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♪ Here's the story ♪

♪ Of a lovely lady ♪

♪ Who was bringing up ♪

♪ Three very lovely girls ♪

♪ All of them had hair of gold ♪

♪ Like their mother ♪

♪ The youngest one in curls ♪

♪ It's the story of a man named Brady ♪

♪ Who was busy with three boys of his own ♪

♪ They were four men living all together ♪

♪ Yet they were all alone ♪

♪ Till the one day when the lady met this fellow ♪

♪ And they knew that it was much more than a hunch ♪

♪ That this group must somehow form a family ♪

♪ That's the way we all became the Brady Bunch ♪

♪ The Brady Bunch ♪

♪ The Brady Bunch ♪

♪ That's the way we became the Brady Bunch. ♪

What were you doing back at high school today?

It was a college semester break.

I figured I'd drop by and see

how some of my old buddies were getting along.

So, what's it like in college?

Out of sight.

Yeah? Really different?

Like night and day. Good. Good.

Beep-beep-beep, beep, beep!

Beep-beep-beep-beep, beep!

Thank you.

Bobby, we're having a talk.

It's okay. You won't bother me.

It'll bother me.

Go watch TV someplace else, huh?

Greg, this room is for all of us.

That's why they call it a family room.

Get it?

Hey, let's go up to my room, Hank.

Maybe we can get some privacy up there.

Hey, Hank, why don't you tell me

about the girls in college?

Oh, they're a whole different animal--

and I do mean animals.

Yeah, sounds like a real zoo.

Ah, something else.

They're sophisticated.

They're real women, not like the kids back in high school.

I think I got the picture.

Hey, hang that up.

Pete, this is a private conversation.

About girls?

Could you go read someplace else?

Sure I could, but I'd rather stay and listen and learn.

Pete, I'd like a little privacy.

Why should I leave my own room?

You want privacy, go in the garage.

Greg, why don't you come on over to my apartment?

We can have all the privacy we want there.

Yeah. Good idea, Hank.

Have a nice time.

Why don't you pick up your robe?

A whole apartment to yourself.

That's really something.

That's one of the great things about going to college.

You're on your own.

You can have friends over whenever you want.

You come and you go whenever you want.

Nobody around to bug you.

Man, I can't wait for that.

I got an idea.

I'm looking for a guy to share expenses with.

You mean move in with you?

Sure, if you're interested. Am I!

You think your mom and dad will let you?

I don't know why not.

One more term, I'll be going to college

and moving out anyway.

I'm sure I can convince them.

Great. Beep, beep!

You got yourself a roommate, Hank.

I'm moving out.

I have heard of warped tennis racquets,

but this is ridiculous.

( chuckles )

I think that had better go in the junk pile, Alice.

I don't think it'd get very much

at the charity bazaar.

The bazaar is really going to clean out this attic.

Well, I think we should just make a clean sweep.

Either it goes to the bazaar or the junkyard.

Carol? We're up here, honey!

What are you doin'?

( laughing ) We're getting things together for that sale I told you about.

Oh. What are you going to get rid of?

Everything. If it isn't nailed down, it goes.

Aww.

( chuckles )

Oh, you remember these?

That old costume party?

Oh, yeah. ( giggles )

( imitating Maurice Chevalier ) ♪ Ev'ry little breeze Seems to whisper Louise ♪

♪ Birds in the trees Seem to twitter Louise ♪

♪ Oh-ho-ho-ho, I love you-- ♪

( laughing ) ♪ Love you... ♪

Oh, that is great, Mike. Yeah.

'Cause I didn't know Humphrey Bogart could sing.

Thank you.

You really going to get rid of all our memories?

No, the memories will keep, it's just the junk we're going to get rid of.

Could you change your clothes and give us a hand?

Okay. But my heart ain't in it.

It ain't your heart we need, Mr. Brady, it's your muscles.

Okay. Back in a flash. Uh-huh.

Dad, can I see you for a minute?

MIKE: Sure. Come on in.

What's up?

You know Hank Carter, don't you?

Uh, yes, I do.

You think he's a nice guy?

Very nice guy.

Hank started college this year.

Oh, he did?

You know his parents, Mr. And Mrs. Carter.

Don't you think they're nice people, too?

Very nice indeed.

Well, I've got a terrific opportunity

with a nice guy like Hank who has such nice parents.

Oh, yeah? What opportunity is that?

Like you once told me, always take advantage of a good opportunity.

What opportunity?

Well, Hank's got his own apartment,

and he's looking for someone to share the expenses

and it's only going to cost me

half the food and half the rent...

I'm sorry, Greg. The answer's no.

Dad, I haven't even asked the question yet.

Yeah, well, I heard you coming through loud and clear.

Dad, I'll probably be moving out next year

when I go to college anyway.

I'll already have a place to stay.

Yeah, but that's next year.

I really need the privacy.

A guy my age needs a room of his own.

I got Peter and Bobby in my hair all the time.

Greg, I understand what you're saying

and I agree with you-- believe me, I do--

but the point is that Hank didn't move away from home

till he went to college.

Let's wait till you go to college.

Dad, living in there with Peter and Bobby

is like a jail sentence.

Well, you could look on the bright side of it.

In a few short months, you'll be paroled for good behavior.

( chuckling )

Now, everything that goes to the charity bazaar

goes into the station wagon

and everything else gets thrown out.

Okay, troops, start moving out.

♪ Ta-da-da-da, da-da! ♪

Charge!

Wow! Whose was this?

It's mine.

Yours?

You must have really been a chubby.

I was. I was eight months pregnant with you!

Come on.

Now, be careful going down the stairs, okay?

Okay.

Now, where did you get these?

Oh, I think they're Mr. Brady's.

Oh, I used those several years ago

on that construction job up in Maine.

Well, I think they can go.

The moths seem to have opened up two or three extra trapdoors.

Okay, Alice.

( chuckling ): Greg, give me a hand with this chest, will you?

Sure. Honey, take my rubber duck, huh?

Okay.

( straining ): Okay.

Ah, that's what I was waiting for.

Yeah. Thank you.

Whoops!

There.

Thank you.

Marcia, honey, I think you'd better stop daydreaming.

We got a lot of work to do.

Hey, Mom, I was thinking.

Once the attic gets cleaned out,

it would make a great extra room.

Yeah, I guess it would.

Could I use it?

I really want a room of my own.

Oh, but, Marcia, the walls aren't finished,

the floors are a mess...

Well, I could put posters up on the wall,

and that big rug that we used to have in the den...

Oh, but, honey...

Oh, please, Mom?

When a girl gets to be my age,

she really needs a room of her own.

But wouldn't you feel all alone up here by yourself?

But that's the whole point.

I'd have privacy.

Please, Mom. Can I?

Well, if that's what you really want.

Oh, great. Thanks, Mom.

Now that it's empty, I think it'd make a good room for me.

Look, I'd still be at home and on my own, too.

Hmm. That's not a bad idea.

Yeah, Peter and Bobby would have more room, too.

Right. It'd be great for all of us.

Right. So I can have the attic?

I don't see any reason why not.

Thanks, Dad. This is going to work out great.

What's gonna work out great?

Hey, listen-- I got something I want to tell you.

What? Um, first you better put down the boxes.

I want you to know this is nothing personal.

We've always been great pals, and I want it to stay that way.

What do you want to tell us?

I don't want this to upset you.

What is it?

Well, I'm gonna be moving out of our room up to the attic.

( screaming happily )

They're really broken up about that.

Wow, isn't this gonna be great?

Marvelous.

Isn't it exciting?

Marsha, hurray!

Jan, what's wrong with you?

Well-- I'll tell you.

We'll miss you.

I'll give you my half of the closet if you won't move out.

Look. I'm gonna miss you too.

But I'm only one flight up. You can come up any time you want.

Do you mean you won't mind?

Of course not. I'm not trying to get rid of you.

If we come up here enough of the time,

it will be like the three of us moved into the attic.

Uh, just drop that over there. ( banging )

I didn't mean "drop it"!

I meant, "put it down."

You said "drop it." Isn't that what he said?

That's what he said.

Greg, can we go now? We've got a lot of our own stuff to move too, you know.

Okay. Go ahead.

Wait a minute, you guys.

I thought you said the whole attic was cleaned out.

It was.

Then how'd this stuff get in here?

Search me.

I wonder how that stuff got there.

Hi.

Hi.

What's the typewriter for?

For typing.

What's in all those boxes?

Books.

Thanks.

Come up any night you want and read them.

It's very large of you to invite me up to my room.

Your room?

This is my room.

Quit kidding.

Mom promised it to me.

Dad promised it to me.

But this is my room.

That's your opinion.

You bet it's my opinion.

This is my room

and I'm not budging.

Well, I say it's my room,

and I'm not budging.

MIKE: Well, now, you can't sit there like that forever.

Somebody's going to have to give up the attic.

I'm sorry, Marcia.

I should've checked with your father first.

And I should've checked with your mother, but still...

Well, I've got it all planned out.

Now, I'm going to put a bed right here

and I'm going to have a desk beside the window

and I've got some lovely curtains

picked out for the window, too.

Well, I've got it planned out, too.

My bed's going to go over here and my desk is going to go here.

I think I'll put shutters on the window.

Besides, I'm older. So what?

So I should have the room.

Hold it, hold it. You're not going

to solve anything by arguing. Right.

Well, then who gets the attic?

Well, I think there's only one way that's fair and logical.

What?

Greg is a year older.

He's going to be going away to college next year.

It should be Greg's now. Dad!

Gee, I think that's fair.

Not to me! Mother...

Marcia, I have to agree with your father.

Look, next year the room'll be yours anyway.

Right, honey, and then after you comes Peter

and then Jan and all the rest.

That way it's fair to everybody.

Except to me.

Why should I be penalized

for being born a year too late?

I'm sick and tired of being second around here.

( sighing )

( door slamming )

Don't say a word.

Mike, If I weren't on that bazaar committee,

I think I'd skip going out tonight.

Oh, yeah? Why?

Marcia's so upset about not getting the attic,

I just have a funny feeling

she and Greg are going to have a big blowup.

Oh, honey, she's adult enough to accept our decision.

Believe me, everything's going to be fine.

( sighs )

( knock on door )

GREG: Marcia?

Go away.

Marcia?

I said, go away.

Not until I see you.

Okay...

you've seen me. Now go away.

Marcia... I just wanted to give you this album.

You left it in the attic.

You're all heart.

Look, I know how you feel, and I can't blame you,

but I honestly think Mom and Dad made the fair decision.

I'll bet you do-- you've got the room and I don't.

And I need it more than you do.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, a girl needs more space.

There's never any room in my closet or my drawers,

and I can't even use my hair dryer when I want to.

Look, it's just as crowded for me with the guys.

( voice breaking ): Besides, I wanted to have a slumber party this night

and invite six of my friends over

in my own attic room.

Hey, great. I've got some new pajamas I could wear.

Go ahead and make jokes!

( crying ): See if I care.

Hey, wait a minute.

I didn't mean to make you cry.

I didn't realize the room meant that much to you.

Well, it does.

Hey, Marcia, uh...

you know, I'll probably be leaving soon for college...

why don't you take the room.

You're just saying that

'cause I'm sitting here blubbering like an idiot.

No. No, I want you to have it.

It's got nothing to do

with you're being a blubbering idiot.

Honest?

Honest.

Thanks, Greg.

You're the greatest brother a girl ever had.

Well, Greg's all moved in.

Now we can start moving our stuff around.

In our own room!

Yeah. Tomorrow. I'm all pooped out.

Huh. Hey, you guys?

I gotta talk to you.

Greg, your bed in the attic's gonna be great.

Yeah. We got all your junk up there now.

Thanks. Now you can help me haul it back into our room.

Our room? Our room.

( whispering ) He banged his head on the rafters.

Marcia's getting the attic.

Marcia? Mom and Dad gave it to you.

I know, and I gave it to Marcia.

What's going on around here?

I'll tell you what's going on around here.

You two guys are going to help me

move my stuff back to our room.

That's what's going on around here.

That's Greg's mattress, isn't it?

Yeah. We're moving Greg out of the attic.

Oh?

Whoa!

I thought you just moved him in.

That's right.

What's going on around here?

I'll tell you what's going on around here.

Marcia's moving in and Greg's moving out

and we're doing all the work.

That's what's going on around here.

( grunting )

That's good.

Boy, am I beat.

Greg can move the rest of his stuff down himself.

Yeah. I wonder why he chickened out

and let Marcia have the attic.

Well, Marcia probably pulled all that mushy

girl stuff on him.

( sobbing ): "Oh, Greg...

"please give me the attic.

Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo!"

All I know is, we've got him back.

Hey, maybe if we talk to Greg,

we can get him to change his mind.

No way.

How about talking to Marcia?

Why should she quit while she's ahead?

What could we possibly say to her?

Well... for one thing, we could tell her

how rough it is climbing up and down the stairs.

We ought to know.

Hey, yeah! The stairs!

You know something?

For a little guy,

you just came up with a big idea.

Oh!

( phone rings )

BOBBY: Marcia, telephone for you.

Okay, coming.

Who is it?

Your girlfriend Susie.

Thanks.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

That's funny.

She hung up.

Well, it couldn't have been too important.

I guess not.

( phone rings )

Thanks, Charlie.

BOBBY: Marcia? Yeah?

Phone for you.

Again?

Yeah.

Who is it?

Your friend Katie.

Oh, good. Thanks.

Hello, Katie?

Hello?

Hello?

She hung up, too.

Can't anybody wait till you get to the phone?

It's so annoying.

Oh, I bet it's annoying.

( snickering )

BOBBY: Marcia? Yeah?

Telephone again.

Oh, no.

Who is it this time?

Linda.

Hello, Linda?

Linda?

Linda?

You know something, Peter?

I'm getting tired of this.

This is really beginning to bug me.

No wonder.

( phone rings )

I'll get it.

No, I'll get it.

Hello?

Linda?

Oh, I just remembered...

I have some homework I have to do.

Hey, Linda, why did you just call and hang up?

You didn't call?

You're studying with Katie.

I'm beginning to smell a rat around here.

You gotta be kidding.

Why would I do a dumb thing like that?

To bug me so maybe I'd give up the attic

our of pure exhaustion.

That's ridiculous.

GREG: If I were gonna do that,

why would I give you the room in the first place?

Well, how should I know?

Maybe you changed your mind

and didn't have the nerve to tell me.

You don't really believe that.

Who else would want me out of the attic?

I'll bet I know.

All right, you two.

Start flapping your gums.

It was us.

Greg didn't have anything to do with it.

There. We're sorry, Marcia.

We just wanted this room for ourselves.

Well... I guess I can understand that.

We all wanted our own room.

Then you're not sore at us?

No.

Wow! I'd be furious.

That just proves Marcia's more mature, that's all.

You guys were just thinking about yourselves.

I guess I was, too, Greg.

What do you mean?

Well, about the attic.

Mom and Dad were right.

You'll probably go to college next year

and then I'll get my turn.

You mean you want me to have the attic now?

I really do.

( yells )

What are you doing now?

Moving Greg's stuff to the attic.

You just moved it out of the attic, didn't you?

That's right.

Well, why? What's going on?

Well... On second thought, don't tell me.

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing

and ignorance is bliss.

I was telling John how great I thought the bazaar was,

and he was telling me the Ditmeyer's junk

didn't bring in near as much money as our junk did.

Well, actually, I'm glad to be home.

All evening long I had this terrible feeling

there was going to be trouble over that attic.

Oh, honey, you and your women's intuition.

I'll bet none of them gave it a second thought.

Oh, well.

CAROL: You were right.

None of them gave it a second thought.

1975... it's terrible!

What's terrible?

Mom and Dad said that we'd all have a turn

to live in the attic room by ourselves.

Is that terrible?

No, that's not the terrible part.

What is the terrible part?

Well, see, first Greg gets the room

then Marcia, then Peter,

then Jan, then Bobby...

Yeah?

Well, then comes the terrible part.

By the time I get to use the room,

it'll be almost the year 2000.

That is terrible.