Mirror Mirror

[Loud sound, disconcerting music]

Forgive me.

I can't seem to get it open.

[Another offscreen woman's voice] - Here let me help you.

It's stuck.

Let's try this.

Now pull!

Look at all this junk.

What do we have here?

Poor old soul!

Locked up alone in this house all those years.

- I don't think you're gonna get much for this.

[Furniture clattering against ground] - Be careful with that!

- The new owners move in tomorrow and there's still so much more to do.

Don't you worry, hunny...

I'll see that everything is out of here by then.

Oh look!

She kept a diary.

- Diary? Oh that's fascinating...

Oh, crazy as a loon you know...

Poor old soul, God bless her.

Now I'm late!

I have an appointment on the westside and I still have to pick up the babysitter.

- Well don't you worry, I'll take care of this mess.

You go on ahead.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure! Go on!

God bless.

Yes... Well thank you!

Hmm...

Oh!

When you're finished loadingbring everything to my store...

The address is on this card...

And I'll meet you there.

- Now the house is still in good shape, Mrs. Gordon.

But since you've decided to move in so quickly...

I took the liberty of asking the cleaning crew...

to stay on a few days to help out.

Now most everything is done... except for the living room...

And they should be done with that in a couple weeks!

Megan...

Don't you just love it here?

I loved it where we were.

- So much bigger when it's empty.

Come on boys!

Is... uh...

there an ashtray someplace?

Oh... there must be.

Megan please stand up straight.

You know...

I get such a strong feeling from this house.

I think...

Everything is going to be different now.

Where's my room?

- I hope you don't mind this heat wave we're having.

What did I tell you?

See!

This room is perfect for you.

Don't you think so, Mrs. Perfili?

Yes, it is.

Oh I'm sorry...

I thought all that had been taken away.

- You don't want that in your room.

- Of course not! I'll make sure someone comes to pick it up.

It looks like it belongs here.

- It's part of the Weatherworth estate.

I like it.

- Well... if it's alright with your mother

I could arrange for you to buy it.

- Let's just look at the rest of the house.

Can I?

What?

Fine.

Get out!

- I uh... think you're gonna like your new school, Megan.

It's the best private school in the state!

I don't believe this.

Alright, so...

Her father owns his own advertising company...

I mean the guy's a bigshot.

- Well he must think she's running for president of the United States then...

Just look at this.

- Come on what are you worried about? What are you worried about?

- I'm worried about winning, Ron!

- Alright, can I say something? You know what... you know what's wrong? With you...

- No, please tell me. - I will, I'll give it right to you.

It's... it's...

It's your priorities.

See, I should be the most important thing in your life.

- Oh... - Me.

Now I'm really worried.

- Look, you are gonna be a great president...

and everybody knows that...

A great little president... great dictator.

Look, what, what does Charleen got? Nothing... she's...

Nice knockers and that's it!

Don't look at her boobs!

Nikki!

I saw your posters...

They're... cute.

- And I saw yours, Charleen... they're uh... big.

Kim is handling everything.

Oh how nice.

What's next, Kim? Uh... billboards all over town?

- No, that won't be necessary. I have a much better idea.

What idea is that?

You're not gonna wear a bra from now on?

- That wouldn't be fair to Nikki.

Girls.

Oh my god!

Sorry... I'm late.

Let me... take a wild guess...

You're the new student from L.A.?

Admission slip? Please.

Come, come, come, come.

- Give me a break... punk is out!

- Megan Gordon. Take a seat.

Oh she killed him!

- She's already dressed for a funeral.

- Could I have a little quiet please!

I'm trying to teach a class here...

I'll get her.

- Hey you shouldn't take it personally, those guys would laugh at plane crashes.

Seriously, you shouldn't give a shit about this.

My name's Nikki Chandler. - Hi. - Hi.

- I brought youyour things. - Thanks.

Sure.

You moved into the Weatherworth house didn't you?

I babysit for Mrs. Perfili.

Look, why don't you give me your schedule and I can show you where your classes are?

Here we go.

Hmm...

Well we've got gym together.

Come on let's go.

My parents are divorced... and uh...

I live with my dad...

And he works a lot...

And when he's not working all he does is watch TV.

He's a real nutcase.

You should meet my mom.

- How long have your parents been divorced?

- It's your serve. - Ok!

My dad died four months ago.

I'm sorry...

Yea...

Why'd you guys move out here?

- My mom's psychiatrist advised it.

Psychiatrist?

Sounds very Beverly Hills.

- Yea... my is... very, very Beverly Hills.

Ok, everybody in!

Into Algebra...

- No, I'm not feeling better Doctor Tobin...

I'm still not sleeping well at night... and my head hurts all the time!

And I'm hot... I just feel kinda hot!

How do I know how the dogs are adjusting, Dr. Tobin? I've only had them two weeks!

Megan's fine.

I know she's shy.

Doctor...

I'm trying to tell you how I feel!

Really?

Don't you think it's a little soon to just...

Make new friends?