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Cheers is filmed before
a live studio audience.

Payday, payday.

Sam, Carla, Woody.

Oh, come to Papa, baby.

Boy, have I got plans for you.

Yeah, no kidding, Woody?

What are you
going to do with it?

Put it in the bank.

Whoo, don't get arrested, buddy.

Hey, Shoulder Pads, freeze.

Yes, Carla?

I seem to be a little short.

Yes, but you have
a warm personality.

When you added up my paycheck,

I think you forgot to count
a couple of fingers and toes.

Oh, I'm afraid I had to dock you

a total of two and
three quarters hours

for being late last week.

I had good excuses.

Three deaths in the
family since Monday?

It's been a bad week.

Carla, Carla, here's a little
time management trick that I use.

I set my watch ahead

a half an hour.

That way, when I think I'm
getting someplace on time,

I'm actually fooling myself

into getting there early.

Hey, you know, that makes
good business sense, boss.

I guess if I set my
watch an hour ahead,

it'd be twice as good, huh?

Right.

Hey, what do you know?

It's lunch time.

No wonder I'm so hungry.

♪ Making your way
in the world today ♪

♪ Takes everything you've got ♪

♪ Taking a break
from all your worries ♪

♪ Sure would help a lot ♪

♪ Wouldn't you
like to get away? ♪

♪ Sometimes you want to go ♪

♪ Where everybody
knows your name ♪

♪ And they're always
glad you came ♪

♪ You want to be
where you can see ♪

♪ Our troubles
are all the same ♪

♪ You want to be where
everybody knows your name ♪

♪ You want to go
where people know ♪

♪ People are all the same ♪

♪ You want to go where
everybody knows your name. ♪

What you reading, Cliffie?

Oh, the, uh, Massachusetts
Scientific Journal.

Yeah? Yeah.

Yeah, you know,
this, uh, magazine

is sent to some of
the most prestigious

and high-minded intellectuals

in the greater
metropolitan area.

How come you have it?

Some guy on my route left town

and uh, didn't leave
a forwarding address.

Oh, hey, Carla, looky here.

It says the Britain Institute's
doing research on twins.

Maybe you can get

your gruesome
twosome in there, eh?

Yeah, right, like I got
nothing better to do

than schlep Little
Elvis and Jesse around.

Especially so some pointy-heads

can plug electrodes
into their skulls

to see what makes them slobber.

That's too bad;
they're offering,

uh, 50 bucks apiece.

I always wondered
what makes them slobber.

Sorry I'm late.

Where's Sam?

He's upstairs having
lunch with Evan Dreck.

Oh, God, Mr. Drake shows
up on a day that I'm late?

Well, don't worry.
I've covered for you.

Told him you were drunk.

What does this mean?

When did Evan start
taking Sam to lunch?

When did the two of them
become good friends?

When did I start
talking to myself?

Hey, maybe he's going to put Sam

in charge of the bar again.

What? Don't make me laugh.

Sam, I'm serious
about that offer.

Now, I want to move
you up. What do you say?

Oh, sounds tempting.

When I see you behind that bar,

the more convinced I am
your talents are being wasted.

Yeah, I know, I know,

but they won't let me
bring a bed in here.

Yes, yes, boy,

thank you; of course I will.

I, uh, I'll get
the ball rolling.

Hello, Mr. Drake.

It's so wonderful
to see you again.

Yeah, I'm going
to use your phone.

You scum-sucking,
power-hungry, backbiting creep.

You stole my job.

Ah, come on. That's not true.

But I will bite your
back for you if you want.

Oh, well, then, what
were you talking

to Evan about?

He just offered me

an executive position
down at headquarters.

You scum-sucking,
power-hungry, backbiting creep!

Hi, Mr. Drake.

I was just congratulating Sam.

Great.

Uh, it's all set, Sam.

Hey, uh, listen.

Uh, I'm really
excited about this,

but are you sure
that I'm qualified?

I mean, you know, I
never even finished college.

How far did you get?

Halfway through the application.

I still have it here if you...

Nah, that's okay.
You're qualified.

See you tomorrow.

All right. Whoo.

Something funny
is going on here.

Why did he hire Sam?

Why is he making
him an executive?

What's the matter with me?

Well, for one thing, Miss Howe,

you talk to yourself
an awful lot.

Hmm.

Mr. Malone, I hate to rush you,

but people are waiting.

Have you made a decision yet?

Yes, Mimi, I have.

I'll take the tuna on
toast with iced tea.

Done.

Oh, and, uh, after lunch,

we'll, uh, finish the
memo I was drafting.

Where did we leave off?
"To whom it may concern."

Boy, I like the way that sounds.

Mr. Malone, some
gentlemen are here to see you

from the firm of
Peterson, Clavin and Boyd.

Peterson, Clavin and Boyd,
Peterson, Clavin and Boyd.

Uh, Mimi, tell them I'm
in an important meeting

and can't see them, please.

Hey, get in here, you mugs!

Uh, Sam, don't be nice, now.

If you really have a meeting,

we don't want to bother you.

No, no, oh, come on.

Get in here. Get in here.

Well, major corporate
digs, buddy, eh?

Talk about your
office in the sky.

Hey, oh, hey, lookit down here.

There's a guy washing windows.

Ooh.

That's one job you
wouldn't catch me doing

for all the bridges
in Bridgeport.

Standing on a platform there,

suspended hundreds
of feet over certain death.

You said it.

Hey, let's throw something
at him and scare him, eh?

Hey, you know,

actually, uh,

these, uh, windows don't open.

You're in a what's called

a climate-controlled office.

Very impressed, Sam, eh?

Oh, hey, Sammy,
you do look every inch

the corporate
muckety-muck there,

doesn't he?

Well, you know, I
don't want to brag.

Mimi, get in here and
brag for me, will you?

Just kidding, Mimi.

While I have you,
Mr. Drake is on his way over.

Oh, guys,

I'm sorry, men, uh...

Oh, yeah, sure.

That's okay. That's all right.

Uh, we're running late

for our next appointment
anyway, boys.

Where is that?

It's at the bottom of
the lobby escalator

watching the secretaries
go up to the lunchroom.

All aboard for the
Underalls Express,

now leaving Track 29.

You mugs!

Ah, Sam.

Oh, hey, Evan.

I'm sorry. I was
engrossed in my work here.

Just came to check on you.

How you doing?

Looks like you're making
yourself at home here.

Desk. Supplies, huh?

And the requisite
picture of your, uh...

self.

It's not really a great one,

but it's the only big one I had.

Yeah, well...

You're all set then,
huh? Yeah, oh, yeah.

Full steam ahead.
Take no prisoners.

Excellent. All right.

You know, I, uh...

I do have, uh, one
little question, though.

Shoot.

W-What do I do?

Ah, yes,

well, now, yours being
a newly created position,

your responsibilities as
yet are not clearly defined.

Well, uh, that
helps, that helps.

But we're looking
for your input.

Input... got you;
all right, input.

Yeah, well, listen,

I'm going to be late for lunch,

so, uh, we'll talk later
at softball practice, huh?

Oh, hey, you got a
softball team, huh?

Oh, yeah, all the
corporations do.

It's a lot of fun, very casual.

Wear cleats.

Hey, I'll have lots of
input for you then, sir.

Okay, all right.

Input, input.

Let's see, here.

Mimi, call Maintenance.

Ridiculous.

Stupid Sam.

Executive?

I'm sorry. Are
you talking to me?

No, I was talking to my...

Yes, I was.

So, you say that they did
make Sam an executive?

Oh, yeah, absolutely.

Yeah. Yeah.

Giving him the red carpet
treatment over there.

He's a regular Armand Hammer.

Oh, that reminds me.

I got to change the baking
soda in my refrigerator.

Hi, everybody.

I just got back
from twin testing,

and I would like to announce
that I now like science

100 bucks more than I used to.

Hey, all right.

I found out that Little Elvis

is a lot more aggressive

in certain situations
than Jesse.

Or is it vice versa?

Ah, who cares?

Not these twins.

Whoa.

People, I have an announcement!

Mr. Sam Malone,
the newest member

of the corporate softball team,

just pitched a shutout
against General Electric!

I'd say I loved
pinning back the ears

of a Fortune 500 company.

Kind of makes you feel proud

to be part of the
corporation, doesn't it?

Rah-rah-rah.

Hey, you know, I never knew

that you were a cheerleader.

Although I have always
admired your pom-poms.

Sam, uh, why does your jersey

say "Heppel" on the back?

Oh, that was some guy

who used to work
for the company.

They haven't had
time to order mine yet.

Supply problems.

"Supply problems." Yeah.

Yes, that happens a
lot in large corporations.

You know, Sam,
they were really lucky

to get you on the team.

You want to know how lucky?

They just made the playoffs
the day before they hired me.

Oh, my...!

I finally figured it out.

Life makes sense,
and I am not crazy.

Well, that's only a
layman's opinion.

Sam is a ringer.

Evan just hired him to
win the championship.

In two weeks,
he'll be out of there.

Now, Rebecca, you
can't tell him that.

At least let the man enjoy

his day in the sun.

All right.

Sam has taken enough
hard knocks this year.

No, it's pleasure enough
for me to just know.

I won't break his heart.

Oh, hey, uh, Rebecca,

the guys decided

that you could be
our cheerleader

on one condition.

Lose the bra.

I won't break his heart.

I will rip it from his chest.

Here are those

copies of your
report, Mr. Malone.

Oh, great.

You got colored paper.

Oh.

Hey, hey.

Look at that.

Lots of input.

Am I interrupting anything?

Oh, hey, Rebecca.
No, come on in.

Thank you, Mimi.

Well, Rebecca...

welcome to the,
uh, executive office.

Would you like to have a seat
in the executive chair there?

Or maybe on the executive sofa?

Or how 'bout the executive lap?

No, but, uh, seriously,

uh, what-what brings
you down to corporate?

Oh, I have a little information

about your promotion

that I'm going to really
enjoy sharing with you.

Oh, yeah. Listen.

Before you do, there's something

I want to talk to
you about, too.

Uh, sit down, please, sit down.

Uh...

I just want to say

tha-that I'm sorry, you know,

for teasing you the
way I did and everything.

I know we both had
a lot of fun with it,

but i-it wasn't right.

That's okay. I just wanted...

No, no, no.

See, it, it wasn't okay.

I mean, absolutely not.

I...

I think I was just
trying to, you know,

show off in front of the guys.

Truth is...

this is all kind of new to me.

I keep expecting somebody to
come through the door and say,

"Malone, job's
over. You're through.

"Get out of here,"
and it's a big joke.

Good. Is it my turn now?

No, in a second, in a second.

You know, the, uh...

first thing that I did...

When I was alone
in the office here...

I, uh, called my father,

who I hadn't talked to

for over three years.

And when I told him
where I was sitting,

you know, what I
was looking out at,

and, uh, what,
what my title is...

for the first time ever,

he told me how
proud he was of me.

Anyway. Whoa!

Uh, what-what are you
dying to tell me here?

Just that we

are darn proud of you, too.

Oh, thank you!

God, that's great. Thank you.

Hey, hey, get a load of this.

My folks, uh...

Their wedding
anniversary is next month.

I'm gonna fly them in here,

and I'm gonna give
them the grand tour.

I just can't wait to
see their faces. Stop.

What?

Sam... I didn't want

to have to tell you
this, but now I have to.

All right, all right,

What do you got?
No, I actually did want

to have to tell you this,
but I wanted to enjoy it,

and now you've ruined that,
and I have to tell you anyway.

You're not gonna
be here next month.

What do you mean?

Malone, you're a ringer.

Ooh, I did like
doing it a little bit.

Wh-What do you mean, ringer?

I mean that Evan just hired
you to win the championship.

And when that's
over, you're history.

Oh, boy.

I should have expected this.

Sam, it's just the way
of the business world.

No, no, no, no. I mean,
that you are jealous.

How petty of you.

I can't believe this.

You know, the fact

that I played baseball has
nothing to do with this job.

I am a good executive.

And, you know,
you are way off base,

and I'm gonna prove it to you.

Mimi, get-get Mr. Drake
on the phone right away.

Right away, Mr. Malone.

Sam, you don't have to do this.

You know, I was hired
for a lot of reasons.

Like what?

Yeah, I'll tell
you, "like what,"

like this report, for example.

This sucker is
loaded with input.

Sam, as one friend to another,

I really am just trying
to do you a favor.

Mr. Drake is still
in a sales meeting.

What do you mean,
a sales meeting?

Why aren't I there?

I-I'm the Eastern...
the Western...

I-I'm the Southwest...

I'm the "Eastern
Regional Sales Manager."

I don't know, but he
said to rest up your arm

because you're starting tonight.

Well, there's just probably

some mix-up.

You know, maybe I missed
a memo or something.

I'm gonna go, uh,
straighten this out right now.

Don't you have a job
to go to or something?

Mimi, call Maintenance.

All right, have your people

coordinate with Marketing.

We'll get this
campaign on the boards.

Will do.

Sorry I'm late.

I guess that about wraps it up.

Uh, say, before you go,

I just want to say

that I'm really backed
up with paperwork,

and I won't be able to
make the game tonight.

What? What?

Can't make the game?

Hey, wait a minute, Evan.

I-I didn't give up
my office two weeks

to let this guy do paperwork.

Easy, Heppel.

Heppel?

What? You're Heppel?

But... I thought that
you were supposed...

Oh, boy.

I-I am a ringer.

That's right.
I'm right, aren't I,

that I'm a ringer?

Well, I'll be straight
with you, Sam.

Sure, we originally hired you

to pitch for the
softball team, but, uh,

actually, you've turned out
to be somewhat of a surprise.

Oh?

Yeah, yeah, you're a much
better hitter than we anticipated.

Come on.

Man, this really bites it.

I mean, here I thought
you wanted me for my mind,

and it turns out you just
wanted me for my body.

Where have I heard that before?

Is it really that bad, Sam?

I mean, you make good money.

Everyone around here likes you.

What's the problem?

The problem is that, you know,

as soon as softball
season's over,

I'm out of here.

You don't have to be.

We'll find a place for you.

I mean, uh, softball
season next year.

No, no, no.

You know, if I'm
gonna stay here,

I want it to be for
legitimate reasons.

I mean, come on, Evan,

at least look at my report.

Now, if you think that
I have what it takes,

you know, after looking at that,

to be an executive right
here, right now, the way I am,

then, you know, then fine.

But otherwise, I think

you know, we should just

shake hands like
gentlemen and part company.

Ho! Lock up your women!

Sammy's back.

Sam, you know, I'm sorry

to hear about the
termination there, buddy.

Yeah, tough luck, pal.

Yeah. Hey, easy come, easy go.

No, truth is, it was a shock,

but then I, uh...

I went into the
executive washroom,

and I splashed some
water on my face,

and I looked in the mirror,

and the mirror
looked back and said,

"You're not an executive, man.

Get back to where you belong."

All right.

Yeah. Smart there.

I thought they only had
mirrors like that in the movies.

It's good to be back.

Oh, Miss Howe will
sure be relieved. Yeah?

She said that you'd be shattered

and we should all
be really nice to you.

She did, huh? Mm-hmm.

Well... maybe I ought to
go set her mind at ease.

Ooh.

Hi, Rebecca.

Oh.

How are you, Sam?

Well, I'm kind of... shattered.

I was afraid you might be.

Do you mind

if I stand here for
just a little while?

It's kind of hard for
me to go back out there

after what happened.

I feel so humiliated.

You just take as
long as you need.

Would you like to talk about it?

You mean about how bad I feel?

Yeah, you know,
sometimes that helps.

Well, I feel pretty bad.

So... bad.

I know.

And I feel terrible
that I had to tell you.

Oh, well there's no sense
in us both feeling so bad.

Oh, God.

I just hate to see
you like this. Oh... oh.

You know... Hmm?

Sometimes these things happen.

But you will always
have your job here.

Oh, it's not just
losing the job.

It's that I was, you
know, taken advantage of.

I know. I know.

You know, that I was used,

that I was just, you
know, manipulated

by somebody who just
cynically wanted to...

get something from me.

Malone, what are you doing?

I-I'm feeling bad.

No, you are feeling pretty good.

Okay, I admit it.

I'm not a sad guy.

I'm a happy, horny guy.

You know... we need pity, too.

Oh, God, you are choice, Malone.

You are just really choice.

You will do anything
for a roll in the hay.

If you will play
on my sympathies,

then you will stoop to anything.

God, I am tired of fighting you.

I just don't have

the strength to do it anymore.

If this is what you really want,

then by all means.

Take me here. Take me now.

Please, please.

Are you serious?

Oh, yes.

I want it bad.

Well, all right.

Is something wrong?

Oh, nothing.

Oh, baby, oh, baby.

Le-Let me get this straight.

Is this what I can expect

in the way of
full participation?

Until I get tired.

Was it good for you?