Narrator: Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you're in diapers, the next day you're gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place, a town, a house like a lot of other houses, a yard like a lot of other yards, on a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is, after all these years, I still look back, with wonder.
Narrator/Adult: By that evening I'd come up with a plan: win enough money to buy out the resort and fire all the life-guards. After that: suicide.
Band Leader: It's your bet, amigo.
(Kevin looks at his cards: 3 queens)
Narrator/Adult: Not that I was going down without one last moment of glory.
Kevin: I'm in for twenty.
Band Member #2: Call.
Band Member #3: I'm in.
Narrator/Adult: Yeah, here they came.
Band Member #4: See ya.
Narrator/Adult: The lambs to the slaughter.
Band Leader: I'll raise ya fifty.
Kevin: Fifty? I don't have fifty.
Band Leader: No pay, no play. What's it gonna be?
(Kevin takes out his car keys)
Kevin: My car. Worth: couple hundreds at least.
Narrator/Adult: Well, 75 anyway.
[All of the band members are in again]
Band Member #4: Si Señor.
(Kevin puts his cards down)
Kevin: Read them and weep.
Narrator/Adult: It felt good. It felt like revenge against the world that had turned against me.
Band Member #2: Three kings.
Band Member #3: Straight.
Band Member #4: Full house.
Band Leader: Four jacks.
Band Member #4: Ooyooyooy.
[All of the band members laugh]
Band Leader: Well, whatta you know. The pot is mine, ha?
Old Man: Need a lift?
Kevin: Yeah actually. Listen, is there a bus station around here?
Woman: Yes, hop in.
Kevin: Thanks. Oh no!
(The person in the back of the car turns out to be Winnie)
Woman: You two know each other?
Kevin and Winnie: NO!
Narrator/Adult: Great. All the Chevies in all the world, she has to walk into mine.
Kevin: Winnie, would you mind moving your stuff over?
Winnie: Yes, I'd mind.
Kevin: Fine. Fine, I don't care.
Woman: Lovely afternoon, isn't it? Would anybody like some music?
Winnie: No thank you.
Kevin: So, what happened? You ran out of bathing suits?
Winnie: Can it.
Kevin: Or did mister Muscles find himself a new squeeze?
Winnie: I got fired.
Kevin: What, did they fire you?
Winnie: Because of you.
Kevin: Well, congratulations. Who would have ever thought little miss two-time would get a dose of her own...
Winnie: Oh, you're really something, you know that? You are absolutely contemptible.
Kevin: Me? What about you?
Winnie: That's it. Stop the car, I'm getting out.
Kevin: Oh no. No, I'M getting out.
Winnie: Fine, then get out!
Kevin: No. No, YOU get out. I'm staying here.
Winnie: I'm not speaking to you.
Kevin: I don't care. No skin off my nose.
(Winnie starts to cry)
Kevin: Oh man, do you have to do that?
Winnie: Do what?
Kevin: Do you have to cry like that?
Winnie: I'm not crying...And I'm not a tramp.
Kevin: Hey, if the shoe fits, right?
Winnie: Oh, like you never looked at somebody else?
Kevin: What are you talking about?
Winnie: How about that girl last summer? At the lake.
Narrator/Adult: Wait a minute. Low blow.
Kevin: Who told you about that?
Winnie: You are so transparent.
Kevin: Oh, so this is some kind of a jealousy thing? Is that it?
Winnie: You're worse than transparent. You're a snake!
Kevin: Oh yeah?
Narrator/Adult: And that about said it all.
Winnie: Goodbye Kevin Arnold.
Kevin: Yeah, have a nice life.
Winnie: I hate you.
Kevin: The feeling is mutual.
Narrator/Adult: Once upon a time there was a girl I knew, who lived across the street. Brown hair, brown eyes. When she smiled, I smiled. When she cried, I cried. Every single thing that ever happened to me that mattered, in some way had to do with her. That day Winnie and I promised each other that no matter what, that we'd always be together. It was a promise full of passion and truth and wisdom. It was the kind of promise that can only come from the hearts of the very young. The town was in a festive mood. People were celebrating Independence Day. The next day Winnie and I came home. Back to where we'd started. It was the 4th of July in that little suburban town. Somehow though, things were different. Our past was here, but our future was somewhere else. And we both knew, sooner or later, we had to go. It was the last July I ever spent in that town. The next year, after graduation, I was on my way.
Kevin: Paul! Hey, Paul.
Narrator/Adult: So was Paul. He went to Harvard, of course. Studied law. (Paul sneezes) He's still allergic to everything.
Jack: (buys a flag from a salesman) Thanks a lot.
Kevin: (to Paul and Winnie) Listen, I'll be right back. Hang on for one second.
Narrator/Adult: As for my father...well.
Jack: How are you doing?
Jack: Welcome home.
Narrator/Adult: We patched things up.
Narrator/Adult: Hey, we were family. For better or worse.
(a pregnant Karen runs up)
Kevin: Hey, sis.
Narrator/Adult: One for all...and all for one.
Kevin: (touching Karen's stomach) Gosh.
Wayne: (points at Karen's stomach) Little Kevin.
Kevin: I'm gonna be uncle?
Narrator/Adult: Karen's son was born in that September. I gotta say, I think he looks like me. Poor kid. Mom, she did well: business woman, board chairman, grandmother...cooker of mashed potatoes. Wayne stayed on in furniture. Wood seemed to suit him. In fact he took over the factory two years later, when dad past away. Winnie left the next summer to study art history in Paris. Still we never forgot our promise. We wrote to each other once a week for the next eight years. I was there to meet her, when she came home, with my wife and my first son, eight months old. Like I said, things never turn out exactly the way you planned.
Jack: It was good. It was a good fourth.
Kevin: Yeah. So you're gonna be a grandpa huh?
Jack: Not bad.
Kevin: Grey hair and everything.
Jack: Yeah, soon enough.
Narrator/Adult: Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you're in diapers; next day you're gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you...For the long haul.