| Episode begins at the "Tool Time" studio,
backstage. Tim is reading through the script for the show. Bud
enters. |
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| Tim: | Hello Bud. |
| Bud: | Hey Tim. Good to see you. |
| Tim: | Good to see you Bud. |
| Bud: | Tim, y'know, er, er, I've been looking over
the scripts and they are terrific. |
| Tim: | Great. It's always nice to have a boss who
appreciates my ideas. |
| Bud: | Oh, I love what you're doing. Of course, if
the ratings in the new markets aren't good, then I hate what you're
doing. |
| Tim: | They're gonna be great. The new markets are
gonna love us. |
| Bud: | Wh- I, y'know, I'm sure they're gonna love you
but I still have my doubts about Al. |
| Tim: | No. |
| Bud: | Yeah, yeah. Which is why I made a little
change. |
| Tim: | Change? |
| Bud: | Yeah. [Al enters, wearing a pink shirt and
gray waistcoat] |
| Al: | This is not me! |
| Bud: | Yeah, but that's what I'm going for. See, I'm
trying to get that twenty-something audience, that generation-X
crowd. |
| Tim: | Well, this'll make them shut off their
TV's. |
| Bud: | [Examining Al's hair] I wonder how Al would
look in a buzz-cut. |
| Tim: | Well his mom doesn't look too good in
one. |
| Cut to the "Tool Time" set. |
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| [Heidi is introducing the show] |
| Heidi: | Does everybody know what time it
is? |
| Audience: | "Tool Time!" |
| Heidi: | That's right. Binford Tools is proud to
present Tim "The Toolman" Taylor. Whoo-hoo! [Heidi applauds. The "Tool Time"
music plays. Tim & Al enter. Heidi leaves. Bud watches, approvingly, from the
side of the set] |
| Tim: | Thank you. [Tim puts on his tool belt] Thank
you Heidi and thank you everyone. Welcome to "Tool Time." I am Tim "The
Toolman" Taylor, and you all know my assistant [Al salutes] Al
"Generation-X-tra Large" Borland. You might have noticed Al's not sporting his
traditional plaid or flannel today because he's got a new look. I think he, I
think he looks peachy. |
| Al: | I don't feel peachy. |
| Tim: | Alright, today we're talking about
do-it-yourself jobs that are-aren't actually do-it-yourself. Now replacing a
pane of glass is one thing, but a piece of plate-glass, you're gonna need
help. So today [Al rolls up his shirt sleeves. Tim walks over to a window
frame] I'll be hiking the glass in place, Al'll be using a point-driver to
secure it. [Tim lifts the glass into the frame] Alright Al,
point-driver. |
| Al: | Er, I don't have my point-driver. |
| Tim: | Well thanks for pointing that out. Where is
it? |
| Al: | I, I left it backstage. [To Tim] I, I, I feel a
little flummoxed without my flannel. [Al runs backstage] |
| Tim: | You'll have to forgive Al. He's going through
a little, a little flannel withdrawal. Next week we're checking him into the
Betty Flannel clinic, so. While Al's back there getting his point-driver, I
could welcome two new markets for us, er. Bottoms up Milwaukee and how's it
hanging Columbus. Er, gosh, Al hurry up, I'm beginning to feel like Garfield
here! [Tim presses his face against the glass, still holding the suction-grips.
Al runs back on] |
| Al: | I got it, O.K., I'm here. It's just, you don't
know what it's like being trapped in the wrong fabric. |
| Tim: | Alright, secure the points there with the
point-driver. |
| Al: | No problem. [Al starts securing the
points] |
| Tim: | Alright. We'll glaze the window after-- [Al
looks at the point-driver] |
| Al: | I left the points backstage. [Al runs
backstage] |
| Tim: | I got some here. [Tim goes over to the
workbench. The plate-glass falls to the floor and smashes. Tim & Al go over to
the broken glass. Tim waves at Bud] |
| | |
| [Opening credits] |
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| | |
| Cut to the living room. |
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| [The boys are eating breakfast. Tim is making himself a
coffee. Jill comes downstairs] |
| | |
| Jill: | O.K., I have to go to the library for a few
hours. What are you guys gonna do today? |
| Mark: | Nothing. |
| Randy: | Nothing. |
| Brad: | Nothing. |
| Tim: | I'm supervising. |
| Jill: | Well, don't overwork yourself. [Jill packs
some books into her bag] Bye. |
| Tim: | Have a good day. |
| Brad: | Bye. [Jill leaves through the front
door] |
| Tim: | Alright guys, hurry up. [The boys take their
breakfast dishes to the kitchen] Help me clean this house up. We're gonna give
your mom the best surprise party ever. |
| Randy: | You think she suspects anything? |
| Tim: | Nah. Giving the party two weeks early, great
idea. I'm glad I thought of it. |
| Randy: | I thought of it. |
| Tim: | Yeah, well who thought of having all the
guests wait over at Wilson's? |
| Mark: | Dad, I came up with that. [Mark is cleaning
the windows] |
| Tim: | Yeah, but whose idea was it to have everybody
bring their favorite dish? |
| Brad: | Mine. [Brad is sweeping the floor] |
| Randy: | Why are you throwing Mom a 39th
birthday party anyway? I thought 40's when you throw the big one. [Randy is
dusting] |
| Tim: | Whew, Randy, Randy, Randy, Randy, you've got a
lot to learn about women. A woman's 40th birthday party is something
she does not want to celebrate. |
| Randy: | Why not? |
| Tim: | Well, cuz at forty a woman feels like she's,
y'know, getting old and that, that puts her in a very bad mood for a very long
time. |
| Brad: | How long? |
| Tim: | Generally the rest of her life. You see, at
that age women don't like their looks anymore, y'know, they, they see their
cheeks sagging, their neck hanging and before long it's inevitable their entire
face will cave right in. |
| Mark: | Even a party can't cheer her up? |
| Tim: | I'm sorry to say Mark, there's not a party big
enough to make a woman happy that has no face. Which is why tonight's party's
gonna be great. And finding Aunt Carrie, some of Mom's best friends are gonna
be here, even invited that lady she likes at the magazine, Julie Zuwicky. [Jill
enters through the front door. Brad hides with the broom] |
| Jill: | Did you say Julie Zuwicky? |
| Tim: | No, I said, "Goodness gracious, these counters
are sticky." [Tim runs his hand along the kitchen counter] Why are you
back? |
| Jill: | Oh, I forgot my psych. book. [Jill gets the
book] Uhwh, just the mention of Julie Zuwicky makes my skin crawl. |
| Tim: | Uh? I thought you liked her. |
| Jill: | Well, not since I found out that she was
bad-mouthing me the whole time I worked at the magazine. If I ever see that
back-stabbing witch again, I'm gonna squeeze her neck till her eyes pop out.
See you guys later. |
| Tim: | Have a nice day. [Jill leaves again] |
| Randy: | Good party game. 'Stead of charades, we can
play "pop the eyes out of Julie Zuwicky." |
| | |
| Cut to the backyard, later that day. |
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| [Jill is reading in the yard. There is a large bunch of
balloons behind Wilson's fence] |
| | |
| Jill: | Hey Wilson. |
| Tim: | [Tim is carrying the balloons] Jill? [Tim
loses one of the bunchs of balloons] |
| Jill: | Tim? What are you doing over there? |
| Tim: | [Tim pulls the remaining balloons down to the
ground and comes over to the fence] Ah, Wilson called me at work and said he's
going out of town so why don't I check to see if his doors are locked. I
thought you were at the library. |
| Jill: | I was. I got home a couple of hours
ago. |
| Tim: | Er. |
| Jill: | I've been looking through these old photo
albums my mom gave me for my birthday. |
| Tim: | Uh-huh. [Wilson enters his yard. Tim whispers
to Wilson] Hit the deck! [Wilson drops to the ground] Jill's over there. Hold
these. [Tim hands Wilson the balloons] |
| Jill: | Look. [Jill shows Tim the photo
album] |
| Tim: | Ah-ha-ha. |
| Jill: | That's me at age eight playing our old family
piano. [Tim looks up the telegraph pole at the missing balloons] |
| Tim: | Well you look mighty cute playing that old
piece of junk. |
| Jill: | It wasn't a piece of junk. That was an
antique. |
| Tim: | [Tim looks up the telegraph pole
again] Ah-ha. |
| Jill: | Look how happy I am sitting there practising
Chop Sticks. |
| Tim: | You must have been good to be able to eat
Chinese food and play the piano at the same time. |
| Jill: | Gosh I loved that piano. |
| Tim: | Hm-hmm. [Tim starts climbing the telegraph
pole] |
| Jill: | And Dad got transferred to a base in Europe
and gave it away. I was so upset I cried all the way to Italy. |
| Wilson: | Hmm-hm-hm-hm-hmm. [Jill turns to look for
the source of the noise. Tim comes down the telegraph pole] |
| Tim: | Hmm-hm-hm-hm-hm. Kind of reminds me of, uh, my
first scroll saw. |
| Jill: | Your parents gave it away? |
| Tim: | No, no. I left it at the playground. I put a
small motor in the teeter-totter. Shot this kid halfway across the parking lot.
When I got back to the playground, it was gone. I always wanted to track that
thing down. |
| Jill: | Have you ever noticed that whenever I tell
you a story about me, we wind up talking about you? |
| Tim: | Hm, never noticed. [Jill goes into the house]
Good going Wilson. Maybe next time you'll keep your hmm-hm-hmm's to yourself.
[Wilson stands up] |
| Wilson: | Well I am sorry neighbor. |
| Tim: | O.K. Your keys. |
| Wilson: | Hm. [Wilson bends down to pick up his keys
and lets go of the balloons. They float off] |
| | |
| Cut to Wilson's living room, later that
day. |
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| [All the guests have arrived. Tim carries a plate of food
over to Al] |
| | |
| Tim: | Al, no eating till we get to the party,
O.K? |
| Al: | I'm sorry Tim, but, y'know, when they took my
flannel away at work, I was so upset I couldn't eat my lunch. |
| Tim: | It's not like you couldn't miss a meal now and
then. Alright, main dishes, who brought main dishes? |
| Wilson: | Well I've got a wok full of my delicious
Kung Pow crickets. |
| Tim: | Uh, we need, somebody else, anybody else bring
a main dish? |
| Marty: | It's O.K., it's O.K. We brought a big bowl
of lobster salad. |
| Tim: | Oh, that's just perfect Marty, great. Lobster
makes Jill break out in hives. |
| Nancy: | Marty, why didn't you know that? |
| Marty: | Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I'll just start
keeping a list of all my relatives allergies. |
| Tim: | Alright everybody, I need help putting,
getting the lobster out of here. Just pick in here and get the lobster out,
Quick, quick, quick, quick. [Everybody starts picking out the lobster. Tim
goes over to Carrie] Carrie, what d'you bring? |
| Carrie: | Nothing. |
| Tim: | You come to your sister's birthday party and
you don't bring anything? |
| Carrie: | Tim, I came straight from the
airport. |
| Tim: | Ahhh. |
| Carrie: | All I have are my peanuts from the
plane. |
| Tim: | I'll take them. [Tim takes the
peanuts] |
| Al: | Ooh, honey roasted. |
| Tim: | Back off Al. Marty, put these in the salad.
It'll be like a peanut pasta thing. |
| Marty: | You got it. [Marty adds the peanuts to the
salad. Benny enters] |
| Benny: | Hey-hey, everybody. |
| Tim: | Benny, what are you doing here? |
| Benny: | I heard you were having a party for Jill.
How come I wasn't invited. |
| Tim: | Well, uh, I didn't want you to feel obligated
to bring her a present. |
| Benny: | You know me; I never feel obligated. [Ilene
enters with a bunch of balloons] |
| Ilene: | Hey, I got the balloons. I had to go all
over town but I got 'em. |
| Tim: | Well go all over town and take them back.
These say 40th birthday. It's her 39th
birthday. |
| Ilene: | Her 39th? I thought this was her
40th birthday. |
| Heidi: | Me too. Why, why wouldn't you be having the
party next year? |
| Mark: | Because that's when a woman falls apart and
her face caves in. |
| Nancy: | Who told you that? |
| Tim: | Huh. |
| Mark: | Dad. He knows everything about
women. |
| Carrie: | Is that so. |
| Tim: | Y'know, the odd thing is this, this boy has
two fathers. |
| Carrie: | Ah-ha. |
| Tim: | And it, it was the other father that would
have said something, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, oh boy. |
| Nancy: | Why don't you tell us everything you know
about women, Tim. |
| Ilene: | Yeah, we have a second. |
| Tim: | Well, phew, [Heidi looks at her watch] boy, is
it hot? Are you hot at all here? Benny, could you help me out at all with this
conversation? |
| Benny: | I can't. I thought women fell apart when
they hit thirty. |
| Ilene: | Ohh. How could you say that? [The women
descend on Benny] |
| | |
| Cut to the living room. |
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| [Brad is playing on a Game Boy. Randy is in the kitchen. Mark
& Tim enter from the backyard] |
| | |
| Mark: | Hi Randy. |
| Tim: | Where's Mom? |
| Brad: | She's upstairs. |
| Tim: | Perfect. Everybody's over at Wilson's,
waiting. [The telephone rings] Get that. [Randy answers the phone] |
| Randy: | Hello... Yeah, hold on a second. [Randy
covers the phone mouthpiece] Hey Dad, it's that woman Mom hates, Julie Zuwicky.
She needs directions to the party. [Tim takes the phone] |
| Tim: | Oh, hi, hi Julie, it's, it's Tim Taylor, hi.
Where are you now... 'Kay, quick. Get on 94, go west, when you get to 10, huh,
I know, pretty, sounds pretty goofy doesn't it? Just listen. When you get to
10, go.. [Tim thinks of a number] twelve exits, you get off that exit and then
just look for our house. You can't miss it. O.K., look forward to seeing you,
O.K. Bye. [Tim hangs up the phone] |
| Brad: | Won't that take her to Canada? |
| Tim: | Yes it will! Now, it's gonna be a perfect
surprise party. I'm gonna go to the art show with your mom and act like I got a
stomach ache. We'll be back in a half hour. This is gonna be perfect. Honey,
[Jill comes downstairs] ready to go to the art show? |
| Jill: | Oh, er, I'm not going to the art show. I'm
going to Toledo. |
| Tim: | What? |
| Jill: | Yeah, um, I've found my old piano. |
| Tim: | What are you talking about? |
| Jill: | I got the idea when you told me that great
story about your first scroll saw. |
| Tim: | You hated that story. |
| Jill: | Yes, I did hate it when I first heard it. But
then I was inspired by it. |
| Tim: | Go with the hate, go with the hate. |
| Jill: | No, you see, you see, when I was growing up,
we were always moving around. My parents used to just, y'know, throw away all
of our stuff. So I have nothing left of my past. |
| Tim: | Oh, oh, sure you do. You have all those
beautiful photo albums -- |
| Jill: | -- that's not good enough. My cousin Henry
has the piano. He says that he'll give it to me. |
| Tim: | But I, I -- |
| Jill: | -- I've arranged for movers to meet me there.
I'll be back in about three or four hours. [Jill kisses Tim] |
| Tim: | Three or four hours! You can't -- |
| Jill: | -- I'm so excited. I'll see you later. [Jill
goes into the garage and leaves] |
| Tim: | -- there's no. Three or four hours! |
| | |
| [Commercial break] |
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| | |
| Cut to the living room, later that
evening. |
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| [All the guests have moved across from Wilson's. Ilene is
checking someone's teeth. Tim goes over to Al] |
| | |
| Tim: | Did you eat a meatball? |
| Al: | No. |
| Tim: | I said nobody eats until she gets back,
alright? [Benny is about to open a bottle] Benny, Benny, Benny, Benny, Benny,
we're gonna save this for the toast, is that alright, O.K? |
| Marty: | We can't drink anything, we can't eat
anything, there's no guest of honour. You throw a heck of a party. |
| Tim: | It's not my fault Marty. This whole thing was
the, the kids idea. [The boys turn around and look at Tim] |
| Brad: | Hey, we're not the ones who inspired her with
that dumb story about the scroll saw. |
| Carrie: | This is a disaster. |
| Tim: | Now what? |
| Carrie: | Oh, I just called my service and found out
I have to fly to Norway immediately. |
| Tim: | You're flying to Norway now? |
| Carrie: | Yeah, I have to photograph a statue of King
Olaf in the morning. |
| Tim: | You can't leave Jill's party in the middle of
it. |
| Nancy: | Middle of the party? When was the
beginning? |
| Tim: | Ha-ha-ha-ha. Look, can't you be late a couple
of days? It's not like the statue's gonna run away. |
| Carrie: | Tim, it's a big job. I can't blow off Olaf.
Y'know, this is unbelievable. I came all this way and now my sister won't even
know I was here. |
| Tim: | Yeah. Wait a minute. Yes she will. Heidi, my
camera please. |
| Heidi: | Oh, here you go Tim. [Heidi hands Tim the
camera] |
| Tim: | Thank you Heidi. |
| Heidi: | You're welcome. |
| Tim: | Alright, say cheese. [Tim points the camera at
Carrie] |
| Al: | We can eat the cheese? |
| Tim: | No! [Tim takes the photo of Carrie] |
| Carrie: | O.K. I'm off. [Marie enters with a cake.
Carrie leaves] |
| Tim: | Marie, how're you holding up? |
| Marie: | Oh, I'm doing great Tim. Considering my
miserable bum of a husband left me for a twenty-five-year old meat-packer who
worked at his plant. Oh God, Tim. [Marie cries into Tim's shoulder] |
| Tim: | Ohhh, oh, uh, Wilson, could you help me out
just for a little bit? |
| Wilson: | Why certainly neighbor. Hello
Marie. |
| Marie: | Hi Wilson. [Tim transfers Marie to Wilson's
shoulder] |
| Wilson: | Y'know, I'm reminded of the poet Robert
Burns who said, "Have we ne'er loved so kindly, have we ne'er loved so
blindly." [Wilson takes Marie into the backyard] |
| Ilene: | Y'know Tim, maybe you ought to just cancel
the party and have it on Jill's real birthday. |
| Tim: | She will be back! |
| Ilene: | I was just trying to help. |
| Tim: | Well I'm just trying -- |
| Ilene: | -- don't snap at me. I never knew you could
be such a crab. |
| Al: | We can eat the crab? |
| | |
| Cut to cousin Henry's house. |
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| [Jill arrives and knocks on the door] |
| | |
| Jill: | Hello? Hello? [Cousin Henry appears behind
Jill] |
| Henry: | Hello. |
| Jill: | Oh, hi Henry. [Jill gives Henry a hug] I'm so
excited to see you. |
| Henry: | Me too. Who are you? |
| Jill: | Oh, I'm your cousin Jill. We just spoke on
the phone a couple of hours ago. |
| Henry: | Tell me more. |
| Jill: | Um, I came here to get my old piano back.
Remember? I, I, I told you the story about how my dad gave your mom my piano
and how crushed I was. Devastated. Heartbroken. |
| Henry: | Oh. Oh, that Jill. Sorry, I've been
shellacking today. I get a little fuzzy. |
| Jill: | Do you think we could go in? |
| Henry: | O.K. |
| Jill: | Yeah. [Jill & Henry enter Henry's workshop,
which is full of junk and sculptures] Wow, look, look at all this
stuff. |
| Henry: | You like it? |
| Jill: | Yes I do. Y'know, I remember when you used to
pick through our garbage. I had no idea you were gonna shellack it and sell it
for [Jill looks at a price tag on one of the sculptures] a lot of
money. |
| Henry: | It's funny. When the garbage is in the can
it's worth nothing, but once it's in a gallery people whip out their checkbooks
faster than you can say... whatever it is that people say. |
| Jill: | Well, uh, [Henry swats an invisible fly]
well, um, um, Henry, the movers will be here any minute. |
| Henry: | I'm moving? |
| Jill: | No, you're gonna give me back my old piano
and I'm gonna take it to Detroit. |
| Henry: | Right. |
| Jill: | Right. |
| Henry: | Right. |
| Jill: | Right. So Henry, where is the
piano? |
| Henry: | Oh, uh, it's over here. [Henry takes Jill
over to a fish tank] |
| Jill: | This is my piano? |
| Henry: | Yeah. |
| Jill: | I don't believe it. |
| Henry: | Thanks. Wait till you see this. [Henry lifts
a lid where the keyboard should be to reveal a train set. The train starts
running around the track] |
| | |
| Cut to the living room, later that
evening. |
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| [Most of the guests have left] |
| | |
| Ilene: | It's ten-thirty; maybe we should cut the
cake. [Tim looks at his watch] |
| Al: | Cake? |
| Benny: | Now you're talking. Somebody light the
candles and make a wish. |
| Marty: | I wish I didn't eat so many Kung Pow
crickets. I keep getting this weird urge to rub my legs together. [Heidi comes
running over from the door] |
| Heidi: | Jill's coming, Jill's coming,
shhh. |
| Tim: | Quietly, everybody hide, quiet. [Everybody
hides] What's she doing? |
| Brad: | [Looking out the door] She's just standing
there staring at the sky. |
| Tim: | Go hide, hide. Everybody hide. [Brad hides]
Don't touch that cake till I get back. [Tim opens the door and goes outside.
Jill is standing on the porch] Hey, I've been waiting for you. What're you
doing? |
| Jill: | Watching my dreams float away into the far
reaches of nothingness. |
| Tim: | Can't see them. You can do that inside, can't
you? |
| Jill: | Oh Tim, it was such a depressing
day. |
| Tim: | Hmm. |
| Jill: | My cousin ruined my piano. |
| Tim: | I'll get you another piano. But let's talk
about it inside. C'mon. |
| Jill: | I know you want to help, I just really don't
want to talk about it. I think I just want to be alone. [Jill goes inside,
followed by Tim. Everybody jumps out from their hiding places] |
| Everybody: | Surprise! [They all applaud. Jill is
surprised] |
| | |
| Cut to the living room, later. |
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| [Tim & Jill are cleaning up] |
| | |
| Tim: | I'm sorry things didn't go so smoothly. I
really wanted this to be a special night for you. |
| Jill: | It was special. |
| Tim: | Yeah right. By the time you showed up there
was only eleven people here. |
| Jill: | Yeah, but eleven people I really love. I
mean, ten plus Benny. [Tim laughs] |
| Tim: | I'm sorry about that piano thing. |
| Jill: | Oh, it was crazy for me to go chasing after
that anyway. |
| Tim: | No it wasn't. |
| Jill: | Yes it was. I, I was just trying to go back
into my past and find something I lost. |
| Tim: | Well, we can do it some other time, er, I'll
go with you. We'll make a weekend out of it. |
| Jill: | [Laughing] That's O.K. Tim. Y'know, when I
walked in here tonight I saw all the things that have meaning in my life. Great
friends, a wonderful family, a husband [Jill hugs Tim] who was sensitive enough
to throw me a birthday party the year before my face caved in. |
| Tim: | [Grunting] Oh, you heard that. |
| Jill: | Yeah, I heard that. So honey, [Jill & Tim
kiss] are you still gonna love me when I'm all droopy and saggy? |
| Tim: | C'mon, I already do! I fell in love with you
and I intend to fall apart with you. Hmm? [They kiss again. The doorbell
rings] |
| Jill: | Who's that at this time of the
night? |
| Tim: | It's probably Al looking for
leftovers. |
| Jill: | Hmm. [Tim goes over to the door and looks
through the peephole. He has another look. Tim opens the door and Julie
enters] |
| Julie: | I'm sorry I'm late but those directions you
gave me were terrible. |
| Jill: | Julie Zuwicky? |
| Julie: | Happy birthday! [Julie hugs Jill. Jill pulls
faces at Tim. Tim makes strangling and eye-popping-out motions with his hands.
Julie gives Jill her gift] |
| Jill: | Oh, thank you so much. [Julie turns to look
at Tim. Tim quickly puts his hands down by his sides] |
| | |
| Cut to the hall, Jill's birthday. |
|---|
| [Tim & the boys lead Jill, blindfolded, down the
stairs] |
| | |
| Jill: | What is this? |
| Tim: | It's your birthday and the boys and I did
something real special for you. |
| Mark: | Alright, where do you want her? |
| Tim: | Per- right here, perfect, perfect. |
| Randy: | Alright Mom, what's the one thing you want
most in the whole world? |
| Jill: | Never to see Julie Zuwicky again. |
| Tim: | Got that. I've got something real special for
you. |
| Brad: | Yeah, you can go over there and take off the
bandana. [Jill takes off the blindfold] |
| Jill: | O.K. [Jill sees her gift] A piano! [Jill goes
over to the piano] Oh my gosh, it looks just like the one I had when I was a
kid. [Jill sits down at the piano] |
| Tim: | It is the one you had as a kid. |
| Jill: | No! You couldn't have. How could you do this?
It was a mess. |
| Tim: | Well, not as big a mess as, er, your [Tim puts
on a gormless face] cousin Henry. [Jill laughs] |
| Brad: | We spent the last two weeks restoring it in
Wilson's garage. |
| Randy: | Yeah, we would have had it done in a week
except Dad kept on playing with the train. |
| Jill: | Oh, I love it so much. Thank you. [Jill
kisses Tim] Oh thank you honey. |
| Tim: | Happy birthday. |
| Jill: | And honey, [Jill kisses Mark] and honey,
[Jill kisses Brad] and honey. [Jill kisses Randy. Jill sits down at the piano
again] Let me see, what do I remember? Um, O.K. [Jill starts playing Für
Elise - badly. Tim & the boys grimace and walk away] |
| Tim: | I wonder how long it would take to turn it
back into an aquarium? |
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| CREDITS |
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| [Outtake from the first kitchen scene. The boys
clear up after breakfast] |
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| Tim: | Let's get this place cleaned up and give her
the best birthday party we ever gave her, alright? |
| Randy: | Do you think she suspects
anything? |
| Tim: | No, I think, er, having the birthday party two
weeks before the real thing, thr- [Tim loses the line] |
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| [Beep. Cut] |
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| Tim: | But whose idea was it having everybody bring
their favorite dish? |
| Brad: | Mine. |
| Tim: | Ah, I'm getting awfully sick and tired of your
insolence, boys! [Randy starts laughing] |
| Randy: | Dad. [Randy breaks down, laughing] |
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| THE END |
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