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Season #4 Episode #9

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How did the interview go...

Cadet Slater?

Dad...

I didn't get in.

What?

What are you talking about?

I got a wrestling scholarship

from the University of Iowa.

I want to go there.

What about West Point?

What about our plans?

Dad, they're not our plans.

They're your plans.

I don't understand.

I'm talking about

your future here.

You planning on wrestling

for the rest of your life?

I mean, don't be ridiculous.

I'm gonna wrestle while I

get a college education.

And then what?

I don't know exactly

what I want to do yet,

but I do know I don't

want to be in the army.

Oh.

I see.

Well, it's your life, I guess.

Look, I'm shipping out tomorrow.

I've got to pack.

But, Dad, you weren't

supposed to leave until Sunday.

The state championship's

tomorrow.

I know.

Good luck.

I don't believe this.

One cheerleader,

and no wrestling star.

Mm-hmm. This is

one pepless pep rally.

I found her wandering the halls

mumbling, "please say yes.

Please say yes."

This is my last chance.

It's from Columbia.

Well? Open it.

I can't. If they said no,

my life is over,

but if I don't open it,

I still have some hope.

Oh, give me that.

Please say yes.

Please say yes.

You got in!

Look!

They said yes?

They said yes?

I got in?

♪ I'm going to Columbia ♪

♪ I'm going to Columbia ♪

♪ I'm going to Columbia ♪

♪ I'm going to Columbia ♪

Eww!

Sorry, babe. I'm in

no mood for love.

Screech, what's wrong?

I just got rejected

from my first choice.

Read it and weep.

"Fisher College for Women"?

Why did you want to go

to an all-girls school?

Easier to get a date.

What about you, Zack?

Did you make

that tough decision?

Uh, yeah, I'm going to...

[coughs] Yale.

What?

Oh, I'm going to...

[coughs] Yale.

Yale?

Did you say Yale?

Yes.

I got 1,500

on my S.A.T.S.

My mom made me apply.

Yale is a very tough school.

You've never studied

a day in your life.

So? I'll pick a day

and study.

I never thought I'd get in,

but since I did, I might

as well go for it.

Zack, I'm proud of you.

I guess you care about

your future after all.

Don't spread it around.

You'll kill my image.

Hey, come on.

Cheer up.

In an hour, you'll be

state champion.

It doesn't matter.

My dad hates me.

♪ Who's that guy

with the charming smile? ♪

♪ Who's that guy

who wins with style? ♪

♪ Tell us now

or tell us later ♪

♪ He'll still be champ,

his name is Slater! ♪

[cheering]

Come on, this pep

rally's for you.

You got to say something.

Oh. Uh...

Win.

- Yay, Slater!

- Yay, Slater!

A.C.,

my man, my star.

Today's the big day right?

Who cares?

Didn't go too well

with your father, huh?

Not at all. I told

him how I felt,

and he just didn't

want to hear it.

Look, sometimes the truth hurts,

but in the long run,

lies hurt more.

I'm proud of you.

Thank you, sir.

Good luck out there, and, hey...

kick some butt.

Hello?

Is there a state

champion in here?

Leave me alone, Zack.

I'd love to,

but there's somebody

who wants to see you.

Down and give me 20.

Dad? What are you

doing here?

You don't think I'd leave without seeing

my son do what he loves best, do you?

Actually, yeah, I did.

I was going to, but Zack

can be very convincing.

I used the old Morris charm,

said a few words,

and made Screech lie down

in front of his Jeep.

I'll leave you

two alone to talk.

Private Morris.

Thank you.

I'm glad you came, Dad.

So am I.

I just want you to be happy,

even if that means

going to Iowa.

Do you really mean that?

Affirmative.

I mean...

of course I do, son.

Now let's get out there

and wrestle!

You got into that college

for a reason, didn't you?

Maybe while you're at Iowa,

you could squeeze in

R.O.T.C.

Oh, Dad...

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