WOMAN: Are you ready?
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ I know you see me
standing here ♪
♪ Do I look good,
my dear? ♪
♪ Do I look good today? ♪
♪ Today, today ♪
♪ Ooh ooh ooh ♪
♪ I'm just another
kind of girl ♪
♪ And you want
to see my world ♪
♪ So come and run away ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ If you wanna play ♪
♪ Come and play today ♪
♪ Let's just get away, yeah ♪
♪ I will make you see ♪
♪ All of the things ♪
♪ That you can be ♪
♪ Believe in yourself ♪
♪ Come follow me ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
[music]
STACEY: Ow!
It hurts.
My butt muscles are spasming.
Ow, it hurts so bad.
I feel like a pretzel
gone wrong.
Ow, my buttocks.
- You'll be all right, Stacey.
Just take her
to the nurse's office.
Now you see,
that is a good example
of why yoga isn't for everyone.
I'll see you all next week.
- Poor Stacey.
Who gets hurt doing yoga?
- Bad stuff always happens
to Stacey.
- I know.
Remember when
she fell off the roof?
- And landed in that rosebush.
- Yes.
Okay.
That wasn't funny.
- No, not funny.
- Hey, I'm gonna go grab
a smoothie, wanna come?
- No, my next class
is that way.
- Oh, okay.
Later, Zoe.
- Bye.
- See ya.
- Why didn't you tell me
you were friends
with Lisa Perkins?
- Nice to see you, too.
- Do you realize how fine
that girl is?
- How fine is that girl?
- I don't know.
She's off the fine-o-meter.
- Well if you like her so much,
go ask her out.
- No.
She's got a boyfriend.
I respect the man code.
- She broke up
with her boyfriend.
- Lisa's a free agent?
- Uh-huh.
- How come you didn't tell me?
- What'd I just do?
- Oh, man.
Guys are gonna be
all over that girl.
I got to make my move.
Where did she go?
- That way, to get a smoothie.
- Yes!
Wait.
What do I say to her?
- Just be yourself.
You know, but funnier
and more charming.
- Right.
Wait.
I gotta hurry.
Can I borrow your Jet X?
- No.
My next class is all the way
across campus
and I don't wanna be late
'cause we're--
Yeah, I'll just walk.
CHASE: Oh-oh.
Oh.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yes.
- Come on.
Come on.
- Don't redline, man,
you'll blow your motor.
- I know how to drive.
- And hello, finish line.
My name is Chase Matthews,
or you can call me
the guy that just b*at
Logan Reese.
- Okay, you're the worst.
- Nope, I believe I'm the best,
as indicated
by the top 10 high scores
on your video game.
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah, you're a real bad driver
when it's video game go-karts.
- And your point is?
- If it were the real deal,
I'd smoke you like a salmon.
- Okay.
A, I prefer my salmon poached,
and b, if we were driving
real go-karts,
I'd b*at you worse.
- Yeah, wanna bet?
- Anytime.
- Can you get yourself
a go-kart?
- I can if you can.
- Good.
Get one.
And meet me on the outdoor
basketball courts
Saturday, noon.
- It's on.
- Yeah, it's on.
- See you there.
- See you there.
Feels like one of us
should've walked away.
- It does, doesn't it?
- Ooh, I love
these bendy straws.
- Hey, what's going on, Lisa?
- Oh, hi, Michael.
- See you got yourself
a smoothie.
Good call.
Like lunch in a cup.
- Lunch in a cup.
- [chuckles]
- So, I didn't know
you had a pink Jet X.
- Ah, no, no, no, no.
See, this isn't really my--
[alarm blares]
I think
I might have set off the alarm.
Don't worry.
Uh...
[laughs]
[alarm continues blaring]
Come on, stop it, Jet X.
[laughing]
[quietly]
You're k*lling me here.
[engine won't turn]
- What's the matter?
- Ah, nothing.
Nothing.
- Is your zipper
stuck to the seat?
- No.
[chuckles]
- Hey, that dude's zipper's
stuck to his seat.
[laughs]
- Do you want me to call
the janitor?
- No.
No.
Everything's fine.
I'm just gonna--
[alarm continues blaring]
I gotta--
Bye.
[alarm continues]
LOLA: Whoo!
Yeah.
Keep going.
Fifty-five seconds.
One minute.
- Give me another one.
- Oh, come on.
There's no way you can do six.
- Toss it here.
Ready?
- Go.
[knock on door]
ZOEY: Hey, it's me.
Open the door.
- We're doing something.
Use your key.
ZOEY: I forgot my key.
- Well, can you
come back later?
ZOEY: Open the door.
- We were trying to set
a PCA hula-hoop record.
- I'm sorry.
[sighs]
Why can't I ever remember
my key?
- Just start wearing it
around your neck again.
It was cute.
- You got any paint?
- Pink and white and a brush.
- Thank you.
[beep]
- What was that?
- That was me.
- Why'd you bring my Jet X
in here?
- Somehow it got caught
in my zipper.
[laughter]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
there is nothing funny
about a young man
with a scooter
caught in his pants.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Yes, there is.
- There really is.
- How'd it happen?
- It's her fault.
- How's it my fault?
- You went and got me
all excited about Lisa,
and then I got nervous.
- You like Lisa?
Oh, how cute.
- It's not cute.
I can't even talk to the girl
without something
like this happening.
Quinn, do something.
Can you get this off me?
- Oh.
Here, these can cut through
just about anything.
Be careful.
- I understand.
Wish me luck.
- Good luck.
LOLA: Good luck.
- Oh, I feel so bad for him.
- Hmm, worse comes to worse,
he can just take off the pants.
- No, I mean,
the whole Lisa thing.
LOLA: I know.
He totally loves her.
- Wait, isn't Michael
gonna sing at open mic night?
- Yeah.
So?
- We should invite Lisa.
- Oh, yeah,
girls are total suckers
for guys who can sing.
- Yeah and Michael's cute.
He's funny.
He's smart.
MICHAEL: Ow.
Ow!
Oh.
Oh!
[alarm blaring]
Get it off.
Get it off of me.
It's heavy.
Please.
Hey--ow, ow!
It's puttin' pressure
on my pancreas.
- Don't struggle!
- You'll only make it worse!
- Student down.
Student down.
Please.
A student down, please.
- Hi, Chase.
What'cha doing?
Assembling something?
- Ah, yeah.
What's up with the crutches?
- I had a little accident
in yoga class.
I sprained my left glute.
- Oh, well,
I'm sorry about your glute.
- It's okay.
So, what is that?
- It's almost a go-kart.
Logan challenged me
to a race on Saturday.
- Really?
I think Logan is so hot
and spicy.
I mean, seriously.
- Yeah.
Well, he's gonna lose the race
this Sat--
[horn honks]
- Afternoon, Chase.
Nice, uh, lawnmower.
- I'm using it as parts
for my go-kart.
- Ah, cute.
- So, where did you get
that thing?
- Oh, this is just my little
- Ninety-five cc's?
That sounds like
some serious horsepower.
- I thought we were supposed
to build a go-kart.
- Nope, we never said that.
The rules were we each get
a go-kart
and then we race.
So, good luck
with your lawnmower.
See you Saturday.
- Wait.
Ah, what's your hurry,
Speed Racer?
Logan, don't you wanna
take me for a spin
in that sweet machine?
Wait, Logan.
Come back!
I'm so much fun
to spend time with!
Don't listen to what people say.
Logan!
I'm wearing lip-gloss.
[music, cheers and applause]
BOY: All right.
You guys are gonna hear
a lot more singers here
at PCA's open mic night.
[applause]
- Yeah.
- Before I move on,
I'd like to thank
a few of our sponsors
here at PCA.
There's Kazu from Sushi Rocks.
[cheers and applause]
I'd also like to thank
the PCA drama department
who helped us put together
this stage--
- Hey.
You up next?
- Yep.
Prepare your ears for ecstasy.
I'm about to sing it up.
- Good. 'Cause guess who's
sitting front row?
- Great.
- Lisa?
- Yeah.
I told her she had to come
hear you sing.
- Why?
- 'Cause you're an awesome
singer.
Girls love guys who can sing.
- Come on.
I can't even talk
in front of that girl.
How am I supposed to sing?
- Will you relax?
- Okay.
Next up is a three-time
open mic night champion
here at PCA.
So let's rattle some hands
for the Music Man.
It's Mr. Michael Barret!
[cheers and applause]
LOGAN: All right, Michael!
GIRL: Go, Michael!
[cheers and applause]
- You can't leave.
- Move.
- No.
- Zoey--
[cheers and applause]
BOY: Do it, Barret!
[cheers and applause]
- Michael!
GIRL: All right, Michael!
[cheers and applause]
BOY: Michael, you're so pretty!
- [laughs]
Thanks.
Thank you, guys.
Um...
This is a new song.
Some of you may have heard it
or maybe not.
I don't know what you listen to.
[laughs]
Uh...
anyway,
here I go.
[upbeat music]
♪ It's ha-- ♪
[music continues]
♪ It's ha-- ♪
[ahem]
♪ It's ha-- ♪
♪ Eh-- ♪
- Why isn't he singing?
- I don't know.
- Shh!
[music continues]
- ♪ It's ha-- ♪
[music continues]
BOY: Sing, Michael, sing!
[music continues]
- Oh, my god.
- Is he gonna--
- [retches]
- Oh!
- Oh, gross.
[liquid splashing]
- Oh, he threw up!
- Eww, it's on my shoes.
- [groans]
- Michael.
[overlapping shouting]
[Michael coughs]
[sad flute melody]
♪ ♪
- Michael?
Michael.
[flute music continues]
♪ ♪
Hello.
- What?
- Why'd you ditch
basketball practice?
- I'm too depressed to dribble.
- You're making too big a deal
out of this.
- I threw up
on the girl of my dreams.
- Just a little bit
on her shoes.
- Why did I have to have
Indian food for lunch?
And why did you have to invite
Lisa to open mic night?
- I was trying to help.
- Well, you helped me
into a deep depression.
- I'm sorry.
What do you want me to do?
- Make Lisa love me.
- Oh, Michael.
- Please?
I love her, so please fix this.
- I'll do what I can.
- Thank you.
[sad melody continues]
♪ ♪
- Hey, Lisa.
- Oh, hey, Zoey.
- So, did you get the vomit
off your shoes?
- No.
I threw 'em out.
You know, the memories.
Ugh!
- Yeah.
Michael feels really bad
about it.
- Oh, he shouldn't.
- Really?
- Yeah.
'Cause when Michael threw up
on my shoes--
- Yeah?
- He got some--ugh--
bits on the pants of the guy
who was sitting next to me.
- Okay.
- And when we went outside
to get cleaned up,
we started talking,
and I swear, Zoey,
it was like
love at first sight.
- Oh.
Awesome.
- I know.
GREG: Lisa.
- Oh, here he comes.
- What's up, buttercup?
- Hey.
- Am I too late for yoga?
- No, not at all.
Greg, this is Zoey.
Zoey, Greg.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Zoey's good friends
with the guy that vomited
on you.
- Oh.
Well, I owe him big time.
If he hadn't barfed on my pants,
I'd have never met Lisa.
- Oh, how sweet is he?
- Yeah.
Well, I'll let you guys
do your yoga.
- Wanna join us?
- No.
I got a friend in the closet.
- Ready, Reese?
- Hey.
You showed up.
I was starting to think
you were gonna punk out.
- I do not punk out, my friend.
- Good.
So where's your little
lawnmower mobile?
- Here comes Quinn and Lola
with it right now.
[whooping, applause]
- Hey, Chase.
- What'd you do
to your go-kart?
- Uhm, I'll let
my mechanic answer that.
Quinn.
- I re-bored the cylinder head,
modified the intake valves
on the injection system,
added a blower, and installed
a five-pound nitrous t*nk.
- I put those stickers on.
- Wait a second.
I say
some of those modifications
are against the rules.
- Nope.
I believe the only rules were
we each get a go-kart
and then we race.
So, let's get it on.
[crowd whooping]
STACEY: Logan, you're hot and
spicy.
- All right.
- All right.
- What do I do?
- Just press the gas pedal
and steer.
If you need extra speed, push
this red button.
- But I'm afraid
of the red button.
- Don't be a baby.
[engine revving]
- Oh dear god.
- You'll be fine.
[revving engine]
ALL: Go, go, go, go, go, go, go,
go, go!
Go, go, go!
- Ready?
ALL: Go, go, go, go!
Go, go, go, go!
- On your marks.
Get set.
Go!
[overlapping shouting]
QUINN: Come on, Chase!
Drive like a man!
- [sobbing]
- I'm sorry.
- How could she get
another boyfriend
in less than 24 hours?
- It was just bad luck.
She and this guy just bonded
after you threw up on them.
- Oh.
I drove Lisa
into another man's arms
with my own vomit.
[plays haltingly
while sobbing]
- You can't solve your problems
with sad flute music.
- I can try.
♪ ♪
QUINN: Go, go, go, go, go!
[overlapping shouting]
- Come on, Chase!
Drive like a man!
STACEY: Go, Logan Reese!
Fly on the wings--
[revving engines]
GIRL: Come on, come on, come on,
come on.
Come on, Chase!
GIRL: Go, Chase, go!
GIRL: Go, Logan!
- Chase!
- Let's go!
Logan!
[soothing music]
- [sobbing]
- You're overreacting.
Look. I mean,
she hasn't even been dating him
a whole day yet.
Maybe it won't work out.
Maybe they'll just--
- [gasps]
- Well, thanks a lot.
- For what?
- For bringing me here
and forcing me
to watch the girl of my dreams
eat a jiggly dessert
with another guy who's not me.
- I didn't know they'd be here.
- Well, there they are.
- Do it, Chase, go!
[wheels screech]
STACEY: Logan, I love you.
QUINN: Come on, Chase!
Smoke him!
- This is their final lap.
GIRL: Come on, guys!
Step on it!
[overlapping shouting]
- Chase, hit the red button!
Hit the red button!
[Chase whimpering]
LOGAN: Hey.
Hey wait.
QUINN: Chase wins.
Yay, Chase!
- We won!
Chase won!
- I saw!
CHASE: Ah, okay.
How do I stop this?
Oh-oh.
- Where is he going?
- [screams]
Please!
- Uh-oh.
- Peek-a-boo.
- [laughs]
- Peek-a-boo.
Where's Lisa?
Where's Lisa?
Peek-a-boo.
[music]
- Michael.
Michael, people are staring.
- Let 'em stare.
I don't care.
- Aah!
- Hey, what's goin' on?
- Is that Chase?
- That's Chase.
- That is Chase.
- He's gonna run into Lisa.
- Greg.
Greg!
- [screaming]
- Oh my god!
- Oh my god!
- Greg!
[Chase screaming]
- He's gonna hit Lisa!
[engine powers down]
[Chase grunting]
- You just saved my life.
- No.
No, I didn't.
Yeah.
[chuckles]
Well, yes, I did.
GREG: You okay, buttercup?
Lisa?
Lisa, what are you doing?
Stop it.
Lisa, quit it.
Come on.
[stammers]
- ♪ It's hard to wake up ♪
♪ When you're feelin' low ♪
♪ The best thing to do ♪
♪ Is to let it go ♪
- ♪ Pick up the pace ♪
♪ And you'll lose ♪
♪ That dark cloud ♪
♪ Kick off your shoes ♪
♪ Play the music loud ♪
- ♪ So don't be a victim ♪
♪ Or play the pawn ♪
BOTH: ♪ It's time to come on
strong ♪
♪ Let's turn Monday ♪
♪ Into Saturday ♪
♪ And pull the sun ♪
♪ From out of the gray ♪
♪ Only you can make a choice ♪
♪ To be silent ♪
♪ Or to have a voice ♪
- I have a voice.
- ♪ Oh-oh ♪
- ♪ Hmm ♪
- ♪ Don't think alone ♪
♪ Share it out loud ♪
♪ You can still be yourself ♪
♪ And be part of the crowd ♪
- ♪ Even when you're not sure ♪
♪ Be positive ♪
♪ If you don't know ♪
♪ What you want ♪
♪ You can still give ♪
- ♪ So don't be a victim ♪
- ♪ Or play the pawn ♪
BOTH: ♪ It's time to come on
strong ♪
- ♪ Ooh, oh, oh ♪
BOTH: ♪ Let's turn Monday ♪
♪ Into Saturday ♪
♪ And pull the sun ♪
♪ From out of the gray ♪
[cheers and applause]
[music continues]
- Yes!
[dings]
MAN: Mm.
STACEY: Ow, my buttocks!
03x07 - Michael Loves Lisa
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Series centers around Zoey Brooks as she enrolls in Pacific Coast Academy, a prestigious Southern California boarding school that previously only allowed boys to attend.
Series centers around Zoey Brooks as she enrolls in Pacific Coast Academy, a prestigious Southern California boarding school that previously only allowed boys to attend.