Parker Lewis Can't Lose (1990–1993): Season 3, Episode 18 - A Night to Remember - full transcript
Yeah, I'd like to order
a corsage.
How much?
Yes, I'd like to rent a tux.
How much?
I'd like to rent a limo.
How much?
An hour?
Uh, yes, I'd like
to rent a room.
How much?
Uh, yes.
Let me confer
with my associates
and get right back to you.
Oo
Ool,
an album of moments that
stay with you all your life.
And one of the most memorable
moments is your junior prom.
It's about romance,
it's about making a connection
with that special someone.
But most of all,
it's about cash,
and plenty of it.
- We've achieved promise.
- Yes, I can't wait.
A little dining,
a little dancing.
A little surprise,
our own deluxe suite
at the Beverly Grushow Hotel.
What are you grinning about?
Let's let it be a surprise.
I can't believe you're taking
part in this bogus
bourgeois ritual.
"Bogus bourgeois ritual."
I like the sound of that.
All I know is there's no way
you're dragging me
down there.
Oh, come on, Mikey,
it's a tradition.
You got to go.
Oh, right, tuxes,
corsages, limos.
The whole thing is
one big money pit.
It's time somebody
had the guts to just say no.
I for one
pine for an opportunity
to dance with
the girl of my dreams
in a sea of my peers.
You'll be a junior one day, Jer.
- That's it, ma'am.
- Taunt me.
I'm so glad you've accepted
my offer, Commander.
It'll be an honor
to co-chaperone the prom
with a real submariner.
Well, thank goodness we met
in the Admiral's Jacuzzi.
If you hadn't uncorked
my thumb from that water jet,
I'd probably still be stuck
there just backing up
the bubbles.
Oh, Commander,
I promise you,
escorting me will be
more than just a job.
It'll be an adventure.
Bye.
Gary's House of Very Big
and Extremely Tall Tuxedos?
Kub order.
Extra, extra, extra large,
double breasted.
What mean, not have?
- How much?
- Uh...
Yes, that will be satisfactory.
- What?
- Parker, you're so lucky.
I wish there was some way
I could go to the prom.
That's easy, Shel.
You just have to get
some junior to ask you out.
I suggest at gun point.
- This is Dave.
- He's a junior.
He's taking me to the prom.
Hey, man, don't worry.
I'll keep my hands
off your sister.
Even though she is a babe.
No, this isn't happening.
Shelly, my rogue sister,
the girl who once wired
my electric toothbrush
to a car battery,
going to my prom?
- She's loose!
- Shelly is loose!
Run for your lives!
I can't let Shelly
go to my prom.
There are too many lives
at stake.
Especially mine.
This is so cool.
I never thought a junior
would want to take me
to a big deal formal.
Finally a shot
to be treated like an adult.
I'm sorry, Shelly,
I just don't think
you should go to this prom.
Good, Mom, good parenting.
Why not?
Well, Parker showed us
this very disturbing article
in this month's Reader's Digest.
Apparently these proms can get
pretty rowdy.
The drinking, the raucousness,
the rowdiness, the roistering.
It's all in the Digest.
Sorry, Shel, you'll get
another shot at it
when you're a little older.
More mature.
- Okay, so Parker's older, right?
- -Right.
So, he would be there
to look after me.
That way I'd be safe, right?
Uh-oh!
Oh, but Parker would be
stuck chaperoning you
the entire night.
He wouldn't have any time
to himself.
Keeping an eye on you
would be a full-time job.
- Sounds good to me.
- Me too.
- Um...
- It's settled.
Parker, don't let us down.
We're counting on you
to watch over your sister.
It will be so nice for you
to be at the prom together.
This is gonna be great.
What I wished for,
a night full of magic
and passion.
What I'm getting...
Adventures in baby-sitting.
Finally, prom night.
Electric, exciting,
loud.
Shel, knock it off.
Look, TV.
- Forget it.
- Dynomite!
Look, telephone.
Put it down.
- Wow!
- A moon roof!
- Wow!
- A moon roof!
They want you to believe
that you can buy
a night of magic,
that you can rent happiness.
Well, true magic is found in
the everyday details of life.
It's like two friends
connecting.
I mean, what's really
more magical,
a room full of happy,
shiny people dancing
the night away
to bad versions of bad songs
wearing rented clothes,
or two guys hanging out
talking about those people?
I want to go.
Hey, it's Shelly Lewis.
Oh, and Parker.
You must be so proud.
Oh, being stuck with my sister
on the biggest night
of my junior year?
No, that Kub dressed himself.
Parker's wrapped
a little tight tonight, Kub.
- He has to keep an eye on Shelly.
- -Mmm.
- Hey, Kub.
- Think you can help me?
Kub help watch Shelly.
As member of Prom Committee,
it be Kub responsibility
and pleasure
to ensure that good friend
Parker have great prom.
Thanks, Kub.
That way good friend Parker
not be control freak
and ruin prom for everyone else.
It's so obvious it's more than
just a political statement.
Not going to the prom
is a moral imperative.
I see what you're saying, sir.
Why settle for gratuitous lust,
rock and roll and a free buffet
when you can make
an ethical stand?
Hmm.
You coming?
Remember our first prom?
All cummerbund and corsaged,
nervous and fidgety,
wondering if we'd get
that special kiss
at the end of the night.
Honey, it was 1969.
We held our prom
in a rock quarry
and everybody was naked
in the first 20 minutes.
Yeah, but that was 20 years ago.
Times were wilder,
kids were wilder.
- Things have changed, right?
- Right.
You hungry?
No, you?
No.
Let's have dinner
at the Beverly Grushow.
Look at them, that's disgusting.
Don't think about them,
think about how much fun
we're having.
Or will be having
in our deluxe private suite.
Just Annie, me and
a bathroom that's sanitized
for our protection.
Listen.
I gotta go
take care of something.
That's okay,
I'll have to go
call my parents anyway.
We can't both go.
If I leave Shelly here
for more than two seconds,
she's bound to do something
that's gonna get me
in trouble.
Like the time she told Jerry
I stepped on
his bronc inhaler.
Relax.
We'll just call in
the heavy artillery.
Yo, Kub.
After this, I want you
all to myself
for 0800 hours, Commander.
Grace, call me, Andy.
Not on your life, Commander.
Don't forget this can't be
a late evening,
I put out tomorrow.
The Beverly Grushow.
For Annie and me,
it's more than a hotel.
It's our post-prom
pleasure palace.
If I can only remain
calm and composed,
I can get a room
without attracting suspicion.
Sorry.
- Good evening, sir.
- What can I do for you?
Yes, I have a reservation.
Do you also have a name?
Oh, yes.
- Lewis.
- -Oh, let me check for you, post haste.
Do your parents know about this?
Excuse me?
Family rate.
Oh, no.
I just need a room for myself.
Oh, I should've known,
you exude a certain
lone wolf quality.
Whoa!
This is a formal function.
You and your calcified,
ritualistic rules.
Is there a law against
not having a tux?
Well, no.
Cool.
And how long will you be
staying with us
all by yourself?
Well, let's just start with
one night.
No telling how long
business will keep me in town.
I'm on business here in town.
I'm a professional gambler.
That would've been
my second guess.
As you can see,
I am wearing a tux.
Are you a junior?
No.
Hey, is there a law against
not being a junior?
Yes.
Hey, he's a friend of mine.
He wants to go in,
I want him to go in.
He's not a junior.
The only way I can let him in
is if he's your date.
Sorry, Jer, rules are rules.
Well, I,
if I can get you
to sign right here.
I'll go get you a room key.
Very good.
Hey, Park,
you and Annie getting a room?
- Shush.
- Love shack city.
Great, I knew you'd
try and pull something.
You're such a little psycho.
The only fun you get is
by making my life miserable.
Go ahead, hit the phones.
"Mom, Dad,
Parker's renting a room."
I just came out to see if you
wanted to go goof
around in the limo.
I don't care where you go
or what you do,
just so long as
you're out of my face.
- Here you are, sir.
- Room 210.
If you don't mind my saying,
may luck be your lady tonight.
Huh? Oh, right.
Luck. Funny.
Hmm.
- Gentlemen.
- Hello.
Parker.
Parker.
Annie, I...
Have a surprise for you.
Your parents?
No, not my parents.
My parents?
Mom, Dad!
Mom? Dad?
Mom! Dad!
What are you doing here?
Oh, they have
a four-star restaurant here.
World famous chimichangas.
But it's a Greek restaurant.
Baba ganoush chimichangas.
Okay, we came
to check up on you.
Where's your sister?
Don't worry,
I'm keeping an eye on her.
So, you don't know where she is.
- Sure I do.
- She's, uh, dancing.
Kub fail at delegated duty
of watching Shelly
while Parker off
having a good time.
Shelly missing from ballroom.
Whereabouts unknown.
Oopsy!
Kub make Parker look
selfish and untrustworthy
in eyes of parents.
Ah, my junior prom.
Just me and Annie
and Mom and Dad.
All that's missing is Shelly.
Wow! Cool room.
Reflections on a junior prom.
I'm a dead man and there's
three reasons for that.
Mom, Dad and Shelly.
At least Mikey's having
a good time.
Wow, what a big room!
Hey, Josh, cool decorations.
Yo, Rog.
Techno pop.
Hey, Jamie,
it's a good look for you.
Hey, pal, right here. Okay?
I love proms.
Parker!
- Any sign of her?
- Nothing.
We checked the restaurant,
two wedding parties and
a self-awareness convention,
- and no Shelly.
- I don't understand.
What would make her want
to run away
in the first place?
It was because of me.
I blew up at her.
I said some stupid things
that I shouldn't have said.
We trusted you.
Parker...
I'm too upset to speak.
Attention!
Greetings, junior flamingos
and congratulations to anyone
who has a hotter date
than I do, if that's possible.
Whoo-hoo, it gives me
great pleasure
to introduce this year's king
and queen of the junior prom,
Lisa Wilkinson and Rock Burt.
What's the point
of having a house detective
if we can't use him to find
our daughter in your house?
Sir, this a downtown hotel
on prom night.
You couldn't swing
a dead cat in here
without hitting
two dozen girls who
might be your daughter.
Uh, it seems that Rock
and Lisa will be
unable to fulfill
their royal duties this year,
so we'll move on
to the runners up,
Parker Lewis and Annie Sloan.
What is the matter
with you people?
I'd have hacked off
my own foot
to have a crack at this thing.
Kub sniff search, find Shelly.
You did? Is she okay?
- Where is she?
- Kub take questions in order.
Yes, found Shelly.
Yes, Shelly okay.
- What third question?
- Where is she?
Oh, upstairs in room 210,
suspiciously alone with date.
210?
That number rings
an ominous bell.
- I don't get it.
- How did Shelly get a hotel room?
It's not her room.
- It's ours.
- I rented it for us.
And now, thanks to Shelly,
everything is screwed up.
I'm really upset.
That is so sweet.
Just think what we could've
done with a hotel room.
Now I'm tremendously upset.
Michael Bolton Soul Provider?
Morrissey's Hairdresser on Fire.
No. No way.
Ah...
Sorry, false alarm.
Look, free stuff.
Where's Dave?
He discovered ESPN.
Hey, Shel, monster truck mania.
What are the two of you
doing in this hotel room?
I needed a break.
These stupid heels
were killing me.
Where did this room come from?
- Did Dave rent it?
- No, sir.
Oh, I get the picture.
You rented it,
didn't you, Parker?
Oh, no, here it comes.
Little sister payback time.
I'm nailed, I'm guilty,
I'm finished.
Shelly's about to go
De Palma on me.
Dad...
The cleaning lady
left the door open.
We just slipped in.
I should've listened to Parker
and stayed in the ballroom.
I'm sorry, Park.
Looks like your father and I
jumped the gun.
- We're sorry.
- We trust you kids, really.
It may not look like it,
but we do.
- Suddenly I'm hungry.
- Why don't we go downstairs for that dinner we came for?
- Sure.
- My kids are alone in a hotel room with their dates,
I can eat.
Everybody out.
How about a quiet limo ride?
How about you and Dave
come along?
Nah, you guys go ahead.
- Come on, Dave.
- Drag me to the dance floor.
Your order, Mr. Lewis.
Mr. Lewis?
Should I do something about it?
Mmm-hmm.
Tomorrow.
Sorry I ruined your night, Shel.
I was a real jerk.
Look at this way.
I'm out 250 bucks
on a hotel room that's
sitting empty right now.
Oh, you didn't ruin my night.
There was no night.
I don't get it.
Everybody says prom's
supposed to be this big deal.
But I hated the band,
the food sucked,
and I spent two months'
allowance on
a stupid shiny dress
that I'm never gonna wear again.
Why does everybody
go gaga over these things?
You know...
I don't know.
So why do people
go gaga over proms?
Good question.
I guess for some,
like Ms. Musso,
it's a chance to fulfill
your dreams,
even if those dreams
end up wearing
a naval uniform.
For others, like Mikey,
it's the fulfillment
of a teenage tradition,
and a pretty girl
in a pretty dress.
But for me,
it was always my chance
to make a connection
with someone special.
Who would have thought
the someone special
would be my sister?
Hey, everybody, come on,
big picture.
Come on!
Achy Breaky Heart.
Right you are.
Mr. Lewis, Mr. Randall?
Mr. Philips? Hello?
a corsage.
How much?
Yes, I'd like to rent a tux.
How much?
I'd like to rent a limo.
How much?
An hour?
Uh, yes, I'd like
to rent a room.
How much?
Uh, yes.
Let me confer
with my associates
and get right back to you.
Oo
Ool,
an album of moments that
stay with you all your life.
And one of the most memorable
moments is your junior prom.
It's about romance,
it's about making a connection
with that special someone.
But most of all,
it's about cash,
and plenty of it.
- We've achieved promise.
- Yes, I can't wait.
A little dining,
a little dancing.
A little surprise,
our own deluxe suite
at the Beverly Grushow Hotel.
What are you grinning about?
Let's let it be a surprise.
I can't believe you're taking
part in this bogus
bourgeois ritual.
"Bogus bourgeois ritual."
I like the sound of that.
All I know is there's no way
you're dragging me
down there.
Oh, come on, Mikey,
it's a tradition.
You got to go.
Oh, right, tuxes,
corsages, limos.
The whole thing is
one big money pit.
It's time somebody
had the guts to just say no.
I for one
pine for an opportunity
to dance with
the girl of my dreams
in a sea of my peers.
You'll be a junior one day, Jer.
- That's it, ma'am.
- Taunt me.
I'm so glad you've accepted
my offer, Commander.
It'll be an honor
to co-chaperone the prom
with a real submariner.
Well, thank goodness we met
in the Admiral's Jacuzzi.
If you hadn't uncorked
my thumb from that water jet,
I'd probably still be stuck
there just backing up
the bubbles.
Oh, Commander,
I promise you,
escorting me will be
more than just a job.
It'll be an adventure.
Bye.
Gary's House of Very Big
and Extremely Tall Tuxedos?
Kub order.
Extra, extra, extra large,
double breasted.
What mean, not have?
- How much?
- Uh...
Yes, that will be satisfactory.
- What?
- Parker, you're so lucky.
I wish there was some way
I could go to the prom.
That's easy, Shel.
You just have to get
some junior to ask you out.
I suggest at gun point.
- This is Dave.
- He's a junior.
He's taking me to the prom.
Hey, man, don't worry.
I'll keep my hands
off your sister.
Even though she is a babe.
No, this isn't happening.
Shelly, my rogue sister,
the girl who once wired
my electric toothbrush
to a car battery,
going to my prom?
- She's loose!
- Shelly is loose!
Run for your lives!
I can't let Shelly
go to my prom.
There are too many lives
at stake.
Especially mine.
This is so cool.
I never thought a junior
would want to take me
to a big deal formal.
Finally a shot
to be treated like an adult.
I'm sorry, Shelly,
I just don't think
you should go to this prom.
Good, Mom, good parenting.
Why not?
Well, Parker showed us
this very disturbing article
in this month's Reader's Digest.
Apparently these proms can get
pretty rowdy.
The drinking, the raucousness,
the rowdiness, the roistering.
It's all in the Digest.
Sorry, Shel, you'll get
another shot at it
when you're a little older.
More mature.
- Okay, so Parker's older, right?
- -Right.
So, he would be there
to look after me.
That way I'd be safe, right?
Uh-oh!
Oh, but Parker would be
stuck chaperoning you
the entire night.
He wouldn't have any time
to himself.
Keeping an eye on you
would be a full-time job.
- Sounds good to me.
- Me too.
- Um...
- It's settled.
Parker, don't let us down.
We're counting on you
to watch over your sister.
It will be so nice for you
to be at the prom together.
This is gonna be great.
What I wished for,
a night full of magic
and passion.
What I'm getting...
Adventures in baby-sitting.
Finally, prom night.
Electric, exciting,
loud.
Shel, knock it off.
Look, TV.
- Forget it.
- Dynomite!
Look, telephone.
Put it down.
- Wow!
- A moon roof!
- Wow!
- A moon roof!
They want you to believe
that you can buy
a night of magic,
that you can rent happiness.
Well, true magic is found in
the everyday details of life.
It's like two friends
connecting.
I mean, what's really
more magical,
a room full of happy,
shiny people dancing
the night away
to bad versions of bad songs
wearing rented clothes,
or two guys hanging out
talking about those people?
I want to go.
Hey, it's Shelly Lewis.
Oh, and Parker.
You must be so proud.
Oh, being stuck with my sister
on the biggest night
of my junior year?
No, that Kub dressed himself.
Parker's wrapped
a little tight tonight, Kub.
- He has to keep an eye on Shelly.
- -Mmm.
- Hey, Kub.
- Think you can help me?
Kub help watch Shelly.
As member of Prom Committee,
it be Kub responsibility
and pleasure
to ensure that good friend
Parker have great prom.
Thanks, Kub.
That way good friend Parker
not be control freak
and ruin prom for everyone else.
It's so obvious it's more than
just a political statement.
Not going to the prom
is a moral imperative.
I see what you're saying, sir.
Why settle for gratuitous lust,
rock and roll and a free buffet
when you can make
an ethical stand?
Hmm.
You coming?
Remember our first prom?
All cummerbund and corsaged,
nervous and fidgety,
wondering if we'd get
that special kiss
at the end of the night.
Honey, it was 1969.
We held our prom
in a rock quarry
and everybody was naked
in the first 20 minutes.
Yeah, but that was 20 years ago.
Times were wilder,
kids were wilder.
- Things have changed, right?
- Right.
You hungry?
No, you?
No.
Let's have dinner
at the Beverly Grushow.
Look at them, that's disgusting.
Don't think about them,
think about how much fun
we're having.
Or will be having
in our deluxe private suite.
Just Annie, me and
a bathroom that's sanitized
for our protection.
Listen.
I gotta go
take care of something.
That's okay,
I'll have to go
call my parents anyway.
We can't both go.
If I leave Shelly here
for more than two seconds,
she's bound to do something
that's gonna get me
in trouble.
Like the time she told Jerry
I stepped on
his bronc inhaler.
Relax.
We'll just call in
the heavy artillery.
Yo, Kub.
After this, I want you
all to myself
for 0800 hours, Commander.
Grace, call me, Andy.
Not on your life, Commander.
Don't forget this can't be
a late evening,
I put out tomorrow.
The Beverly Grushow.
For Annie and me,
it's more than a hotel.
It's our post-prom
pleasure palace.
If I can only remain
calm and composed,
I can get a room
without attracting suspicion.
Sorry.
- Good evening, sir.
- What can I do for you?
Yes, I have a reservation.
Do you also have a name?
Oh, yes.
- Lewis.
- -Oh, let me check for you, post haste.
Do your parents know about this?
Excuse me?
Family rate.
Oh, no.
I just need a room for myself.
Oh, I should've known,
you exude a certain
lone wolf quality.
Whoa!
This is a formal function.
You and your calcified,
ritualistic rules.
Is there a law against
not having a tux?
Well, no.
Cool.
And how long will you be
staying with us
all by yourself?
Well, let's just start with
one night.
No telling how long
business will keep me in town.
I'm on business here in town.
I'm a professional gambler.
That would've been
my second guess.
As you can see,
I am wearing a tux.
Are you a junior?
No.
Hey, is there a law against
not being a junior?
Yes.
Hey, he's a friend of mine.
He wants to go in,
I want him to go in.
He's not a junior.
The only way I can let him in
is if he's your date.
Sorry, Jer, rules are rules.
Well, I,
if I can get you
to sign right here.
I'll go get you a room key.
Very good.
Hey, Park,
you and Annie getting a room?
- Shush.
- Love shack city.
Great, I knew you'd
try and pull something.
You're such a little psycho.
The only fun you get is
by making my life miserable.
Go ahead, hit the phones.
"Mom, Dad,
Parker's renting a room."
I just came out to see if you
wanted to go goof
around in the limo.
I don't care where you go
or what you do,
just so long as
you're out of my face.
- Here you are, sir.
- Room 210.
If you don't mind my saying,
may luck be your lady tonight.
Huh? Oh, right.
Luck. Funny.
Hmm.
- Gentlemen.
- Hello.
Parker.
Parker.
Annie, I...
Have a surprise for you.
Your parents?
No, not my parents.
My parents?
Mom, Dad!
Mom? Dad?
Mom! Dad!
What are you doing here?
Oh, they have
a four-star restaurant here.
World famous chimichangas.
But it's a Greek restaurant.
Baba ganoush chimichangas.
Okay, we came
to check up on you.
Where's your sister?
Don't worry,
I'm keeping an eye on her.
So, you don't know where she is.
- Sure I do.
- She's, uh, dancing.
Kub fail at delegated duty
of watching Shelly
while Parker off
having a good time.
Shelly missing from ballroom.
Whereabouts unknown.
Oopsy!
Kub make Parker look
selfish and untrustworthy
in eyes of parents.
Ah, my junior prom.
Just me and Annie
and Mom and Dad.
All that's missing is Shelly.
Wow! Cool room.
Reflections on a junior prom.
I'm a dead man and there's
three reasons for that.
Mom, Dad and Shelly.
At least Mikey's having
a good time.
Wow, what a big room!
Hey, Josh, cool decorations.
Yo, Rog.
Techno pop.
Hey, Jamie,
it's a good look for you.
Hey, pal, right here. Okay?
I love proms.
Parker!
- Any sign of her?
- Nothing.
We checked the restaurant,
two wedding parties and
a self-awareness convention,
- and no Shelly.
- I don't understand.
What would make her want
to run away
in the first place?
It was because of me.
I blew up at her.
I said some stupid things
that I shouldn't have said.
We trusted you.
Parker...
I'm too upset to speak.
Attention!
Greetings, junior flamingos
and congratulations to anyone
who has a hotter date
than I do, if that's possible.
Whoo-hoo, it gives me
great pleasure
to introduce this year's king
and queen of the junior prom,
Lisa Wilkinson and Rock Burt.
What's the point
of having a house detective
if we can't use him to find
our daughter in your house?
Sir, this a downtown hotel
on prom night.
You couldn't swing
a dead cat in here
without hitting
two dozen girls who
might be your daughter.
Uh, it seems that Rock
and Lisa will be
unable to fulfill
their royal duties this year,
so we'll move on
to the runners up,
Parker Lewis and Annie Sloan.
What is the matter
with you people?
I'd have hacked off
my own foot
to have a crack at this thing.
Kub sniff search, find Shelly.
You did? Is she okay?
- Where is she?
- Kub take questions in order.
Yes, found Shelly.
Yes, Shelly okay.
- What third question?
- Where is she?
Oh, upstairs in room 210,
suspiciously alone with date.
210?
That number rings
an ominous bell.
- I don't get it.
- How did Shelly get a hotel room?
It's not her room.
- It's ours.
- I rented it for us.
And now, thanks to Shelly,
everything is screwed up.
I'm really upset.
That is so sweet.
Just think what we could've
done with a hotel room.
Now I'm tremendously upset.
Michael Bolton Soul Provider?
Morrissey's Hairdresser on Fire.
No. No way.
Ah...
Sorry, false alarm.
Look, free stuff.
Where's Dave?
He discovered ESPN.
Hey, Shel, monster truck mania.
What are the two of you
doing in this hotel room?
I needed a break.
These stupid heels
were killing me.
Where did this room come from?
- Did Dave rent it?
- No, sir.
Oh, I get the picture.
You rented it,
didn't you, Parker?
Oh, no, here it comes.
Little sister payback time.
I'm nailed, I'm guilty,
I'm finished.
Shelly's about to go
De Palma on me.
Dad...
The cleaning lady
left the door open.
We just slipped in.
I should've listened to Parker
and stayed in the ballroom.
I'm sorry, Park.
Looks like your father and I
jumped the gun.
- We're sorry.
- We trust you kids, really.
It may not look like it,
but we do.
- Suddenly I'm hungry.
- Why don't we go downstairs for that dinner we came for?
- Sure.
- My kids are alone in a hotel room with their dates,
I can eat.
Everybody out.
How about a quiet limo ride?
How about you and Dave
come along?
Nah, you guys go ahead.
- Come on, Dave.
- Drag me to the dance floor.
Your order, Mr. Lewis.
Mr. Lewis?
Should I do something about it?
Mmm-hmm.
Tomorrow.
Sorry I ruined your night, Shel.
I was a real jerk.
Look at this way.
I'm out 250 bucks
on a hotel room that's
sitting empty right now.
Oh, you didn't ruin my night.
There was no night.
I don't get it.
Everybody says prom's
supposed to be this big deal.
But I hated the band,
the food sucked,
and I spent two months'
allowance on
a stupid shiny dress
that I'm never gonna wear again.
Why does everybody
go gaga over these things?
You know...
I don't know.
So why do people
go gaga over proms?
Good question.
I guess for some,
like Ms. Musso,
it's a chance to fulfill
your dreams,
even if those dreams
end up wearing
a naval uniform.
For others, like Mikey,
it's the fulfillment
of a teenage tradition,
and a pretty girl
in a pretty dress.
But for me,
it was always my chance
to make a connection
with someone special.
Who would have thought
the someone special
would be my sister?
Hey, everybody, come on,
big picture.
Come on!
Achy Breaky Heart.
Right you are.
Mr. Lewis, Mr. Randall?
Mr. Philips? Hello?