Parker Lewis Can't Lose (1990–1993): Season 3, Episode 1 - Flamingo Graffiti - full transcript
Summer has arrived and Parker is ready for it. With a new hair style he checks off step one of his 3-step plan towards maximum coolness... That is until his prank (step 2) winds up with the wrong person taking the blame for the crime. This is when the character Brad Penny is introduced as he takes the heat for the prank gone bad. Now Parker's Summer might not be as bright as he planned with the fear of Brad looming as he seeks vengeance.
Too... HairClub for Men.
Too Marge Simpson.
Too Parker Lewis.
Hmm... Too cool!
♪ It's a cruel
♪ cruel summer
♪ Leaving me here on my own
I hate that song.
Finally. The first morning
of the first day
of the first week of summer.
And I am ready.
All bets are off,
all systems are go,
all energy is focused.
Ladies and gentlemen,
after an entire school year
of doing everything
I was told...
Sort of.
It's time to live my own
personal Nike commercial.
Time to "just do it."
I'll just... Take the stairs.
World-class.
Absolutely, positively
world-class.
A goddess.
Gentlemen, I have news that
will change the course
of human events.
And perhaps even my summer.
Guys, this is my summer
of spontaneity.
And to that end,
I have made a three-point list.
Number three...
Lose the Gumby hairdo.
Achieved.
Number two...
Find a rule and break it.
Mmm-hmm.
And number one...
All right! You look great!
Spend the night with Annie.
That's great, Park.
Didn't you hear what I said?
- I'm changing my life.
- I'm cutting loose.
I am...
Danger Man.
Yeah, that's great. Go for it!
Hey!
I got the haircut...
And we're proud of you.
You'll always be able to
look back on this
as the summer you cut your hair.
Jer...
Help me out here.
Don't ya think I can change?
I'd prefer not to
think about it, sir.
Change makes me nauseous.
Thank god I wasn't alive
when they switched Erins
on Bewitched.
This is a municipal pool.
There will be no cursing,
shaving, mucus,
open sores, earwax,
catastrophes, chocolate,
blood, and above all...
No Batman Returns
paraphernalia of any kind.
Oh, jeez...
Coach Hank Kohler,
civil service lifer.
Too heartless for
the unemployment office,
too irritating for the DMV,
too slow for the post office.
But just right
for his new assistant.
Eat now?
Lunch at 10:35 a.m...
Good civil-service-thinking,
Kubiac.
But let's talk equipment.
Ooh!
This chrome-plated baby
can last a lifetime
of lunchtimes.
Paper bags are wasteful.
Kube not wasteful.
Kube use same bag for
seven years.
Ew!
The guys can't tell me
I don't know how to cut loose,
I've got a list.
And the number one thing
on my list...
Spend the night with Annie.
Ah, Annie...
- I can see it in her eyes...
- We are of one heart.
This is that magic moment
when a man knows exactly
what's on a woman's mind.
Oh, my God!
What did you do to your hair?
You don't like it?
Well, it's just that
it's a total surprise.
You never gave me any warning.
Well, I figured, "Why ask why?
"Life is short, play hard.
"Just do it."
But you always ask why,
you never play hard,
and when was the last time
you just did it?
Have you been talking to Mikey?
Huh?
Never mind.
This isn't about my hair.
- It's about...
- Rebecca...
You're cutting off
Julien's circulation.
- Hon, they're on the move.
- Catch you later.
Christa...
Christa!
Good Godiva!
I've seen a vision.
Stretch, baby! Stretch, baby!
Baby, baby, stretch!
World class!
Utterly, supremely...
completely, fabulously,
stunningly,
positively world class...
Hi, I'm Mikey Randall.
Oh, these? Binoculars.
No, I don't normally use 'em,
but you're just so far away.
Can we get a little closer?
Like, married?
Achtung, baby.
I have seen the future!
- Just be in the moment, sir.
- Pretend I'm not here.
- Careful, Jer.
- That might be loaded.
Droll, sir.
I'll have you know
this park is offering a
documentary film class.
This could be my ticket
out of here.
Have I told you lately how
delighted I am now that you've
entered your Spike Lee phase?
- Mr.
- Spike and I are big supporters of Malcolm Ten.
Can we do this later?
I am in no mood.
Relax, homeboy.
The camera's an
impartial observer.
It does not judge,
it merely documents.
And... Then it goes away.
What is it about
summer that makes you feel
like you're going around
in circles?
Passing time.
Doing nothing.
What's this? A cherry bomb?
No littering,
loitering, horseplay, camping
and especially, no fireworks.
I'll take that as a sign.
Hmm... Time to test
the Big Bang Theory.
Say it ain't so!
Mrs. Paul!
Ben and Jerry!
Sara Lee?
No!
- No!
- No!
Guess I made a little noise.
Guess I finally woke up this
sleepy little town.
Total summer coolness.
I think...
- Uh-huh, sure.
- Have a little summer fun.
Change your look.
Go all the way. Break a rule.
Looks like I left something
off my list...
Oh man... Brad Penny?
He's gonna kill me.
- I hate summer.
- Parker!
I heard the explosion.
Thank God you're ok.
I love you so much.
Annie...
Would you spend
the night with me?
Yes.
Oh, yes...
I love summer.
This morning my summer
seemed about as promising as a
blind date with Sean Young.
But all it took was
one little kiss and
one big yes from Annie
to turn it all around.
That's the good news.
But the bad news is
I don't know if Brad's
still holding a grudge...
Ah... And tonight
Annie and I will express
our eternal love
in the most beautiful
and timeless way
two people can share.
He wants to use you like
a Wet-Nap and throw you away.
Christa, will you drop the
all-men-are-Satan thing.
- Parker loves me.
- I can depend on him.
And why do you think
good old dependable Parker
just changed his look?
"Fifteen reasons why your
guy's new haircut means he's
on the prowl"?
Honey, Parker suffers from TGS.
TGS?
Typical Guy Syndrome.
Just like Carl.
Carl!
Yeah, babe?
Do you love me?
- You want the words?
- Mmm-hmm.
You know all I really want
is you.
And not in the now kinda way,
but in the forever kinda way.
Be my forever girl?
Oh, that is so sweet.
Wait...
- Come on, baby.
- Let's go to my place.
We can take a look at
Little Man Tate.
I already seen that movie, Carl.
This ends our little
demonstration for today.
You check the tennis courts?
No sign of her.
- Bleachers?
- Nada.
I tell ya, Park.
I've looked everywhere.
She's nowhere.
It's like she left the planet.
- The woman does not exist.
- She's gotta be like a million miles away.
Musso come.
Musso! Musso, Musso, Musso...
Fix me up! Fix me up!
How do I look?
Like a young, John Candy.
Thanks, Kube!
You better go out the window.
Okey-dokey.
Oh, I found this in my yard
and I was wondering
whoever could this
belong to...
Where's the sun-seasoned,
glove-bursting Coach Donnelly?
At last...
The 40-but-fertile-as-a-
National-Geographic
tribeswoman,
Grace Musso.
Call me Hank.
No.
Just by looking at you
I can tell you're
a women of depth,
philosophy and sophistication.
Just by looking at you
I can tell you're a man
who sweats heavily.
Feisty.
Are you deaf? I said no.
N-O. I will not be in your
stupid movie.
- Please, Shelly.
- Please, Shelly.
Shelly, Shelly, Please!
Ugh...
Forget it, Jer.
- Meeting Parker here?
- Uh-huh.
I can capture it all.
The boy, the girl,
the summer, the list...
- What list?
- "What list?"
What list?
"What list!"
- Jerry, spill your guts.
- I've proven time and again that I can take you.
It's a good list.
And you're the first thing
on it.
I'm destined to find her.
I'm in total surveillance mode,
her eyes, her hair,
the way she walks...
It's burned in.
No way she gets by me.
Excuse me.
Not a problem.
It's just a question of time.
Well, wish me duck.
Quack.
- Hi, Jer.
- Hey, it wasn't me.
Ah, look at her.
Did I mention that
I love summer?
Hiya, babe.
So... How's your summer going?
Well, it's just the first day,
but,
I'm cautiously optimistic.
Everything going
according to plan?
- What's wrong?
- Did I do something?
Not yet and you're not going to.
I don't know
what's going on here,
but maybe I should kill Jerry
just on general principal.
- What's the matter?
- -Does the word "list" ring a bell?
I definitely have to kill Jerry.
- Look... That was just...
- You know...
A list of my most important
things I wanna accomplish
this summer.
- And I'm just one of those things to do?
- -No!
You're my number one thing to...
- You're my number one.
-And what's number two?
Dumping me?
No! Annie! I...
You are so TGS!
No, I am not!
What's TGS?
Forget it.
Annie...
You're looking at this
in the total wrong way.
No, I'm seeing it very clearly.
Babe, you want the word?
You know all I really want
is you.
And not in a "now" way.
But in a "forever" kinda way.
Be my forever girl?
It's true, guys only want
one thing!
- Annie...
- I said forget it!
Why do women think
guys only want one thing?
- I'm a guy.
- I don't want "one thing."
I want six things.
Chest hair, widescreen TV,
X-ray vision,
my own island,
tickets to the World Series...
And Annie.
I guess there's some things
a guy will never understand.
Like girls.
I'm gonna kill you.
It seemed like Annie and I
were getting as close as
two people could possibly get.
And then she gives me
the big blow-off.
Did I mention
I was gonna kill you?
I mean, I'm not a bad guy.
I thought she wanted this
as much as I did.
Remind me to kill you.
- Cut, cut, cut.
- You're all over the place.
You gotta chill, homes.
This kind of melodrama
just doesn't sell
on television.
I can't believe Annie thinks
I'm just like all
the other guys.
That I only want one thing.
To use her, dump her
and then tell Mikey
all the details.
Mikey?
Maybe I do
only want one thing...
For Annie to know
how much I love her.
I just need to find a way
to tell her.
Wasn't I supposed to kill you?
Uh, maybe later, bro-sir.
This merry-go-round thing's
giving me a teacups flashback.
I'm telling you, I was
this close to meeting her.
Another minute and we're talking
fantasy fulfillment.
I have seen the future.
And not adolescent fantasy,
but real, mature, adult fantasy.
Hmm?
I mean, this is the girl
of my dreams!
Crush 'em! Crush 'em!
Crush 'em! Crush 'em!
Come on, crush 'em!
- All right, slice 'em!
- Slice 'em!
Good Godiva...
Hello.
- This isn't what it seems.
- This is what it is...
I'm locked out of my house.
- It's cool, you guys.
- Bryan Spicer assured me
that none of the ponies
actually got hurt
doing that lovely
skydiving sequence
we just looked at.
Anyway, next man up is my man,
Jerry "Denzel" Steiner.
♪ Yo, keepin' it fierce
is what we do
♪ So put your toys away
We wanna play with you
♪ We'll be getting our mind up
to a higher conscience
♪ Of peace, equality, wisdom
but not just
♪ Carefully walkin' the plank
for Uncle Sam
♪ No, stand up and fight
don't say
you don't give a damn
♪ Slam it in their face...
Leave me alone!
Leave me alone!
Leave me alone! Argh!
♪ I got her under my spell
♪ Yo, listen to me
♪ You gotta stay in school
♪ You gotta keep it cool
Don't be a fool
♪ Just chill
♪ Follow the rules
♪ Yo, keepin' it fierce
Yo, keepin' it fierce
Some may say
it wasn't meant to be.
But when two souls
were meant to be one,
they must fulfill their fate.
Did you ever meet a girl and
something about her just...
Tells you that
you were meant for each other?
Thank you.
I can't believe Annie thinks
I'm just like
all the other guys.
Maybe I do only want one thing.
For Annie to know
how much I love her.
I just need to find a way
to tell her.
I just need to find a
way to tell her.
Wasn't I supposed to kill you?
Maybe later, bro-sir.
This merry-go-round thing's
giving me a teacups flashback.
Okay, all new three-point plan.
No more girlfriends,
obey all rules,
stop making lists.
Hi, baby.
Hey.
Hey.
I only want one thing, too.
What's that?
To kill Jerry.
We okay?
Oh, Parker...
We're so okay it's scary.
I only acted like
the girlfriend from hell
because I was afraid of you
changing into some other guy
who wanted some other girl.
Same guy...
Different haircut.
I know.
I just felt a little insecure.
You want me to go back
to my old haircut?
Not that insecure.
Yes, may I have the number for
the Granada Inn, please?
Sorry about the screen door,
Grace.
Sorry about the bathroom window.
Sorry about the chimney.
Sorry about the cat door.
And the cat.
But that is one tough luck!
Hey look on the bright side,
I have a newly re-paneled
rumpus room.
I wouldn't stay with you
if you were the last three men
on earth!
Pithy.
I have good news
and I have bad news.
The bad news is...
I have to go home now.
The good news is...
My parents won't be there.
Come by in an hour?
Five minutes.
Half hour.
Four minutes.
Hey, Jer!
Wait up!
- Cool movie.
- Thanks!
Stupid cap.
Mmm...
Ah, the first day
of the first week of summer.
And right when things
were at their lowest point,
love poked its way through
all the trouble and said,
"Parker Lewis,
"today's the day
you get lucky."
Ah, summer...
Mr. Lewis? Mr. Randall?
Mr. Phillips? Hello?
Too Marge Simpson.
Too Parker Lewis.
Hmm... Too cool!
♪ It's a cruel
♪ cruel summer
♪ Leaving me here on my own
I hate that song.
Finally. The first morning
of the first day
of the first week of summer.
And I am ready.
All bets are off,
all systems are go,
all energy is focused.
Ladies and gentlemen,
after an entire school year
of doing everything
I was told...
Sort of.
It's time to live my own
personal Nike commercial.
Time to "just do it."
I'll just... Take the stairs.
World-class.
Absolutely, positively
world-class.
A goddess.
Gentlemen, I have news that
will change the course
of human events.
And perhaps even my summer.
Guys, this is my summer
of spontaneity.
And to that end,
I have made a three-point list.
Number three...
Lose the Gumby hairdo.
Achieved.
Number two...
Find a rule and break it.
Mmm-hmm.
And number one...
All right! You look great!
Spend the night with Annie.
That's great, Park.
Didn't you hear what I said?
- I'm changing my life.
- I'm cutting loose.
I am...
Danger Man.
Yeah, that's great. Go for it!
Hey!
I got the haircut...
And we're proud of you.
You'll always be able to
look back on this
as the summer you cut your hair.
Jer...
Help me out here.
Don't ya think I can change?
I'd prefer not to
think about it, sir.
Change makes me nauseous.
Thank god I wasn't alive
when they switched Erins
on Bewitched.
This is a municipal pool.
There will be no cursing,
shaving, mucus,
open sores, earwax,
catastrophes, chocolate,
blood, and above all...
No Batman Returns
paraphernalia of any kind.
Oh, jeez...
Coach Hank Kohler,
civil service lifer.
Too heartless for
the unemployment office,
too irritating for the DMV,
too slow for the post office.
But just right
for his new assistant.
Eat now?
Lunch at 10:35 a.m...
Good civil-service-thinking,
Kubiac.
But let's talk equipment.
Ooh!
This chrome-plated baby
can last a lifetime
of lunchtimes.
Paper bags are wasteful.
Kube not wasteful.
Kube use same bag for
seven years.
Ew!
The guys can't tell me
I don't know how to cut loose,
I've got a list.
And the number one thing
on my list...
Spend the night with Annie.
Ah, Annie...
- I can see it in her eyes...
- We are of one heart.
This is that magic moment
when a man knows exactly
what's on a woman's mind.
Oh, my God!
What did you do to your hair?
You don't like it?
Well, it's just that
it's a total surprise.
You never gave me any warning.
Well, I figured, "Why ask why?
"Life is short, play hard.
"Just do it."
But you always ask why,
you never play hard,
and when was the last time
you just did it?
Have you been talking to Mikey?
Huh?
Never mind.
This isn't about my hair.
- It's about...
- Rebecca...
You're cutting off
Julien's circulation.
- Hon, they're on the move.
- Catch you later.
Christa...
Christa!
Good Godiva!
I've seen a vision.
Stretch, baby! Stretch, baby!
Baby, baby, stretch!
World class!
Utterly, supremely...
completely, fabulously,
stunningly,
positively world class...
Hi, I'm Mikey Randall.
Oh, these? Binoculars.
No, I don't normally use 'em,
but you're just so far away.
Can we get a little closer?
Like, married?
Achtung, baby.
I have seen the future!
- Just be in the moment, sir.
- Pretend I'm not here.
- Careful, Jer.
- That might be loaded.
Droll, sir.
I'll have you know
this park is offering a
documentary film class.
This could be my ticket
out of here.
Have I told you lately how
delighted I am now that you've
entered your Spike Lee phase?
- Mr.
- Spike and I are big supporters of Malcolm Ten.
Can we do this later?
I am in no mood.
Relax, homeboy.
The camera's an
impartial observer.
It does not judge,
it merely documents.
And... Then it goes away.
What is it about
summer that makes you feel
like you're going around
in circles?
Passing time.
Doing nothing.
What's this? A cherry bomb?
No littering,
loitering, horseplay, camping
and especially, no fireworks.
I'll take that as a sign.
Hmm... Time to test
the Big Bang Theory.
Say it ain't so!
Mrs. Paul!
Ben and Jerry!
Sara Lee?
No!
- No!
- No!
Guess I made a little noise.
Guess I finally woke up this
sleepy little town.
Total summer coolness.
I think...
- Uh-huh, sure.
- Have a little summer fun.
Change your look.
Go all the way. Break a rule.
Looks like I left something
off my list...
Oh man... Brad Penny?
He's gonna kill me.
- I hate summer.
- Parker!
I heard the explosion.
Thank God you're ok.
I love you so much.
Annie...
Would you spend
the night with me?
Yes.
Oh, yes...
I love summer.
This morning my summer
seemed about as promising as a
blind date with Sean Young.
But all it took was
one little kiss and
one big yes from Annie
to turn it all around.
That's the good news.
But the bad news is
I don't know if Brad's
still holding a grudge...
Ah... And tonight
Annie and I will express
our eternal love
in the most beautiful
and timeless way
two people can share.
He wants to use you like
a Wet-Nap and throw you away.
Christa, will you drop the
all-men-are-Satan thing.
- Parker loves me.
- I can depend on him.
And why do you think
good old dependable Parker
just changed his look?
"Fifteen reasons why your
guy's new haircut means he's
on the prowl"?
Honey, Parker suffers from TGS.
TGS?
Typical Guy Syndrome.
Just like Carl.
Carl!
Yeah, babe?
Do you love me?
- You want the words?
- Mmm-hmm.
You know all I really want
is you.
And not in the now kinda way,
but in the forever kinda way.
Be my forever girl?
Oh, that is so sweet.
Wait...
- Come on, baby.
- Let's go to my place.
We can take a look at
Little Man Tate.
I already seen that movie, Carl.
This ends our little
demonstration for today.
You check the tennis courts?
No sign of her.
- Bleachers?
- Nada.
I tell ya, Park.
I've looked everywhere.
She's nowhere.
It's like she left the planet.
- The woman does not exist.
- She's gotta be like a million miles away.
Musso come.
Musso! Musso, Musso, Musso...
Fix me up! Fix me up!
How do I look?
Like a young, John Candy.
Thanks, Kube!
You better go out the window.
Okey-dokey.
Oh, I found this in my yard
and I was wondering
whoever could this
belong to...
Where's the sun-seasoned,
glove-bursting Coach Donnelly?
At last...
The 40-but-fertile-as-a-
National-Geographic
tribeswoman,
Grace Musso.
Call me Hank.
No.
Just by looking at you
I can tell you're
a women of depth,
philosophy and sophistication.
Just by looking at you
I can tell you're a man
who sweats heavily.
Feisty.
Are you deaf? I said no.
N-O. I will not be in your
stupid movie.
- Please, Shelly.
- Please, Shelly.
Shelly, Shelly, Please!
Ugh...
Forget it, Jer.
- Meeting Parker here?
- Uh-huh.
I can capture it all.
The boy, the girl,
the summer, the list...
- What list?
- "What list?"
What list?
"What list!"
- Jerry, spill your guts.
- I've proven time and again that I can take you.
It's a good list.
And you're the first thing
on it.
I'm destined to find her.
I'm in total surveillance mode,
her eyes, her hair,
the way she walks...
It's burned in.
No way she gets by me.
Excuse me.
Not a problem.
It's just a question of time.
Well, wish me duck.
Quack.
- Hi, Jer.
- Hey, it wasn't me.
Ah, look at her.
Did I mention that
I love summer?
Hiya, babe.
So... How's your summer going?
Well, it's just the first day,
but,
I'm cautiously optimistic.
Everything going
according to plan?
- What's wrong?
- Did I do something?
Not yet and you're not going to.
I don't know
what's going on here,
but maybe I should kill Jerry
just on general principal.
- What's the matter?
- -Does the word "list" ring a bell?
I definitely have to kill Jerry.
- Look... That was just...
- You know...
A list of my most important
things I wanna accomplish
this summer.
- And I'm just one of those things to do?
- -No!
You're my number one thing to...
- You're my number one.
-And what's number two?
Dumping me?
No! Annie! I...
You are so TGS!
No, I am not!
What's TGS?
Forget it.
Annie...
You're looking at this
in the total wrong way.
No, I'm seeing it very clearly.
Babe, you want the word?
You know all I really want
is you.
And not in a "now" way.
But in a "forever" kinda way.
Be my forever girl?
It's true, guys only want
one thing!
- Annie...
- I said forget it!
Why do women think
guys only want one thing?
- I'm a guy.
- I don't want "one thing."
I want six things.
Chest hair, widescreen TV,
X-ray vision,
my own island,
tickets to the World Series...
And Annie.
I guess there's some things
a guy will never understand.
Like girls.
I'm gonna kill you.
It seemed like Annie and I
were getting as close as
two people could possibly get.
And then she gives me
the big blow-off.
Did I mention
I was gonna kill you?
I mean, I'm not a bad guy.
I thought she wanted this
as much as I did.
Remind me to kill you.
- Cut, cut, cut.
- You're all over the place.
You gotta chill, homes.
This kind of melodrama
just doesn't sell
on television.
I can't believe Annie thinks
I'm just like all
the other guys.
That I only want one thing.
To use her, dump her
and then tell Mikey
all the details.
Mikey?
Maybe I do
only want one thing...
For Annie to know
how much I love her.
I just need to find a way
to tell her.
Wasn't I supposed to kill you?
Uh, maybe later, bro-sir.
This merry-go-round thing's
giving me a teacups flashback.
I'm telling you, I was
this close to meeting her.
Another minute and we're talking
fantasy fulfillment.
I have seen the future.
And not adolescent fantasy,
but real, mature, adult fantasy.
Hmm?
I mean, this is the girl
of my dreams!
Crush 'em! Crush 'em!
Crush 'em! Crush 'em!
Come on, crush 'em!
- All right, slice 'em!
- Slice 'em!
Good Godiva...
Hello.
- This isn't what it seems.
- This is what it is...
I'm locked out of my house.
- It's cool, you guys.
- Bryan Spicer assured me
that none of the ponies
actually got hurt
doing that lovely
skydiving sequence
we just looked at.
Anyway, next man up is my man,
Jerry "Denzel" Steiner.
♪ Yo, keepin' it fierce
is what we do
♪ So put your toys away
We wanna play with you
♪ We'll be getting our mind up
to a higher conscience
♪ Of peace, equality, wisdom
but not just
♪ Carefully walkin' the plank
for Uncle Sam
♪ No, stand up and fight
don't say
you don't give a damn
♪ Slam it in their face...
Leave me alone!
Leave me alone!
Leave me alone! Argh!
♪ I got her under my spell
♪ Yo, listen to me
♪ You gotta stay in school
♪ You gotta keep it cool
Don't be a fool
♪ Just chill
♪ Follow the rules
♪ Yo, keepin' it fierce
Yo, keepin' it fierce
Some may say
it wasn't meant to be.
But when two souls
were meant to be one,
they must fulfill their fate.
Did you ever meet a girl and
something about her just...
Tells you that
you were meant for each other?
Thank you.
I can't believe Annie thinks
I'm just like
all the other guys.
Maybe I do only want one thing.
For Annie to know
how much I love her.
I just need to find a way
to tell her.
I just need to find a
way to tell her.
Wasn't I supposed to kill you?
Maybe later, bro-sir.
This merry-go-round thing's
giving me a teacups flashback.
Okay, all new three-point plan.
No more girlfriends,
obey all rules,
stop making lists.
Hi, baby.
Hey.
Hey.
I only want one thing, too.
What's that?
To kill Jerry.
We okay?
Oh, Parker...
We're so okay it's scary.
I only acted like
the girlfriend from hell
because I was afraid of you
changing into some other guy
who wanted some other girl.
Same guy...
Different haircut.
I know.
I just felt a little insecure.
You want me to go back
to my old haircut?
Not that insecure.
Yes, may I have the number for
the Granada Inn, please?
Sorry about the screen door,
Grace.
Sorry about the bathroom window.
Sorry about the chimney.
Sorry about the cat door.
And the cat.
But that is one tough luck!
Hey look on the bright side,
I have a newly re-paneled
rumpus room.
I wouldn't stay with you
if you were the last three men
on earth!
Pithy.
I have good news
and I have bad news.
The bad news is...
I have to go home now.
The good news is...
My parents won't be there.
Come by in an hour?
Five minutes.
Half hour.
Four minutes.
Hey, Jer!
Wait up!
- Cool movie.
- Thanks!
Stupid cap.
Mmm...
Ah, the first day
of the first week of summer.
And right when things
were at their lowest point,
love poked its way through
all the trouble and said,
"Parker Lewis,
"today's the day
you get lucky."
Ah, summer...
Mr. Lewis? Mr. Randall?
Mr. Phillips? Hello?