I am pleased to announce the names of
the four luscious young ladies you have chosen
to be this year's Spring Princesses.
Drum roll, please.
(DRUM ROLL)
Maria Semple.
Amy Ganz.
Kerry Kidnann. He's such a geek.
And my own personal fave,
Kelly Taylor.
Congratulations, Kel.
(GIRLS SQUEALING)
You know, I've, uh, never known a Spring Princess before.
Well, welcome to the inner circle of life.
So, do you, uh, think she's gonna win?
Win?
You know, Spring Queen?
Actually, I haven't given it a lot of thought, Andrea.
Are you, uh,
going to the school dance?
No. Are you?
Uh, no.
Personally, I hate to dance.
You do? Yeah.
I always step on people's toes, I have no sense of rhythm.
It's awful.
So, you probably wouldn't want to go even if someone asked you.
I don't know. Would you? Well...
I have fundamental ideological problems
with teenage social rituals
that basically do nothing but exacerbate fears of total insecurity
and inferiority over one's own appearance
while frenetically exploiting,
and I must hasten to add, distorting, the feminine ideal.
I mean, in an act which reaches its apogee
with the election of the Spring Queen.
Was that a yes or a no?
What was the question?
(BELL RINGING)
Well, Your Highness. Hi.
This guy giving you a hard time?
No. Kelly was just nominated Spring Princess.
She had to be nominated?
Nat, do you mind if I talk to Brandon in private for a minute?
In this place there's no such thing as "private."
What's up?
Brandon, do you have a date for the dance?
Nope.
Neither do I.
You're kidding. You don't have a date?
You don't have to broadcast it.
I don't get it. Dating's your life, isn't it?
I know, it is.
But out of all the cute guys at Beverly or West Beverly,
I've either dated them and never want to see them again,
or they're taken.
All of the cute guys, except you.
Well, thanks for the compliment.
So?
So, come on, it'll be great.
Oh, I--I don't know, Kelly.
I mean, I wasn't even planning on going.
Rented suits and dancing.
I know. I know.
Brandon, I promise you, we'll have fun.
I will show you a really good time.
Kelly, what are you doing here?
None of your business.
Well, you're just the person I was looking for.
Oh, is that so?
Well, I heard you're kind of dateless for the Spring fling.
Then I guess you heard wrong.
Who are you doing with?
Brandon.
Brandon who?
Brandon Walsh.
I thought you said you weren't going.
I asked him.
I didn't think you'd mind, man,
since you were going with Darla.
Well, I'm not.
Steve, Donna doesn't have a date.
Oh, great, that makes two of us then.
Well, come on, man, why don't you ask her.
We'll all go together. As friends.
It'll be cool.
Is that how you guys are going? As friends?
Well, we're not going as enemies.
Come on, man, why don't you ask her?
What can it hurt, huh?
Well, okay. I'll ask her.
But as long as she doesn't expect anything.
You should be so lucky.
Come on, man, fries are on me.
Brandon, call me. We have tons of details to discuss.
Okay.
Bye.
So what happened with Darla, man?
She cut me, she cut me deep.