TV Guide capsule for Saturday, Feb. 20, 1993:

9 PM Who's the Boss?—Comedy

Valentine's Weekend continues.

Scene I: The Bower-Micelli kitchen, Saturday morning

(Tony and Angela have overnight bags. She's reading from a list to Jonathan, who looks impatient.)

ANGELA: And then if the fuse blows out—

TONY: Angela, he'll be fine. You've got your cellular phone and you can leave him the list.

ANGELA: (reluctantly handing over the list) Well, all right. It's just that Jonathan's never been on his own before.
TONY: Angela, we'll be right across the driveway. And Sam, Hank, Al, and Bonnie are right next door. And he is 17, not exactly a little kid.

ANGELA: I know, but still—Jonathan, are you going to be all right for meals?
JONATHAN: Mom, I know how to work a microwave. And a can-opener.

TONY: You're not gonna eat anything fresh?

JONATHAN: Does ordering a pizza count?

TONY: Gee whiz, Jonathan, are you gonna be back on the Crunchy Crawlers by breakfast tomorrow?

JONATHAN: Guys, it's just for one weekend. Not even a whole weekend. Just 36 hours. And next Fall, I'll be living on campus, at whichever college I end up at. You have to start letting go.

ANGELA: Oh, my baby's growing up! (She bursts into tears and gives him a big hug.)
JONATHAN: Mom, I'm not your baby anymore.

ANGELA: You'll always be my baby!

TONY: (trying to pry her away) Come on, Honey, let's let little Jonny go watch Saturday morning cartoons and we'll leave.

ANGELA: (to Jonathan) Don't hesitate to call, Darling!

TONY: What is this, One Life to Live? (She glares at him and lets go of Jonathan.)

JONATHAN: Thanks, Tony. I'll go watch The Smurfs now. (He exits to the living room.)
ANGELA: Is that show still on?
TONY: I think he was kidding.

ANGELA: I'm sorry about that, Tony. You know my emotions are heightened by hormones right now.
TONY: I know, but I'd like to heighten different emotions of yours.

ANGELA: Oh, in Mother's waterbed?
TONY: Yeah, and in her hot tub.

ANGELA: Oh, yes, Tony, about the hot tub.

TONY: You want to wear our suits or not? I'm OK either way.

ANGELA: Actually, Tony, I talked to my obstetrician, and she said that hot tubs are dangerous during pregnancy.

TONY: Oh. What about waterbeds?

ANGELA: They're fine.

TONY: (grinning) Good. Then I think we'll be spending most of the next 36 hours in one. (The phone rings. Tony sighs.) After this phone call.

JONATHAN: (yelling from the living room) Do you want me to get that?
ANGELA: (yelling back) It's all right, Sweetheart. I will.

TONY: Angela.

ANGELA: Tony, it might be important. And as long as we're still here. (She takes off an earring and picks up the phone.) Hello?

MONA: (in alternating shots, with the interior of a rustic cabin in the background) Angela, what are you still doing there?
ANGELA: (as Tony embraces her from behind and listens in) Tony and I were just leaving. What are you doing calling during your romantic weekend in the Berkshires?

MONA: I wanted to have Jonathan tell you about the settings on the hot tub.

ANGELA: It's OK, Mother, we won't be using the hot tub. It's not safe.

MONA: I've always found it perfectly safe. As long as you don't exceed occupancy.

ANGELA: Thank you, Mother.

MONA: You're welcome. Now about the settings on the waterbed—

TONY: (grabbing the phone) We'll figure it out. Thanks, Mona, goodbye, Mona, have fun, Mona! (He hangs up.)

ANGELA: Tony, that was a little abrupt.

TONY: Abrupt? Angela, we were planning to be there half an hour ago!

ANGELA: Well, it's not like there's going to be a lot of traffic on the way there.

TONY: With this family? It wouldn't surprise me. (Bonnie enters from the outside.)

BONNIE: (surprised to see them) Oh, hi. I thought you were at Mona's.

TONY: We're just leaving.

ANGELA: Bonnie, what are you doing here on a Saturday morning?

BONNIE: Uh, I came over to watch cartoons with Jonathan.

ANGELA: Oh, The Smurfs have just started.

BONNIE: Great. Have a nice weekend. (She exits through the swinging door. Tony looks suspicious but decides not to say anything, so that they can finally leave.)
ANGELA: Well, I guess we should go now.

TONY: (suggestively) Yeah, and I'm gonna give you the smurfing of your life!

ANGELA: Oh, Tony, that sounds so naughty, but I don't know what it means.

TONY: Me neither, but we'll have fun finding out. (The Look. Roll opening credits.)

Scene II: The Bower-Micelli living room, a couple minutes later

(Jonathan and Bonnie are watching TV, although not The Smurfs. The sound is just audible.)

BONNIE: So, um.

JONATHAN: Yeah.

BONNIE: Thank you for explaining about Jenny's kiss last night.

JONATHAN: Yeah. You do understand, I wasn't kissing her back.

BONNIE: Yes, I understand.

JONATHAN: Good. Um, Bonnie, if you just want to be friends, why did it bother you?

BONNIE: Well, she has a boyfriend.

JONATHAN: Yeah. Is that all?
BONNIE: And, well, I thought you liked me. As more than a friend. And then I see you kissing, or being kissed by, another girl.

JONATHAN: Right. But it wasn't my fault.

BONNIE: I know. Not that you owe me any explanation.

JONATHAN: OK. Bonnie, do you just want to be friends? (She sighs.)
BONNIE: I'm trying to figure that out. I mean, if only you were older.

JONATHAN: Well, I'm not. And do you really want to wait a year till I turn 18?

BONNIE: Well, yes and no.

JONATHAN: OK.

BONNIE: I mean, maybe we could go out now, not as friends. But not do certain things till you're 18.

JONATHAN: What certain things?

BONNIE: (blushing) Jonathan!

JONATHAN: Oh, those certain things. Bonnie, I never do those things.

BONNIE: You don't?
JONATHAN: I mean, not that I don't want to. But I've never had a serious girlfriend. And I'm not the kind of guy that would do those things, except with a serious girlfriend. Not that anyone has offered yet of course.

BONNIE: Me neither.

JONATHAN: Then you haven't, I mean, never?

BONNIE: Well, no. I mean, guys have offered. Like this guy I met on Spring Break in Fort Lauderdale three years ago. And I was flattered, but Sam didn't trust him and she looked out for me. She's sort of like a big sister, even though she's only a few months older.

JONATHAN: Yeah, she's like my big sister, too.

BONNIE: Right.

JONATHAN: Well, she is my stepsister now, but even before. God, what's Sam going to say if we get together?

BONNIE: I know. And your parents.

JONATHAN: Yeah. I mean, I wouldn't let that stop me, but it might get a little weird.

BONNIE: Yeah. Jonathan, about Sam—

JONATHAN: Do you think she'll be more protective of me or you?

BONNIE: No, that's not what I want to talk about. You see, Al has gone to Brooklyn for the weekend, to give Sam and Hank some privacy. And I kind of promised I'd clear out as much as I can in the next couple days.

JONATHAN: Oh. Well, you're welcome to hang out here. (They both look around the room.) In my empty house.

BONNIE: (uncertainly) Great.

JONATHAN: Bonnie, honestly, I won't try anything. I wouldn't even know how to try anything!

BONNIE: Me neither.

JONATHAN: Right. Well, we can just watch TV, rent some movies, order a pizza.

BONNIE: Go to the Valentine's dance?
JONATHAN: Oh, that's right. Do you still want to go?

BONNIE: Yes. I already told Sam and Hank I'm going.

JONATHAN: (surprised) You did?
BONNIE: Not with you. With Julia, to pick up guys.

JONATHAN: Oh, well, if you'd rather go with Julia.

BONNIE: No, I'd rather go with you.

JONATHAN: (grinning) Good. Wow, my first college dance! What do I wear? What do I do?

BONNIE: It's not that different from a high school dance.

JONATHAN: Bonnie, the last high school dance I went to, I took two girls. I mean as friends.

BONNIE: Well, it's not too late to call up Julia and ask her to join us. (He laughs.)

Scene III: Hank and Sam's bedroom, about an hour later

(Hank and Sam are in bed together, in the afterglow.)

SAM: Mmm, I never get tired of that.

HANK: Me neither. Even after almost a year.

SAM: Yeah. Do you think we'll still be like this when we're Dad and Angela's age?
HANK: Well, they got together a lot older than we did. But I think we'll still be like this even when we're Mona and Dick's age.

SAM: Richard.

HANK: Right, sorry, Richard. (They giggle.) I hope they're having a nice weekend together.

SAM: Yeah. That's one thing about being older, you can actually afford vacations.

HANK: I thought you said we'd spend the whole time in the hotel bed.

SAM: Well, yeah, but it would be nice to go someplace romantic with you.

HANK: We'll get there someday, Kitty. And look at poor Tony and Angela. They could afford to go away, but they're both too busy.

SAM: Let's never be like that. Let's always find time for what matters.

HANK: We've got time for that now and— (He lifts the sheet and looks at himself.) As for what matters….

SAM: (grinning) Of course, there's something to be said for being young.

Scene IV: Mona's bedroom, about an hour after that

(Tony and Angela are in bed together, in the afterglow.)

ANGELA: Mmm, Tony, you're so good!

TONY: Well, you're not half bad yourself, Angela.

ANGELA: Flatterer!

TONY: Was that position OK? With you in the seventh month now, it's, uh, getting a little trickier.

ANGELA: (nodding) I know. I think the waterbed actually helped.

TONY: Maybe we should get one for our bedroom.

ANGELA: Good idea. (looking straight up) But no mirrors. This one makes me look really fat.

TONY: Well, it's probably one of those "objects may appear larger than they are" mirrors.

ANGELA: (reaching for him under the sheet) Not all objects.

TONY: (startled but pleased) Angela, you're so smurfy!

Scene V: The bedroom of Mona and Richard's cabin, about an hour after that

(Mona and Richard are in bed together, in the afterglow.)

MONA: Wow!

RICHARD: Yeah! Mona, I have to say you are the best I've ever been with.

MONA: Well, Richard, you're— (She quickly calculates.) In my top five.

RICHARD: Oh, well, that's not bad. Considering.

MONA: Yes. And unlike the others, you can keep moving up the charts.

RICHARD: Good. Of course, I'd be happy to start at the bottom. (They give each other incredibly suggestive looks.)
MONA: You have a very dirty mind, Dick.

RICHARD: That's why you love me.

MONA: True. And because you take me away on romantic weekends.

RICHARD: This is nice, isn't it? Of course, I sort of miss your waterbed.

MONA: Well, it's hopefully being put to good use.

RICHARD: That was very sweet of you to offer your apartment to your daughter and son-in-law.

MONA: Richard, if there's one thing I'm not, it's sweet.

RICHARD: (kissing her cheek) You taste sweet. And you're sweet to me.

MONA: (uncharacteristically moved) Thank you.

RICHARD: And it was sweet to let them stay there.

MONA: Listen, Richard, after all the time and effort I invested in getting those two together, I'm not going to let their bungling prevent them from having a romantic weekend.

RICHARD: See? That's sweet.

MONA: If you say so.

RICHARD: One thing though. If you're away, and they're away, doesn't that leave Jonathan with an empty house?

MONA: Don't worry, the kid can work a can-opener. And a microwave.

RICHARD: No, I mean, he's 17. Do you all trust him to not have girls over?
MONA: Jonathan? Richard, you've met my grandson. He's like a male version of Angela at that age. Completely innocent. And completely nerdy. We could all go away for a year, and the worst that would happen is he'd OD on ordering pizza. (Richard looks skeptical, but decides it's not his problem.)

RICHARD: Speaking of, would you like some room service?

MONA: (reaching for him under the sheet) Yes, if you're providing the service.

RICHARD: You have a very dirty mind, Mona.

MONA: That's why you love me.

Scene V: Jonathan's bedroom, approximately an hour after that

(The camera pans slowly across the floor, from the doorway to Jonathan's and Bonnie's shoes and eventually the bed, as Jonathan and Bonnie cry out excitedly. Then it's revealed that they're sitting on his bed, playing a videogame.)

JONATHAN: Wow, you're good!

BONNIE: Thank you. Oh, I guess I shouldn't have beaten you at the game. Girls aren't supposed to do that.

JONATHAN: No, I think it's cool.

BONNIE: You didn't let me win, did you?
JONATHAN: No, believe me I was trying my hardest.

BONNIE: Well, good. (An awkward silence, as they suddenly remember they're in his bedroom.)
JONATHAN: Uh, so maybe we should order a pizza now.

BONNIE: OK. And thank you for letting me hang out here.

JONATHAN: Well, I like having you. Having you over!

BONNIE: Well, I like being here. I mean in the house. Not just your bedroom!

JONATHAN: Right. (The phone rings. They both jump.) Uh, I'd better get that.

Scene VI: The living room, a moment later

(Jonathan enters from the back of the set, still shoeless, followed by Bonnie, also still shoeless. He smiles at her and then picks up the phone.)
JONATHAN: (with pauses) Hello? Oh, hi, Ms. Grant. No, my mom is away for the weekend. May I take a message? Oh. No, I'm afraid she didn't want anyone from work calling her. But I'll see if I can have her call you. Sure. No problem. Bye. (He hangs up.) There's a problem.

BONNIE: Something to do with the agency? On the weekend?

JONATHAN: Yeah. Ms. Grant was working today, so that she can have Monday and Tuesday off. And she didn't go into detail, but there's a problem with her computer and some files.

BONNIE: Oh. Then I guess you'd better go tell your mom.

JONATHAN: I'd rather call her. (He looks around for the list Angela left. Then he calls her cell phone number.)

BONNIE: What are you going to do if she doesn't answer?
JONATHAN: Then I guess I'll have to go over there. (He shudders.)
BONNIE: Maybe you could slip a note under the door. Or— (He gestures that she should be quiet now.)
JONATHAN: Hello, Mom?

ANGELA: (in alternating shots we see that she's still in bed with Tony) Sweetheart? Are you OK? Is everything all right at the house? Tony, go look to see if there's smoke! (Tony sighs and gets out of bed.)

JONATHAN: I'm fine, Mom. And the house is fine. But there might be a problem at the agency.

ANGELA: The agency? But it's the weekend!

JONATHAN: Yeah, but Ms. Grant is there and she said that her computer has trouble opening up some files.

ANGELA: Oh no! And she's helping get the Anderson presentation ready for Monday!

JONATHAN: I'm sorry, Mom. Maybe I shouldn't have told you.

ANGELA: No, I appreciate you telling me. We need to get this solved right away!

JONATHAN: Uh, I know a little about computers. Do you want me to head down to Manhattan?

ANGELA: That's sweet of you but I need someone who knows a lot about computers.

JONATHAN: OK, well, good luck.

ANGELA: Thank you, Sweetie. Talk to you tomorrow.

JONATHAN: OK. (He hangs up.) Poor Mom.

BONNIE: And Tony.

JONATHAN: Yeah. I don't know if they can get a computer technician over there on a weekend.

BONNIE: What if it's an amateur expert?
JONATHAN: (surprised) You know about computers?
BONNIE: No, but Hank does.

JONATHAN: Oh, gee, I don't want to ruin his and Sam's weekend, too.

BONNIE: But this sounds important to your mom.

JONATHAN: It is. (He sighs.) Should I call him or should you?
BONNIE: Me? Sam and Hank aren't supposed to know I'm hanging out with you. And your mom would find out I'm here.

JONATHAN: Oh, right. I'll call. But if they don't answer, you have to go home and ask him.

BONNIE: How am I going to explain that I know about Ms. Grant's computer problems?

JONATHAN: Well, we'll wait a bit so that there will have been enough time for you to have dropped by and for me to have told you about the computer problems.

BONNIE: Uh, OK. Why did I drop by?
JONATHAN: I don't know, Bonnie! I'm new at this!

BONNIE: OK, just call Hank and then we'll go from there.

JONATHAN: Thanks. I'm sorry I yelled at you.

BONNIE: It's OK. You're under stress. I understand.

JONATHAN: You're much too sweet for me.

BONNIE: I know. (He smiles and looks like he wants to kiss her.) Call Hank, Jonathan.

JONATHAN: Right. (He punches in the number. He waits as it rings.)

HANK: (in alternating shots we see that he's still in bed with Sam) Hello?

JONATHAN: Hi, Hank, it's me.

HANK: Jonathan? I'll put Sam on.

JONATHAN: No, actually, I wanted to talk to you.

HANK: Jonathan, if this is about the puppet show, it can definitely wait.

JONATHAN: No, it's nothing like that. One of Mom's employees is working today on a big presentation for Monday, and she's having computer issues. And, uh, I remembered hearing, I think from Sam, that you're good with computers.

HANK: What kind of computer issues?
JONATHAN: Something to do with the files.

HANK: Oh, real specific, Jonathan. Thanks.

JONATHAN: I'm sorry, she didn't go into detail with me.

HANK: (sighing) What's the employee's number?

JONATHAN: Well, she's at the agency, but I don't know her extension.

HANK: OK, I'd better talk to Angela.

JONATHAN: Uh, I don't know if you should go over there right now.

HANK: I'm not going to. What's her cellular phone number? Sam, get me a pen.

SAM: (holding up a tube) Is lipstick OK?

HANK: (taking it from her) Sure.

JONATHAN: 555-9876. 203 area code of course.

HANK: (writing the number on Sam's neck) Right.

SAM: (giggling) Hank, that tickles!

HANK: It's OK, I'll lick it off after I call.

JONATHAN: Uh, I'll let you go now.

HANK: Thanks. (He hangs up. Cut back to Jonathan and Bonnie.)

BONNIE: So is he going into Manhattan?
JONATHAN: I think he might try to resolve this over the phone.

BONNIE: Oh, I was kind of hoping he'd leave the house for awhile so I could go home.

JONATHAN: (disappointed) You want to leave?

BONNIE: Just for awhile. I have to get my dress and makeup for the dance.

JONATHAN: Oh, right, the dance. Do you still want to go?
BONNIE: Yes, don't you?

JONATHAN: Yeah, I guess. It's just I'm enjoying hanging out with you here.

BONNIE: I'm having fun, too, but it is kind of weird being alone this long.

JONATHAN: Yeah.

BONNIE: Plus, I would like to dance with you.

JONATHAN: I'm not a very good dancer.

BONNIE: I'll teach you. (They grin at each other.) But first, let's order a pizza while we're waiting to see what happens with Hank and the computer.

JONATHAN: Good idea. (He starts calling the pizza place.)

Scene VII: Mona's bedroom, meanwhile

(Angela is sitting on the edge of the bed, talking on the phone to Shirley Grant.)
ANGELA: ...And then just rename the file. Sure, no problem. I'm glad it was something simple. See you Wednesday, Shirley. (She hangs up.) Sorry about that, Tony.

TONY: Well, at least Jonathan didn't call half an hour earlier.

ANGELA: (smiling) Right.

TONY: And I know you, you would've worried about it the whole rest of the weekend if you didn't call her.

ANGELA: True. And now we can get back to us.

TONY: Good. (He opens his arms and she starts to go into them. But her cell phone rings. They both sigh.)

ANGELA: I don't have to answer that.

TONY: Yes, you do. Or you wouldn't be Angela Bower.

ANGELA: Angela Bower-Micelli has different priorities. And I want to be Angela Micelli this weekend.

TONY: (as the phone keeps ringing) What if it's important?

ANGELA: What? Like losing the toilet paper? (They're both able to laugh, years later, over how he indirectly got her fired.)
TONY: We should go back to Mexico.

ANGELA: Without the kids and Mother this time?
TONY: Yeah. (The phone stops ringing.)

ANGELA: See? It couldn't have been too important.

TONY: Good. (They snuggle up.) Angela, how are we going to go to Mexico when we'll have two babies soon?
ANGELA: Well, we can wait a couple years, till I'm not so attached that I can't leave them for a couple weeks.

TONY: You burst into tears leaving your 17-year-old behind for a day and a half, and a few yards away.

ANGELA: I know. But I'm fine now. (Her phone beeps, showing someone's left a message.)

TONY: You want to check your messages, don't you?
ANGELA: Yes, so you need to distract me.

TONY: I'll give it my best shot.

Scene VIII: Sam and Hank's bedroom, meanwhile

(Hank is sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the phone receiver to his ear.)
HANK: (to Sam) She's not answering.

SAM: Well, it is Valentine's Weekend. Not everyone answers their phone.

HANK: I'm sorry about that. Let me just leave a message for Angela in case she wants to call me back.

SAM: And if she does, you're going to call her employee in Manhattan?

HANK: Well, yeah. I'm sorry.

SAM: Don't apologize. You like to help people. It's why you used to want to be a doctor, and why you're now a puppeteer.

HANK: I don't know that I'm helping that many people with my puppet show.

SAM: You're entertaining them. Laughter is the best medicine you know.

HANK: Yeah? Well, I know something that makes you feel even better.

SAM: Yeah? I'd like another dose of that, please.

HANK: Hold on. (into the phone) Angela, Jonathan called me about some computer issue at your agency. If you want any advice over the phone, please call back. Thanks. (He hangs up.)

SAM: And now we have to wait around to see if she calls you back.

HANK: Yeah, sorry.

SAM: (holding out her arms) Come here, Dr. Muppet, and make me feel better. (He grins and goes into her arms. They snuggle.)

HANK: This is nice, too.

SAM: Yes. But I seem to remember you promising to lick a phone number off me.

HANK: Oh, right. (He licks and kisses her neck, making her giggle and sigh.) Where's that lipstick?

SAM: Why?

HANK: I want to write War and Peace on you.

SAM: I'm not big enough.

HANK: Chapter by chapter. (She grins and reaches for the lipstick. The phone rings. He sighs and reluctantly reaches for the phone.) Hello?

TONY: (in alternating shots he's still in bed with Angela and she's listening in) Hey, is Sam OK? Angela's phone showed you left a message, but it wouldn't play back.

HANK: Yeah, Sam's fine. I was just calling Angela because Jonathan called me about a problem with one of the computers at the agency and he thought I could help.

TONY: Oh, that's nice of you, but it was no big deal. Angela figured it out.

HANK: Oh. I wish she'd told Jonathan.

TONY: Well, how was she supposed to know he'd call you?

HANK: Never mind. I'm glad it worked out.

TONY: Well, sorry you were bothered for nothing.

HANK: You, too.

TONY: Yeah, um, have a nice weekend.

HANK: You, too, Tony. (They both hang up before it can get any more awkward.)

Scene IX: Mona's bedroom, a moment later

(Tony holds out Angela's cell to her.)

TONY: Can you please shut this thing off?
ANGELA: But what if something important comes up?
TONY: If it's a real emergency, then Jonathan can come and get us.

ANGELA: (taking the phone) Oh, all right. But I am glad in a way that Jonathan called about Shirley's call, because even though it was simple, I wouldn't have wanted to deal with it at the last minute.

TONY: OK. But nothing else like that is going to happen this weekend. And if it does, Jonathan can tell you when we get home tomorrow night.

ANGELA: So what do you want to do now?

TONY: Well, I should probably cook you lunch at some point.

ANGELA: I doubt there's much in Mother's kitchen to work with.

TONY: Well, I'm pretty creative. And if I have to, I'll put on my clothes and go raid our refrigerator.

ANGELA: Why don't you leave your clothes off, skip lunch, and express your creativity in other ways? (He grins at her.)

Scene X: The Micelli-Bower kitchen, about an hour later

(Jonathan and Bonnie have just eaten half a pizza together.)

BONNIE: Oh, that was good!

JONATHAN: Yeah! Of course, I've never had a bad pizza.

BONNIE: Well, you know what they say.

JONATHAN: What?

BONNIE: (worried he may be even more innocent than she is) Uh, never mind. It doesn't really apply here.

JONATHAN: (confused) Oh.

BONNIE: Uh, I should probably be heading home.

JONATHAN: But it's still hours till the dance. And Hank's car is still in the driveway, so we know he didn't go to New York.

BONNIE: I know, but they're probably in their bedroom and won't notice if I'm home for a few minutes.

JONATHAN: OK. But I'll miss you!

BONNIE: Jonathan, you're getting a little clingy.

JONATHAN: Sorry.

BONNIE: (smiling) I'll miss you a little, too. But I'll come back as soon as I can.

JONATHAN: OK. Maybe we can watch a couple movies and then have the rest of the pizza for dinner.

BONNIE: Sounds nice. OK, um. (She awkwardly hugs him goodbye.)

JONATHAN: Can I kiss you?

BONNIE: Not yet. I still feel weird about this whole thing.

JONATHAN: OK, let me know when it feels less weird.

BONNIE: I will. (They let go. She starts to head towards the back door.)

JONATHAN: Not that way! Tony and Mom might see you!

BONNIE: Only if they're looking out the window at the right moment.

JONATHAN: I don't want to take that risk.

BONNIE: Jonathan, I don't like sneaking around when we're not doing anything wrong.

JONATHAN: I'm sorry.

BONNIE: I'll go out the front door.

JONATHAN: Thank you. (She nods and exits through the swinging door. He looks after her, then sighs, and starts putting the leftover pizza in the refrigerator. The words "To Be Continued" appear onscreen. Then the end credits roll.)