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♪♪

♪ I bet we've been
together for a million years ♪

♪ And I bet we'll be
together for a million more ♪

♪ Oh, it's like I
started breathing ♪

♪ On the night we kissed ♪

♪ And I can't remember
what I ever did before ♪

♪ What would we do,
baby, without us? ♪

♪ What would we do,
baby, without us? ♪

♪ And there ain't no nothing we
can't love each other through ♪

♪ What would we do,
baby, without us? ♪

♪ Sha-la-la-la. ♪

- We did it.
- We won.

Yay!

You know how
lucky you are, Andy?

Born under Reagan,
raised under Bush.

I mean, with any luck at all,

you will have a completely
Democrat-free childhood.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

Hey.

What about Dad?
He took it really hard.

Yeah, well, you know,
what can you say?

The man was, uh,
completely Dukakis-ized.

He said you were Bush-whacked.

Good morning.

- Oh, I feel great!
- Me, too.

I bet I know why, Jen.

It's a shopper's sky.

Shopper's sky?

I knew you'd like that.

Oh, I didn't realize
that another meeting

of the Young Republican
Gloaters Club was in session.

Want to sit in?

Yeah, Jen.

Join us.

Just to refresh your memory...

Bush won.

I'm warning you, Alex,
I've had enough of this.

Read my lips.

That felt good.

Shopper's sky.

What?

You don't want to know, Mom.

What happened to you?

We were stride-for-stride
there for a while.

I had to stop. I got
a pain right here,

a burning feeling.

Must've been something I ate.

What'd you eat?

Just my usual breakfast.

Hearty helping of your
tofu buckwheat loaf.

Look no further, Dad.

Yeah.

There it goes
again. What is that?

Does it hurt really bad, Dad?

Uh... no, Andy, it
just hurts a little.

Think about Mickey Mouse.

No, no.

Works for me.

I don't know

what to say, honey...
The buckwheat was fresh.

It's okay. It's... it's okay.

Um, Dad, Jennifer and I
really need to go shopping.

Uh, let your dad finish
his pain first, dear.

Well, how long are you gonna be?

In just a few more good,
sharp stabs, I'll be with you.

Well, because there's a
really big sale going on,

and, well, I'm sure you
noticed the shopper's sky.

Yes, I heard the birds
singing all about it.

- Here.
- Oh!

Don't forget to fill the tank.

- Okay! Feel better, Dad!
- Okay. Hope you feel better.

Take a bath!

The tofu was
fresh, too, I swear it.

You know, Dad, it may not be
the tofu buckwheat loaf after all.

Although it certainly
remains our prime suspect.

No, Dad, my guess

is that you're suffering

from a little-known malady

called Dukakis
Separation Anxiety.

Now, there's no
known cure for DSA...

but there is hope.

Hope that sufferers
like yourself

will stop clinging rigidly
to the Democratic Party.

Hope that they will join
me and millions of other

jolly, pain-free Republicans
for four more years of joy.

Do it, Dad.

Join us.

Join the Republican
Party and hurt no more.

Go away.

All right.

Come on, George.

- Hi, Andy.
- Hi.

Oh, no, no, no.

I'm telling!

I don't care, Andy;
enough's enough.

Alex, come quick!

Jen's got George!

Freeze, Democrat!

Andy.

Frisk her.

Alex, we all live in
this house together.

Yeah? Not you, missy.

You're going to jail.

Oh, really? And what for?

The, uh, the
unlicensed dismantling...

of the Columbus White House.

Now...

give me George.

Come on, nice and
slow, nothing fancy.

Come on.

Okay, Alex, but I'm throwing out
your Ron and Nancy pillowcases.

Andy.

Don't let her out of your sight.

George.

George, George,
George, George, George.

George! Ah!

Aren't you glad you
listened to me, George?

Huh? I told you, lose that
high-pitched, squeaky voice,

look people straight in the eye,

and never, ever mention
Pearl Harbor again.

And you did it, George.

You won. Congratulations!

Of course, it's not perfect.

Democrats have the Congress.

All right, okay, we
still have the veto.

And if we want to, George,
for the next four years,

we can make sure
absolutely nothing gets done.

Now, George...

Excuse me, Alex, I didn't
realize you were in conference.

Uh... that's all right,
Dad, we're just, uh,

we're just winding down.

Oh, look at you, Dad.

You look like you're
obviously feeling better.

Much better, thanks. I just, uh,

cycled down to Darby Creek Park.

You know, I think it might
have been all that jogging

that wasn't working for me.

All that, all that, uh, you
know, pounding may have, uh...

Shifted the buckwheat?

Very possibly.

- I hate when that happens.
- Mm.

Well, listen, I
think I'm gonna go

throw that-that
buckwheat loaf out, okay?

Um... I'll give you a call
if I need a hand lifting it.

All right.

Elyse?

- Well, what'd they say? Mom?
- What? What?

Well, nothing new.
He's still being examined.

You know, I've had
about enough of this.

I'm gonna get
something out of them.

Excuse me.

All right, okay. All right.

Okay.

He's still being examined.

They...

They'll let us know, you know.

What do you think
happened, Mom? I mean...

Oh, honey, we
obviously don't know.

But we're just gonna
make ourselves crazy

if we try to guess.

Shortness of breath,
dizziness, pain.

You know, it could
be something he ate.

Yeah, we've considered
that possibility.

I'm sorry, I couldn't
help overhearing.

I'm Ruth Hobart. Hello.

- Hi -Hi.
- Hi. I'm Elyse Keaton,

- and this is Mallory and Alex.
- Hi.

My husband had the
very same symptoms,

and they told me it could
very well be food poisoning.

And?

It was a heart attack.

Oh, Lord.

We came in from
Greenville two days ago,

and Tony had surgery
yesterday morning.

They said it went
okay, but it was tough.

His heartbeat wasn't normal.

He had these arrhythmias...
That's what they called them.

Anyway, he's in the
intensive care unit,

and he's doing okay.

- Well, that's good.
- That's good. -That's good.

Course, he still thinks
it was food poisoning.

He says I've been trying to kill
him with my meat loaf for years.

- I know how he feels.
- That's just like with...

Yeah, well...

it sounds like things are
going in the right direction.

I'd just love to take
him home right now,

but they say he's gonna
be here for a few more days.

I've been sleeping here

and changing my
clothes in the washroom.

It's not the Hilton,
but I'm not leaving

till Tony's ready to go home.

Mrs. Hobart, I'm going
down for a sandwich.

Can I get you anything?

No, thank you, Mr. Meyers.

And how about you nice people?

- No. -No, thanks.
- Oh, no.

That's Mr. Meyers.

His wife had heart surgery;
it was a big success.

She's going home soon, and
I only hope he doesn't tell her

that he and I slept in
the same room last night.

I feel sorry for these people,

having to wait around
the hospital day after day.

Yeah. I remember the
last time I sat in the hospital.

Brought Alex in.

He swallowed a dollar.

Well, you know what they say:

"You are what you eat."

I remember... you said
they pumped his stomach

and they came up with $11.35.

Yeah.

You know, if they
had left that in there,

you know how much
I'd be worth right now?

Mrs. Keaton?

- Yes, Doctor?
- Oh.

It's very good that you brought
your husband in when you did.

He had a heart attack.

What? -Oh.

Now, the angiogram
shows there is

some blockage of
the left coronary artery.

But he's an excellent candidate
for bypass surgery, and we're

checking his schedule to
see how soon we can fit him in.

- Mom.
- Okay. -Okay.

Come on, Jen, one more game
of Chutes and Ladders. Please?

I can't, Andy, I
just can't do it.

I've been down more
chutes and up more ladders

than anyone my age in America.

You can't poop out now, Jen;

Mom's paying you to watch me.

Well, why don't
you turn on the TV.

There's nothing on.

Maybe there's a ball game.

There's not. I checked.

Well, maybe there's one
of Dad's documentaries.

There is. I checked.

Ah, the sound of grown-ups.
We're saved, Andy.

- Kiss me.
- Fat chance.

Hi.

- Hi.
- Where's Dad?

Uh... Dad's...

Dad's in the hospital.

He's gonna... he's gonna
be staying there for a while.

- Did he get lost?
- No, honey.

We don't want to scare you;
we want to tell you truth, too.

But the thing is, your-your
dad had a heart attack, honey.

What that means, honey, is that

his heart, which-which
is right... here,

has a boo-boo in it,

and the doctor is gonna
fix it, make it better.

Was it a massive coronary?

How do you know about that?

I saw a TV show on it.

Could they operate?

Yes.

Okay. No problem.

They do a million
of those a week.

Oh, well, I'm gonna go up

and get some of
Dad's things together.

Come on up, Andy.
Maybe you can console me.

This is so hard to believe
this would happen to Dad.

I mean, he did
everything right...

He exercised, he ate right.

I mean, think about what he ate.

It's quite a
testimonial to sprouts.

You know, I'm really scared.
This is dangerous, isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

I love him so much.

We all do.

We've known him
for quite some time.

But it's such a
helpless feeling though.

How could somebody like
Dad have a heart attack?

Well, Grandpa Jake did
have a heart condition.

That's right. He did.

That means... that
means I could have one.

That means any of
us could have one.

Well, women don't get
heart attacks nearly as often

as men do.

Yeah. Hey, ain't that a kick?

I mean, I mean, men, we-we
work, we slave and we die.

And-and you women, you-you
just sit back and eat bonbons

and collect the insurance.

Well, some insurance
policies come with bonbons.

Oh!

All right, okay, you
laugh, you laugh.

It's true.

Men... men, we men, we're
up every morning crack of dawn.

Job to do, we get it done.

Close shave, suit and tie,

bag lunch and
we're out the door.

"Bye, honey. Have a nice day.

"Oh, no, sweetheart,
don't worry about me.

I'll be dead soon."

We must remember
these moments, Mallory.

We must write them down,
because no one will ever believe them.

Where am I going?

Yeah?

Mr. Keaton, there's
someone to see you.

- No more doctors.
- No.

It's me, honey.

- Elyse.
- Oh, Mr...

Mr. Keaton, please.

Now, you must get back into bed.

He has a bit of a
conduct problem.

Well, that's nothing new.

Now, you only have a moment;
we have a blood test to run.

More needles?

Why don't you just run me
through a sewing machine?

Hmm.

Calm down, sweetheart.
Just-just let them do

what they have to do;
they're gonna do it anyway.

If I could just stick
them with a few needles.

Yeah, well, maybe
when you're feeling better,

you can, uh, sneak
up on someone.

Hi.

Hi.

I really missed you.

Me, too.

Everyone else is out
in the waiting room.

I was the only
one they'd let in.

Elyse...

I think there are a few
things we need to discuss.

I will never serve the
buckwheat loaf again.

The key to the
safe deposit box...

I don't want to talk about that.

I don't want to
talk about it either,

but this may be our
last chance to talk.

I'm not going in
for a haircut here.

Listen, don't-don't
talk like that.

We are not gonna
need a safe deposit key

for at least 50 years.

By which time, we'll be
living off Alex anyway.

Look, Elyse...

Uh...

I'm worried. Uh...

It's possible I...

You're gonna live
a long time, Steven.

I want to live a long time.

I want to live a
long time with you.

I want to be old with you,

I want to sit on a
porch and rock with you.

I want that, too.

And when we die...

I want us to die together.

I want us to get real old.

And then say,
"One, two, three, die."

That sounds like fun.

I want it to be that way, Elyse.

Me, too.

Because I cannot imagine
being on this Earth without you.

How 'bout them Browns?

I'm... not really that
interested in sports.

That so, a young
fella like yourself?

What are you interested in?

Banking.

How 'bout them interest rates?

I feel they're artificially
inflated at the moment.

Due to the rampant fluctuations
in the price-earning ratios

of certain blue-chip stocks
in the industrial quadrant.

Although, I'm sure you'll agree

that the EEC's
recent proclamation

on the possible reactivation
of the gold standard,

making petrodollars a more
financially lucrative option

in this quarter, may help
mitigate the crisis brought on

by the refinancing
of the deutsche mark.

I think the Browns got a shot.

What?

Oh. Oh, no. No,
he's fine. Sit down.

Sit down. He's fine. He...

He's making everyone
nuts back there.

I take that as a good sign.

- Way to go, Dad.
- Yeah, that's-that's Dad.

This is some beautiful
family you have, Elyse.

Reminds me a lot of my
own until they grew up,

moved out and never call.

- Are you the Keatons?
- Yes. -Yeah.

Hi, I'm Peggy Vincent,

- Dr. Harrison's secretary.
- Hi.

And if I may, I'd
like to describe

the surgical procedure to you.

Well, it's about time.

Okay.

All right.

Oh, my God!

Grow up. It's just a heart.

Yes, it is.

And this right here is
the left coronary artery.

That's the one that
has the blockage.

So what Dr. Harrison will
do is open the chest cavity...

Uh, is that a must?

Yes, it is, dear.

That's where the heart is.

I see.

Now, the object of the surgery

is to bypass this
clogged coronary artery

with a piece of another artery.

So what Dr. Harrison
will do is sew...

You don't look very well.

Oh, I'm fine. I'm fine, really.

I'm just, you know,
listening quietly here.

You have my complete
undivided attention.

Okay.

Now, the doctor is going to sew

the new artery into
Mr. Keaton's left coronary artery

to develop a flow of blood

- around the
blocked area, - Right.

And thereby bring a supply
of vital nutrients to the heart.

And that's it.

Now, the surgery will take
place tomorrow morning at 7:00,

and the procedure normally
takes about five hours.

So, are there any questions?

Just breathe
normally, Mr. Keaton.

Good. Very good.

Now, this is a team effort,
Steven, and we're gonna

need your help here.

Okay.

You lie down,
I'll do the surgery.

I'm all scrubbed up.

You better let me do it.

That's a beautiful
family you have out there.

You're going to be
seeing them very soon.

I had a nice chat
with your wife.

She's a lovely woman.

What's her first name?

Elyse.

That's a beautiful name,

Elyse.

Come on, Steven, tell me.

There's something on your mind.

Elyse.

Mm-hmm?

I was accepted into
the Peace Corps.

Steven, that's great.

They're sending me to Africa.

Zambezi.

Your first choice!

Good for you.

I want you to come with me.

I want to go.

Well, I called and asked.

They can't guarantee that
we can go to the same place.

That is, unless we're married.

Now, I know how we
feel about marriage.

So unnecessary when the
love and the commitment is real.

And we're so right.

And that's how we feel.

Funny, last night
after you left,

I was thumbing through this.

Listen to this... It's a
quote from Euripides,

who was no fool, by the way.

"Never say that marriage
has more joy than pain."

Is that saying it?

Says it all.

It's funny, when I
got home last night,

I picked up some Shakespeare.

Same subject.

"When daisies pied,
and violets blue,

"And lady-smocks
all silver-white,

"And cuckoo-buds of a yellow hue

"Do paint the
meadows with delight,

"The cuckoo then, on every tree,

"Mocks married
men, for thus sings he:

"" Cuckoo! Cuckoo,
cuckoo!' O word of fear,

Unpleasing to the married ear."

Wow.

Do you have any
idea what that means?

Absolutely none.

Will you marry me?

I want nothing more.

We got a problem here.
His blood pressure's falling.

His heart is fibrillating.
Quick, let's shock him.

Hurry up. We're gonna lose him.

Sit, Ubu, sit. Good dog.