- I need my dryer.
- Hey.
Don't you ever knock?
And it's not your dryer.
Your dryer is broken.
If the lecture's over,
I'd like to use the dryer now.
- It's getting late.
- All right, this is the last time.
You get an allowance,
buy one of your own.
You're so sweet.
- Sisters, boy, are they weird.
- I'm weird?
At least I don't stand
in front of the mirror on a box
pretending I'm in the NBA.
You know, Jonathan,
of all the assignments,
my favourite is coaching.
I'm glad to hear it.
Did the boss tell you what sport it is?
Is it baseball?
I was a pretty fine first baseman
over at the academy.
I don't think they had this sport
at the academy.
No? What sport is it?
- It's volleyball.
- Volleyball?
Volleyball.
Come on, that's a girl's sport.
Yeah, you're replacing
the girls' coach.
Girls? I can't coach girls.
- Why not?
- Because I'm used to guys, that's why.
Girls, you gotta worry all the time
they're gonna hurt themselves.
They're kind of wimpy, you know.
Mark, I think these girls
might surprise you.
Oh, I doubt it.
I don't have to worry
about your vote, do I, Kate?
What are you
running for now, Richard?
What else? Prom king.
- I'll probably be taking Melanie.
- Of course.
She is the prettiest girl in school.
She also thinks
you're about as exciting
as the soundtrack
of an underwater ballet.
- Hi, Sammy.
- How's my favourite volleyball player?
Sammy, why don't you go pick
on someone your own size?
Like that drinking fountain
over there.
Come on, Sammy.
We'll be late for class.
Let's face it, Melanie,
you and I together
have king and queen locked up.
- Richard.
- I've got to know by tonight, Melanie,
so I can get a limo
to match your dress.
I'm not sure, Richard.
I told you, Mel,
Danny's not going to prom.
He's working that night.
- Hi, Danny.
- Hey, Mel, Richard.
How's the job going?
It's pretty good, if you like pizza.
I thought I might stop by tonight
after practise.
Oh, Mel, it gets pretty busy.
Why don't I call you from work?
Sure, sure.
I'll see you later.
I'll be waiting by the phone.
Now, class,
it's time for our poetry lesson.
Notes, class. We must have notes.
There must be lots of notes.
I wish I was a fish, I wish I was bass
I'd climb up all the leafy trees
Slide down on my hands and knees
Fooled you, didn't I?
Notes, class.
Where are those pencils, class?
Pencils. We must see pencils.
Roses are red, violets are blue
I'm a schizophrenic, and so am I
Laughs, class. I want laughs, class.
Excuse me, I thought I was the one
who was supposed to be
standing up in front of the class.
You're the standup teacher,
I'm the standup comic.
Well, for the next minutes,
you're gonna be the sit-down mime.
Yes, sir.
All right, class,
my name's Jonathan Smith.
And I'll be your history teacher
for the next few days.
Yeah.
Mr. Smith,
my name is Richard Davies.
And I'm senior class president.
- Congratulations.
- Why, thank you.
I don't know if you're aware of it, but
senior class prom is this weekend.
And as senior class president,
I would like to invite everyone
over to my house this Sunday
for an after-prom swim.
And don't forget to vote
for prom king.
If you've finished
your campaign speech, Mr. Davies,
I'd like to get on with the class.
Oh, yeah.
By all means, please continue.
Very kind of you.
A philosopher said
those who don't learn
from the mistakes of history
are bound to repeat them.
On a more personal level,
you all have families with a history.
And so your essay due this Monday
will be to write your family's history.
You can start
with your grandparents.
Where they came from,
what kind of work they did.
What they were like
and what you learned from them.
All right, listen up.
We'll split into teams,
do a little scrimmage.
Marian's not here yet, coach.
They need a front liner.
Well, I'll fill in for her
till she gets here.
I'll play at half-speed
so nobody gets hurt.
I'm sorry, coach.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
- You sure?
- I'm fine.
- I'm really sorry.
- It's all right, I'm fine, I'm fine.
- Can I do anything?
- No, no, I'm fine.
- You. Are you Marian?
- Yeah.
That's good, that's good.
Why don't you get in the game here.
We don't want to break up the teams,
you know?
You all go on and scrimmage,
you know, I'll be right back.
You're a fool not to go with Richard.
He'll take you to the best restaurant,
give you the most expensive corsage,
and besides,
you'll probably win queen.
- I know, but--
- But what?
If Danny were gonna ask you,
wouldn't he have done it already?
Richard wants to know what colour
dress I'm gonna wear to the prom
so he can get a limo to match.
Why don't you wear that red one
from homecoming?
- Well, maybe, if I can make it--
- You can't wear the same dress.
The dress is dead.
Well, not everyone can afford to spend
$ on a new prom dress, Nicole.
Not everybody needs a new dress.
- Nicole.
- I was just kidding.
Why don't you ask Sammy?
He worships the ground you walk on.
Stifle it, Nicole.
And besides,
you might just have some fun
as long as he doesn't ask you
to dance.
- Okay, come on, let's practise, okay?
- Okay.
Hey, Kate.
You're looking good.
Hey, Sammy.
- It's broken.
- I don't think so.
Jonathan, it is broken.
Look how swollen it is.
It's always that size.
Jonathan, it is my nose,
I say it's broken.
- It can't be.
- Why not?
Because they're just girls.
Kind of wimpy, you know.
Cute, Jonathan. Cute.
What's the problem, Danny?
You used to eat like a horse.
I'm not very hungry, Dad.
Too much leftover pizza.
You shouldn't eat so much
of that stuff anyway, Danny.
It's bad for your cholesterol levels.
This country was not built
on hardened arteries.
You know why he's not hungry,
don't you?
Because the prom is this Friday
and he can't afford to go,
because his old man is out of a job.
Isn't that it, son?
- No, Dad, I-
- Then eat.
Come on, Pete.
You'll be back at work soon.
I know it.
Yeah, you know it. I know it.
The company knows it.
Too bad my creditors don't know it.
Well, they'll just have to wait.
That's not what you said last week,
when you told me
about that opening at Bill's gas station.
You've always done such
a great job on our cars, I just thought--
Yeah, you just thought that if
I went to work on the neighbours' cars,
that all of our problems
would be solved.
Well, I hate to disappoint you, Marie,
I did not get a degree in engineering so
that I could become a grease monkey.
I said I was sorry.
Twenty years working on the most
sophisticated airplanes in the world.
And she wants me
to change mufflers for $ . an hour.
And even that wouldn't begin to pay
the interest on this place.
I didn't want to go
to the prom anyway, Dad.
Besides, Melanie
is going with Richard Davies.
You're not good enough to go with her
now that your old man is out of work.
- Is that it?
- She doesn't even--
May I be excused?
I have to get back to work.
Go ahead, dear.
- It's open.
- You busy?
Our new teacher wants us to write
a paper about our family's history.
Interesting assignment.
You looked so pretty
at that homecoming dance.
Mom, I'm not going.
You could always ask Johnny Bass.
I know, I know he's just a junior,
but--
But he's -feet- and the only tall boy
in school that doesn't have a date.
I was just trying
to be helpful, darling.
It's a night you'll always remember.
Then it's one memory I won't have to
worry about, because I'm not going.
There's nothing I can say
that will make you change your mind?
Nothing.
Mom, I really have to write
this paper, okay?
Okay.
Stretch.
Stretch, stretch.
I can't believe it, I've shrunk. Hey!
Sorry, you want to come with us
to the movies?
I can't, sis. I'm auditioning
at the Laugh Track tonight.
I thought you auditioned there
last week.
- Practise makes perfect.
- Could I borrow $ ?
You're lucky
I'm not going to the prom.
Justine says it's bad luck
not to go to your prom.
It's bad luck not to go
to your wedding.
- It's okay luck not to go to your prom.
- See you.
A guy walks into the psychiatrist's
office
and says, "I'm schizophrenic."
The psychiatrist says,
"That makes four of us."
Speaking of doctors,
a guy walks into the doctor's office
with a frog on his head.
The doctor says,
"Where did you get that?"
The frog says,
"It started as a wart on my behind."
- Control yourself, Mr. Hazen.
- You're getting better, kid.
- But not better enough?
- I didn't say that.
- So when do I start?
- I'll call you.
- Right, and the cheque is in the mail.
- The next opening, I'll call you.
- You promise?
- I said I'd call you, I'll call you.
Hey, you won't regret it, Mr. Hazen.
I've got star written all over me.
Just make sure you wash it off, kid.
You know,
considering you weren't hungry,
you did a pretty good job
on the pizza.
Large pizzas
are not as big as they used to be.
- Oh, really?
- I'm serious, Jonathan.
They used to be that big.
Can I get you
anything else, Mr. Smith?
No, thanks, Danny.
Just the cheque, please.
Danny, don't you think pizzas
have shrunk in the last few years?
I've only been here
a couple of months.
But they've been the same size
since I got here.
Hey, Danny boy,
you got change for a buck?
Thanks, pal. I've got to call Melanie.
Melanie, how you doing, beautiful?
Just checking in
about the you-know-what.
Blue, now, that's a great colour.
Matches my eyes. I can't wait.
Hold on. I think someone
wants to talk to you.
Is there something
you want to say to Melanie?
I guess he doesn't.
Hey, I'll see you tomorrow, babe.
Your cheque.
Yeah. Keep the change, boy.
All right, Danny. That's enough.
Hey, what are you doing?
You can't punch customers out
like that.
Not in my restaurant.
Look, you get a job somewhere else.
Maybe you sell peanuts at a hockey
match. Their customers like to fight.
Come on,
they had a little disagreement.
I mean nobody got hurt.
First you tell me
my large pizza's small.
Now you're telling me
I can't fire my own waiter.
Since when did you buy my business?
How come I don't know about it?
Hey, come on,
give the kids a break, will you?
- For crying out loud.
- Forget it, coach.
Hi, Mel.
I waited for you to call.
I know. I wanted to, but--
- I'm going to the prom with Richard.
- I know.
I wanted to go with you, Danny,
but the way you've been acting
the last month...
I'm sorry, Mel.
I hope you have a good time.
What?
Hey, Kate never touched the net.
Is that why it's still moving?
- I am talking to the ref, okay?
- So am I, okay?
Why don't you leave
that big fat hoot of yours out of this.
If you two are done, the call stands.
Side out, Marion High.
It's all right, coach. We'll get it back.
- Yeah, don't let her get to you, coach.
- Come on, girls, let's suck it up.
Go, team!
Push one, girls. Then it's ours.
- Let's go, Lions.
- Let's go.
Eat them up, Kate.
- Yeah.
- It's good, good, good.
All right.
- Yes.
- All right, all right.
Look, before you hit the showers,
I want you to know something.
I think you played a great game.
I know I'm not much of a coach,
but I gotta tell you,
I know a good volleyball team
when I see one.
Don't worry, coach,
we'll get them in the playoffs.
Yeah, let's hear it
for Coach Gordon.
Hip, hip, hooray!
Hip, hip, hooray! Hip, hip, hooray!
Hey, Sammy,
aren't you helping out today?
In a minute, Darlene, I'm trying
to digest our volleyball defeat.
Hey, those decorations
are starting to look good.
Well, there's only one senior prom,
or so they tell me.
- What's wrong, you're not going?
- It's not looking good.
I thought you were fond of Kate.
- You noticed, huh?
- Yeah, why don't you ask her?
That should be obvious, Mr. Smith.
I'm barely -feet- .
She's almost feet.
I'd need a stepladder to kiss her.
Besides the clown
never gets the girl.
Well, do you always
have to be the clown?
When you're my height
you don't have a lot of choices.
Come on now, when was the last time
you tried to be anything else?
She'd never go with me.
How are you gonna know
unless you try?
Believe me, Mr. Smith, I've been
friends with Kate for six years,
ever since we rode bikes together
to junior high.
She had a boy's bike,
I had a girl's bike.
She had to wait for me
at all the signals.
But she waited.
Yeah, she always waited.
I still think you ought to ask her.
I appreciate your interest,
but she won't go out with me.
Besides, I barely know
how to dance.
Well, that's no problem,
all you need is a dance coach.
- Right, a dance coach.
- Yeah.
If I were you, I'd talk to Mr. Gordon.
I think he's the man to help you.
I told your mother
I'd help with the housework.
Aren't you supposed to be
at the pizza parlour?
- I'm not working there anymore.
- What?
I got fired last night for fighting.
Fighting?
Who were you fighting with?
- A customer.
- A customer?
What's the matter with you?
Did I raise a complete numbskull?
After I change,
I'm going down to the Club Sport.
They need another stock boy.
Don't worry,
I'll still bring in my $ . an hour.
Mr. Briggs, I'm Jonathan Smith,
Danny's history teacher.
- I found his notebook in the hall.
- Oh, thanks.
He's in his room changing.
I'll give it to him.
- How's Danny doing in school?
- He's doing all right, so far.
Of course, it's not easy
when you work five hours a day
and still keep up with your studies.
Tell me about it.
How do you think I got through
engineering school?
By working nights
as a janitor, that's how.
After years building jets,
they lay me off.
Now I'm back housecleaning
and my wife's working.
I'm sorry to hear that.
That must be hard on you.
You're darn right it is.
Not that anybody around here cares.
My wife wants me to go to work
at the corner gas station,
tuning up the neighbours' Mercedes.
I guess when things are rough,
you have to do what you have to do.
Well, I don't have to work
at a gas station,
wiping windshields
for people I used to play golf with.
I didn't say you did.
I better be going.
I hope things work out for you.
Look, don't give me
that schoolteacher condescension.
I'll tell you something, Mr. Smith.
You don't buy a house like this
by taking summers off.
The mortgage payments alone
would bring you to your knees.
The trouble with all of you.
None of you understand
how much pressure I'm under.
- I think your son does.
- What?
I was in the pizza parlour last night
when he got into a fight
with Richard Davies over the prom.
He spent this morning in my classroom
just staring off into space.
This afternoon,
he walks down the hall
and drops his notebook,
doesn't even notice it.
No, sir, I think your son feels
just as much pressure as you do.
Good luck.
One of your teachers
brought this by for you.
Thanks, Dad.
I don't know
how much you just heard--
I gotta go, Dad.
- Hi, Mr. Gordon.
- Hey, Sammy, how you doing?
How did practise go today?
It was good. I just wish
I was a better coach, you know.
I'm afraid volleyball is not my game.
- How about dancing?
- What?
Well, I need some coaching,
and Mr. Smith said
you might be able to help me out.
You gotta be kidding me. You want me
to teach you how to dance?
Yeah, my prom's this weekend
and I don't wanna look
any more ridiculous than I have to.
Sammy,
I cannot teach you how to dance.
I don't know
what Jonathan was thinking,
but I haven't danced in years.
Mr. Smith said
it was like riding a bicycle.
- Once you learn, you never forget.
- He did?
All right, I'll give it my best sh*t.
- When do you want to start?
- Right now, if that's okay.
There's only a few days
till the prom.
Well, look,
I can't teach you without music.
Got you covered.
Well, put on a slow one.
I don't do that jerking around stuff.
Oh, yeah, see the great thing
about these slow ones,
you can get away with m*rder,
especially if the floor is crowded.
Come on, let's go. Here we go.
No, wait a minute, you lead. All right?
There, there you go.
Now just pretend that this
whole floor is crowded, right?
And you just start
listening to the music.
You start moving a little bit like that.
Just nothing fancy,
just slow and easy.
- Good, good.
- Like this?
Wait, wait, wait, loosen up.
See you're too stiff.
Here, loosen up.
Loosen up your neck.
Loosen that up, all right.
- You feeling loose?
- Yeah.
All right, let's start again.
Here we go, nice and easy.
Nice and loose.
Now, remember,
you gotta be in control
- so she knows where you're going.
- Right.
Good, good, huh?
Now we are ready
for some of that Fred and Ginger stuff.
- Yeah.
- Turn around.
- Here we go.
- Hey, this is fun.
Ain't this fun?
You two make a cute couple.
I swear to God...
Oh, great, just great.
Thank you, Jonathan.
Thank you.
Telephone.
No wonder you couldn't hear me.
Who is it?
I think he said his name was Hazel.
Hazen. It's Mr. Hazen.
This is it, this is it.
This has gotta be it.
- Mr. Hazen.
- Yeah, kid, you got a spot this Friday.
This Friday.
Oh, but my prom's this Friday
and I already rented a tux
and everything.
You want to be a comedian
or a teenager?
- Can't I be both?
- Not in show business, kid.
- I'll see you Friday.
- Mr. Hazen.
- Good evening, Miss Burke.
- Hi, Sammy.
I thought you told me
you were allergic to libraries.
Libraries are all right,
it's the books that bother me.
I see you didn't bring any.
No. Actually, I'm here to talk to Kate.
I was hoping--
She doesn't have a date
for the prom yet, does she?
As of minutes ago, she didn't.
- How are you doing, Sammy?
- Hi, Mr. Smith.
- Hi, Kate.
- What's wrong with Richard?
What's right with him?
- I thought you didn't like libraries.
- Oh, I don't.
- But this is kind of a special occasion.
- It is?
Kate, I had a long talk
with Mr. Smith this afternoon
and it got me thinking about history.
It did?
Did you know that Napoleon
was only -feet-
and his wife, Josephine,
was three inches taller?
And there's Dudley Moore,
he's shorter than me,
and Susan Anton is taller than you,
and they almost got married.
I mean, look,
I'm not that much shorter than you.
I think I've grown a lot this last year.
Sammy, what are you talking about?
I'm talking about the prom.
Will you go with me?
I already rented the tux.
But I don't want you
to feel any pressure.
You know how much
I like you, Sammy.
- How much?
- Excuse me, Sammy.
Oh, Sammy, I think your
elevator socks may be shedding.
Forget I asked.
Mr. Smith.
- Hey, weren't you back in the library?
- You left kind of fast, Sammy.
- I didn't have much choice.
- Why, what did she say?
She said something like
she liked me, but...
- But what?
- But who cares?
I knew what she was gonna say.
The way she looked at me
when that creep Davies came over.
I don't know why I ever thought
she'd go with me.
Come on, you're not gonna give up
because of somebody
like Richard Davies, are you?
Not because of him,
because, like a friend of mine said,
you're either a comedian
or a teenager.
Well, I'm through being a teenager.
See you, Mr. Smith.
- Looks great doesn't it?
- I suppose.
I wish the net was up,
I wanted to work on my spikes.
Is that all you think about?
Volleyball?
Why not? It's all I have.
You sound like your friend Sammy.
He has to be a clown
because he's too short.
And you have to play volleyball
because you're too tall.
You have barely started out in life,
you've already set more limitations
for yourselves than society ever would.
Sammy doesn't have to
limit himself.
He can be anything he wants to be.
Yeah, except your date at the prom.
If I went with him,
people would laugh at us.
Mutt and Jeff.
I can already hear
Richard Davies talking.
Nobody laughed
at your mom and dad.
What are you talking about?
Your mom was taller than your dad,
nobody laughed at them at the prom.
As a matter of fact,
they won king and queen.
Dad wasn't shorter than my mom,
he was taller.
Well, not according to this.
The Lincoln High Yearbook
from years ago.
Take a look at the picture.
I found it in the library.
They make a cute couple,
don't they?
He d*ed when I was ,
but I remember him as being tall.
He wouldn't be the first kid to sprout up
after he got out of high school.
Of course, I don't think it bothered
your mother one way or the other.
If height meant everything, you'd
all be in love with Andre the Giant.
- You just don't understand.
- I think I do.
You tell me you don't wanna go
to the prom with Sammy
because he's too short.
The fact is you don't wanna go with
him because you think you're too tall.
- I am too tall.
- It's only in your mind.
You're a lovely girl, Kate,
who remembers herself
as a gangly -year-old,
who was a head taller than the boys.
You think you ought to
put the tough times behind you
and get on with your life?
As far as Richard Davies
laughing at you,
who cares
if a yo-yo like that laughs?
You know, you're right.
I wonder if Sammy
still wants to go with me?
All you can do is ask him.
Yeah.
See you.
Oh, and thanks.
What will it be?
- Fill it up with unleaded.
- Yes, sir.
- Want me to get the windshield?
- Yeah.
Mr. Briggs?
- When did you start working here?
- I started today.
You gotta be kidding.
- What do you mean?
- Well, nothing.
It's just that, you're not working
at the aircraft plant anymore?
- Nope.
- How come?
Well, I decided it's never too late in life
to try something more challenging.
Challenging?
Now, if the questions are over,
I'll get to the windshield.
Oh, yeah, sure, go right ahead.
Where did Dad go today?
I don't know.
He wasn't here when I came home.
- How's your new job?
- It's okay.
Okay, Danny,
the car's all gassed up and ready to go.
Dad, you didn't have to take
that lousy gas-station job.
Listen, when you're out of work,
no job's a lousy job.
Besides I didn't take it
because I've given up hope
of getting my old job back.
I took it because
I care about you very much
and I'll do whatever I have to do
to support this family.
No matter what anybody thinks
or anybody says.
Now, come on, get dressed.
The prom will be starting soon.
I can't go, I don't have a date.
If I knew that my best girl
was gonna be there,
I wouldn't miss a chance
for a dance or two.
Get going.
Danny.
If you see Mr. Smith at the prom,
give him a message for me.
- Sure.
- Tell him--
Tell him if his car breaks down
in the near future,
to bring it into Bill's,
I'll take good care of him.
I'll tell him, Dad.
I love you, you know that?
Yeah, well, you were always a sucker
for a man in uniform.
Come on,
what's the matter with you?
This is your big break tonight.
Who cares about a prom,
that's kids' stuff, right?
You'll knock them dead tonight.
- Sammy, Kate wants to talk to you.
- Why does she keep calling?
Tell her I'm late.
I gotta get to the club.
- Sammy.
- Mom, please.
She's only been calling to say
she's sorry, can we still be friends?
I don't need people
feeling sorry for me.
I don't feel sorry for you.
Kate, I thought
you were on the phone.
I tried the phone,
but you wouldn't answer.
Yeah? Well, look, I understand--
No, you don't.
I wasn't feeling sorry for you.
I was feeling sorry for myself.
- For what?
- For being too tall, that's what.
Well, I don't know about you,
but I'm tired of worrying
about my height.
And I'm not gonna do it anymore.
Now, you want to go
to the prom, or not?
Yeah. Yeah, I do.
Me too. Let's go.
- Hey, can you give me a minute?
- Why?
I gotta take some socks
out of my shoes.
Stop it.
- How you doing tonight, Mr. Smith?
- Just fine, Richard.
- Melanie, you look lovely.
- Thank you.
- Well, what about me?
- You look lovely too.
That Mr. Smith,
he's a funny guy, isn't he?
"You look lovely too."
- Hi, Nicole.
- Love the tux, coach.
- Who's your friend?
- This is Brad.
He came down from Hampton School
to take me to the prom.
Hey, coach, how's it going?
Listen, he may have brought you,
but he's not gonna take you home.
I'm calling this bozo a cab.
Listen, son, the next time
somebody asks you out,
I hope you know how to behave.
- Now let's go.
- Hey, suppose I don't wanna go?
- What?
- Suppose I don't wanna go?
- What are you gonna do about it?
- Oh, son, you don't wanna know.
Let's go.
Get your little friend in a cab?
Yeah, his old man
ought to pinch his head off.
Hey, coach. Hey, Mr. Smith.
- Hey, you two look great tonight.
- Boy, they sure do.
- Thanks, I'll save you a dance.
- Only if I lead.
Have a good time.
It was so humiliating. I don't know
why I asked Brad in the first place.
I don't believe it.
Will you look what's coming.
Will you look at that dress?
- Look at that cake, isn't that great?
- It's terrific.
- Kate, where did you get that dress?
- My mother made it.
Oh, well, it certainly is different.
She means you never looked better.
You don't look
too bad yourself, Sammy.
Are you wearing
your elevator socks tonight?
As a matter of fact, I am.
Are you wearing
your mother's underwear tonight?
Come on, Kate, let's dance.
Does that look silly,
or does that look silly?
Oh, Richard, some people don't care
what other people think.
I know, isn't it wonderful?
Excuse me.
- Danny, glad you could make it.
- Yeah, me too.
- Is Melanie here yet?
- Yeah, I saw her a few minutes ago.
There she is, over by the buffet.
Well, I guess I'll go over
and say hello.
Good luck.
Oh, Mr. Smith,
my dad wants you to know
that if you ever have any car trouble,
he's working at Bill's gas station.
- He'll take good care of you.
- Tell him thanks for me.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Where's your date?
I don't know,
he's campaigning, I think.
- Where's yours?
- I came alone.
I thought you had to work tonight.
Yeah, well, I didn't.
I sort of made that up.
That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.
These last few months,
I've been acting a little strange.
- A lot strange.
- Right, a lot strange.
- You see, my dad--
- Hey, Danny boy.
Fancy meeting you here.
You know, you'll never guess who I ran
into this afternoon at the gas station.
Your old man.
Gee, it must be quite a comedown.
One day building jets
and the next day pumping gas.
That's what I've been trying to tell you.
My dad got laid off.
He's been working at a gas station
until his company gets a new contract.
He was working too. My windshields
have never been cleaner.
Hey, if he ever needs
a recommendation--
He doesn't need
any recommendation from you.
My dad takes pride in his work,
no matter what he's doing.
I love my dad
and I'm very proud of him.
I couldn't afford to get a tux,
that's why I didn't ask you to the prom.
- I should have told you the truth but--
- I understand, I do.
Hey, listen, I hate to interrupt things,
but Melanie is my date.
And here's the moment
we've all been waiting for.
The king and queen of the prom.
Mr. Richard Davies
and Miss Melanie Marcus.
Would the king and queen please
step forward for their royal dance?
Excuse me,
they're playing our song.
No, they're playing your song.
And you should be out on that floor
with the one person in this room
who really loves you.
You should dance with yourself.
Well, Nicole,
looks like you've lucked out.