake and alert.
After a quick confab,
Mikey, Jerry and I decided
the best defense
was a good offense.
And nothing would be
more offensive to Kube
than learning the truth.
In spite of the appalling
locker incident, I'm confident
they're behind me all the way.
I just didn't realize how far.
- Kube.
- Kube, we gotta talk.
- Hold your horses, old boy.
- There's something I have to do first.
Eileen.
Will you go to the prom with me?
Is this a joke?
Because if it is
I'll kick your butt.
Prom kings don't joke.
And they don't show up
without a queen.
Are you serious about this?
Because if you're not,
I can break your hand
in three places.
Larry Kubiac, I'd be happy
to be your date.
- Do you hear that, world?
- I'm king.
- King Kube.
- Mental note.
Work on my timing.
- But first, I need to work on something else.
- A solution.
Park, maybe we should just
leave well enough alone.
- Ditto, sir.
- Letting this whole thing blow over really is the best strategy.
- Super.
- When did you guys think this up, while you were hiding in the lockers?
I'm sorry, guys.
- We can run, but we can't hide.
- Sooner or later, someone's bound to tell Kube the truth.
Better it come from
a friend than some
two-faced backstabber.
Wait up, Your Highness.
Like my sister.
My brother and his buds
got the whole school to
elect you prom king
as one big, stupid joke.
A joke that's on you, Rex.
- What do you say, King?
- You gonna stomp 'em?
Hmm, interesting.
I'd love to stay and chat,
but I have a tuxedo fitting.
Ciao.
Wow. The Kube was
actually... Cool.
Prognosis.
- From my calculations, sir, taking into account Mr.
- Kubiac's extensive body mass
in proportion to his primitive
neurological development, it
should take approximately...
Forty seconds for news
of this emotional magnitude
to reach his brain.
- Which is...
- Now.
It's all a joke?
Oh, uh, look, Kube...
We need to talk,
we want to apologize.
Too late for talk.
Time to act.
I'm transferring out
of this school.
The Kube is gone.
Long live the Kube.
When Larry cleans out
his locker, you know
he means business.
If it's our fault he wants
to leave Santo Domingo,
then it's our job
to convince him to stay.
The time to act is now.
Are you with me
or are you with me?
- Total withness.
- With you all the way, sir.
What do you want?
- Well, we just wanted...
- "We?"
Throughout history,
mankind has...
What!
We just... I just wanted to
let you know how sorry
that I... That we...
Are about what happened.
And that no one is laughing
anymore, I swear.
Hey, Larry,
don't forget your crown!
- Wonderful, I'll have the perfect dress for this prom.
- Perfect.
Too poufy.
Too prissy.
Too sleazy.
Do you take Visa?
Per your request, Miss Musso,
I've located a DJ to play your
classic collection of
vintage '70s records.
Oh, good!
Flexiglass.
The end of the Kubiac era.
No more thunder stomps,
no more animal roars,
no more of the big fella's
creaky smiles.
We hurt Larry, and in doing so
we've deprived Santo Domingo
of a school treasure.
Because of us, there's
gonna be a king-sized
void in this school.
Won't be the same
without him, sir.
- We know that.
- If only Kube did.
He might just decide to stay.
Gentlemen, synchronize
Swatches for operation
"It's a Wonderful Kube."
Thanks, guys.
Nice to know that
you're with me.
Right behind you, sir.
Kube.
Sit back, relax, and pretend
for a moment that you were
never here at Santo Domingo
High School.
Okay?
There's Mr. Lewis
with Mr. Grimm,
and Mr. Randall with
Mr. Spinak.
Why are you guys
with different buds?
I thought you two would
be best friends forever.
- Nope.
- Because you were never here, Mikey and I ended up sworn enemies.
We had a falling out
over a babe.
All because you weren't around
to bring us back together.
When we scrunched your
lunch bag, Mikey and I
went our separate ways.
- Recognize this guy?
- Jerry Steiner.
Just another diaper-rashed
punk who fell in with
the wrong crowd
and turned to a life of crime.
All because you weren't
there to get rid of the bad
influence in Jerry's life.
You see, Mr. King Kubiac, sir.
- We care about you.
- We don't want you to go.
Never told you this before,
Larry, but we think
of you as a friend.
The ramifications of the loss
will reach far, far beyond
the bounds of bud-dom.
Observe.
Lord, no.
Not the cafeteria.
They had to shut it down, Kube.
Without your appetite,
the cafeteria cooks
all lost their jobs.
The economic devastation
even forced Musso into
pursuing her second love.
♪ Give my regards to Broadway
Unfortunately, she never
makes it past the
bowling lounge circuit.
Santo Domingo High is forced
to close its doors.
Morale-deprived students
roam the streets.
The city's fragile economic
system becomes
irreversibly damaged.
The stock market collapses.
Once peaceful nations turn
upon each other.
Angry seas swell
in ecological protest,
throwing the Earth off
its axis and into the sun.
Nice video, Parker.
But look me in the neck
and tell me that
I'm more than just
some big joke to the
kids in this school.
Hey, Larry,
don't forget your crown!
Like I thought.
Hey, Park, we did our best.
Yeah, right, I just wish
there was something
else we could do.
I think this time
he's gone for good.
There's an old saying about
putting something away
for a rainy day.
And for the Kube,
that day has come.
Get out of here!
You?
It's going to be a terrific
party, Miss Musso, you've
really outdone yourself.
You know, Frank...
I often wonder what my life
would've been like had I
made it to my dream prom
with my linebacker beau,
Ronnie Ray Rasmithson.
Oh, Ronnie Ray.
Now there was a boy who could
take it in the numbers and
keep right on coming.
Ronnie Ray promised
me a lot of things.
He promised me
we'd dance all night,
promised me we'd go for
a moonlit, romantic ride.
Yeah, Ronnie Ray promised
me a lot of things
he never delivered.
Prom night. A big night
in more ways than one.
Here's hoping I get lucky.-
You don't give up, do you?
We thought we'd give it
one last shot.
I mean, the prom won't be the
same without you, Kube.
Please, Kube.
I mean, it was just a joke.
A joke?
A joke?
Don't you guys see that
this joke is only funny
because it's on me?
Do you think it would be funny
if Mikey were elected?
Or you, Park? No.
But elect the freak,
and it's funny.
Vote in Paul Bunyan and
everybody gets to yuk it up.
- I know you guys didn't mean any harm.
- I can forgive you.
I do forgive you.
But the whole school
is laughing at me.
And, I mean, I have my pride.
I just can't face them.
I'm just not big enough.
There's a first.
- Mr. Kubiac, sir.
- Major prom news.
Save it.
Like I told these guys,
I'm not going.
- I figured you might not.
- That's why...
King Kube! King Kube!
The prom is coming to you.
Well, Kube?
Okay, okay, you like me.
This time you really like me!
So does this mean you're
gonna stay at Santo Domingo?
Well, I've already
decided to stay.
Really? Hey, because
of our video?
No, I have my reasons.
Ready or not, here it comes!
Popcorn?
"Popcorn?"
No, 'cause the little woman.
Well, what are you waiting
for? Let's party!
- Well?
- No one.
The parking lot's empty.
- Empty? Empty!
- Oh, that's just great!
Another prom night ruined.
Oh, this night was
nearly perfect.
Nearly everything
I imagined it would be.
Nearly everything
I imagined it would be.
Donny?
Is it really you?
Oh, then it's true!
You didn't forget about me.
After all these years,
after all my letters...
Is it puppy love?
- No, Grace.
- It's soldier love now.
♪ Yeah
♪ Like a thief in the night
♪ Who can't get enough
♪ I am willing to fight
♪ 'Cause I'm a soldier of love
♪ Like a shot in the dark
♪ When the goin' gets rough
Good work, Jer!
You're not angry with me, sir?
I mean, I went against
the official bud policy
and showed everyone
the "It's a Wonderful Kube"
video without your permission.
It's pure rock 'n roll, Jer.
Sooner or later, you gotta
jump onstage and
take your solo.
- And you were ready.
- Thanks to you, sirs.
I can't prove it, but I think
Jerry has my date.
For most of us,
the high school prom is
a night of sweaty palms
and renting clothes.
For me and the buds,
it's a night of growing up
and making our friend Larry
Kubiac's prom night
a night of acceptance,
friendship, and love.
Mr. Lewis? Mr. Randall?
Mr. Phillips? Hello?