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- Hi, Mom.
- Hi, Jackie.

- Dad, here's the rent check.
- Okay, thanks.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

A little short,
isn't it?

- Well, that's only my half.

- Well, where's Sara's half?

- Ask Sara,
I'm not responsible for her.

I have to get to work, bye.
- Okay, honey.

- That's why you shouldn't
rent to family.

They take advantage of you.

- Henry, don't jump
to conclusions.

Sara will give you
her half of the rent.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- We're out of orange juice.

- Young lady?

Where's your half
of the rent?

- Oh, I'm going to be

a little late with it
this month, Dad.

- How late?

- All month.

- So next month you'll
give me two months rent?

- No, just one.

- Well, when can I expect
next month's rent?

- The following month?

- In other words,
you'll be one month late

for the rest of your life.

- Unless I get into trouble.

Is that okay?

- (laughs)

Is that okay?
(laughs)

You tell her.

- It's okay.

- It isn't okay.

It's definitely
not okay, okay?

- But Da--
- Da-da-da-da-da-da!

Sara, I don't mean to
sound unreasonable,

but I have a mortgage to
pay on this building,

and I can't pay unless I have
the rent from your apartment.

- What can I do? I can't
give you money I don't have.

- I thought you were going
to get a part time job.

- I haven't even had
time to look.

I've been so busy trying
to rearrange my classes.

- Well, you better get
something quick

because I have
an obligation to the bank.

- Okay, okay.

- Hey, what about
the orange juice?

- I don't have time.
I have to go find a job.

- What's the matter
with the kids today, Muriel?

Remember those college students
we rented to in the '60s,

the polite, quiet ones
with the musical instruments?

They were always respectful.

Always on time
with the rent.

Whatever happened to them?

- They kidnapped
Patty Hearst.

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- (grumbles)
That's no good.

"Well, what do you expect?
3:00 in the morning."

Shh, you'll wake Muriel.

"So? You woke me.

"I was sound asleep.

Last thing I needed
was a cold hand up my back."

- Henry, what are you doing
working this late?

- Well, I couldn't sleep.

- Come over here.

You know, Sara not only
has an obligation to you,

she also has one to Jackie.

If she can't meet her half of
the rent, they're both going to

have to move back up here.

And that wouldn't be
fair to Jackie.

- Mmm, that's true.

- So don't feel guilty
about what you did.

You were only being
a good father.

- Thanks, Muriel.

- However,
being a good father,

I know you're concerned
that Sara may spend

more time looking for a job
than on her school work.

- I am concerned about that.

- So I think it would be nice

if we took the financial
pressure off her.

- Hmm, you're right.
Yo're right, Muriel.

I'll talk to Sara tomorrow
when she gets out of school.

Tell her not to worry.

The least I can do is carry her
for a month or two.

- Why not?
I carried her for nine.

- It's been nice talking
to you, too, Phil.

Mm-hmm.

No, I don't think I'm doing
anything Friday night.

Why?

I'd love to.

Great.

I'll see you then.

Bye, Phil.

Well, this isn't Sara,
this is Jackie, her sister.

That's okay.

Are we still on for--

Hello?

Hello?

- Hello!

- I'm going to kill you.

I just spent half an hour

talking to this guy,
Phil Hampton.

We're hitting it off great,
he asks me out,

and when he finds out
I'm not you, he hangs up.

- Wow, that's flattering,
thanks.

- I wasn't trying
to flatter you.

- I don't have time to talk,
I have to go to work.

I got a job.

- No kidding.

(car horn blaring)
- That's Monroe.

He's going to drive me
to work.

I've gotta change.

- What's in the box?
- My uniform.

Uniform. What kind of
a job did you get?

I'm a waitress
at the Fox & Hound.

Monroe saw the ad in
the morning paper.

I went for an interview
after school.

There were 23 girls applying,

and I got it.

- Hey, that's
my little sister.

You get in there and you
show them the Rush girls

have what it takes.

What did you say to them?

- Well, I didn't have
to say anything.

I was the only one who
could fit in the uniform.

Isn't it cute?

- Depends on who's
doing the looking.

If it's a guy at
the Fox & Hound,

you're gonna get a big tip.

If it's Dad,
you're going to get killed.

(knocking on door)
- Who is it?

(Henry)
It's me, Dad.

Sara, can we talk
for a moment?

Oh, I can't now, Dad,
I'm just on my way out.

- Well, this will just
take a second.

- I'm really in a hurry, Dad.
(car horn blaring)

That's Monroe,
he's waiting for me.

- Oh, well, oh, it's nothing
that can't wait.

Go ahead.

What are you waiting for?
- I'm going, I'm going.

(horn blaring)

- Monroe's getting
impatient.

- Oh, let him wait.

What is it you wanted to
talk to me about?

- Well, yesterday
I insisted that

you get a job.

Last night, your mother and I
I discussed it and we decided

that it might--might interfere
with your school work.

So I'm going to take
the pressure off you

for the time being

so you can stop worrying
about the rent.

- Sara?

Oh my gosh!

- (gasping)

Wh--wh--what...

What is that?!

- It's my uniform.

I'm a waitress
at the Fox & Hound.

- A waitress uniform?

(stuttering)
But-but-but-but...

You're coming out
from underneath it.

- Those are my
uniform panties.

- I've seen more panties
on a lamp chop.

- Dad, this is what all
the waitresses wear

at the Fox & Hound,
we're supposed to be wenches.

I like it.

- Not that much.

In fact, I'm on the verge
of not liking it.

I hate it.

- I can't discuss this
any further.

I have to go to work.

- Not in that.
Take it off.

- What is all
the yelling about?

Oh, Sara, why are you
dressed like that?

- (grumbles)
She's walking out of this house,

she's going to a restaurant

and she's going
to wait on people

while she's dressed like that.

- And I still am.
- Oh, no, you're not.

- Oh, yes, I am--
- No, you're not.

- Yes, I am.
Yesterday you demanded

I get a job, and today I was
lucky enough to get one.

And I'm keeping it.

Let's go, Monroe.

- Oh, boy...

- Good luck, honey.

(Monroe)
Thanks, Mrs. Rush!

- I can't believe that you're
just going to stand there

and let this happen.

- Henry, what are you
carrying on about?

She's just going to wait
on some tables in a restaurant.

If that's the costume
all the other waitresses wear,

I see nothing wrong with it.

- What the hell kind
of an attitude is that?

- It's a lot more sensible
than yours.

- But...

- Don't look at me.
I work in a bank.

Muriel!

Muriel, it's not like you
to walk out of the room

in the middle of a discussion.

- Henry, you were
being ridiculous.

You can't treat Sara like
a child anymore.

She's a big girl.

- I know, but does everyone
have to know exactly how big?

- I don't understand the fuss.

People wear less than that
on the beach.

- She's not going to the beach,
she's going to a restaurant

where they'll have people
with clothes on.

There'll be men
in the restaurant.

- I know there will be men
in the restaurant.

Why do you think waitresses
have to dress like that?

- I don't care about
other waitresses.

I'm only interested
in my daughter.

- Then why don't you stop
driving her crazy?

First you tell her she has
to get a job, so she gets a job.

Then you tell her
she has to quit.

- I thought we agreed

she didn't have to get
a job right now.

- But she has a job.

So let her try it
and see how it works.

- First let her put
her clothes on.

- Henry, do you realize
you're being more protective

of them now than when they
were little children?

- When they were children,
we could've put them

in a playpan,
we knew they were safe.

- Henry, what do you want me
to do about it?

Keep them locked up so you never
have to worry about them?

- Well, I can't help worrying.

I'm a father.

- What does that mean?
I'm a mother.

- Well, you were
raised differently.

- Go on.
I'm listening.

Well, your mother was
overly permissive.

Otherwise she'd never let you
go on the road with a band.

- We needed the money.

- All right, all right,
so she wasn't overly permissive.

But she was unethical.

- (gasping)
Wh-- what?!

(stammering)

What did my mother ever do
that was unethical.

Before we were married,
your mother told my mother

that I wasn't good enough
for you.

- What's so unethical
about that?

- My mother agreed with her.

- You know something?
They were both right.

- Oh? Oh?
- That's right.

- And when did you arrive
at that conclusion?

- Just now.

- You know, Muriel, I never
thought I'd hear you say that.

I mean, we've had
our differences,

but I never, I never thought
that you'd let the girls

get between us like this.

- I am not letting
the girls get between us.

I just wish you'd let them
live their own lives.

- I have been letting them live
their own lives.

That's what the problem is,
because you talked me

into letting them live
downstairs in the apartment.

- (gasps)
I can't believe

that you have twisted
this whole thing around

so now that I'm the one
who's to blame.

I demand an apology.

- (scoffs)

You're not, you're
not getting it.

- Well, you're not getting
any dinner.

Or anything else.

- I can always eat out.

Or anything else.

- Bon appetit.

- Just what do you think
you're doing?

- I am packing some things.

- Oh? And where are you going?

- I am going downstairs to live
with my daughters for a while

until my husband gets over
his change of life.

- I'm warning you, Muriel,

if you leave now, you better
plan on staying

a long time.

- (blows raspberry)

- And find a real job.

Because with three people
living down there,

I'm going to raise the rent.

- The woman is weird.

Everything's so organized
around here lately.

I can't find anything.

She's driving me up
the wall, too.

I can never get
into the bathroom.

She's always in there
developing pictures.

- Come on,
I have to get in there.

(Muriel) I'll be through
in about 20 minutes.

- 20 minutes?

Jackie, can't you do something
to get her out of there?

I'll be late for work.

- Why should I do something?

It's not my fault
she's here.

- It's not my fault either.
- It is so.

So if you hadn't taken a stupid
job with that skimpy costume

and that dumb bust line...

- You're just jealous.

- Jealous?
For your information,

the flat look is in.

- Not that far in.

- (groans) Do you know
what I think of you?

- Oh, I didn't know
you could think.

- You are as thick,
stupid, insecure...

- (humming)

Two pinches of flour.

Hmm.

(oven dings)

(humming)

Mmm, good, good, good.

(stove rings)

(phone rings)

- Yeah, could you hold for
just a second, please, okay?

(overlapping buzzes)

- Something's burning.

Muriel's back.

- Hi, Mr. Rush!

- Monroe...

- Oh, no!
- Monroe...

- Dinner will be ready
in just a minute, Mr. Rush,

don't worry about it.

Shoot!
(grunting)

- Wha...

(gasping)

What the hell are you
doing in here?

Who let you in here?

- Sara and Jackie
let me in, Mr. Rush.

- I never thought they'd
carry a grudge this far.

- I told them I'd like to fix
dinner for you and they thought

that'd be a real
nice thought.

- What'd I ever do to you?

- Well, that--that's just
the point, Mr. Rush.

You've been so nice to me.

And it's all my fault that
you're all alone.

- What do you mean?
What do you mean your fault?

- Well, if it weren't for me,
Sara wouldn't have got that job

with the waitressing and then
she wouldn't have had that

argument with you over
the uniform and your wife...

- All right, all right,
all right, Monroe,

I know the sequence.

Get on the phone and get
a cleaning service up here.

Give me that, I'll put it
back in the hall.

- Yes, sir.

- Iwo Jima never
looked this bad.

- (shudders)
Oh, no.

- Monroe, did you get anyone?

- No, sir, no, I had a--

I had a bad connection.

Mr. Rush,
I'm sorry about this mess.

I'll get it cleaned up
in no time.

- Really? Where are you going
to get the dynamite.

Give me that phone.

Where's the rest of it?

What...

What kind of meal were
you cooking that

has a phone
in the recipe?

- Oh, you would've loved it,
Mr. Rush, I made a salad

salad and there was this
vegetable casserole

and then the spaghetti
and meatballs.

That's where I made
my really big mistake.

- Big? What do you mean, big?

- Well, you don't make spaghetti
in a pressure cooker.

- (sighs)

Well, thank goodness
you didn't get around

to making the meatballs
in there.

- Uh...

I wouldn't stand
there, Mr. Rush.

One of those meatballs may drop
at any second.

Boy, I really made
a mess of this meal.

You know, every time I try
to do something nice,

I louse it up.

My whole life has
been like this.

(sobbing)
I tell ya...

- Now, now, Monroe,
it's all right.

You meant-- you meant well.

Uh, look,
I brought up pizza.

Why don't you want to sit down
with me and share it?

- No, thanks. I'll just
stand here and watch you eat.

- Sit down, Monroe.

- Here, let me get this
out of the way.

Monroe, how is-- how is
everybody downstairs?

- Oh, they're fine.
It's a little crowded,

but the kitchen is clean.

- Do you think I was
a little harsh on Sara?

- Well, Mr. Rush,
I fully understand that

you love your daughter
and you're concerned about her

parading around in
scanty clothing

in a restaurant
full of strange men.

- You agree with me.

- On the other hand,
Sara is an adult

and should be allowed
to live her own life.

- Eat your pizza.

How do you like that?

I asked for a pizza with sausage
and they give me a cheese pizza.

Here, give me that.

(tapping)

- Hi, Dad. Got a minute?
- Sara.

Sara, am I glad to see you.

Look, I'm sorry about
what happened.

- It's okay, it's okay,
I understand, really.

Here's my share of the rent.

- Oh, oh, well, you didn't have
to give to me so soon.

- Oh, I wanted to because
I'm going to be late

with next month's rent.

I'm not working at
the Fox & Hound anymore.

- Oh, you--you didn't quit
on my account, did you?

- No, I didn't quit.
I was fired.

- What happened?
- Well, I was waiting on a table

and this guy pinched me.

I got so mad
I dumped a plate of

roast beef and mashed potatoes
on his head.

- (chuckling)
You didn't.

- It was what he ordered.

- Uh, say, did you tell your
mother that you got fired?

- Yes, she told me to
come up and tell you.

- Oh, then I guess she'll
be moving up here soon.

- Oh, I hope so.

- Hello, Henry.

- Oh, hi, Muriel.
How are you?

- Just fine.

I just came to pick up
a few more of my things.

- I don't understand,

didn't Sara tell you
she was fired?

- Yes, she did.

But that doesn't change anything
between you and me.

- Oh, Muriel,
don't you think

we've both been
a little immature?

- I think you were, Henry.

And if I was, it was
because I was provoked.

You said some harsh things
about my mother.

- Well, I said
the same things about my mother.

- Yeah, but that's okay.

Oh, Henry,
I sure missed you.

- Me too.

You know something, Muriel?
You're right.

I should let Jackie and Sara
live their own lives.

- I'm so glad
to hear you say that.

I've lived with them now
the past three days.

And, Henry,
I--there's something

you should know about
our daughters.

- What is it?

- They're crazy.

They're absolutely bonkers,

and I never want to have
to live with them again.

Oh, Henry,
promise me something.

- What is it?
- Please,

whatever you do,
don't let me outlive you.

- Will you promise me
something?

- Anything.

- Don't go in the kitchen.

(music and applause)

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