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Thank you.

Okay, I'll cut it and you get to pick
which half you want. Yummy!

Oh, hey, hey, hey. No, no, no. What are
you doing with the knife?

It's just a butter knife for cutting the
fudgy log.

Oh.

Fudgy log.

Winnie brought it over as a sleepover
treat.

Yeah, we're sharing.

Yes. Yes.

Yes, sharing. So, so we'll cut it.

Into threes.

Three? Yeah, three, three. You cut it in
threes because, I mean, we're all

sleeping over, aren't we?

Threes.

I knew we should have done this
upstairs.

Don't forget, when I finish cutting this
into threes, and you guys take this

upstairs because Grandma is having
company over, all right? That's right.

college friends over. We better get out
of here. All right.

Oh, hi, Deb. Well, how are you?

And Deb, too.

This is Botch Nijai.

Botch, permettez -moi de vous présenter
mon père, Dr. Huxtable.

Oh, Dad, he speaks French, but he
doesn't speak much English.

Batch is an exchange student from
Senegal, and I'm showing him around New

this weekend.

Well, let me just drop these bags off in
Rudy's room.

Excusez -moi, Batch.

Um, will you have a sit down?

So, uh, you, uh, you, you are a friend
of, uh, of

my, my, uh, Veneta's.

Veneta. What?

Como se dice... My, my, my

daughter.

you for a friend, and you have come to
my home. I welcome you here.

However, she had a fiancé, and his name

was Debness.

Do you know she was engaged, and her
fiancé's name was Debness?

And I liked him.

And I want to know who you are.

Because you're not staying here.

Hello. Ah, dear. I want you to meet,
this is Vanessa's friend. She brought

here for the weekend. He speaks no
English. This is Mr. Buck Choi.

Butch. Butch. Butch.

Ah, very nice to meet you, Butch. Yes.

Hi, Mom.

Hi.

Well,

Mom, Dad.

Right. We're leaving. Yes, you are. And
have a nice time.

Claire,

what's

the first order of business on the
agenda?

Well, as we all know, Professor Capel of
Hillman is retiring, and our chapter of

the Alumni Association has been asked to
organize the farewell banquet.

Well, let's get on with it, because I
have quite a few things to say about

Professor Capel.

We all have a few things that we can say
about Professor Cable. But let's hold

off till Leah gets here. And while we're
waiting, we can have a Hillman Class of

63 update.

Later, anyone with children doing
dazzling things with their lives.

Anyone with ungrateful children who make
it their business to drive the arrows

through your heart. Now you're talking.
I got news for that. You take it first.

Yeah, I got some news. My daughter,
Elaine, has decided to remain at

What year is she in anyway?

We don't know.

What's her major?

We don't know.

How much is it costing you? Now that we
know.

Ed and I have taken out a second
mortgage to pay for her tuition. Now, am

wrong or did we go to college for four
years?

My son Christopher, he is now a
sophomore emeritus.

He's been there so long they think he's
a professor.

Meanwhile, on the home front...

My son Harold has a severe case of...
Mom, I know that.

Oh, dear. He must be 16. Right. I tell
him, Harold, if you're going to pull up

your grades, you're going to have to...
Mom, I know that.

And then I tell him, if you want to get
a job, you're going to have to... Mom, I

know that.

And then I tell him, Harold, if you are
18 and you are not in college, the money

stops. He tells me, Mom, tell me
something I don't know.

Now, Millicent, before I go any further,
I just got to tell you that the kids in

my school district love your book.

And I want to thank you for peddling
your influence in my behalf. And I have

announcement to make. The Children's
Literature Society has named me

of the Year. Oh, stop what you say when
you're sitting here in my house.

What are you doing now, Maxine? I'm in
grad school. Art history?

Girl! Go ahead, girl.

Sorry I'm late, everybody.

Perils of public transportation.

And I had to stop and get some sneakers
for my 13 -year -old. At least I think

they're sneakers.

Honey, they're called Air Warriors.

They got a pump.

Liquid in the soles.

And an inner tube around the ankles.
Now, I don't know if they're sneakers or

some kind of flotation device.

Is your son playing basketball now?

Jason? No, he wears them to watch TV.

Is he wearing overalls? Oh, yeah.

You know, my Rudy, I just, I don't know.
I beg that girl every day, honey,

please fasten up both sides of those
things.

We went to the market last week and
people thought she had just brought in

produce.

The problem is we give them too much. I
tell my son, Harold, I wouldn't pay $150

for sneakers. Well, you know what he
tells me.

Mom, I know that.

You want to smack him.

So, Claire, where were we on the agenda?

Oh, yes.

Professor Capel's testimonial. Now,
listen to this.

I had it written down. That's okay. I
know it by heart.

Professor Jean Capel is one of America's
foremost philosophical minds. She has

written six books.

She was very active in the civil rights
movement, but she always had time for

her 19 -year -old students.

Boring. Nap time.

Besides, Clara didn't say anything about
what the woman is really like. Yeah, if

you want to describe Professor Cable,
first you've got to start with the hat.

Oh, the hat.

She wore that hat every day. The whole
yellow felt thing with the wire brim.

could shape it in 16 different ways.

Slip it to one side and come in looking
like a pirate. And then she'd snatch it

round to the front. Walk out looking
like a yellow rose. She could work her

I don't know. What are we supposed to
say, Claire?

That Professor Capel was one of the
hardest professors at Hillman.

She always flunked you with a smile.

My transcript had all A's. Not even an A
minus. And she gave me a C.

She kept writing on my paper.

Dig deeper.

An unexamined life is not worth living.

It wasn't no deeper to get.

I remember one time when I wanted to get
away, I sneaked into the bell tower. I

climbed all the way up the staircase.

And when I finally got to the top, I got
ready to look out. All of a sudden I

heard, lovely, isn't it? I turned
around, it was Professor Capo. She was

there drawing an aerial sketch of the
campus.

And she had her felt hat turned around
like a beret.

One day, Cliff and I decided to leave
campus and go to Virginia Beach. Uh -oh.

I know, but we did it anyway.

So there we were, walking along on the
sand, holding hands, being romantic,

having a good time.

And I look up, and who is on the beach,
clamming? Yes, she was, Professor Capel,

and had that hat full of steamers.

Yes, she did. I used to dream about her.

I'd be snatching that yellow hat off her
head. And underneath it was another

yellow hat.

Another one.

Oh, she kept saying, while I'm snatching
it, dig deeper.

Red hot blankets here.

Red hot blankets for the sleepover. Red
hot blankets. Here you go.

Sir, please. This is not a bedroom.

I beg your pardon? Well... What is it?

Olivia's house of beauty.

I must be in the wrong place because I
was looking for an apartment with two

bachelorette girls.

Well... They're not here.

But you will...

you could use a little touch -up.

Do you have an appointment?

Uh, no, no. I'm just a guy.

I could do wonders with that. Let me
check my book.

Hmm.

We might be able to fit you in.

I would love that if it's all right.
I'll be right back, Mr. Thibodeau.

Come over here to the sink. To the sink?
Yes.

We need to... give you a shampoo first
to put the shine back in.

Yes. Oh, okay.

I thought I'd lost it some... Shh.

Now you tell me if it's too hot or too
cold.

I can... I

can feel... I can... I can... I can feel
the tingle.

You may want to consider a colorant to
get rid of the spray up here. Yes.

What?

Do you have any baldness in your family?

Yes. Yes, but why? Is my hair getting
thin?

Never mind.

Oh. Well, what color do you suggest?

May I suggest light blue? It's very
popular with people your age.

Madame Alicia, I'm waiting.

Just a little bit longer. You'll be so
happy. Now, I'm going to put you in a

towel. Yes.

Oh, yes, I would.

Here's a nice style book in case you
want to make a hair move.

Ah. You must be getting tired of that
same old look.

Well, what do you suggest?

Ringlets. Ringlets?

Is that what you're getting?

Oh, yes.

This is for the second.

Stunning. You look good.

Thank you very much.

You're welcome.

Now, a little hair...

And you are a dream.

But you should make the first statement.

Magnificent.

Let me rock you to your car, Miss
Thibodeau.

Thank you.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

I'll be right with you, sir. You can't
rush beauty.

Oh, hello, Madam Olivia.

I'll be right with you.

I thought I had the six o 'clock
appointment.

Who would have thought? Little Rose
Patterson, the dormitory wallflower.

Not me. And there she was, going out
with an agricultural major.

Poetry division.

Here's to call him Turkey Neck Clark.

Had those little hairs right here.

Collar buttoned up to here. What a gig.

That gig goes half the state of
Virginia. What? No.

That's right.

Two words.

Turkey loaf.

You mean it's true? Do you know it is
people like Turkey Neck Clark that

frighten me?

Why? Because when my 23 -year -old son,
Christopher, reads an article like that

in the newspaper, he wants to go right
on out and put a down payment on his own

turkey farm.

He does not realize the years of work
that that man put into something like

that. Work? These kids don't see that. I
mean, all they see is the cash rolling

in. What do they want? Money.

When do they want it? Now.

Whose do they want? Mine.

Ladies, we are not without blame. We are
the ones who buy these expensive

sneakers for people to sit up and watch
television in. I don't think any of us

were interested in clothes.

Well, except Millicent here.

Yes, it's true.

I like to dress well.

Still do.

But I was with you guys at Gilliam's
Five and Dime.

The lunch counter.

Thursday, April 25th, 1963.

I was never so scared in my life.

remember how we marched in? Oh, yes. We
were the second shift.

We came shoulder to shoulder.

Tapped the first shift on the back. They
turned and moved off their stools to

the left. And then we got in on the
right and sat down. And who was sitting

the end of that lunch counter?

The yellow hat.

Shaped like Napoleon.

That's the cable under it.

Sound of those heavy feet coming across
that linoleum floor towards us? Mm -hmm.

We just kept looking straight ahead.

And all of a sudden, hey, girl!

Ooh, I knew they were right behind us.
Listen, the next thing I heard was, you

look downright thirsty, girly. And they
poured Coke in my lap.

And they really got you good, Millicent.
Ooh, I thought you were going to lose

it. They sure did.

Now, what did they say?

You ain't getting nothing to eat.

Then they picked up this ketchup bottle
and they shook it in my face.

Then they said, how about some ketchup?
And they poured this up all over my

dress.

I was so glad that that was just ketchup
running down my dress.

And you almost broke.

Yeah. I looked over there and saw the
yellow hat sitting straight up, straight

as a boy with eyes dead ahead.

She didn't even look at me. She said,
don't you move.

That's the cable says don't move.

You don't move.

But you know, the next day when we went
to class, we were so proud.

And what did Professor Capel say?

Ladies, you have a responsibility to

fight injustice.

And you have a responsibility to educate
yourself.

Now, yesterday when you missed my class,
you chose one over the other.

And I have asked my substitute to give
you all an F for the day.

Oh, she made me so mad.

But do you know she was right?

I went back to see Professor Capel after
that class. You did? I wanted to talk

about that lunch counter. I wanted to
know how is it that people could hate

that? And I figured that if anybody had
the answer, certainly it would be a

professor of philosophy.

In all the time that I knew her, it was
the only time she did not have an

answer.

But she did say something to me that I
have cherished to this day, which is why

I volunteered to organize this dinner.

What was that?

She told me I was her favorite student.

That's lovely, Claire, because she told
me I was her favorite student.

Same thing.

She told me I was her very favorite
student, and she gave me a C.

got you there she gave me an f and she
told me that i was her most favorite

student do you have professor cable's
phone number oh yes i do

i think there are five of her favorite
students who would like to give her a

call and see how she's doing and maybe i
can get her to up my grade

And, um, how was your day?

Professor Capel sends her regards.

Professor Capel. My goodness gracious.

What is she doing with herself?

Well, she told us that she did not see
the logic in five busy women spending

their time trying to plan a dinner for
an 83 -year -old retiree and told

Millicent to get on with her life.

Dig deeper.

At the end of the semester, she told me
that

of

all the students

she'd ever had,

that I was her favorite student.

And I'll bet you were.

Give me a seat.

You know, whenever you have one of these
alumni meetings, I feel good. I start

to think about good old Hillman days.

I know. Remember when we used to walk
around that campus with those ivy

and holly -covered buildings? We'd be
holding hands.

Yes. Talking about getting married.

Yes, please.

Having children.

Yes, please.

Did we do it? Yes, we did. Huh?

Yes, we did. We kicked it all, didn't
we?

And you know what else I remember?

What? What was that? That perfume.

It must have cost 13 cents.

It cost 15 cents, and it was lemon
verbena.

I tell you, I loved it. I loved it.

And I'm going to tell you something.

We ran track.

We were running that 440, which is one
of the worst races on the face of this

earth. And I would get to the 330 mark,
and Rig would start to grab me and

bend muscles back. And three -fourths of
my brain was saying, if you stop now,

you'll still be alive.

And I closed my eyes because I'm on a
straightaway.

And I smelled your perfume all the way
and broke that tape.

And you look good.

There.

then you were indescribable then and you
are indescribable now.