For Keeps? Page #4

But the thing is...

...I never had one that did everything

all at once. You know?

I felt it.

It moved.

lnside you.

It's you.

It's you inside me.

Let's see now, young fella. Do you

have any shoe-store experience?

Oh, yes, sir. Five summers

and a lot of weekends.

Well, I'm always looking

for experienced help.

What's your angle

on selling shoes?

Treat the lady like a queen. Keep the

horsing around where it belongs:

Out of the store.

Bobrucz.

-Are you Vic Bobrucz's--?

-Yes, sir.

Well, why do you want

to work for me?

My dad sort of fired me, sir.

You start Friday.

Wow. Thanks.

-Thanks a lot, Mr. Kolby.

-You're welcome.

Hey, Bobrucz...

...your old man is really

gonna be pissed.

Yeah, I know.

Yeah, I know too.

Look, Darcy, we have always

been straight with each other.

I just think leaving now

and starting night school's...

...the best idea for you,

for everyone.

Oh, damn. I gotta run.

Wait. You don't understand.

After the baby, I still wanna go

to college. I wanna be a journalist.

Good. Do it all. Night school's

not gonna stop you.

Let's pick this up in the morning, huh?

Be here at 8.

Miss Giles, I don't think

you have any right...

...advising someone to quit school.

It's unethical and unconstitutional.

Can we do this tomorrow?

God forbid the school

should be embarrassed.

I don't care if the school

gets embarrassed.

I could get fired for this.

The school is not asking you

to drop out. I am.

-You are?

-Yes.

This is a small town.

You are editor of the school paper.

You are popular. I see girls every day

who wanna be like you.

I've seen it happen, Darcy.

Pregnancy is contagious, like suicide.

Oh, give me a break.

I'm only having a baby.

How many teen girls do you think

get pregnant every week?

Twenty thousand.

I'm supposed to feel guilty?

It's my fault if girls get knocked up?

Nobody's asking you

to save the world.

Just to do the responsible thing.

Think about it.

After she explained it, I thought

about it. It won't be so bad.

They cannot make you quit.

We could sue.

-They're not making me.

-It still sucks.

-I'm just gonna go to night school.

-What do you mean, night school?

-Yeah, and I'm gonna get a job too.

-No. My wife is not gonna take a job.

Great, Stan. You sound just like

Fred Flintstone.

Hi, I'm Darcy Elliot.

I mean, Bobrucz.

-Darcy Bobrucz. I think Miss Giles--

-Yes, I was expecting you.

Class, we have a new student.

Say hello.

-Hi, Darcy.

-Hi, Darcy.

-Hi, Darcy.

-Another one.

Darcy, would you like to come here

and sit with us?

-Hi.

-Hi.

How far along are you?

-How far along are you?

-Halfway through senior year.

No, we mean the little stranger.

Oh, six months.

Okay, class, time's up.

Papers to the front.

I don't know. No, I think

I need something bigger.

You know,

size is very important to me.

Come on, Michaela.

So how's married life?

Good. Good.

-It's good.

-Are you busy later?

My parents are sort of out of town.

You're not making me look good,

Michaela. My boss is watching.

And we're closing in five minutes.

Well, maybe next time, Stan.

-I'm sorry.

-What happened?

She's sort of a problem.

Now she's a problem.

A minute ago, she was a customer.

Oh, look, your friend's here.

Hey, Darce.

Is that what you're wearing

to the prom?

Michaela, you're really so mean.

I'm just kidding.

-Darce?

-I'm in the Jacuzzi.

Oh, there's a letter for you

on the table from Caltech.

"You have been awarded

a full scholarship in architecture.

Your scholarship covers

both tuition and dormitory costs.

You will be required to perform

30 hours a week of work-study.

In response

to your recent inquiry...

... Caltech doesn't provided

freshman married housing. "

What'd it say?

-What are you doing?

-I didn't want the damn thing anyhow.

-You mean, you didn't get it?

-I didn't want it.

Oh, but still, you would've felt better

if you had turned them down, huh?

No, I wouldn't.

You're the world's worst liar.

I'm sorry.

Darcy. I want to talk to you

in my office now.

Wilma. Yoo-hoo, I'm home.

It's me, Fred.

Fred Flintstone. Your Bedrock lover.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

You don't like it.

Yeah, I like it. It's....

I'm just not used to it yet.

I tried on my dress today

for the prom.

I look like

a Thanksgiving Day float.

I also itch everywhere,

my ankles are fat...

...there's something hanging out of

my butt, the article's not going well.

And now I have to get a haircut.

Something hanging?

When you're pregnant, sometimes

you get hemorrhoids, okay?

Bummer.

-Oh, and I got fired.

-You were gonna quit anyway.

You know, I hate to say this,

but there's something else wrong.

-What?

-Your foot.

-What?

-Yeah, it's just missing something.

What's wrong with my feet?

For the prom.

No, I can't go to the prom. They'll

have to rent a bigger gymnasium.

You know, my chrie...

...if the shoe fits,

you must leave everything behind...

...move to the castle avec moi...

...and live happily ever after.

It fits.

So, what do you think?

I don't know. I can't see them.

-I can.

-And?

It's perfect. Just like you.

It's fantastic.

You've gotta see it.

It's a whole new approach to safe sex.

It's no big deal.

-It's a stuffed animal.

-It's not. You'll love it.

Darce, how you doing?

Remember, the tux turns

into a pumpkin at midnight.

-I owe you one, buddy.

-All right.

-I can do this, right? I mean, I can--

-You look beautiful and sexy too.

-Darcy, your hair looks great.

-Thanks.

You look so French.

It took me 10 minutes

to get out of the car.

-How will I make it on the dance floor?

-Simple. I rented a forklift.

Okay. Now, if you two

will just stand on the white tape.

Good, good.

Okay, kids, look at the camera.

We wanna look at each other.

I do this 100 times a night, honey.

Come on, over here.

-Look at the camera.

-Take the picture, please.

Looking pretty foxy in that tux, boy.

Darcy, hi.

I haven't seen you in so--

Oh, my God. You are huge.

-Honey, you are lighter than air.

-Oh, yeah, so is a blimp.

A blimp can't dance.

You know, I think this is the best

senior prom that we've ever been to.

It's the only senior prom

we've been to.

I know. That's why it's the best.

-I sure hope junior has your eyes.

-Oh, wait a minute, now.

-What?

-Who says this is gonna be a junior?

All right, what's the female word

for junior?

Well, they say....

It's....

I don't know.

-They haven't invented a word.

-We should invent one.

-No, we gotta invent a name.

-Right.

-What were we on last night?

-S's.

-S's?

-Yeah.

Sarah.

-Stewart.

-No.

-No?

-Stephanie.

-Sting.

-Oh, yeah. Definitely.

-I love Sting.

-Sting Bobrucz.

Sting Bobrucz, that's beautiful.

What's happening?

I think the baby wants to cut in here.

-My water broke.

-Okay. We're fine.

We're gonna do it

like the book said.

We're prepared for this.

Nice and easy, right?

-Okay.

-Okay.

-All right?

-Okay.

-Honey, don't stop.

-Can I have a painkiller?

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