| Episode begins in the living room. Tim and the boys are standing by the rug.
Tim and Brad move to face each other |
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| | |
| Tim: | Alright. I'm gonna show you how to do a reversal from the down position.
[Tim points at Brad] I'm gonna pin you in about 3 seconds. [Tim crouches
on the floor] |
| Brad: | Huh, that's real fair, Dad. You weigh, like, a ton more than me. [Brad
kneels down next to Tim and places one hand on Tim's shoulder and the
other on Tim's back] |
| Tim: | Ton? O.K., if that's not fair, why don't I just take on all three of you? |
| Randy: | Alright! |
| [Randy, Mark and Brad grab Tim and try to push him to the floor] |
| Tim: | C'mon, you bunch of little girls! |
| [Tim rolls Brad over his back and Randy pushes Tim down, crushing Brad's leg
beneath Tim. Brad cries out in pain] |
| Brad: | Ahhhh! Owwwww! Ahhhh! |
| Randy: | One, two, three. You're pinned. [Randy punches Tim's shoulder] |
| Mark: | You lose! |
| [Randy lets go of Tim and Tim gets up] |
| Tim: | I am... [Tim pretends to give in] not the second round! |
| [Tim grabs Brad and Randy in a headlock] |
| Brad: | No! |
| Randy: | Ahhhh! Ahhhh! |
| Brad: | Dad! It smells under here! Seriously! |
| Tim: | It's the Tim Taylor Half-smelly Nelson! |
| [Brad starts wafting the air in front of him] |
| Randy: | Yeah, Dad, your pits are the pit! |
| [Jill enters from the garage from work and walks over to them] |
| Jill: | Hi, guys. I see he's got you in that Half-smelly Nelson. |
| [Tim release Brad and Randy and they collapse onto the floor. Tim gets up] |
| Randy: | How d'you know? |
| Jill: | [Laughing] He perfected it on me! |
| [Tim raises his arms in victory] |
| Jill: | Boys, aren't you supposed to be doing your homework? |
| [Tim tries to signal them not to say anything] |
| Brad: | Well I was until Dad called us down to wrestle. |
| Jill: | Tim. |
| Tim: | Well, if you won't wrestle with me Murray <?> Iguana-woman. C'mon! |
| [Jill takes off her coat and Tim puts his arms around her ready to wrestle] |
| Jill: | Hey! Hey! Just put the groceries away, man! |
| Tim: | [Grunts] Oh, huh, huh, huh! [Tim starts unpacking the groceries]
Bite-sized pretzels, bite-sized quiche, [Tim pulls a face] darling!
Bite-sized pizza. Who's coming over? The bite-sized family? |
| Jill: | I told you! I'm giving a baby shower for Linda from work. |
| Tim: | Linda? Her husband's the crook? [Tim helps put the groceries in the
cupboards] |
| Jill: | He's not a crook, he's a cook. We went to his restaurant. |
| Tim: | That's right. I paid the bill. He's a crook. |
| Jill: | Anyway, it's at two o'clock on Saturday and a lot of people from work are
gonna be there. [The boys leave the room] |
| Tim: | D'you mean a lot of people-people, or a lot of women-people? |
| Jill: | Women-people, Tim. They're just like men-people only they have longer
hair and... they're smarter! |
| Tim: | Bunch of women at a baby shower yakking about stretch marks, blowing,
labor pains. If I wanna discuss labor pains, I'll talk to a union man. |
| Jill: | Oh, c'mon, it'll be fun! Why don't you just pop your head in and say hi
for a second. I really want you to meet my women friends from work. |
| Tim: | Can't this Saturday. |
| Jill: | Why not? What are you doing? |
| Tim: | I'm busy on Saturday. We're doing that "Tool Time" 'til two
o'clock. |
| Jill: | [Disappointed] Oh. |
| Tim: | And I told the boys I'd rush back here and take them to that Demolition
Derby at four. |
| Jill: | Well there's two hours in between there. |
| Tim: | Well, then I go upstairs. |
| Jill: | To do what? |
| Tim: | [Short pause] Upstairs stuff. |
| [Jill turns away from Tim, smiling and shaking her head] |
| | |
| [Opening credits] |
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| | |
| Cut to the "Tool Time" set, Saturday. |
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| [Heidi is sitting in the audience] |
| | |
| Heidi: | Does everybody know what time it is? |
| Audience: | "Tool Time!" |
| Heidi: | [She gets up] That's right. Binford Tools is proud to present Tim "The
Tool Man" Taylor. [Heidi starts clapping and the audience joins her] |
| ["Tool Time" theme music. Tim enters the set] |
| Tim: | Thank you everybody and welcome to "Tool Time." I'm Tim "The Tool Man"
Taylor. [Heidi takes his jacket] Thank you, Heidi. Poor little Al's out sick
today, but don't have a flannel meltdown. [Tim puts on his tool belt and
Heidi leaves the set] He'll still be helping us out by phone. Heidi, my Al
phone, please. |
| [Heidi wheels in a board with Al's clothes pinned on it with a telephone for
the head with a beard round it] |
| Heidi: | Here you go, Tim. |
| Tim: | Thank you, Heidi. |
| Heidi: | You're welcome. [Heidi leaves] |
| Tim: | He's looking pretty sprightly, isn't he. [Tim dials the number] Al, are
you there? |
| Al: | [Voice] Yes, a-choo! |
| Tim: | [Tim examines his hand and wipes his forehead] Er, use a tissue, fella,
c'mon. |
| Al: | [Voice] I would like the audience to know that I used a hankie. |
| Tim: | [Tim pulls a face] Al, this is like the first time you've ever been out sick,
isn't it? |
| Al: | [Voice] Which is amazing considering all the injuries you've inflicted on
me. [Tim holds up his hand to the phone in protest] Put your hand down
Tim! [Tim puts his hand down and stares at the phone] |
| Tim: | Anyway, today we continue our week-long salute [Tim salutes and a water
gurgle is heard] to plumbing. And joining us today is master plumber Felix
Myman. Let's give him a big "Tool Time" welcome. |
| [Felix enters the set. Tim and Felix shake hands] |
| Tim: | Good to have you aboard, Felix. |
| Felix: | Er, nice to be here, Tim. |
| Tim: | Felix and I go way back, right? |
| Felix: | That's right Tim. I've been to your house for all of your plumbing
disasters. |
| Tim: | Errr. |
| Felix: | [Counting them off on his hand] The water heater, the dishwasher,
Jill's bath tub -- |
| Tim: | -- er, I think we get the point. Anyway, we'll try to get -- [Al laughs
over phone and Tim and Felix turn to look at it] Anyway, being a master
plumber, Felix is experienced with all sorts of bathroom problems.
[Counting them off on his hand] Sinks, showers -- [Tim turns to Felix]
showers, speaking of showers, what d'you think of baby showers? |
| Felix: | Well, I'm against it. I think babies should take baths. |
| Tim: | No, no, no, it's a different s-sort of shower, it's like when women get
together and yap about what to do when their water breaks. |
| Felix: | With any kind of water breakage, you want to call a licenced plumber. |
| [Tim stares at Felix and Felix turns to Tim and nods. Tim looks unsure whether
Felix is being serious] |
| Tim: | Anyway, the first segment of our plumbing show will start in the bathroom,
where all the action takes place, right on the throne. We're talking about
a sweaty toilet. Heidi! My sweaty toilet, please! |
| [Heidi wheels in a toilet] |
| Heidi: | Here you are, Tim. |
| Tim: | Thank you, Heidi. |
| Heidi: | You're welcome. [Heidi leaves] |
| Tim: | Now, what is a sweaty toilet? Is it a toilet that's just over-stressed
from too many seat-ups? [Tim raises and lowers the seat saying "Ohhh" each
time. He does this 3 times] |
| Al: | [Voice] I don't think so, Tim. |
| [Tim holds his hand up to the phone again] |
| Felix: | Actually Tim, this problem occurs when the cold water in the tank cools
the porcelain and the warm moist air condenses on the sides. |
| Al: | [Voice] Well said, Felix. I'm glad there's somebody there who knows what
he's talking about. I'm usually the one that has to step in and tell Tim -- |
| Tim: | -- excuse me a minute, Al. [Tim cuts off the phone] O.K. Felix, what do we
do about a sweaty toilet? |
| Felix: | You can install a temperant valve to mix the hot and cold water before
it enters the tank. [Tim and Felix walk over to the bench which has the
valve laid out on it] |
| Tim: | But that would be for professional installation only. For that, hire a
licenced plumber like Felix. For the do-it-yourselfer, you can just cement
foam liners inside the tank. [Tim picks one up] |
| Felix: | You'll wanna drain the water from the tank first. [Felix picks up a can]
And use an epoxy resin cement which will take a couple of hours to dry. |
| Tim: | Yeah, but Felix, when you've gotta go, you've got to go. [Tim spreads
cement onto the inside of the tank] That's why I recommend Binford's
Ultra-fast-drying Urethane Adhesive. |
| Felix: | I'm not sure you wanna use that kind of glue. |
| Tim: | I know what I'm doing here, O.K? Just wait until it's tacky. [Tim tests
this with his fingers] |
| Felix: | Tim! I'd be careful. That's instant glue you're using. |
| Tim: | It's not like instant-instant. [Tim's hand gets stuck to the inside of the
tank. Tim pulls at his hand but can't get it free. The phone starts to
ring. Tim looks to Felix] |
| Tim: | Can you get that for me? |
| Felix: | Oh. Sure. [Felix answers the phone] Hello?... Oh, hi Al! |
| Tim: | What's he want? |
| Felix: | He wants to know if you've got your hands glued to the toilet yet. |
| Tim: | C'mon! |
| | |
| Cut to the living room, later that day. |
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| [Linda, Nora, Eve, and some other ladies are sat around the room. Linda opens
a present and takes out some baby booties] |
| | |
| Linda, Nora, Eve, & others: | Ahhhhh! |
| [Jill approaches them from the kitchen] |
| Jill: | O.K., anybody ready for cake? |
| Linda, Nora, Eve, & others: | Ah-hhhhh! [They all get up] |
| Nora: | I'll help you. |
| Jill: | O.K. [Tim enters from the garage] Sweetie! What are you doing home? |
| Tim: | I'm not home. I'm not home. [Tim head for the stairs] |
| Nora: | Jill? Is that your husband? |
| Tim: | [To Jill] Tell them I'm your Latin lover Miguel and I don't speak English! |
| Jill: | Yes, it is my husband. [To Tim] Come and say hi. |
| Tim: | [Tim sticks his head round the doorway] Hola! |
| Jill: | [Jill drags Tim into the room] Come in and say hi and don't act stupid.
This is my husband Tim. |
| Linda, Nora, Eve, & others: | Hi. |
| Tim: | Hi everybody, welcome to my house, uh, shower power! |
| Nora: | So, I finally get to meet the Tool Man. |
| Tim: | Yeah. [Tim turns to leave] |
| Nora: | Y'know, I watch your show all the time. [Tim returns] |
| Tim: | Really? |
| Nora: | Yeah. [Tim shakes her hand] |
| Tim: | Who are you? |
| Nora: | Nora. |
| Tim: | Hi, Nora. |
| Nora: | I loved the one on squeaky floors. |
| Tim: | A squeak, a creak, or a... |
| Tim & Nora: | Awww. |
| Tim: | A lot of people liked that show. |
| Jill: | Yeah, two letters have already poured in. [Jill sits down at the table] |
| Eve: | Jill, I hope you don't mind me saying this, but I think Tim is even more
handsome in person than he is on television. |
| Tim: | Hah, well, excuse me. I don't mind. And you are? |
| Eve: | Eve! [Tim shakes her hand] |
| Tim: | Eve. Can I get you a cold drink? Some dip? Or a condominium? |
| [They all laugh. Linda sits down at the table] |
| Tim: | And I'm just taking a shot, you must be the guest of honour. |
| Linda: | Hi, I'm Linda. [Tim shakes her hand] |
| Tim: | Hi Linda. |
| Linda: | Can you join us Tim? |
| Tim: | Ohhh, I'm not a big baby shower guy. I'm a big baby guy! |
| Linda: | Oh. I hope my husband turns out to be a big baby guy. He's really
nervous right now. |
| [Tim helps hand round drinks] |
| Tim: | Oh, I'll take these. [Tim picks up 2 drinks] |
| Eve: | Oh, thank you. |
| Tim: | Y'know, I think guys are generally nervous about babies because, y'know,
you women do all the work [Tim hands the drinks to 2 other ladies] and
then we-we have to sit back and think "Will I be a good father to him?",
"Will he relate to me?" or even worse, "What if he turns out to be a she?
Then I have to protect she from all the he's." |
| Linda: | You sound like you've given this a lot of thought. |
| Tim: | Well-we-we've had three boys. They were babies once. And they were really
cool little babies. I think, I think men have a lot in common with babies: well,
we both get real cranky if we don't get fed on time, [Linda laughs] we
like to take naps in the afternoon, and I don't know a guy in the world
that doesn't like a good game of "peek-a-boo!" |
| [They all laugh] |
| Tim & Linda: | Ohhhhhhhh. |
| Tim: | This is a lot of fun, I-I wish I could stay around. Have a nice shower and
have fun here. See you later. |
| Eve: | Bye. |
| Nora: | Bye. |
| [Tim leaves] |
| Eve: | What a doll! |
| Nora: | Jill! You are so lucky! That is exactly the kind of man I've been looking
for. |
| Linda: | He is fabulous. |
| Jill: | He is fabulous. Who was that? |
| | |
| Cut to the living room, later that day. |
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| [Linda is packing her last presents into a bag. Jill approaches] |
| | |
| Linda: | This was a great shower, Jill. Thank you so much. |
| Jill: | You're welcome. |
| [Tim enters. Jill helps Linda toward the door] |
| Tim: | Linda, I've put all your gifts in the trunk of your car. Where did you get
that cute little bib with the trough in it? It would be perfect for the
ball games: "That last beer was a little too much for me. Oh." I'm gonna
go take the boys on an educational trip. |
| Linda: | Where? Museum? Library? |
| Tim: | Actually, Demolition Derby. Frmm! Bamm! [Tim goes upstairs] |
| [Linda laughs] |
| Linda: | He is so funny. You must laugh all the
time. |
| Jill: | All the time... |
| Linda: | Thanks again. |
| Jill: | Yeah, you be well. |
| Linda: | Bye. |
| Jill: | Bye. |
| Linda: | Bye, bye. |
| Jill: | Bye. |
| [Jill closes the door. Randy, Mark and Brad come running downstairs and Jill
hands them their coats] |
| Jill: | Here you go, here you go. |
| Randy & Mark: | Demolition Derby! Demolition Derby! |
| Brad: | Thanks Mom. |
| [Tim comes downstairs and the boys run to the garage] |
| Jill: | Bye, bye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. |
| Randy: | Yes! |
| Tim: | See you later, honey! |
| Jill: | You! Wait! |
| Tim: | What? |
| Jill: | You were incredible at that shower. [Jill snuggles up to Tim] |
| Tim: | Huh? |
| Jill: | You were funny, and charming, and sexy. All the women wanted to be
married to you. |
| [They kiss] |
| Tim: | Hmm. I wanna be married to them too. [Jill laughs] Maybe we could work out
some kind of time share arrangement! [Tim goes to a cupboard] |
| Jill: | Y'know, sometimes I just forget what an amazing hunk-of-a-man you are. |
| [Tim gets a pair of binoculars out of the cupboard] |
| Tim: | Ohhh. Well, I'd love to stick around and give you a little reminder but,
the boys need me. |
| Jill: | I need you. |
| [The car horn honks] |
| Tim: | Ahhh. Demolition Derby. Sexy Wife. [They kiss] Demolition Derby. Ooh, Sexy
Wife. [They kiss] Could you hold that thought 'til about ten o'clock
tonight? |
| Jill: | Wait a minute, this thought here? [They kiss] |
| Tim: | Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm. |
| Jill: | [Laughing] Hmm. |
| Tim: | That-that would be the one. |
| [The car horn honks again. Tim heads over to the garage and Jill follows] |
| Jill: | Huuuh. Hurry back, mister. |
| [Short pause] |
| Tim: | Every time I see two heaps slamming one another tonight, I'll be thinking
about us. |
| [Jill laughs and they kiss. Tim enters the garage and shuts the door] |
| | |
| [Commercial break] |
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| | |
| Cut to Tim and Jill's bedroom. |
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| [Jill is in bed, reading. Tim enters] |
| | |
| Tim: | Honey, what a Demolition Derby! I wish you'd been there. [Tim sits down on
a chair] We were so close to the action, you could taste the exhaust! [Tim
takes off his shoes] |
| Jill: | I'm glad you're back. Where are the boys? |
| Tim: | They're in their rooms. [Tim takes off his socks] Proud of those little
guys. They each had one of those 52 ounce root beers. Randy let out a burp
so loud, one of the drivers thought he blew a tire! |
| Jill: | I always knew that that boy was special. [Jill puts her book away and pulls
down the covers revealing a fancy nightgown] |
| Tim: | Phew! Are you looking good. Let me get out of these cruddy clothes. [Jill
turns off her bedside lamp. Tim goes into the closet] |
| Jill: | Don't take too long. |
| Tim: | I won't. |
| [Jill settles back in bed] |
| Tim: | [From the closet] What a great night with the boys, though. A lot of good
food. [Tim comes back into the bedroom having taken off his shirt] Ohh,
ahh, ohhh. [Tim sits down in the chair again] I've got some double-cheese
nachos sitting right here. [Tim rubs his stomach and burps] Ohh. |
| Jill: | Tim! |
| Tim: | A little gas ball moving, moving. [Tim burps again and then stands up] Ahh. |
| Jill: | This is real attractive. [Tim takes off his jeans] |
| Tim: | So, where were we? [Tim gets into bed] |
| Jill: | It's kind of hard to remember. |
| Tim: | This will refresh your memory. [Tim kisses her and then pulls back
suddenly, stifling a vomit burp. Jill turns away] Ohh. Sorry. [Tim holds
his chest] Sorry, I'm sorry. Mark was right. Ohh. You shouldn't have
double onions in your chilli-dogs... Hel-lo. [Tim wafts the bed covers. Jill gets
out of bed] Where are you going? |
| Jill: | I've had enough. |
| Tim: | I thought we were gonna, y'know, c'mon. |
| Jill: | Are you insane? |
| Tim: | You were drooling all over me when I left. |
| [Jill puts on her dressing gown] |
| Jill: | Yeah, well, that was a different guy. What happened to the man who was
debonair, and attractive, and [Jill sniffs the air by Tim] oozing charm? |
| Tim: | That's me, I'm him. |
| Jill: | No, you're the guy that burps and oozes something but it isn't charm. You
were charming the pants off those women today. Why don't you do that with
me anymore? |
| Tim: | I was just trying to make a good impression. C'mon. [Tim slaps the bed
next to him] |
| Jill: | Y'know, it really ticks me off that just because we're married, everybody
else gets the best part of you and I just get... the rest. |
| Tim: | Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back the trolley up here a minute. [Tim gets out of bed]
It's not like I get the best of Jill. That morning breath could take the
paint off my hot rod. [Jill looks annoyed] How about this little ratty
robe. [Tim points to her dressing gown] Like that says "Come and take me,
big fella." |
| Jill: | The point is that tonight I really tried. When was the last time you put
on something like this [Jill opens her dressing gown] for me? |
| Tim: | If I put that on, I'd be arrested, honey. [Short pause] C'mon. |
| Jill: | All I wanted was one night of romance and you turn it into a big
argument. |
| Tim: | So let's not argue. I, for one, am still in the mood. [Jill leaves and
slams the door] I'm taking a wild shot that you're not. |
| | |
| Cut to the backyard, the next day. |
|---|
| [Tim is rolling the grass] |
| | |
| Wilson: | Ahh. Drat-drat-drat-drat-drat. |
| Tim: | Problem, Wilson? |
| Wilson: | Well, Tim, I am attempting to balance an egg, but it's not easy. |
| Tim: | But if it falls, it's over-easy. |
| Wilson: | You are quite the yolkster. Actually Tim, some people believe that an
egg will stand on its end during the Vernal Equinox. |
| Tim: | The Vernal what-nox? |
| Wilson: | The Vernal Equinox, Tim. It signifies the first day of Spring. It's
when the sun is directly over the Equator, and gravitational pull is at
its strongest. |
| Tim: | It's probably what's affecting Jill. |
| Wilson: | What d'you do this time, Tim? |
| Tim: | I didn't do anything. She's all bent out of shape because I'm too
charming. |
| Wilson: | Well you are quite the dazzler. I don't see why that would upset Jill,
though. |
| Tim: | She thinks I'm only charming for other people and not her. |
| Wilson: | Oh, hm-mm, hm-mm. [Tim stops by the fence] |
| Tim: | I think she wants things to be like they were when we first met, y'know.
[Wilson comes over to the fence] But I like the way things are now, I-I
like not always having to impress other persons or get dressed up. |
| Wilson: | Hm-mm. So you would tend to agree with J. B. Priestley who said that
"Marriage is like an endless visit in your worst clothes." [Wilson
chuckles to himself] |
| Tim: | That guy Priestley really knew about marriage. |
| Wilson: | And divorce too. He was married three times. |
| Tim: | Oh-no! Three mother-in-laws! Yap-yap-yap-yap-yap. [Wilson chuckles]
Y'know, when Jill and I first got married, in order to win her, I really
had to pour on the charm. And then she wanted to see through the charm to
see if I really loved her. And now that she knows that I really love her,
she wants the charm back! |
| Wilson: | Hm. Well Tim, maybe after fifteen years of marriage, making an effort
to be more charming has more meaning. |
| [Tim considers this] |
| Tim: | Hm, yeah. It's too bad. I like being comfortable in my own house. When
I've got a little gas, I don't wanna have to run out to the backyard! |
| Wilson: | I don't want that either, Tim. |
| [Tim continues rolling the grass] |
| | |
| Cut to Tim and Jill's bedroom, that night. |
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| [Jill is in the bathroom. Tim enters wearing a pair of coveralls] |
| | |
| Tim: | Jill? |
| Jill: | [From the bathroom] Hi. |
| Tim: | Hi. I was laying under the hot rod and I-I got to thinking about you. |
| Jill: | Really? [Jill enters wearing her dressing gown] Usually you're laying
with me and get to thinking about the hot rod. [Jill walks over to her
dressing table. Tim follows her] |
| Tim: | I think you're right. I-I don't really work on charming you like I used
to. [Jill starts brushing her hair] |
| Jill: | Well, that's true. I don't think you wore your coveralls to bed until the
fifth anniversary. [Tim looks down at his coveralls] |
| Tim: | I just don't wanna be one of those priests that drops eggs on his three
wives. [Jill stops brushing her hair and turns to look at him, confused] |
| Jill: | What? |
| Tim: | Sometimes in a marriage, you can get too comfortable. |
| Jill: | Well, we're both getting lazy. I guess after fifteen years and three
kids, it's kind of natural. [Jill walks to the middle of the room. Tim
follows her] |
| Tim: | Yeah, yeah, yeah, but I-I don't wanna get so lazy that we stop trying. |
| Jill: | Me neither. |
| Tim: | Do you remember when I asked you to marry me? I was so nervous, my hands
were as sweaty as toilets. |
| [Jill smiles] |
| Jill: | Why were you nervous? |
| Tim: | Well, I was afraid that you'd say no and I'd have to spend the rest of my
life without you. I knew I couldn't return that ring! [Jill laughs] |
| Jill: | You still make me laugh. |
| Tim: | That's good. This is the best fifteen years I've ever had. [They kiss and
embrace] I have a little gift for you. Stay right there. |
| Jill: | Well-mm. [Tim leaves and returns with a yellow rose] You still have some
charm left. |
| Tim: | I still have some tricks up my sleeve. |
| [Tim rips the sleeves off the coveralls and then rips the front and legs away,
revealing a tuxedo. Jill laughs. Tim tidies his hair] |
| Jill: | Whoa! |
| Tim: | [Tim sticks his right hand inside his jacket] Bond, James Bond. [Jill
laughs] |
| [Tim looks around and then shuts the bedroom door. He switches on the intercom
and romantic music plays. He dims the lights. They start to dance] |
| Jill: | I wish that I had a beautiful gown on under my robe. |
| Tim: | What d'you have on under there? |
| Jill: | Nothing. |
| Tim: | Ohh-ho-ho. That's better than your gown. |
| [Tim undoes the robe and it drops to the floor] |
| | |
| Cut to the living room, the next morning. |
|---|
| [Mark is playing with a ball in the backyard. He comes inside. Randy and Brad
are having breakfast] |
| | |
| Mark: | Are Mom and Dad up yet? |
| [Randy takes his bowl over to the kitchen] |
| Brad: | No! And quit bugging us. |
| Mark: | But it's late! [Mark goes over to the kitchen] When are they gonna get
up? |
| Randy: | Don't you know anything? Whenever Mom and Dad have a fight, Dad
apologizes and then, the next morning, they sleep late. |
| Mark: | I don't think they're sleeping. |
| Brad: | You don't? Why not? [Brad gets up and brings his bowl over to the
kitchen] |
| Mark: | Because I heard them jumping up and down on their bed. |
| [Randy and Brad look at each other] |
| Randy: | Oh! Well, y'know, they're probably just having one of their, um,
somersault contests! |
| Brad: | Yeah, it's a lot like the Olympics. [Brad claps his hands and Mark throws
him the ball] |
| Mark: | Sounds like fun. Why don't they ask us to play? |
| [Brad and Randy go towards the backyard] |
| Randy: | Trust me Mark. [Randy slaps Mark's shoulder] You don't wanna play. |
| [Brad and Randy go outside. Jill and Tim come down in their bed clothes] |
| Mark: | Oh, hi Mom, hi Dad. |
| Jill: | Hi sweetie. What a great day. |
| Tim: | Yeah, what a great day. [Tim and Jill go into the kitchen] |
| Mark: | Brad and Randy told me what you were doing upstairs. |
| [Tim and Jill turn back to look at Mark. Mark looks puzzled as to what could
have concerned them] |
| Jill: | They did? |
| Mark: | Yeah! Having one of those somersault contests. Who won? |
| Tim: | Your Mom won. She always wins. |
| [Mark nods and goes into the backyard] |
| Tim: | You did win, didn't you? |
| Jill: | Twice. |
| Tim: | Yeah! |
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| CREDITS |
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| [Outtake from the "Tool Time" scene. Heidi is sitting in the "Tool Time"
audience] |
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| Heidi: | Does everybody know what time it is? [There is no response!!] |
| [Heidi stands up] |
| Heidi: | O.K., there's a little thing we do here. You yell "Tool Time." |
| | |
| [Outtake from the baby shower. Cut to the living room. Linda, Nora, Eve are
around the table. Tim is standing by them] |
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| Nora: | It sounds like you've given this a lot of thought. |
| Tim: | Well, we had three, three babies when they, the boys were babies, y'know
I... Men are actually a lot like babies. |
| Linda, Nora, Eve & others: | Oh? |
| [Tim laughs] |
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| THE END |
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