sorry, he's hypoglycemic. hey, sabrina... oh, look who it is. farm boy. isn't this your aunts' friend that i met last year? if that's who i said he was. want to make something of it, farm boy? not really. i just wanted to tell sabrina something about the dance on friday. ooh! are we going to the dance together? mind if i throw up? what i wanted to tell you was that... ( bell dings ) i can't go to the dance. i have to accompany my dad i can't believe i forgot about it. i don't even remember hearing about it. okay, we're up to the "zs" and so far, every man we know is either married, busy or disgusting. several were all three. what's wrong with you? you've got a date for valentine's day. not anymore. i'm being equalized. ( gasps ) so i wasn't stealing, per se. i was just trying to help valerie. we understand, but it was still wrong. i took belgium once to help napoleon. big trouble. what do i do? i have to get rid of roland. you have to give back the things you took. i'll zap the dress into the store and some money into the pinball machine and goodbye, love