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hi, cliff.

May I borrow your sweat shirt?

You have it on.

Thank you.

Ever since you started
these pottery classes

you've gone through
every one

of my
sweat shirts.

I like wearing them.

They're comfortable.

They remind me of you.

Look at me when you lie.

You just wear mine because you
don't want to dirty up your own.

That's another good reason.

It's not fair.

You can wear my sweat shirts

my sweat pants,
my hats, my jackets.

I can't wear anything of yours.

Darling, that's because
all your curves are
in the wrong places.

No, don't even kiss me.

Oh, come on.

You say
things
like that

and then you want
to kiss somebody.

No.

I'm sorry.

First
you say

you want to kiss somebody.

Then you say, "I'm sorry."

I don't want to kiss
anyone who's sorry.

If I can't apologize
or kiss you

what can I do?

You can give me back
my sweat shirt.

It's not
worth it.

Yeah,
so you say.

Listen, where's
the anchovy paste?

It's in the bottom
of the refrigerator. Why?

I'm going to make pate.

For me?

No.

For dr. Morgan who's coming over

to talk about
the hospital fund-raiser.

I hope it's another carnival.

I really enjoyed that.

Well, I didn't.

Cliff, you were a hit.

No, I was not a hit.

I had to sit in
that dunking Booth.

I know.

I'm not sitting in it anymore.

Why? It was so much fun.

Fun? For me?

Sitting in that chair,
watching people hit the thing

and I fall six feet into that
cold, nasty, dirty water?

Watching my wife SAYING:

"Come here,
knock my husband down."

And
then

every boyfriend
that Denise has ever dated

came with pocketfuls of money.

Hey.

What's that?

Pate.

Can I have some?

You won't like it.

Yes, I will.

It's made out of liver.

I don't like liver.

And it has ground up
worms' eyes in it.

I don't like worms' eyes.

And then they have
sauteed chickens' toes.

I don't like
sauteed chicken toes.

So you want some?

Yes.

You can't have any.

They're for dr. Morgan.

He's coming to talk
about the spring fund-raiser.

Dunk daddy!

No dunk daddy.

Have you seen
a blue folder?

No.

This is terrible.

What's in it?

Probably the best history
paper Ever written--

seven pages, typed perfectly

855 Words

three weeks of my life,
and I lost it.

Okay,
stop.

Did you take the papers
out of the house?

No.

So it's in the house.

But where?

Just think calmly
and thoroughly

and you'll find it.

I'll help.

No, thank you.

It's not a bad idea,
because she is fantastic

at finding things
that don't belong to her.

I don't want
to search the house
with Rudy.

Trust me.

Go upstairs,
take her with you

get a piece of
your typing paper

Let her sniff it,
and turn her loose.

Go ahead.

Let's start
in daddy's room.

No.

Hey, Dad.

Hey.

Hey, Dr. Huxtable.

Isn't it nighttime outside?

Yeah.

Is the glare of the moon
bothering you?

We bought these for
our homework assignment.

Ah, okay.

You guys want to look cool

while you're
doing your homework.

We have to do
a presentation
for class.

We're doing a rap.

You mean like:

Hey, my name is cliff
and I'm a doctor

and I will sit
and do the thing.

Hey, po pap HEP-hep-hep.

Is that it?

Something like that.

Was I mean?

You were okay.

Wait, pate.

Don't you
touch it.

This is for
the guest.

All right.

No, you are not a guest.

Never have been.

( doorbell )

All right.

There's the doctor coming now.

( humming )

Dan.

Hey, cliff.

How you feel?

I'm feeling good.

And no dunking Booth.

I never mentioned
a dunking Booth.

I can see it
in your eyes.

I won't
discuss anything

relating to baseballs
or falling in the water.

I just came to discuss
the fund-raiser.

Theo.

Hey, Dr. Morgan.

How you doing?

Have you met cockroach?

No,
I would have

definitely remembered that.

How you
doing?

Theo, is that
a moustache
on your top lip?

Yes, it is.

Does your daddy know?

Yes, he does.

My dad noticed mine
a lot sooner

than Dr. Huxtable
noticed Theo's.

You wish.

Dad, when did you first
notice my moustache?

When dr. Morgan
said you had one.

Sit down.

What grade are
you guys in now?

Tenth.

Thought about where
you're going to college?

We don't graduate for
another two years yet.

You're going to Morehouse
college in Atlanta, Georgia.

We are?

I went there.

You'll love it.

Wait, wait.

My son will Make up
his own mind about college.

Dad says
I have to go to Hillman.

May I?

Oh, please do.

That's pate.

They serve that
every day at Hillman.

Morehouse, gives you
peanut butter.

Aye yi yi.

Whoa, whoa!

Why don't you
take that upstairs?

Thanks, Dad.

Don't spill it
on the rug, please.

This will be eaten
before we get to my room.

You guys take it easy.

Let's get down
to the business
of this fund-raiser.

Good. Here's what
I was thinking...

uh-huh.

I think we should
have a banquet.

That way people can put on...

they did that before.

It didn't make much money.

I know that an auction will.

We get the big corporations...

we did that
six years ago.

It did worse than the banquet.

But the economy was down then.

It's up now.

Understand?

To be honest

the best we've ever done
was last year's carnival.

Listen to these figures.

See, at Morehouse

they taught us how
to make a profit.

Concessions: $500.

Ride: $900.

Dunking Booth: $28,000.

You can have a carnival
and the dunking Booth.

Why must I sit in it?

The kids loved the way you
acted like you were mad.

Acted? I was
not acting.

Knocking me in
that water...

stop laughing at me.

I'm laughing
with you.

Yeah... hi!

How you doing, Dan?

Hi, Clair.

Hi, Denise.

Hi, Dr. Morgan.
How's Cindy?

I haven't seen her recently.

She's fine.

Sit down.

How was class?

( laughter )

Tonight was the best.

These two are taking
pottery class together.

Mom, why don't you go ahead
and show Dad what you made?

I happen to be very
proud of what I made.

Go ahead.
Show dad.

I will show him
what I made
when I'm ready.

Show him
what you made.

You show him
yours first.

Dr. Morgan and I are
getting old sitting here.

We'll show them
together.

On the count of Three.

One, two,
three.

I think they're
both beautiful.

Thank you.

No.

That's not True at all.

One of them
definitely is not.

I'm not naming any names.

Mom...

for your first try,
it's really good.

I think so,
too, Clair.

Let's set it in
the kitchen counter.

Really?

Someone will
put something in it

and then we'll know what it is.

You wanted to take this class
so you can make fun of me.

Mom, I'm sorry.

You do everything so great.

It's just nice
to see you mess up.

You're going
to get it, little girl.

Dan, you want some tea?

Love it.

How about
a cup for me?

Hah.

Wait a minute.

Don't get mad at me.

I'm just telling the truth
about this.

You cannot tell the truth

and be
my friend.

Mom

I'm sorry I laughed at you.

No, you're not.

I know.

Don't leave
this one in here.

You'll frighten the guest.

You know what would
be a good idea, man?

How about if we put
Clair in the Booth?

You okay?

Look, cliff, I've really
got to be going.

You just hold onto this.

You just got here.

I know, but it's
just that...

hmm?

Cliff...

you've got
a beautiful family.

Yeah?

Don't ever take it for granted.

Come here.

I feel so stupid.

But the Morehouse man
is supposed to feel stupid.

Cliff, I didn't want to
come here and talk about this.

You haven't said
anything yet, Dan.

Seeing Clair and Denise
together like that

it made me think of
Cindy and her mom.

What's wrong?

Sarah's fine.

Okay, good.

The problem...

is Cindy.

What's wrong with Cindy?

Cocaine.
Alcohol.

You're kidding me.

We just put her back
into a rehab center.

It's the third one she's been in
in a year and a half.

See, when Sarah and I
first found out

that she had this problem

we sat her down
and talked to her.

We told her that
we loved her very much

and We would do anything
to help her.

She said she wanted help

so we sent her to the counselor.

Yeah.

But she wasn't getting better

so we found the best
rehabilitation center
in the city.

And it worked.

When she got out

it was like Sarah and I
had our little baby again.

For about three or four weeks,
everything was fine.

Then she disappeared--

three
days

she was gone.

Sarah and I were going crazy.

The police couldn't
even find her.

And then in the middle
of the night

I got a phone call.

"Daddy?

"Please, can I come home?

Come get me."

We put her back
into the rehab center.

This time, when she got out

she said to me:

"Daddy, I'm going
to make it this time.

Everything's going to be fine."

For a couple of months,
everything was fine.

Then money started disappearing
from Sarah's purse.

I started seeing
changes in Cindy.

Physically, she wasn't right.

Did she think we were so stupid

that we couldn't
see these things?

I want to know how did it
get into my house?

What was she
doing with it?

This is killing me.

It's killing her mother.

And it's ripping
my family apart.

I just want to know
what did you do?

How did you keep it
from your kids?

I don't know.

I know that...

Clair and I do
the same thing

that you and Sarah have done.

And it's just luck.

I don't know.

It sounds like

you and Sarah
have done all you can.

It's up to Cindy now.

You want me to talk to her?

No.

She's talked
to people she respects...

I beg your pardon?

I don't mean it that way.

I mean, people that she loves
and that she knows

have sat down with her
one-on-one.

It hasn't made
any difference...

yet.

Maybe this time,
Cindy will do it.

I hope so.

Yeah.

There's nothing more I can say.

Me, too.

That's about the first time

a Morehouse man has
had nothing to say.

Or came to a Hillman man
for advice.

Come on.

Hey, mom.
Hey, Dad.

Hey, Mr. Huxtable.

Hello, Walter.

Finish your homework?

Yep, we're finished.

Already?

We're writing a rap
for speech class.

Want to hear?

Sure.

It's kind of rough

but you'll get the idea.

♪ Life's a party ♪

♪ life's a game ♪

♪ listen to us ♪

♪ and you won't be the same ♪

♪ we're flying high
in the sky ♪

♪ lunching on burgers,
not small Fries... ♪

hold it, hold it.

We're not
finished yet, Dad.

Can't you have some fun

talking about
something productive?

I don't want
to take away
your fun--

studying can be fun--

challenging yourself
can be fun.

You're right about that.

Dad, we'll have to write
it all over again.

Really?

I don't think it will
be the first time

you had to start over again.

Okay, come on,
cockroach.

I told you

we should have
done this at my house.

( blowing sounds )

Hey, mom.

Hmm?

I know what
that thing is.

What?

A used teabag-Holder.

Listen,
little miss know-it-all

whatever this is that you made

it's okay, it's craft.

I look at it and
I know exactly what it is.

But this, my dear, is high art.

It challenges you.

You have to bring something
of yourself to this.

It's saying something
to me now.

What?

"Bring me a teabag."

I'll get you.

I'll get it.

Stop.

Come here!

Dad!

Hey, don't fight
with my clothes on, please.

This child
is making fun
of my art.

You're provoking it, dear.

I've had enough of you two.

Then don't make
anything else like that again.

I'm taking this someplace
where it will be appreciated.

Oh, yeah?

Well, it's
a long way
to Venus.

I've had it with you
this evening.

What are you
laughing at?

I was just laughing,
You know--

ho-ho,
Hee-Hee.

I'm doomed.

Why does this always
happen to me?

You didn't find your paper?

I looked everywhere.

You did?

Rudy was no help?

She found your Fountain pen.

Good.

A key chain...

chopsticks...

your gold earrings...

great.

And $3.00 in change.

That's mine.

I'll have to drop out of school.

Okay, Vanessa, why don't
we retrace our steps?

All right?

Where
was

the last time
you remember having it?

In the
kitchen.

I had it in this hand.

In this hand.

Then where
did you go?

I called Janet.

Ah, that's sounds logical.

So you called
Janet, right?

Talking on the phone--

"Hello, he said that she said
what did she said...

"No, that's not right.

He said that she said..."

dad.

What did you do next?

I got hungry.

You got hungry.

You hung up...

no!
I got some
potato chips.

Potato chips
back here.

"No, call me back.

You tell him who said,
we said, we all said..."

and get the
potato chips, right?

Potato chips
and the paper.

I got thirsty.

Thirsty.

I got a glass.

Get your glass.

"And we said,
oh, you're kidding.

I didn't say that..."

then I got a soda out
of the refrigerator.

"He said, we said, you said

and Everybody said
the said said."

It wasn't
cold enough.

So I got some ice.

Some ice.

So we go into the freezer

and this is

what we have.

My paper.

I found it.

I found my paper.

Should I put it
in the oven to thaw?

No!

It was in the freezer.

Thanks, mom.
Thanks, dad.

How's it going?

We're finished.

I think we did
pretty well.

We'll be
the judges of that.

Okay.

Come on.

All right.

Okay, you ready?

Mm-hmm.