04x22 - Prom Night II

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Hi, Tony.

Oh. Hi, Jon.
Hey, just the guy
I wanted to see.

Remember when we used
to play acrobat?

Let's do that again.

Why?

Just for old time's sake.
What do you say? Come on!

Alley-oop!

Okay.

Here comes
the amazing
Flying Bower.

Whoa!
Oh!

I for-- I forgot how much fun
that is.

Yeah, yeah.
Good. Now get to work.

Boy, there's a price
for everything.

[ANGELA SCREAMS]

Angela!
Tony!

Going down!

Whoa, that was close!
Get outta here.

Hey, wait a minute.
What happened?

I'm going
to Jesse's prom.

Doesn't that just
give you chills?

Oh, yeah. I got goose bumps.

Come on. Wait a minute.
I thought Jesse
had to work Saturday night.

He did. But he realized
how important it was to me,

and he traded shifts
with the frozen food guy.

Look, we only got three days
to get you a great dress.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.
She's got the dress,

the one I bought her
for cousin Gina's wedding.

Oh, Tony. People have
seen her in that dress.

[GASPS]

It's such
a simple concept.

Why can't men grasp it?

L-Let me lay this
out for you, Tony.

Sam is a sophomore.
Yeah.

She has been invited
to a junior prom.

In the teenage vernacular,
we're talking major.

Listen to her, Dad.
This woman is in touch
with the teen-scene.

And... And since it was my idea,
let me have the honor
of buying it.

Oh, no. No, no. No way, no way.
Anybody's buying her
a new dress, it's gonna be me.

Oh, Dad, but Angela has much
better taste than you do.

And it would mean
so much to me.

Please!
Please!

All right. All right.
But hey, hey,
your wedding dress is on me.

We'll talk.
Would you--

So when do we
hit the mall?

The mall?
Honey, this is a prom.
Think elegant.

Think 72nd
and Madison.

I know the perfect
boutique.

Oh, Angela, you're the best.

[MUMBLES]

You're the best too, Dad.

And don't worry.
I promise to be home
by dawn.

Okay, sweetheart.

Dawn?

Dad, we'll be
at the bowling alley.

Everybody stays out
their prom night.

Well, I'll bet
Angela didn't.

I'll bet she did.

No. You?

The-- The whole night?

What'd
your mother say?
Never mind.

Oh, Angela,
look at this dress.

That's, uh,
very nice.

Uh, let's see
what else there is.

The perfect dress
is here.

I can feel it
in my credit card.

Let the hunt begin.

Wedding?
Cotillion?
Bar mitzvah?

Prom. It's our first.

Are we thinking
something
pink, blue--

Or black.

Oh, Angela,
look at this.

Does this work
or what?

It's a wonderful dress, honey,
but not for a prom.

It is stunning.
And it's our last one.

It was originally designed
for Cornelia Guest,

but then Caroline Kennedy
fell in love with it

until she found out
Chastity Bono had one
just like it.

Did you hear that,
Angela?

Yes. That's
very impressive,

but I think we're looking

for something
a little more traditional.

Oh, of course.

Perhaps something
along these lines.

Oh! Adorable!

Who wanted that,
Martha Washington?

Actually
Princess Stephanie
had her eye on this.

Well, it is fit for a princess.

Sam, I think we've
found our dress.

Oh, I don't know.

I was-- I was kinda looking for
something different.

Well, honey, for your prom,
you don't want different.

I don't?

She's right.
Black is out.

And those bows...

See?

Well, maybe I
should try it on.

Just think how great it will
look with my pearls.

You're going to lend me
your pearls?

Seven or eight millimeter?

Of course
I want everything
to be just right.

Nine.

Oh, well, in that case,
let me show you
the matching shoes.

They're
Fergie's favorites.

You really think I can
have it? Oh, I love it.

It's yours. I want you to be
a standout at your prom.

Oh, Mom...

What a day!

Ah, I see MasterCard
and Visa are back.

[LAUGHS]
Just two girls

who ransacked the boutiques
of the Upper East Side.

Tell your father
what you got.

A dress.

Well, you can
brag a little.

We got Princess Stephanie's
dress.

We got Fergie's shoes.

And Liz Claiborne's pantyhose.

Oh-h*. Gee, I wonder what
they're gonna wear.

[LAUGHS]

Well, Angela, I had a very
nice day, thank you.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute,
sweetheart.

What's wrong?

Are you still thinking
about that black dress?

I really liked
those bows.

Honey, I understand.

But trust me.
I'm right about this one.

Tony, give us
an honest opinion.

Mm? You tell us.
Is this or is this not

the most stunning dress
in all creation?

Uh-huh.
Let me see here.

Uh-huh.

Well, w-where does
the neckline come to?

Just below
the neck.

I love it.

You really do?

Oh, yes, Sam. If I was there,
this is the dress
I would've picked out,

except with longer sleeves.

Oh, honey.

Honey, you're just
having prom anxiety.

Yeah, Sam, we all get that.

Really?
You did too?

No, but my date's
parents did.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Hello, prom guy.

Get back.
Hi, Sam.

Oh, wait, wait!
Don't look!
Don't look!

Mrs. Bower,
what are you doing?

Oh, bad luck to see
the prom dress

before the prom.

She's really
into this.

Well, I can show you
what I'm wearing, right?
Yeah.

Oh, my, formal wear
in a brown paper bag.

You are gonna
love this.

What do you think?

Whoa, hot!

Yeah, man, t-that's 110
in the shade.

Ooh, ow!

Jesse, you're
such a card,

as if you'd actually
go to a prom

wearing something
that looked like

it belonged to
a funeral director.

Well, I am.

And it did.

Oh, hey, I like it.

And, hey, that explains
that slight scent
of formaldehyde, huh?

Yeah, I got it at
the Salvation Army.

I like my money
to go to a good cause.

The guy wanted three bucks.

But, you know,
I insisted he take five.

Oh, I suppose
for that kind of money
he threw in the pants.

Oh, no, I'm wearing
these jeans.

But I'll pick up
the formal look

with my black high-tops.

Jesse, I-I don't mean
to be decidedly unhip,

but I have some serious
doubts about this ensemble.

Angela, can we confab
in the kitchen, please?

Excuse us.

Mrs. Bower is nice,

but she has got
some weird ideas
about fashion.

I mean, I bet she wants you

to wear some fluffy
pink thing.

Blue.

Now, Angela, I appreciate you
taking Sam shopping,

but don't you think
it'd be better

to let the kids express
themselves in their own way?

Sounds like you're asking me
to butt out?

If the butt fits.

Tony, do you-- do you understand
what's happening here?

Yeah. It's the cycle of life.

An undertaker croaks
so Jesse looks cool at his prom.

Sam has gone through
a lot of trouble

to pick out
the perfect outfit.

And now Jesse's
imposing his will on her.

Men are always
doing that.

Wait a minute.
When did I ever
impose my will on you?

The other night. When you
made spaghetti. You wouldn't
let me put ketchup on it.

But Angela, that's not imposing
my will.

That's obeying laws
of the universe.

Hey, uh, Tony, say I can have
the keys to your van?

I'd really like to wash it
for tonight.

You bet, pal.
But hey, don't scrub too hard.

I don't wanna lose
that last flake of paint.

Jesse, y-you won't
be needing these.

Surprise! Surprise!
I rented you a limo.

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Bower,

but that's
not our style.

But, Jesse...

But, Angela...

Tony, I don't want Sam
to be shortchanged.

Now, Sam, tell the truth, honey.

Wouldn't you love
to go in a limo?

Well...
Sam.

See? She would.

Angela, do we have
to confab again?

Tony, remember our talk?

You see?
It's happening again.

Jesse is imposing
his will on Sam.

TONY:
No, no.
Angela, no, he's not.

And I want you
to stop this now.

You're doing it to me.

Wha-- Call me crazy,
but-- but I think Sam
should have a perfect evening

with a perfect dress
and perfect transportation.

It's their night.
Let them do it their way.

But, Tony, you're not
listening to me.

I want her to be
in a limo.
Mrs. Bower

Does anybody care
what I want?

I want to forget
about the dress,

the suit, the limo...

the prom.

I don't want to go.

You can't mean that.

I'm sorry, Jesse,
but I don't feel like
going out tonight.

Wait. Though I spent
$5.00 on a tuxedo?

I take it you struck out.

I didn't even
get up to bat.

Oh.
I tried to apologize to her,

she wouldn't even
let me in her room.

Although she was
incredibly polite.

Incredibly polite?

Uh-oh, that's bad.

That's bad.
All right, look,

you'd better let the master
take over now,

because, look, Sam and I,
we speak the same language.

Well, I guess
it's back to Berlitz.

Well, I'm gonna go
clear my head.

I'm taking a drive.

All right.

Wow, what a workout!

My endorphins
are jumping for joy.

Oh,
isn't life great?

Stuff it, Mother.

Why are her pants
in a bunch?

Sam called off
her prom

because Angela
was bugging her so much.

She-- She was like
a fairy godmother run amok.

Another Grimm
fairy tale, huh?

Yeah, yeah, but you know,
I have a theory.

You know Angela must have had
such a fantastic prom

that she's determined
that Sam has the same
experience.

Hmm. Intriguing theory,

but dead wrong.

Do you really
think our Angela
went to a prom?

I knew
it sounded strange,

but I didn't wanna
say anything.

Well, it was
a very humiliating
experience for her,

and she swore me
to absolute secrecy...

but what the hell.

Good, good.
Tell, tell.
I'm all ears.

So was her date.

Kenny Bigelow.

Ears? We are talking
when the wind blew,

he went airborne.

But Angela
was broad-minded

and a little hard up.

Anyway, she was
all dressed

and ready to go
to the prom

when Kenny called
and said he was sick.

Ear-- Earache?

[LAUGHS]

The flu.

But that didn't
stop Angela.

She was absolutely
determined to go
to that prom,

but then of course, when she
got there, poor thing,

she couldn't bring herself
to walk in alone.

So she stood outside

with her nose
pressed to the window.

Aw.
Yeah.

Well, actually, she was having
a pretty good time

until she saw
a couple of big ears
jitterbug by.

Kenny Bigelow.
Mmm.

Turns out he got a date
with a cheerleader.

Aw, poor Angela.

Gee, that must've
really hurt her.

I mean, this explains
why she's been acting so weird.

Well, it explains
this week.

Maybe-- Maybe it would help
if I went upstairs

and told Sam about this.

Don't you dare.
Angela would die

if she knew you knew.

You should have seen her
when she caught me reading it

in her diary.

Mona.

Well, I was worried about
her social development.

She didn't talk much
as a child.

Well, I don't care, Mona.
I-I'm still ashamed of you.

I mean, how could you pry?

Screwdriver.

Hi. How's Sam doing?

Oh, she's still
incredibly polite.
Where have you been?

Shopping for Sam.

Oh, hey, Angela.
Haven't we learned
anything from this?

Oh, Tony,
you don't understand.

I went to the city
to hunt down the dress

that Sam really wanted.
Mmm.

It's quite a story.

Maybe you should bring it
right up to her.

First, I went to all
the department stores
and the boutiques.

Nothing. Then I drove
down to the garment district.

I see a rack
being pushed down the street.

Right in the middle of it
is Sam's dress.

I yelled at the guy,
but he put it on the truck,
and he took off.

So I put pedal to the metal,
and I followed that chiffon.

The chase was on!
It was like
The French Connection,

only I obeyed
all the traffic laws.

I forced him off the road
somewhere around Hoboken.

Angela Bower
always gets her dress.

Boy.

No wonder they invented
the Home Shopping Club.

[KNOCKING ON THE DOOR]

Sam?

Sweetheart?

Sam, I know you're
angry with me,

and I don't blame you.

I got a little
carried away.

Okay, more than a little.

I'm sorry if I hurt you.

I just want us
to be friends again.

Sam, don't do this to me!

Sam, will you
say something?

Excuse me.
[GASPS]

May I come in?

Be my guest.

Silly me.

I just made
a heartfelt apology
to your doorknob.

I felt terrible
about what happened,

so I-- I went out and
I got you something.

Thank you, Angela, but don't
you think you've done enough?

I know. I know, I have,
and it won't happen again.

You see, that's why
I called Jesse--

Angela, you're doing it again.

You're right.
I'm doing it again.

I'm leaving.

You sure you don't
wanna open that?

You're right.
It's too pushy.

Look, Sam...

I know I interfered,

and I'm sorry.

But I just don't want to
see you deprive yourself

of something
you really want

because of
a mistake that I made.

Angela,
how you-- how you doing?

[WHIMPERS]

Come on, Angela. Now you--
You can't let this thing
with Sam get you down.

Y-You only wanted
what was best for her.

I'm beginning to think I wanted
what was best for me.

Huh?
What do you mean?

Tony...

I have something
very personal to share with you.

You swear
you won't tell anyone?

I swear.
Okay.

Ooh, this is
very embarrassing.

It was the night
of my junior prom.

Uh-oh.

What?

Uh, nothing.

Anyway, I had a date
with this terrific guy.

Kenny Bigelow.

Doesn't that name
just say it all?

Yeah, I-- I can
picture them.

I mean...

I mean him.

He got sick at the last minute,
and I just couldn't
stand the thought

of not wearing
that beautiful, blue dress.

So I went to
the prom anyway.

and I watched
through the window.

The theme was
Tahitian Twilight.

The gym looked like
a South Seas island--

Palm trees
and fishing nets

and conch shells.

It was so romantic.

I didn't even mind

being on the outside

until I saw...

Kenny Bigelow.

You are so intuitive.
Ah. Yeah.

He jitterbugged
right past me

glued to a cheerleader.

Now, Tony, I'm not
gonna lie to you
and tell you that I wasn't hurt.

I was.
I was deeply hurt.

You know, it's not often
that a girl gets asked out

by a boy like Kenny.

And he...
he wasn't just handsome.

He looked like
a movie star.

Dumbo.

You've been talking
to Mother, haven't you?

Not as much as she's been
talking to me. You know...

So I suppose you
heard it all--

The mooning
and everything.

Mooning?

She didn't tell you?

No, no. What mooning?

No mooning.
Nobody said mooning.
No mooning.

No, Angela.
Angela, You don't say
a word like moon

and then just drop it here.

All right, all right.
I was just
so hurt and mad

that I threw
my crinoline up in the air,

and I showed Kenny
what I thought of him.

Oh, I wish
I could've seen that!

I mean the expression
on his face.

Hi.

Samantha,

you look...
beautiful.

Whoa.

Does this mean you're going
to the prom?

Yeah. Jesse should
be here any minute.

Oh, I'm so happy--

For you.

I have something
to go with this dress.

Uh, my pearls,
if you want them.

I do.
Okay.

Will you help me?

Sure.

Well, you were
right all along.

That dress is you.

And the pearls are you.

They go great together.

They sure do.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Oh, baby, baby.

Hey, Jesse!

Dressed
to k*ll, huh?

Well, at least
to bury.

[LAUGHS]

Sam, you look...

Wow.
Oh-h*-h*.

Wow.

Wow.

One more wow,

you're getting
an Italian chaperon.

Anybody want
some keys to a van?

Thanks, Mrs. Bower.

You too, Tony.

Okay. Come on, kids.
Have a good time, huh?

Have a wonderful time.

By the way, Angela,

how did you ever
find this dress?

Well...

it was a breeze.

Bye.
ANGELA: Bye.

All right. Be careful now.
Drive carefully,

and be home by dawn.

TONY:
Just-- Just keep
your eyes closed.

They're closed.
They're closed.

All right, okay, okay.
Are you ready?

Yeah.

Open sesame.

Angela Bower,

this is your prom.

What?

It's called
Tahitian Twilight II.

You are so sweet.

Ah, no, no.
Now, wait a minute.
Now, wait a minute.

It's time
to cue up the band.

Maestro!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Baby ♪

All right, all right.
Now wait a minute.
Come on now.

Since-- Since Kenny's not here,

may I have
this dance?

You can hold on
to my ears.

[LAUGHS]

I-- I'd be honored.

♪ Like the real thing
Baby ♪

♪ Ain't nothin'
Like the real thing ♪

You know, Angela,

this really is like
your first prom.

What do you mean?

Look through
the window.

A full moon.

[♪♪♪♪♪]