All language subtitles for eight_is_enough_s02e02_trial_marriage

Come every time Mary and Doug go in her
room, they lock the door.

Oh, well, that's because... Well,

you don't really want to know that, do
you?

Oh. All right, then I'll tell you.

What it is, is... You see, I wasn't
really expecting to have to go through

with you for a few more years, but...
All right, I'll explain it to you right

now. Now, just sit down.

You are, so stay there.

Here's what it is.

It's interesting. You'll be fascinated.

What it is is that everybody, worms,

fish, birds, the bees, everybody, are
here. Are

you listening?

People grow up, and when they grow up,
they fall in love, and they want to

be close.

So they can spooch. I know all that.

You do?

Uh -huh. I know that. You know that.
Everybody else knows that. So why do

have to lock the door?

Well, because they don't know that we
know what they know.

Oh, then I guess you better not tell
them.

My lips are sealed.

Thank you, Dad.

Tom, do that. Okay.

Hi. Fisher versus Spassky. I can see.

Doug, do you want another sandwich?

Not until I beat Dr. Maxwell.

Future psychiatrist trying to psych me
out.

Two moves. Just two more moves. That's
all.

Two moves.

Good luck.

How can you keep dragging Doug to these
quaint little family gatherings, Mary?

I'm not dragging him, Nancy. He happens
to enjoy quaint.

Oh, I don't know.

I could think of plenty of better things
to do.

Ah, yes, I can see it now.

Nancy and her beloved. Some quiet,
lonely street. Window shopping.

Hurry up and win, somebody.

Checkmate.

Statue of Liberty play. Old is right.

Prehistoric is more right.

Now, Tommy, you take the ball. David,
you play long, and Doug, you stay back

block, all right? Got it. Okay, on one,
two. All right. Let's go.

Lucky at chess, but unlucky at football.

What the hostility, doctor, your youth
fixation is showing.

Okay, now, one, two.

youth fixation of mine. Really? Sorry I
knocked you down, Tommy. Hey, Tom.

I can't move my right leg.

Stay cool. You got a doctor and a half
here. Can you move your toes?

Uh -uh, they're numb.

Well, what's the matter? What happened?

Looks like he might have a sprained
ankle.

Now, hold on.

You see that?

Oh, yeah. Maybe a fractured tibia.

I think we better get some x -rays.

You mean it's broken? It can't be.

What's it say? I can't read it.

Roses are red, violets are blue, take
two aspirin, foamy in the morning.

I'm a doctor, not a poet.

Do you want another pillow? Yeah, the
thing itches and I can't get

Well, that'll pass.

In about a week, you should be able to
manage the steps with the crutches.

Well, if he can do that, why can't he
manage the steps at school? Five weeks

an awfully long time. Yeah, but at his
age, Tommy should stay off it as much as

possible if you want a perfect mend.

Well, I don't mind missing school, Dad.

Yeah, but school mind's missing you.

Their policy is to send over a tutor.

A tutor?

Terrific. I can hardly wait.

Listen, as I record your last report
card, a tutor would be a lucky break.

Gee, two breaks in one day.

There you go.

Well, I'm gonna go upstairs and see if
Tommy needs anything.

Oh, he doesn't need anything. He gets a
whole room to himself.

I'm stuck with Dad.

Oh.

Cheer up, kid.

Dad only snores at night.

How old were you when you got your own
room?

I've always had my own room.

Remember? I was born first.

It must have been fun to be born first.

Mm -hmm. Yeah.

I was the first to get spanked, the
first to get the measles, and the first

get grounded for breaking curfew.

I bet nobody ever called you the baby of
the family.

Drink your milk. You'll grow up better.

He did ask you to the movie, didn't he?

What do you mean, not in so many words?

Will somebody get the door?

That must be Doug.

Elizabeth, will you turn the oven off at
six, please? Can't you see I'm on the

phone? Yes, I can see you're on the
phone, but there's a roast in the oven,

it has to come out at six.

Sure. Yeah, I'm still here.

Hey. Hello.

I'm Sandra Sue Abbott. I'm here to tutor
Tom Bradford.

Tom? Mm -hmm.

Tommy. Tom, you're from school?

Hi, come on in and I'll take you
upstairs.

Hey, Mary, come on, hi, we're late. Hi,
uh, Elizabeth, would you please get off

the phone and take Mrs. Abbott upstairs?

Bye. Bye. Bye -bye. Bye.

Elizabeth! Elizabeth!

Where are you?

Oh, you asked him.

I see.

Hi. Hi. I'm here to tutor Tom.

Tom?

Oh, you mean Tommy. Tommy, yes.

Well, I'll take you up to him in just a
second, okay? Okay.

Elizabeth, I've been looking all over
for my new bracelet.

You have it.

Can't anyone have a conversation around
here?

Sure, just give me back my bracelet,
please. Excuse me, would you... You

you never... I'll just go on up, okay?

Oh,

hi.

Oh, hello.

Hey, listen, do you live here, too?

Sure. Second floor, third door on the
right. Would you mind telling me how to

find Tommy Braffer?

I'll see you later.

I'm just going to go on up. Who broke my
foot?

You're too young to be Tommy. I'm
Nicholas.

Tommy has a broken leg.

Yeah. Do you know how to do this? I
certainly do, and I will if you take me

Tommy. It's a deal. Okay.

Let's go.

Heads up.

Hi.

Tommy, right?

I'm Mrs.

Abbott, your new teacher.

Oh, hi.

Oh, hi.

Hi, Mrs. Abbott. I'm Susan, Tommy's
sister.

Oh, another one. Five girls and three
boys.

Well, that should make things easier,
right?

Each one of you could take a subject.

Susan, how about English?

That'd be jolly.

That'd be Joanie, okay. How about
science?

Oh, Mary is so good at science.

I'd be best at coaching Tommy in high
jump. Well, that's really clever.

Okay. How about social studies?

Sure, why not?

Yeah, well, it's going to be tough
remembering all your names.

It's easy.

Dumb Martians just sit nearby eating
tender noodles.

I beg your pardon?

David, Mary, Joanie, Susan, Nancy,
Elizabeth, Tommy.

Nicholas. I'm noodles.

I've

never

had this much homework in my whole life.
It's classwork, Tommy. You gotta keep

up. But I've got a broken leg.

You don't study with your leg.

It hurts and it itches.

Look, Tommy, I've seen your records and
they are pretty raunchy, pal. But, of

course, if you want to lose a year, just
lie back and keep griping about your

tough luck.

Yeah, well, maybe I'm just dumb.

No, dumb is for David.

You're supposed to be tender, remember?

Come on, Tommy, get your act together. I
mean, with all the help you've got

around here, you should be doing a lot
better.

Oh.

Hello, Mrs. Alice. I'm Tom Bradford,
Tommy's father. How do you do? How do

do? Well, first days are always a little
rough, but, uh... Hey, incidentally, we

need someone to coach Tommy in playing
geometry, so maybe you could, uh... Oh,

sure.

Geometry was never exactly my best
subject.

Well, give it a shot, okay?

So long, Tommy.

Bye, Mr. Bradford. So long.

Well, how did it go, son?

All right, I guess.

Is she a good teacher?

She's gnarly.

She's gnarly?

Is that good or bad?

Listen, I'll deny this if you quote me,
but I really like the way you've taken

charge of Mary.

Have I done that?

Oh. Anybody who could get Mary to give
up pre -law school for pre -med school,

believe me, is taking charge.

Well, I just think Mary would rather
ride in an ambulance than chase one.

Don't get me wrong. I want what's best
for Mary. It's just that, well, I was

wondering if either of you had given any
thought to what happens after school.

Sure.

I'm going to be an analyst, and Mary's
going to be a pediatrician.

We think that'll make a pretty good
team.

Two doctors in one family.

And neither one of them can play ping
pong.

I think I detect a challenge there.

That's right.

Can I stay in here? Mrs. Abbott is
giving Tommy a test.

Nicholas, I've told you not to interrupt
me when I'm studying.

I thought you stopped studying and
started kissing.

Nicholas...

Why

don't we go to your place?

Can't. My roommate's got the shade down.

You ought to get a new roommate.

Hey, try not to break all the dishes at
once, okay?

Well, if they break, blame Mary.

What? Oh, yeah, that makes a lot of
sense.

Dad, it's just not fair.

I mean, tonight's her night for KP, and
she's upstairs goofing around with Doug.

Oh, come on, honey. Mary is pinch -hit
for us plenty of times. I mean, you've

got to realize that she and Doug are,
uh... Well, they're, uh... I wouldn't be

surprised if they announced their
engagement pretty soon.

No kidding?

An engagement, huh?

You know, uh, that'll mean a shower.

That's right, kiddo. Shower.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

You know, it's weird.

We can be together all day, and one of
us has to leave, and all I can think

about is being with him again.

I've known the feeling.

I know you have, Dad.

That's why I know I can tell you
something very important.

Please try and understand.

Oh, you don't have to try to sell me on
Doug. I've liked him right from the very

beginning.

Are you leading up to the announcement
that my oldest daughter is leaving the

nest?

We're looking for an apartment tomorrow.

Oh, well, do you think you should put
the apartment ahead of the vows? I mean,

shouldn't you discuss wedding plans
first?

We're not getting married, Daddy.

We're going to live together.

Do you remember Madge Kleberg and Phil
Myers?

They were the Doug and Mary of our
generation.

Okay, so it's nothing new. They lived
together for 15 years.

I don't think they ever had an argument.

Until they got married.

That's what broke it up.

If they had been married, if it had been
the real thing... They might have split

after one year.

Look, Tom.

Doug and Mary are not quitting school
and joining a commune.

We're not talking about what they're not
doing. We're talking about what they're

doing. If it were my daughter, I would
give her my blessing.

Oh, I see. That's interesting. There's
one little thing, though. It's not your

daughter. It's my daughter.

Picky, picky.

Uh, Johnny.

No, Mary.

This is Doug.

Hi. Mrs. Abbott, I could only give Tommy
about ten minutes on political science.

I know he needs more, but we're busy
looking for an apartment.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, it's not easy finding a cheap
vacancy near the university.

Oh, I live near there, 1412 Compton.

Hey, you know, I think there's a vacancy
in my building.

Oh, yeah?

Maybe we should go check it out.

14 -12 Compton? Right.

Thanks. The door's open. Okay, thanks.

Hey, good luck. Thank you. Bye.

I can't understand it.

Tommy's a really bright kid, and I
always thought I was a pretty good

But it's almost as if he doesn't care.

Well,

I'll just have to give him another one
of my let's win this one for the Gipper

talks.

If the bottom line is that he has to
repeat another year, well, then that's

what he's gonna have to do.

No, that's no good.

You don't want him to start a pattern
like that.

Look, um, I think that there's something
more involved here than just the broken

leg. His records show that he hasn't
done well all semester.

I know.

You see, for the first time in Tommy's
life, his mother isn't around here to

help him when he's down.

The first time?

Gee, I, um... I never thought to ask.

I just assumed that Mrs. Bradford had
died some time ago.

No.

It wasn't long ago.

We were all hit very hard, but... I
think maybe Tommy was hit the hardest.

He and Joan were very close.

I see.

His mother dies, and it's his first year
in high school, and he breaks his leg.

No wonder he's in a slump.

It all adds up, doesn't it?

Look, you're in the teaching business.

What can we do to turn Tommy around?

Well, from my end, I guess I just keep
on truckin', only now with a little more

patience and understanding.

And what about my end?

Well, you're in the father business. I
guess you'll just have to work some of

your own kind of magic.

Oh, gosh.

I'll tell you, lately my magic hasn't
been so hot.

Hold on.

We have to make a list of the furniture
we're going to need.

A bed.

A bed. Come on, would you be serious? We
have to plan a budget.

Who needs a budget? I can more than
cover everything.

Uh -uh.

We split everything down the middle.

I've got some money saved, and I've also
got a part -time lab job at school.

What's the difference? Who pays?

The difference is between being a
partner and a mistress.

And if I'm going to be a mistress...

Then I want a yacht membership in the
country club.

For a coat.

Oh, yes.

I think I get the point.

Partner.

Joanie.

You startled me.

I wasn't expecting to find you here.

Why are you here?

Uh, no reason, no reason. I just, uh...
I just, uh...

Well, you know, actually, I was
wondering how Mary put up with this dump

long, you know?

I mean, it's awful.

Awful?

You know, awful's not the word for this
room, and this room is downright

depressing. It's no wonder Mary's moving
out.

Oh, I know, I know.

I mean, I mean... Look, you didn't go
cramped in here and everything.

Look at those curtains.

Very tacky. Really?

Poor exposure to the sun.

And it's a much longer hike to the
bathroom than from our room. You're

And with the stairs right there, all
that foot traffic must get very noisy in

here.

Definitely the low -rent district. Why
would anybody want to stay here?

No.

Awful.

Downright depressing.

Well, at least your music homework is
coming along.

Hiya, Tommy.

Did you get any studying done?

I can't concentrate for more than a
couple minutes at a time.

Have something more important on your
mind?

A few things.

You think about Mom?

Sometimes.

Me too.

A lot.

Sometimes it gets so bad, I... can't get
my work done.

I just get to thinking, and it's like...

What do you say anything?

You know, I found a way to get past
that.

I reach back into my memories and I pick
out one

of a million great moments that I had
with Mom.

And I just think about that until I
start feeling better.

Maybe it'll work for you.

Come in, come in.

Nicholas, what are you doing up? They
woke me up arguing.

About Mary's room. Yeah, Dad. Now, who
gets it? I'm the oldest. I'm the

I'm the smallest.

I'm the sorriest. Mary's room is staying
as is.

But, Dad.

I don't want to discuss it anymore.

Go to bed, Nicholas.

Dad, if I make enough money, can I build
my own room?

Yeah, sure.

Thanks, Dad.

Good night.

Good grief, Daddy, you're not even
facing reality. Mary's not coming back,

know. It's like burying your head in the
sand.

I just want to bury my head in this
book.

Good night.

Good night, Daddy.

Hi,

Dad. Oh, hi. Where are you going? To
Mary's.

Oh. I think you're spending too much
time at Mary's place.

I bet if they were married, you wouldn't
care how much time I spent over there.

You're absolutely right, young lady.

While you're admiring Mary's lifestyle,
try to remember that both of you are

products of my lifestyle.

Good morning.

Why can't you admit that Mary has the
right to do... That's enough, Elizabeth.

Let's not play last word. Good morning,
Mrs. Abbott.

Hi. Even Mrs. Abbott approves of what
Mary's doing.

What do I approve of?

What are you talking about?

She found him their apartment in her own
building.

Is that true?

Well, I did mention that there was a
vacancy in my building, yeah. I mean...

Boy, thanks a lot, Mrs. Abbott.

Well, what was wrong with that?

Look, you're in the teaching business.
I'm in the parent business.

Please, try to remember that.

Coming to bed?

Organic chemistry.

Well, uh, want to try a little practical
lab work?

Listen, gorgeous, I've got to get at
least a B on this exam.

Well, okay, if you need me.

Just will.

Okay.

Hey, what happened to that report?

What report?

The one you were typing for me. It's due
tomorrow.

Doug, I forgot.

I'll do it now, okay? What about organic
chemistry?

Later.

I'm sorry, Mary. Don't be sorry. It's my
fault.

Listen, why don't you get away from me
before I start whistling, okay?

Okay.

Okey -dokey, Johnny, the kid is set. All
right.

I don't think he's going to make enough
to build his new room, but at least

we've cleaned our closets up.

Really. Hey, hey, hey.

Are those your Sunday clothes? Yeah, you
never wore Sunday clothes, kid, huh?

I know, but I think people rather do
business for the guy in the tie.

What?

Well, good luck there, business man.

Catch you later. Yeah, make a lot of
money, huh?

Okay?

Hello, Mrs. Abbott. Mr. Bradford.
Listen, I owe you an apology.

What happened is I was upset with
Elizabeth and you happened to cross our

of fire.

You see, in this family, we shoot from
the hip and then we say we're sorry.

I'm beginning to get that impression.

So, could we have a truce, Mrs. Abbott?

On one condition. We forget the Mrs.
Abbott, Mr. Bradford bit. See, it makes

uncomfortable.

Oh, me too.

Tom.

Abby. Oh, and just for the record, see,
I mentioned the vacant apartment because

I thought Doug and Mary were going to be
married.

You did?

I did.

I got to go.

Oh, and by the way, I understand Mary's
point of view, but I agree with you, so

hang in there.

It was here yesterday.

So was his cheese danish.

Maybe it got hungry and ate the report.

Very funny.

Mr. Bradford's office.

Hi, Mary.

Yeah. Oh, yeah, hold on just one second.

Hello, Mary. How are you?

Friday night for dinner?

Well, I, uh, let me check my calendar.

Friday night, I have an interview at 7 o
'clock, and I'm not sure what time I'll

be through.

Next week?

Gee, next week looks pretty heavy, Mary.

Well, I'll, I'll, I'll call you, all
right?

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Just don't say anything, all right?

I wasn't going to say anything at all.

Good, good. And before you don't say
anything, would you get me a cup of

please?

Certainly.

Hi, Mrs. Abbott. You like fire drinks?
Hiya, Nicholas. I never could resist

them. Hey, that's a pretty snappy suit
you're wearing.

Want to buy it?

Well, I think it's a little too small
for me.

Hey, how much is this?

$1 .50.

$1 .50.

Well, if you don't want it, I'll buy it.

Okay.

Wait a minute.

Nicholas, where did you get this blouse?

From Jodi. She says she doesn't wear it
anymore.

No wonder.

It's mine.

How about a dollar?

Nicola, you're selling stolen
merchandise.

And I'll throw in a tie.

Tell me, do you always sit in the dark?

Oh, no.

Well, it saves electricity.

How is Tommy?

Oh, I was just going up to check.

He's all right, I guess.

With the notable exception of geometry.

Tough subject.

Hey, Tom, I don't mean to pry, but,
well,

you look like a man with something more
than a geometry problem.

You're right.

Mary has invited me to dinner twice now.

Both times I came up with weak excuses.

Oh, I see.

You think that by going over there
you'll be giving her your seal of

Is that it?

Well, wouldn't I?

I'm trying so hard to keep the door open
here for her, but it doesn't work.

Well, maybe that's what she's trying to
do for you over there.

Well, I've waited in this far. I might
as well go all the way, right?

Look, Tom, by staying away, you're
probably just reinforcing her

to prove you wrong.

Mary was never sure on determination.

You don't have to approve of her
decision, you know, but you really do

respect her right to make it.

Abby, thanks for waiting in.

I really mean it.

Sure.

See you later.

I asked you to peel them, not perform
radical surgery.

Sorry.

Look, why don't you go do your homework,
okay?

We're partners, remember?

I mean, first we'll do the housework,
and then we do the homework.

I'll tell you what, why don't I do the
laundry? No, no, no.

Last time you did the laundry, you
shrank my blouse and bleached out the

skirt.

I did that?

I'm really sorry, Mary.

Maybe subconsciously, I just don't like
doing the laundry.

I hate it too, Doug.

Consciously.

But I do it right.

That's hostile.

Why don't you go lay down and analyze
yourself for a while and let me finish

making dinner, okay?

Now that's really hostile.

Well, hostility begins at home.

Mary, do you realize what you're doing?

Yes, I'm peeling the potatoes. That's
what I'm doing. No.

You're attacking me because your father
keeps refusing to come over here.

Why don't you just give him a chance,
Doug? He's been busy, that's all.

Oh, come on, Mary, don't be naive.

I mean, he's playing some sort of game,
doing some kind of head trip. He figures

that if he stays away, you'll just come
running home to Daddy.

You know something?

I am sick and tired of your head trips,
Doug. Everything has to be some kind of

Freudian truism to you.

Can't you take anything at face value?

Why is Nicholas selling your clothes?

Oh, Greg, hi. What are you doing here?

Look, if things are that tough, you
should come to me.

Listen, what is this about Nicholas?
Make it quick, though. I'm in a hurry. I

have to get this peace offering ready
for Mary and Doug.

Tom, Nicholas just tried to sell me your
duck hunting shirt.

Nicholas tried to sell you my duck
hunting shirt?

I'd buy it, of course. It's nothing
personal, but I assumed if you've got

kid out selling family clothes... Things
might be a little tight.

My duck hunting shirt!

Relax, Tom.

He's not going to sell it so fast.

He's asking me a dollar for it.

Dad! Hi, Mary.

Hi. Elizabeth told me what time you came
home, so I figured I'd take a chance,

you know? I'm glad you did come in.

These were in the garage, you know,
just...

Nobody was using them, so I thought
maybe you could make use of them.

Dad, this is Mom's old set of dishes.

She hated to replace these.

Some of them may be chipped, but what's
the difference, right? No difference,

thank you.

Listen, how about some herb tea? We're
fresh out of dandelion root. Herb tea,

dandelion root?

Whatever happened to good old -fashioned
coffee? I'd even settle for reheated.

Well, reheated or not, coffee is
expensive.

Oh, yeah, right.

Well, I'll take tea. Oh, listen,
speaking of money, that's another reason

by. You know, ever since you left, I've
been saving all kinds of money on food,

about $20 a week, so I put it aside and
I want you to take it. Really.

Dad, no, thank you, but we're doing
fine.

Oh, all right. Well, we're doing good,
too. Are you? Nicholas.

Oh, he is. You know what he's doing?
He's selling my clothes.

What? Up and down the street. Oh, hi.

Hi.

Hello.

I see you found us.

Yeah, well, they were pretty good
directions.

Doug, look what Dad brought us.

Mom's old set of dishes.

Very nice.

They weren't doing anybody much good in
the garage.

I'll go make some tea.

It's a nice place you have here, Doug.

How many rooms?

You're looking at it.

Oh, and of course, the kitchen and the
bathroom. Well, our first apartment

wasn't much bigger.

This is nice.

Very nice.

But not like home, huh?

Well, I didn't say that.

What are you saying?

I'm saying hello, that's all.

No, you're not.

First, you won't come around here at
all.

And then you come around trying to tell
Mary that old dishes are better than

none at all.

Boy, you have an answer for everything,
don't you?

Look. Why don't you just let us work out
our relationship by ourselves?

By coming around with nostalgic
reminders of what she's left behind,

going to come between us.

Don't you see?

That's what love is all about, giving
someone a little space to grow, having a

little respect for their integrity.

Listen, Doctor, I've been in the
business a little longer than you, so

skip the platitudes.

Nobody really knows what love is, but it
sure as hell isn't a third -year med

school subject.

Maybe it's...

Maybe it's just being scared to death
the first time your kid drives a car.

Or maybe it's going to the same old
first grade play for the eighth time or

holding your kid tight when his dog has
been run over.

Or maybe it's just an old set of chipped
dishes.

What's going on?

I wish I knew.

Afternoon, Tommy.

Oh, hi.

Somebody's got to pick up the middle
linebacker. Hmm?

Unless you leave a back end to block,
the quarterback is going to get creamed.

Do you know about football?

Mm -hmm.

My husband played a season with the
49ers, and I had the choice to either

about the game or not understand
anything he was talking about.

49ers? What position?

Running back.

What's his name?

His name, um... His name was Frank
Abbott.

Was?

Yeah, he, um... He became a Marine pilot
and was killed in action in Vietnam.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

It's a long time ago.

Don't we show you a play he used to run?

Sure.

Mind if I erase this?

Go ahead.

This is called... A cross buck. Right.
Okay.

Now, the quarterback fakes to the first
back and hands off to the second back.

Now, notice these two lines.

They intersect, right?

Right. Hmm?

Four meaning?

Equal angles.

But only if they run in straight lines.
Yes, well, that's the point, see,

because two intersecting straight lines
always form equal and opposite angles.

That's geometry. Yes, well, you see,
football is applied geometry.

You know any more plays?

Do you know any more theorems?

You know, you're pretty sneaky.

Thank you.

Yeah, I know enough about construction
to build it.

Addition to the house?

I'd rather hire you than a stranger.

I tell you what.

You earn enough for the materials, and I
won't charge you for the labor.

Is $16 enough?

Uh, that won't quite make it.

I had $17, but Dad made me give back his
duck hunting shirt.

You sold Dad's duck hunting shirt?

Yeah, to old man McGuire. He bought it
to polish his car with.

How'd it go at the doctor's, Tommy?

The x -ray showed a perfect man. We're
gonna have a party to celebrate.

That's great.

Hey, listen.

I'll ask Dr. Timmons to lend me his saw,
and we'll take it off right at the

party.

Uh, Dr. Maxwell, are you sure you know
how to take a cast off?

Does a chicken have lip?

Uh... Yeah, sure, I guess.

You weren't supposed to answer that.
That's a rhetorical question.

Oh. I'll see you later, fellas.

Bye. So long.

He did.

Chickens do have lips, don't they?

Hey, do accordion players wear pinky
rings?

Yeah.

31, 32, 33.

$18 .33.

I'm afraid we're still a little short,
Nicholas.

Wait.

Here's another quarter.

I'm sorry, champ, but it's still not
enough.

The best we could do is about two feet
square.

Two feet? I'll have to sleep standing
up. I'll never get a room of my own.

Hey, listen.

Instead of a room, why not a whole
house?

A playhouse. We can use scrap lumber
and... Oh, boy, my own house. I can

in it and eat in it and take all my toys
in it. I'll never have to come home.

Well, that might get a little lonely.

Before I get lonely, you can come and
sleep over.

Oh.

Well, thank you, Nicholas.

Just, uh, I do that.

Okay, you'll pick up all your toys,
right?

Okay, and will you call all the people?
I mean, you know... Yeah, well, Johnny,

but he's coming.

Oh, yeah, okay.

Um, well, there's all of us.

And the Maxwells. And Mrs.

Abbott, right, Dad?

And Tommy, you want Danny and Mark here,
right? Yeah.

All right, and Susan, you bring me a
date?

Well, I don't know, Joanie. Does one
bring a date to a cast party?

Oh, very funny, very funny.

Dad, are you going to invite Mary and
Doug?

Oh, well, I mean, it's Tommy's party. He
can have anybody he wants.

Now, listen, girls, I want to go all out
for this party. The sky is the limit.

Just don't spend over $5.

Dad, wait up!

Mary and Doug aren't here yet.

Do you think they'll come?

Sure. I mean, I know Mary wants to come.

Yeah, but Doug's uptight about Dad and
Mary won't come alone.

I think so.

Tommy's coming!

Tommy's coming!

Oh, come on, everybody. Tommy's here.
Tommy!

Take a joke?

You.

Hi. Hi.

Where is he? I heard him.

Hi, dear.

Hi, dear. How are you doing?

I'm good.

You got your check?

All right.

Good.

Hey. Good to see you again.

Thank you. How are you?

Hi, dear.

Hi. Hi, Doug. Hi.

Good to see you. Good to be here.

Both of you.

Thanks.

You know, I was telling someone the
other day, we Bradfords are all alike.

We shoot from the hip, and then we say
we're sorry.

I think we med students have the same
problem.

Elizabeth, would you please take Doug
into the kitchen and make him a drink?

Yes.

Why don't you help with the ice?

Daddy, Doug and I love each other very
much.

But if our relationship is ever going to
evolve, well, we have

to just let it develop.

I know.

I haven't been any help to you and Doug.

But listen, Mary, I promise to stay
clear of things until you and Doug are

settled in.

Thank you, Daddy, but that's not the
point.

What I'm trying to tell you is that when
you get really close to somebody, it's

almost like a mirror. You see
reflections of yourself.

Exactly.

And I see reflections of your mother and
you.

I remember when Joan and I first started
out, the different routines we had to

get used to, trying to figure out which
family to visit at Thanksgiving, which

one at Christmas.

So silly.

Seems like the smallest things cause the
biggest arguments.

Daddy, you're not letting me finish, and
you're making it very hard for me to

salvage any kind of pride.

Pride?

Why? I don't get it.

Daddy, Doug and I were up most of last
night talking.

And we realized that we might be good
for each other, but we're just not ready

to be that close yet.

We've got to get to know ourselves
before we can share that self with

else.

You understand what I'm trying to tell
you?

Yeah.

And even though you said it for
different reasons, you were still right.

We weren't being fair to ourselves.

Mary, you don't have to tell me.

Daddy, please.

That's why Doug and I have decided to
give up the apartment and try living

for a while.

Oh.

You mean sort of a trial separation?

Why don't we just call the trial
marriage a mistrial?

And would you help me with my bags? I
left them in the car. Mary. Daddy,

don't say anything right now.

No, no, I was just going to volunteer
David to help carry the bags. He's much

younger than I am.

Oh, Daddy, you're not that old, you big
baker.

Welcome home.

Thank you.

Well? Thank you for the football,
please. Sure. Just don't let your

teacher know the secret.

Oh, no way she'd have a fit. She thinks
geometry is some sort of religion.

Yeah, well, you think football is.

Dad, I think Mrs. Abbott's ready to
leave.

Oh, all right. I'll walk her to the car.

You know, Dad, I don't think any of us
would object if you asked her out

sometime. Oh, you wouldn't have. Listen,
when I need your help regarding my

social life, I'll ask for it.

Hey, Tom, I got to go.

But I just want to tell you it was great
getting to know you and the whole

family. You can come around any time,
Mrs. Abbott. Sure.

I'll walk you to the car.

Okay. Bye -bye. Goodbye.

Bye. Bye,

Dad.

Come on.

Let me see.

What's happening? Dad's asking Mrs.
Abbott for a date.

All right.

Come on.

Oh, man, I can't believe it. Look, it's
like the air... reports him from

Casablanca.

How's Bogey doing?

Very badly.

He's looking at you, sweetheart.

Well? Well?

Did you ask her out? About what?

Did you ask her out? I don't see that
that's any of your business. Come on,

Daddy, tell us.

Oh, all right. I asked her out to dinner
tonight, okay?

Not too shabby. Oh, way to go, Daddy.
Hey, the dame's got class. Come.

What restaurant did you ask her out to?
You gonna spring for the big bags?

She already had a date, all right? Well,
didn't you ask her out for another

night? She's just playing hard to get.

You can do a spread on them in the
Sunday supplement.

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