Buddy has an ambiguous relationship with a nerdy schoolmate whom Kate is training for a piano audition; Nancy begs Annie to teach her how to rollerskate, so she can go to a party with a handsome fellow lawyer (Ted Danson).
Written by Liz Coe; produced by Edward Zwick; directed by Edward Parone.
Timothy Wead: Henry Sagor.
Ted Danson: David Bartels.
Louise Foley: Audrey Pfeiffer.
Hallie Eckstein: Marci Murdock.
Julie Alter: Sylvia Greene.
Michael Convertino: Kevin O'Neill.
Kate: How's your audition piece coming? Henry: On some days, I think it sounds pretty good. On other days... Kate: What does your piano teacher say? Henry: I had to give her up. My parents said it got too expensive. They're saving for more important things, like lawn furniture. Kate: But something as crucial as the National Music Competition... You oughta have somebody coaching you. Henry: Like who? Kate: Like me. Henry: Thanks... But I couldn't. Kate: Why not? I'd be happy to help you. Henry: You would? Kate: Of course. Henry: But the audition's this Saturday. Kate: So we better get started. You be at my house around 6, that'll give us plenty of time. I'll give you the address. Henry: I thought of asking you before, but... I chickened out. Kate: You must learn to be brave, Henry. Henry: Me, brave? I've only taken a risk once in my life. I did a recital with a slow page-turner.
David: Hi. Aren't you Nancy Maitland, of Maxwell, Duncan, and Young? Nancy: If you know my Social Security number, too, I'm really in trouble. David: I'm David Bartels. Nancy: Uh, hi. David: Am I interrupting anything? Nancy: It's my brother. David: Well, I've seen you at the office before, I've just never had the courage to talk to you. Nancy: You're wearing skates, and you say you lack courage? I don't buy that. David: I'm practising for that party Thursday night. Are you going? Willie (returning): Oh, she wouldn't miss it for anything! David: Well, great! Willie: I'm sorry. I'm Willie Lawrence. I'm Nancy's brother. David: Nice to meet you, Willie. Well, if I'm late to court, they take away my skates. I'll see you at the party, Nancy. Nice meeting you. Willie: Nice to meet you. [David skates off] Nancy: I can't possibly go to that party! I haven't been on skates in twenty years. Willie: Well, just look at it this way: the Wright brothers had never flown...
Annie: What's this stuff called, anyway? Kate: Chicken Cacciatore. Why do you ask? Annie: So I never order it in a restaurant. Kate: After that, you may never be in a restaurant. Why so quiet, Buddy? Annie: Her date for the Sadie Hawkins Day dance cancelled. He had mono, and you know how you get tha-at... Kate: Why don't you invite someone else? Buddy: Anyone who's anyone is already going. Annie: You should go alone. Buddy: I'd rather die. Annie: Then you wouldn't need a date. [pushing her plate away] Let's save the rest of this for Doug. Buddy: How come we're eating at five? Kate: Oh, I'm sorry it's so early. I have company coming. Annie: Who? Kate: A student I'm preparing for the National Music Competition. Buddy: Anyone I'd know? Kate: His name's Henry Sagor. Buddy: Oh, no. You didn't tell anyone, did you? Kate: Why? Buddy: I don't want anyone to think he's coming over to see me. Kate: Buddy, for Pete's sake! Buddy: Henry Sagor's a nerd. Kate: Would you care to translate that? Annie: Someone of your vintage, Kate, might've called him a... drip. Kate: I can assure you: at no time in my life -- however long -- would I have called Henry any such thing. He's a wonderful musician, and a charming young man. I've never met anyone quite like him. Buddy (rolling her eyes): Me neither. Kate: You know, your standards leave something to be desired. There's more to life than high-school dances. Annie: Like what? Kate: You get more like your sister every day. Annie: Thank you! Buddy: She didn't mean it as a compliment.
Buddy: My mom always wanted one of us to play the piano. Henry: My mom always wanted one of us to play football. Buddy: How many kids are there in your family? Henry: One. [Buddy is so stunned by this witticism that she drops her books; Henry helps her pick them up] Henry: Oh, you're reading A Portrait Of the Artist As a Young Man. Buddy: I'm trying. Henry: Once you get into it, you'll love it. But, because James Joyce is different, you have to give him a chance. Buddy: Yeah, my mom said that about liver, too. Henry: And now you like it? Buddy: No. But James Joyce has got to be better than liver.