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Keep the pressure on, gentlemen.|Brandon, let's see some teamwork. Dylan, kick that puck out.|Come on, Dylan, dive for it. - Keep your head up, buddy.|- All right, man, you're gonna die. - You gotta catch me first.|- Oh, yeah? Get back to the game. Let's go, now.|Come on, keep the pressure on. Watch that stick. Keep the stick down.|Try for it. Pass, now. Pass, Brandon. Go for it. Come on, now. Steve, cut the angle off. Come on, Dylan, play the puck. Play the puck, Dylan.|Speed, speed. Good speed. Hey, Steve, how's the support, man? Good job, man, way to go. All right, men, that's it. Come on, guys, clear the ice. Good practise. Good practise.|All right. Nice shot, hot dog. Thanks, coach.|Thanks for the workout. Thought you said|your friend could skate. Well, maybe if we just propped him up|in the net, he could block a few shots. - Help him.|- Yeah. - Hey, Dylan.|- Yo, man. So, what, do you love it or what? Well, I tell you what.|This is not exactly the ocean, but, you know,|maybe I could get used to it. Told you. Hey, buddy. How's it going? - This is nothing like roller-skating.|- Who said it was? Wayne Gretzky. That's not|what the Great One told me. Come on, pal. Let's skate now.|Free and easy, okay? Come on. You can do it. Who's that? The resident prima donna.|Every rink has one. God. - You okay?|- God. You okay, man? I'm sorry. Are you okay? - I think I broke something.|- Yeah, he's fine. Oh, but you're cut.|I'm so sorry. It was my fault. Don't worry.|You can run into us anytime. No, no, no. Don't let her off that easy.|It's a basic rule of etiquette. When the buzzer sounds, the real|skaters are allowed to leave the ice before the charge|of the ice brigade begins. Oh, I see.|We're talking about real skaters, as opposed to what, ice bunnies? Hey, if the blade fits. Spoken like a true stickman. You know, medical studies show|that a four-minute routine requires more stamina|than a full period of hockey. Oh, I see.|So doing little spins and cartwheels, that makes you a real athlete? And can you prove this? Six laps around the rink.|You against me. You're kidding, right? Guess not. - Last lap.|- Go for it. A tie. Oh, man,|I was seriously dying on that last lap. I know you were. - You let me tie you, didn't you?|- No way. - I'm much too competitive for that.|- What's going on here? Is that what you do|with world-class skaters when I'm not here to babysit? Are you asking to get hurt?|Is that what you want, Trisha? No, Mr. Kluklinski. Look at the condition of the ice.|Where's the Zamboni? Who's responsible for this mess? I'm sorry.|It was just a bit of friendly competition. Unfortunately,|we don't have time for friendly. - He's wound a little tight, isn't he?|- We all are. The U.S. finals are coming up. Finals? What is this, the big time? We've had a change in the schedule. After practise, it goes conditioning,|dance class, and then we'll look at the videos. - Okay.|- Whoa, hey, wait a second. - So when do I get my rematch?|- I'm on the ice by 5:30 a. m. Well, listen, if I'm not here, you can|just go ahead and start without me. Apricot Temptation.|Perfect. That's the one. I don't look too much like Madonna? Oh, I don't know. It depends|on what Madonna looks like this week. So which one do you wanna order? Well, let me sleep on it, okay? Actually, I think that you should get|the Raspberry Cream too. - You don't think it's too bright?|- No, it's kind of neutral. Well, sort of. Hey, guys.|How was the first practise? It's been a long time since I showed|anybody how to do a body check, but I gotta tell you, it was great. So, what do you think? Well, if anyone can whip us|into a team, it's Dad. I meant me. So this is the glamorous life|of an ice queen, huh? I can't believe you made it. Yeah, neither can my body. You do this every morning? Oh, yeah.|This is by far the best part of the day. It's the only time I get to be myself,|feel like it's my life, you know? Was that your nice way of telling me that I broke my alarm clock|for nothing? Oh, no. No, I'm thrilled you're here. I can't think of anyone|I'd rather share my free time with. Well, thank you.|Then you won't hear a peep out of me. I'm not awake yet. Hey, what's the matter? Sometimes the pressure|can get to you, that's all. Well, I think I know|just what you need. A triple axel? Just a little skating humour,|that's all. No, I was thinking more along the lines|of a date with a hockey player. I'd like to, but I- No, no, it's okay. I understand. No, you don't understand. I really would like to go out with you, but I don't think Mr. Kluklinski|would go for it. We could always ask him. It doesn't work that way. But can you stay|and watch the practise? - If you want.|- Hey, I'm all yours. Come on. Concentrate. You're leaning in the air.|Don't arch your back to begin. That was nice. Much better. Okay, let's go back|to compulsories for a while. - You Joey?|- No, I'm Brandon Walsh. Oh, so you're not here|delivering a vending machine? - Sorry, I'm just a friend of Trisha's.|- Oh, my little cutie-pie. - Ain't she special?|- Yeah, she sure is. She's got the fire and the ice. Little girls like that come along once,|maybe twice a generation. - She works hard, huh?|- Yeah. Hey, does Coach K know|you're up here? - I think so. Why?|- Because he usually throws a fit if anyone tries to watch|Trisha's workouts. Well, I think I'll just stay here|until Trisha asks me to leave. Good for you, kid. Hold your ground, see? All those people down there|waiting to grab a piece of Team Trisha. You know what I'm saying? Yeah, I think I do. - Morning.|- Well, you are up early for a Saturday. And Brandon's already gone.|I mean, what's going on? Well, Brandon's on a mission, and I'm having a power breakfast|with Diedre. - Our sales manager.|- Oh, right. She is so great. She's teaching me|everything about the business, and she thinks|I could be a star someday. Well, I'm not surprised.|After all, sales is in your blood. - Mother.|- Now, don't snicker. You know, your grandfather|once owned the largest furniture store|in St. Paul. And I remember,|he used to tell the employees: "When it comes to sales, service with a smile|equals customer satisfaction. " Speaking of sales, have you decided|which kind of makeup you wanna buy? Yeah, sure.|It's okay if I write you a cheque? Twenty dollars? You could only get your mother|to buy $20 worth of cosmetics? - You don't know my mother.|- Oh, I bet I do. I bet she's a Midwestern|traditionalist. Strong family values,|not much makeup, not much jewellery. Probably clips coupons. Am I close? Now, why are you looking at me|like that? The only reason|my mother bought anything was because she knew|I'm saving up to buy a car. Brenda, Brenda, Brenda.|You're not listening to me. What did I tell you yesterday? "We're not selling shoes,|we're selling self-image. " Exactly. And you have got to think|like a shrink, baby. You got about three seconds to size up|every customer that walks in that door. You have got to ask yourself: How do I sell this one?|What makes them tick? Do I appeal to their ego? Do I bully them,|do I go to bed with them? I'm kidding. There's so much to learn. Brenda, this is not something|that you learn. Either you have the instinct|or you don't. And you think I've got it? I didn't hire you to fill in at Christmas|out of the goodness of my heart. Far cry from ice hockey, huh? Yeah, there's a lot more to this sport|than I ever realized. - That's the truth.|- That last jump was fabulous. No. Her leg was slightly bent. She would have been|marked down for it. In fact, this has been Trisha's|worst practise in a long time. And you being here is not helping. So is this your way|of asking me to leave? Don't take it the wrong way.|This is not a personal slight on you. Trisha's very vulnerable right now. Yeah, she could be|a world-class athlete, but in many ways,|she's still a very naive little girl who needs to put all her focus|on the skating, without distractions. You know, coach, it'd be real easy for me to walk out|of here now and never come back. And I know that that would make you|really happy. But Trisha invited me here, not you. And I may be overstepping|my bounds a little bit, but I was wondering|if maybe it's time somebody asked Trisha|what she wants. Isn't this perfect|with that plaid skirt? Great. Kind of like this one. I thought you would.|Actually, it's one of our bestsellers. Well, it's not bad|if you wanna smell like a luau. Look, you've been here|for over an hour. There's gotta be|something here you like. How about this one? - Well, that's not bad.|- Okay, I'll take it. - Great. Cash or charge?|- Wait. How much is it? Well, it's sort of expensive. A hundred and ninety dollars? You're buying self-image. - Bren, what are you doing here?|- I live here. Yeah, so do I.|I would have been here an hour ago if I hadn't driven across town|to pick you up. Brandon, I'm sorry.|I walked home. I totally spaced. - Three scoops?|- Second bowl. Tough day at the office, huh? I was on my feet|eight hours straight, and I probably made a total of,|let's see, 1.95 in commissions. Yeah, I've been there. Everyone I approached was,|"Sorry, dear, just browsing. " I couldn't even convince Donna|to buy a lousy key chain, and meanwhile, Diedre was having|a field day at the register. The way she can read people|is phenomenal. I don't know, Bren. Mom's always saying that since|Grandpa was a natural-born salesman Don't get me started. You two have a major blowout? No. They were gone|by the time I got home. I mean, it's not her fault,|and it's not Dad's fault. I'm sure they did the best they could. What are you saying? I'm saying I don't think they taught us|how to succeed in the real world. I think they blew it|when they raised us to be so Nice. Yeah. - I know exactly what you're saying.|- You do? Oh, yeah.|I was thinking the same thing when I was watching Trisha|on the ice today. - Oh, how was it?|- She was great. But seeing how determined she was|got me to thinking back when I was 5 and everyone was telling|Mom and Dad what a wonder *** I was on skates. Yeah, you were.|It used to drive me crazy. So, what if they had given me|a little push, huh? A little formal training? Who knows? Maybe I'd be a speed-skating|champion going for the gold. - You never know.|- Absolutely. You know, Brenda,|if we put our mind to it, we could make up for lost time. We just gotta get|our priorities straight. It's a competitive world.|You need a competitive edge. And killer instinct. And about another gallon|of this Almond Crunch ice cream. Go for it, bro. No, lift. Lift. One, two, good. Yes. Now, back around. Very nice. Think of height. Be proud and then|keep your back straight, all right? Very nice, very nice.|Not bad. Come here. Not bad. Okay, well,|you're still meandering a bit, so we'll take it from the top. What do you say we knock off|a little early today, huh? - It is pretty slow.|- It's depressing. But, hey, it's Thursday. In retail,|we live for the weekends, right? And the occasional rich kid. - David.|- Insecure. Needs approval. Price is no object. Go for it. Hi. I couldn't remember|which store you worked at. Well, you came to the right place. Look, remember|how Donna was saying that since her birthday|was on Christmas Day, nobody ever remembered it? Well, I didn't remember it either, so I wanted to get her|something really nice. Something really nice|or something really special? Well, like a scarf or something. How about a bottle of perfume? You know,|Donna was in here just the other day and she flipped over this fragrance. She did? - Sewy, huh?|- Yeah. It's imported directly from France. - So how much?|- A hundred and ninety dollars. Isn't that kind of a lot|for such a little bottle? Yeah, but if you truly|wanna make a statement, then price is no object, right? Well, I don't know, Brenda. Look, David,|we're closing in 15 minutes. If you want the perfume, fine. If not, I can always show you|some socks. So she really flipped over it, huh? Cash or charge? Perfect. I'll try to track down Davina, see if we can get a better fit|on your dress. You know how she panics|doing last-minute alterations. So do the full warm-down, and I'll be back as soon as I can|to pick you up. - I could give her a ride.|- That won't be necessary. Come on, Coach K. There's no need for you to be driving|back and forth across the city. Thirty minutes of warm-downs. Go directly home.|Be there in an hour. Understood? Promise. - Understood?|- Promise. What's with that guy?|He acts like he's your father. Well, in some ways, he is. There's not a lot of coaches|in Fort Worth, so when he offered to take me on,|I moved in with him and his wife. And what about your family? Well, my mom visits when she can,|but I've got two sisters. And everyone's already given up more than enough|to further my career. Like what? Trips to the rink at 6 a. m.,|travelling to competitions, new boots all the time,|coaching, medical treatments, convincing me to stay with it. - You wanted to quit?|- At least twice a day. Well, obviously, it's been worth it. I mean,|you're trying out for the Olympics. I mean, I look|at how motivated you are and what you've accomplished, and I feel like I've been wasting|the best years of my life. Wasting? How can you say that?|At least you have a normal life. I've never had a date. I eat what I'm told. I've never been to a real school. Well, a lot of people's futures|are riding on how my career goes. That is a lot of pressure. Team Trisha. So, what happens|when the skating's over? Well, I'm a big fan of L.A. Law.|Maybe I'll go to law school. Now let me ask you a question: If you weren't here right now,|where would you be? Happy belated birthday, Donna. Oh, David, you didn't have to. You said everybody|forgets your birthday, so I just wanted you to know|that I'm not everybody. Donna, open it. - Oh, David.|- You don't like it? It's just so expensive. Well, you're worth it. Brenda, I can't believe you would|sell him something so pricey. I didn't put a gun to his head. And don't look now, but it does appear|the customers are very satisfied. What's her problem? She just resents the fact|that I'm getting good at my job. So things are going|pretty good for you, huh? Yeah. I mean, the power|to persuade someone to buy something|they didn't even know they wanted, there's nothing like it in the world. Nothing? Hey, guys. Like to introduce you|to my friend Trisha Kinney. Trisha, this is David, Donna, Kelly, and of course, my sister, Brenda,|who's a big fan. Absolutely. And of course you know Dylan|and Steve from the rink. You're much taller standing up. Thanks. Pull up a seat. We can't. I wanted|to show Trish where I worked. - You sure?|- Yeah. Coach says I gotta get her home|and rested. Sectionals are in two days. - Good luck.|- Thanks. If you're not doing anything|on Saturday, I'd like you all to come,|be my guests. Well, thanks. Maybe we will. - Okay, see you.|- Trish. The store where I work, we sell the cutest leotards|in the Western world. You know, I think we're witnessing|the beginning of a new era. You ain't seen nothing yet. - That was great.|- No, she missed her toe loop. You can tell|by the position of the foot Never mind. Hey, man. Glad you could make it.|I was about to give up on you. Where's Bren? She was gonna come, but then she decided|that it would be a good "career move" to stay at the store|and take inventory with Diedre. Told you. How's Trish doing? - Not too well in the short programme.|- Yeah, but it's do-or-die time now. If she makes this double axel,|she could still pull it out. I couldn't feel the ice. Hey, every skater has a bad day.|You're entitled. What about the finals? You finished fifth, honey. Season is over for this year,|I'm sorry. And that's it? Listen, why don't you go to Texas|for a while, huh? Spend some time there|with your parents. Decide really|if you wanna gear up for '94. I'll see you at home. It's okay. Why do I feel like this is my fault? Brandon, please. It's your fault I can't land a jump|I haven't missed since I was 12? Yeah, but it's like Coach K said,|I'm a distraction. He also said|maybe I didn't wanna win. Well, the good news is|we can have that date now. Brenda, lay off Mom. Mom knows I'm just trying|to accent her cheekbones to neutralise the age thing. No thanks, honey. I don't think so. - All right, whatever.|- Well, I like those old cheekbones. - Oh, I didn't mean it like that.|- Oh, I know, I know. If that's for me, tell them I'm gone. What? So you'll say just about anything these|days to make a commission. Is that it? You know, Diedre predicted|that this would start happening to me. What? I'm sorry that everybody is put off|by the idea of an independent woman trying to take an aggressive posture|in pursuit of a specific goal. Which is to have my own car so I never have to depend on you|for a ride to school again. Oh, touche. Your friend Trisha|knows exactly what I'm talking about. And if you don't believe me, ask her. Why don't you ask her yourself?|She's gonna stop by school today. - Really? That's great. I liked her.|- Yeah. - She's special.|- Yeah. Did she mention anything to you about the leotards|I sent over last week? Just asking. And here's the one person|you haven't met yet. This is my partner in crime, Andrea Zuckerman,|editor of the Blaze. Andrea, I would like you|to meet Trisha Kinney. I know who this is.|It's great meeting you. I really admire your work. - You follow skating?|- Are you kidding? I went through a major|wanna-be-a-figure-skater phase when I was younger,|but as I grew up, my My centre of gravity|kept shifting on me. Tell me about it. So you guys doing an interview?|I think that's great. No, actually, it's more of a date. That's nice too. So you wanna come with us|for lunch? Well, I'd love to, but I really have to stay here|and grease the Linotype machine. But you go ahead.|Have a nice lunch. Well, if it isn't the lunch bunch. - Hi, guys.|- Hey, man. Listen, I'm really sorry|about the sectionals. - Well, these things happen.|- There's always next year, right? Or not. I've got some time off to decide. - And you came here?|- To school? Well, this is a big deal for me.|The real world. - Beverly Hills High School.|- West Beverly. Yeah, and I wouldn't be so quick|to call it the real world either. I didn't grow up|in a complete bubble. Although you're talking to a girl|who's never eaten a Twinkie. Sorry, it was part|of the official regimen. Oh, my God.|Let me buy you your first Twinkie. No, no, no. You have to try|salt-and-vinegar potato chips. I think it's gonna take major amounts|of Haagen-Dazs. Dim sum from Chin Chin is: - Wolfgang Puck pizza.|- Gum. Donna, gum is not food. I don't care. Gum. - I can't wait.|- Wait, wait, wait. There's one food that covers it all. A Pan-American delicacy, if you will. A food not found in nature, yet a meal so complete,|you eat the package. It's a meal that keeps on giving|hour after hour after hour. I'm talking about the one, the only: The burrito. I feel like I'm finally part|of the human race. Well, welcome to it. This is going straight|to my centre of gravity and I love it. After today,|nothing's gonna fit me anymore. Which reminds me, Brenda wanted me to tell you|about the leotards you got. They can be embroidered- Enjoy your burrito, Trish. - Thanks.|- I'll see you, guys. - Your friends are great.|- Yeah, they are. So, what do you wanna do tonight? - So you like it?|- I love it. Very Italian. Very '90s. I was wondering|when you were getting back. Joyce.|How have you been, stranger? Did you get everything you need? Bought half the store,|thanks to your protege here. So I see. You know, this is a little trendy,|but I really like this. You know what it needs, though? These are a little extreme, but I know that you can pull it off. Oh, what the hell?|At this point, who's counting? My point exactly. So, now,|are you still seeing that lawyer? Oh, we broke up two months ago.|What a jerk. - Aren't they all?|- Diedre, what are you doing? Joyce, you know what? Go pick up a scarf off that rack|over there, huh? On the house. Oh, thank you. If you ring up that sale,|you get to take home the commission. Well, Joyce has always been|my customer. Yes, well, I waited on her|for over an hour. Look, sweetie. We're coming off|the worst Christmas ever, and business is in the toilet. I have a car payment to make,|and this is just the way it's gonna be. - What do you think about this one?|- That is so perfect. Brenda, can you go in the back and check to see|if there are some boxes for this stuff? You know, I heard your book|was getting published. - Yeah, as a matter of fact.|- Oh, congratulations. - You ready?|- This is weird. Of all the things to do on your first|official date, you pick skating. Well, actually, I always fantasized|that on my first date I'd go dancing. Dancing.|The one thing I don't do is dance. I know. But you love to skate, right? - So?|- So May I have this skate? I don't know about this. Come on, it's easy.|Relax and feel the ice. Very nice. Form needs work,|but there is promise. Coach K, I'm a civilian now.|I don't need a chaperon. Here's some news|that might influence your decision: The Skating Federation|granted a waiver today for you to compete at sectionals. - How is that possible?|- Who knows? Problems in the scoring. Appeals.|It's all politics. I don't understand. They're giving me|another chance, Brandon. - I could still get to the finals.|- Hey, that's great. But we have to be at Salt Lake City|on Thursday. That leaves only five days|to get ready. And since it's still early We have to start tonight? Trisha, everybody knows|you're getting an exemption. The judges will be gunning for you. I wanna rechoreograph|the programme. Add a new combination|and take out the double Lutz. Oh, Brandon, I'm sorry. Look, couldn't this start tomorrow? No, no, forget it. You've spent the last nine years|working for this, Trisha. What's one lousy date? It can wait. Really. Thank you. You know what we could try? A triple flip. You're determined to be|the death of me, aren't you? But just let me show you|what I can do. You'll see. - Getting an early start, huh?|- Yeah. - We have a practise today.|- I know, Dad. I'll be there. Hey, Sallie. Morning, Brandon. Team Trisha's|back from the dead, huh? Yeah. Look, today's practise session|is closed to all visitors, so I'm gonna have to ask you|to leave. Listen, Sal,|you just tell the coach that I- No, this didn't come from Kluklinski. It was Trisha's idea. Hey, sleepy,|your alarm went off half an hour ago. Time to face the day. - Why?|- Don't you have work today? No comment. What's the matter? Mom, you don't know|how awful it was yesterday. Well, what happened? I was looking at a $500 commission, and Diedre ripped it off.|I mean, literally. She grabbed the sales slip|right out of my hand. She did?|But I thought you were so close. So did I.|I just wanted to quit yesterday, but you and Dad always make|a big point about how we're not quitters. Walking away from a rotten situation|isn't quitting. Especially when you've been doing|such a great job. Yeah, well, I've been|kind of obnoxious lately, haven't I? Well, maybe you've gone|a little overboard, but that doesn't give her the right|to treat you like that. I just tried to do what Grandpa said: "Service with a smile,"|for all the good that did me. Yes, but you don't remember|what Grandma used to say: "Don't get mad, get even. " Brenda can help you|with anything else, okay? - Hermes is magnificent, isn't it? And-|- I'll take it. I find I just can't|get enough of these. - Does this one come in other colours?|- Oh, yes, it certainly does. Good. What else can you show me? Next time, pass the puck, hotshot. Cover the wing, Brandon.|It's a team sport. Come on, hustle. Come on. Energy, energy, energy.|Come on, now, make a shot. Oh, it's a save! All right! - Good one, Steve.|- Way to go, Steve. All right. Brandon. - What's wrong, son?|- Nothing's wrong. I missed a setup.|What's the big deal? Why don't you tell me|what the deal is? Obviously, your head's not into it. Take your skates off|so you don't hurt yourself. Fine. Whatever you say, coach. Hey, hey, hey, Brandon. Whatever happened|with that girl this morning, it's not the end of the world, is it? She was something special, huh? Let me put it to you this way, Dad: I didn't even try to kiss her. That is special. Dad, let me ask you a question. When I was a kid and I was winning|all those trophies at the Y, well, why didn't you and Mom|encourage me to skate competitively? We did encourage you.|We just didn't push you. Didn't think|I could take the pressure, huh? Brandon, you don't know this,|but your mother actually had a meeting with one of the best coaches|in the Midwest. And he asked us one key question: Do we wanna have a superstar, or do we wanna have a son? I hope you're not disappointed|with the choice we made. I think I can live with it. Wanna get back on the ice? No, I think I better go to work. - All right. Catch you at home.|- Yeah. Hey, Dad. Thanks. Yeah. See you later. So where did Imelda Marcos go? She's outside feeding her meter.|Now, are you taking notes on this? She is the kind of woman|that we dream about. She knows exactly what she wants, she isn't afraid to shell out money|for quality merchandise, and she has good taste,|but not too discriminating. She's a very quality person|and she treats herself accordingly. And I'm also very proud to say that this looks like it could be|the largest single commission in what is turning out|to be a very good year. Now, watch how I button this down. Too late. Oh, well. Oh, please, let us take care of that. And let me have the girl|get you another cappuccino. No, thank you. You know, I'm standing here|looking at this belt, and I'm thinking: I don't really need this. No. I mean, it isn't you. And I'm wondering|if I need all those blouses. I don't know.|You just have such good taste. Why don't you leave|whatever you don't want and I'll have the girl|put them away for you? And I really don't need the scarves. Or the shoes. - You don't?|- No, I don't. No scarves, no shoes,|no $100 wrinkle creams, and I really don't need you telling me|how much you love my good taste, or how happy this will make me, or how great I'll look,|or how much I deserve this, or how much I deserve that. And most of all, I really don't need you kissing my butt|to pad your commission while you treat|your employees badly. But thanks so much|for taking care of this. You deserve it. What a ***. Yeah. So, what's good? If it doesn't raise your cholesterol level,|you won't find it on this menu. Shouldn't you be at dance class?|Or at your sports psychologist? Mr. K's in the car.|We're on the way to the airport. But I I didn't wanna leave|without saying goodbye. Goodbye. - I'm sorry I closed the practise today.|- There's no need to explain. Well, yes, there is. It's not coach, or my parents, or anyone else|that drives me to do this. It's me. It's what I want. To be the best skater in the world. To go to the Olympics. To turn pro. To be a star. And what was I,|a two-week distraction? You don't believe that, do you? You know what hurts me the most? Is it was okay with me. I was willing to show up|at 5:30 every morning and take what I could get. But how fair would that have been|to either of us? You know, I'll always remember you as the guy who gave me|my first burrito. I'll always remember you|as the girl who got me to dance. We're watching Trisha Kinney|of Fort Worth, Texas. Young lady|who trains in Los Angeles. Has a good opportunity|to do quite well in competition. Split-jump combination. Double toe loop,|very neat and clean. Double jump, excellent. That was the double axel. She did it.|Way to go, Trisha. She's gonna win this thing, man. How can someone so fragile-looking|have all that strength? Fire and ice. And her final spin, very, very tight. That's a scratch spin.|The arms over the head, very nice. Very nice moves for Trisha Kinney|of Fort Worth, Texas, a young lady we should see|a lot more of in coming years. You were wonderful. Trisha, congratulations.|It's moments like this that make all the years|of hard work and sacrifice worth it. Definitely, of course it is. But to tell you the truth,|I do miss those burritos. Well, that wraps up|the ladies' competition here in Salt Lake. You okay? Hey, I had the time of my life. Right now, this is *** Button saying thank you|for joining us here in Salt Lake.