The Test

Danny: Deej, Becky and I need some help. We can't decide what to do on Friday's show.

D.J.: Why don't you do it about a high school junior who flunks her SAT's and ends up as a pathetic drain on society?

Kimmy: Too late, Deej. My brother Garth already sold his life story to Hard Copy.

D.J.: I'm really losing it. That potato looks like Joe Pesci.

Joey: (turns to Jesse and walks over to him) See, huh? See, I told you, you smart-Alec waxed bean head!

D.J.: Steve, you still love me, don't you?

Steve: No. of course I do, D.J. so you screwed up the test... you spelled your named right.

Kimmy: Oh, Steven, guess who got a perfect score and their name right.

Steve: Ooh, I love a girl with brains!

(Kimmy and Steve kissed on the lips)

D.J.: No! no! Get your hands off him! No! No! No! get your hands off of him! Get away from him.

D.J.: [after being woken up from her nightmare by Danny] Dad, it was horrible! I… [feels her nose, and is relieved that it isn’t covered by a red ball] There were all kinds of changes. I had the wrong pencils. The burrito talked.

Danny: Hope this was a dream.

D.J.: It was a nightmare. Dad, you wouldn’t believe it. I-I failed my SAT, and Kimmy got a perfect score.

Danny: You’re right. I wouldn’t believe it. Come on now, honey, we really have to go.

D.J.: Dad, I can’t. I can’t face this test. [hides herself under the pillows, but comes out a little] Can you write me a note to get me out of college? [goes back under the pillows]

Danny: [takes away the pillows] D.J., sweetheart, you really have to get going. This is a very important day for you.

D.J.: But you said it was no big deal, it was just a test.

Danny: Yeah, I know I said that. I, uh, I guess I just didn’t mean it.

D.J.: Well, then why did you say it?

Danny: Because I didn’t want you to be nervous.

D.J.: But that was making me more nervous.

Danny: OK, so I guess it didn’t work, then.

D.J.: No, not really.

Danny: I’m sorry, Deej. I was just trying to protect you. I remember in high school when I took my SAT’s, I was a wreck. I did the first twelve questions with an eraser.

D.J.: So how’d you do?

Danny: Not bad once I turned my pencil around.

D.J.: So I guess I just got to face it, huh?

Danny: Honey, you’ve done everything you could do. You’re prepared. You studied really hard. Everybody believes in you. I think what you have to do now is, you know, believe in yourself, and do the best you can do.

D.J.: Thanks, Dad. [They hug]