NARRATOR: In junior high school there were days when you felt like nothing was worth getting out of bed for.
[Music begins: "My Girl" by The Temptations. (It continues to play through the next few scenes.) KEVIN opens his eyes.]
NARRATOR: But then, you remembered ...
[KEVIN rolls onto his back, folds his hands behind his head, and smiles.]
NARRATOR: ... you were going to see her. ...
[Scene of WINNIE walking down the street. She gets on the school bus, smiling at KEVIN. KEVIN stands near the bus, smiling back at WINNIE.]
NARRATOR: ... Your day was gonna have all these moments. ...
[Scene of WINNIE walking down the hall, smiling at KEVIN. KEVIN, standing near his locker, smiles back at WINNIE as she passes and continues to stare after her.]
NARRATOR: ... Moments that were full of ...
[WINNIE looks back over her shoulder and flashes KEVIN one more smile.]
NARRATOR: ... possibility. When you were sure that something-- something ...
[PAUL, standing next to KEVIN, waves his hand in front of KEVIN's face.]
PAUL: [in background] Kevin?
NARRATOR: ... --was going to happen.
NARRATOR: And then, there were the moments that made you really, really ...
[WINNIE leans back in her seat, to reveal BECKY Slater sitting in the desk next to her. "My Girl" comes to an abrupt halt, with the sound of a phonograph needle being dragged across a record. BECKY leans forward and glares at KEVIN. KEVIN's smile dissolves.]
NARRATOR: ... nervous.
MISS WHITE: [off screen] Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
[BECKY continues to glare at KEVIN.]
MISS WHITE: What do you think the poet is trying to say?
[BECKY whispers something to WINNIE, and then WINNIE looks at KEVIN with a disapproving look on her face.]
NARRATOR: I don't know why, but ever since I'd broken up with Becky Slater, I felt uneasy whenever I saw her and Winnie together.
MISS WHITE: Throughout literature, we see images of women as avenging harpies driven by mad fits of jealous rage. In Greek mythology, there's Aphrodite, whose insane jealousy of Helen of Troy triggered a war which led thousands of men to gruesome, agonizing deaths.
[KEVIN looks nervously toward BECKY.]
NARRATOR: I started to think: a dumpee could really do a lot of damage to a dumpster.
[BECKY again leans over to WINNIE and whispers something.]
NARRATOR: A girl like Becky Slater could--
MISS WHITE: But is this a fair portrayal of women? Or, does it say something about men's fears and insecurities?
[WINNIE raises her hand.]
WINNIE: I don't think women are like that. I think most women, when their feelings are hurt, just get really sad.
NARRATOR: God, she was beautiful. And she was right. I wasn't being fair to poor Becky. After all, I was the one who had hurt her. And the sad thing was I liked Becky. I really did. We'd really had some laughs together.
[Flashback begins.]
KEVIN: So we were at the dance, right? And Paul, you should see Paul, he's doing the swim with Carla, you know? Only he's so nervous he's swimming like a sea monkey. He's like-- [begins moving his arms in swimming motions, and making funny noises]
[BECKY continues laughing.]
KEVIN: And then Carla? She's like dancing in Jell-O. She's like-- [makes more funny motions and noises]
[BECKY continues laughing.]
KEVIN: Kirk McCray, he's the best. All right, here. [turns up his collar, puts his left hand on his hip, begins snapping his fingers with his right hand, and speaks in a funny voice] "Hi. I'm Kirk McCray. If I'm gonna dance, I have to be very, very careful. 'Cause if I move too fast, girls that we know are gonna drop dead right down on our dance floor. Huh! [points to the floor] Ooh, there goes another one. Sorry, pretty baby."
BECKY: [laughing hysterically] Kevin! [throws popcorn at him]
KEVIN: Oh, and then there's Winnie. There's always Winnie, you know? She's like the ultimate Miss Priss. She walks up to you like this. [speaks in a high-pitched voice] "Hi, Kevin. Hi, Paul." [returns to normal voice, laughs] You wanna look at her and say, "What's the matter, Winnie, forget to take the hanger out of your shirt?"
BECKY: [still laughing, screams] Kevin!
KEVIN: Oh, and then when she dances, it's like, the Bride of the Mummy does the pony. You know, she's all-- [starts dancing funny]
BECKY: [still laughing, screams again] Kevin, you're so mean!
[KEVIN continues dancing funny, and BECKY continues laughing.]
[Flashback ends.]
[KEVIN, sitting at his desk, has a rueful look on his face.]
NARRATOR: Whoo-boy, I guess it was sort of mean. Some of those remarks were the kind of things that might look bad out of context.
[BECKY whispers something to WINNIE. WINNIE turns and gives KEVIN an angry look.]
MISS WHITE: Why do you think the scorned lover seeking revenge is such a recurrent theme in literature?
[BECKY raises her hand.]
BECKY: I think revenge is just a natural part of life. [turns and looks directly at KEVIN] When someone does something bad to you, you feel like doing something even worse back to them. [turns away from KEVIN] That's just normal.
[KEVIN looks nervous.]
KEVIN: Hey, Winnie.
WINNIE: Yeah?
KEVIN: How was your day?
WINNIE: Fine.
KEVIN: Well, just OK fine or good fine?
WINNIE: [sounding aggravated] I don't know, it was fine!
KEVIN: Oh, good.
NARRATOR: This was not good. Winnie was giving me the cold shoulder. I had a bad feeling Becky had told her somethin'.
KEVIN: [stops walking, and grabs WINNIE's arm to stop her] Winnie, did Becky say anything about me?
WINNIE: No.
KEVIN: You sure?
WINNIE: [sharply] Yeah.
KEVIN: Well, then, what's the matter?
WINNIE: [pauses as if considering the question, then shoves her books into KEVIN's hands] Hold these! [runs into her house, and shuts the front door]
[KEVIN walks slowly into WINNIE's bedroom, still carrying all her books.]
KEVIN: Winnie?
[WINNIE comes out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, with one hand on her stomach and a nauseous look on her face.]
WINNIE: I think I'm sick.
KEVIN: [sounding happy] Oh, you're sick!
NARRATOR: It was great! She was sick!
[WINNIE sits down slowly on her bed.]
NARRATOR: Becky hadn't told her anything!
KEVIN: [still sounding happy] That's terrible.
WINNIE: You should probably go.
KEVIN: Well, do you need anything? Do you want anything to eat?
WINNIE: [quickly] No! No, I'm not hungry.
KEVIN: Well, your Mom's not here. Who's going to take care of you? [sits down roughly next to WINNIE]
WINNIE: Don't bounce!
KEVIN: Sorry. [puts his hand gently on WINNIE's forehead] You got a fever all right. Uh, I'm gonna stay here until your Mom gets back. C'mon, let's get you under the covers.
[KEVIN and WINNIE stand, and KEVIN begins pulling back the bed covers for WINNIE.]
WINNIE: But I don't want you to get sick.
KEVIN: Don't worry. I never catch the flu.
[WINNIE climbs into bed, and KEVIN pulls the covers back over her.]
KEVIN: OK, what else do you need? You want me to turn the radio on or something?
WINNIE: Yeah.
[KEVIN turns on the radio: "My Girl" is just starting. (It continues to play through the next few scenes.)]
WINNIE: Kevin?
KEVIN: Yeah?
WINNIE: I have this ... this quilt that, you know my grandma made when I was little--
KEVIN: You have a blankie?
WINNIE: It's not a blankie. It's a quilt. It's very warm and I always use it when I'm sick, and--
KEVIN: Oh, oh, I understand. These things are very important. So where is this blankie?
WINNIE: In the closet.
[KEVIN slides open the closet door.]
WINNIE: It's on the top shelf.
[KEVIN reaches up and pulls down the quilt. He unfolds it and spreads it across WINNIE's bed. He sits on the edge of the bed and tucks her in.]
KEVIN: Better?
WINNIE: Better.
NARRATOR: Sitting there with Winnie I felt: electrified. Something was about to happen. Something big.
[WINNIE sits up, and has a very serious look on her face.]
WINNIE: Kevin.
NARRATOR: Wow! What a look! She was makin' my knees sweat!
KEVIN: [with anticipation] Yeah?
WINNIE: Kevin ...
KEVIN: Yeah?
WINNIE: I think ... I think ...
KEVIN: Yeah?
WINNIE: I'm gonna throw up! [gets quickly out of her bed and runs into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her]
[KEVIN watches her, then turns around with a broad grin on his face. He is beaming.]
NARRATOR: Yes! This was goin' great! ...
[Scene of KEVIN standing by MISS WHITE's desk, collecting WINNIE's homework assignment for her.]
NARRATOR: ... It was a magnificent stroke of luck. Winnie was sick for a week. I brought her her homework assignments ...
[Scene of KEVIN bringing WINNIE a bed tray with juice and crackers. They each eat a cracker.]
NARRATOR: ... I took care of her. ...
[Scene of KEVIN at the foot of WINNIE's bed, with finger puppets on his hand. WINNIE laughs.]
NARRATOR: ... I entertained her. ...
[Scene of KEVIN sitting in WINNIE's bedroom, watching her sleep.]
NARRATOR: ... We were closer than we'd ever been. And I was happier than I'd ever been.
KEVIN: [talking to himself as he writes] Chapters five and six, and answer the study questions at the end of each chapter.
MISS WHITE: [hands KEVIN a piece of paper] How's Winnie doing?
KEVIN: [sounding happy] Well, she's nauseous, she aches all over, and she's running a temperature of a hundred and one! [smiles]
MISS WHITE: [perplexed at KEVIN's happiness] Oh.
NARRATOR: Things were perfect.
KEVIN: Hi, Kirk! [waves to KIRK McCray]
KIRK: [unenthusiastically] Hi.
KEVIN: Hi, Carla! [waves to CARLA Healey]
CARLA: [angrily] Hi.
[KEVIN sees BECKY, who is talking to another girl, and stops walking.]
NARRATOR: Becky. I had to patch things up with Becky. I wanted the whole world to be as happy as I was.
KEVIN: [walks up behind BECKY] Hi, Becky! ...
[BECKY turns to face him, and starts putting on her coat. "My Girl" fades out.]
KEVIN: ... I just wanted to let you know that I'm really sorry things worked out the way they did. But, I'm really glad we're friends now. I really am. And, I just want you to know that I, I think you're great. Really great!
BECKY: Thanks!
KEVIN: Oh, you know, Winnie wanted me to say hi to you if I saw you. She's still sick, you know.
BECKY: Oh, I know, the poor thing. I'm gonna stop by and visit her on my way home from school today.
KEVIN: Great! That's really great! Maybe I'll see you there.
BECKY: Maybe. [walks away]
KEVIN: [calling after her] See ya!
BECKY: [looks back and waves] See ya!
NARRATOR: What a girl! I'd completely misjudged her, she wasn't holding a grudge against me, she was my friend. I had so many friends.
PAUL: [off camera] Sea monkey?!
[KEVIN turns to see PAUL, CARLA, and KIRK looking at him menacingly.]
PAUL: [angrily] You think I dance like a sea monkey?!
NARRATOR: Uh-oh.
PAUL: What's that supposed to mean, I dance like a sea monkey?!
KEVIN: Paul, I didn't call you a sea mon-- well, OK, fine, I called you a sea monkey, but I--
PAUL: Funny, Kevin, you're a real laugh riot!
KEVIN: Carla, you know how sometimes you say silly things that you don't really mean--
CARLA: [angrily] Like some people look like they're dancing in Jell-O?!
KEVIN: [stunned] Yeah, that would be one. Kirk-bo--
KIRK: [angrily] What's your point, Arnold?! You think I'm stuck up?!
KEVIN: No, I mean, I--
CARLA: Let's just get out of here, you guys! We don't need to hang around somebody like this.
PAUL: Yeah!
KIRK: Yeah!
[PAUL, CARLA, and KIRK all walk away.]
KEVIN: [calling after them] Aw, c'mon, you guys! You guys!
NARRATOR: You know maybe I'd been wrong again about Becky Slater. Maybe she did hate me. Maybe my love for Winnie had blinded-- Oh, no, Winnie!
[KEVIN suddenly starts running though the halls.]
NARRATOR: Becky was on her way over there! Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!
[KEVIN runs into BOBBY Jensen and stops.]
KEVIN: Oh, sorry, Bobby.
BOBBY: [angrily] I walk like a duck?!
KEVIN: No! I mean, could we talk about this later? [continues running]
NARRATOR: Boy, these people were touchy!
[The camera shows BOBBY walking away, with his feet turned out, duck-like. KEVIN rounds a corner and stops, seeing DONNA Holton.]
NARRATOR: Uh-oh, Donna Holton, did I, uh-- No, I never said anything about her.
DONNA: [angrily] I sing like a frog?!
NARRATOR: Except that.
KEVIN: Of course not. You can't believe everything you hear, Donna. Sorry, I gotta run. [runs through some doors into a stairwell]
DONNA: [in background] Hey!
NARRATOR: I never realized I'd slammed so many people.
[KEVIN runs into a HUGE KID.]
HUGE KID: [menacingly] My locker smells like a stockyard?
KEVIN: [slinking away] I'm gonna miss my bus, so, uh ... [runs down the stairs]
NARRATOR: Boy, you get on a roll and ...
KEVIN: [catches up and beats on the bus door] Hey!
[The bus stops and the door opens.]
BUS DRIVER: [angrily] I drive like an old woman, huh?!
[The door shuts again, and the bus pulls away, leaving KEVIN standing there helplessly.]
NARRATOR: Jeez, a little constructive criticism and the guy flies off the han-- Wait a minute, Becky ... Becky ... Becky was on her way to Winnie's!
[KEVIN starts chasing the bus again.]
KEVIN: [yelling at the bus as it drives away] Wait! Hey! Hey, wait a second!
NARRATOR: OK, OK, if I could just get to Winnie's before Becky had a chance to-- What did I say, anyway, Little Miss Priss? That's not so bad. A little something about forgetting to take the hanger out of her shirt?
[KEVIN stops, and looks at the Cooper house.]
NARRATOR: Great, great, no sign of Becky--
[BECKY comes out the front door.]
NARRATOR: Oh, man!
[KEVIN begins running toward the house.]
KEVIN: [out of breath] Winnie, I don't know what Becky told you, but whatever it is, it is not true!
WINNIE: [quickly] Are you saying Becky's a liar?
KEVIN: Well, no, but--
WINNIE: Because Becky's my friend! And I wouldn't want anybody to say anything bad about her if it weren't true!
KEVIN: Well, well, no, it's just that--
WINNIE: [yelling] You know, some people think that if you can't say something nice about someone, you shouldn't say anything at all!
KEVIN: Winnie, listen--
WINNIE: You know, Kevin, I just never would have thought that you could be ... that kind of person!
NARRATOR: Ooh, not "that kind of person."
KEVIN: Winnie, it was just a stupid joke. I mean, I didn't even mean it. Really, I didn't. I mean, you know me better than that. It was just to be funny. Haven't you ever said something mean about somebody just to be funny?
[WINNIE glares at KEVIN icily.]
NARRATOR: Eh, I guess not.
KEVIN: Look, Winnie, I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I'm really ... sorry.
NARRATOR: That was it. I'd hang my head in shame, I'd lay my heart right there on her blankie. She'd have to forgive me.
WINNIE: Well, don't tell me your sorry. Tell Paul and Carla and Kirk.
KEVIN: [confused] Huh?
WINNIE: I just know if you'd said something like that about me, I'd be really mad at you.
KEVIN: Oh.
NARRATOR: This was weird. Becky had told Winnie everything I'd said about everybody except her. But I wasn't gonna spend my teen years waiting for the other shoe to drop. I was gonna have it out with her. Nothing was gonna get in my way. Nothing.
[KEVIN stops and sees PAUL.]
NARRATOR: Certainly not my best friend in the whole world whom I'd ridiculed and treated shabbily, who was sulking around my locker trying his hardest not to look like he was giving me the chance to make it up to him.
KEVIN: Paul?
PAUL: [still angry] I don't wanna talk to you! [slams his locker, and turns his back on KEVIN]
KEVIN: Paul, look ...
[KEVIN walks over to PAUL, who turns back around to face him.]
KEVIN: ... I know I hurt your feelings and I'm really, really sorry. And I'm gonna make it up to you really, really soon.
PAUL: I said I don't want to talk to you! [turns his back on KEVIN again]
[KEVIN walks away while his back is turned, and disappears around a corner.]
PAUL: Anyone that could be so mean that-- [turns around again, and calls after him] Hey, where are you going?!
KEVIN: [stops and comes back around the corner] Oh, I'm gonna be right back, and then you can be as mean to me as you want. [walks around the corner again]
PAUL: Hey, wait a minute! [fuming] Fine, go!
KEVIN: [returns once again] All right. [walks over to PAUL] C'mon, c'mon! Slam me.
PAUL: Just forget it.
KEVIN: No, c'mon, lay into me.
PAUL: No!
KEVIN: Paul, I was mean to you, now you be mean to me. Imitate me. Make fun of me.
PAUL: Who wants to imitate you?
KEVIN: All right, fine, I'll imitate myself. Here. [clears his throat, then pauses, and appears puzzled]
PAUL: Well?
KEVIN: Well it's hard. Can't really think of anything I do stupid.
PAUL: Oh, yeah, right! Try the way you look, the way you talk, the way you walk!
KEVIN: Huh?
PAUL: You have those stupid chipmunk cheeks! And your hair? You look like you're wearing a cat on your head!
KEVIN: See? That wasn't so hard.
PAUL: And let's face it, you're not exactly Mister Coordination! You couldn't catch a football if your life depended on it!
KEVIN: Mm-hm, great.
PAUL: And that stupid jacket! You've never been to a Jets game in your life!
KEVIN: [starting to have his ego bruised] Uh-huh.
PAUL: I hate the way you sing!
KEVIN: [has had enough] All right, Paul ...
PAUL: Let me tell you, your breath is not--
KEVIN: All right, Paul! [pauses] So are we still friends?
PAUL: [pauses] Well, why would I wanna be friends with a guy who wears a cat on his head?
[KEVIN hears a locker slam, and looks up to see BECKY walking down the hall.]
KEVIN: [quickly] I gotta go. [runs after BECKY]
PAUL: [calling after him] Hey, wait! We haven't even scratched the surface yet! We could spend the rest of the day on your chin!
KEVIN: Hey, Slater!
[BECKY looks up and sees KEVIN. She walks away from her bicycle to face KEVIN and opens her jacket. KEVIN does likewise, facing her across the schoolyard as if preparing for a showdown. As the music continues to play, the camera flashes through a series of images: a long shot of BECKY, then of KEVIN; a closer shot of BECKY from the shoulders up, then of KEVIN; a shot of just BECKY's face, then of KEVIN's; and finally a shot of BECKY's eyes, then of KEVIN's. KEVIN begins to walk toward BECKY, and two tumbleweeds blow through the yard between them.]
NARRATOR: As I approached my nemesis, a million thoughts raced through my mind. Who was Becky Slater? What did she want? Why did she have to have such a good memory?
[KEVIN stops in front of BECKY and stares her down. She does the same to him.]
NARRATOR: I felt sort of like Clint Eastwood confronting my mortal enemy.
KEVIN: Becky.
BECKY: Kevin.
[The music ends as KEVIN appears not to know what to do next.]
NARRATOR: Well, that was about the extent of my Clint Eastwood. Let's face it, if you're not gonna shoot somebody in a situation like this, all you can really do is: complain.
KEVIN: [whining] Why you spreadin' all those stories about me all over school?
BECKY: I never said anything that wasn't true!
KEVIN: Look, Becky, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that we broke up, I'm sorry about the whole thing.
BECKY: Yeah?! Are you sorry you just used me to get to Winnie?! Are you sorry you just pretended to like me the whole time when you really just liked her?! 'Cause, you know, I really think that's a terrible thing to do to a person.
KEVIN: Look. I really liked you. I really liked you a lot.
BECKY: Well, whoop-tee-doo.
KEVIN: Well, what do you want me to say?! Does it make you feel better making my life miserable?!
BECKY: Yes, it does.
KEVIN: [taken aback] So, what are you gonna do? Go around and make everyone hate me forever?
BECKY: No, if you got some horrible disease, or got into a really bad accident, I'd probably stop.
NARRATOR: Well, good. Somethin' to look forward to.
KEVIN: Look, just tell me one thing: why didn't you tell Winnie what I said about her? Or are you just waiting for the perfect moment to completely ruin my life?
BECKY: What kind of person do you think I am?
NARRATOR: A vengeful harpy driven by mad fits of jealous rage.
BECKY: I mean, Winnie's my friend. I would never tell her anything like that. It would hurt her too much.
KEVIN: So, you mean you're ... not gonna tell her?
BECKY: 'Course not!
NARRATOR: At that moment, I found myself wishing it was possible to like two girls at the same time. Winnie would always be the love of my life, but that Becky was really somethin'. Sure, she had her flaws, but you know what? The girl had heart.
BECKY: Of course, I told Paul and Carla, and Kirk and Eric and Wendy and Cindy, and Kathy, well, Kathy Bedlow and Kathy Cianfuentes, and Tony and Bob and Sheila, and Nancy and Tom and Beth and THAT whole group, and Rodney the janitor, and ... [continues in background]
NARRATOR: My head started to spin with the implications of what Becky was saying. Suddenly, I felt really ... really ...
NARRATOR: ... sick.
[MOM, who is sitting on the bed at KEVIN's side, takes the thermometer out of his mouth and reads it.]
KEVIN: Mom, I feel terrible.
MOM: I know you do, sweetheart.
KEVIN: It's not the flu. I said some stuff about some people at school. And then, they all found out what I said, and now everyone hates me.
MOM: Well, honey, it can't be that bad.
KEVIN: It is.
MOM: What'd you say?
KEVIN: Well, I said that Bobby Jensen walks like a duck.
MOM: Oh, well, c'mon, that's not so terrible.
KEVIN: And that, Paul dances like a sea monkey.
MOM: You said that?
KEVIN: And, Winnie walks around like she forgot to take the hanger out of her shirt.
MOM: That's not nice.
KEVIN: Everybody's gonna hate me. [looks to MOM for consolation]
NARRATOR: I could see the thoughts forming in my mother's mind. Things like: 'Well, you made your bed and now you're gonna have to lie in it.'
MOM: Well, we all make mistakes. I think your friends'll forgive you. You want me to bring you the TV?
KEVIN: OK. [smiles] Thanks.
[MOM leaves, shutting the door behind her.]
NARRATOR: I felt so much better, I wanted to cry. ...
[KEVIN picks up a stuffed elephant that's laying next to him and begins playing with it.]
NARRATOR: ... How bad could I be? My mother still loved me. ...
[The doorbell rings in background.]
NARRATOR: ... But from now on, I'd be a better person. If I didn't have anything nice to say, I wouldn't say anything at all. If only Winnie would--
MOM: [opens the door] Kevin? There's someone here to see you.
[MOM opens the door further, allowing WINNIE to enter the room. WINNIE smiles, and KEVIN smiles back.]
WINNIE: Hi.
KEVIN: Hi!
WINNIE: I hope you didn't catch the flu from me.
KEVIN: [shrugs] Hey, I knew the risks.
NARRATOR: Very cool. Before you bend steel with your bare hands you might wanna lose Mr. Snuffles there.
[KEVIN quickly hides the stuffed elephant under his covers.]
MOM: Well, I'll ... leave you two alone.
[MOM leaves, closing the door behind her. WINNIE watches her go, and the instant the door is shut, she whirls around to face KEVIN.]
WINNIE: [suddenly enraged] Miss Priss?!
KEVIN: Huh?
WINNIE: Bride of the Mummy?!
KEVIN: Winnie it was just a joke!
WINNIE: A joke! [picks up KEVIN's jacket] I'll show you a joke! [puts on the jacket, and speaks in a deeper voice] "Hi, I'm Kevin Arnold. And I'm really nice to people's faces, and then I cut them down behind their backs!" Oh, are you sick?! Here, I'll take care of you! [sits down very roughly on the bed, and starts bouncing up and down]
KEVIN: [groans] Winnie ... [continues groaning in background]
WINNIE: What's the matter-- stomach feeling a little queasy is it?! Feels like the least little thing might set it off?!
KEVIN: [groans] Winnie, please ...
WINNIE: Maybe I should get you something to eat! Have some ... cole slaw ... liver ... fried squid!
KEVIN: Winnie ... [groans]
WINNIE: Oh, you poor thing, you're not comfy! [jerks KEVIN forward, grabs his pillows, and throws them] Let me fix your pillows! [slams him back down on the bed, puts her hand on his head] Oh, you have fever, you're burning up! That's OK, I'll help you! [rips the covers off the bed]
[KEVIN, wearing only underwear and a T-shirt, tries to cover himself with the stuffed elephant.]
WINNIE: Poor baby, now you're cold! Well here's your blankie!! [throws the covers in KEVIN's face, storms out of the room, and slams the door]
[KEVIN sits up slowly, with the covers still over his head. The front door opens and shuts in the background.]
NARRATOR: I guess that's when it hit me. Winnie wasn't going to forgive me for the things I'd said. It could only mean one thing: ...
[KEVIN appears from beneath the covers.]
NARRATOR: ... She wanted me bad!
["My Girl" begins to play. KEVIN, still holding the stuffed
elephant, gets out of bed, wraps one blanket around himself, and walks
over to his window. Looking out, he sees WINNIE, still wearing his
jacket, storm across her front yard and disappear inside her house. KEVIN
smiles. WINNIE then reappears, throws KEVIN's jacket into
her front yard, stares defiantly in KEVIN's direction, and goes
in her house once again. KEVIN smiles broadly.]