Beverly Hills, 90210 · Season 1
Anyway, like I said, my name is Sky, it really is, my parents named me that. No kidding. And it gets worse. My middle name is Blueyonder. You see, my dad was in the Air Force. My mother was a pothead. I guess that makes me an airhead, huh?
Mom, these performance-oriented coffeehouses are really happening, I mean I really felt a part of it.
Right, is this button crooked?
No, it's fine
And Dad I'm pregnant.
[Jim and Cindy look up at Brenda in shock.]
Just testing.
[waves to David] David!
My God, She's waving at me!
She must need something.
She needs me. She just doesn't know it yet.
David, hi, um, listen. I really need you.
Brenda, how can you wear that costume?
Well Kelly, you put one arm through one sleeve, and one through the other.
[to her mother] You told him, didn't you?
Brenda, it's nothing to be embarrassed about.
Dad, I know that. I just didn't want you getting upset over nothing.
I'm not upset!
Well, why not?
Because it...could be a million things!
Like what?
I don't know. Maybe it's...well, an ingrown hair.
An ingrown hair? On my left breast? I sincerely hope not. You know, Mom, this is why I didn't want you to tell him, this is the kind of explanation Brandon would come up with.
What is?
Nothing!
Uh huh...
Does a needle biopsy have anything to do with a needle?
You know what?
Hmm?
You're pretty cute without your glasses on.
[laughs] God! Is that supposed to be some kind of compliment?
No. This is.
[Steve kisses Andrea.]
Hey. You're gonna be just fine.
How do you know that, Brandon?
Cause I'm older. And wiser.
And just how much wisdom did you accumulate in those momentous four minutes?
A small lifetime.
Very small.
Doesn't anyone know any more jokes? Dylan?
None that I could tell here.
[The doorbell rings.]
[Answers the phone] Hello?
Honey, it's the doorbell.
Survival of the fittest, Walsh. It's kill or be killed.
Talking about the jungle or Beverly Hills?
Same difference.
Want a beer?
No, thanks.
[Roger is holding a gun.]
What are you doing with that thing?
Target practice.
Crawford, get your finger out of your nose!
[laughs] He eats 'em too.
Take a lap.
Steve! Steve, what's the problem? He wasn't doing anything.
Yeah he was, he was grossing me out. Last thing we need is a booger-picker playing second base.
You know, the improvement from one week to the next is remarkable.
Oh, yeah. The kids are showing a lot of promise.
But, we still need a pitcher that can put the ball over the plate.
Yeah, but win or lose, the most important thing is how good the kids feel about themselves.
Absolutely.
Totally.
Yeah, I mean, in the long run, that's all that counts.
Absolutely.
Totally.
Are you, uh, going to the school dance?
No, are you?
Uh, no.
Personally, I hate to dance.
You do?
Yeah. I always step on people's toes, I have no sense of rhythm, it's awful.
So, you probably wouldn't want to go even if someone asked you?
I don't know. Would you?
Well, I have fundamental ideological problems with teenage social rituals that basically do nothing but exacerbate fears of total insecurity and inferiority over one's appearance while frenetically exploiting, and I must hasten to add, distorting, the feminine ideal. I mean, in an act which reaches it's apogee with the election of the spring queen.
Was that a yes or a no?
What was the question?
Brandon, don't you think we'd make a great couple?
I guess I don't. It's like...I know you too well or something.
Well what if we were complete strangers?
I'd probably be in love with you.
Can't you fake amnesia or something?
I don't know it just, it...feels like...you're another sister.
That is probably the ugliest thing any guy has ever said to me.
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