Kelly. (screams)
Got your mosquito repellant all ready
for the big retreat weekend?
All set. Good.
What did Dylan say?
Well... about what?
Me being your trophy date?
I prefer the term "first lady."
Well, it's not his decision,
but we do have his blessing. Good.
I assured him that we'd be surrounded
by distinguished chaperones.
"Surrounded" is the right word.
The chancellor will be there.
Dean Trimble, leader types
from a dozen campuses. Mmm.
Wall-to-wall overachievers.
We'll fit right in.
What's that?
That is none of your business.
A little secret?
Yeah, a little housewarming gift for Steve.
Oh, in that case, spare me.
Okay. I've got to go.
We're doing "Monogamy"
in Lucinda Nicholson's class... Pro or con?
Well, I can't imagine her having anything good
to say about it, but I'll let you know.
See you tomorrow. Bye.
Ow! (laughs)
BRANDON: Gentlemen,
I mean, hitting up an undergrad for a grant to finish my thesis.
How's tomorrow?
Well, I'll be off with the brain trust
for higher education,
but you guys go ahead.
Okay. I'lLook, I'm sorry, okay?
It's not you.
It just seems like lately, every time I get something I want,
along comes Dylan with his money and...
Brandon, I'm not some trading card.
And I really don't like this petty jealousy.
Well, what do you expect?
We spend most of our time together
pretending we're not together.
Well, it's the same for me, but I don't turn green
because you slip out of town with Kelly.
Well, maybe you should, it might be nice.
I think it's time I left.
Brandon...
teaching hours out of the senior faculty?
Could be a major victory this weekend.
The dean's already on our side
and I think the chancellor's ready to cave in.
Hey, that was fast.
Well, Kelly and I worked him like a tag team
at the Regents' Reception last week.
I didn't know Kelly was on the task force.
She's not, she just came with me... as my date.
Your date? (door opens)
KELLY: Brandon, we're here!
Dad, explain the date concept to your wife for me, will you?
Parts of this may shock you, Mom.
(Cindy laughs sarcastically, dog barking)
Kelly is going with you
on the retreat?
That's that date concept again.
Oh, this must be the genius dog Brenda was talking about.
Hey, buddy.
Yes, we named him Rocky.
Oh, as in Rambo?!
As in Rachmaninoff.
He is a musical genius.
I'm sure he is.
So, Kelly, you're going off
to this retreat with Brandon?
Yep. It's getting so he can't leave home
without me.
DONNA: Mrs. Walsh, will you look
at this, please?
Here.
Good Rocky.
That is strange.
Jim, look at that.
Do you think he was abused?
No, but...
it looks like he was operated on.
Or abducted by aliens for some heinous experiment.
Ow.
I'm serious.
Do you think he's okay?
Well, he looks just fine,
but a visit to the vet might be a good idea.
DONNA: When will Brenda be back?
She should be back in about ten minutes.
BRANDON: Well, you guys will have to say good-bye for us.
We got to get out of here.
Bye.
CINDY: Bye! Have fun.
Yo, later, Rock-o.
Bye.
(door closes)
Want some orange juice?
Boy, when they said "relaxed setting,"
they weren't kidding.
Yeah, I'm having flashbacks to my summer camp days.
Well, you must feel right at home then.
Actually, I don't understand
what it is I'm supposed to do here.
Do what you do best, dear--
wow the chancellor, charm the dean.
Hmm, that's not what I do best.
Well, looks like seminar's till 5:00
and then fun and games.
Oh, it really is summer camp.
Look, girls' and boys' cabins.
It's all right, dear,
we'll only be separated for one night.
Oh, no.
They're having a square dance.
DEAN: Brandon, Kelly.
Dean, Chancellor.
Good to see you guys.
Glad we found you.
KELLY: Likewise.
Brandon. Isn't this place beautiful?
Yeah, I'm just waiting
for someone to start singing "Kumbaya."
(laughs)
Exactly.
CHANCELLOR: This is my daughter Clare.
Clare, this is Kelly Taylor and Brandon Walsh.
Hi.
You guys are totally opposite
of what I expected.
How so?
Well, my dad said you were very cool,
so, naturally, I expected the worst.
Kelly, I asked them to put you and Clare in the same cabin.
I hope that's all right.
It's fine by me.
I think he's counting on you
to be my chaperone.
And I'll be counting on you to be hers.
(both chuckling)