We don't have a phone...
Ahaha, Dylan McKay, as an overprotective older brother, is freakin' hysterical and all too adorable!
Dylan spots his little sister dancing with the boy Brenda and Donna introduced her to earlier and makes his way across the dance floor.
"Hey, Casanova, how about some breathing room? You got ID?"
Erica pulls Dylan away by the arm and whispers in his ear. "He asked for my phone number."
Dylan straightens, wraps an arm around Brenda's shoulders. "You hear that? He asked for her phone number. That's all your fault. I hope you're proud of yourself."
Brenda starts to drag him away and Dylan throws back over his shoulder, "We don't have a phone!"
Hee.
<3
Dylan spots his little sister dancing with the boy Brenda and Donna introduced her to earlier and makes his way across the dance floor.
"Hey, Casanova, how about some breathing room? You got ID?"
Erica pulls Dylan away by the arm and whispers in his ear. "He asked for my phone number."
Dylan straightens, wraps an arm around Brenda's shoulders. "You hear that? He asked for her phone number. That's all your fault. I hope you're proud of yourself."
Brenda starts to drag him away and Dylan throws back over his shoulder, "We don't have a phone!"
Hee.
<3