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.
Micky: I doubt it. I seriously doubt it.
Howie: It's true, ask Nick.
Nick: The girl did not wash her hair for six months. This big tick buried it's way through her skull into her brain.
Kevin: Hey, would you guys knock it off? I'm trying to rest here.
Micky: What's wrong with him?
Howie: Girlfriend trouble.
Kevin: Hey, would you mind your own business!
Howie: She's hanging out with king Eric.
Nick and Mickey: Oohh.
(Jack enters the room unexpectedly)
Jack: They...eh...said at the front desk that I'd find you back here.
Kevin: We were just leaving.
Micky: Yeah, we were just leaving.
Howie: Nice to meet ya.
Kevin: The guys.
Kevin: So what are you doing here?
Narrator/Adult: Of course, it was obvious. The old man had seen the light. About me, about him.
Jack: Your mother asked me to come. To give you these. (hands a paperbag to Kevin) She was afraid you didn't pack enough underwear.
Jack: Yeah. And, eh, she also packed some cookies.
Kevin: Well, that's great.
Jack: So, this is where you're living hah?
Kevin: Why? What's wrong with it? It's comfortable.
Jack: What are they paying you?
Kevin: They're paying me enough. You know with tips...
Jack: Look Kevin, I've been giving this a lot of thought, about what happened to us the other day and eh...
Narrator/Adult: Okay, here it came. A full and abject apology. The man was gonna crawl.
Jack: I think you made a BIG mistake.
Jack: You flew off the handle. You said some things, that happens. Anyway I want you to know that if...you wanna come back and work for me...
Jack: It'd make your mother happy.
Narrator/Adult: And that about ripped it.
Kevin: Look dad, I don't need you, I don't need your job and I DON'T need your stupid underwear. (gives the paperbag back to Jack) Got it? I'm doing fine here on my own okay?
Kevin: Yeah I know. I figured I'd masquerade as one of the guests. Think we could...you know...maybe find some place to talk?
Winnie: About what?
Kevin: Well, eh...
(Eric whistles and beckons Winnie)
Winnie: Kevin, I can't. I'm on duty.
Kevin: Yeah, you've been on duty ever since I got here.
Winnie: I can't help it. It's my job.
Kevin: I bet.
Winnie: What was that?
Kevin: Listen...Winnie, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I mean coming up here. Even though I know I encouraged it, but...when you get down to it...
Winnie: Maybe you're right. Maybe it wasn't a good idea.
Kevin: What do you mean?
Winnie: Maybe you should go.
Narrator/Adult: I felt like I'd been shot right through the tomato.
Kevin: Well...that's, that's not what I meant.
Winnie: Kevin, you said yourself that it was time to find ourselves, right? You said we should give each other space!
Kevin: Yeah, but...
Eric: Winnie! Whatta you say babe?
Narrator/Adult: And that's when I knew. For sure.
(Winnie walks away)
(Kevin grabs onto Winnie's arm)
Winnie: What, let go!
Kevin: I saw you. Last night, at the party. I SAW you. I came looking for you and they told me you were with them again. When I found you...you were kissing him.
Narrator/Adult: The thing is, I didn't mean to accuse her. I just wanted her back.
Winnie: You saw me?
Kevin: So I...
Winnie: I don't believe that you're spying on me?
Winnie: How dare you?
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.
Winnie: Here's what I think: I think this had to happen...today...tomorrow...some day. I mean it's not like we're kids anymore. Everybody grows up. It's not like Peter Pan or something...
Kevin: No, it's not like Peter Pan. It's just...somehow I'd thought we'd be together, you know.
Winnie: Yeah. Together forever.
Kevin: It's not gonna happen, is it?
Kevin: What was that? Hello? Did you see that? It's a horse! God, it practically scared me to death. Can you believe that? Winnie?
Winnie: (crying) I don't want it to end.
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.