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[The partridge family's "Come on get happy" Playing]

♪ hello, world, hear the song that we're singing ♪

♪ come on, get happy

♪ a whole lot of lovin' is what we'll be bringing ♪

♪ we'll make you happy ♪

♪ we had a dream we'd go traveling together ♪

♪ we'd spread a little love ♪

♪ and then we'll keep movin' on ♪

♪ something always happens whenever we're together ♪

♪ we get a happy feeling when we're singing a song ♪

♪ traveling along there's a song that we're singing ♪

♪ come on, get happy

♪ a whole lot of lovin' is what we'll be bringing ♪

♪ we'll make you happy ♪

♪ we'll make you happy ♪

♪ we'll make you happy ♪

[♪♪]

Look at it this way, mom,

if I don't get my own place,

that song just isn't gonna get written.

But, Keith, my son,

you've always been able to write your songs at home before.

[Sighs]

But there's no privacy,

and the noise in this house

keeps getting worse all the time.

[Laughs]

Who are you kidding? If you got your own place,

the noise would make this house sound like a library.

Will you just play your part.

Now ask me about the money.

The money. I love things

that are spontaneous and unrehearsed.

But, Keith, what about the money?

Good question.

Since I'll be using the place as a studio,

it'll be a tax deduction.

At the end of the year,

it could wind up saving us money.

Maybe if we all took separate places, we'd get rich.

Laurie, you're not helping.

All right.

Here's a question mom's sure to ask you:

Keith, what's the real reason you wanna move out?

[Sighs]

You mean the other real reason.

Okay, I'll tell you.

I need freedom, a place to spread out.

I'm a blossoming young man without a garden to grow in.

[Scoffs]

That is really awful.

Well, something like that, for dramatic effect.

Well, I don't believe a word of it.

But I'll say one thing for you:

You certainly have your answers down pat.

[Knocking]

Laurie? Hi, honey.

Would you return this with that other batch of books, please?

Sure, mom.

Uh, mom?

Uh, there's something I'd like to discuss with you.

Oh? What is it?

Mom, I've been seriously thinking about

moving out of the house and taking a place of my own.

Really? Forget it.

That's one answer we didn't cover.

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

Hey, here's one.

Twelve rooms and servants' quarters,

swimming pool and tennis court.

Only $100.

A hundred dollars? What...?

[Sighs]

That's $1000.

That kind of mistake isn't like me.

Will you stop looking in the Taj Mahal section.

All I need is a bare desk and a naked light bulb.

That's one thing about you, Keith, you don't give up.

Mom's been saying no for days, but you keep trying.

I told you, Danny, it's not for me.

It's for the family.

You mean the family's gonna have girls and wild parties

at your place?

Hey, this sounds great.

"bachelor room with private entrance

in exchange for light gardening."

hello? Yeah, I'm calling about your bachelor room.

Sure, I can garden.

Yeah. Rosario road?

The 700 block? Who is this?

Mr. Jarvis, this is Keith partridge,

your next-door neighbor.

Yeah, all right, I'll come over after dinner.

Yeah, fine. Thanks. Bye.

[Sighs]

Right next door. This is perfect.

Perfect. Now you won't have to cross the street by yourself.

[♪♪]

Hey, mom?

Hi, Keith.

You finish the new song yet?

Hi, Reuben. Haven't even started it.

Haven't even started it?

Keith, we have to fill that album with music.

And the partridge family is not exactly known

for their organ interludes.

Reuben, it's a personal problem.

I can't work around this house anymore.

What are you talking about? What is he talking about?

The same thing he's been talking about all week.

He wants his own apartment.

Your own apartment?

[Scoffs]

Do you know when I got my own apartment?

Three years ago, when my mother moved to yonkers.

Better take the roast out.

Reuben, this is for the album.

I'm talking about a place

where I can write music, that's all.

Mom, our next-door neighbor has a room.

It's rent-free and just light gardening.

What do you say? No.

[♪♪]

Shirley, this is none of my business...

Don't tell me you're on his side.

Well...

Reuben, he's too young.

He's 17. Kids his age start changing.

They wanna be more independent, spread their wings. It's normal.

He can't even take care of himself.

Can you see him washing his own clothes

and cooking his own dinner?

Well, maybe he can't handle it.

If not, he'll come home.

I don't want him to leave.

Well, I don't want him to, either.

But if he's got his mind set on it...

[♪♪]

Well, in a year, he'll be old enough to leave

without your permission.

And by then, Mr. Jarvis may not have a room

to rent next door. [Sighs]

Reuben...

They grow up so fast.

I know.

[♪♪]

Well, this is the last load. I guess I'm leaving.

All: Yay!

That's one of the reasons I am leaving.

I get no respect around here.

Well, goodbye, Keith.

Goodbye, mom.

Look, mom, there's no reason to get upset.

I mean, after all, I'm not moving across country,

just across the driveway.

I know. Just don't step on my tulips on the way.

I won't. Bye.

Make sure when you get to your new place,

you give us a call.

We wanna know if you made it safely.

Be sure to write every day.

We'll forward all your mail.

Don't forget to take your nap.

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

[Keith sighs]

Keith: My own hangers.

Hi, neighbor. Hi, mom.

How's it going? Oh, great.

Just great.

Uh, say, mom,

I've been pretty busy

and, uh, I don't have an ironed shirt.

Oh, no, you can iron your own shirt.

I packed a traveling iron in your suitcase.

[Sighs]

Is that what that was?

I thought it was a paperweight.

[♪♪]

[Coughs] [Knocking at door]

[Sighs]

Are you having a fire sale?

Have you ever tried to iron a shirt?

Looks like you ironed it with a hot paperweight.

[Coughs]

What's in the bag?

Hey, that's my shirt.

Yeah, you left it at home

and I thought you might need it.

So I had it cleaned and pressed.

[Sighs]

Okay, what's it gonna cost me?

In this special get-acquainted offer, the first one is free.

After that, at any time,

if you choose to cancel my services,

well, then, you're under no further obligation.

I feel like I'm talking to the back of a magazine.

Exactly what services are you talking about?

Food, drink, laundry.

I'll run a tab, payable at the end of the month.

Uh-huh.

I'll have to sign a contract, of course.

Don't be silly, Keith.

All I need from you is your... Your good word,

a friendly handshake and a $5 deposit.

[♪♪]

Keith [over walkie-talkie]: Danny, are you there?

Can you hear me?

Yes, this is mayday. I read you loud and clear, bluebird. Over.

This is not bluebird. This is Keith.

And will you cut that dumb commando routine?

It's not my fault you can't afford a telephone.

I know, but I feel like a complete idiot

talking into a captain kill walkie-talkie.

Okay, if you wanna shout out the window

and have mom hear you, go ahead.

Danny, I'm hungry.

A little food will bring you back to normal.

Yeah, what have you got?

Today's special

is peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches,

and your stretch socks are ready.

Okay, but hurry. I'm hungry and my feet are cold.

[♪♪]

Hi. How's your light gardening going?

I feel like a sharecropper.

What's for lunch? I'm starved.

Today's special is a savory...

Peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich.

I've memorized the menu.

Danny: That's $1.35. Keith: $1.35?

For a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich?

That includes a pickle and potato chips.

[Sighs]

That's $1.35 out of two.

That's 25, 50, 65...

Danny.

Danny?

Keith, have you seen Danny?

Danny? Why would I see Danny?

Well, if you do, would you tell him that lunch is almost ready?

Homemade soup and roast-beef sandwiches.

[Sighs]

Yeah, I'll tell him.

Boy, am I starved. Here's your lunch.

Wait a minute, it's crushed.

The... the potato chips are potato dust.

Doesn't matter, the flavor's locked inside.

Oh, you even squished my pickle.

It tastes the same.

I won't pay. You already did.

You can't get away with this.

Call the better business bureau.

[♪♪]

[Chuckling]

Okay, Vicky. Yeah, 7:00 at my place.

Okay. Bye.

Who's Vicky?

Oh, a pom-pom girl in college.

Oh, an older woman.

Keith, do you really like living alone?

Well, it's, uh...

It's groovy, you know?

But I must admit,

it's not the playboy life I thought it would be.

Oh?

Mr. Jarvis' light gardening

takes about three hours a day.

I hardly have time to do my homework.

But, uh, I'm doing okay.

Mm-hmm.

You eat all right? Oh, sure.

Listen, I have to make

these practice meat loaves for home ec.

And if you wanted them I could make them at your place.

Oh, great.

I, uh... I mean, I'd do it to help you out.

I'm just doing them for myself.

Like homework to me.

Danny: Hey, Keith!

Keith, I got your record player and the records you wanted.

This must be some heavy date.

Never mind.

Bolero? On your first date?

I happen to like bolero.

What's bolero?

Well, you know about the birds and the bees, don't you?

Of course.

Well, they got the idea

from listening to bolero.

Hi, Keith. You didn't have to dress up to come home.

How's the song coming?

Song?

Song. Oh, listen,

I got some great ideas running through my head.

Well, have any of them run down your hand and onto paper?

Well, Reuben, what with unpacking

and school and all this gardening...

Nothing.

Nothing.

Keith,

your big excuse for moving out was to write that song.

When are you gonna do it?

Tonight. I promise I'll burn the midnight candle.

[Romantic music playing]

[Knock at door]

Coming.

[Knocking persisting] Uh, be right there.

Hi. Hi, Vicky. Come on in.

I see you wore your cheerleader outfit.

Well, yeah, I said I was coming over

right after the game, remember? Oh, that's right.

Danny, what are you doing?

Waiting for bolero.

When are you gonna learn to respect Keith's privacy?

As soon as he gets some window shades.

Well, shades or not, you shouldn't be looking.

How's he doing?

He's way behind the music.

Mom, what about your diet?

I'm taking some food over to Keith.

Keith?

Mom, you're going back on your word.

Maybe. But I don't think he'll survive the winter

on a steady diet

of peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches.

I'm sure food will only distract him from his work.

He'll work much better on a full stomach.

I'll take it to him.

Thanks, honey,

but I've been a little hard on Keith,

and I wanna take it over myself.

Would you slice a piece of cake for me, please?

Oh, gee, mom, I'd love to,

but I've gotta go dissect my frog.

Danny!

You got here just in time.

He's playing bolero for the third time.

Except, this time, he looks like he means it.

Never mind that. Mom's taking dinner over to Keith.

What? We have to warn him.

[Sighs]

Hello, this is mayday calling bluebird.

Bluebird?

It's no use.

Bluebird turned off his walkie-talkie.

Why don't you just yell to him?

Don't yell. Mom's already on her way.

What do we do now?

[Bolero music playing] [Sighs]

[Clears throat]

Vicky... Yes, Keith?

Vicky, I... Yes?

It's for you.

Uh, Vicky, would you mind stepping into the closet?

What?

Something's come up and I can't explain.

Your wife's on her way up? My mother.

Your mother?

I knew you'd understand.

[Music turns off]

[Knocks]

Oh, hi, mom.

Hi. I fixed you some dinner.

Aren't you gonna invite me in?

Sure. Sure.

I was just working.

Well, if you're not hungry now, you can heat it up later.

Keith...

Your walls are leaking.

Oh, it must be the humidity.

I'll tell Mr. Jarvis in the morning.

What are you doing?

I've decided to do some of your laundry.

No, no!

No, no. It's not in the closet, it's right here.

Also doubles as my pillow. How resourceful.

Well, mom...

I'm going, I'm going.

Another night, I'll have you all over for dinner.

I said I was going. You don't have to threaten me.

Thanks for the dinner and the laundry, okay?

What are moms for.

Good night.

Do you know you have moths?

[Knock at door]

She must have forgotten the dessert.

Keith. Archie.

As soon as we heard you got your own place,

we came right over. [All chattering]

Not bad. Kitchen, stove, refrigerator.

Vicky! Archie! Oh, Archie.

Archie: What a surprise.

I thought I was gonna spend

the rest of the night staring at a moth.

Archie: Hey, gang, Vicky's here.

Bernie: Hi, Vicky.

Archie: Keith, you're the perfect host.

We're all paired up, three girls and three guys.

[Sighs]

Four guys, but who's counting.

[Upbeat dance music playing]

Hi. Hi.

I was wondering if I could use my room

to finish the song.

Sure. What's the matter with your place?

Uh, well, a lot of things,

but right now there's a party going on there.

How did a quiet date with a pom-pom girl

turn into a party? You knew?

How did you know?

Well, um, pom-pom on the sofa,

smell of perfume,

and that boleroalbum.

[Sighs]

Really, Keith, boleroon your first date?

[Sighs] You know, mom,

I've been thinking about living on my own.

Maybe it's not what it's cracked up to be.

Why do you say that?

Well, I'm old enough.

I mean, it's not that.

It would have been great,

but all that gardening doesn't leave me time for anything.

Mr. Jarvis would have made a great feudal lord.

Being so close to home,

it's not really like having your own place.

[Sighs]

Mom, I really wanna be free.

But suddenly, I had so many obligations

I found I had no time to be free at all.

[Sighs]

Maybe I should just wait,

at least till I'm out of high school.

Well, it just so happens that I have a room opening up here.

But I better tell you about it first.

No private entrance, you have to share the shower,

and the other tenants are very noisy.

I'll take it.

[Laughs]

[Playing "Every song is you"]

♪ magazines and afternoon dreams ♪

♪ get me through the day ♪

♪ and till the night can smile for the people ♪

♪ as I sing and I play

♪ I left home

♪ it seems like a century ago ♪

♪ I never thought

♪ I could miss anybody so

♪ but now I know

♪ everywhere I go

♪ everywhere I go

♪ everything I do

♪ every song is you

♪ searched my mind

♪ just to find something I always knew ♪

♪ everywhere I go

♪ everywhere I go

♪ and everything I do

♪ every song is you

♪ searched my mind just to find ♪

♪ something I always knew ♪

♪ every song is you

♪ everywhere I go

♪ everywhere I go

♪ everything I do

♪ every song is you

♪ searched my mind just to find ♪

♪ something I always knew ♪

[crowd clapping]

♪ everywhere I go

♪ everywhere I go

♪ everything I do...

[♪♪]

Seven dollars and forty-five cents for food.

Six dollars and forty cents for washing and ironing.

That comes to a total of $13.85 you owe me,

minus your $5 deposit.

That comes to a total of $8.85.

Seven and a half dollars for food?

Come on, Danny, you gave me half a dozen

peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches.

Danny: You did buy them at supply-and-demand prices.

Keith: Yeah, well, how do I know these prices are accurate?

Well, it's all right there in black and white.

So are grimm's fairy tales.

I'll take an iou.

[Sighs]

Danny, I'd like to settle up with you.

Settle up?

You know all that food you took over to Keith?

Yeah? Well, our bill

for peanut butter nearly doubled, and so did the jelly.

The, uh, total amount is, um, $8.

Eight dollars?

I only made half a dozen sandwiches.

That includes the wear and tear

on the refrigerator door.

I have my overhead, you know.

And I figured how much you owe me.

With washing and ironing at $1.50 per hour,

it comes to $8.25.

You can't do that. I'm losing money.

It's all there in black and white.

We'll take an iou.

Boy, the small businessman

just doesn't have a chance anymore.

[♪♪]

[♪♪]