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Those darn hippies. They talk about free love,

then they want me to chip in for gas, like I've got a wallet.

Hypocrites.

And so the United States entered World War II

on December 7, 1941.

As FDR said,

"A day that will live in infamy."

(BELL RINGS)

I want to thank those of you who brought in some of your family mementos.

It helped to show that this war

was not just a point in history,

but an event that touched all our lives. Thank you.

Hey, listen, can I see that picture of your grandparents again?

Sure.

Wow.

They look very much in love. Yeah. They still are.

You know, he asked her to marry him on December 7, 1941.

Wait, I know that date. Help me out here.

Pearl Harbor, the day that will live in infamy.

Feeny was just talking about it.

You listened to Feeny.

Oh, my God. I listened to Feeny.

Wait. So how old were they when they got married?

They were our age.

Wow.

Hey, kitty, are you lost?

You know, Cory, my grandpa never knew if he'd make it home,

but that's the way it was back then.

People never knew how their lives would turn out.

I know. I don't know how I'd handle living back then.

You know, I wonder what it was like during World War II.

And away we go.

Come again?

Well, I said I'm glad the US of A ain't mixed up in this war

because I could never be away from my best gal.

I could never be away from you, kiddo.

Attention, everyone.

Please?

It is with great sadness that I must inform you

that the United States has entered the war.

May God be with us all.

Cory, we're going down to enlist. Uncle Sam wants us.

I wasn't going to go, but he was pointing right at me.

We're going to defend our country, Cor. Are you coming with us?

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

So that's it. We ship out tomorrow.

So that's it. We ship out tomorrow.

Oh, no. Surely the Army can make do

without at least one of my men.

They wouldn't take me.

I have flat feet and I'm too ticklish.

Apparently, I'm a torture risk.

Eric, you'll be staying home with me? (GIGGLING)

(SIREN WAILING)

Air raid! Air raid!

Take it easy, everybody. Stay calm. It's just me.

Practicing to be neighborhood air raid warden.

They say I can keep this if we win.

Everybody's doing their part in this war. I wanna help.

I'm gonna go back to that recruitment office and tell them

that a little case of flat feet

isn't going to stop Eric Matthews

from fighting those evil Canadians.

I have a feeling it's not the flat feet.

Hi, everyone.

Cory, did you hear the news?

Glenn Miller and his big band orchestra are coming to town.

What do you say we go?

Jeepers, why you guys looking at me all funny?

Cory, you didn't tell Topanga?

Tell me what?

Topanga, I enlisted. I'm going to war.

But you said you couldn't be without me.

We were going to be together forever.

Topanga, there's some things you just gotta do.

(SINGING)

Operator?

Yes. Connect me to Miss Topanga Lawrence at Zenith-6-5000.

No answer, huh?

Golly.

You can drive from Philly to Cleveland in a week,

but they don't have a machine that can take a message.

Don't worry, Cory.

That dame loves you up to the sky and back.

She wouldn't let you ship out without saying goodbye.

Yeah. Well, I ain't just saying goodbye.

Don't say "ain't." Your mother will faint.

Just because you're in the Army

doesn't mean you have to talk like a sailor.

Yeah. Sure, I could've shipped out with the other joes,

but the fact is I'm on a secret mission here.

I'm guarding the Philadelphia Bell.

You mean the Liberty Bell?

I've said too much already. (GIGGLING)

Okay, it's the Liberty Bell. It's the Liberty Bell.

Rats.

Eric, I just heard about the mental thing.

You mean my flat feet?

Yeah. That's it. The flat feet.

Wish I was going with you, Jack, fighting the good fight.

You would have made a great soldier.

I would have loved to have had you by my side.

You still can, pal. Here.

It's a picture of me. I want you to bring it with you,

put it in the foxhole over your bed.

People will talk.

I know. That's a great picture of me.

Before you ship out,

I want to wish our boys courage, perseverance

and a safe trip home.

And during the lull in the fighting,

I'd like a thousand-word essay

on "what I did during my summer in Europe."

And, boys, remember, "please" and "thank you."

Just because you're at war doesn't mean you can't be polite.

I give the orders now, Amy. All right, everybody!

Let's load the buses and head to Europe!

Please!

Thank you!

Well, come on, Cor. We gotta hit the road.

Topanga's not here yet.

Maybe she doesn't love me the way I thought.

Of course I love you, you big lug.

I wouldn't let you leave without a proper goodbye.

Listen, I'm not just saying goodbye.

There's something I need to ask you.

Name it, cupcake.

I know we're young,

but we still love each other.

Now, these are crazy times. Who knows what's gonna happen?

Cory, what are you trying to say?

Marry me, Topanga.

You want me to be Mrs. Cory Matthews?

More than anything in the world.

(ERIC GIGGLING) Stay off of the bus!

All right! Stop tickling!

Let's go, soldier. We're pulling out.

Topanga, I need an answer.

Yes, Cory, I'll marry you.

I'll be right here waiting for you,

and when you return, we'll have the rest of our lives together.

MALE ANNOUNCER: They came from all 48 states, our proud fighting men.

They have optimism in their hearts

and only one thing on their minds.

He's just my roommate, okay?

All right, you dog faces.

Brooklyn, distribute the K-rations.

One can per person and no belly-aching.

Cory, your mom sent you a Waldorf salad, dressing on the side.

I have a little trouble keeping the K-rations down.

So, Cory...

Any word from Topanga?

Not yet, and every day that goes by that I don't hear from her,

I miss her that much more.

This man's hurting!

Any of you other mugs got a hard-luck story of a loved one left behind?

He's just my roommate.

You know what, Shawn, I can't expect

the mail to be on time with a war on, right?

Mail call!

Anything for Cory Matthews?

Maybe.

Looks like this girl Topanga's got it bad for you.

You read my mail?

Something's gotta get me through this war.

Give me that.

TOPANGA: My dearest Cory,

I can only count the days until you return.

Every night I dream about the future.

A house in the country, children playing in the yard,

someone to grow old with...

Hey, pipe down, will you? We got letters, too.

Sorry.

(WHISPERING) Please come home soon. Love, Topanga.

(EXPLOSIONS)

Incoming!

Man your battle stations. It looks like we've got a war on our hands.

Cory, keep your head down.

You don't want to make Topanga a widow before you even marry her.

Shawn, listen to me.

I made Topanga a lot of promises, okay?

Now, if I don't come back and you do,

I need you to do something for me.

Sure, pal. Anything.

Marry her.

Wait a minute. She's your sweetheart.

Cory, I wouldn't feel right about that.

Kissing her would be like kissing you.

Hey, you. I said nothing about kissing.

I just want you to marry the gal.

Topanga's a real peach,

she deserves everything she's ever dreamed of.

Okay.

I'll marry her.

Amy. You're riveting.

Well, thank you.

No, no. I mean you're riveting.

Well, I decided to join the war effort.

Well, why aren't you down at the airplane factory

with Rosie and the other ladies?

Those lazy so-and-sos. They ought to be ashamed.

The second the whistle blows, off they go to feed their kids.

Oh, George, I miss Cory and Alan.

Well, I'm sure you must get some comfort from Eric.

Well, the Liberty Bell is safe for another day.

The enemy managed to put a crack in it while my back was turned,

but I spackled that puppy right back up.

Sabrina, pick up! Come on. I know you're there. Pick up!

It's a boy. Okay, it's a cat.

I'm stuck in the '40s and I'm dying here.

They haven't invented kitty litter yet.

(PLAYING HARMONICA)

You really miss her, don't you?

You don't play the harmonica when you're happy.

Well, this war's gonna be over soon, Cory.

You'll be back in the arms of your sweetheart before you know it.

Hey, Shawn.

Feast your eyes on this.

Wow! That's some fancy ring. Where'd you get it?

Cracker Jack box. You know something?

I can hardly wait to slip this little number on her finger.

If ever two people belong together, it's you and Topanga.

Okay, but don't you forget your promise to me.

I know. I know. We'll get hitched.

Thanks.

Big news! Turn on the radio. Hurry.

MAN ON RADIO: Once again, the war in Europe is over.

(ALL CHEERING)

Yes! Yes!

Topanga, you hear that? I'm coming home!

Last one back to Philly is a rotten egg!

Wait! Cory, you forgot your ring!

MAN ON RADIO: The cease-fire will commence in 24 hours.

Wait! Cory! Come back!

Cory!

ANNOUNCER: While many celebrate victory for the Allies,

for others, the transition to peace is more difficult

as time marches on.

Amy, I'm begging you.

The war's over. There ain't nothing left to rivet.

Did you rivet the door again, darling?

Alan, if I stop riveting, it means the war really is over

and Cory's not coming home.

Jack, you defended our country. You brought back a medal.

I'm proud of the work your boys did over there.

And the boys in Europe are really proud

of the work you did defending the bell.

Hug, soldier?

No.

Any word, Mrs. Matthews? I'm all busted up inside.

Any minute now, I just know he'll be walking through that door.

He won't be able to open it, Amy.

Well, I guess I've put this off long enough.

Topanga, I need to ask you something.

What's on your mind?

Will you marry me? (ALL GASPING)

I probably should have mentioned it was Cory's last wish.

ALL: Oh.

If it's what Cory wanted.

He couldn't wait to put this ring on your finger.

It's swell.

If you blow into it, it makes a siren sound.

You're not happy.

You're not Cory.

Well, I guess we should make plans.

Hey, if I had things my way,

Cory would walk in the day after the honeymoon

and have the whole thing annulled.

Eric, Cory is Topanga's one true love.

I just know my son is out there

waiting for someone to rescue him.

If you want to be a hero,

you go to Europe and find him and bring him home.

More kisses, my darling Pierre.

Oh, what the heck? Why not one more?

But now you must get back to your painting.

Who cares about work when you're French and in love?

But the doctor says the painting might help restore your memory.

The canvas tells me nothing.

All I remember is waking up naked,

my clothes burned to a crisp,

and I was speaking perfect French.

You really think you were speaking perfect French?

Well, nobody's perfect. Lighten up, Versailles.

My shorts were on fire.

Well, you do remember something.

And what about this portrait you started?

Yes. The girl...

A phantom from a dream.

You know, Versailles, every night I wake up in a cold sweat,

seeing her face, hearing her voice.

Maybe she's your one true love.

Mr. and Mrs. Matthews, any word yet?

No. We have to face it.

Cory is... No.

I know my son is still alive, and he loves this girl.

There. I said it.

It's time.

(BRIDAL MARCH PLAYING)

Six months ago, we were allies.

Suddenly all the French have attitudes.

What exactly is an ugly American?

No idea.

Hey, lady, come on, the regular! Chop-chop. Let's go.

Eric, we're here to find Cory.

You know something? You're right. Lady! Come on. Back it up.

Have you seen this fellow?

Oh.

He looks familiar.

No. We don't get many ghosts in here.

Eric, you've been showing everyone

a picture of Cory in his Halloween costume?

Yeah. It's pretty scary, huh?

I should just take a picture of that guy. He looks a lot like Cory.

Eric, look closer.

You're alive!

My Cory!

Hey! Hey! I don't know any Cory.

I am Pierre, the tortured, French-speaking artist.

No. No, no, no. You're Cory Matthews,

my kid brother from the US of A

whose girlfriend's getting hitched.

We've gotta get you home before she does.

Versailles, tell these American tourists who I am!

Pierre, I knew this day would come.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

I'm sorry. I only speak French.

Pierre, if this is the way for you to find peace,

you must go. No! No, Versailles.

The way for me to find peace is to put an end to all the dreams that haunt me.

Versailles, make me the happiest tortured Frenchman in all of Paris.

Marry me.

Well, Shawn marrying Topanga.

This is weird.

On the other hand, who would have thought,

as principal, that I could perform marriages.

Wait. I object.

Mrs. Matthews, I can't do this.

Cory's alive. I can feel it.

When you love somebody, you just know.

That's why I sent Eric.

Mom, think about what you just said.

As brother of the groom, I'm pretty sure I'm ordained

to perform the wedding ceremony.

This is what you want, yes, Pierre?

Yes, of course.

A house in the country,

kids playing in the field, someone to grow old with.

What's wrong with you, Pierre?

Nothing. Nothing. Of course it's what I want.

I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Is that what you want?

Topanga! Topanga!

Look, Mom, I'm performing a wedding ceremony.

Eric, go home.

I recognize this girl.

She's the one from your painting.

Perhaps...

But I don't remember.

Maybe you'll remember this.

It seems familiar.

Versailles, what do you got?

Cory Matthews, if you think for one minute

that I'm going to stand here... Topanga!

Where am I? The last thing I remember,

I was climbing out of a foxhole to see you,

and then, oh, my gosh, I'm in heaven.

Cory, you're alive. You just lost your memory.

Yeah, but what about Shawn? What about the promise?

Cory, I could never be with anybody else.

All those things I'd ever dreamed about,

a house in the country, kids playing in the yard,

they mean nothing to me unless they're with you.

Me, too.

Well, I told you I'd come back.

I found you, you big lug.

So, Cory, now that the war is over,

what are you gonna do about Topanga?

I'm gonna pop the question all over again.

You got moxie, kid.

She's gotta know that I really do care about her.

And I'm not just asking because of some crazy war.

Topanga?

There's something I really need to ask you.

Cory, you were going to ask me something?

I found this really cool siren ring in my Cracker Jack box.

Would you like it?

Thanks.

I'll treasure it forever, you big lug.

Everyone finds love and romance in Paris except me.

I got to go somewhere where the people are real and down-to-earth.

LA, here I come.

What a flight! Five and a half hours behind a screaming kid.

Somebody ought to put him in a cage and stick him down below.

Hey, are you famous?

Do people tell you you look like Tim Allen? Because you do.

Where do I find Drew Carey? I wanna have lunch with him.

He seems like a fun guy.

You gotta love LA.

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