NARRATOR: There was a time when the world was enormous, spanning the vast, almost infinate boundaries of... your neighborhood - the place where you grew up; where you didn't think twice about playing on someone else's lawn... and the street was your territory that occasionally got invaded by a passing car. It was where you didn't get called home until after it was dark. And all the people, and all the houses that surrounded you were as familiar as the things in your own room. And you knew they would never change.
JACK: [angrily] I oughta sell this dump.
NARRATOR: [as KEVIN and WAYNE eat] Which is not to say that they couldn't transfer ownership.
NORMA: [confused] What, honey?
JACK: [to NORMA while wiping off his hands] There's dry rot. In the basement. The whole foundation could be going.
NARRATOR: [as JACK sits down at the table] After 17 years of cleaning out gutters, plugging leaks, and patching roofs...
[KEVIN looks at WAYNE as if they've heard this speech before.]
NARRATOR: ... my father had developed a philosophical view about residential living.
JACK: I oughta sell this dump.
[WAYNE burps.]
NARRATOR: Not that we didn't take him seriously.
NORMA: [smiling as she hands a cup of coffee to JACK] Have some coffee, Jack.
[JACK smiles sarcastically, almost scowling.]
NARRATOR: Nope, the best thing to do when Dad was talking real estate was to change the subject.
WAYNE: Dad, can I have a raise in my allowance?
[JACK looks up and glares at WAYNE.]
NARRATOR: That was one way.
WAYNE: [to JACK] Hey, you know how the babes are when it's summer. 'Take me here, give me this, give me that...'
JACK: [annoyed] Get a job.
WAYNE: [to JACK, as if the idea were absurd] What?
JACK: You heard me. You want money? Make it.
WAYNE: [looking at KAREN and protesting] Well how come she's not getting a job?
JACK: She's got other things to do.
[KAREN smiles at WAYNE tauntingly.]
JACK: She's busy with her graduation.
[WAYNE laughs, disgusted.]
KEVIN: [whispering to WAYNE sarcastically] Nice play, Shakesphere.
WAYNE: [threatening KEVIN with a fork] Eat it, dork.
[KEVIN laughs quietly.]
JACK: I oughta sell this dump.
NARRATOR: [as camera shows a shot of each member of the family] Around our house it was an old refrain. We'd heard it a thousand times before. And it was nothing to worry about. Maybe there was sawdust in the cellar, but all in all, my foundations were sound.
[KEVIN smiles as he eats his breakfast. The opening riff of "My Girl" by The Temptations plays.]
NARRATOR: Winnie Cooper - the light of my life, the cornerstone of my existence. She was...
HOBSON: Cheap, fake, and dependable.
[KEVIN turns to HOBSON, annoyed at having his thoughts interrupted. "My Girl" quickly slows down and comes to a sudden stop.]
KEVIN: [annoyed; to HOBSON] What?
HOBSON: [sitting next to PAUL and across from KEVIN] This.
[HOBSON shows KEVIN a ring.]
HOBSON: I'm giving it to Becky.
KEVIN: [thinks the idea is stupid] Why?
HOBSON: It's a tradtition. Everybody's gettin' one.
KEVIN: [still thinks the idea is stupid] How much did you pay for that?
[HOBSON laughs quietly.]
HOBSON: Nine bucks.
PAUL: Whoa. That's a lot of money.
HOBSON: Maybe. But you know what you get for nine bucks?
KEVIN: [sarcastically] A ring worth two bucks?
[PAUL laughs out loud.]
HOBSON: [not amused] Insurance. Summer's comin'. [holds up the ring] This'll keep 'em faithful.
KEVIN: [now thoroughly convinced of the stupidity of the idea] That's ridiculous.
[PAUL looks at HOBSON and laughs quietly, also thinking the idea is dumb.]
NARRATOR: Of course it was. Winnie and I didn't need a ring.
[Camera goes back to a shot of WINNIE, CARLA, and BECKY.]
NARRATOR: We had something... special.
[CARLA and BECKY walk off, leaving WINNIE alone.]
NARRATOR: I was hers...
[KEVIN looks at WINNIE and smiles. WINNIE smiles at him and begins to walk over to him.]
NARRATOR: ...and she was...
[BOY approaches WINNIE and they start talking. KEVIN looks at her, nervous and suspicious. Then WINNIE glances at KEVIN quickly as if to say, "This guy's a jerk. Don't worry."]
NARRATOR: ...mine.
[KEVIN sees the look and smiles.]
NARRATOR: All mine.
[WINNIE again gives KEVIN the look of BOY being a jerk, and walks over to KEVIN.]
NARRATOR: Not to brag or anything.
WINNIE: [to KEVIN] Hi.
[WINNIE sits down beside KEVIN.]
KEVIN: Hi.
WINNIE: I brought you some ice cream.
[WINNIE gives KEVIN a cup of Neapolitan ice cream.]
NARRATOR: Neapolitan?! I hated Neapolitan. But Neapolitan ice cream in a paper cup from the gentle hands of the woman I adored? Well...
[KEVIN opens the ice cream.]
KEVIN: [to WINNIE; smiling and trying his best to look sincere] I love this!
NARRATOR: And I did. The fact is, with summer on the way, things had never been better.
[KEVIN takes a bite of the ice cream and smiles at WINNIE again.]
JACK: [looking up at the ceiling, concerned] It's worse than I thought.
NORMA: [holding laundry, also looking up at the ceiling] Are you sure, honey?
JACK: The whole beam's turning to sawdust.
NORMA: Maybe we should call someone in to look at it.
JACK: Are you kidding? [looks at KEVIN] You know how much those guys charge?
[KEVIN stands and looks a little nervous.]
NARRATOR: Uh-oh! Dry rot in the cellar was one thing. [JACK walks over to NORMA] Dry rot in Dad's wallet was quite another.
JACK: [to NORMA and sounding serious] I'm tellin' you, Norm, we oughta get rid of this place.
[KEVIN watches them, concerned.]
NARRATOR: And suddenly, this was sounding serious.
JACK: [to NORMA] Cooper says the houses around here are goin' for three times what they used to.
KEVIN: Dad?
[JACK turns to KEVIN.]
NARRATOR: Seemed like it was time for a second opinion.
KEVIN: [to JACK] Maybe we should... get it fixed!
[JACK looks at KEVIN like he shouldn't be in the conversation.]
KEVIN: [nodding and smiling] It's a good house. It's our house. [looks up at the rotting beam] I like it.
NARRATOR: There. Simple, eloquent, AND... effective.
[JACK looks at KEVIN for a moment, then turns back to NORMA.]
JACK: Did Cooper give you the name of the realator?
NORMA: Yeah, I think I have it somewhere.
[KEVIN's smile fades away, and he looks worried again.]
JACK: [annoyed] Good.
[JACK looks at KEVIN, then walks up the steps and leaves.]
KEVIN: [worried] Mom?
NORMA: [reassuringly] Your father just wants to see what his options are, honey. It's nothing to worry about.
[KEVIN still looks worried.]
NARRATOR: Sure! Obviously there was no need to panic.
[NORMA smiles at KEVIN, then goes upstairs.]
NARRATOR: Now all I needed was someone to convince me of that.
[KEVIN sits down on the step of a ladder, not feeling any better.]
NARRATOR: Trouble was, that someone was Winnie. And I couldn't tell her. It wouldn't be fair. Why should she be forced to deal with that pain, that agony? Nope. The best thing to do was keep it to myself.
[KEVIN sits up; guitar music stops.]
KEVIN: Winnie, we're moving.
WINNIE: [sitting up and surprised] What?
NARRATOR: She, of course, took it pretty hard.
WINNIE: [not very upset] I think we could work it out.
KEVIN: [surprised at WINNIE's response] What?
WINNIE: Well... it might not be so bad.
NARRATOR: Seemed to me she was failing to consider the ramifications of all this.
KEVIN: Winnie, don't you know that it's impossible to survive a long-distance relationship?
WINNIE: Well...
KEVIN: [interrupting her] I mean, Susan Boludie and Jeff broke up just because they were put in different homerooms.
[Pause. KEVIN and WINNIE look at each other.]
WINNIE: I would feel the same no matter where you lived. I mean, it's not like it's your fault that your parents make you move, is it?
NARRATOR: The thing is, she was obviously trying to be supportive and understanding. But what I really needed was a heartfelt...
PAUL: Please don't go, Kevin!
NARRATOR: Right words, wrong neighbor.
PAUL: I mean, it just wouldn't be the same without you. [very concerned now] I don't know what we'd do!
KEVIN: [enjoying this] Well...
NARRATOR: Still, this wasn't so bad. I mean, if you have to go, it's nice to know you'll be missed.
KEVIN: ...I'm sure you'd survive.
[PAUL puts his hand on KEVIN's shoulder.]
PAUL: [trying to be strong] You're right.
[KEVIN looks up at PAUL.]
KEVIN: What?
PAUL: Kev, no matter what, I promise you that after you're gone, I'll do everything I can to take care of Winnie.
NARRATOR: [sarcastically] Great.
WAYNE: [disgusted] A waiter?
[KEVIN, sitting at the table, looks up from his homework.]
NARRATOR: Well, at least I wasn't the only one who was suffering.
NORMA: Wayne, your father went to a lot of trouble to get you this job.
WAYNE: I don't get it. I mean, what'd I ever do to him?
KEVIN: [to WAYNE sarcastically] What's your job? To scare away the customers?
NORMA: [in a half-hearted scolding tone] Kevin...
[WAYNE mock-laughs.]
WAYNE: [to KEVIN] One more word and you die, butthead.
[WAYNE hops down and walks to the table. KEVIN smiles and continues with his homework.]
NARRATOR: In fact, bating my brother was about the only way I could think of to turn back the rising fear that...
[JACK walks in the kitchen, closing the door behind him.]
JACK: OK, I just talked to a guy who's comin' over to look at the house tomorrow.
[JACK walks over to NORMA and hands her the buisiness card of the repair guy. KEVIN looks up.]
JACK: He'll probably take us for every penny we got.
KEVIN: [frightened] Dad, are you serious?
[JACK walks over and opens the refrigerator, then looks at KEVIN.]
JACK: You bet I am.
[KEVIN is very frightened now.]
NARRATOR: And there you had it. The death sentence. And worst of all, no one else was even beating an eyelash.
[WAYNE plays with a pencil and is not even listening.]
KEVIN: [yelling] Dad, you can't do this!
JACK: [surprised] Huh?
KEVIN: [still yelling] I mean, you haven't even asked us what we think about it!
JACK: I gotta ask permission to get the dry rot fixed?
[There is a pause as this sinks in with KEVIN.]
KEVIN: Then you're not selling the house?
JACK: [almost shocked at the idea] Of course not!
[JACK closes the refrigerator.]
NORMA: [to KEVIN] There. I told you!
NARRATOR: [as JACK sits down at the table] And suddenly the skies began to clear.
[NORMA walks over to JACK.]
NORMA: So who is this, anyway, Jack?
[KEVIN smiles, relieved.]
NARRATOR: Suddenly my fears had disappeared. The world was great. We were staying!
JACK: [to NORMA] He's gonna be working on Cooper's house after they move out.
[KEVIN looks up at JACK, shocked.]
KEVIN: Huh?
NORMA: [seeing KEVIN] Jack...
JACK: Uh... sorry.
[KEVIN looks at NORMA and JACK in disbelief.]
NORMA: [to KEVIN] The Coopers thought it was best if Winnie told you.
[KEVIN, blown away, starts breathing hard.]
NORMA: [trying to be supportive] They're not moving far, honey. Just a few miles.
KEVIN: [still breating hard and on the verge of panic] Oh.
WAYNE: [delighted to be making things worse for KEVIN] You know what the best part is? The Coopster's goin' to a different school next year. Across town.
[KEVIN is just staring at the table in disbelief.]
WAYNE: [in a funny voice] Looks like bye-bye, butthead.
JACK: [angry] Wayne!
[KEVIN gets up and runs out of the house.]
NARRATOR: I couldn't believe it. I had to find Winnie so she could tell me it wasn't true.
[KEVIN runs onto the sidewalk and then across the street to the Coopers' lawn. The guitar music stops. KEVIN sees a "for sale" sign outside of the Cooper house. WINNIE comes to the window that looks out on the lawn, and KEVIN and WINNIE see each other. A short, solemn guitar lick plays.]
MR. CANTWELL: [in a dull, monotone voice] The death of galaxies. The collapse of stars. The destruction of the universe as we know it.
[Camera shows KEVIN watching the slide show.]
NARRATOR: Somehow I understood just where this guy was coming from.
MR. CANTWELL: Here today, gone tomorrow.
[KEVIN, sitting at a desk beside WINNIE, glances at WINNIE.]
NARRATOR: My world was ending. The girl next door was moving away.
MR. CANTWELL: Poof!
KEVIN slams his tray down on the table and sits down across from WINNIE.
KEVIN: [angry] I don't believe this. I just don't believe this! How come you didn't tell me?!
WINNIE: [defensively] I didn't know.
[KEVIN looks at her, not believing the answer.]
WINNIE: [conceding] Not for sure. [now trying to be positive] Maybe it won't be so bad. We're only moving four miles.
KEVIN: [shocked] Four miles?!
NARRATOR: In 13-year-old terms, approximately the distance from New York to Paris.
KEVIN: Winnie, you're gonna be going to to a different school next year. Don't you understand what that means? [pause] We gotta do something.
WINNIE: [not optimistic about the idea] Like what?
KEVIN: Maybe we could... talk to your dad.
[KEVIN looks hopeful.]
NARRATOR: Sure! Sit down with the old man, state our case, lay out options, and...
[KEVIN's hopeful expression fades.]
NARRATOR: ...who was I kidding?
WINNIE: [needing reassurance] Kevin, we'll be alright, won't we?
NARRATOR: [as KEVIN looks resigned] I wanted to believe that. More than anything.
KEVIN: [looking for something positive] At least we'll have part of the summer together.
WINNIE: [halfheartedly] Sure.
KEVIN: [sensing something is wrong] Winnie?
WINNIE: We're moving in three weeks.
PAUL: [to KEVIN] Three weeks? This is horrible! You must feel like killing yourself.
NARRATOR: [sarcastically] Fortunately, my friends were there to help soften the blow.
[KEVIN, sitting on a bench, is annoyed by PAUL's comment.]
HOBSON: [as he opens his locker] Hey, Arnold! Heard the Coopster's takin' a powder.
PAUL: [defending KEVIN] C'mon, Hobson. Show a little sensitivity here, huh?
KEVIN: [to HOBSON and annoyed] Yeah, just lay off, will ya?
PAUL: [to HOBSON] Yeah. Kevin and Winnie are gonna be just fine.
KEVIN: [to PAUL, grateful for the support] Thanks.
PAUL: [to HOBSON] Besides, just because she's going to a different school doesn't mean they're not...
HOBSON: [interrupting] She's going to Lincoln?
KEVIN: [concerned, turning to HOBSON] Yeah. Why?
HOBSON: [ominously, trying to scare KEVIN] Nothin'. Except, ever see the guys that go there? They average six feet tall. They all play football...
[KEVIN listens, frightened.]
HOBSON: ...some of them professionally. And they surf.
PAUL: [not believing HOBSON] They surf?
HOBSON: And that's just the seventh graders.
KEVIN: [dismissing the story] Get outta here.
[HOBSON holds up the ring he's giving to BECKY.]
HOBSON: [to KEVIN] Protect your territory. Think about it.
NARRATOR: [as camera shows KEVIN] But I didn't have to think about it. Did I look like the kind of kid who'd let himself be stampeded by a dumb, mean-spirited little twit like that? Hah!
KEVIN: [pointing to a ring] I'll take that one.
[JEWELER opens the case and takes out the ring and its case.]
KEVIN: [standing up] How much is it?
JEWELER: 48 dollars.
[KEVIN takes out his wallet, opens it, looks in it, and then looks back at JEWLER.]
KEVIN: Got anything for $9.50?
[JEWELER puts the ring down and looks annoyed as he goes back to find another ring for KEVIN.]
NARRATOR: Thirteen is a crazy age. You're too young to vote and too old not to be in love. You live in a house someone else owns...
[Camera shows WINNIE's house through KEVIN's window.]
NARRATOR: ...but your dreams are already somewhere else.
[KEVIN opens the box and looks at the ring inside.]
NARRATOR: You face the future armed with nothing but the money you've earned from mowing lawns and a nine-dollar ring with a purple stone. And you hope against hope that'll be enough.
[KEVIN closes the box and walks away from his window. Guitar music stops.]
NARRATOR: By the last day of school I'd pretty much made up my mind things were gonna be ok.
WINNIE: [sad to be leaving] I'm gonna miss this place.
KEVIN: [trying to cheer her up] Yeah, well, it's not all that great, you know. I mean, I hear they got really great lockers over at Lincoln.
[They arrive at WINNIE's locker and she begins to open it.]
NARRATOR: [as KEVIN rolls his eyes] Uh-huh. And seventh graders the size of trees.
[WINNIE opens her locker and sighs.]
WINNIE: [dejected] I hate this.
NARRATOR: Ok, so she was feeling down. Fortunately, I was in the possession of a cure.
[KEVIN reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out the box with the ring in it. He opens the box and clears his throat. Winnie looks up at him.]
KEVIN: I got this for you. [short pause] It's not much, but... I mean, they had this really great one for 48 bucks... but, uh... anyway... it's stainless... and rustproof, and... I'd like you to wear it.
NARRATOR: [as WINNIE looks at KEVIN and the ring] It was kind of a big moment. Here we were - two ships, tossed in the storm. But suddenly through the clouds a light was breaking - the light of hope. The light of love.
WINNIE: I can't take it.
NARRATOR: [as KEVIN's expression goes from happy to startled] And then the lights went out.
KEVIN: [taken aback and confused] Beg your pardon?
WINNIE: I can't wear it.
NARRATOR: [as KEVIN tries to think of something to say] Some thoughts that sprang to mind: maybe she was allergic to semi-quasi-precious metals. Or...
KEVIN: [trying to find an explanation] Well... you know, it doesn't have to be purple. I mean, they come in all sorts of colors, uh... blue, pink, ye...
WINNIE: [interrupting] It's not the color.
KEVIN: [now becoming concerned] Oh. Well, then...
WINNIE: Kevin, we have to be sensible.
KEVIN: [smiling nervously] What are you talking about?
WINNIE: Kevin, I 've been doing a lot of thinking. About... us. About what you said - about long distance relationships.
KEVIN: [seeing where this is going and trying desperately to stop it] Well yeah, but... that was just mostly... hypothetical.
[KEVIN smiles nervously.]
WINNIE: [shaking her head] We...
NARRATOR: [as KEVIN's smile fades] And suddenly it was clear. She wasn't just cleaning out her locker. She was cleaning out her life.
[WINNIE takes some pictures off the inside of her locker.]
KEVIN: [almost in disbelief] Winnie, are you breaking up with me?
[WINNIE turns to him with a sad, regretful look.]
NARRATOR: But she didn't have to answer. Her silence said it all. It had the sound of moving on, the sound of 'goodbye.'
[Pause as KEVIN and WINNIE look at each other and KEVIN realizes what has happened. He closes the box with the ring and clears his throat.]
KEVIN: [putting the box back in his pocket] I understand.
WINNIE: I have to go.
KEVIN: [trying to look calm] I know.
[WINNIE looks at him and sighs as she closes her locker. She starts walking down the hall. Sad guitar music starts to play.]
NARRATOR: [as KEVIN watches WINNIE walk away] And then she was gone.
[KEVIN turns and starts walking down the hall in the other direction, looking disappointed. He stops and turns around to look for WINNIE, only to find her standing near the steps at the other end of the hall looking at him and sighing. KEVIN gets the ring out of his pocket, looks at WINNIE, throws the ring in the trash can beside him, and walks away with a dejected and annoyed face.]
NARRATOR: June in the suburbs. Nothin' like it. Lawn mowers mowing, kids being kids...
[Camera shows a moving van outside of the Cooper house.]
NARRATOR: [now sarcastically] ...moving vans moving...
[Camera shows KEVIN looking out a window of the Arnold house.]
NARRATOR: I was starting to develop a complex about summer vacations.
JACK: [angry, to KAREN] You gotta be kiddin' me.
[KEVIN turns around to look at JACK.]
KAREN: [defending herself] Kidding you? This is what I'm wearing.
JACK: [in angry disbelief] That?!
KAREN: [also angry] Well gimme a break! I'm wearing a dress.
[NORMA looks at KAREN, not approving of the dress either. The camera shows the dress - a dress that a girl on a farm in the 1800s might wear.]
KAREN: It's a statement.
JACK: [disgusted, turning to leave] I'm gonna check the cellar.
[JACK and KAREN walk away in opposite directions. KEVIN watches them.]
NARRATOR: Well, at least everything was normal around my house.
[KEVIN turns to look out the window at the Cooper house.]
NARRATOR: As for the rest of the neighborhood?
[Camera shows MR. COOPER talking with a moving guy.]
NARRATOR: It was definitely going downhill.
[KEVIN watches WINNIE climb into the moving van.]
WAYNE: [trying to be mean] Don't worry, scrote. I'm sure she'll send you a postcard.
[WAYNE makes a funny noise; KEVIN turns away to look back out the window and sighs angrily.]
KEVIN: I'm goin' for a walk.
[KEVIN turns and starts to walk away as WAYNE watches.]
MRS. COOPER: [in the distance] Winnie? Winnie!
[KEVIN approaches the moving van and looks up at WINNIE.]
KEVIN: Hi.
WINNIE: [sitting in the moving van, unhappy] Hi.
NARRATOR: She looked... small. And lost. Like a little girl sitting in a moving van. Which... I guess she was.
KEVIN: Can I come in?
WINNIE: [hesitantly] I guess so.
[KEVIN climbs into the moving van. Uncomfortable pause.]
WINNIE: [being polite] Have a seat.
KEVIN: Uh... I can't stay. I've got Karen's graduation.
[WINNIE nods. Pause.]
NARRATOR: I'd been planning what to say for about two weeks. About life. About love.
KEVIN: [putting hands in his suit pockets and trying to make conversation] So what'd you get in English?
[WINNIE looks at him, surpised at the question.]
KEVIN: [quietly while taking his hands out of his pockets] Just asking.
MRS. COOPER: [in the distance] Winnie!
[Pause. WINNIE sighs.]
WINNIE: [sad] They're packing up my stuff. My brother's stuff, too. They're putting his in storage. [pause] I think this is gonna be good for my mom and dad.
KEVIN: [after a short pause and trying to be polite] Yeah. I think so, too.
[Pause.]
MR. COOPER: [in the distance] Winnie, where are you?
[Another pause.]
KEVIN: So, I'll probably see you around.
[WINNIE gets up to walk out of the van.]
NARRATOR: But somehow, I knew I wouldn't. And not just because of a few miles or a new school. It was because... things could never be the same. [as WINNIE stands at the door of the moving van, looking out at the neighborhood] These lawns, these streets, this place... Winnie Cooper was leaving. Leaving her home. Leaving her past.
[KEVIN and WINNIE look at each other. WINNIE starts to walk out, but KEVIN grabs her hand and she turns and looks at him.]
NARRATOR: Leaving...
[KEVIN looks down at WINNIE's closed hand. She slowly opens it to reveal the ring that KEVIN tried to give her. Bittersweet guitar music that has been played throughout the episode begins to play. KEVIN, surprised, looks at the ring, then back at WINNIE. They look at each other for a few seconds.]
WINNIE: [shaking her head quickly] You.
[KEVIN and WINNIE look at each other for a few seconds, then embrace each other tightly. The hug is almost painful; both look sad to be leaving each other but know that they will still have a close relationship. The guitar music continues to play as the camera slowly zooms out and they continue to hug.]
MASTER OF CEREMONIES: ...Karen Arnold.
[People at the graduation clap politely; KAREN walks up and gets her diploma. KEVIN wathces and claps.]
NARRATOR: I wasn't there when Winnie's moving van pulled away. I didn't want to be.
[KAREN, with her diploma, looks at the crowd. The Arnold family watches proudly.]
NARRATOR: I was with my family...
[KAREN gives the peace sign to the crowd as an American flag behind her blows in the wind.]
NARRATOR: ...which was changing, too.
NARRATOR: [as camera shows KEVIN] Things were gonna be different now. [as camera shows KAREN] My sister would be off to college, [as camera shows WAYNE] my brother was... my brother, [as camera shows NORMA and JACK] my mom and dad would stay behind to fight the battle of dry rot and crab grass and growing older together.
NORMA: [voice is almost drowned out by the guitar music] Let's have a toast.
[WAYNE kneels down beside the table and the Arnold family toasts.]
NARRATOR: [as KEVIN gets on his bike] As for me? Well, I had my own distances to cover: four miles - New York to Paris.
[KEVIN starts riding his bike down the street (presumambly toward WINNIE's new house).]
NARRATOR: The thing is, until Winnie left, everything in the world was outside my front door. But now, maybe the world would have to get a little bigger.
[The guitar music continues as KEVIN rides his bike into the distance. Fade to closing titles.]