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- You're the only father I know

who reads the comics
in the morning.

- Happens to be
my line of work.

Bankers read
the financial section,

jocks read the sports section,

cartoonists read
the funnies section.

- Well, then,
who reads the news?

- Masochists.

- Hey, Mom.

What was the name of that
musician you used to go with?

- Oh, goodness.
That was ages ago.

I can hardly remember his name.

Rich Holland.
Why?

- Says, "Rich Holland Quintet
opening at the Velvet Goose

Thursday night."
- Ooh, let me see that.

- Muriel, I was in the middle
of "Mary Worth."

- Oh, it must be
the same Rich Holland.

You remember, Henry, the, uh--
the drummer I used to date

when I was singing
with the band.

I told you about him.
Didn't I tell you about him?

- Yeah, several times.
A lot.

Too much.
Up to here.

- (sighs)

He was such
a terrific-looking guy.

He had this gorgeous
black hair.

Strange women used to
stop him on the street

and ask if they could
shampoo him.

I wonder what
he looks like now.

- He's bald.

- How do you know?
- He has to be.

You know the kind of life
musicians lead.

Traveling on the road,
drinking, smoking grass.

Second thing that goes
is always the hair.

- Well, what's the first thing?

- Never mind.

- Ohh... that.

- Hey, Mom, are you gonna
get in touch with him

while he's in town?

- Oh... I don't think so.

It's-- It's kind of dumb to--
to rake up the past.

Besides, it wouldn't be fair
to your father.

- (chuckling)
Oh...

Don't put that off
on me, Muriel.

If you wanna call Rich Holland,
go ahead and call him.

- Oh, really, Henry?
You wouldn't mind?

- Why would I mind
if you want to get in touch

with an old, old, old, old,
old, old, old, old friend?

- Well, he isn't
that old and...

he was more than a friend.

- Muriel, I'm very secure
in our marriage.

I can handle it.
Now, why don't you

just go and call him?

- You know something?
I love you.

You are a wonderful,
open-minded,

liberal human being.

- Well, you'd do
the same thing for me

if an old love of mine showed up
from out of the past.

- The hell I would.

- (sighs)

Let's see if I--

(rattling)

Oh...

Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.

(chuckling)

Mmm.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Nice cast you got there.

Ming?

- My doctor's Chinese.

- Ah.

I'm looking
for the Rush apartment.

Is it this one or is it
the one upstairs?

- Both-- the first generation
lives upstairs

and the second generation
lives downstairs.

- Ah, and you're
the, um, handyman.

- Among other things.

- Well, actually I'm looking
for Mrs. Rush.

- Oh, she isn't in
at the moment.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

- No, no problem.
Just tell her that, uh,

I'll call her later.
Rich Holland stopped by.

- All right.
Uh...

Rich Holland?
- Yeah.

- Are you the drummer's son?

- No, I'm the drummer.

- Are you sure
you're not your son?

- Oh, no, I know.
I look very young for my age.

Actually I'm 52.

I'm almost as old
as you are, Pops.

- You're older.

- Oh, no offense.
No offense.

Tell me, you know, I haven't
seen Mrs. Rush in a long time.

How is she?

- She's fine.

- No, I mean,
how does she look?

You know, when I knew her,
that chick had a body

that would not quit,
you know what I mean?

Would not quit.

- It quit.

- Well, to me,
she'll always be a ten.

Tell her I'll try
to call her later.

- Henry, I--

Rich!
- Muriel!

(both laughing)

- Oh, look at you!
You're still a ten!

Oh, I can't tell you
how good it was

to hear your voice
on the phone-- that voice!

- Oh, thank you, Rich.

Oh, I-I see you met Henry.

- This is your husband?

I thought he was
the handyman.

(both laughing)

I'm sorry, Henry.

- What's that
on your hand, Henry?

- Oh, uh, remember that bracelet
Sara lost last week?

I found it.
(rattling)

- Ah.
- Ah, so...

you're Muriel's husband.

- Yes.
You're Muriel's drummer.

- Well, tell me what's been
happening to you

the past 25 years.

- Oh, it would take 40 years
to tell it.

- Well, I can't spare
the time, Muriel.

Would you help me with this?

- Oh, honey.
- Oh, let me help.

- Oh...
(chuckles)

- (chuckles)
- Did, uh...

Did you ever get married?

- Oh, all the time.
I'm working on my fourth now.

Of course, we're separated
at the moment.

She's in New York and I'm here.
(imitates rimshot)

(both laughing)

- I bet they were all
band singers.

- Well, of course.

I had to make up
for losing you, didn't I?

- Aww.
Would you just--

- Oh, let me try it this way.
- Okay.

- Here we go.
- Uh, oh!

Now, do you open,
uh, Thursday night?

- Right, right.
- Right? Oh, good!

Then you can come tonight
for dinner.

I want you to meet
our daughters.

- Oh, terrific!
- Now, look.

Why don't you just stand still
and I'll pull?

- Okay.

(grunting)

- Ah! Ah!

(both laughing)

- Well, some things
never change!

(both laughing)

- Oh, Rich, you're so...

- While you're waltzing down
Memory Lane, Muriel,

I'll be upstairs,
waiting!

- Henry?

Rich will be here
any minute.

Oh, come on.

You're not still angry
about this afternoon.

It was an accident our falling
on the couch together.

- You weren't
in any hurry to get up.

- How could I?
He was on top.

- I don't want to discuss it.

- We've been married 24 years

and I've never
seen you jealous.

- I'm not jealous.

I just don't like the man.
I don't trust him.

- Why not?

- Muriel, he's 52 years old.

He should have some gray hair.

He touches up, Muriel.

I know the type.

They do their armpits too.

- I-I cannot believe
you're carrying on like this.

Whatever happened to that
wonderful, open-minded,

liberal human being I married?

- Muriel, maybe you
shouldn't have married me.

Maybe I was second choice.
Maybe it was Rich Holland

that you really wanted to marry.

- Now that's ridiculous
and you know it.

I never wanted
to marry anyone but you.

I loved you.

You were warm
and sweet and kind.

I never could've married Rich.

He was overseas at the time.

- Muriel, you'll never work
for the State Department.

- Hi.
- Oh, girls!

Well, you two look gorgeous.

- I have a spot on my dress
and I can't get it out.

I asked Jackie
if she'd loan me her sweater

but she refused.

- Well, I loaned her
a sweater last week,

and she put it out of shape.

- How did I put it
out of shape?

- You had it on backwards.

Now when I wear it,
I look like Quasimodo

with twin humps.

- (chuckling)

- Mom, when's your
musician friend coming?

- I don't know.
I'm kind of worried.

I hope he didn't have
an accident.

- Don't try to cheer me up.

- Well, what time
did you tell him?

- 7:30.

- Oh, he's all right.

He probably took an extra hour
to tease his hair.

(rhythmic knocking on door)

- Guess who.
- Ahh, come in.

- See?
I told you.

- Well, I'd like you
to meet our daughters.

This is Jackie.
- Well, hello.

- Hi.
- And this is Sara.

- How you doin'?

So you're Jackie, huh?

Hi, Pops.
How you feel?

- If you don't mind, I don't
like being called "Pops."

- Hey, it has nothing
to do with age.

See, "Pops" is like
an affectionate expression

that musicians use,
you know, when--

- I know what it means.

I've been around.
I'm "hap."

- Hip.

- Hip, hap, same thing.

- Dinner will be ready soon.

Help yourself to some
hors d'oeuvres.

- I'd just like
to wash my hands first.

- Oh, bathroom's
right down the hall.

- Okay, be back in a minute.

- Take your time!

We know how long it takes
to get that dye off your hands.

- Mom, I like him.
He's handsome.

- He's held up well,
hasn't he?

- He's cute and sexy.

It's hard to believe
he's Dad's age.

- You know something?

For young girls,
you've got lousy taste.

- Why?

Mom liked him once too.

- That was 24 years ago.

She didn't know any better.

- Well, that's when
she married you.

- You want your rent raised?

- Well, he must have had
a lot of girls after him.

- Oh, a lot.

You see, in the, um...
in the days of the big bands,

the drummer was always seated up
way high on a platform

with a spotlight on him.

He was the center
of everyone's attention.

Ooh, he was a very romantic
figure in those days.

- What do you mean,
"in those days"?

(rolls tongue)

- Oh, Muriel,
I could kick myself.

- Get in line.

- Now, see,
I had something for you,

and I meant
to bring it tonight.

And of course I left it
in the hotel room.

- Well, you know,
when you hit 52,

first thing to go
is the memory.

- I thought
the other thing was.

- You're rent is definitely
being raised tomorrow.

- Uh, what was it?

- Muriel, do you remember
the demo record you made

to audition for the job
with the band?

- You-- You still have that?
After all these years?

- Hey, you were the best.

Girls, you should've heard
your mother sing.

She was dynamite.

In fact, anytime you want
your old job back...

- Oh, no, thanks, Rich.

I have my life in the best place
it's ever been.

- My sister sings pretty good,
too, you know.

- Who, Jackie?
- Not that good.

- Oh, come on.

She really sings up
a storm, Rich.

- Well, Jackie,
I'll tell you what.

Tomorrow evening, why don't you
come down to the club?

We're woodshedding
some stuff for the opening,

and I'd like to hear
what you can do.

You never know.

- Really?

I'd love to.
- Good.

It's a date.

- Well, dinner's ready.

Let's all go
into the kitchen.

- Good.
I'm starved.

- Huh.

- Don't expect too much
tomorrow night, Rich.

I'm not that good.
I just fool around a little.

- Yeah, but do you sing?

- (grunting)

Good night, sweetheart.

- You're going to sleep?
- I have to.

I'm not dressed
for anything else.

- Well, don't you wanna talk?
- Talk?

I've had enough talk
for one night.

(groans)

- Well, I'm just amazed
that you can turn out the light,

roll over, and go to sleep.

Knowing.

- Knowing what?

- That Rich invited Jackie down
to the club tomorrow night.

Aren't you even
the least bit concerned?

- Well, I would if it were you,
but it's Jackie.

Come on, Muriel, he's old enough
to be her father.

He'll listen to her sing,
he'll give her a pat

on the head,
and that'll be it.

- Did you see the way
Rich looked at her tonight?

Believe me, when Rich looks
at a girl that way,

the last place he wants
to pat her is on the head.

- Muriel, what's really
bothering you?

- Nothing.
Forget it.

- Good.
Let's get some sleep.

- It isn't fair.

- What isn't fair?

- Why is it that men get more
attractive as they get older

and women just get older?

- Oh...
(chuckles)

Thank you.

- I wasn't talking about you.

- Ohh...

(laughing)

So that's it.
- What's it?

- You feeling
a little deflated...

because an old love comes back
into your life,

looking greater than ever,
but only this time,

instead of being
attracted to you,

he's attracted
to your daughter.

It's perfectly natural.
I understand.

- You don't understand.

Rich is always
hitting on young girls.

He has a thing
for young girls.

He's notorious for it.

- What?
What?

What?

Well, why-- why did you
let him invite her down

to th-th-that nightclub?

- Well, you could have
stopped her.

- Well, I don't know he had this
reputation for young girls.

Where did you find this out?

- When I was a young girl.

- Well, well,
she's not going.

I'll handle that tomorrow.

- You will?
- Oh, I promise.

- Oh, thank you.

Thank you, Henry.

Oh, I feel so much better.

(sighs)
Now I can get some sleep.

(chuckles)

Ahh...

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Where's your sister?
- Uh, she's getting dressed.

She's going to
Rich's club tonight.

- Can you tell her
I want to talk to her?

- Jackie, Dad wants
to talk to you!

- I could've done that.

- Well, why didn't you?
I almost swallowed my tongue.

- Would you please get up?
I'm sick of talking
to your feet here.

- Hi, Dad.
- Hi, Jackie.

Listen, Jackie, I...

Sara, uh,
would you excuse me?

- Sure.
- No, no, no.

I mean I want to talk
to Jackie alone.

- Oh, I thought
you were going to belch.

- She could've stayed.
She's only gonna
eavesdrop anyway.

(Sara)
I will not!

- Jackie, I never beat
around the bush with you,

and I'm not gonna start now.

- Good, because
I'm running late.

- I don't want you to go
to that club tonight.

- Why not?

- Because I don't trust
that Rich Holland.

He's a musician.

He's worse than a musician.

He's a drummer.

- Dad, he just wants
to hear me sing.

- Oh, sure, sure, sure.
He'll hear you sing,

and he'll offer you a job
and you'll go on the road

and you'll travel
in dilapidated buses

and stay in seedy motels
and you'll take drugs

and you'll pass out
in the middle of a song

and our phone will ring
and the morgue will be calling!

- That was Bette Midler
in "The Rose."

- So you think it only happens
to Jewish girls?

- Dad, I know what I'm doing.

I'm over 21.
I earn my own money.

I have my own apartment.

- Well, I can change that
in a minute.

Look, it's-- it's not just me.

It's... it's your mother.

I'm... I'm worrying
for two of us.

- Well, why is Mom concerned?

She's known Rich for years.

She used to go with him.

- That's why she's concerned.

- Well, you can relax,
both of you.

I'm gonna go to the club
and I'll sing my song.

Rich will tell me
whether I'm good or bad.

Guess which.

And I'll be home early, okay?

Mwah.
Good night.

(Sara)
Good night, Jackie!

- Henry?
Henry?

- I'm over here by the window.

- Ooh, what time is it?

- I'll tell you
what time it is.

She's not home.
That's what time it is.

- Who isn't home yet?
Jackie?

- Mmm.

- Oh, my gosh.
It's 4:00.

- It's 4:02.

If it were 4:00,
I wouldn't be this nervous.

Muriel... did you know
our paper boy is a girl?

- Do you think
we should call the police?

- Why, because the paper boy's
a girl?

- No, because Jackie
isn't home yet.

(vehicle doors closing)

- It's them.

- Henry, where are you going?

- I'm going downstairs
and I'm going to kill them.

- Henry, wait.
- Don't try to stop me.

- I don't want to stop you.
I wanna help you.

(both laughing)

- Oh, boy, thanks
for seeing me home, Rich.

- Well, it's a habit I got into
a long time ago.

You never know when
you're gonna get lucky.

- Well, I got lucky tonight.

I had a wonderful time.

- Well, why end it now?

- Aha!

- Hiya, Pops.
What are you doing up so late?

- Mom, Dad, this isn't at all
what you're thinking.

- How do you know
what I'm thinking?

- Rich was just
kissing me good night.

- Jackie, it is after 4:00.

- I'm sorry, but I waited
for Rich till the club closed.

And then we went out
for some breakfast

and he made me a proposition.

- (stammering)
A prop-- A prop--

A proposition?

- Singing, singing.

- You mean, you--
you offered her a job?

- Yeah, to go on the road.

- Doing one-night stands
with you?

- And the quintet.

- No daughter of mine is
doing any one-night stands.

- Singing, singing!

- What am I missing?

- Clothes.
Put some on.

- Why?
Where are we going?

- Nowhere.

That goes for you too, Jackie.

You're not going on the road
with a bunch of cheap,

sleazy, hard-drinking,
pot-smoking musicians.

- Dad, I already
turned it down.

- I don't--
You did?

(chuckling)

You hear that, Muriel?

She already turned it down.

- Dad, I'm not looking to go
on the road with a musician.

I don't want to give up
my job at the bank.

Someday I'm gonna get married,

and when I do,
it's gonna be to somebody

who's old-fashioned,
reliable, and wonderful.

Like you.

- (chuckling)

- Well, uh...

I guess maybe, uh,
I'd better be running along.

Muriel, I'll, uh, make sure
you get that demo record.

- I really would like
to have it.

Good-bye, Rich.
- Bye.

Bye, Jackie.
Pops.

How about you, doll?
Do you sing?

- No, she doesn't.
Good-bye.

Come back in another 30 years.
It was nice seeing you.

(laughter)

Muriel...

I was wrong.

He doesn't dye his hair,
he buys it.

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