Saved by the Bell

The Bayside Costume Ball is this week

and I plan to be chosen king.

And guess who I want as my queen.

Hi, Zack.

That is not my queen. That's the royal doofus.

There's my queen.

Kelly, thou art more hotteth today than usual.

Thank you, Zacketh. Why are we talking like thiseth?

It could be an overbite. You might need braces.

No, it's 'cause we're going to the costume ball as Romeo and Juliet.

I can't wait to see you in those tights, Preppie.

Oh, yeah? What are you going as?

We're going as history's greatest lovers.

You're going as Sonny and Cher?

No. We're going as Cleopatra and Marc Antony.

Those guys wore mini-skirts, Slater. Better shave your legs.

Hey, we got to talk, Jessie.

Zack, I don't think I can go. I mean, costumes are expensive

and money's really tight at home. I should look for a job.

Kelly, they're looking for a waitress at The Max.

- Great, I'll go during lunch. - Okay. You get the job

and I'll get the costumes.

I'm going as Mel Gibson.

It'll be easier getting a date.

Why don't you go as The Invisible Man?

I would, but I don't know what he looks like.

You guys, we better go. Don't forget our band

is practicing after school today. Bye.

Oh, no. If I get a job, I won't be able to play in the band.

Oh, that's okay, Kelly. Getting a job is more important.

Okay.

- You all finished? - Yes, sir.

Please call me Jeff. Sir makes me feel like I'm losing my hair.

Okay. Little smiley faces in the O's.

I've never seen that before. Nice.

I'm a happy person.

I'm also very punctual. Well, I'm late sometimes...

only if I'm not in the bathroom first.

Okay. I'll stay out of the bathroom.

I also have a very pleasant attitude.

Most people like me. I'm usually very up.

- Aren't you gonna write that down? - Oh. Sorry.

"Often perky."

How come I haven't seen you here before?

I just transferred here from Michigan.

- I'm a sophomore over at UCLA. - Go Bruins! Did I get the job?

You seem like a nice girl and I'm sure you do a great job--

Then I'm hired! All right!

Pardon my perkiness.

I would love to hire you, but the owner wants an experienced waitress.

Oh, I have experience. I come from a big family.

I set and clear the dinner-table for nine people, three times a week

and I don't spill a thing. Please.

Okay. I'll take a chance. I'll hire you on a probationary basis.

Oh, thank you-- thank you. You won't regret this.

- What does that mean? - It means, we'll try it out

for a couple of days and if you do well, the job is yours.

Oh, it'll be great. I promise.

Today doesn't count, does it?

And don't forget, this year,

no Mr. Belding costumes.

Mrs. Belding gets confused easily.

Oh-- oh-- oh.

And all the boys who dress as girls must still use the boys' room.

- Understood? - All right, Mr. B. Fine.

I'd like to discuss the coronation ceremony of the king and queen.

Hey, that's a good idea. Where should Kelly and I stand?

Behind Jessie and me with all the other losers.

Yeah, that's what you think.

All right, now. All right.

Lisa? Ollie? What about decorations?

Well, decorations committee hit a minor snag.

- What's the snag? - There are no decorations.

We have no money.

We were hoping to hang Screech from the ceiling.

Hey. I refuse to be a piñata again.

Forget it. Any extra money was already budgeted for a deejay.

Why don't we forget about the deejay and give Lisa

money to decorate the gym? Our band will play for free.

Are you kids any good?

Are you kidding? We're better than MC Hammer.

And I'd like to hit you with MC's hammer.

All right, all right. You can play but on one condition--

I get to sing one song with the band. See, I'm a rocker from way back.

- This sandwich stinks. - Waitress. Yo!

- Is there a problem? - Yeah. You.

Sid didn't order mayo.

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you asked for mayonnaise.

I want the manager of this dump.

You don't have to bother him. I'll get you a new sandwich.

And we're not paying for this garbage.

Is there a problem here, Kelly?

- No-- no, there's no problem. - Sweet cheeks screwed up the order.

I said I'd fix it. I'll even pay for it out of my tips.

Kelly, you know the rules. The customer is always right.

Until now. This order is to go.

And let me give you guys a little tip. Get lost!

I'm sorry. I should've handled that much better.

You're doing a fine job. Don't let a couple of sleazeballs bother you.

Here come a couple of guys I know I can handle.

All right, Kelly. You got the job.

No, I'm on probation. I have to prove to my boss that I'm a good waitress.

You're wonderful. He's lucky to have you.

Thanks guys. I even made $5 in tips.

Great, then you can pay for our lunch.

She's working, nim-wad. She doesn't buy our food.

- We'll each have a burger. - Okay. What do you want to drink?

Give me a pineapple-papaya- cranberry sparkler.

Or milk.

One cow juice coming right up.

- That's my boss. - Oh, yeah?

Don't worry, we're cool.

Kelly, you're the best waitress we've ever had at The Max.

It a shame to waste such great service on such rotten food.

- Screech, please. - Hi, guys. Is everything okay?

What a waitress. She serves french fries

just like a real French person.

That's why I hired her.

- I'll go put your order in. - All right.

- Are those friends of yours? - Yeah, they're just trying

- to make me look good. - They don't have to try very hard.

You already look pretty good to me.

Come in.

Forsooth, yonder sits my blue jean queen.

Guess what. I got the job and I made $22 in tips.

Hey that's great. Now wait till you see this.

Kelly, wiliest thou hangeth with me at the costume ball

and be my... Juliet?

Oh, Zack.

It's beautiful.

I don't know what to say.

Well, start with a yes followed by a long kiss

and I'll take over from there.

Zack, I really appreciate everything you've done,

but I have to work. My family needs me right now.

Every little bit helps.

Come on, Kelly. It's only one Saturday night.

What if I tip you? I'm a big tipper.

Zack, I just got the job.

I couldn't ask for time off this soon.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

Sorry. Was it me?

It's been you all morning. What's the problem?

I just can't stop thinking about Kelly.

I can't stop thinking about Denzel Washington,

but I'm still able to live my life.

Aw, I'm just bummed. Kelly won't ask for the night off.

Well, then why don't you ask her boss for her?

Hey, that's not a bad idea.

Excuse me. Jeff? Hi, I'm Zack Morris. Remember me?

Yeah-- yeah. Don't tell me. You're the pineapple-prune juice guy.

No-- no. I'm the medium-burger- hold-the-onions guy.

Also known as Kelly's boyfriend Zack.

Boyfriend? Kelly never mentioned a boyfriend.

If she didn't mention me, you must be working her too hard.

It's a good thing I came when I did.

- Why? What's wrong? - Well, we better sit down.

Gosh.

You see, Jeff, Kelly is an only child and this Saturday

is her father's birthday. Now, it would break

his already weak heart if his only daughter

wasn't there to help him blow out the candles.

Having a sick parent must be really rough on an only child.

Oh, man, it's the worst. You can't imagine.

Oh, I can. Especially, when that only child

has six brothers and sisters.

Oh, so that's who those people were.

I thought they were very short aunts and uncles.

Come on, Zack. What gives?

All right, look. Saturday is a big costume ball at school

and I want Kelly to come, but she's afraid to ask for the night off.

Why didn't you just say so?

- What, you mean you'll do it? - Yeah, sure. Why not?

Hey. You're a great guy just like Kelly said.