Cara: Hey! Send me a Christmas card?
Kevin: I will.
Narrator: But, I didn't. After all, when you're sixteen, eight months is a lifetime. And time had moved on. For both of us.
(Kevin and Paul playing basketball)
Paul: My game.
Kevin: Want to play again tomorrow.
Paul: I can't tomorrow. I'm working. I got a job.
Kevin: (entering the livingroom) Paul, this is totally unacceptable.
Narrator/Adult: The rotten, no good traitor.
Paul: Look, Kev. I didn't have a choice. My father knows the owner of this restaurant, Mr. Chong.
Kevin: Wait. You're working at a Chineses restaurant? What are you going to be doing, chopping onions?
Paul: Well actually I'll be functioning as Assistant Manager. You know... organizing the kitchen,...supervising the busboys.
Kevin: Well that's great. I don't believe this!
Kevin: Come on. We're going to be working the rest of our lives. This could be our last great summer together, right?
Narrator/Adult: There. What could he possible say to that?
Paul: Well...If you want, maybe I can get you a job with me at Mr. Chong's!
Kevin: Thanks, but no thanks, Paul.
Kevin: No., really, it's fine.
Narrator/Adult: After all, ...if Paul wanted to squander his youth, what did I care.
Norma: Just sort out the junk and throw it in the trash. When you finish with the closet, I want you to start on the garage.
Narrator/Adult: Evidently, there was no end to this.
Norma: Kevin, ..if you're not going to have a job it's only fair that you help out with responsibilities around the house, right?
Narrator/Adult: And there you had it. The verdict was in. The courts had ruled. I'd been sentenced to June in hell - two months of hard labor, ...heavy lifting, chores. It didn't seem fair. It's not that I minded work. I just couldn't shake the feeling that out there...the world was full of adventure...romance. Memories!
Norma: I want you take Wayne's sheets to the laundry room.
Kevin: Wayne's sheets?!
Narrator/Adult: OK. Enough was enough.
(Kevin's first day at Mr. Chong's)
Paul: Kev? How's it going?
Kevin: How's it look like it's going?
Paul: Is something wrong?
Kevin: I thought you told me I'd be doing what you're doing.
Paul: Not exactly.I said I'll see what I can do on such a short notice.
Kevin: Well, thanks...for nothing.
Mr. Chong: (yelling in a Chinese) $%^&]$*&^&^&&&* %$%^! (Looks at the onions) @##$%^^^&^#. $**^$%?
Kevin: What did he say?
Paul: I think he said the onions need to be chopped a little finer.
Kevin: Just great!
Paul: Look, Kev... don't get discouraged. Tell you what - in a few days, I'll see if you can get moved up to noodles.
Mr. Chong: $^!*&!@#%&(. ^$%%^%&!
Mr. Chong: %^#$&&** . %&&^%%$%@!!!
Paul: Yes, sir!
Mr. Chong: (to Kevin) $#% %^ #%&!
Mr. Chong: ^$#$#. (Subtitle: Butthead!)
Kevin: We're calling in sick today.
Kevin: You heard me.
Paul: But we can't do that. (they take off in Kevin's car) Wait a minute. Where are we headed?
Kevin: North. To the lake.
Narrator/Adult: It took about three hours to travel the distance from drudgery to paradise. From hard labor, to summer memories. Sure, it was irresponsible. But deep down, I knew it was the smartest thing I'd ever done.
Paul: This is the dumbest thing you've ever done! You realize no one in the world has any idea where we are?
Kevin: So? It's part of the adventure.
Paul: I don't want an adventure! I'm an Assistant Manager. I want to go home.
Narrator/Adult: Face it, the guy had all the derring-do of a newt!
Kevin: Look, we came all this way so you might as well enjoy it. Besides, we're not leaving until we find her.
Paul: And how are we going to do that?
Kevin: Don't worry. I know where to find her.
Paul: Yeah, and where's that?
Kevin: Easy. The drive-in.
(they arrive at an empty drive in)
Paul: Well, at least we got good seats!
Kevin: So we got here a little early. Have a little faith will you. She'll show up.
Paul: Yeah, when?
Kevin: I dunno... When it gets dark.
Narrator/Adult: Yep! Nothing to do but sit back and wait for destiny...to take its course. Destiny...or one 6-ton bulldozer.
Cara: What are you doing here?
Kevin: Well, you know I was just ... I was...Actually, I came to see you.
Kevin: I missed you.
Cara: Yeah. I missed you too.
Kevin: So, uh...You think.. .maybe you could get off in a little while?
Narrator/Adult: It seemed like...my whole world was riding on what she said next.
Cara: I'll see what I can do.
Narrator/Adult: That evening, driving through the dark, surrounded by the sounds of summer night, I was certain I'd found what I had been looking for. Sure...Cara and I hadn't seen each other for eight months,...but somehow,...I sensed everything was right. It was - perfect. The night, the stars.
Kevin: Look how clear the sky is.
Kevin: Summer is great, isn't it?
Cara: I guess.
Narrator/Adult: It was like nothing...had changed. Well, almost nothing.
Cara: Did you get my Christmas card?
Kevin: Oh. Sure, yeah!
Cara: You didn't write me back.
Kevin: Well.. you know ...I'm not much of a writer... but I thought about you alot!
Cara: Kevin... Why are you here?
Kevin: I told you! I drove all the way up here to be with you.
Narrator/Adult: My God. Didn't she understand?
Kevin: You wanted to see me, didn't you?
Cara: Yeah. It was just kind of a surprise. I mean, it's been a long time.
Narrator/Adult: And the way she said that, the sound of her voice,...the look in her eyes. I guess I knew what had to happen next.
(Kevin leans in to kiss Cara)
Kevin: What's wrong?
Cara: I better go home.
Kevin: What? Why?
Cara: I don't know... I have to work tomorrow.
Kevin: Well, alright. Then I'll drive you home.
Cara: No. I'd rather walk.
Kevin: Cara, wait. Cara!
Narrator/Adult: The next morning I had made up my mind about two things. One...I was never going to spend another night in an Oldmobile...and two. Somehow, I was going to have to make this right.
Kevin: Listen. I'm sorry about last night. About not writing. And about... coming up here and...
Cara: Yeah, well, about that...
Kevin: Let me finish.
Narrator/Adult: It was time to tell her. I had a life, I had a job..I had a girlfriend...
Kevin: See, Cara -
Cara: Kevin,...I have a boyfriend.
Cara: We've been going out since February. I should have told you last night. I'm sorry.
Kevin: Well, that's great!
Cara: You think?
Kevin: Yeah. I really do.
Narrator/Adult: I mean, who was I to stand in the way of true love?
Cara: Hey! Send me a Christmas card?
Kevin: I will.
Narrator/Adult: But I didn't. After all, when you're sixteen, eight months is a lifetime. And time had moved on. For both of us.