01x11 - The A Ticket

[bunniefuu]

♪ Someone once told me the grass is much greener ♪

♪ On the other side

♪ Well, I paid a visit

♪ While it's possible I missed it ♪

♪ It seemed different yet exactly the same ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪Till further notice♪

♪ Till further notice

♪I'm in between♪

♪ I'm in between

♪From where I'm standing♪

♪ From where I'm standing

♪ My grass is green

♪ Someone once told me the grass is much greener ♪

♪ On the other side.

DODIE: But I don't want to know my new class assignments

before lunch, Ginger.

Why ruin my appetite?

[sniffs]

Oh...

I'm positive I got Mr. Cilia for chemistry.

But Mr. Cilia's the greatest.

Only a science whiz would say that.

The rest of us would say he's the toughest.

I'm not a science whiz.

You're like Mr. Cilia's class pet.

Am not.

How's my favorite student of all time?

Hoping I get you for chemistry, Mr. Cilia.

[chuckles]

What? I was being polite.

What's up, guys?

I got Mr. Cilia for chemistry!

Hey, me, too.

That guy's pretty cool.

Dude, you went for the hot dogs?

Don't do it, man.

Too late, bro.

My good friend here went for the mac and cheese

didn't you, Ginger?

Like the jacket.

I get to keep it, too.

As long as I maintain a "B" average

I stay on the team.

Ha, so they're finally

cracking down on the jocks.

It was going to happen sooner or later.

Earth to Ginger.

[sighs]

Oh, this is getting pathetic.

You've got to take action.

True, Ian hasn't exactly sent out

the "I like you as more than just a friend" vibe, but still...

Want me to see what I can find out?

No! I mean... I'd rather just...

Suffer?

It's a choice.

[band playing slowly...]

[music stops]

All right...!

I'm finally hearing you embrace the space between the notes.

Hey, you guys ever hear of Ludlow Krantz?

Black eye patch?

A fake leg he keeps stuff in?

Six fingers on his right hand?

The town eccentric, from what I hear.

BOTH: He's my idol!

Same here!

Not possible.

Well, the guy went to school here.

Even played glockenspiel in the band.

Which is, I'm guessing

why you guys are in the band playing the glockenspiel.

He's my gold standard, Mr. H.

Well, he's pretty sentimental about Lucky Elementary.

He even composed a solo for the glockenspiel.

So some lucky glockenspieler

gets to give Mr. Krantz a command performance.

We get to sit before the man himself?!

Yeah, but, but it's a solo

which means only one of you gets it.

Dig?

Well, looks like we're staring

down the barrel of an audition, guys.

So, me and Hoods will be competing against each other?

A-hem...!

Welcome to the fascinating world of chemistry

where the periodic table of elements rocks!

[kids talking]

Hmm, okay.

In keeping with discovering

new chemical reactions

I'm going to pair people up into lab teams.

[kids groan]

Come on, guys

chemistry happens between people as well as chemicals.

Hooking up with someone new

may force you to think outside the box.

Miranda, what if we don't end up together?

Miranda...?!

Okay, uh, how about we try Dodie Bishop

and... Courtney Gripling.

Oh...! Oh, my gosh

oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh oh, my gosh...

Steady, steady, steady...

Mr. Cilia?

Can we renegotiate?

Is the "H" in HO helium?

I'm thinking that was a no.

Miranda Killgallen and, um...

Ian, Ian...

Macie Lightfoot.

Oh!

Oops. Hope that's not a sign of things to come.

Or that.

Darren Patterson and Ben Tucker.

Ginger Foutley

and...

Ian Richton.

[gasps]

[both gasp]

Hmm? Oh!

Yes, yes, yes!

Ooh, I think chemistry is my new favorite subject.

Boy: Cilia for chemistry?

That's bad news, Richton.

Cilia? Piece of cake.

What, are you crazy?

He's the toughest teacher at Lucky.

You got to get a "B" to stay on the team, remember?

I'm going to do a lot better than a "B."

I've got Ginger Foutley as a lab partner.

And she's my "A" ticket.

[both laugh]

[grunting, trilling and popping]

[glockenspiel playing...]

[cracks knuckles]

Look, Hoods, someone's got to be the noble loser.

But why me?

'Cause I don't even consider Brandon competition.

Besides...

Wha... wh... where did you get this?

Dumpster behind school.

Can you believe it?

A portrait of Ludlow Krantz, their most famous graduate.

The guy who built an airplane out of tongue depressors.

The guy who invented an after-shave

that smells like feet.

The guy I want to be when I grow up.

Well, I want to be him, too.

You don't have six fingers.

Neither do you.

A minor detail I'm working on.

Hoods, the thing is, we can't both win the solo.

That's why they call it a solo, dig?

I know what it means, Carl.

I learned the same vocabulary words as you.

See you at the audition.

[note plinks]

You look great.

Oh... but how are my details?

According to Courtney

that's what separates the Bees from the Wannabees.

Then you're definitely a Bee.

Guys, I'm seriously thinking I'm all wrong about Ian.

I mean, what if he wasn't really thrilled the way I was thrilled?

Maybe I'm totally wrong.

Ian: Hey, Ginger!

I just wanted to tell you

I'm looking forward to chemistry.

Nice shirt.

Oh! Not only did Ian Richton stop at your locker--

a sure sign of major interest--

but he complimented your outfit!

This has class couple written all over it.

You think?

Wow, this is so strange.

I've been waiting for this for years

but now that it's a reality

I'm kind of freaked out.

Hi, Courtney, can't wait for chemistry, think we'll have fun!

Gee, Dodie, take a breath.

Hey, Ginger!

Hey... Stacy.

Actually, it's Macie.

I thought you should know

since we'll be handling dangerous chemicals together.

Whatever.

Ginger...

What kind of magic did you work on Ian?

I've never seen him

so taken with any one person.

I didn't do anything.

That's kind of the amazing part.

Of course... playing hard to get.

How advanced!

Well... I'm in your court.

Just give a shout if you need anything.

Gee, Courtney...

I'm not sure you were helpful enough.

Perfect!

Ginger... should we rethink the eyewear?

Sometimes with boys, you have to be more obvious.

Yes, of course, obvious.

But we have to wear goggles.

Well, there are goggles

and then there are these goggles.

See? Gorgeous girl scientist.

Huh... thanks, Courtney.

Uh, Courtney, um, which table should we sit at?

Okay... there is good.

You're really winning her over.

Okay, guy opinion.

Darren, how do you think Ginger looks?

Good enough to send a signal to Ian

she likes him as much as he likes her?

Uh, come on, guys.

You know I'm not good with stuff like that.

Okay, guys... gearing up now.

I think we should just try

to have lots and lots of fun...

don't you?

Get real, Brandon, I mean to win.

Okay... let's start with the contestant

behind curtain number one.

[playing...]

Do you want to...?

No.

I mean... go ahead.

I have to set up the equipment.

Think I can handle it.

Um... you might want to turn the gas on first.

Uh... yeah, I was just about to do that.

[glockenspiel playing...]

Righteous!

Okay, curtain number three.

[hawks]

[playing...]

Oh, Courtney, that eyewear tip was perfect.

I know... look at them.

Ian can't keep his eyes off Ginger. Oh...

Oh, I'm just so good at this sort of thing.

Let's get together after school to do our homework.

Uh-uh-uh-uh... now don't you think

you're getting ahead of yourself?

I haven't even hinted at a possible opening in my schedule.

You're right.

I have so much to learn.

Not yet, it's too soon.

Yes, ma'am.

[phone beeps]

Thank you. I thought you'd never call.

Did you see what's going on over...

Courtney: Miranda...

don't you find it interesting

that Ginger stays Ginger

even when she's talking to Ian, a guy she's crazy about?

What's so impressive about that?

Well, when you're around a guy you like

your voice gets all tight

and you kind of freeze

and you make up stuff about yourself.

Face it, Miranda, you freak.

That is so not true.

You know, I'm thinking you were right

about the too-soon part.

Anyway, I haven't had a chance to observe them.

I mean, why would I want to?

[coughing...]

You got to understand what I'm working with here, Courtney.

I'm just fascinated by Ginger's, well, Gingerisms.

Oh, I like that word.

Add Gingerisms to my list of Courtneyisms.

Right, right... Gingerism.

Uh, what's the temperature?

Hot.

I mean, what does the thermometer say?

Oh, right... .

Fahrenheit.

Right.

So that's degrees Celsius.

See, in science, you use Celsius.

Cool. Think we have enough notes?

Do you want to take some?

But... you're so good at it.

Oh... uh...

What?

Broken glass, nobody move.

Broom coming in.

HEPPER: All right, guys.

Now you know there are no losers here.

Right. What do you call us?

You did your best.

Okay, Brandon, you won fair and square.

Be in the auditorium by : tomorrow.

After you play, you get to have tea at Mr. Krantz's house.

Carl, I know we're not speaking

but... it doesn't seem fair that Brandon won

when we're ones who worship the ground

Ludlow Krantz spits on, does it?

Oh... oh... [groans]

I mean, if it were the good old days

we'd never let something like that happen, would we?

Sure wouldn't, Hoods.

So, how are you going to pick up the ice cube

without tying a string around it?

Like this...

The salt and ice crystals will react to one another

forming a bond, so you can...

Wow! How do you know all this stuff?

Uh... I don't know.

I guess I just do.

By the way, thanks for letting me copy your notes.

Coach has been scheduling extra practices

so I've been really busy.

Actually, I've been pretty busy myself, but I get the work done.

I know... I got to be

more like you and less like me.

Ginger, look, I got to tell you something. See...

Oh, Ginger, you were so perfect!

Wait, guys, Darren needs to tell me something.

Uh... got to go.

He's been acting so strange lately.

[glockenspiel playing...]

[howling]

Wh... what's going on?!

SPOOKY VOICE: Brandon...

Brandon...

Aah!

[gasps]

You two freakazoids!

I should have known you'd do something weird like this.

Why can't you be normal, good boys, like me?

Hoods, I think we've just been insulted.

Yup, that's us. Freakazoids.

[Krantz clears throat]

[shuffling and thumping...]

What did you call these young men, Mr. Higsby?

Oh, no, no, Mr. Krantz, I didn't mean...

Surely you don't mean to imply

that anyone who's different is...

No, no, please.

You're my idol.

[coughs, grunts]

[groaning]

[groans]

Quick, Hoods!

Brandon, get help!

N-no! Everything is too weird!

I'm out of here.

I'm a good boy!

A good boy!

We k*lled him, Carl.

We didn't mean to.

[gasps]

[chuckles]

Not bad, hmm?

I knew you were faking it!

Yeah...

What was that yellow concoction

you sprinkled on the obsequious tike?

My eye goo collection.

Hmm... fascinating.

Excellent.

You're the most successful partnership I've seen in years.

Definitely on the road to an "A."

An "A"? Couldn't have done it without you, Ginger.

There's got to be some way I can thank you.

Really? I mean, well, you could, uh...

I know.

Go ahead, try it on.

Fits great.

Was getting kind of small for me, anyhow.

[gasps]

[gasps]

[auto-dials, phone beeps]

Yeah, I saw, I saw!

DODIE: Socially speaking, this is unheard of!

He skipped so many steps, but who cares?

Important thing is, it happened.

Darren! Hey, Darren!

Hello, Darren!

Darren...?

Ginger and Ian are now definitely an item.

He gave her his soccer jacket.

Do you know what that means?

That it was too small for him anyhow?

Darren, he was just wearing it yesterday.

I just meant I wouldn't read

too much into it if I were you.

You should be happy for me.

You know how I feel about Ian.

Look, Ginger, the only reason

he's psyched that you're his partner

is because you're a science whiz.

I heard him talking.

He's calling you his "A" ticket

so he'll get to stay on the team.

I'm really sorry, Ginger.

[slurping]

Oh, how could Ian use you like that?

It's not so much his wanting an "A" that hurts.

It's that he doesn't see me as anything other

than this science whiz.

He doesn't even notice this soon-to-be woman

standing right in front of him.

So, what are you going to do?

I mean, you're not going to

give his jacket back, are you?

I've got a better idea.

Next class, I'm going to stop doing the work.

Let him know what it's like to be taken as a fool.

[kids grumbling]

Hey, you knew sooner or later

there would be an in-class practical exam.

And did I mention

this is % of your overall grade?

[kids exclaim]

[chuckles]

Just try to do everything

to the best of your ability.

Ready, set, fire up those Bunsen burners.

Do you want to...

You set up the equipment.

I'll watch.

Uh...

Uh... oh...

So, how you doing?

You think it's time

to start measuring the saline solution?

Um... uh...

Uh, is that enough?

Five milliliters.

It's important to take really accurate notes.

[pencil breaks]

Oh... uh...

That's why I always use pens.

Of course, you're not going to have much to write

unless you light the Bunsen burner.

Ginger, what's going on? We'll fail.

You meanyou'llfail.

Isn't that what you're worried about, staying on the team?

No, I... okay, yeah.

I needed a good grade to keep playing soccer.

So you figured I'd get it for you?

If you'd just been honest with me

right from the start, I wouldn't be so mad.

I mean, when we got teamed up

the way you reacted, I thought you really...

You thought I really what?

We're low on saline.

Mind if we borrow?

Courtney! Thanks.

I mean, go ahead, take it.

Look, anyway...

No, I want you to keep it.

You don't need to pretend to be nice

because I'm getting you a good grade.

I'm not pretending.

You're a pretty tough coach.

Thanks.

Maybe we better finish before we both fail.

Right-- % of the grade.

Okay, write down everything I do

exactly as I do it.

He wants her to keep the jacket.

Can you believe it?

I'd look way better in that jacket

than she ever will.

[clank, crash]

MACIE: Heads up-- acid splash.

Wow... good thing you're wearing boots.

[sizzling]

Oh... my new boots.

What do you think he wants hard-boiled eggs for?

Maybe he'll peel one

and stick it in his empty eye socket.

You think?

You know, this place looks too normal.

Do you think we're expecting too much?

Only one way to find out.

[grunts, bell chimes]

[both screaming...]

This is going to be so cool...!

Where do you think he is?

I'm hungry.

Hold on, Hoods.

I got this funny feeling.

[creaking]

KRANTZ: Shall I ring for tea, gentlemen?

Yes!

Oh, so cool!

[clocks chiming and croaking...]

BRANDON: Why can't you be normal, good boys, like me?