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Yes! Nice touch, Dad. Not bad for a dinosaur, huh? That's the shot I hit at the buzzer|to beat Franklin High. All right. What's the score? H- O-R to H-O-R-S. All right, this one's for the money, boy. Let me tell you something. You keep popping them like that,|you're looking at the starting five. - Dad|- Excuse me, Magic, are we planning on|going to school today? Two minutes. Mom, you see?|You see why I need my own car? Brenda. I can't depend on him.|I can't get anywhere on time. And he does it on purpose|just to drive me crazy. Brenda. I've got to get control of my own destiny.|You said so yourself. Yes, but first you need to get|your driver's license, honey. I'm taking driver's training. I know. - Watch it, buddy!|- What are you yelling at? Huh! Guy cuts me off|and then flips me the bird. If you put a move on it,|maybe he wouldn't be honking at you. You are the last person in the world|who should be telling me how to drive. You're always telling me about|how much power Mondale has underneath the hood,|but it's like you're chicken to use it. - What is your problem this morning?|- I just don't want to be late, okay? And I just don't get|why you can't go any faster. Because it's a red light. Oh. So, you're really taking|driver's training again, huh? - Just go, okay? It's green, okay?|- Okay. Kelly! So, Brenda. So, late. So, new? So, cute. So, thanks. So, bye. - Bye.|- Bye. "Bye-yee"?|Did you hear her say "bye-yee"? Face it, Walsh.|Your sister's gone total Beverly Hills. Well, yeah, but "bye-yee"? Yeah, well, goodbye-yee.|"Parting is such sweet sorrow. " Oh, but you are covering|the basketball tryouts today? Actually, I'm trying out for the team. Really? Yeah. Aren't you a little short? Thanks. - How tall is he?|- Dewitt? He's 6'6". He never misses a shot. And Clinton is 6'4".|Plays defense like King Kong. All right, now, let's go. And Andy Walker is better|than both of them combined. And that's James Townson. He's this new young hotshot|who has a chance to crack the starting line-up. It should be a good team this year. This year? Every year.|West Beverly's a perennial powerhouse. We've been league champs|four years in a row. There sure are a lot of guys|in the program. These open tryouts are a joke. Coach Reilly only holds them|to promote school spirit. Everyone knows|he's already set the line-up. Take me, for example.|I started JV last year. He practically told me|I'm practically a lock. But don't quote me on that, because I don't want to come off|as arrogant. Hey, actually, I came down|for the tryouts myself. Aren't you a little short? Down on the track where it counts, where one mistake|can cost you your life, it takes a special breed of person|to handle the curves and keep up with the action. It used to be a man's game, until now. They say she learned to drive|on the icy streets of Minnesota. They say she's a flash in the pan, but whatever they say, the fact remains, Brenda Walsh is changing the way|the game is played. And all over America,|you can hear her fans at the finish line clamor for the new sensation. Brenda Walsh. Brenda Walsh. - Brenda Walsh.|- Walsh, Brenda. Did you remember to bring|your parental consent form, Brenda? Thank you. - Ever taken driver training before?|- No. Not really. Well, sort of. Sort of? Well, I took private lessons|back in St. Paul, but, you see,|I have this slight perceptual problem. Brenda, Brenda,|let me put your mind at rest. What's past is past. In my class, we start with a clean slate. Who cares if you flunked|driver training once before? Twice before. Well, three times,|if you count the first time, but I only lasted 20 minutes. So I don't really think it should count.|Do you, Mr Karton? The first preseason game with|Beverly High is next week, gentlemen. The first cut will be posted|20 minutes after practice. Thank you all for coming out. The least he could do|is call us into scrimmage. Walsh, Brent, Murphy. Rotate in for Lighter, Simpkins|and Mr Walker. Feels awfully right to me. Even if you are overrated. Bonne chance, big guy. - Are you Walsh?|- Yes, sir. That's it, Brenda. Much better. You can go a little faster if you want. Really? Remember, it's 25 in a residential zone,|35 on a commercial street. How do you feel? Like I could do this even if|you weren't sitting right next to me. Oh, you can,|and you will, but be careful. All right. Let's take the big, wide turn. Not too jerky. Very good. Okay, one more time. What do you say we hang back|till the crowd thins out a little bit, huh? Don't be a squid, Walsh.|You got a 50-50 shot of making the cut. You think so? Won't know till we check it out. - I don't believe it.|- There's gotta be some kind of mistake. - Steve.|- What? Hey, I'm sorry. I was hoping|we'd get to play together this season. If you think you're gonna make it|past the next round, you are totally naive. This whole thing is rigged, anyway. - What do you mean rigged?|- Dewitt. Walker. How many of those dudes do you think|live in Beverly Hills? - A big, fat zippo.|- Hey, wait a second. I've been told you can't go|to West Beverly unless you live in the district. Unless you're a major jock. Why do you think we beat|Beverly High last year? Because they play by the rules.|We don't. How do we get around the rules? We put them in this|applied learning opportunity thing. Applied what? It's a special program for minorities,|Brandon, so we can all become|more enriched and diverse. Well, what's wrong with that? Nothing. Nothing at all. Hey, hey, come on, Steve.|I'm new around here. I don't know what's going on. Okay. Okay. You want to know? They say this program is open|to everybody, but the major requirement|is how high you can jump or how fast you can run the 100. After you've been here a while, you just may notice|that these suckers never go to class. The fact is they're getting|a free ride around here, and it makes me sick. You can quote me on that. - I ain't going through no initiation thing.|- Oh, no, don't sweat it. Don't even trip. Hey, Nat. Hey. What are you doing here?|Looking for a free meal? No. Actually I'm looking for|my pay check. Pay check? And all this time I thought|you were working for me out of the goodness of your heart. Unfortunately, my car insurance|costs more than my heart. Welcome to LA.|Give me a few minutes, okay? No problem, Nat. Hey, James. I'm Brandon Walsh. I fed you|a couple of buckets at tryouts today. - Right.|- Yo, James. Out the door. - All right, I gotta jet.|- It's cool. I just wanted to say, you know, good luck, and I hope to be|playing with you this season. Yeah, all right. Dude has no chance|of making the team. You can't let a little competition|get you down. Little? Dad, the starting five|is right out of the land of the giants. You sound as if|making the first cut was a fluke. No. No. It's just, well, like I told you, they recruit a lot of the players|from out of the district. Some of these guys are like pros. What are you psyching yourself out for?|You read Bobby Knight's book. Winning is a state of mind. Bobby who? And if you have the tools and the guts|and the desire, you can meet any challenge|and accomplish any goal. Thanks for dinner, Mom.|The pep talk was inspiring. I heard that. Glad someone did. What's with her? No. What? Hey, Bren, I love you,|you're the better half, but don't fight my battles for me, okay? Brandon, every year it's the same|"winning is a state of mind" speech. The same big shot at the buzzer.|The same rah-rah, rah-rah. It's just Dad being Dad. How can you stand it? It just rolls off my back. It really does. - Bye.|- Bye. "Bye-yee?" Don't worry, mother. We're just going|upstairs to study for our Spanish test. Do we love this nail polish? - So what about tomorrow night?|- You heard my mom. Monday through Thursdays|I'm totally book-bound. So tell her you're going to the library. Kel, I could never pull it off.|I'm the world's worst liar. Please, Brenda.|Look, blind dates aren't my thing either, but Kenny swears his friend|is totally delectable. You said the last time|you went out with Kenny he was weird and obnoxious. He was. Then why would you want to|go out with him again? You are bad. Look, they're getting front-row tickets|to the Janet Jackson concert and renting a limo. It'll be fun.|What do you say? - Can I count on you, amigo?|- It's amiga. You have to use the feminine form|of the noun. Thanks. Where are you going? Where do you think? Ten seconds left on the clock.|The Lakers down by one. Magic, dribbling at the top of the key, swings it over to Vlade.|Six seconds left. Back to Magic,|who kicks it over to Walsh. Walsh, who shoots. At the buzzer.|For the game. Walsh. At the buzzer! For the game! One more time. At the buzzer.|For the game. It's good. It's good.|Walsh does it again! The Lakers win! The Lakers win|the World Championships! Yes! Nice shot, champ. I was really, really sick for a while,|but don't worry, I'm not contagious anymore. That depends on how you look at it. - Hey, Steve. How you doing?|- Okay. You were probably wondering|why you didn't see me around school last week. - Not really.|- I was out with the flu. I didn't notice. Oh, yeah.|The doctor had to put me on antibiotics. And you actually lived|to tell about it, huh? Yep. Amazing. Truly amazing. Well, thanks, Steve.|It's great to be back. I'll see you around. Jordan, how you doing, man? - Hey, Brandon.|- Hey, Steve. How you doing? - All right, how you doing?|- Good. Listen, I almost called you last night. I had an extra ticket|to the Lakers-Celtics game. Oh, man, you should've called me. I know, I'm sorry,|but it was a last-minute kind of thing. So, how was Magic? Magic was magic,|but Bird was unstoppable, and McHale owned the boards. Wait a minute,|I thought you were a Lakers fan. Except when the Celtics come to town. Why, were you born in Boston? No, I'm a Beverly Hills native. So what were you doing|rooting for the Celtics? Us Irish guys have got to stick together.|You know how it is. How what is? Walsh, take care of yourself. - See you.|- See you. And the most rad part is|I designed it to pump 5,000 oscillations at 1.78 per second to compensate|for any surge in the electrical output. So how come it doesn't work? I don't know. Since the shutter is concave|and the condenser is convex, it allows the image to remain balanced. Good work, Brandon. Excellent. - Miss Yamado.|- Oh, hello, James. Did you get a chance|to do the assignment? Now that's what I wanted|to talk to you about. I'm still working on it. - James|- But I'll have it for you Monday. For sure. Really. Okay. I didn't know you were taking tech. Well, I'm enrolled in it,|but you know how it is coming to a new school and all. - What do you have next period?|- Driver's training. - Driver's training?|- It's just a refresher course. Listen, four weeks into the semester,|the guy hasn't shown up once. Doesn't that tell you something? Yeah, it tells me that this James guy|isn't one of your basic overachievers. Well, from what Steve Sanders says,|the applied learning program has been giving preferential treatment|to jocks for years. Look, the fact is, the ALOP|has a great reputation, and, I'm sorry,|Steve Sanders is a spoiled slug who doesn't come close|to being a credible news source. But that doesn't mean there aren't|hundreds of so-called student athletes playing college ball around this country who can't even spell|their own names, okay? And that that kind|of preferential BS treatment starts right here at the high school level. Look, if you think|you have a major story, set up an interview and go for it. Actually, I was hoping you'd run with it. Me, cover sports? Not likely. Come on. I can't write this.|It's a blatant conflict of interest. Only if you make the team,|which rumor has it is something less than a sure thing. But no matter when I write it,|everyone will say it's sour grapes. Well, is it? You don't think it's unfair|they bring a guy in from out of district to play basketball? No comment. No comment? What does that mean? It means I live out of district,|remember? Andrea, this isn't about geography. That's right. It's about race. That is not true. Look, if you don't want to do|the legwork, fine. Just don't put me down|for trying to bring a killer story to print. Okay, okay. Give me a couple of names and maybe I will drop by the ALOP office|and see what I can dig up. Thanks. Driving is a cinch. It is a cinch as long as you stay on your side of the road. Well, I only swerved|when the dog started barking. I thought he was gonna dart out|into the street, until I saw his leash. But you never know what a poodle|is going to do, right? You're doing wonderfully, Brenda.|You truly are. - We're approaching a stop sign.|- I see it. So let's come to a complete stop|this time, behind the crosswalk. No California rolls. Perfect. So do you think I'm ready|to go for my license yet? Pretty soon.|Yield to the car on the right, and then proceed|through the intersection. Oh, looks like Henry Winkler. That's not him. Brenda, you have the right of way. That is Henry Winkler! Brenda! Rebound. Rebound. Set it up. Set it up. Good shot. Come on, hustle back. All right. All right. Good move, Andy. Mid-season form. Hustle back now, hustle back. That's good. Set it up. Set it up. Set it up. Come on. Take it. Come on, man.|Let's play some defense. Get in the game, Walsh. Let's do it, let's do it. Set it up. Set it up. Charging. Hey, watch it. We're down to the final cut. That's what I hear. Coach Reilly told me he was|very impressed with your hustle. And so am I. I've never seen you play|with this kind of intensity. What did you have to go|talk to him for, Dad? He introduced himself to me. What was I supposed to do?|Walk away? Not shake his hand? - No.|- So what's the big deal? I had a meeting down at Century City. Back home I used to watch you practice|all the time. It's no big deal. I'll see you later, okay? Brandon. Don't worry. You play like you did today, you got|a legitimate shot at making the team. Either way, I'm proud of you. James Townson,|is he the kid in your tech class? - Yeah.|- Well, he must be an awfully hot prospect. Why? What'd you find out? According to my source in the ALOP,|there are four guys currently playing varsity basketball|involved with the program. And they say they're doing fairly well. What would you expect them to say? Brandon, will you let me finish? The key thing is, they have no record|of your friend James ever having taken|a reading or math placement test, a basic requirement|for all sophomores on this campus. - I knew it.|- It gets worse. His transcripts from his last school|were somehow never processed. He is the only student in West Beverly|without a grade point average. You're on him, right there. Look, do you want to talk to him,|or should I? I'll do it. James, you got a second? I'll catch up with you later. Listen, Brandon. I lost it out there, and I apologize. You don't deserve this kind of garbage. - Listen|- Just let me say. I saw that little bump-and-run|that Walker laid on you, and I told him it was a cheap shot, but being the new kid on the block,|he's just looking out for me. That's all it is. A lot of people looking out|for you, aren't there, James? I guess they are. Look, I'm the sports editor|on the West Beverly Blaze. - The school paper?|- Yeah. And we have reason to believe|you've been recruited here to play basketball in exchange|for certain special privileges. - Say what?|- Come on, James. You live out of district.|You never go to class, and I understand your transcript|doesn't show any prior grades or test scores|or anything to indicate that you even have the minimum|requirements to be at this school, or any school, for that matter. Who gave you the right|to be poking around with my records? - That's not the issue.|- It is too the issue! If I was white,|you wouldn't be doing this! I don't care if you're white or black.|You shouldn't be here on a free pass. Yeah, right. The truth is going to come out, James. Goodbye, Kelly. Kelly, goodbye. I'm gone. I went. Goodbye. Kelly, call me. Bye. She is so nuts, that girl. Because Mom and Dad are going out|tonight, she thinks I should sneak out on this blind date with her|and a guy she just met. Brenda. Don't do it.|You know you'll only get caught. Brandon, I'm not a fool. Although they are renting a limo. Hey, do you want half, or what? No, thanks.|I'm just gonna grab something later. Be careful up there. Dad just found|his yearbook in the garage. Again. Kennedy was a lug of lard,|but he made a fortune in real estate. He must've had something on the ball. O'Brien had a nice touch|for a role player. I had my moments, especially when I nailed that shot|at the buzzer to beat Franklin. We weren't a gifted bunch, but together|we pulled off a championship season. Teamwork, that's the key, Brandon.|That's what you have to strive for. You rush me|to get me out of the door by 7:15, you're not even dressed yet. How did it get to be so late? Time flies when you're double-dribbling|down memory lane. - Hey, you look real nice, Mom.|- I'm glad someone noticed. What time are you gonna be|home tonight? I don't know. I got the late shift. The final day of tryouts is tomorrow|and you're working the late shift? Well, if you'd pay|my car insurance, Dad, I'd happily take an early retirement. If you make the team tomorrow,|maybe we'll talk about it. Really? - Absolutely.|- Jim! Well, that's bribery. A little incentive program|never hurt anybody. Besides, in my humble opinion,|I've always felt student athletes deserve a little bonus|for putting in all those extra hours. Do yourself a favor. From now on, do not,|under any circumstances, listen to anything that man has to say|about anything. Do you hear me? Brandon? Hello. - Rescue me.|- Where are you? In hell. It's not funny. Janet Jackson has laryngitis.|Kenny is drunk. And you have to come and get me. Why do I have to? Because,|if you would've gone out with us, Kenny wouldn't have puked|all over the limo. Gross. Molto gross.|How soon can you be here? Kelly, come on. Can't you take a cab? I am hanging up now. Have a nice life. How can you ask me to pick you up? You know I don't have|a California driver's license. But you're a good driver, right? That is what you said, right? - Well, yeah.|- So? So Brandon took his bike to work.|I guess I can borrow Mondale. You guys have a driver? No. Mondale's the name of his car.|It's for Walter Mondale. He ran for president against Reagan. - From Minnesota.|- Look, whatever. Look, if you took the car out right now,|you'd be back in 10 minutes max. Kelly, I don't know. Come on.|Brandon will never know the difference. Please. You're my best friend. - I am?|- Please? Honk if you're obnoxious! You creep! Just forget him. Just forget him. You're doing fine.|You're doing finer than fine. You're fine. Oh, where the hell is Doheny? Okay, come on, Brenda. Come on.|Don't lose it, baby. You're doing great.|Everything's under control. I mean, you know how to drive.|You're a good driver. You're a great driver.|You're a terrific driver. You're Out of gas? Hi. How's it going? Bad and getting worse.|My car ran out of gas. Actually, it's my brother's car. - It happens.|- Mostly to me. I've been driving around|for the past 20 minutes trying to get to Doheny and Melrose. Two dollars for the deposit. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. You don't have your wallet. I am so bummed. These things happen. - So bummed.|- They happen. It's in my other jacket.|I promise. I swear. It's okay. Things happen. Look, I'll pay you back|first thing tomorrow. I promise I will. Where's your car parked? I swear the car was right here|15 minutes ago! I swear it was. You sure this is where you left it? My brother is going to kill me. Just tell him things happen. You see, with mayonnaise|you can't be too specific, okay? Iceberg lettuce, Romaine lettuce,|red-leaf lettuce. You can put on as much as you want,|as long as it's fresh and crunchy. But mayonnaise is an acquired taste. Nat And, you know, if you put too much in,|it's too soggy. Too little, it's too dry. And then when you factor in the mustard|and the luncheon meats, well, you can see it takes|years of practice to get it right. That's why I was hoping we could start|practicing tomorrow night. What, are you in a hurry? I got to get these books|back to the library before they start costing me. I knew there was a reason I hired you.|Get out of here. - Thanks, Nat.|- See you tomorrow. All right. He's nice. What are you doing here? I don't have to justify myself to you. Hey, I just asked a simple question. No, it's not simple at all.|What you are really asking is, "How come a dumb black jock|who can't read and who " - Hey, I never said that, James.|- Right. If you just would answer my questions about the Applied Learning|Opportunity Program. How the hell should I know about the|learning program? I'm not a part of it! You weren't recruited here|to play basketball? That's right. But you don't live in the district, do you? Caught me red-handed. I just want to know|how you got permission to go to school in the district. I don't need permission. My father has worked for the|Beverly Hills City Library for 15 years! And that gives me as much right|to be here as anyone. - Hold it down, please. It's a library.|- Including you. So the reason the ALOP office|didn't have your records is because you're not part|of their program? I already told you. I'm here|because my father earned the right for me to be here, not because|I was recruited or because I want to be. - I don't know what to say.|- Then why don't you try saying nothing? See, I was getting by fine in Inglewood, when my parents decided it was time|to upgrade my education four weeks into the semester! Making me have to play|catch-up from the get-go. - Sounds like what happened to me.|- Yeah, right. That's why your old man|tried to suck up to the coach. Hey, that's not what went down at all! I love it! You rich white boys,|you get the world handed to you, no strings attached, and you honestly|think that's how it is for everyone. Excuse me, I don't know whose|bank account you've been looking at, but I am not rich. Yeah, but you're white, and that's why your first impulse|was to think, "Hey, he's gotta be dumb "or a rap singer or in a gang|or smoking crack" or whatever stereotype fits your fears. But that's your problem.|That's not my problem. So what if I need a little extra help|adjusting to life at the almighty West Beverly High School? So what if I use my God-given talent|to get me into the college of my choice? I ain't got nothing to hide,|got nothing to be ashamed of and nothing more to say to you. - Mom?|- Brandon. We called you at work,|but you'd already left. What's the matter? Your car has been stolen. Mondale's been stolen? How did that happen? It was a professional wiring job.|We've seen it before. They must've come|right up the driveway. Why would anyone in Beverly Hills|wanna steal a '78 bomber? Once you cross the border,|a power engine in good condition can bring three times its market value. My engine was in mint condition. I'm so sorry, Brandon. We're all sorry, but the best thing you can do now, son,|is to put it to bed and give it our best shot tomorrow, huh? What if I don't give it|my best shot tomorrow, Dad? Like I already said,|if you don't make the team, the sun still shines, the moon still No, I mean what if I don't even|try out tomorrow? What if I just quit the team right now? Brandon, what's the matter?|We'll find you a different car. - Who said I wanted a different car?|- I just assumed That's right. You assumed. You assumed I wanted a different car. You assumed I wanted|to play high school basketball. You assumed I wanted to move|to Beverly Hills. But you never came out and asked me. You just jumped|to your own conclusions, 'cause that's what you wanted|to believe. Well, guess again. How can you say I push him too hard? I'm not overcritical or overbearing. But you don't take a low profile, either. Okay, maybe I prod him a little, but that's because Brandon|is a natural athlete. He's much better than I ever was. All he needs is a little motivation. And a little space and the room to fail and the freedom to be his own person. Okay, yeah.|Maybe he could use a little of that, too. Brandon. When they came up the driveway|to steal the car, how come you didn't hear anything? How could you take my car|without asking me? Kelly was in such dire straits,|I didn't even stop to think about it. Well, that's the way it's been ever since|we moved to Beverly Hills, Bren. You're not stopping and thinking about|anyone or anything, except for Kelly and her little inner circle,|and you know what? It's getting real boring. Brandon, you're right. You are.|And I'm going to pay you back. I promise, I'll do anything you want. Just don't tell Mom. Please. Don't tell her what?|That you took my car, or that you lied to her about it? How was I supposed to know|Mondale was running out of gas? You check the gas gauge,|like any qualified driver. You get in the car.|You put on your seatbelt. You adjust the mirror.|You check the gas gauge! Brandon, that's it! What's it? It's because|of Debbie Dillman's mother. - Excuse me?|- Don't you remember? We were in the back seat|when she rammed into that tree, and we couldn't go over and play|at Debbie's all summer long because her mother was in a body cast. That's why I'm great at everything I do|but driving. Brenda, that was 11 years ago. Get over it. Hey, Brandon. I'm sorry. I know how much|making the team means to you. Well, to tell you the truth, Brenda, I got a lot of things|on my mind right now. A lot of things. Hey, you mind if I shoot a round|with you? It's a free country. I thought the gym would be empty|this early. It usually is. You have a nice touch. Thanks. Listen, I thought a lot|about what was said last night, and I can't pretend that|in my mind you weren't guilty, not because you're black, but so I'd have a better shot|at making the team. I mean, growing up in Minnesota, racial relations just wasn't something|I thought about or had to deal with so much. Hey, I got news for you. There aren't too many cowboys riding|herd in downtown Inglewood, either. Yeah, but that's just it. I'm not a cowboy|and you're not a gangbanger crackhead. We're just two guys|from the same school battling for the same spot|on the same team. Coach Reilly's probably only|going to take one of us, you know. Well, the smart money's on you. Not necessarily.|Not the way you play defense. You want to go one-on-one? Yeah, sure. Brandon, you didn't have to apologize|for wanting this as bad as I do. I know. You take it out. Brenda, you're early. I need to talk to you about|driver's training experience, Mr Karton. When I struck Henry Winkler|the other day, it struck me that maybe emotionally I'm incapable of ever learning|how to drive. Brenda, a new driver is only|as good as his, or her, instructor. - You really think so?|- Absolutely. And I assure you|it is only a matter of time before you find a different teacher|with great reflexes and a profound death wish. So, you think that|I should drop the course, huh? Or consider some alternative form|of transportation, like walking. How about instead we walk over|to the driver's training parking lot and give those reflexes a workout? Miss Yamado finally got|my laser-phaser to work. Yeah? What'd she do? She plugged it in. I'm not too mortified. What do you mean,|"Trust me, there's no story there"? What did James say|when you confronted him? He said I shouldn't be afraid|to pop from the perimeter. Hey, Minnesota. Hey, Andy. Don't let those suckers intimidate you,|Brandon. This is our school, not theirs. Only in your mind, Steve. An outdoor barbecue in October.|I love it. - You want chicken or steak?|- Whatever's easy. You were on the road|early this morning. Yeah, I couldn't sleep much last night. How'd it go? Well, it came down to me|and this guy named James. Good guy. Anyway, the Coach thinks I could use|a year on the B team under my belt. All right. Makes sense. I'm sorry, Dad. What for? Getting some quality playing time|is much better than riding the bench. Yeah, but it's not like nailing a shot|at the buzzer in front of the whole school. Brandon, the shot I made|to beat Franklin was a fluke. It was a glorious fluke. But the only reason Coach Yoring|put me in was because everyone else|had already fouled out. It was either that or we would've had|to forfeit the game. So much for your old man's glory days. Yeah, well, you still have|a fairly decent shot for a dinosaur. This dinosaur is going|to kick your butt in Horse. - Two out of three.|- I'm up for it. Brandon, it's Mondale! I never thought I'd see this puppy again. Neither did I. I am so happy, you don't know. It's the screwiest thing.|Seems one of our trucks towed it over to the impound lot last night. Well, the important thing is|that it's back and in one piece and everything's great. Well, you're just lucky|the perps weren't Phi Beta Kappa. They abandoned the car|right in the middle of the intersection. It takes all kinds. Even left the keys right in the ignition. Brenda, isn't that your key chain?
