Lisa

Mary? Marsha.

Private sale at Maxfield's on Saturday.

Doors open at 9:00. Bring plastic. Bye.

Mary? Hi, beautiful, it's Andy.

Don't worry, I'm not cancelling.

I just, uh, want to ask you something.

Actually, I just want to talk to you.

As a matter of fact, I love talking to you

and seeing you and... Call me.

Hi, Mary.

This is Richard.

I'm in your apartment...

And I'm going to kill you.

-I love you. -

Ready?

I'm ready.

The question is, is Mr. Wonderful ready?

Look what I did, Tom and me on our date last night.

So you let him get to first base, huh?

Did he use his tongue?

C'mon. We gotta move our butts.

I gotta baby-sit.

Hurry up and close the door, somebody.

Why?

-Whoa! Rad shoes! -They're my mom's.

I can't believe she lets you borrow her stuff.

Why not? She always borrows my clothes.

Can you imagine my mother borrowing my stuff?

Your mom looks like what a mom is supposed to look like.

God, how can you guys even read about the candlelight killer?

Did you bring the film this time?

Yeah, but are you sure he'll be there?

I gotta be home by 4:00.

You'll get home in time.

We were too late yesterday. That's why we missed him.

Wend, you're lopsided.

Stop! -

Look!

I got it! Come on!

What...

What, are you guys crazy?

Hey!

Good afternoon, designs by Katherine.

Hi, Sarah.

Oh, hi, Lis!

Your mom just stepped out.

How'd your date go last night?

Not my type.

Nice, though.

A handsome hunk of a man, too. It just didn't click.

You should pass him on to my mom.

Yeah, that'll be the day.

So, who are you in love with this week?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe George Michael.

Beyond cute, huh?

Yeah, you better watch out for those guys

who bleach their hair and wear earrings.

He does not bleach his hair.

Ha ha ha!

I wish you two my best.

Look, I'd better go.

Could you tell my mom that I was home,

I picked up the dry cleaning, and I'm going over to Wendy's?

Mmm, check-in noted.

I'll talk to you tomorrow, kiddo.

Okay? Bye-bye.

Hi, guy, what's up?

Oh, you just missed Lisa.

I swear, that little girl is going to break some hearts.

What'd she say?

Oh, she's got a new guy.

A boy at school?

Ha ha! No.

George Michael.

Ha ha ha!

Oh, stop looking so worried.

She's just a kid.

What do you want?

Ralph, tell Wendy I'm here.

Wendy's not here. She's dead.

I killed her.

I'm the candlelight killer.

Get screwed, Ralph.

Wendy!

Ralph, get out of here!

Come on! I just got the number of the DMV in Culver City.

We haven't used them yet.

Adams. Vehicle I.D.

Hello, is this the supervisor?

Yes, ma'am. What can I do for you?

I've spoken to several people

who work under you,

and they've all said

that they didn't have the authority

to help me out.

That's why I've asked to speak to someone of your stature.

That's usually the case, ma'am.

What can I do for you?

Well, you see,

somebody hit my car

while it was parked.

Hit and run's a police matter,

doesn't come under this department.

Oh, no, no. It wasn't hit and run.

The gentlemen who did it

was very considerate,

and he left me a note

with his name, telephone number,

and a sweet apology.

But guess what?

I lost the note.

I, uh, I don't see how I can help you.

Well, the one thing I do...

You little dick-face!

Excuse me?

You little brat! Get out of here!

Are you still there?

Get outta here!

Uh, yes, yes.

That was... That was my secretary.

Um, as I was saying,

the one thing I do remember from the note

was the license plate number.

It was one of those personalized plates.

It was "want more."

Could you please run that for me?

"W-N-T M-O-R-E."

Does he have it?

I'm sorry, I can't do that.

I suggest you call the police.

Okay. Mr. Adams,

let me be really honest with you...

I haven't told you the whole story.

It wasn't my car.

It was my friend's car.

I borrowed it, and when she sees her car

and she sees this dent,

it'll be like...

Like a death in the family.

Ha ha ha ha!

Oh, you know, I would really like to help you out, but...

Mr. Adams, I understand the pressures

on a man in your position,

but no one will ever have to know.

If I hadn't lost the note,

I never would have had to call you.

Uh...

All right.

Thank you, Mr. Adams.

You really made my day.

Thank you, Magnum P.I.

And my parents say we don't learn anything from TV.

You know, Lisa,

we could totally be private eyes if we wanted to.

So what's my stud muffin's name?

Robert Travis.

Call him.

No. You call him.

No way, Lisa.

I mean, you sound just like your mom.

I sound like a kid.

Hello?

Oh, hi.

Um, how'd you get my number?

Friday night?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure, that sounds fun.

Lisa?

Eric wants to go out with Lisa?

Um, well...

I'll, I'll talk to her. Okay?

Okay.

Call me back. Bye.

Oh, my God, Lisa!

This is so unbelievable!

I cannot believe it.

That was Nick Rivaldi calling.

He called to ask me out!

He asked me out, I have my first date!

And Eric wants to go out with you, too,

which means we can double!

This is so exciting!

Yeah, just make the plans

for two years from Friday night.

You don't have to tell your mom.

You could just tell her you were coming over here to spend the night.

Yeah, and then she talks to your mom

and I'm dead.

Besides, I can't lie to her.

We tell each other everything.

You don't tell her about the scrapbook

and following guys.

She doesn't have to know about that.

That's not for real.

Lisa, come on.

I cannot believe

your mother's really serious about the 16 thing.

She's so cool about everything else.