Saved by the Bell (1989–1992): Season 4, Episode 9 - Wrestling with the Future - full transcript
Slater and his military officer father fight over where A.C. will attend college, and Zack intervenes to fix it by attempting to impersonate Slater during a visit by a visiting congressman. Meanwhile, Jessie worries about college acceptances that she may be rejected by each one, whereas Screech learns he's been accepted to every college he's applied to for his good grades.
[bell rings]
♪ When I wake up in the morning
and the alarm gives out a warning ♪
♪ I don't think I'll ever
make it on time ♪
♪ By the time I grab my books
and I give myself a look ♪
♪ I'm at the corner just in time
to see the bus fly by ♪
♪ It's all right ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm saved by the bell ♪
♪ If the teacher pops a test
I know I'm in a mess ♪
♪ And my dog ate
all my homework last night ♪
♪ Ridin' low on my chair,
she won't know that I'm there ♪
♪ If I can hand it in tomorrow
it will be all right ♪
♪ It's all right ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm saved by the bell... ♪
♪ It's all right,
'cause I'm saved by the-- ♪
♪ It's all right, 'cause I'm saved
by the-- ♪
♪ It's all right,
'cause I'm saved by the bell ♪
[cheering]
Congratulations,
A.C. Slater.
Now, tell me, how does it
feel to be city wrestling champ?
Pretty darn good, Zack,
but not as good
as it's gonna feel next week
when I win the
state championship.
♪ A.C. Slater,
he's first rate ♪
♪ Today the city,
next week state ♪
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
Now, Slater, tell me.
How does it feel to totally
humiliate Valley's champ?
Pretty darn good, Zack.
♪ They set you up
with the best they had ♪
♪ You pounced 'em,
trounced 'em, beat 'em up bad ♪
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
Any final words
before we sign off?
I'd like to thank Coach Sanski
and my teammates for their support,
and even though he couldn't
be here, I'd like to thank my dad.
♪ Zippity, zappity,
piffity, paddy ♪
♪ He's so straight,
he thanked his daddy ♪
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
This has been Zack Morris
for KKTY Sports.
Next week, a special report on
cheerleaders who need to get a life.
Hey, you're looking good
in that miniskirt, mama.
Why don't you go bite
a stray dog?
I'm only a cheerleader because it
looks good on my college application.
Have you heard anything yet?
No. Colleges don't usually tell you
if you're accepted until next week.
Not true.
I already got accepted
to four schools.
Emerson, USC, Clemson--
I applied to Harvard,
Yale, and Columbia.
Ivy League schools are more
careful about who they accept.
Then I guess some crazed
gardener cut down the Ivy at Princeton,
'cause I got in there, too.
Princeton accepted you and
I haven't heard anything yet?
I need junk food quick.
Give me those fries.
Relax. At least you can
afford those colleges.
I'm going to community
college and getting a job.
Besides, pigging out will only
get you a curly tail and a snout.
- Oink, oink.
- Oink, oink.
Don't give me attitude just because
you already got into the Fashion Institute.
I know how you feel.
I haven't heard from
any of my schools, either.
What did you do? Apply to the
places with the best-looking girls?
How did you know?
I also applied to the schools
with the best beaches--
Hawaii, Miami, and Tahiti Tech.
Man, I don't believe it.
That's Jeff Tramer,
the wrestling coach
from the University of Iowa.
Wonder what he's doing here.
It is a restaurant.
Maybe he's hungry.
Duh!
Iowa is the best wresting
school in the country.
Maybe he's here
about my application.
Slater, colleges never
accept people in person.
A.C.,
I'm Jeff Tramer.
I'm here to offer you a full wrestling
scholarship to the University of Iowa.
Well, what do you say?
Huh? Oh, I say great.
Thank you.
I'll put that paperwork
in the mail tomorrow.
See you in September.
You'll love Iowa.
Congratulations.
Iowa. The land of
farmers' daughters.
Yeah.
Well done, Slater.
What a day.
City champ, now Iowa.
I can't wait to tell my father.
Hey, preppy, come with me so
you can tell him how good I was.
OK.
See you guys at
the bowling alley later.
Not me.
Last time we went,
some biker shoved
his fingers up my nose
and used my head
as a bowling ball.
Man, it hurts when
you get a strike.
Down and give me 20!
1, 2...
I hate when you
do that, A.C.
Hey, Dad, I'm just
getting you back
for all the times you
woke me up with your bugle.
- Hi, son.
- Hey, Dad.
Good to see you, Private Morris.
Yo, Major Slater.
Being all you can be?
Careful, soldier.
So, Dad, when'd you get back?
Just got in.
Sorry I had to miss
your big wrestling match.
- How'd you do?
- Oh, he did great.
Slater pinned that girl
in 10 seconds.
Shut up, Preppie.
It was a guy, and I creamed him.
That's my boy.
Son, I've got great news.
Oh, wait, I've got
some good news, too.
Uh-uh. I outrank you.
Me first.
Tomorrow, 1200 hours, you have an
interview with Congressman Shepherd
for possible entry to the
West Point Military Academy.
West Point?
Oh, that's great, Dad.
Just great.
I knew you'd be thrilled.
I called in some favors.
You're worth it, soldier.
Slater, come on.
Tell him.
Iowa?
Iowa?
Yeah. I owe, uh,
Zack 10 bucks.
Could you loan it to me?
Oh, sure.
That's good news?
Is to me.
[telephone rings]
Major Slater.
Uh-huh.
Oh, I see.
All right.
I'll be right over.
What's the matter?
My C.O. went AWOL
with a G.I. From the P.X.
I got to go ASAP.
See you, A.C.
OK.
You guys sound
like an eye chart.
Why didn't you tell him about
your wrestling scholarship?
Zack, it's always been his
dream for me to be in the army.
Hey, you do not
want to be in the army.
You'd look stupid
with a crew cut.
I know.
I want to go to Iowa.
Don't worry.
I'll get you out of this.
Jesse, what are you doing eating
potato chips at 9:00 in the morning?
Oh, no. Did another school
reject you?
Only Yale. Who
wants to go there?
Stupid school.
I haven't heard from
my first choice, either,
but I got accepted
to three more:
Duke, Cal-tech,
and the Barbizon School
for Modeling.
You, a fashion model?
Fashion model?
I thought the School for Modeling was
where you put together plastic airplanes.
Forget this.
Mr. Belding, thank you for letting me
borrow your office to do this interview.
Believe me, Congressman
Shepherd, it's an honor.
You could not have picked
a better candidate.
I consider A.C. Slater
to be my protégé.
I groomed him myself.
Well, I won't hold that
against him.
Just kidding.
I hope so. You're up for
re-election next month.
Congressman Shepherd,
I'm A.C. Slater.
You know, A.C., Martin really
thinks you're officer material.
I trust his opinion.
What, uh... Martin?
Major Martin Slater.
Your father?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You know, I just
call him Major Dad.
So, what do you think
of West Point?
I think it's the greatest military
school in the history of this world.
When do I get my gun?
There's more to the army
than just guns--
education, career training,
unlimited opportunities.
Yeah. Opportunities
to meet the enemy girls
'cause I hear those
commie chicks are red hot.
We're not actually
at war right now.
Good.
Then we should attack Canada!
They'll never know we're coming.
Yeah, yeah, I could see it now.
We'll creep into the
woods outside of Toronto.
I have the enemy in my sights.
Take this!
Take that!
And that!
It's a vicious fire fight!
Machine guns!
Duh-duh-duh-duh!
Oh!
Mortars! Bazookas!
Oh!
It's beautiful, man. And
after we overrun them,
I jump on our lead tank
and ride victoriously
through the streets of Toronto,
singing our national anthem.
♪ Oh, say,
can you see ♪
♪ By the dawn's
early light ♪
A.C., thank you for coming.
I'll be in touch.
Jessie, where were you?
We missed you at lunch.
I went home to check the mail
for more acceptance letters.
Did you hear from
another school?
Yes.
I guess that means
you didn't get in.
You're a zit ready to happen.
I'm sorry, Jessie. What
school dumped you this time?
Only Harvard. I didn't
want to go there anyway.
Don't give up. You still
haven't heard about Columbia.
Forget it. I'm doomed.
I'm going to end up snapping my
gum behind the counter at McDonald's.
Great. Just today, I was accepted
to a Hamburger University.
Maybe I'll be your McBoss.
Hey, Slater.
Slater, how was your interview?
How would he know?
He wasn't there.
Well, it was, uh...
Hey, Slater, congratulations.
You failed your interview
with flying colors.
He bought it? How?
Let's just say I made
Rambo look like a wimp.
Thanks, Preppie.
I owe you one.
You took the interview for him?
That's not right, Zack.
I can't believe you'd throw away
an opportunity like that, Slater.
You just better hope
nobody finds out.
What's the worst
that would happen?
They find out he lied,
and they still don't let him in.
[bell rings]
Congratulations.
All right. Thanks.
On top of the desk?
That doesn't sound
like him at all.
He's usually polite.
Sweet, even.
Wonder what came over him?
Hey, Mr. B.
A.C.
You have more
than one A.C. here?
No. Just him.
That's the student you
interviewed... isn't it?
No, it isn't.
Well, then somebody
pretended to be A.C.,
and I've got a pretty good
idea who that somebody is.
Come with me.
We've got to talk.
Sorry to interrupt,
Mr. McGee,
but we need a moment
with one of your students.
Well...
Zack, I'd like for you
to try this on.
Not right now, sir.
I'm learning here.
Can't this wait?
Is this the boy?
Yes, it is.
Then there's nothing I can do.
They're all yours.
Zack Morris, you are
accused of impersonating
a West Point applicant to a
United States congressman.
A.C. Slater, you are accused
of aiding and abetting
a person impersonating
a West Point applicant
to a United States congressman.
Oh, man. I knew something
like this would happen.
We're just kids.
You can't do this.
Do something,
Mr. Belding.
I'm sorry, Zack,
it's out of my hands.
In the name of the government
of the United States of America,
you are hereby under arrest.
You will come with us.
I didn't do anything!
I'm too young to go to prison!
I want that homework
when you get out of jail!
Why did I listen to you?
Every time I listen to you,
I get into trouble.
When am I gonna learn?
- When?
- Ow!
Hey...
relax.
Mr. B.--
Hey, sorry, guys.
This time you went too far.
You're looking at
10 years, gentlemen.
What?
Oh, please!
I can't go to prison!
They'll eat me alive!
Would you shut up
and take it like a man?
I'm embarrassed
to be handcuffed to you.
Gonna have to call
your father now, A.C.
No, don't, Mr. B!
Mr. Congressman,
no, please!
I think they've
learned their lesson.
I think they have.
All right, guys, let them go.
This whole thing was a scam?
You did this to
teach us a lesson?
Yeah. Did it work?
- Yeah.
- Oh, yeah.
A.C., if you ever want a
real interview, let me know.
All right, guys.
Let's go.
Well, thanks
for the great lesson, sir.
See you later.
Not so fast, Zack.
The congressman was a lot
more forgiving than I'm going to be.
Wait, Mr. B.,
don't blame Zack.
This whole thing happened because
I was too chicken to tell my dad
I didn't want to go
to West Point.
Yeah. I was
just helping him.
I was being a nice guy.
I should get a medal.
Slater, are you sure?
All right, Zack.
As much as it pains me,
get out of here.
Thank you, sir.
And, please, don't be
too hard on Slater.
He just needs
a little discipline.
Sit down, A.C.
Slater, Slater, Slater.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.
Mmm, mmm, mmm!
OK, it was wrong not
to be honest with my dad.
I didn't know how he'd take it.
I'll go talk to him.
Hey, I'm glad we had this talk.
Now go ahead and make me proud.
Hi, Dad.
Well?
How did the interview go...
Cadet Slater?
Dad...
I didn't get in.
What?
That two-bit,
backstabbing politician.
I'm gonna get him
on the phone right now.
No, Dad, put down the phone.
I didn't get in because...
I didn't go to the interview.
What are you talking about?
I got a wrestling scholarship
from the University of Iowa.
I want to go there.
What about West Point?
What about our plans?
Dad, they're not our plans.
They're your plans.
I don't understand.
I'm talking about
your future here.
You planning on wrestling
for the rest of your life?
I mean, don't be ridiculous.
I'm gonna wrestle while I
get a college education.
And then what?
I don't know exactly
what I want to do yet,
but I do know I don't
want to be in the army.
Oh.
I see.
Well, it's your life, I guess.
Look, I'm shipping out tomorrow.
I've got to pack.
But, Dad, you weren't
supposed to leave until Sunday.
The state championship's
tomorrow.
I know.
Good luck.
I don't believe this.
One cheerleader,
and no wrestling star.
Mm-hmm. This is
one pepless pep rally.
I found her wandering the halls
mumbling, "please say yes.
Please say yes."
This is my last chance.
It's from Columbia.
Well? Open it.
I can't. If they said no,
my life is over,
but if I don't open it,
I still have some hope.
Oh, give me that.
Please say yes.
Please say yes.
You got in!
Look!
They said yes?
They said yes?
I got in?
♪ I'm going to Columbia ♪
♪ I'm going to Columbia ♪
♪ I'm going to Columbia ♪
♪ I'm going to Columbia ♪
Eww!
Sorry, babe. I'm in
no mood for love.
Screech, what's wrong?
I just got rejected
from my first choice.
Read it and weep.
"Fisher College for Women"?
Why did you want to go
to an all-girls school?
Easier to get a date.
What about you, Zack?
Did you make
that tough decision?
Uh, yeah, I'm going to...
[coughs] Yale.
What?
Oh, I'm going to...
[coughs] Yale.
Yale?
Did you say Yale?
Yes.
I got 1,500
on my S.A.T.S.
My mom made me apply.
Yale is a very tough school.
You've never studied
a day in your life.
So? I'll pick a day
and study.
I never thought I'd get in,
but since I did, I might
as well go for it.
Zack, I'm proud of you.
I guess you care about
your future after all.
Don't spread it around.
You'll kill my image.
Hey, come on.
Cheer up.
In an hour, you'll be
state champion.
It doesn't matter.
My dad hates me.
♪ Who's that guy
with the charming smile? ♪
♪ Who's that guy
who wins with style? ♪
♪ Tell us now
or tell us later ♪
♪ He'll still be champ,
his name is Slater! ♪
[cheering]
Come on, this pep
rally's for you.
You got to say something.
Oh. Uh...
Win.
- Yay, Slater!
- Yay, Slater!
A.C.,
my man, my star.
Today's the big day right?
Who cares?
Didn't go too well
with your father, huh?
Not at all. I told
him how I felt,
and he just didn't
want to hear it.
Look, sometimes the truth hurts,
but in the long run,
lies hurt more.
I'm proud of you.
Thank you, sir.
Good luck out there, and, hey...
kick some butt.
Hello?
Is there a state
champion in here?
Leave me alone, Zack.
I'd love to,
but there's somebody
who wants to see you.
Down and give me 20.
Dad? What are you
doing here?
You don't think I'd leave without seeing
my son do what he loves best, do you?
Actually, yeah, I did.
I was going to, but Zack
can be very convincing.
I used the old Morris charm,
said a few words,
and made Screech lie down
in front of his Jeep.
I'll leave you
two alone to talk.
Private Morris.
Thank you.
I'm glad you came, Dad.
So am I.
I just want you to be happy,
even if that means
going to Iowa.
Do you really mean that?
Affirmative.
I mean...
of course I do, son.
Now let's get out there
and wrestle!
You got into that college
for a reason, didn't you?
Maybe while you're at Iowa,
you could squeeze in
R.O.T.C.
Oh, Dad...
♪ When I wake up in the morning
and the alarm gives out a warning ♪
♪ I don't think I'll ever
make it on time ♪
♪ By the time I grab my books
and I give myself a look ♪
♪ I'm at the corner just in time
to see the bus fly by ♪
♪ It's all right ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm saved by the bell ♪
♪ If the teacher pops a test
I know I'm in a mess ♪
♪ And my dog ate
all my homework last night ♪
♪ Ridin' low on my chair,
she won't know that I'm there ♪
♪ If I can hand it in tomorrow
it will be all right ♪
♪ It's all right ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm saved by the bell... ♪
♪ It's all right,
'cause I'm saved by the-- ♪
♪ It's all right, 'cause I'm saved
by the-- ♪
♪ It's all right,
'cause I'm saved by the bell ♪
[cheering]
Congratulations,
A.C. Slater.
Now, tell me, how does it
feel to be city wrestling champ?
Pretty darn good, Zack,
but not as good
as it's gonna feel next week
when I win the
state championship.
♪ A.C. Slater,
he's first rate ♪
♪ Today the city,
next week state ♪
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
Now, Slater, tell me.
How does it feel to totally
humiliate Valley's champ?
Pretty darn good, Zack.
♪ They set you up
with the best they had ♪
♪ You pounced 'em,
trounced 'em, beat 'em up bad ♪
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
Any final words
before we sign off?
I'd like to thank Coach Sanski
and my teammates for their support,
and even though he couldn't
be here, I'd like to thank my dad.
♪ Zippity, zappity,
piffity, paddy ♪
♪ He's so straight,
he thanked his daddy ♪
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
This has been Zack Morris
for KKTY Sports.
Next week, a special report on
cheerleaders who need to get a life.
Hey, you're looking good
in that miniskirt, mama.
Why don't you go bite
a stray dog?
I'm only a cheerleader because it
looks good on my college application.
Have you heard anything yet?
No. Colleges don't usually tell you
if you're accepted until next week.
Not true.
I already got accepted
to four schools.
Emerson, USC, Clemson--
I applied to Harvard,
Yale, and Columbia.
Ivy League schools are more
careful about who they accept.
Then I guess some crazed
gardener cut down the Ivy at Princeton,
'cause I got in there, too.
Princeton accepted you and
I haven't heard anything yet?
I need junk food quick.
Give me those fries.
Relax. At least you can
afford those colleges.
I'm going to community
college and getting a job.
Besides, pigging out will only
get you a curly tail and a snout.
- Oink, oink.
- Oink, oink.
Don't give me attitude just because
you already got into the Fashion Institute.
I know how you feel.
I haven't heard from
any of my schools, either.
What did you do? Apply to the
places with the best-looking girls?
How did you know?
I also applied to the schools
with the best beaches--
Hawaii, Miami, and Tahiti Tech.
Man, I don't believe it.
That's Jeff Tramer,
the wrestling coach
from the University of Iowa.
Wonder what he's doing here.
It is a restaurant.
Maybe he's hungry.
Duh!
Iowa is the best wresting
school in the country.
Maybe he's here
about my application.
Slater, colleges never
accept people in person.
A.C.,
I'm Jeff Tramer.
I'm here to offer you a full wrestling
scholarship to the University of Iowa.
Well, what do you say?
Huh? Oh, I say great.
Thank you.
I'll put that paperwork
in the mail tomorrow.
See you in September.
You'll love Iowa.
Congratulations.
Iowa. The land of
farmers' daughters.
Yeah.
Well done, Slater.
What a day.
City champ, now Iowa.
I can't wait to tell my father.
Hey, preppy, come with me so
you can tell him how good I was.
OK.
See you guys at
the bowling alley later.
Not me.
Last time we went,
some biker shoved
his fingers up my nose
and used my head
as a bowling ball.
Man, it hurts when
you get a strike.
Down and give me 20!
1, 2...
I hate when you
do that, A.C.
Hey, Dad, I'm just
getting you back
for all the times you
woke me up with your bugle.
- Hi, son.
- Hey, Dad.
Good to see you, Private Morris.
Yo, Major Slater.
Being all you can be?
Careful, soldier.
So, Dad, when'd you get back?
Just got in.
Sorry I had to miss
your big wrestling match.
- How'd you do?
- Oh, he did great.
Slater pinned that girl
in 10 seconds.
Shut up, Preppie.
It was a guy, and I creamed him.
That's my boy.
Son, I've got great news.
Oh, wait, I've got
some good news, too.
Uh-uh. I outrank you.
Me first.
Tomorrow, 1200 hours, you have an
interview with Congressman Shepherd
for possible entry to the
West Point Military Academy.
West Point?
Oh, that's great, Dad.
Just great.
I knew you'd be thrilled.
I called in some favors.
You're worth it, soldier.
Slater, come on.
Tell him.
Iowa?
Iowa?
Yeah. I owe, uh,
Zack 10 bucks.
Could you loan it to me?
Oh, sure.
That's good news?
Is to me.
[telephone rings]
Major Slater.
Uh-huh.
Oh, I see.
All right.
I'll be right over.
What's the matter?
My C.O. went AWOL
with a G.I. From the P.X.
I got to go ASAP.
See you, A.C.
OK.
You guys sound
like an eye chart.
Why didn't you tell him about
your wrestling scholarship?
Zack, it's always been his
dream for me to be in the army.
Hey, you do not
want to be in the army.
You'd look stupid
with a crew cut.
I know.
I want to go to Iowa.
Don't worry.
I'll get you out of this.
Jesse, what are you doing eating
potato chips at 9:00 in the morning?
Oh, no. Did another school
reject you?
Only Yale. Who
wants to go there?
Stupid school.
I haven't heard from
my first choice, either,
but I got accepted
to three more:
Duke, Cal-tech,
and the Barbizon School
for Modeling.
You, a fashion model?
Fashion model?
I thought the School for Modeling was
where you put together plastic airplanes.
Forget this.
Mr. Belding, thank you for letting me
borrow your office to do this interview.
Believe me, Congressman
Shepherd, it's an honor.
You could not have picked
a better candidate.
I consider A.C. Slater
to be my protégé.
I groomed him myself.
Well, I won't hold that
against him.
Just kidding.
I hope so. You're up for
re-election next month.
Congressman Shepherd,
I'm A.C. Slater.
You know, A.C., Martin really
thinks you're officer material.
I trust his opinion.
What, uh... Martin?
Major Martin Slater.
Your father?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You know, I just
call him Major Dad.
So, what do you think
of West Point?
I think it's the greatest military
school in the history of this world.
When do I get my gun?
There's more to the army
than just guns--
education, career training,
unlimited opportunities.
Yeah. Opportunities
to meet the enemy girls
'cause I hear those
commie chicks are red hot.
We're not actually
at war right now.
Good.
Then we should attack Canada!
They'll never know we're coming.
Yeah, yeah, I could see it now.
We'll creep into the
woods outside of Toronto.
I have the enemy in my sights.
Take this!
Take that!
And that!
It's a vicious fire fight!
Machine guns!
Duh-duh-duh-duh!
Oh!
Mortars! Bazookas!
Oh!
It's beautiful, man. And
after we overrun them,
I jump on our lead tank
and ride victoriously
through the streets of Toronto,
singing our national anthem.
♪ Oh, say,
can you see ♪
♪ By the dawn's
early light ♪
A.C., thank you for coming.
I'll be in touch.
Jessie, where were you?
We missed you at lunch.
I went home to check the mail
for more acceptance letters.
Did you hear from
another school?
Yes.
I guess that means
you didn't get in.
You're a zit ready to happen.
I'm sorry, Jessie. What
school dumped you this time?
Only Harvard. I didn't
want to go there anyway.
Don't give up. You still
haven't heard about Columbia.
Forget it. I'm doomed.
I'm going to end up snapping my
gum behind the counter at McDonald's.
Great. Just today, I was accepted
to a Hamburger University.
Maybe I'll be your McBoss.
Hey, Slater.
Slater, how was your interview?
How would he know?
He wasn't there.
Well, it was, uh...
Hey, Slater, congratulations.
You failed your interview
with flying colors.
He bought it? How?
Let's just say I made
Rambo look like a wimp.
Thanks, Preppie.
I owe you one.
You took the interview for him?
That's not right, Zack.
I can't believe you'd throw away
an opportunity like that, Slater.
You just better hope
nobody finds out.
What's the worst
that would happen?
They find out he lied,
and they still don't let him in.
[bell rings]
Congratulations.
All right. Thanks.
On top of the desk?
That doesn't sound
like him at all.
He's usually polite.
Sweet, even.
Wonder what came over him?
Hey, Mr. B.
A.C.
You have more
than one A.C. here?
No. Just him.
That's the student you
interviewed... isn't it?
No, it isn't.
Well, then somebody
pretended to be A.C.,
and I've got a pretty good
idea who that somebody is.
Come with me.
We've got to talk.
Sorry to interrupt,
Mr. McGee,
but we need a moment
with one of your students.
Well...
Zack, I'd like for you
to try this on.
Not right now, sir.
I'm learning here.
Can't this wait?
Is this the boy?
Yes, it is.
Then there's nothing I can do.
They're all yours.
Zack Morris, you are
accused of impersonating
a West Point applicant to a
United States congressman.
A.C. Slater, you are accused
of aiding and abetting
a person impersonating
a West Point applicant
to a United States congressman.
Oh, man. I knew something
like this would happen.
We're just kids.
You can't do this.
Do something,
Mr. Belding.
I'm sorry, Zack,
it's out of my hands.
In the name of the government
of the United States of America,
you are hereby under arrest.
You will come with us.
I didn't do anything!
I'm too young to go to prison!
I want that homework
when you get out of jail!
Why did I listen to you?
Every time I listen to you,
I get into trouble.
When am I gonna learn?
- When?
- Ow!
Hey...
relax.
Mr. B.--
Hey, sorry, guys.
This time you went too far.
You're looking at
10 years, gentlemen.
What?
Oh, please!
I can't go to prison!
They'll eat me alive!
Would you shut up
and take it like a man?
I'm embarrassed
to be handcuffed to you.
Gonna have to call
your father now, A.C.
No, don't, Mr. B!
Mr. Congressman,
no, please!
I think they've
learned their lesson.
I think they have.
All right, guys, let them go.
This whole thing was a scam?
You did this to
teach us a lesson?
Yeah. Did it work?
- Yeah.
- Oh, yeah.
A.C., if you ever want a
real interview, let me know.
All right, guys.
Let's go.
Well, thanks
for the great lesson, sir.
See you later.
Not so fast, Zack.
The congressman was a lot
more forgiving than I'm going to be.
Wait, Mr. B.,
don't blame Zack.
This whole thing happened because
I was too chicken to tell my dad
I didn't want to go
to West Point.
Yeah. I was
just helping him.
I was being a nice guy.
I should get a medal.
Slater, are you sure?
All right, Zack.
As much as it pains me,
get out of here.
Thank you, sir.
And, please, don't be
too hard on Slater.
He just needs
a little discipline.
Sit down, A.C.
Slater, Slater, Slater.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.
Mmm, mmm, mmm!
OK, it was wrong not
to be honest with my dad.
I didn't know how he'd take it.
I'll go talk to him.
Hey, I'm glad we had this talk.
Now go ahead and make me proud.
Hi, Dad.
Well?
How did the interview go...
Cadet Slater?
Dad...
I didn't get in.
What?
That two-bit,
backstabbing politician.
I'm gonna get him
on the phone right now.
No, Dad, put down the phone.
I didn't get in because...
I didn't go to the interview.
What are you talking about?
I got a wrestling scholarship
from the University of Iowa.
I want to go there.
What about West Point?
What about our plans?
Dad, they're not our plans.
They're your plans.
I don't understand.
I'm talking about
your future here.
You planning on wrestling
for the rest of your life?
I mean, don't be ridiculous.
I'm gonna wrestle while I
get a college education.
And then what?
I don't know exactly
what I want to do yet,
but I do know I don't
want to be in the army.
Oh.
I see.
Well, it's your life, I guess.
Look, I'm shipping out tomorrow.
I've got to pack.
But, Dad, you weren't
supposed to leave until Sunday.
The state championship's
tomorrow.
I know.
Good luck.
I don't believe this.
One cheerleader,
and no wrestling star.
Mm-hmm. This is
one pepless pep rally.
I found her wandering the halls
mumbling, "please say yes.
Please say yes."
This is my last chance.
It's from Columbia.
Well? Open it.
I can't. If they said no,
my life is over,
but if I don't open it,
I still have some hope.
Oh, give me that.
Please say yes.
Please say yes.
You got in!
Look!
They said yes?
They said yes?
I got in?
♪ I'm going to Columbia ♪
♪ I'm going to Columbia ♪
♪ I'm going to Columbia ♪
♪ I'm going to Columbia ♪
Eww!
Sorry, babe. I'm in
no mood for love.
Screech, what's wrong?
I just got rejected
from my first choice.
Read it and weep.
"Fisher College for Women"?
Why did you want to go
to an all-girls school?
Easier to get a date.
What about you, Zack?
Did you make
that tough decision?
Uh, yeah, I'm going to...
[coughs] Yale.
What?
Oh, I'm going to...
[coughs] Yale.
Yale?
Did you say Yale?
Yes.
I got 1,500
on my S.A.T.S.
My mom made me apply.
Yale is a very tough school.
You've never studied
a day in your life.
So? I'll pick a day
and study.
I never thought I'd get in,
but since I did, I might
as well go for it.
Zack, I'm proud of you.
I guess you care about
your future after all.
Don't spread it around.
You'll kill my image.
Hey, come on.
Cheer up.
In an hour, you'll be
state champion.
It doesn't matter.
My dad hates me.
♪ Who's that guy
with the charming smile? ♪
♪ Who's that guy
who wins with style? ♪
♪ Tell us now
or tell us later ♪
♪ He'll still be champ,
his name is Slater! ♪
[cheering]
Come on, this pep
rally's for you.
You got to say something.
Oh. Uh...
Win.
- Yay, Slater!
- Yay, Slater!
A.C.,
my man, my star.
Today's the big day right?
Who cares?
Didn't go too well
with your father, huh?
Not at all. I told
him how I felt,
and he just didn't
want to hear it.
Look, sometimes the truth hurts,
but in the long run,
lies hurt more.
I'm proud of you.
Thank you, sir.
Good luck out there, and, hey...
kick some butt.
Hello?
Is there a state
champion in here?
Leave me alone, Zack.
I'd love to,
but there's somebody
who wants to see you.
Down and give me 20.
Dad? What are you
doing here?
You don't think I'd leave without seeing
my son do what he loves best, do you?
Actually, yeah, I did.
I was going to, but Zack
can be very convincing.
I used the old Morris charm,
said a few words,
and made Screech lie down
in front of his Jeep.
I'll leave you
two alone to talk.
Private Morris.
Thank you.
I'm glad you came, Dad.
So am I.
I just want you to be happy,
even if that means
going to Iowa.
Do you really mean that?
Affirmative.
I mean...
of course I do, son.
Now let's get out there
and wrestle!
You got into that college
for a reason, didn't you?
Maybe while you're at Iowa,
you could squeeze in
R.O.T.C.
Oh, Dad...