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♪ There is more to life than what you're living

♪ So take a chance and face the wind

♪ An open road and a road that's hidden

♪ A brand new life around the bend

♪ There were times when I lost a dream or two

♪ Found the trail and at the end was you

♪ There's a path you take and a path not taken

♪ The choice is up to you my friend

♪ Nights are long but you might awaken

♪ To a brand new life

♪ Brand new life

♪ Brand new life around the bend ♪

Hmm.

Oh, here she comes, ladies and gentleman,

the hardest-working executive in the tri-state area, Angela Bower.

In three, two, one...

Zero.

Minus one,

minus two, minus three.

Angela?

Oh, what a day.

The phones were ringing off the hook, the mail was piled up to here.

The computer -hates me.

I thought your secretary took care of that.

She won't work on Saturday.

Mother, I had to make my own coffee!

Horrors!

Hey, but now you're home, right.

You can relax and spend a nice, quiet evening.

ALL: ♪ Here come the Spartans, better beware

♪ We'll put your team in intensive care

♪ We'll break your bones and bash your brains

♪ And pick your teeth with what remains

♪ Oh, Fairfield, don't fight fair ♪

I've died and gone to hell.

One more time.

♪ Here come...

No, no. Girls, girls, girls.

No more times.

Let's cool out!

Dad, we can't cool out!

We just made the Drill Team!

We made the Drill Team!

Oh, Tony, you're going to look so cute in that short skirt.

♪ We got the fever We're hot We can't be stopped!

♪ We got the fever We're hot

♪ We can't be stopped! We got the fever ♪

Hold it! Hold it. Hold it.

All of you, including you,

could you please yell and scream at the top of your lungs

a little more quietly?

Oh, okay, okay.

Hey, girls, how about at Marci's house.

-What do you say? -Oh, gotcha.

Bye, guys. See you tomorrow at practice.

-Bye. -Bye.

-Bye. -Bye.

Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye.

Dad, where're the want ads?

-Huh? -I need to get a part-time job

so I can pay for my Drill Team uniforms.

Hey-ho, that's what Dads are for, what are you kidding me?

-How much do you need, honey? -One outfit's forty bucks.

Give me a bag of shells.

Okay, well, we wear one outfit on Fridays when it's cold out,

and another on Fridays when it's hot.

One for rallies, another for games.

And then if we make the State Finals...

The want ads are right there.

Ooh, how 'bout this one?

"Girls, girls, girls! Earn up to $1500 a week!"

Dad, this is great!

All I have to do is dance and play video games.

Give me them want ads.

I know what they want.

$1,500?

You know I could use some help around the office.

Well, what do you mean?

I could use a girl Friday on Saturday.

You mean Samantha?

Well, yes, Tony.

A big executive like Angela,

she needs someone to make coffee for her

and to be condescending to.

Ooh, ooh, I'd be perfect at that.

No, no. Wait a minute. Wait a minute, that's New York.

I mean, New York's a big city and that ad game, it's such a jungle.

Well, she would be with the queen of the jungle.

I get it, Angela.

She's... She's such a little girl.

Dad, I'm a teenager.

13 is halfway to 26,

which is halfway to 52, which is halfway to death.

Come on, Dad, please let me work for Angela before I die!

-Oh, please. -It'll be fun.

I can teach her a lot.

Someday it could be Wallace, McQuade and Micelli.

Micelli, Wallace and McQuade.

Yay, all right! Does that mean I could do it?

All right. All right, but listen,

if I let you do this you got to know a job is a big responsibility.

I know, Dad.

And, a job sounds like a ball now, but it's really gonna be work.

Okay, Dad.

When the going gets tough, you're gonna have to stick with it.

Enough, Dad.

Not quite.

And Angela, I don't want you treating her any different

than any of your other employees. No special treatment.

Tony, of course not.

Honey, the first thing we have to do is

get you the cutest little business suit.

-Angela! -Yeah? Oh.

Wow.

Whoa!

So, this is where things become new, improved and lemon scented.

Impress me, why don't you!

Hey, Sam, someday, this could all be yours.

Yeah.

Let's not rush it.

For now this desk will all be hers.

-Let's call it your base of operations. -Okay.

Ooh, barely out of grade school and the kid's got a base of operations.

-Tony. -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Ooh, wee, impress me, why don't you?

Look at this chair. What a great chair.

Hey, I can feel the power vibrations.

You can't be a career girl with your father hanging around,

watching you all day, huh?

Unless you want me to stay.

Dad.

No, no. I'm outta here. I'm outta here.

Okay.

Hey, listen, have a great time.

Oh, I will, yeah.

And if you mess up, your name is Mudd.

-Don't forget. Mudd. -I won't forget.

It's Mudd. I mean, dirty mud.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, sir, you forgot your child.

Oh, no, no, no. She's staying.

No, you must be mistaken, you see,

we're running an advertising office, not a day-care center.

Yeah, I know. I know. You see, I'm Tony Micelli.

Oh, oh, yes.

Angela's housekeeper.

Why you're all the talk around the water cooler.

Oh, yeah?

Or maybe it was someone else.

Anyway, this is my daughter, Samantha.

She's gonna be working here.

-Hello. -Oh, is she?

That's right.

Pete Willis, Account Executive,

meet Samantha Micelli, Go-fer.

Go-fer, huh? I like it.

I like it.

Now listen, far be it from me to say anything, you know that,

but how will it look if you hire a member of your own household?

Some of the other employees might think that's blatant nepotism.

Not me, of course.

And who would some of the other employees have hired?

My nephew.

Is there a... Is there a problem?

Not yet.

Pete is just a little concerned about Samantha's,

uh, lack of experience.

Oh, don't worry, Mr. Willis.

I'm going to work real hard.

You got anything I can file, staple or put cream and sugar in?

Ooh!

That's my little girl!

-Come here. -Okay.

I'm telling you. What she lacks in experience, she more than makes up for in

Micelli-ness.

And three, two, one, zero!

And in honor of your first day at work together,

I have some sparkling champagne for the lady,

and some sparkling apple juice for the other lady.

-Thank you. -All right.

Hey, now wait.

Taste those. Make sure I didn't mix them up.

-BOTH: Ah. -Good, good.

Well, ladies, how was your first day at work together?

You know, we almost lost the Mocha Magic account,

but Angela did her old soft shoe,

and now they're back in bed together.

One day on the job, and listen to the mouth on her.

Tony, your daughter is the future of Madison Avenue.

She is? When you've got it, you've got it.

-Hi! -Hello!

And how do you do?

-We're number one... -ALL: And you're number two.

Good. Good. Come on in, but wait.

Drop them pom-poms.

Mr. Micelli, we made up 14 new routines today.

14?

How will I ever catch up?

We'll teach them to you now.

Oh, you can watch, Mr. Micelli.

I would love to watch, I really would.

I would love to, but I've gotta wash some vegetables.

I'll dry.

Is that a dog barking?

Grover's calling me.

How was work?

Oh, it was great.

-Mocha Magic... -The picnic was so excellent.

Chad McCann was there.

Chad McCann?

He asked where you were, Sam.

You're kidding. I'm dying. I'm dying.

Hi, you guys.

Hi, get out.

Why should I?

Come on, Jonathan. I'm asking you really nicely.

Hey, there you go. Huh?

Brothers are such a drag.

Julia, he's not her brother.

He's Angela's son.

No wonder they don't look alike.

How does she function?

So Chad really asked about me?

Tell me everything he said.

Okay, he goes, "Hi, where's Sam?"

Oh, but don't worry, you'll get to see him next Saturday at the car wash.

No, she doesn't, Julia! She has to work Saturdays.

She'll never see him.

Oh, that's so romantic.

I'm glad you think so.

I just took this job so I could be on the drill team.

And now I'm missing all the fun stuff.

I feel like life is passing me by.

Well, you've probably made enough money for one uniform.

-Why don't you quit? -Yeah!

No.

I could never do a crummy thing like that to Angela.

She's counting on me.

And besides, if I quit, my Dad'll kill me.

So, get fired.

Oh, real good idea, Julia.

Hey, real good idea!

Yes!

No, no, no, no.

Then I'll get nailed for messing up.

ROBIN: Nuh-huh.

Parents don't care if you mess up.

All they want you to do is say you tried.

MARCI: Yeah!

Yeah, come on, Sam, lose that job!

ALL: Hey! Lose that job!

Lose that job! Hey, lose that job!

Lose that job! Hey, lose that job! Lose that job...

Marci, forget it, Angela'd never fire me in a million years.

There's nothing I could do to ever mess up that bad.

So how's the carwash?

Chad's wearing a tank top?

Uh, could you please hold, Marci?

Uh, Mr. Marci.

So, what can I do for you?

Well, I need this package sent out to the coast in the noon pick-up.

Now it's very, very, very important.

And it must, must, must go out.

Okay, okay, okay.

I beg your pardon?

I'll make sure it goes out, sir.

Hi, Marci. Yeah, I'm back.

What?

Chad wants to talk to me?

No, I can't talk to him, I look terrible.

Marci, don't put him on, if you...

Hi, Chad.

How's the carwash? What?

Sure, I'd love to be on your team.

Next Saturday?

Uh, well, I'll work something out.

Yeah, okay, Bye.

ALL: Lose that job. Hey, lose that job!

Lose that job. Hey, lose that job!

Lose that job. Hey, lose that job!

-Hey, baby. - Dad!

What are you doing here?

I was just strolling down Madison Avenue

and I thought I'd stop and take my career girl to lunch.

So, are you all through here?

I'm through all right.

Ah, that's my girl.

Come on, baby, I'll take you to Mulberry Street.

I know this guy named Cha-cha, wonderful guy. He's really fab...

GIRLS: Lose that job. Hey, lose that job!

Lose that job. Hey, lose that job!

Sweetheart, would you...

Oh, I shouldn't call you sweetheart on the job.

Honey, would you file these for me in my office?

-Sure, Angela. -Thanks.

Pete, come here.

What is this doing here? The L.A. office is going to be frantic!

Well, I don't know, Angela.

I gave it to Ms. Micelli to send out.

I mean, you said she could do the job.

But I guess you were wrong.

This is Sam's fault?

It certainly isn't my nephew's.

I don't understand.

Well, let me see. Let me see if I can explain it.

Your little protege stinks.

Hi, Ange.

Hey, Pete, you know how we asked Samantha to change our typewriter ribbons?

Well, now I've got yours and you've got mine.

I don't know where she found the time,

she was so busy jamming up the copy machine.

But have no fear, we now have a hundred of these.

What is going on?

She was fine last week.

This week she's a mess.

She made a joke of my lunch order.

I asked her for avocado and sprouts

and she gives me liverwurst and onions.

Smell.

Now that is a problem.

You want me to talk to her?

No, no.

No, I'll do it.

Let's not be cruel.

Sam, I thought I told you to file those.

Oh, file them.

I thought you said pile them.

I did.

You see they're right here in this pile.

Sam,

didn't Mr. Willis tell you that this package must go to L.A. today?

No. I think he said, "Must, must, must."

Well, it's still here, here, here.

I'm not sure I can.

I mean, I am a teenager.

Well,

you can overcome that.

I did.

So from now on, we're gonna start fresh.

You've got a clean slate.

There's the phone. Go ahead and answer it.

Wallace and McQuade.

Nice and dependable.

Oh, hi, Marci!

Uh, no, nothing important.

-Samantha... -Just a sec, Ange.

You're kidding?

Marci, you and Sam will have time to talk later.

Plenty of time.

Hey, you're home early.

So, how was your day at work?

Not great.

Not great? How not great?

Dad.

What happened to no special treatment?

You did say that.

All right. All right. You're right.

I'm sure you had a very good reason

for breaking my little girl's heart, not to mention mine!

Tony, it broke my heart, too.

Did she have you running the whole place single-handedly?

And I thought you'd be out there protecting my daughter in the jungle.

But I was wrong.

You are the jungle.

I am the jungle?

Dad, don't be mad at Angela.

I mean, if there's anybody you should be made at,

it's me.

Do you hear that?

Do you hear that?

After everything you did to her,

she's still here defending you.

That's very nice, Sam.

How did I get to be the jungle?

Sam, you know, I would never be mad at you for getting fired as long as you tired.

Well, I did try.

That's good enough for me.

Come on, go in the kitchen, you go right in there,

and have yourself a bowl of ice cream.

Won't it spoil my dinner?

Don't worry about that, Sam.

At a time like this,

you need something to wash away the pain and injustice in the world.

Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead.

Now, Tony, I don't think I deserve this kind of treatment.

-This is really... -I can't talk now, boss.

I don't want to get fired. I've got to finish this.

Oh, all right.

Sam?

Hi, everyone.

Ooh, ice cream!

So, did you do it? Did you get fired?

Yeah.

So what will you wear to the football game next Saturday?

I don't know.

Are you going to let Chad kiss you?

I don't know... Yeah!

ANGELA: Tony, put the vacuum away.

TONY: I'm busy, boss.

ANGELA: Tony, if you don't put the vacuum away,

I'm never going to speak to you again.

TONY: Ooh-hoo, promises, promises.

Hello, Tony.

Hello, Angela.

Hello, Mona. Wonderful to see you.

Would you like some coffee?

Yes, I would, thanks.

It's in the kitchen.

Oh, thank you.

No, don't see me out.

I can take care of it.

Oh, hi, Mrs. Robinson.

-Hi! -Hi.

Oh, knock it off.

Up. Shake a leg, kid.

Okay, Sam, so what's going on in there?

Well, my dad's mad at Angela because she fired me.

Oh, sweetheart, you got fired.

That's terrible!

Oh, no, it's not.

Because now she can keep her date with Chad.

I see.

And just how did you happen to get fired?

I accidentally forgot to mail a package and some other stuff.

Accidentally?

Okay, okay, okay. I did it on purpose.

You're not going to tell on her, are you, Mrs. Robinson?

Do I look like a ratfink stoolie?

No, but you do look a bit like Julie Harris.

No more ice cream for you, dear.

It's freezing your brain.

Samantha, I'm not going to tell on you.

I mean, this is just between you and your conscience.

I mean, you can either tell the truth and feel good about yourself

or you can live with that ugly lie the rest of your life.

All right, you're off the hook!

This is great.

Now you've got everything you wanted.

Yeah, so how come I feel so rotten?

Oh, that's just guilt.

Don't worry, it goes away in a couple of weeks.

I can't stand seeing you guys fight like this.

-And... -And?

And I'm really sorry.

I never meant to do anything to hurt either one of you.

Oh, this is so hard.

Welcome back to Wallace and McQuade.

What?

Angela, you are the greatest!

I take back everything I said.

I'm not a jungle?

No, you're a meadow.

Wait! You're the beach.

You're Yankee Stadium.

Yankee Stadium? Oh, I like it.

And you know what else?

-You the best boss. -Aww.

Sam, ain't she the best boss?

Isn't it great working for her, Sam?

What?

My baby.

TONY: Who's the Boss will be back in a moment. Stick around.

Samantha, would you take this report to the Chairman of the Board's Office?

It's very, very very important.

Right, Angela.

Lose it, toss it!

Throw it in the shredder.

You won't have to work, and you'll feel a lot better!

Shut up!

I beg your pardon?

Oh, not you, Angela.

Them.

Them?