S4 E15 Greg Gets Grounded

Greg Gets Grounded

Written by Elroy Schwartz

Greg gets grounded for almost causing a car accident. I hope you enjoy the script.











RACHEL, Greg’s date

MRS. JENNY THOMPSON, a friend of Carol’s

(The episode begins with Greg and bobby getting out of the car. bobby has a box with him.)

Bobby: Thanks for taking me to get Spunker (his new frog)

Greg: That’s okay, Bobby.

(The frog croaks.)

Bobby: He costs $2.00, but he’s worth it.

Greg: That’s a pretty expensive frog.

Bobby: Yeah, he’s a guaranteed jumper.

Greg: For 2 bucks, you ought to get a pole vaulter.

Bobby: What’s 2 bucks if he wins the contest, first prize is $25.00.

Greg: You’ll be loaded.

Bobby: Yeah, Greg, you’re gonna drive me and Spunker to the frog jumping contest next Saturday, aren’t you?

Greg: Sure, I wouldn’t miss it. But if you win that $25.00, you and Spunker pay for the gas.

(He opens the door and lets Bobby in first. Next, Bobby comes into the den to show his parents the frog, with Greg following.)

Bobby (excited): Mom, Dad. look. Look what I got for the frog jumping contest.

Mike: Hmm.

Bobby: He cost $2.00 and I named him Spunker.

Mike: Say, he looks like a champ to me.

Carol: Yeah, and very handsome, for a frog.

Bobby: I wouldn’t have been able to get him if it wasn’t for Greg. He drove me down to the pet store.

Greg: That’s okay, Bob.

Bobby: And boy, is Greg ever a great driver. We just missed getting to an accident.

(Mike and Carol get shocked.)

Carol: What happened?

Greg: Uh, nothing really.

Bobby: What do you mean nothing? Greg was great. You see, there was this great big truck in front of us, and Greg slammed on the breaks, and we skidded right in between the big truck an dthe freeway fence.

Mike: Did he cut you off, Greg?

Greg: No, sir.

Carol: Were you driving too fast?

Greg: No.

Mike (disbelieving): Well, you must have been if you couldn’t stop in time.

Bobby: Honest, Dad, he wasn’t driving too fast. He just bought a new record album. He was looking at the back cover.

Carol (upset): While you were driving?

Greg: Bobby, I only glanced at it!

Mike (angry): On the freeway?

Greg (protesting): Dad, nothing happened. I didn’t even scratch the car.

(Bobby starts to leave.)

Carol: Greg, weren’t we talking to you just last week about paying attention while you drive?

Mike: I think you better spend a little time thinking about your driving habits while you don’t use the car for a week!

Greg (upset): A week? Dad, that’s not fair!

Mike: Well, it’s a lot fairer than not using it for two weeks.

Greg (protesting): But, Dad, it wasn’t a…

Mike: You want to try for three.

(Greg storms out of the den and the scene fades.)

(The next scene has Bobby trying to get his frog to jump.)

Bobby: Come on, Spunker, just jump, jump, just a little, a little jump.

Peter: Hi. Where did you get the frog? Burke’s pond?

Bobby: No, I bought him at the pet store.

Peter: The pet store? There’s hundreds of them at Burke’s pond.

Bobby: But this one’s a special frog.

(Greg comes by on his bike.)

Peter (to Greg): Hi.

Greg: Hi. (to Bobby) Hi. Thanks for opening your big mouth. (sarcastically) Now I get to ride my bike instead of drive the car.

Peter: What happened?

Greg: I’m grounded for a whole week because of him.

Bobby: I was just telling Mom and Dad what a great driver you are.

Greg: How old are you?

Bobby: 11.

Greg: It’s amazing.

Bobby: What is?

Greg: How somebody can get so stupid in such a short time.

(He walks away.)

Bobby: He won’t think I’m so stupid when Spunker wins.

Peter: Wins what?

Bobby: The pet store’s having a frog jumping contest.

Peter: You mean like the one we saw in the paper, at Caravels County?

Bobby: yeah, the first prize is $25.00.

Peter: $25.00, wow! Can anybody enter the contest?

Bobby: No, it’s just for frogs.

Peter: Very funny.

(He gets up.)

Bobby: Where are you going?

Peter: Down to Burke’s pond, I’m getting in that contest.

Bobby: You’ll just get a plain old frog down there, not a thoroughbred like Spunker, right Spunker?

(Spunker croaks. Greg is inside talking on the telephone.)

Greg: Scott, no, I struck out. I had to ride my bike all the way down to the music store and they’re sold out. Every store is sold out. The only way to get tickets to the rock concert now is to drive all the way down to the stadium. Me, no, I can’t. I can’t use the car. Can’t you get them? Well, I promised Rachel I’d take her to the concert and I got to get tickets. Well, hey, maybe Howie Marshall could use his car. Okay, I’ll find out. Good-bye.

(He makes another call. Meanwhile, Peter is outside with his frog. Jan and Cindy come outside.)

Jan: is that Bobby’s frog?

Peter: No, he’s mine. I got him at Burke’s pond.

Cindy: What’s his name?

Peter: So far I’m just calling him frog.

Cindy: That’s a dumb name.

Peter: Well, it’s better than calling him dog.

Cindy: Why don’t you call him Croaker.

Peter: Croaker, yeah, Old Croaker, good idea. How do you like your new name, Old Croaker. (the frog croaks) He likes it. I gotta get some leaves for his house. Here, hold him.

Cindy: Not me.

Jan: Me either, he’s all slimy.

(They back away and leave.)

Peter: Girls! (He puts the frog down and his hat over him) that’ll hold you for a minute. (He goes to collect the leaves and it starts to hop. Alice comes out and is surprised to see Peter’s hat moving.)

Alice: Hey, Peter.

Peter: Yeah.

Alice: Did you see that?

Peter: See what?

(The frog stays in the same position.)

Alice: never mind.

(She continues to walk and notices the frog moving more. She goes over to investigate while Peter laughs. She gets frightened when she lifts the hat and sees the frog. Peter laughs.)

(Greg is outside Mike’s den waiting for him.)

Mike: hello, Greg.

Greg: Hi, Dad Did you finish your plans?

Mike: Yeah, I did, finally.

Greg: Good, can I see them?

Mike: the plans?

Greg: Sure, if you don’t mind. (Mike hands them to him and he checks them over) Terrific, probably the best plans you’ve ever done, huh.

Mike: Thank you.

Greg; By the way, Dad.

Mike: No.

Greg: Please, just this one exception. There’s no way I can get tickets without driving the car.

Mike: Greg, when I said you were grounded, I meant it.

Greg: But the tickets will all be gone in a couple of hours. Dad, I’ll drive straight there an dI’ll come straight right back home.

Mike (sternly): You can not drive the car for one week. Period.

(He goes upstairs Greg gets on the phone.)

Greg: George, hi, Greg Brady. Hey, I haven’t talked to you in a long time. Listen, uh, pal, you’re my last chance to get tickets to the rock concert Saturday night. If you’re not doing anything, how about coming over and picking me up and we’ll go down to get them (Pause) Oh, I didn’t know you were sick. No, I can’t use our car for about a week.

(Next, Bobby is trying to get his frog to eat a fly.)

Bobby: Come on, Spunker, get up, jump, go for it.

(Carol and Marcia come out.)

Carol: Honey, I’ll pick you up at the library as soon as I finish my marketing, okay.

Marcia: Take your time, Mom, I got pleanty of reading to do.

(They notice Bobby and the frog.)

Bobby: Come on, jump for it, boy.

Carol: Bobby, what are you doing?

Bobby: I’m trying to make Spunker jump for this fly.

Marcia: That’s silly.

Bobby: Oh yeah. (He flings it her way and he backs away) See, it made you jump.

(Carol picks it up.)

Carol: Oh, it’s not a real fly, Marcia. it’s just apiece of knotted thread.

Bobby: Spunker’s smarter than you are, you jumped and he didn’t.

Marcia: Brothers.

(Cut to the supermarket, where Carol sees Jenny Thompson, George’s mother.)

Jenny: Hi, Carol.

Carol: Oh, hi, Jenny

Jenny: You look like you’re gonna feed an army.

Carol: Well, with six kids I’ve got an army.

Jenny: Well, if you need a lift home, I’ll be happy to drop you off.

Carol: No thanks. I got my car.

Jenny: That’s funny.

Carol: What’s funny?

Jenny: I thought yours was still at the mechanics.

Carol: the mechanics? What on earth made you think that ?

Jenny: Well, when Greg came over to borrow George’s car, I just assumed something was wrong with yours.

Carol: Greg borrowed George’s car?

Jenny: To go out to the stadium to pick up tickets to some rock concert.

(Back at home, Carol is telling mike what was said.)

Carol: Jenny said he borrowed George’s car. Now if he didn’t, why would she say it.

Mike: Honey, I can’t believe that Greg would deliberately disobey us.

(Greg comes into the den.)

Greg: Dad, Jan said you wanted to see me.

Mike: Yeah, I do. Greg, did you get tickets to the rock concert?

Greg: Yes.

Mike: Did you drive George’s car to the stadium?

Carol: I met Mrs. Thompson at the market. She mentioned it.

Greg: Yeah, I drove George’s car.

Mike: After you were told not to drive.

Greg; You didn’t tell me not to drive.

Mike: Yes, I did.

Greg: You said not to use our car.

Carol: Greg, we told you not to drive.

Greg: Our car. You didn’t say I couldn’t drive any car.

Mike: But you new what we meant. You were grounded, right.

Greg: You said not to use our car for a week and I haven’t used it.

Carol: Oh, Greg, that’s walking a pretty fine line. Are you trying to say you didn’t understand what we meant? No driving?

Greg: I just know what you told me, and that was not to drive our car.

Mike: Okay, Greg, okay, let’s make no mistake about this. Except for school, you are not to leave this house for the next 10 days.

Greg (angry): 10 days! I’ll miss the rock concert, you can’t mean that!

Mike: Yes, I can, and I do. (Greg is about to protest) And I don’t want to hear another word about it.

(Greg walks out of the den, totally frustrated. the scene fades.)

(The next scene has Greg in bed, with Peter and Bobby sound asleep. Mike is in his room exercising, with Carol watching. He is finishing doing 50 knee bends.)

Carol: Keep it up, honey, 50 of those a day will keep you plenty healthy.

Mike (finishing): Staying healthy is gonna kill me.

(They hear a knock on the door.)

Carol: Yes.

Greg: It’s Greg.

Carol: Come in.

Greg: Mom, Dad, you always you’d listen to me if I had something to say.

Mike: That’s right.

Greg: I have something to say. I think it’s unfair for you to ground me when I didn’t disobey you.

Carol: Oh, Greg, haven’t we been through all that?

Greg: You said you’d listen to what I had to say.

Carol: Right. Go ahead.

Greg: If you had said not to drive for a week, it would’ve meant any car.

Mike: You knew that’s what we meant.

Greg: That’s not what you said. You said not to drive our car.

Mike: Are you telling us it would’ve made any difference?

Greg: It would’ve made it perfectly clear, yes.

Carol: In other words, the misunderstanding was our fault.

Greg: No, it wasn’t your fault. It’s just that I wish you would’ve used more exact words.

Carol: Is that what you’d like form now on, exact words?

Greg: Sure, then there’s no communication gap.

Mike: Are you prepared to live by the same rules?

Greg: Absolutely.

Mike: All right. Your mother and I believe that you knew precisely what we meant. But if you want to live by exact words, okay.

Greg: Then I’m not grounded for the next 10 days?

Mike: No, well, you still got four days to go for that freeway incident.

Greg: Okay, when I won’t miss the concert. (He turns around to leave) good night.

Carol: Good night. (He leaves the room) I’m not sure we should’ve let him get away with that.

Mike: I don’t think we’re letting him get away with it, because exact words are pretty hard to live by.

(The next scene has the other kids in the backyard for a pre-contest with the frogs.)

Peter: Okay, Old Croaker, this is just a warm-up for the big event. Show him you’re the best frog.

Cindy: Come on, Old Croaker, you can do it.

Bobby: Remember, Spunker, you’re a thoroughbred, you can take him easy.

Peter: Are you ready, Bobby?

Bobby: Yeah, I’m ready.

(They set the frogs down on a tarp.)

Peter: The first one to jump off the tarp’s the winner.

Bobby: Okay, on your mark, get set, go.

(Peter and Cindy are cheering for Old Croaker while Bobby has Marcia and Jan routing for Spunker. Old Croaker easily wins, as Spunker doesn’t move.)

Peter: Ay.

Cindy: At a boy, Old Croaker.

Peter: Come on, let’s give him a treat.

(bobby goes to pick up Spunker.)

Bobby: Spunker, Spunker, what’s the matter? You okay, Spunker? Spunker? he looks sick.

Jan: Maybe he ate a bad fly or something.

Bobby: What if he doesn’t feel like jumping tomorrow? Here, one of you hold him.

(He tries handing it to Marcia but she screams.)

Bobby: Spunker? 9to Jan) You hold him.

Jan: Where are you going?

Bobby: Down to Burke’s pond. I’m gonna get a plain old frog, a mutt.

Marcia: I think we just became frog-sitters

(She laughs and Jan puts it in her face. Marcia screams again.)

(That evening, Greg comes into Mike’s den.)

Greg: Hi, Dad.

Mike: Oh, hi, Greg. I didn’t hear you come in. How long have you been home?

Greg: About fifteen minutes. I said I’d be home and ready for bed by 11. My exact words.

Mike: Your exact words.

Greg: Right. Well, good night.

Mike: Good night. Oh, Greg.

Greg (stopping): Yes.

Mike: Did you get around to washing your Mom’s car today?

Greg: Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot. I’ll do it tomorrow.

Mike: You said you’d do it today.

Greg: Yeah, I did, but…

Mike: Were those your exact words?

Greg: My exact words.

(We next see Greg outside washing the car. He accidentally squirts the hos eon himself before hosing down the car. He goes upstairs and knocks on his parents’ door.)

Carol: Come in.

Greg: Mom, where’s Dad?

Carol: Taking his shower.

Greg; I had one too. Tell him I finished washing the car. I lived up to my exact words.

Carol: I certainly will.

Greg: Good night.

Carol: Oh, just a minute, Marcia told me you were changing chores with her this week.

Greg: Yeah, I was late to ball practice the other day. She took out the trash. I said I’d do her next chore.

Carol: Good, hers was tonight.

Greg: Tonight?

Carol: Tonight. (She looks at her watch) And tonight has exactly 15 minutes left.

(Greg is downstairs washing dishes and again squirts himself. Cut to outside where Peter is with his frog and Bobby has a bunch of frogs he got from Burke’s pond.)

Bobby: I can’t remember which one’s Herman. Now, you’re Flash. No, you’re Flash.

Peter: I thought you were gonna get one frog, not drain the pond dry.

Bobby: I gotta find Herman, he’s my best jumper. They all look alike.

Peter; Not to another frog they don’t.

Bobby: Very funny.

Peter: Hey look, why don’t you put them all on a line and the one who jumps the farthest has got to be Herman.

Bobby: Hey yeah, that’s a great idea. You’re a lot smarter than you look. (A frog tries to get away) Hey, come back here. Come on, help me, come on, Peter. Put them all down (One of the frogs jumps far) That must be Herman.

(Next, Greg is on the phone with Rachel.)

Greg: Yeah, it’s gonna be a great concert, Rachel. yeah, I’ll pick you up at seven. Right, good-bye.

(He hangs up and Bobby and Peter come out.)

Bobby: Greg, can we leave at 7 tonight?

Greg: Can we leave at 7?

Peter: Yeah, that’ll give us plenty of time. The contest starts at 8.

Greg: The contest?

Bobby: Yeah, the big frog jumping contest. You said you’d take us.

Greg: Sorry, you guys, no way.

Peter: What do you mean, no way?

Greg: No way. I got a date tonight with Rachel for the contest.

Bobby: But you promised.

Greg: But that was before the concert came up. You guys better make some other plans.

(Next, Mike and Carol are chastising Greg.)

Mike: Did you say you’d take them, Greg?

Greg; Well, yes. But that was before I knew about the concert.

Carol: Did you put any conditions on your promise, like, unless something else comes up?

Bobby: No, he didn’t.

(Greg looks at him annoyed.)

Greg: No, I didn’t. But that’s what I meant.

Mike: We’re not talking about what you meant. We’re talking about your exact words. Remember?

Greg: Couldn’t you take Peter and Bobby tonight?

Carol: We have a dinner date.

Mike: We might be able to change it but we’re not going to.

(Peter and Bobby smirk at Greg.)

Greg: Why not?

Carol: Because you wanted to live by exact words.

Greg (annoyed): Well, that’s great. What am I gonna tell Rachel?

Peter: tell her there’s a big frog jumping contest.

(Greg gives him a menacing look. Later, he is on the phone with Rachel.)

Greg: Rachel, I hate to tell you this, but I can’t take you to the concert tonight.

Rachel: Oh no, why not?

Greg: Well, it’s kind of a long story, but I have to take my brothers to a frog jumping contest.

Rachel: A frog jumping contest?

Greg: There’s no way out, honest. I can’t blame you for being angry.

Rachel: things can come up, and I understand that.

Greg: You mean you’re not sore at me? After all, I did promise to take you to the contest.

Rachel: I know, and I’m sorry about that. Maybe we can go to a movie after that frog jumping contest.

Greg: Rachel, you are the grooviest, greatest most understanding person in the whole world.

Rachel: Does that mean yes or no to a movie?

Greg (laughing): I’ll pick you up at 9:30. Good-bye.

Rachel; Bye.

(We next see Greg bringing Peter and Bobby home from the contest.)

Greg: Listen, you guys, I still have to pick up Rachel and get to that movie.

Peter: Okay.

Bobby: Thanks for taking us, Greg.

Peter: Even though mine came in 35th.

Bobby: Mine came in 49th. My frog sure bombed out.

Peter: Yeah. (He suddenly realizes) The frogs! We left them in the car.

(They chase and try to scream for Greg, but they’re too late) Bet you nobody else ever went to a drive-in movie with a bunch of frogs.

(later on, Greg and Rachel are at the movies. Greg comes back from the concession with a pizza, popcorn and some drinks.)

Greg: Sorry I took so long, there’s really a line at the snack bar.

Rachel: The pizza smells fantastic.

Greg: Yeah. (He hands her the pizza and popcorn, then he gets in the car. Meanwhile, the box the frogs are in starts to open.) I still feel bad about the concert. Maybe some other time.

Rachel: Sure, but I was really looking forward to being with you. More than anything else.

Greg: Same with me. Last time we came to a drive-in I had to bring my kid brother. remember?

Rachel: How can I forget?

Greg: What a pest. (One of the frogs gets out and another one is getting ready to) This time we’re alone, all alone.

(He moves closer and starts to put his arm around her. Suddenly, a frog jumps on Rachel’s head. It croaks and Rachel gets upset.)

Greg: Oh, no, my brother’s frogs. Oh, Rachel, I’m sorry. Here. (He removes it but another frog jumps in the popcorn.) let’s get him out of here, he’s crawling down behind the skin, can you get it? (Another frog jumps right on top of the pizza) Oh, that does it. I don’t think we’ll be eating this tonight. (He removes the frog) and he wa sin 34th place, too.

(They laugh. Next, Carol laughs in her room about it after Greg tells the parents about his night.)

Carol: You may have invented a whole new dish. Pepperoni frog pizza.

Greg: The eating would’ve been a complete wipeout if Rachel hadn’t been such a good sport.

Mike: Yeah, none of it would’ve happened except for your exact words.

Greg: Say, suppose we can forget about that.

Mike: That’s a deal.

(They shake hands.)

Greg: Good night, Dad.

Carol: Good night, honey.

Mike: Good night. (Greg leaves) Let’s get some sleep, honey, I got to get up early. (They turn the lights out and Carol pretends to fall asleep) Hey, don’t I get a good night kiss?

Carol: You didn’t say anything about a good night kiss. No, you just said you needed to get some sleep, those were your exact words.

Mike: Oh, yeah, but that’s not what I meant.

Carol: Oh, well, go ahead.

(She puckers up)

Mike: On the other hand, those were my exact words.

(He lays down to go to sleep.)

Carol: Oh, Mike, come on, come on, give me a kiss.

Mike: I’ll give you a kiss.

(He rises and they kiss. the scene fades.)

NOTE: This was the only episode besides The Honeymoon that didn’t include a tag.

S4 E14 Law And Disorder

Law and Disorder

Written by Elroy Schwartz

Bobby becomes a hall monitor at school and lets it go to his head. I hope you enjoy the script.











STEVE, a kid in Bobby’s class

A girl Bobby talks to

A boy Bobby talks to

JILL, a girl in Bobby’s class

(The episode begins at Bobby’s school. It is the end of the school day and he goes over to some classmates.)

Bobby: Hey, Steve. (Steve and the other guys walk away) Listen you guys, I…

(He sees a couple of other classmates.)

Bobby: Hi. (They walk away from him as well) Come on, you guys, it isn’t my fault.

(He sees a couple of girls in his class walking down the stairs.)

Bobby: Hi, I’ll walk home with you.

(They also shun him. Cindy comes down the stairs.)

Cindy: Bobby.

Bobby: Hi, Cindy.

(She notices how glum he is.)

Cindy: What’s wrong?

Bobby: What’s wrong, everything’s wrong.

Cindy; what do you mean?

Bobby: My whole class hates me.

(He walks home and Cindy follows. The scene fades.)

(The next scene has Greg pumping gas into a bike. Mike comes home.)

NOTE: Barry Williams (Greg) was high on marijuana as he was unexpectedly called in to shoot this scene.

(Greg notices a boat Mike has on top of the car. He waves to Mike and Carol comes out, noticing the boat as well.)

Greg: Hi, Dad.

Mike: Hi.

Greg: Uh, you didn’t say anything about getting a boat.

Mike: Well, I didn’t know I was going to.

Carol: Hey, honey, where did you get that?

Mike: I delivered my plans of the Marina edition to Joe Houston. Well, he was about to commit this thing to the junkyard. I thought, you know, with a little work, we can fix it up.

Greg: Far out.

Carol: It doesn’t look very sea worthy.

Mike: Ah.

Carol: As a matter of fact, it doesn’t look very bathtub worthy.

(Cindy comes home and notices the boat.)

Cindy: Wow, a boat. (She comes running up) Is it ours?

Carol: I’m afraid so, sweetie.

Cindy; When do we go sailing?

Mike: As soon as we’re sure we’re not gonna go sinking.

(Bobby comes home.)

Greg: Hey, look what we got, Bobby.

(Bobby walks by with no enthusiasm.)

Mike: Where are you going?

Bobby: Up to my room.

Mike: Gee, that’s not like Bobby.

Mike: I thought he’d be more excited than anyone.

Cindy: I think Bobby has a problem.

Carol: A problem? Did something happen at school today.

Cindy: It must have.

Mike: Why?

Cindy: Bobby said his whole class hates him.

(Cut to upstairs, where Bobby looks himself in the mirror.)

Bobby: I hate you too.

(He sticks his tongue out at his reflection. He sits down and begins to sulk. Mike and Carol come in.)

Carol: Mind if we come in?

(They enter the room and sit down.)

Carol: My goodness, Bobby, you look like the world has come to an end.

Bobby: That would be good.

Mike: Bad as all that?

(Bobby nods. Carol taps him.)

Carol: Want to talk about it?

Bobby: There’s nothing you can do. There’s nothing anybody can do.

Mike: Well, let’s see. Come on, you tell us about it.

(He takes an armband out of his book, with SM written on it.)

Carol: So.

Bobby: Don’t you know what it is?

Carol: Sure, it’s an armband. School safety monitor.

Bobby: Safety monitor? SM should stand for snitch monitor.

Mike: Well, what’s that supposed to mean?

Bobby: It means I have to fink on all my friends.

Carol: That’s not finking, Bobby. If the kids at school break a rule, it’s the safety monitor’s job to report them.

Bobby: Some job. When the teacher asked for a volunteer, not one kid in the class raised his hand. Not one kid. So she made me the safety, the class cop.

Mike: Did you ever stop to think that she might have picked you out because she thought you were responsible enough to do a good job?

Bobby: What do you mean?

Mike: Well, take police for instance. You know, it isn’t part of their job to like arresting people. They share a responsibility to enforce the rules.

Carol: And rules are very important, Bobby. They’re made to protect people.

Bobby: I never thought of it that way.

Carol: And you’ll be a great safety monitor, Bobby, if you try.

Bobby: You think so.

Mike: Why, we bet on it.

(Cut to that evening, when Carol comes in the boys’ room to make sure they are asleep. She notices Bobby in bed with a flashlight, while under the covers.)

Carol: What are you doing?

Bobby: Studying the rules. If I’m gonna be a safety monitor, I’m gonna be the best one the school ever had.

Carol: Well, it’s past your bedtime, so just a few more minutes, okay?

Bobby: Okay. (Carol gets up to leave) Oh, wow!

Carol: What’s the matter?

Bobby: I didn’t know chewing gum was against the rules. I’ve been illegal all term.

(Carol puts the covers over his head and a playful push to his head. Next, Bobby is at school monitoring the hallway when he sees a kid chewing gum.)

Bobby: Hey.

Steve: Yeah.

Bobby: You’re chewing gum.

Steve: So.

(Bobby shows him his armband.)

Bobby: Regulations 16 A say you’re not allowed to chew gum in classrooms or hallways. This is my post, no gum.

Steve: Who’s chewing gum?

(He swallows it.)

Bobby: Hey wait, you’re trying to swallow the evidence.

Steve: I just did, yeah.

Bobby: Won’t do any good.

(Steve starts to cackle.)

Bobby: I’m not a chicken. I’m just doing my job. How do you spell your name? Last name first.

(Next, we see two girls talking. One throws a piece of paper away but misses.)

Girl (to her friend): Well, she’s, you know, every time we go someplace, she always gets carsick and I have to give her this…

(Bobby approaches her.)

Bobby: What’s your name?

Girl: Why?

(He shows her his armband and points to the paper she tried to throw away.)

Bobby: You just littered.

Girl: I tried to get it in the waste can.

Bobby: That’s what they all say. Name please, last name first.

(Next, Bobby sees a few guys horsing around in the hallway.)

Bobby: Okay, everybody hold it. Right there, hold it. (They stop) There is to be no disorderly conduct in the halls. Especially at my post.

Boy: We were only trying to help him carry his books.

Bobby: That’s your story.

Boy: I know, last name first.

(Cut to the backyard, where Greg, Peter, Marcia and Jan are sandpapering the boat an depressing their joy of owning a boat.)

Peter: Boy, this is what I always wanted. A boat.

Greg: Me too. Give me a boat and a moonlit night and I’m all set.

Peter: Haven’t you forgot something?

Greg: What?

Peter: The girl.

Greg: Oh, she’s there, little brother. She’s there.

( mike comes to join them.)

Mike: Ahoy there. (The kids say hi) Okay kids, if we’re gonna go sailing, we’ll have to learn a little something about it.

Peter: With a boat his size, there really isn’t much to learn, is there?

Mike: Oh yeah, if you want to do it safely, there’s a lot more than you think. For instance, which side is port and which side is starboard.

Greg: The left side is port.

Mike: Right, yeah.

Jan: I know which side is starboard. (Mike looks at her) The right one.

Mike: yeah, right.

Jan: well, I couldn’t miss.

(They all laugh.)

Mike: Okay, when two boats meet, who has the right of way.

Peter: The biggest boat.

Mike: Oh no no, the boat on the right, just the same as the rules of the road.

Jan: Yeah, but what if they’re coming straight at each other?

Mike: Then we’re back to the biggest boat.

(Cindy comes to join them.)

Cindy: What are we doing?

Mike: Hi, Cindy, well, we’re learning a little about sailing.

Cindy: can I learn too?

Mike: Why, sure. Where’s Bobby?

Cindy: He’s still busy at school.

Greg: What’s he doing?

Cindy: He stopped seven kids from running down the stairs, and he was still trying to get their names when I left.

Mike: He’s really serious about being a long arm of the law.

(The next day at school, Bobby gets a drink from the water fountain. he catches Cindy and two of her friends running down the hall and chases them.)

Bobby: Hey wait, stop!

Cindy: It’s okay, he’s my brother. Come on.

Bobby: Cindy!

(He starts writing her name.)

Cindy: What are you doing?

Bobby: What does it look like I’m doing? (to the other girls) I know her name, what’s yours? last name first.

Cindy: Bobby, you can’t turn me in, I’m your own sister.

Bobby: Watch it, I can also cite you for arguing with a safety monitor.

(Back at home, Alice is slicing fruit while Bobby is enjoying a snack at the table. She gives him a napkin.)

Alice: neatness counts.

Bobby: Thanks, Alice.

(Cindy comes home in an angry mood. She gets a piece of cheese from the refrigerator and gives it to Bobby.)

Cindy: Here!

Bobby: What’s the cheese for?

Cindy: For you, all rats eat cheese!

(Alice goes to sit down with Bobby.)

Alice: What was that all about?

Bobby: Oh, she’s just sore because I was doing my duty. I had to turn her name in because she was running in the hall.

Alice: Oh, is that why she had to stay after school because you reported her?

Bobby: Yeah, she was running in the hall. When you break a rule, you have to get punished.

Alice: Well, I’ll keep it down to a slow walk in the kitchen.

(Later, Cindy complains to Carol.)

Cindy: He wrote down the names, even mine.

Carol: But that’s his job, sweetheart.

Cindy: Yes, but I’m his very own sister.

Carol: Well, that doesn’t give you any special privileges. Same rules apply to you that apply to everybody else.

Cindy: I don’t see why they should.

Carol: I’ll try to explain it to you this way, let’s say Bobby was a police officer, and I drove through a red light, accidentally, of course. Well, I would expect him to give me a ticket.

Cindy: Your own son?

Carol: Absolutely.

Cindy: Boy, if I ever had a son who was a policeman, and he gave me a ticket, I’d give him a spanking.

(Bobby comes in and she walks away.)

Bobby (to Carol): I guess she was complaining about me.

Carol: You guessed right.

Bobby: And I guess you too her side.

Carol: You guessed wrong.

Bobby (surprised): You didn’t?

Carol: No, well Cindy didn’t like it but you were just doing your duty, honey.

Bobby: I’m glad you understand, Mom.

Carol: Oh, I do, I do. look, being in a position of authority isn’t easy.

Bobby: Right. Thanks, Mom. It’s kind of tough being a lawman. it’s a big responsibility.

Carol: oh, I know, officer. (She salutes him and he leaves. to herself) I wonder if he really would give me a ticket.

(The scene fades.)

(The next scene has Jan in her room reading. There is a knock on the door.)

Jan: Come in.

(Bobby comes in to see her.)

Bobby: Jan, I got to talk to you about something.

Jan: Can’t it wait? I’m awful busy.

Bobby: I just saw Alice setting the table.

Jan: So.

Bobby: It’s your turn to set the table tonight.

Jan: What business is that of yours?

Bobby: Mom and Dad told us not to go pushing our chores on Alice.

Jan: Now, look Bobby, I….

Bobby: You’re breaking a rule. People can’t just go around breaking rules.

Jan: Bobby, you’re a safety at school, not at home.

Bobby: A rule is a rule, at school or at home. You’re gonna be on my report.

Jan: What report?

Bobby: I’m turning in a report to Mom and Dad at the end of the week.

Jan; Well, I got a very good reason for not setting the table.

Bobby: And I got a very good reason for reporting you. You broke a rule. See you later.

(He leaves and Jan sticks her tongue out at him.)

(later that night, Bobby and Peter are sleeping in their room and Greg comes in. Bobby wakes up and turns his flashlight on him, then on the clock.)

Bobby: You were supposed to be in by 11:30.

Greg: Sorry I woke you, Bobby.

Bobby: You’re 25 minutes late.

Greg: Go back to sleep.

Bobby: I have to tell Mom and Dad.

Greg: Huh?

Bobby: You’re gonna be on my report at the end of the week.

Greg: What report?

Bobby: You broke a rule. You came in late.

Greg (taking hos coat off): Listen, I have a very good reason for being late.

Bobby: That’s what they all say.

(He goes back to sleep.)

Greg (to himself): How could they cram 10 feet of nerve into a 4 footed kid?

(The next scene has Greg and Marcia painting the boat. They are replacing the psychedelic style she and Jan made into one solid color.)

Marcia: You know, I thought I’d love the way Jana nd I painted the boat.

Greg: Boats are supposed to be one color, you wanna scare the fish to death?

Marcia: okay, so we goofed.

Greg: Listen, you’re lucky you’re not on Bobby’s report.

Marcia: yeah, do you believe that report?

Greg: I have to, I’m on it.

Marcia: So Am I. (she hisses) Little stinker.

Greg: What are you on it for?

Marcia: Well, I’m not supposed to borrow any of Mom’s things unless I ask, and Bobby saw me borrowing a bracelet. You know, I think being a school safety’s gone right to his fat little head.

Greg: I’d like to give him a good kick right in his fat little, other end.

(Marcia laughs. Alice is in the kitchen figuring out how to cook something when Bobby comes in.)

Bobby: Alice, I just went by the trash can. You got some spray bottles and cans in with the other things.

Alice: So.

Bobby: They’re supposed to be kept separate. Sorry, but I’m gonna hafta put you on my report.

(He walks away.)

Alice: Report/

(She puts her hand on the blender, which has orange juice perking and it fizzles and spills.)

(The next day, Mike, Carol, Peter, Jan and Cindy are around the boat, where Mike puts S.S. Brady on it. They all applaud.)

Jan: S.S. Brady, boy,. does that look neat.

Mike: Mmm hmm.

Cindy: Who’s gonna be the captain.

Carol: Your father, of course.

Cindy (disappointed): What am I gonna be?

Peter: Probably seasick.

Jan: Hey, when can we go sailing, Dad?

Mike: Well, if we get the sail back that I ordered today, we ought to be able to put it in the water over the weekend.

(The kids get excited as Bobby comes out wearing a suit and tie.)

Bobby: Hey, that’s really great, Dad.

Carol: where are you going all dressed up?

Bobby: All us safeties have to go to school and get our picture taken.

(The other kids look on angrily.)

Carol: Well, just be careful and don’t get your good clothes dirty, all right.

Bobby: Don’t worry, I won’t. See you later.

Carol: Okay, honey, bye.

Jan: Dad, does he have to come with us when we launch the boat?

Carol: Now, that’s a silly question, of course he does.

Jan: Well, if he’s gonna go, I don’t really think I want to.

Peter: That goes double for me.

Cindy: Make that triple.

(They all start walking away.)

Mike: Hey, wait a minute, come back here. What is this? We haven’t launched the boat yet, we got a few days.

Carol: What’s going on here?

(They all protest at the same time about Bobby and his report. Cut to Bobby’s school where he and the other monitors leave after the picture and they all say in unison they’ll sea each other later. Bobby is walking home when Jill, a girl in his class, approaches him.)

Jill: Oh, Bobby, Bobby, oh, I’m glad to see you.

Bobby: Hi, Jill.

Jill: You got to help me, my cat’s stuck.

Bobby: Your cat?

Jill: Around the corner, she’s stuck in that old house they’re gonna tear down. I can’t get in, it’s all boarded up.

Bobby: Well, we can’t go in that old house. There’s a sign right out in the front that says no trespassing.

Jill (hysterical): Please, you got to get Pandora out for me!

Bobby: Gee, Jill, I’d like to help, but, it says keep out. A rule is a rule.

Jill (crying): What if Pandora’s hurt? you gotta help me! Please, you got to get Pandora out for me!

Bobby: Well, I know I’m not supposed to do this.

(She grabs Bobby’s arm and they go to the condemned building. Bobby pries a window open and leaps in and looks for Pandora.)

Bobby: Here, Pandora, come here, Pandora. (He hears the cat meowing from the chimney) Pandora, are you up there?

(The cat jumps down from the chimney. It spills plenty of dust on Bobby and his clothes, then jumps out the window.)

Jill: Thanks, Bobby.

(Bobby waves good-bye to her and she and the cat happily go home. Bobby notices his soiled clothes.)

Bobby: Mom and dad are gonna kill me.

9Bobby comes home and sheepishly calls to the parents.)

Bobby: Mom, Dad. (He notices a message on the board form Carol. it states that they’ll be home later and reminding him to do homework.)

Bobby: Wow, what lick, I still got a whole hour.

(Bobby puts his dirty clothes in the washer, while in his underwear. He then takes a whole box of detergent and pours it in with them. Then he goes upstairs and puts some clothes on. Meanwhile, the suds from the detergent are rising. Bobby is doing homework in his room while the suds are coming out from the washing machine to the floor. He checks the time and goes downstairs to check on the wash. he notices the suds have come from inside right outside the door.,)

Bobby: What! (He goes inside and finds the laundry room flooded with suds) Oh, no!

(Carol and Alice get out of the car from buying clothes.)

Alice: We went for a car sale.

Carol: here, let me help, Alice.

(She takes some stuff from Alice to carry inside.)

Carol: If there’s one thing I hate, it’s a last day, half-price, bargain sale.

Alice: Oh, me too. All that pushing, shoving and grabbing. I hope I didn’t hurt anybody.

(They come inside and notice Bobby forgot to shut the door.)

Carol: I have told those kids not to leave the door open.

(They come in the kitchen and Alice notices the suds.)

Alice (shocked): What on earth!

Carol: Oh, my goodness. Where are all those suds coming from?

Alice: Well, the washing machine must be on.

Carol: Well, Alice, did you leave it on automatic?

Alice: I wasn’t even using it today.

Carol: My goodness! (They come into the laundry room and notice the flood) Alice, the washing machine’s gone crazy!

Bobby: Mom! Mom!

Alice: Mrs. Brady, the suds are calling you.

Carol: Bobby?

Bobby: Yeah, it’s me!

Alice: Here he is.

Carol: What in the world happened, are you all right?

Bobby: I think so.

Carol: What were you doing?

Bobby: Washing my clothes.

Alice: You’re supposed to take your clothes off before you wash them!

(They both hug Bobby and hold him for dear life.)

Bobby: I’m sorry.

Carol and Alice: You should be.

(Next, Bobby is explaining his predicament to Mike and Carol.)

Bobby: I thought there wasn’t anybody home, I figured I could wash my good clothes and you’d never find out.

Mike: Well, what do you think? This calls for punishment, doesn’t it?

Bobby: I broke a rule, I have to get punished.

Carol: Well, not necessarily, Bobby.

Bobby: What do you mean?

Carol: Well, you did break a rule, but you saved the little girl’s cat, and that’s a good reason for breaking the rule.

Mike: Bob, we always have to have rules and laws, but we also have to use them with reason and justice.

Bobby: You mean, you’re not gonna punish me.

Mike: Not for this.

Bobby (excited): oh, wow, thanks.

(He starts to run but they stop him.)

Mike: Wait a minute, wait a minute, we’re not through yet, you know.

Bobby: What else is there?

Mike: i want to talk to you about that report you’re making up.

Bobby: What about it?

Carol: Listen, Bobby, other people have reasons for breaking rules too, you know.

Mike: Do you know why Greg was late getting home that night?

Bobby: No.

Mike: Because his date forgot her house key and her parents weren’t home. He didn’t want her waiting around the house, alone, at night.

Bobby: Gee, I guess that is a good reason for breaking the rule. But Greg never told me that.

Mike: Well, Greg says he tried to tell you that but he wouldn’t listen.

Carol: And, do you know the reason why Jan didn’t set the table that night?

Bobby: No.

Carol: She had to read a book for a test the next morning.

Mike: And, one more thing, being an authority at school doesn’t give you the same authority at home. You understand?

Bobby: Yes, sir.

Carol: From what we heard, you have become the most unwelcome young man at Clinton Avenue Elementary School.

Mike: Let alone at home.

Bobby: Well, I guess I was a little stinker, huh?

Carol: Well, i guess the name stinker fits pretty well.

Bobby: I guess I should apologize to them.

Mike: I think that would be a very good idea. Well, I hope you learned something from all this.

Bobby: Boy, I sure have. First, even if you have authority, you should listen to people. Second, you gotta use good justice and reason, like you said.

Mike: Good, anything else?

Bobby: Oh yeah, the most important thing of all.

Carol: What’s that?

Bobby: Never use a whole box of soap in the washing machine.

Carol (laughing): You can say that again.

(She messes his hair, then hugs him and the scene fades.)

(The final scene has the family about the launch the boat.)

Mike: Okay, everybody, we got to loosen the mast and tie it to the boat to the top of the car and we’re gonna put it in the water.

(Carol notices Bobby is missing.)

Carol: Hey, where’s Bobby.

Mike: I thought he was here.

(Bobby comes out wearing his pants from his suit, which were shrunk.)

Greg: where did you get those?

Jan: that’s tighter than your skin.

Bobby: Mom told me to wear something that it wouldn’t matter if they got dirty or wet.

Alice: Aren’t those his good pants?

Carol: Those were his good pants. Listen, Bobby, next time you wash something, will you check the label where it says dry clean only?

Mike: Okay, come on, everybody, we gotta take the mast on first. Everybody get in their positions. Brighten and loose the line there. Ready. 1,2,3.

(Bobby rips his pants while raising the mass.)

Bobby: Uh oh. (Mike starts to laugh) Excuse me. (He starts walking towards the house) I’ll be back in just a minute.

(Carol laughs.)

Cindy: What’s the matter with Bobby?

Mike: I think he’s got a split of midships.

Carol: And I’ll bet he has a draft aft.


S4 E13 Love And The Older Man

Love And The Older Man

Written by Sam Locke and Milton Pascal

Marcia has a crush on the family’s new dentist. Hope you enjoy the script.












MINISTER in Marcia’s dream

(The episode begins with Marcia riding home on her bicycle. She appears to be in a happy mood. She joyfully walks into the house. Alice and Carol are preparing dinner.)

Alice: Oh boy, that meatloaf does smell good.

Carol: Yeah, it’ll be just perfect for Marcia after her visit with the dentist.

Alice: Last time I went to the dentist, the only time I could chew was ice cream.

(Marcia comes in the house dazed. She goes into the refrigerator and grabs a glass.)

Carol: Marcia, are you all right?

Marcia (happy): Mmm hmmm.

Carol: Are you in pain?

Marcia: Pain?

(She pours milk into her glass.)

Carol: You did go to the dentist today, didn’t you?

Marcia (happy): Mmm hmm.

Alice: I don’t know what he gave her, but I’d like some.

Carol: Well, honey, what did Dr. Gordon say about your teeth?

Marcia: Dr. Gordon? Oh, he’s on vacation in Europe. I saw Dr. Vogel. (She goes in a trance) Dr. Stanley Vogel. Oh, you should see him. He is far out.

Carol (to Alice): Dr. Vogel must be Dr. Gordon’s new associate.

Marcia: Mmm hmm. He has dark, gorgeous hair, dreamy eyes, groovy bell-bottom pants, neat shoes and he plays the best rock and roll music in his office.

Alice: What does he use on your teeth, a guitar pick?

Carol: Well, what did Dr. Vogel say about your teeth?

Marcia: My teeth? Oh, he liked them.

Carol: Oh, that’s nice.

Marcia: Oh, and the best part’s Thursday!

Alice: What’s Thursday?

Marcia: I get to go back for my filling!

(Carol and Alice feign excitement.)

Carol: Boy, that Dr. Vogel sounds like the best thing that happened to dentistry since Novocain.

(They laugh and look up with wide eyes. The scene fades.)

(The next scene has Marcia looking at her teeth in a hand mirror. Cindy looks on.)

Cindy: What are you staring at?

Marcia: My teeth.

Cindy: You’ve seen them before lots of times.

Marcia: I know, but they’re different now.

(Meanwhile, jan is reading a magazine.)

Jan: Hey, listen to this. (Marcia and Cindy come closer) Are you an old maid at 19?

Marcia: You and those teen time romance magazines.

Jan: Marcia, if I didn’t read this magazine, I wouldn’t understand life’s problems.

Cindy: I wish I was old enough to have problems.

Jan (reading): Listen, one way to achieve a successful marriage is for a girl to marry a man…

Cindy: Big deal, even I know that.

Jan: It’s continued, dum-dum (she turns the page) is to marry a man who is 10-12 years older than she is.

Marcia: Hey, that’s interesting. What else does it say?

Jan: Well, it says that an older man would be more stable, tender and understanding.

Marcia: Yeah, that makes sense.

Cindy (to Jan): maybe that’s why I like Joey Vinton. He’s an older man. (She turns to Marcia) He’s 12.

Marcia: Cindy, we’re not talking about children. We’re talking about men.

Jan: They leave out the most important thing. Where do you find older men?

Marcia: Well, I guess if you’re lucky enough, you can find one anywhere. (She gets up) Maybe even in a dentist’s office.

Cindy: You mean that new dentist, Dr. Vogel?

Jan: How old is he?

Marcia: I don’t know, 27 or 28.

Cindy: Gee, that’s old.

Jan: Hey, according to this article, he’d be perfect for you.

Marcia (suddenly annoyed): There’s only one problem. To him, I’m just a mouthful to teeth.

(The next scene has Mike coming home from work.)

Marcia (to Carol): Hi, honey.

Carol: Hi, dear.

(They hug.)

Mike: Say, something smells good.

Carol: Yeah, it’s my new perfume.

Mike: That’s funny because it smells like meat loaf.

Carol: Oh yes, its lips is in the living room but its heart is in the kitchen.

(She hugs him again.)

Mike: Ah, yeah, is anything new?

Carol: yeah, you got a call from Ms. Miller.

Mike: Ms. Miller?

Carol: Yes, she has a very throaty, sexy voice.

Mike: oh yeah, what did she say?

Carol: She said (she imitates the voice) Tell Mr. Brady he has an appointment, tomorrow (Mike laughs) with the dentist.

(She then makes a funny face at him.)

Mike: Oops, I forgot about that. (He scratches the side of his face) Gee, my teeth are starting to hurt already.

Carol: According to Marcia, you haven’t got a thing to worry about. The dentist is a dreamboat.

Mike: Oh yeah, since when is Dr. Gordon a dreamboat?

Carol: Oh no, it’s his assistant, Dr. Vogel. Marcia says (she imitates Marcia’s voice) when he looks at you with his big blue eyes, he’s painless.

Mike: Well, I hope his bill is painless.

(He takes her by the hand and they go to the kitchen. Cut to Dr. Vogel’s office, where Mike is in the dentist’s chair with Dr. Vogel, taking care of his teeth.)

Dr. Vogel: Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it?

Mike: Well, I wouldn’t say I exactly enjoyed it. I had a rougher time in the barber’s chair.

(He takes a sip of water and spits it out.)

Dr. Vogel: Well, I must be doing something right.

Mike: Well, my daughter thinks you’re quite the best.

Dr. Vogel: Well, thanks, she’s a sharp, nice young lady.

Mike: Yeah, she’s awarded you, you know, the generation, supreme compliment. You are groovy.

Dr. Vogel: Ah, I told you she was sharp. By the way, does she ever do any babysitting?

Mike: Yeah, sometimes, on the weekends.

Dr. Vogel: Good, my wife and I have a 3 year old and we need a sitter this Friday.

Mike: I’m sure she’d be happy to, if she’s available. Of course, you have to supply the essentials.

Dr. Vogel: The essentials?

Mike: A television set, a refrigerator and at least one telephone.

(They both laugh.)

Dr. Vogel: Okay.

(Back at home, Peter and Bobby are working on a go-cart. Greg comes over.)

Greg: Hey, it’s gonna be a neat looking go cart.

Peter: If we ever get it finished.

Greg: Where did you get the engine?

Peter: From Mr. Morton’s lawnmower.

Bobby: Isn’t it neat?

Greg: It’s terrific. So you guys could go for the ride and mow the streets at the same time.

Peter: Very funny.

Greg: I was only kidding. Can I give you a hand?

Peter: Sure.

Bobby: Thanks. We’ll give you a ride sometime.

Greg: Thanks, Bobby.

(Marcia comes by.)

Greg: Hey, Marcia. (She stops) I got a message for you from Eddie Bryan.

Marcia: What about?

Greg; He’s going bowling Friday night. He wants to take you.

Marcia (unenthusiastic): Well, I guess it’s okay.

Greg: What do you mean you guess it’s okay? Eddie Bryan.

Marcia: Well, if you ask me, he’s kind of immature.

Greg: what do you mean “immature”.

Marcia: Just what I said, he’s just a boy.

Greg: Marcia, what are you talking about? He’s the same age I am.

Marcia: That’s what I mean, immature.

(She walks off.)

Greg: Let’s get this thing finished so I could run her over.

(Alice is in the family room, vacuuming the sofa. Carol walks in.)

Carol: Alice, what are you doing?

Alice: I’m listening for clinks.

Carol: Clinks?

Alice: Yeah, sometimes I suck out some loose change that makes clinks.

Carol (laughing): Would you try to clink up a new sofa?

(Mike comes in.)

Mike (to Carol): Hi, honey.

Carol: Hi, sweetheart.

Mike: Hi, Alice.

(He and Carol kiss.)

Carol: Quick, tell me about your dentist appointment.

Mike: Oh, shade your eyes.

(He smiles and shows his teeth.)

Alice (humorously): Oh, I can’t stand to glare.

Carol (dramatically): Oh, it’s Dr. Vogel.

Mike: You know, Marcia is right. He is charming and groovy.

Carol: Gee, I’m not supposed to see him for another month but maybe I can get my appointment pushed up.

Alice: What I need is having good, quick cavities.

Mike: Sorry, Alice, he’s married and has a family.

(Alice snaps her fingers in frustration.)

Mike: By the way, you know, Dr. Vogel asked if Marcia could babysit Friday night.

Carol: Yeah, I don’t see why not. Why don’t you ask her. She’s in her room studying.

Mike: okay.

(She goes upstairs to the girls’ room, where they are all doing homework.)

Mike: Hi, kids. (to Marcia) Hi, honey.

Marcia: Hi.

Mike: Say, Marcia, are you busy Friday night?

Marcia: I have a date, Dad, why?

Mike: Oh, nothing, if you’re busy, it’s not important.

(He leaves an dMarcia gets up to follow.)

Marcia: Hey, Dad, what’s not important?

Mike: Oh, well, Dr. Vogel wanted to know if you were free Friday night, but if you’re busy, forget it.

(He leaves the room and Marcia gets excited.)

Marcia (shouting): Did you hear that? He wants to know if I’m busy Friday night!

Jan: He honestly noticed you!

Marcia: I can’t believe it!

Cindy: And he’s an older man!

Jan: According to Teen Time Romance, you’re the perfect couple.

Marcia: I wonder why he asked Dad and not me.

Jan: Well, that’s the way they always did it in the olden times. The boyfriend asked the father for permission first.

Cindy: Sure, don’t you watch old movies?

Marcia (getting up): Oh, an older man noticed me! Oh no, it’s terrible.

Jan: What?

Marcia (dramatically): I have a dentist appointment tomorrow, and I don’t have a thing to wear.

(Cut to outside, where the guys are finishing work on the go-cart.)

Greg: There it goes, now drive it.

Bobby: Good.

Peter: I got the feeling I forgot something.

Bobby: What?

Peter: I forget.

Greg: Here goes.

(He pulls the back of the cart, but nothing happens.)

Bobby: Harder.

Greg: This is hard as I can.

(He tries again, then makes a discovery.)

Greg: For crying out loud, there’s no gas.

Peter: That’s what I forgot.

(Marcia comes out dressed in her finest clothes. She gets on her bike. We hear a whistling sound.)

Greg: Hey, look at you.

Peter: Do you eyes deceive me?

Bobby: You’re wearing girls clothes.

Marcia: I have a very important appointment.

Bobby: What kind of appointment?

Marcia: It doesn’t concern you children.

Peter: La di da.

Marcia: Just go off and play with your dumb old toy.

(She rides off.)

Bobby (yelling): And the same to you!

(Next, we see Marcia in Dr. Vogel’s office. He is givng her a filling.)

Dr. Vogel: I hope that didn’t hurt.

Marcia: What didn’t hurt?

Dr. Vogel: The drill.

Marcia: Oh, I loved it.

Dr. Vogel: You won’t believe how many people complain. But not yu.

Marcia: I never complain.

Dr. Vogel: Rinse please. (She takes a sip of water and spits it out in the sink) That’s one of the things I like about you.

Marcia: Mmm, I love the taste of your mouthwash.

(He goes over to clean her teeth.)

Dr. Vogel: By the way, what about Friday night? Did your father mention it?

Marcia: Yeah, but I sort of have a date. It’s not really a date. It’s only with Eddie Bryan, a youth at school.

Dr. Vogel: Oh, that’s too bad. Well, I guess I’ll have to find someone else. I got tickets for the ballet.

Marcia: The ballet?

Dr. Vogel: You like the ballet?

Marcia: I’m mad about it. I’ve never been, but I’m mad about it.

Dr. Vogel: We’ll see how that looks. Open wide, please.

Marcia: i’m sure he will understand. I can break a date.

Dr. Vogel: Just keep open wide, Marcia. I could break a date.

Marcia: Well, it’s not anything important.

Dr. Vogel: No, no. There will be other nights. Wider please.

Marcia: It’s okay. I’m sure it is.

Dr. Vogel: You’re sure it’s no trouble.

Marcia: Positive.

Dr. Vogel: All right, Friday.

Marcia: I can’t stay out very late, though.

Dr. Vogel: Oh, no problem. The ballet should be over by 11.

Marcia: Wonderful.

Dr. Vogel: Oh, could you be ready at 7.

Marcia: I could be ready even earlier.

Dr. Vogel: No, 7 is fine. I could pick you up at your house.

(Marcia sits in the chair and beams. The scene fades.)

(The next scene has the guys painting their go-cart.)

Bobby: We ought to paint a number on it, a really good number.

Greg: What do you mean a really good number?

Bobby (demonstrating): One like 99.

Peter: What’s so great about 99?

Bobby: Well, if it ever turns over, then it’s 66.

Peter: How about 66, when it turns out, then it’s (all in unison) 99.

Greg: Hey, you guys could make it 88, then if it turns over, it’ll still be 88.

(Marcia comes back and almost crashes into the cart.)

Greg: Hey, Marcia. Watch out, we’re trying to paint this thing.

Marcia (annoyed): Really. (she puts her bike in the garage) You children and your juvenile hobbies.

Peter (defiantly): Children? Since when did you get to be so old?

Bobby (emulating an old lady): Eee, speak up, can’t hear you.

Marcia: Greg, would you come here a minute? (She gets up for her to speak to him) Would you tell Eddie Bryant I can’t go out with him Friday night. I have another date.

Greg (protesting): You can’t do that to him, I told him you’d go. He’s already shaved.

Marcia (snobbishly): I’m sorry, but I have more mature things to do.

(She walks away and goes inside. Carol is knitting something in the family room.)

Marcia: Hi, Mom.

Carol: Hi.

Marcia: Mom.

Carol: Yes.

Marcia: Did dad mention anything about Dr. Vogel and Friday night?

Carol: Yes, he did mention it.

Marcia: And it’s okay?

Carol: Yeah, why not? It’ll be a good experience for me.

Marcia (surprised): Wow. So with the traffic and everything, I may not be home till about midnight. And it’s still okay?

Carol: As long as I know where you are dear, I won’t worry.

(Marcia gets ecstatic and hugs Carol.)

Marcia: Oh, Mom, you’re the most understanding woman in the whole world.

(She kisses her and runs. Now it’s Carol’s turn to be surprised.)

Carol: What did I say?(Marcia rushes upstairs to her room, where Jan is doing homework.)

Marcia: Jan, Jan, he did it. he asked me for a date.

Jan: Who did?

Marcia: Dr. Vogel.

Jan (excited): Oh, Marcia. Your first older man. I’m so happy for you!

Marcia: thanks.

Jan: Where are you gonna meet him?

Marcia: He’s coming here!

Jan: Here?

Marcia: Yeah! Friday night at 7!

Jan: Is it all right with Mom and Dad?

Marcia: Mom said it would be a good experience?

Jan: Oh, wow, that’s great, Marcia. Too much.

Marcia (excited): A first date can lead to a second date, and then, that can lead to a third, and then, maybe going steady, and that might lead to, marriage. Imagine, me, Mrs. Marcia Dentist.

(Marcia hears her last response echo in he rhead as she has a daydream of her wedding to Dr. Vogel.)

Minister: Marcia Brady, do you promise to love, honor, brush up and down and see your dentist twice a year?

Marcia: I do.

Minister: And you, Dr. Dentist, do you take Marcia for better or worse, for cavities, for route canal work, for orthodontics?

Dr. Vogel: I do.

Minister: By the powers vested in me by the dental association, I now pronounce you wife and dentist.

(Dr. Vogel puts his stick in Marcia’s mouth to check for cavities. Marcia comes back to reality.)

Jan: Marcia, I’m talking to you.

Marcia: I guess I was daydreaming, and what a dream.

(The next scene has Marcia doing homework in the family room. Carol comes in.)

Carol: Marcia, dinner’s just about ready. you better get cleaned up.

Marcia: Okay.

(Bobby and Cindy come in the kitchen.)

Bobby: Mom, when’s dinner?

Cindy: We’re starved.

Carol: Any minute now.

Alice: Cindy, would you get me a couple of napkins please?

Carol: Alice, I think we’re just about ready.

Alice: So are the dinner rolls.

(Marcia sees this form the family room and has another daydream about having a couple kids and Alice working for her. Bobby and Cindy come in the kitchen dressed and sounding like they’re British.)

Bobby: Mummy, Mummy, we’re quite ready for dinner.

Cindy: We’re dreadfully hungry.

Marcia: In a moment, my angels.

(Alice merrily comes out in an old-fashioned maid uniform, dusting.)

Alice: Ooh, Cindy, get me some napkins. please.

Cindy: Alice.

(She pulls her skirt and gets the napkins.)

Bobby: And I shall help you.

Alice (to Marcia): Ahh, the children, they are fantastic.

Marcia: A blessing.

(Marcia’s dream ends and Carol reminds her of dinner.)

Carol: Dinner, Marcia. Marcia!

Marcia: Oh, uh, I’m coming, Mom.

NOTE: There were some French terms uttered by Alice and Cindy. If anyone knows what those were, please let mew know.

(Next, Mike comes home form work.)

Mike (to Carol): Hi, honey.

Carol: Hi, dear.

(They kiss.)

Carol: Boy, you look beat.

Mike (slowly): Yeah, what a day.

Carol: Really rough, huh?

Mike: Well, there’s no pleasing some clients. You give them modern because they ask for modern, they want early American.

Carol: Well, maybe tomorrow will be better.

Mike: I doubt it.

(He sits down and thye kiss again. Marcia notices them from the stairway and has another daydream about being married to Dr. Vogel. It shows him coming home from work and Marcia greeting him.

Dr. Vogel: Hello, my dearest.

Marcia: Hi, honey.

(They hug.)

Marcia: Rough day?

Dr. Vogel: Uh, brutal. (He sits in his chair) Boy are people thoughtless and break up my practice.

(Marcia hands him a glass of water.)

Marcia: Rinse. You’ll feel better.

Dr. Vogel: I feel better just being with you.

Marcia: Patient trouble?

Dr. Vogel (bitterly): The Levine kid bit me.

Marcia: Again? That makes it the third time this month.

Dr. Vogel: And if that wasn’t enough, I spent all afternoon extracting an impacted molar.

Marcia: I’m so proud of you, my darling. Because of you, there’s one less impacted molar in the world. Relax, you’re at home with me now.

(Marcia comes back to reality and walks downstairs ina daze. The next scene has Jan on the phone with a friend.)

Jan: Are you sure? That’s awful. Well, I’ll have to tell Marcia. Oh, well thanks, bye. (Marcia comes down the stairs with her algebra book) Marcia.

Marcia: Yeah.

Jan: Can I talk to you for a minute?

Marcia: Well, make it short. I got to get it on with this algebra.

Jan: Well, I was just talking to my friend, Kathy. And she’s got a friend who has a sister and she was thinking of going out with a married man. What do you think of that?

Marcia: Well, I think that’s terrible.

Jan: Well, what if she was in love with this man?

Marcia: It still doesn’t make any difference. He’s a married man.

Jan: But what if she didn’t find that out until after they fell in love?

Marcia: But it’s still wrong. Can you imagine what kind of life this poor girl would have? (She starts to get dramatic) Hiding in the shadows, waiting by herself as the clock ticks off the empty hours. Doomed to be the other woman for life. It’s not for me.

Jan: I’m glad to hear you say that. Because, he’s married.

Marcia: Who’s married?

Jan: Dr. Vogel, your date. He’s got a wife, children, maybe even a dog.

(Marcia gets shocked as she sits down.)

Marcia: Dr. Vogel?

Jan: yes, Kathy’s parents are friends with Dr. Vogel and his wife.

Marcia: Are you absolutely positive?

Jan: Positive, what are you gonna do?

Marcia: I don’t know.

(The next scene is in the kitchen, where Marcia goes to Alice for advice.)

Marcia: Hi, Alice.

Alice: Hi, honey.

Marcia: Alice, can I talk to you?

Alice: Sure, sweetie.

Marcia: I mean, woman to woman.

Alice: It’ll be a little hard to do it any other way.

Marcia: This is serious.

Alice: Well sure honey, sit down. Let’s talk.

Marcia: Well, suppose you found out something about your boyfriend, Sam.

Alice: What?

Marcia: Well, suppose all the time you’ve been dating, Sam’s been married to someone else.

Alice: Marcia, do you know something I don’t know?

Marcia: No, I’m just supposing, that’s all. What would you do if you found out Sam was married?

Alice: Well, no butcher better tell me something like that with a meat cleaver on the counter. You’re sure we’re not talking about Sam now.

Marcia: Positive. It’s some other woman who’s facing that problem.

Alice: Somebody you know?

Marcia: Yeah, and I was hoping you could give her some advice.

Alice: Oh, well, I’d say, stop the romance right away.

Marcia: How?

Alice: Well, I’m not sure. My problem with romance has never been stopping one, it’s only been starting one.

Marcia: But how can you stop it, Alice. Would you write him a letter or phone him or what?

Alice: No, I’d face him with it right away. Face to face.

Marcia: Get it over with real quick, right?

Alice: Right.

Marcia: Thanks, Alice.

(Next, Marcia goes to see Dr. Vogel at his office.)

Marcia: Dr. Vogel.

Dr. Vogel: Hi, Marcia. Did we have an appopintment?

Marcia: No, but I had to see you at once.

Dr. Vogel: Oh no, don’t tell me that filling came out. Please, sit in that chair.

Marcia: I can’t go on like this.

Dr. Vogel: Oh, I’m sure you can’t. The pain must be pretty bad.

Marcia: I almost couldn’t do my algebra test.

Dr. Vogel: Marcia, why didn’t you call me at home.

Marcia: That would’ve been even more painful.

Dr. Vogel: More painful?

(Marcia begins to get drastic.)

Marcia: We can’t go on seeing each other like this. Even though we haven’t had our first date.

Dr. Vogel: Our first date?…

Marcia: I know, you were afraid if you told me you were married, I wouldn’t have accepted. I realize that older men are attracted to younger girls. I read Teen Time romance magazine.

Dr. Vogel: Oh, I can see you do. Do you mean the nday I asked your father about you?

Marcia: Yes. It was very gallant of you to ask his permission.

Dr. Vogel: Oh, I think I understand.

Marcia: I’m flattered you find me attractive, but, I couldn’t break up your marriage.

Dr. Vogel: Marcia, you’re wiser than your years.

Marcia: That’s why I have to give you up, doctor.

Dr. Vogel: Is that what you really want?

Marcia: That’s the way it has to be. (She gets up from the chair) I give you back to your wife and children.

(He takes her by the hand.)

Dr. Vogel: I thank you, Marcia. My wife and children thank you too.

Marcia: Dr. Vogel, I think you should know that I will never say anything about this to my friends or family.

Dr. Vogel: Believe me, Marcia. I won’t either.

(She starts to leave, then turns around.)

Marcia: Oh, by the way.

Dr. Vogel: Yes.

Marcia: I’ll still be in Wednesday to get my teeth clean.

(She leaves and Dr. Vogel laughs to himself. She sees Greg when she gets home.)

Marcia: Greg, Greg.

Greg: I don’t know if I want to talk to a chick who breaks dates with my friends.

Marcia: Does Eddie Bryan have another date for Friday night?

Greg: No, thanks to you.

Marcia: Good, because I want to call him right now. I’d love to go out with him.

Greg: Now, wait a minute. I thought you said Eddie was too immature for you.

Marcia: You know, there’s a lot to be said for growing old together.

(The next scene has Greg and Marcia leaving for Marcia’s date with Eddie. He waits for her at the bottom up the staircase.)

Greg: Come on, Marcia.

Marcia (coming down the stairs): Would you calm down?

Greg: Eddie can’t hold the bowling date all night.

Carol: Good night, kids, have fun.

Marcia: You too.

Carol: Don’t be late.

Greg: Good night, Mom. Good night, Dad.

Mike: And drive carefully.

Greg: I will.

(Jan comes by.)

Mike: I wonder what changed her mind about Dr. Vogel tonight.

Carol: I don’t know, and she really seemed to be looking forward to it too.

Jan: I know why marcia changed her mind about Dr. Vogel tonight.

Carol: Why?

Jan: Well (Pause) I better not tell you. You’re not young enough to know.

(She goes upstairs.)

Carol (confused): Uh, teenagers. By the time you understand what they’re talking about, they’re not teenagers anymore.

(The scene fades.)

(The final scene has the guys giving the go-cart another test drive, while Alice is cleaning a screen. The guys have no luck.)

Greg: This thing is never gonna work.

(He kicks it in frustration. Bobby gets out and they walk away.)

Greg: I’ve just about had it.

Bobby: Where will we get a new motor.

Peter: Next time, I’ll handle it.

(The cart starts to warm up and takes off by itself. Alice notices.)

Alice: Hey, hey, guys, uh, uh…

(They notice it moving and chase after it.)

Greg: Hey, look!

(They chase after it, as well as Alice.)


S4 E12 Everyone Can’t Be George Washington

Everybody Can’t Be George Washington

Written by Sam Locke and Milton Pascal

Peter tries out for the part of George Washington for the school play on the American Revolution, but ends up getting the part of Benedict Arnold. Hope you enjoy the script.











MISS BAILEY, Peter’s teacher

FREDDIE, boy who plays Major John Andre

PEGGY, girl who plays Peter’s wife

DONNA, another girl in play

EDITH, girl in Peter’s class

HARVEY, guy in Peter’s class

STUART, another guy in Peter’s class

(The episode begins with Peter looking at himself in the mirror. He’s flexing his muscles and Bobby comes in the bathroom to see him. he walks out annoyed.)

Bobby (to Greg): He’s still at it.

Greg (sarcastic): Incredible.

Peter (coming out of the bathroom): Just a moment, corporal (Bobby). Notify the drill sergeant that General Washington is ready to inspect the troops.

Bobby: Get somebody else to notify him. I don’t want to be late for school.

(He leaves.)

Greg (laughing): Why don’t you knock off the George Washington routine.

Peter: I have to practice for my audition. it’s the biggest part in the school play.

Greg: Keep it up, George. You’ll be the first general who ever got kicked out of his room.

(He leaves and Peter salutes him. We next see him downstairs in the kitchen. He is further rehearsing in front of Carol, Alice and Marcia.)

Peter: All right, men. hear this. Tonight we cross the Delaware and attack the British at Trenton. All right, who am I supposed to be?

Marcia: Mickey Mouse.

(She leaves.)

Peter (astonished): Mickey Mouse!

Carol (laughing): She was only kidding, honey. We know you were being George Washington.

Peter: You did?

Alice: Sure. Good luck, general. (She salutes) We will be routing for you at your audition today.

Peter: Thanks, I’m off, to Valley Forge.

(He hears a whistle.)

Carol: Hold it, General. It might be along, hard winter. Better take your lunch.

(She hands Peter his lunch and he leaves. She and Alice laugh as the scene fades.)

(The bnext scene has Carol and Mike looking over a design that Mike created.)

Carol: Oh, it’s beautiful, Mike.

Mike: Yeah, Mr. Foster called it her dream house.

Carol: What did Mr. Foster call it?

Mike: Well, when he heard the price, he told her to stop dreaming.

(Carol laughs. Jan comes home.)

Jan (calling): Mom! Dad!

Carol (calling back): Yeah honey, we’re in here.

Carol (looking at the design): Yeah, I really like.

(Jan runs in the den.)

Jan: Guess what!

Carol: What?

Jan: I got picked to be in the school play about George Washington.

Carol (hugging her): Oh, that’s terrific.

Mike: Hey, congratulations.

Jan: Well, I’m not exactly in it. I mean, not as an actor.

Carol: What are you gonna be, the cherry tree?

9They laugh.)

Jan: You’re close. I’m in charge of the scenery and special effects.

Mike: Hey, now, that’s quite a job.

Carol: How did you get picked for that?

Jan: Well, I’m the only one in school with the most important qualifications.

Carol: What qualifications?

Jan: I have a father who’s an architect. (Mike groans) Will you help me design the scenery, Dad?

Mike: Sure. How about that? 200 years after the Revolutionary War and I get drafted.

Carol: Hey, how did Peter do at the audition?

Jan: Well, he must have done great because when I left he was all smiles.

(Peter comes home in a dejected mood.)

Carol: Hi.

Peter: Hi.

Carol: Hey, wait a minute. Why the long face?

Alice: Yeah, I’ve seen you look happier the day before report cards.

Carol: Did the audition go well?

Peter: It went fine. Ms. Bailey said I was terrific.

Carol: Thank goodness. There for a minute I thought you didn’t get the part.

Peter: I didn’t. Miss Bailey said lots of guys could play Benedict Arnold. She wanted me to take a harder part.

Alice: That’s a compliment. What’s the part?

Peter: Benedict Arnold. (Pause) It’s a smaller part, and Benedict Arnold even has to die at the end.

Alice: Well, it’s better than dying at the beginning.

Carol: Right.

Peter: Well, I’m not gonna do it. I’m quitting the play.

(He walks off and Carol follows him.)

Carol: Peter, Peter, that’s not like you, honey. You never quit at anything before.

Peter: But I wanted to be George Washington.

Carol: Oh, honey, everybody can’t be George Washington. Remember that time on your baseball team? You wanted to be pitcher but the coach wanted you in the outfield? Did you quit?

Peter: No.

Carol: Well, it’s the same with Ms. Bailey. She needs her best players in the right parts. (Pause) She must hink yu can be a very good Benedict Arnold.

Peter (looking up): I guess I could.

Carol: Unless, you think the part is too hard for you.

Peter: Are you kidding? I can do it easy. (He gets up and gives a semi-performance) General Washington, I, Benedict Arnold, place myself under your command.

Carol: that’s the spirit, Benedict. (She tosses him an apple) you go do your homework, and I’ll keep my eye out for the redcoats.

(She salutes and walks back to the kitchen. Peter gets his books and goes upstairs. Cut to the backyard, where Marcia is helping Jan with some scenery. She is painting a cloud and Jan comes out.)

Marcia: is that the way you want the clouds, Jan?

Jan: Yeah, that’s good. Dark and gloomy.

Marcia: Right.

(She notices Cindy painting something as well.)

Jan: What are you painting, Cindy?

Cindy: i’m painting the moon.

Marcia: I already did the moon.

Cindy: i’m fixing it up.

(She put a smiling face on the moon.)

Jan: what did you go that for?

Cindy: I think everyone should have a nioce day, even George Washington.

(Jan goes over to Greg, who is working on waves for the ship.)

Jan: Greg, how’s it going?

Greg: How does it look?

Jan: Great, but aren’t the waves kind of high? Because if you put them in front of the boat, you won’t be able to see the boat.

Greg: Well, there’s only one thing we can do. Either we raise the boat or we lower the Delaware.

(Mike is working on a ship.)

Jan: Hi.

Mike: Hi. Well, what do you think?

Jan: It looks exactly like the boat that’s in the picture of George Washington.

Mike: Yeah, well, not exactly. This boat has one thing that even George Washington’s boat didn’t have.

Mike: Roller skates.

Jan: What?

(He demonstrates. Next, Peter and Bobby are in their room rehearsing.)

Peter (looking at the script): Come in.

(Bobby comes in with a script.)

Peter: Ah, Major Andre I presume. Won’t you… (He puts his hand on his shoulder to sit him down) have a seat.

Bobby: Thank you, General Arnold. My commander, General Clinton of the 5th British Army sends his compliments.

Peter: Is that all he sent, Major?

Bobby: I don’t understand, sir.

Peter: I refer to the money for the plan to West Point. (He knocks on the desk) The key to the American defenses. I trust the British don’t expect them for nothing. If I, General Benedict Arnold, hero of the battle of Ticonderoga, is gonna betray, his country, he expects to be paid for it, and handsomely.

(Carol appears at the door.)

Bobby: I am here to discuss the terms, old chap.

Peter: There will be no discussion. (He pounds on the desk) The price is 10,000 pounds, Major Andre.

Bobby (astonished): 10,000 pounds of what?

Peter: That’s British money, dummy. Major Andre was a British officer.

Bobby (in British accent): Oh, I see.

Peter: Lower your voice, sir, if you were discovered on American soil, it could mean both our necks.

Bobby: But 10,000 pounds, General Arnold.

Peter: Turning traitor doesn’t come easy to me, Major, and it won’t come cheap to the British armies.

(He puts his wrist up and Carol claps as she comes in the door.)

Carol: That’s terrific (to Peter) You were great, General Arnold. (She turns to Bobby) And you weren’t bad either, Major Andre.

Bobby: Thanks, old chap, the major’s cutting out for a glass of milk.

(Carol sits down.)

Peter: You know, Benedict Arnold’s not an easy part to play, Mom.

Carol: Well, that’s merely why Ms. Bailey wanted you to play it.

Peter: I guess it’s like you were saying, not everyone can be George Washington. Some guys are better in the outfield.

Carol: And from what I read, George Washington wouldn’t have been a very good outfielder, either.

Peter: Why?

Carol: He barely made it when he threw the dollar across the Stomic.

Peter: Lower your voice, sir, if you were discovered on American soil, it could mean both our necks.

(The next scene has the family in the backyard, with mike inspecting the scenery for the play.)

Mike: Hey, that’s terrific, gang.

(Jan goes by to have the family pretend to row the boat in the water.)

Jan: Okay, is everybody ready?

(They all satart to row but the waves created for the scene fall over.)

Mike: Hey, there’s a switch. the boat stayed afloat and the waves sank.)

(They all laugh and Greg picks up the wave. They start rowing again, successfully.)

(Cut to Peter’s school, where he is sitting on a bench, reading his script. Edith, a girl in his class, comes to talk to him.)

Edith: Hi, Peter, what are you doing?

Peter: Studying my script. I’m in the school play.

(Edith sits down with him.)

Edith: That’s wonderful.

Peter: I’m playing Benedict Arnold.

Edith (surprised): Benedict Arnold?

Peter: Yeah, it’s a great part.

Edith: Well, it is if you like being a traitor.

(She walks away. Peter next runs into another friend, Harvey.)

Harvey: Yo pete.

Peter: Hi, harv.

Harvey: Did you get the part of George Washington.

Peter: I could’ve, but Ms. Bailey gave me a better part, a real tough part.

Harvey: Which one?

Peter: What’s the toughest part for a guy to play?

Harvey: Betsy Ross?

Peter: No, Benedict Arnold.

Harvey (disgusted): Bendeict Arnold?

Peter: Yeah, how about that?

Harvey: Traitor.

(Next, Peter sees his friend Stuart rushing somewhere.)

Peter: Hey, Stu, what’s the hurry?

Stuart: I’m going over to the park. We’re setting up a ball game. Come on.

Peter: I’ll be over right after rehearsal. I’m in the school play.

Stuart: Yeah? What part did you get?

Peter: Benedict Arnold?

Stuart (annoyed): Benedict Arnold?

(He hisses at him.)

Peter: Very funny. Save me a place on the team, will you?

Stuart: What for? So you can blow the game, Benedict.

(Next, Peter is at rehearsal with Freddie, the boy chosen to play Major Andre).

Peter: There will be no discussion. (He pounds on the desk) The price is 10,000 pounds, Major Andre.

Freddie: But that’s a lot of money, General.

Peter: Lower your voice, if you were discovered on American soil, it could mean both our necks.

Freddie: But 10,000 pounds, General Arnold.

Peter: A small price to pay to insure the capture of the British. (He pauses and then talks in his regular voice) Anyway, I may not sell the plans after all.

Ms. Bailey: Peter, that’s not in the script. the line is turning traitor doesn’t come easy to me, Major.

Peter: Ms. Bailey, does Benedict Arnld have to be a traitor.

Ms. Bailey (surprised): What?

Peter: I mean, wouldn’t it be better if Major Andre stole the plansd andit made Benedict Arnold a good guy?

Ms. Bailey: Peter, we can’t rewrite the American Revolution. According to all the history books, Benedict Arnold was a traitor.

Peter: But the books could be wrong. I mean, there was nobody in the room but the 2 guys when it happened. Why can’t we give the American guy the benefit of the doubt?

Ms. Bailey: Peter, I think we better stick with the script. Well, that’s enough for today. Class dismissed until tomorrow.

(Everyone starts to leave as Freddie gets angry.)

Freddie: What were you trying to do? Make me the rap for stealing the plans?

Peter: Major Ander could’ve done it.

Freddie: That was a pretty crummy trick.

Peter: Well, nobody knows for sure.

Freddie: When they picked you to be the traitor, they really picked the right guy.

Peter: Oh yeah?

Freddie: Yeah!

Peter: Yeah?

(Peter comes home with a bloody nose. He comes in his room amnd Greg notices it.)

Greg: Hey, peter, come here. Where did you get that bloody nose?

Peter: At rehearsal.

Greg: What were you rehearsing? The Boston Massacre?

Peter: I got in a fight with one of the guys. I’m getting fed up with everybody teasing me, calling me a traitor. All the guys booing and hissing me.

(He goes into the bathroom. Greg comes in.)

Greg: Pete, don’t let it get you down. It’s just a part in the play.

Peter: Well, Miss Bailey can get someone else to play Benedict Arnold.

Greg: You’re not quitting, are you?

Peter: You better believe it.

Greg: You can’t quit, you promised Mom and Dad.

Peter: Oh, yeah, I did, didn’t I. Okay, I won’t quit.

Greg: At a boy.

(He leaves th ebathroom.)

Peter (to himself): I got a better idea, I’ll get myself thrown out of the play.

(He looks in the mirror and cleans his nose as the scene fades.)

(The next scene is back at school, with Peter in rehearsal.)

Freddie: Thank you, General Arnold. My commander, General Clinton of the 5th British Army sends his compliments.

(Peter pretends to forget his lines.)

Ms. Bailey: Go on, Peter, you have the next line.

Peter: I’m sorry, Ms. Bailey. Can you give me the first word?

Ms. Bailey (looking at the script): Is.

Peter: Is. (He looks over at Freddie) Is, uh, uh… (to Miss Bailey) can you give me the second word?

Ms. Bailey: Is that all he sent, Major?

Peter (to Freddie): Is that all he sent, Major?

Freddie: I don’t understand, sir.

Peter: I refer to the money for the plan to, uh, uh… (to Miss Bailey) What’s the name of the place?

Freddie: West Point, dum-dum.

Ms. Bailey: Peter, what is wrong? You were fine up until now.

Peter: I guess it’s because I was reading out of my script. My memory is just no good.

Ms. Bailey: Oh, you’re probably just having a little attack of thew nerves.

Peter: Suppose I get a bigger attack the night of the play. Maybe you should get someone else.

Ms. Bailey: Let me have your script, Peter.

Peter (handing her the script): I don’t blame you for taking away my part, Miss Bailey. If I can’t remember my lines, I shouldn’t be in the play.

(He grabs his coat and starts to leave.)

Ms. Bailey: Peter, come here. (She rips a page out of a book) this is an old actor’s trick. Now, we just paste your lines on top of these plans for West Point. Then, if you get stuck, all you have to do is read them. I’ll bet you never thought of that.

Peter: No I didn’t.

(Marcia takes Carol outside by the hand.)

Marcia: Oh, Mom, wait till you see it. It looks so good, it’s really good.

(Carol sees it and is very impressed.)

Cindy: It’s the scene where George Washington chops down the cheery tree.

Bobby: I’ll be George Washington.

Carol: Did Dad design that for you?

Jan: Yeah, but I made an improvement. Watch (she is holding a rope) When Bobby chops it, the tree will fall over. Okay, chop, Bobby.

(He chops but only the trunk falls. They all laugh.)

Carol: Yeah, that’s a very interesting improvement.

(Next, Peter is up in his room moping. Greg goes in the closet to get his jacket.)

Greg: You coming to breakfast?

Peter: I’ll be down in a couple of minutes.

Greg: Pete, look, if you’re still trying to get out of the play, forget it. There’s no way out.

Peter (to himself): There’s got to be a way out.

(He walks around the room pondering. He notices a pair of roller skates in the room. He picks up the edge of the desk and slams it on his ankle, knocking the chair down. He then gets on the floor, screaming in pain and holding his ankle. Mike and Carol hurry in.)

Carol: Peter, Peter are you all right?

Mike: What happened?

Peter: I tripped over the skate and twisted my ankle.

Carol: Well, let me see. (They examine the ankle) oh, Mike, what do you think?

Mike: I don’t know. The skin’s not broken. It seems to be swelling.

Carol: Huh, maybe you ought to stay home from school today.

Peter: Uh, no, no, I don’t want to miss rehearsal. the play. I’ll be okay.

Carol: You’re sure.

Peter: Yeah.

(He gets up, fakes a limp, and gets his books. Cut to rehearsal, where Peter comes limping in.)

Miss Bailey: All right now, girls, you try on your costumes. And, boys, we’ll try the Valley Forge scene.

Peter: Hi, Miss Bailey, sorry I’m late.

Ms. Bailey: Peter, what happened to you?

Peter: Well, there was a roller skate in my room. And while I was practicing my lines, I tripped over it.

Ms. Bailey: Oh, I’m sorry, does it hurt?

Peter: Well, the pain’s not bad. It’s just that I can’t walk without this limp. So I guess I’m out of the show.

Ms. Bailey: I wouldn’t dream of letting you go.

Peter: Huh? You don’t want a Benedict Arnold that limps.

Ms. Bailey: Peter, didn’t you know? Benedict Arnold was wounded at the battle of Saratoga. He had to limp for the rest of his life.

Peter: He did? (She nodded) Which leg?

Ms. Bailey: The same one as yours. Isn’t that lucky?

Peter: Yeah, really lucky.

(Back at home. Mike is emptying a box of Safe into the top of the crate for a winter scene.)

Mike: Okay, I think we’re about ready for winter at Valley Forge.

Jan: Okay, here goes.

(She slightly pulls it down with a string and some of the flakes fall on a tent.)

Carol: Hey, terrific, I’m beginning to feel cold already.

(Alice comes out.)

Alice: Jan, telephone. miss Bailey from school.

Jan: Oh, she probably wants to know about the set for the dress rehearsal.

(She goes to take the call.)

Carol (to Mike): Be careful, honey.

(Mike gets down the ladder from the crate. Peter comes home. Carol notices him.)

Carol: Hi.

Mike: Hey. Aren’t you home from rehearsal a little bit early.

Peter (whispering): Can’t talk.

Mike: Huh.

Peter: Laryngitis.

Carol: Well, that’s sudden. When did it happen?

Peter: During rehearsal.

Carol: Will you be able to do the part in your play?

Peter: Miss Bailey is getting someone else. What luck.

Mike: That’s tough, Pete. Especially after all the time you put in it.

Peter: I better go gargle or something.

(He goes inside and Carol and Mike suspiciously watch it.)

Mike: His laryngitis seems to have cured his ankle.

Carol: Yeah, I noticed that too.

(Jan comes out looking glum. Mike and Carol notice.)

Carol: What’s the matter, Jan?

Jan: Well, the play’s off because Peter has laryngitis. Miss Bailey just says to stop making the sets because she can’t find a replacement in time.

Carol: Did you tell peter that?

Jan: No, I didn’t have the heart to. It would make him feel worse if he knew that.

Mike: Let’s see how much worse.

(They go inside and Carol pats Jan’s cheek. She looks on with bewilderment. They go up to Peter’s room, where he is reading a magazine. They knock.)

Peter: Come in.

(They enter the room. When peter realizes it’s them, he gets up.)

Peter (whispering): I was just gonna go gargle.

Carol: Peter, you must really feel bad about having to drop out of the play this way.

Peter: Oh, yeah, real bad.

Mike: Peter, this morning it was your ankle. This afternoon it’s laryngitis. Now I want you to level with us. You don’t want to be in that play, do you.

Peter (sitting down): No, I don’t.

Carol: But why, Peter? You said you were gonna be the best Benedict Arnold ever.

Peter: Well, you don’t know what it’s been like. Everybody riding me. Booing and hissing me. Because I’m playing the traitor.

Mike: Oh, come on, listen. (He sits down with him) Listen, because you dropped out, the whole play is off.

Peter: What do you mean off? Miss Bailey can get someone else.

Carol: No, honey, she can’t. There isn’t enough time.

Peter: Gee, I never thought that would happen.

Mike: Yes, and you let a whole lotta people down, too, you know. All those kids who worked on the show, Miss Bailey, even the audience. You know, that’s pretty much what the real Benedict Arnold did, isn’t it.

Peter: I never thought of it that way.

Carol: Yes, but that’s the way it is. Isn’t it, Peter.

Peter: Yeah. If I don’t play the part of a traitor, I’ll be a traitor.

Mike: Well, that’s just about it.

(Next, the play goes on and Peter is giving his best performance as Benedict Arnold.)

Freddie: I am here to discuss the terms, old chap.

Peter: There will be no discussion. (He pounds on the desk) The price is 10,000 pounds, Major Andre.

Freddie: But that’s a lot of money, General.

Peter: Lower your voice, if you were discovered on American soil, it could mean both our necks.

Freddie: But 10,000 pounds, General Arnold.

Peter: A small price to ensure the capture of West Point by the British. Turning traitor doesn’t come easy to me, and it won’t come cheap to the British armies.

Miss Bailey (gladly): Very good, boys. Draw the curtain, please. (The audience applauds as the curtain closes) Donna, your speech comes now.

(Donna, another student, comes out.)

Donna: Major Andre was captured and convicted as a spy. But what if Benedict Arnold fled to the English side to serve against his country for the rest of the war. We take you now to a country home in England 21 years later.

(The audience applauds as she exits the stage. Peter is in bed and Peggy, who plays his wife, is leaning over him.)

Peter: I fear the end is near. the world gets darker, ever darker.

Peggy : my poor, dear husband.

Peter: Hark. Who goes there? Give me the password.

Peggy: His mind wanders in his last moments. Benedict, it’s your wife, Peggy. Do you not recognize my voice?

Peter: Yes, it is Peggy. (He accidentally knocks her wig off) My mind plays me tricks. I’m going fast.

Peggy: Oh, my dear beloved.

Peter: My life passes before me. Once again I embark with Major Andre for the price of my betrayal. Oh, forgive me. I die a broken man.

(His head hits the pillow.)

Peggy: He sleeps at last.

Peter: I can’t sleep. Haunted by the nightmare of my past. Oh, forgive me.

Peggy: I forgive you.

Peter: Not you. I beg forgiveness of George Washington and the United States of America. To whom I pledge allegiance for now and evermore. Wife, would you give me my old uniform?

Peggy: On the instant, dear heart.

(She goes to get the uniform while he gets up to look outside the window. Jan gives Peggy the uniform.)

Carol (to Mike): Honey, Peter forgot to take his boots off after that last scene.

Mike: Maybe he wants to die with his boots on.

Peggy: Here it is, dear spouse, your old uniform.

(He puts it on him but it has dust on it.)

Peter: may God forgive me for putting on another uniform.

(He falls to the ground.)

Peggy: He’s gone. Benedict Arnold is no more.

(The audience applauds.)

Miss Bailey: That’s fine, children. I just hope our performance goes as well tomorrow night. (The audience applauds again and Ms. Bailey gets up to face them.) Ladies and gentlemen, I want to thank you for being here and a special thanks to Mr. Brady for helping us with our sets and to Mrs. Dineen for her work on the costumes. Thank you.

(The audience applauds one more time and gets up. Mike and Carol go up to Peter to congratulate him.)

Mike: Hey, hey, hey.

Peter: Well, how was I?

Mike: Hey, you were terrific. You were just great.

Carol: Ms. Bailey, you did a wonderful job with the kids.

Ms. Bailey: Thank you. And you deserve credit too. How did you ever get Peter over his laryngitis so quickly?

Mike: Well, we used an old family remedy.

Ms. Bailey: Oh, I’ll bet I know. That dreadful stuff you have to mix something sweet with to get it down.

Peter: No, Miss Bailey. Dad just gave it to me straight.

(Some of the dust comes off and Mike and Carol brush it away. The scene fades.)

(The final scene has Peter reading George Washington’s lines from the script.)

Peter: I, George Washington, the commander in chief, command you to row for the fine shore.

Bobby: Would you cut that out, Pete? You were Benedict Arnold in that play.

Peter: I know, but I still think I could’ve done a great George Washington. I can just see myself standing on the bow of the boat crossing the Delaware. I, George Washington, the commander in chief, command you to row for the fine shore.

Bobby: Uh, General, you know there’s one thing missing.

Peter: What’s that?

Bobby: The spray of water in your face.

(He takes his water gun and sprays him. peter takes it, pins Bobby down on Greg’s bed, and sprays him back.)


S4 E11 Greg's Triangle

Greg’s Triangle

Written by Bill Freedman & Ben Gershman

Greg is on the committee to choose the new head cheerleader. However, Marcia and his girlfriend, Jennifer, are among the contestants. I hope you like the script.











JENNIFER, Greg’s girlfriend

PAT, other contestant for cheerleader

(The episode begins at Greg’s school. He is out on the campus wandering. He gives a friend of his 5 and then gets a drink from the fountain. A very pretty girl sees him and stops to ponder. When he starts to walk away, she accidentally bumps into him.)

Greg; Oh, I’m sorry.

Jennifer: I’m not. I’ve been wanting to meet you. I’m Jennifer Nichols.

Greg: Hi, I’m Greg Brady.

Jennifer: I know. I’ve been aware of you for a long time. You probably didn’t notice.

Greg: Are you kidding? I’ve wanted to meet you too.

Jennifer: You know, I’ll bet we have a lot in common.

Greg (abruptly): I’ll bet we have. What do you like? Movies, sports, surfing?

Jennifer (excited): Are you a surfer?

Greg: Yeah, yeah.

Jennifer: Fantastic. I should have known with a physique like yours.

Greg: Oh, I kind of lift weights to keep in shape.

Jennifer: Huh, maybe I should try something like that.

Greg: What for? Your shape doesn’t need any improving.

Jennifer (laughing): Thanks. I’d still love to learn how to surf, though.

Greg: Maybe I can teach you a few things.

Jennifer: Great. i’m not doing a thing Saturday.

Greg: You are now. Pick you up at ten.

(He starts to walk away.)

Jennifer: Hey, don’t you want my number?

Greg: Yeah.

(He tries to find a pen and paper for her to write her number on.)

Jennifer: Wait, no, I have one. (She pulls a pen out and then writes on his hand) 814-9031. See you later, Greggy.

(He reads he rnumber , then puts his hand down and watches her walk away, in a daze. The scene fades away.)

(The next scene is in the backyard, where Marcia is practicing cheers to Jan and Cindy.)

Marcia: One, two, tell me who are you, the bears. Three, four, whose gonna score, the bears. Five, six, tell me who’s got the kicks, the bears. (to the girls) well, that was th ebeginnig. What do you think?

Cindy: It looks like you’re swatting a fly.

Jan: What are you knocking yourself out for?

Marcia: Because I wanna be chosen the head cheerleader, thta’s why.

Jan: Well, how could you miss? Greg’s the head cheerleader. Greg’s the chairman of the committee who picks the head cheerleader.

Marcia: So, what’s that got to do with it?

Jan: Well, greg’s your brother.

Marcia: So what?

Cindy: Brothers and sisters are relatives. Get it?

Marcia: Cindy, I’m gonna win this fair an dsquare. Broither or no brother.

(Greg comes by in a happy mood.)

Marcia: Hi.

Greg (smiling): Hello.

(He walks by and pats Cindy’s head.)

Jan: What’s with him.

(Greg goes in the house. Peter and Bobby are arguing.)

Peter: Baloney, Joe Namath has a better passing average. Almost 6 out of 10, that’s 60 percent.

Bobby: But Roman Gabriel has a better passing average.

(Greg comes in the door.)

Peter: I’ll prove it. (to Greg) Greg, what is Joe Namath’s passing average?

Greg: 814-9031.

(He comes in the kitchen.)

Carol: Hi, Greg.

Greg: Hi, Mom.

Carol: How was school today?

Greg: Couldn’t be better.

(He inadvertently puts his books in the freezer, then he grabs an apple.)

Greg: Hi, Alice.

Alice: Hi.

(She and Carol look on with bewilderment as Greg leaves the kitchen.)

Alice: I think he’s invented a new subject, frozen geometry.

(They laugh as he head sinto the living room, where Mike is practicing golf.)

Mike: Hi, son.

Greg: Hi, Dad.

Mike: Watch this. (He makes a shot and the ball hits a glass on the floor, which he used as a hole.) Jack Nicklaus, eat your heart out.

Greg: Great putt, Dad.

Mike: We’re gonna murder them tomorrow.

Greg: Murder who?

Mike: Joe Nelson and that overgrown son of his. He’s been needling me all week because they beat us on Saturday.

Greg: Oh, no, I forgot all about our game tomorrow, Dad. (Mike is surprised) I met this fantastic girl at school and, sort of made a date with her on Saturday.

Mike: All right, say no more. I remember the priorities at your age. I’ll get another partner.

Greg: Thanks, Dad.

(Carol comes in the living room with Greg’s books.)

Carol: Uh, Greg. You left these in the refrigerator.

Mike (laughing): The refrigerator. That must be some girl.

Greg: Oh yeah, some girl.

(He takes his books and goes upstairs.)

Mike (to Carol): Yeah, well, meeting with Sam Murdoch tomorrow.

Carol: Mike, listen, I was thinking, you know, if I took a lesson or two, I could learn to play golf and then you wouldn’t have to go looking for a partner.

Mike: A lesson or two?

Carol: Yeah.

Mike: Honey, golf is a very complicated game.

Carol: Yes, but I’m very good at sports. You must admit, I’m a very good swimmer.

Mike: Well, yes, but swimming is one thing but golf is another.

Listen, it’s taken me years and years of practice just to be terrible.

(She takes his golf bag and equipment and walks away. Greg is upstairs in his room. He is looking in the mirror an dcombing his hair. Peter and Bobby are watching.)

Bobby: Greg, if you’re going surfing, how come you’re combing your hair?

Peter: He must have a new girlfriend. He always combs his hair when he has a new girlfriend.

Greg: Don’t you guys have anything to do but watch me.

Bobby (teasing): What’s she like, Greg?

Greg (teasing back): What’s it to you?

Peter: She’s got to be a real beast. Or he’d want to talk about her.

Bobby: He’s probably going out with King Kong’s sister.

Peter: Yeah, where did you meet her? On top of the Empire State Building?

(They both start acting like monkeys.)

Greg: Keep it up, and when I come back I’ll bring you two monkeys a bunch of bananas.

(The throws a towel at them and they continue with their monkey shenanigans.)

(Cut to the backyard, where Alice is coaching Carol with golf lessons. Alice is reading instructions from a book.)

Alice: Place extended left hand over top of shafted three knuckles visible. Okay?

Carol: Yep.

Alice: Right. Place right hand over the left so that the right palm covers the left thumb. (She turns another page) With toes pointed outward, slightly swatted, bend at the waist, moving waist to the right, shoulders under the chin, and bring club head slowly back. (Carol puts herself in the position) okay now, is the club head slowly back?

Carol: Yeah, just a second.

Alice: Keeping head steady, eyes on the ball, start your down swing.

(Carol attempts to but accidentally hits the clothesline an dthe club falls from her grip.)

Carol: Guess we better try that again, huh, Alice.

Alice: Next time holler fore, would you?

(She hands Carol the book and walks away.)

Carol: Sorry.

(Next, we see Greg surfing at the beach. Then he and Jennifer go to order a snack.)

Greg: What will you have?

Jennifer: I don’t know, you decide for me.

Greg: Okay. (to the clerk) Two chihuahuas please. Light on the mustard, heavy on the pickle. A double order of French fries, two orange drinks.

Jennifer: Oh, Greg, you’re so sure of yourself.

Greg: It’s just a matter of self-confidence.

Jennifer: That’s one of the most appealing traits. I mean, so few men are. (Greg smiles with pride) And, why didn’t you tell me you were such a fantastic surfer?

Greg: Well, I wouldn’t say fantastic.

Jennifer: But you are. I bet it ruined your whole day to teach a beginner like me.

Greg: Oh no, I loved it. You weren’t scared, were you?

Jennifer: Scared? How could I be scared with your big, strong arms around me to protect me.

Greg: I wouldn’t want to lose my prized pupil, would I? (Jennifer shakes her head no) Oh, here we are.

(Their food arrives and Jennifer takes a bite. Greg goes to pay.)

Jennifer: Mmm, this is good. You certainly can pick them.

Greg (looking straight at her): Yes, I certainly can pick them.

Jennifer: Oh, Greggy.

(They eat their food. Greg comes home and see Peter and Bobby working on a bicycle. Greg gets out of the car.)

Peter (playfully): Here comes loverboy.

Bobby (playfully): Oh, I’m swooning with love.(He acts like he’s in love and falls down.)

Greg: Okay, listen you guys. I’m bringing Jennifer over to meet Mom and Dad. I don’t want any clowning around, understand.

Peter (innocently): Who, us?

Greg: Yeah, you wanna clown around, go join the circus.

(He leaves while they watch with glee. He inside and sees Carol in the kitchen.)

Greg: Hi, Mom.

Carol: Hi, Greg, did u have a good time?

Greg: The best day of my life. Mom, I wanna bring Jennifer over to meet you and Dad.

Carol: Oh, well sure, Greg. We’d love to meet her.

Greg: How about tonight? I’m taking her out to a movie.

Carol (surprised): Didn’t you see enough of her today?

Greg: Mom, can a person get tired of looking at the Mona Lisa?

(The next scene has Carol telling Mike what Greg said.)

Mike (laughing): Mona Lisa? Did he really say that?

Carol: He sure did. Mona Lisa may have the smile, but apparently Jennifer’s got everything else to go along with it.

(Greg comes in with Jennifer.)

Greg: I’m sure you’re gonna like them. (He and Jennifer walk into the living room, where Mike and Carol are having coffee) Mom, Dad, this is Jennifer Nichols.

Carol: Hello.

Mike (getting up): Hello, Jennifer.

(He shakes he rhand.)

Jennifer: So you’re Greg’s father. Well, it’s certainly not hard to see where Greg gets his good looks.

(Mike gets flattered and Carol smiles suspiciously. Jennifer starts looking around the living room.)

Jennifer: What a marvelous house you have here, Mrs. Brady. No wonder Greg has such good taste.

Greg (to Carol and Mike): Isn’t she something?

Carol: Yeah, she sure is.

Mike: Yes, indeed.

(Jennifer picks up a picture of the family.)

Jennifer: What a lovely picture. Are these all your children?

Mike: Yeah, I sure hope so.

(Carol lightly slaps his wrist and he laughs.)

Jennifer: Your other two sons are very nice looking, Mr. Brady. But Greg, well…

Carol: Did you two kids enjoy surfing today?

Jennifer: Oh, at first I was terrified. But when you’re with someone who’s so strong and capable.

Greg (embarrassed): Now, Jennifer.

Jennifer: You know you are, Greggy.

Carol (to Mike): Greggy?

Greg: I think if we’re gonna go to that movie, we should get started.

Mike: What picture are you gonna see?

Greg: They got a great science fiction picture playing at the cornet.

Jennifer: Really exciting, I saw it.

Greg: Oh, well, we can go see something else.

Jennifer: No, Greg, you wanna see that picture, so, that’s where you’re going.

Greg: Oh no, it’s not that important.

Jennifer: I’ll be happy to see it again. (to Mike and Carol) It was a pleasure to meet you.

Carol: You too, Jennifer.

Mike: Bubby.

Jennifer: Bubby.

Carol: Have fun.

Greg: Thanks, good night.

(He opens the door and Jennifer walks out. He follows as Mike and Carol waves.)

Mike (to Carol): Talk about a snow job.

Carol: Yeah, boy, she can give lessons to Jack Frost. What do you suppose she’s after?

Mike: Well, I don’t know, but I get the feeling whatever Jennifer wants, Jennifer gets.

(The next scene has Marcia in the living room practicing more for head cheerleader, with Jan and Cindy watching.)

Cindy: What’s so important about being an old cheerleader anyway?

Marcia: Well, it’s a great honor, it shows you got spirit, and it helps you inspire people. and you get to meet all the football players. (She stops to have a drink) let’s see, I better try that one more time. (She picks up her pom-poms) Okay, ready and, 3,4, tell me who’s gonna score.(she runs into Greg, who comes in the room) Hey, that will really fire them up, huh, Greg?

Greg: No comment?

Marcia: What do you mean no comment?

Greg: If you’re trying to influence me because I’m chairman for the judging committee, you’re wasting your time.

Marcia (hurt): Influence you? I just wanted your opinion.

Greg: Just because you’re my sister, don’t expect any favors.

Marcia: Who’s asking for any?

Greg: When I vote, Marcia, it doesn’t matter who the contestant is, I’m gonna be fair and impartial.

(The phone rings and he answers. it’s Jennifer.)

Greg: Hello.

Jennifer: Hi, Greggy.

Greg: Oh, just a minute. (He turns to the girls) Do you mind? I’d like a little privacy.

(They all get up to leave.)

Marcia (sarcastically): My pleasure.

Greg (back on the phone): Hello, Jennifer.

Jennifer: I want to thank you for the movie. I just found out the craziest coincidence.

Greg: What’s that?

Jennifer: I didn’t know you were on the committee to pick the head cheerleader.

Greg: I’m the chairman. What’s the coincidence?

Jennifer: I’m entering the contest to be the head cheerleader.

Greg: You’re entering the contest?

Jennifer: That’s the dream I’ve always had, to be the head cheerleader. Wish me luck, Greggy. Bye.

Greg: Bye.

(She hangs up. Greg hears his words to Marcia repeated in his head, about being fair and impartial.)

Greg: Wish me luck.

(The scene fades away.)

(The next scene is at Greg’s school. Greg comes out of the building and sees Jennifer.)

Jennifer: Hi.

Greg: Hi.

Jennifer: Glad I ran into you. I wanted to ask you something.

Grerg: Sure, about what?

Jennifer: Cheerleader tryouts. Not about the cheers or anything. I wouldn’t want to use our friendship that way, would I.

Greg: Of course not.

Jennifer: I thought I’d wear this to the tryouts. I picked blue because it’s your favorite color, Greggy. How do you think it looks?

Greg: I think it looks terrific.

Jennifer: I hoped you’d say that. Got to run, bye.

(Marcia comes up to him, angry.)

Marcia: Well, if it isn’t Mr. fair and impartial.

Greg: What’s that supposed to mean?

Marcia: You wouldn’t even watch me practice, but you can help her pick an outfit.

Greg: Marcia, do you think I’d vote for her because she’s ….

Marcia: Your girlfriend? Greggy.

Greg: She has just as much right to enter the contest as anybody.

Marcia: And even more, she’s just one sure vote.

Greg: Oh, come on, Marcia.

Marcia: Well, I got one constellation. There are three other judges. At least I’ve got a chance to win their votes fair and square.

(She storms off. Cut back to the house, where carol is still practicing golf, with Alice’s coaching.)

Alice: You’re doing just fine, Mrs. Brady. It’s not your fault the ball won’t co-operate.

(She hits the ball again but misses.)

Carol: Golf isn’t a game, it’s a form of torture.

(Bobby and Cindy come home from school.)

Bobby: Hi, Mom.

Cindy: Hi, Alice.

Carol: You kids are home from school already? (She looks at her watch.) My goodness, I had no idea it was so late.

Cindy: What are you doing?

Carol: Oh, I, well I was, trying to surprise your father by learning how to play golf. Ity’s a lot tougher than I thought.

Bobby (checking it over): It doesn’t look tough to me. All you have to do is hit the ball into that little thing.

Carol (nodding): Thta’s all.

Bobby: Can I try it?

Carol: Sure, be my guest.

(She hands him the club. Then looks confidently as Alice. bobby strikes the ball and it lands right in the hole. carol is very surprised.)

cindy: See, it’s not so tough.

(He hands Carol back the club. She hands Bobby his books and he and Cindy walk away.)

Carol: There goes what’s left of my ego. Here I’ve been trying to do this for hours. Bobby walks up, hardly looking, and just… (She tries again and this time succeeds. She gets excited) Ahh, I did it.

Alice: Mrs. Brady, I think you found the secret to golf. Don’t look.

(The next scene has Marcia coming in from practicing cheerleading.)

Marcia: Wow, am I beat.

Jan: You’ll probably be practicing in your sleep. What are you working so hard for?

Marcia: Because i’m fighting an uphill battle.

Jan: What do you mean?

Marcia: I mean Jennifer Nichols. She’s got Greg twisted around her finger so tight that he wouldn’t sneeze without her permission.

Jan: You’re kidding.

Marcia: No. You should’ve seen her at school this morning. I picked blue because it’s your favorite color, Greggy.

Jan: Greggy?

Marcia: My only chance now of getting an honest vote is by those three other judges.

Jan: Do you think Greg would vote for his girlfriend over his own sister?

Marcia: Jan, you don’t know anything about life.

(next, Carol is in the kitchen, drinking coffee and nervously awaiting Mike’s arrival home. Mike comes in.)

Mike: Hi honey, I’m home.

Carol: Hi.

(He kisses her an dnotices blisters on he rhand.)

Mike: Hey, what happened to your hand?

Carol: Blisters.

Mike: What have you been doing? Chopping wood?

Carol: Mike, I’ve got two surprises for you. first, I got these blisters trying to play golf.

Mike (laughing): You’re kidding.

Carol: I figured if you needed a partner, I’d be ready.

Mike (pleased): Oh, that’s sweet of you, that’s very sweet. What’s the second surprise?

(Carol sheepishly shows him one of his golf clubs.)

Mike: My five iron.

Carol: I did it while I was practicing. I’m sorry.

Mike: Oh, honey. Uh… (He checks it over.) Well, this will come in handy if I wanna shoot around the tree.

(He smiles then he kisses her. That evening, the boys are in their room sleeping. Greg, however, is awake thinking. Then he turns the light on.)

Greg: I got it!

(Peter and Bobby wake up.)

Peter: What happened?

Bobby: What’s the matter?

Greg: I figured out my problem with Marcia and Jennifer.

Peter: For that did you have to wake us up?

Bobby: We were fast asleep.

Greg: I got all worried about nothing. I’m the chairman o that committee. When the three judges pick the winner, I won’t even have to vote. I’m off the hook.

(Peter throws a pillow at Greg, who throws it back. The next day at school, a contestant just finishes her performance.)

Greg: That was fine. (The other judges clap) The next contestant is Pat Conway.

(Pat gets up to perform.)

(The judges clap again.)

Pat (very energetic): Ready gang, hit it. 1,2, tell me who are you. The bears. 3,4, tell me who’s gonna score the bears. 5,6, tell me who’s got the kicks, the bears, 7,8, tell me who’s really great, the bears, 9, 10, tell me who’s gonna win, the bears. Yay!!!!!

Greg: Thanks, Pat, that was great. The next one is Marcia Brady.

(Marcia gets up an dperforms.)

Marcia: Ready, and, 1,2, tell me who are you. The bears. 3,4, tell me who’s gonna score the bears. 5,6, tell me who’s got the kicks, the bears, 7,8, tell me who’s really great, the bears, 9, 10, tell me who’s gonna win, the bears. Yay, team!

Greg: Thank you, Marcia. The last contestant is Jennifer Nichols.

(Jennifer gets up.)

Jennifer: Ready, and, 1,2, tell me who are you. The bears. 3,4, tell me who’s gonna score the bears. 5,6, tell me who’s got the kicks, the bears, 7,8, tell me who’s really great, the bears, 9, 10, tell me who’s gonna win, the bears. Yay, bears!

Greg: Thank you, Jennifer. (She sits down) The judges will tally their scores. We’ll have a winner. May I have the papers please? (They hand him their votes) We have one vote for Jennifer Nichols, one vote for Marcia Brady, and we have one vote for Pat Conway. Looks like we have a three-way tie. In the event of a three-way tie the chairman decides it. That’s me.

(Cut back to the house. Peter an dJan are arguing as they walk down the steps.)

Peter: Baloney, I bet Greg voted for Marcia.

Jan: And I say he voted for Jennifer. You’ll see when he gets here.

Peter: Why should he vote for Jennifer instead of his own sister?

Jan: Peter, you don’t know anything about life.

(They see Carol and Mike playing golf in the kitchen. Mike helps Carol while she practices.)

Peter: Hey, Dad, is Mom getting any better?

Mike: She’s great as long as she keeps her eyes closed.

Carol: Aww.

(The kids leave.)

Mike: Honey, wait a minute. You have to relax your hips a little bit.

Carol: Oh, who cares if I’m good or bad? The lessons are terrific.

(They hug and Greg comes home.)

Greg: Hi.

Carol: Hi.

Mike: Hi.

Carol: Was the contest over?

Greg: yep.

Mike: What happened?

Greg: Well, it was a three-way tie. I had to cast the deciding vote. Of all the luck.

Mike: Jennifer?

(Greg shakes his head no.)

Carol: Marcia.

Greg: Nope, I voted for Pat.

Mike: Pat?

Greg: Pat Conway. I really thought she was the best. Now Marcia and Jennifer are both gonna hate me. (Marcia comes through the door) Here it comes.

Marcia: Hi, Mom, Hi, Dad.

Carol: Hi.

Marcia: Hi, Greg.

Greg: Are you still talking to me?

Marcia: Greg, I take back what I said. You have a lot more character than I gave you credit for.

Greg: You mean that?

Marcia: Yeah. You know, I would have liked to have won, but, Pat was the best, she deserved to win.

(She smiles and walks away.)

Mike: Hmm, doesn’t sound like she hates you.

Greg: Say, if Marcia isn’t mad, then Jennifer won’t be mad either. (She goes over to the phone) After all, Jennifer’s crazy about me. (He calls her and she answers) Hello, Jennifer, it’s Greggy. Say, Marcia understood why I voted for Pat and I’m sure… (He hears a clicking sound) Hello, hello. (He hangs up as Mike and carol look on) She, uh, hung up on me. You know, it could be…

Carol: What?

Greg: This may sound ridiculous, but it’s just possible that Jennifer was trying to use me to win that cheerleading contest.

Mike: Well I, guess that’s possible.

Greg: Yeah, that’s it. You can take it from me Dad. Because if there’s one thing I know about, it’s women.

(He walks away and Mike and Carol laugh. The scene fades.)

(The final scene has Greg and Mike returning from a golf game.)

Carol: Hi.

Greg: Hi.

Mike: Hi.

Carol: Well, did you have a good day?

Greg: Ah, best day I ever had on the golf course. Remember Dad, every Saturday from now on we have a date.

Mike: Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Carol: Boy, he must have had a greta score.

Mike: Never played worse.

Carol: Why all the enthusiasm?

Mike: Because of something he saw in the pro shop.

Carol: A new set of golf clubs? (Mike shakes his head no) A new golf bag.

Mike: Golf pro’s daughter. (He laughs) Blonde, blue eyes, and a figure…

Carol: yeah, yeah, come on. I’ll get you something cold to drink.

(They go into the kitchen. Greg puts his hat in the freezer and grabs an apple.)

Carol: Yep, it’s one thing he knows about. It’s women.


S4 E10 Goodbye Alice, Hello

Goodbye Alice, Hello

Written by Milt Rosen

Alice quits her job after a few misunderstandings with the kids, who believes she finked on them. Hope you enjoy the script.










KAY, Alice’s friend and temporary replacement

MR. FOSTER, manager of coffee shop

CUSTOMER at coffee shop

(The episode begins with Greg and Peter coming home, engaging in horseplay. They’re throwing their books to each other as in playing catch, but rather roughly. they enter the kitchen.)

Alice: hey, wait a minute, you guys. This is a kitchen, not a coliseum.

Greg: We’re just getting in a little practice, Alice.

Alice: yeah, well, wait a second. (she hands Peter a frisbee) is this yours?

Peter: No, it’s Bobby’s.

Alice: Well, tell him it won’t be if he doesn’t keep it out of the kitchen. Take it up to him.

Peter: Yeah, sure. (They head to the stairway) Greg, you take it.

(He throws it to him.)

Greg (throwing it back): Alice asked you to do it.

Peter: you do it. You’re older.

(He threw it to him again but Greg didn’t catch it. It went throught he window to the den and they heard a cracking sound.)

Peter: Oh, no, something broke.

Greg: I think we better go take a look.

(We see a glimpse of the den and the frisbee hit a lamp.)

Peter: Oh no, the antique lamp.

Greg: Mom’s gonna kill us.

Alice: Personally I don’t think you’re gonna get off that easy.

(The scene fades away.)

(The next scene has the guys picking the lamp up to try to fix it. Alice shuts the shutters on the windows)

Greg: Let’s get this on the table. (He puts Bobby’s frisbee down) I hope we’ll be able to fix it before Mom gets home.

Peter: I got some model airplane glue. It dries real fast.

Greg: Good deal. (He turns to Alice) Alice, not a word of this to anyone.

Alice: Fellas, I’m no squealer.

Peter: It’s real important.

Alice: My mouth is shut.

Greg: Thanks.

Alice: I better shut my eyes too.

Peter: What for?

Alice (slowly): Because if that lamp doesn’t pass inspection, I don’t want to see what your Mom’s gonna do to you.

(The next scene has the guys gluing the lamp together in their room.)

Greg: That does it. What do you think?

Peter: Great. Nobody will know it was broken.

Greg: Good. (There is a knock on the door) Who is it?

Bobby: It’s me, who do you think it is?

Peter: you think we can trust Bobby?

Greg: No way. He wouldn’t squeal, he’s too young though, he might let it slip. Let’s get this in the closet.

(Bobby continues to knock.)

Bobby: Hey, what’s with you guys? Let me in.

Greg: in a minute, Bobby. (He puts the lamp away and turns to Peter) Pretend like you’re studying.

(He and Peter grab their books and Peter gets up to his bed. Greg opens the door to let Bobby in.)

Bobby: what did you have the door locked for?

Peter: We’re studying.

Bobby: Since when are you guys so crazy about homework?

Greg: We just didn’t want to be disturbed, that’s all.

Bobby: Well, I just wanted to get my football.

(He heads to the closet but Greg quickly gets up.)

Greg: I’ll get it.

Bobby: Why?

Greg: Why not, I’m your brother. If you want your football, I’ll get it for you. (He take sit and give sit to Bobby) Go get ‘Em, Tiger. Sock it to them.

Bobby: But I need my helmet, too.

Peter: How would you like to use my helmet.

Bobby: Yours, you never lend me yours.

Peter: I will now. (He reaches in the closet for it and puts it on his head) Good luck in the game. You can adjust the straps. Have a great game, kid.

( Bobby leaves and Peter slaps his butt. Cut to outside, where Carol is coming home in her station wagon. Back upstairs, Peter and Greg are bringing the lamp back to the den. Back outside, Carol gets out of the car and heads into the house with a couple of boxes in her hand. She enters the kitchen.)

Carol: Hi, Alice.

Alice: Hi, Mrs. Brady.

Carol (exhausted): Oh, boy, were the stores crowded today. Anything new happen around here?

Alice: Nope.

Carol: That was a pretty fast nope.

Alice: Yep.

Carol: Okay. (She sees what Alice is cooking) Mmmm.

(She walks through the kitchen and puts the boxes down. She goes into the den while Alice looks on worriedly. Carol notices the glue on the lamp. She picks it up and finds that it was broken.)

Carol: Oh, no, no, Alice! Alice!

Alice (appearing at the door): Yes, Mrs. Brady.

Carol: Alice, did u come in here today?

Alice: Nope.

Carol: You’re sure.

Alice: Yep.

Carol: you’re beginning to sound like Gary Cooper again. Look!

(She points at the break in the lamp.)

Alice: Oh, my. How in the world do you suppose that happened?

Carol: that is what I’m trying to find out. Now, Alice, who was in here today?

Alice: Who? Well, it could be almost anybody. Hard to say.

Carol: Now look, Alice, this is very important. Please, now you always told me the truth befors, haven’t you?

Alice: Oh yes, ma’am, I’ve always told you the truth. The truth was something I have always told you. I’ve always told you the truth.

Carol: Now, look, Alice, I want to know how this happened, what happened, who did it, and why.

Alice: Is that a direct question? (Carol points at her) yep, that is a direct question.

(Next, Greg and Peter are up in their room with Bobby. They are angry at Alice for telling Carol.)

Greg: Alice is some friend.

Peter: Yeah, she said she’d keep her mouth shut. She sure opened it in a hurry.

Bobby: Maybe it wasn’t Alice’s fault.

Greg: Nobody else knew we broke the lamp.

Peter: Good old Alice, she costed me a week’s allowance.

Greg: What about me, my allowance is bigger.

(Alice knocks the door and comes in.)

Alice: Guys, I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry. I didn’t want to say anything.

Peter: Sure.

Alice: There was no way out of it. Now, I could lie to your mother.

Greg: Couldn’t you have just said nothing.

Alice: I tried. Honest I did, I really tried.

(The boys look at her in disbelief. She leaves the room.)

(We next see Carol in the family room She notices the stereo is stil playing.)

Carol: Alice, was anybody playing the record player last night?

Alice: Marcia, she must have played that new album of hers about 20 times.

(Next, we see Marcia in her room complaining to get sisters.)

Marcia: Wouldn’t you call that squealing? (Pause) All Alice had to do was turn off the record player.

Jan: Maybe she didn’t know the record player was on.

Cindy: Yeah, maybe she didn’t.

Marcia: Alice knows everything that goes on around here. Now I can’t use the stereo for a whole week. I never thought that Alice would turn into a squealer.

(Alice comes in the room.)

Alice: Hey, girls, I finally got it worked out. We’re gonna have the pillow cases match the sheets.

Marcia (sarcastically): Grand.

Alice: Ever since I washed the yellow cases with the blue sheets, I never had anything caught up. (She notices Jan reading) Jan. aren’t you supposed to be wearing your glasses while you’re reading?

Jan: It’s too much trouble.

Alice: Your folks said when you read, you wear them, remember?

Marcia: You better put them on or she’ll squeal on you too.

Alice (surprised): Squeal? Oh. You mean Peter and Greg.

Marcia: I mean me. You told Mom that I left the record player on all night.

Alice: I told what?

Marcia: You know what. Now I can’t use the stereo for a whole week.

Alice: Honey, I had no idea when she asked me who’d been using it and why she wanted to know.

Marcia: Sure you didn’t.

Alice: Honest, she just asked me a question and I answered it. (Marcia refuses to believe her) I’m sorry. (Jan and Cindy look at her with disbelief) No matter what I say nowadays, it turns out to be something I shouldn’t have said.

(She leaves the room. Next, she is in the kitchen and Bobby and Cindy come in, wearing robes.)

Bobby: We’re ready to go, Alice.

Cindy: The new people on the corner invited us over to swim.

Alice: Good. Find out if they have a housekeeper, maybe she’ll invite me over. Bobby, are you wearing your new trunks or those old ones with all the holes. (She opens the robes and sees that he’s naked underneath) Ahh, you’re not wearing your bathing suit, you’re wearing your birthday suit.

Bobby (protesting): They swim without clothes over there.

(She opens Cindy’s robe and the same thing.)

Cindy: We can’t wear any if they don’t wear any.

Alice: Who moved in down there, Adam and Eve?

Cindy: No, theyre the Bellfields.

Bobby: Their father’s a doctor.

Alice: He can’t have much of a practice if they can’t afford bathing suits. Now upstairs and suit up.

Bobby: Dr. Bellfields said the sun has lots of vitamins.

Alice: So does orange juice but you don’t go swimming in it. Come on, upstairs.

Cindy: Why can’t we go like this.?

Alice: You are not gonna swim in an X-rated swimming pool without your parents’ permission.

Bobby: But Alice.

Alice: No buts. Out, out, out, out.

(The next day, Alice is folding clothes in the kitchen and Jan and Peter come in from school.)

Alice: Hi kids, how was school today?

Peter: Okay.

Alice: You both had tests, didn’t you?

Jan: Yeah.

(Marcia and Jan followed them in.)

Alice: Hi.

Marcia: Hi.

Alice: Hey, I got some beautiful peaches today, you you want some?

Greg: No, thank you.

(They walk away and Alice fees ignored.)

(Cut to the backyard, where Bobby and Cindy are infixing something in the garage. Ali,ce is outside hanging up wash.)

Cindy: Can you fix it?

Bobby: Sure, it will be easy. (He tries but with no success) Her, it’s harder than I thought.

Cindy : Maybe Alice can fix it.

Bobby: We don’t want Alice doing us any favors.

Cindy: Yeah, you’re right. Greg and Peter said we can’t trust her anymore.

Bobby: Marcia and Jan said to the same thing.

Cindy: I guess Alice isn’t our friend anymore.

Bobby: Yeah, remember how we all used to like her?

(Unbeknownst to them, Alice is outside the garage watching them on the verge of tears, as the scene fades.)

(The next scene has Alice visiting her friend Kay. She tearfully speaks to her about her misunderstandings with the kids.)

Alice: Oh, I just don’t understand it, Kay. I don’t know how it happened between the kids an dme.

Kay: Don’t start crying again, Alice. The coffee is weak enough already.

(She gives Alice a tissue to wipe her eyes.)

Alice: I feel so awful.

Kay: Look, Alice, it’s not the end of the world.

Alice: We used to have such fun together. my last birthday, the boys, they made up this big card, like a diploma. They made me an honorary brother. And the girls made my birthday cake, it was just terrible. It was all dry, lumps of flower and the whipped cream was sour and the icing was runny and, (she starts to cry) I just loved it. (she bursts into tears) I had three pieces.

(Kay hands her some more tissues.)

Kay: Can’t you talk to Mr. and Mrs. Brady about this?

Alice: That, that’ll just make it worse for the kids. I mean, they’d resent me even more. Besides, I can’t make them order the kids to like me.

Kay: Alice, you made the worst mistake a housekeeper can make. That is getting too emotionally involved with the family. And I speak from experience. When I’m working, I just do my work. Getting too attached can break your heart.

Alice: That’s why I gotta leave right away. the sooner, the better. You gotta help me, Kay, I mean, as long as you’re not working right now, you can fill in for me until the Bradys find a regular housekeeper.

Kay: What excuse are you gonna give them for leaving?

Alice (crying): I don’t know. I’ll think of something.

Katy (handing her another tissue): Alice, are you sure this is what you want?

Alice: No, this isn’t what I want. But it’s what’s best and the sooner I leave the better.

(Alice cries a little harder and we cut to the next day when she tells Carol she’s resigning.)

Carol (shocked): Leaving? (Pause) Alice, I don’t know what to say.

Alice: Well, my Uncle Winston called me last night and I wanted to tell you right there and then I just couldn’t.

Carol: Alice, yeah I could tell you were upset about something.

Alice: You see, my Uncle Winston has this very nice dress shop but two days ago the woman who runs it for him just up and eloped. I’d be taking over for her.

(There is a long pause between her and Alice.)

Carol: Oh, that really sounds like a very good job, Alice.

Alice: I could earn quite a bit of money and then eventually I’d be partner. It’s really a terrific opportunity.

Carol: Well, you know we’d never stand in your way.

Alice: of course, it’s not just the money, it’s family. My uncle Winston, you know.

Carol: Ooh, Alice, of course I know. You’re like a member of our family. We all love you very much.

Alice: I love all of you too. I promised I’d leave right away.

Carol (shocked): But Alice, what am I gonna tell the children? They’ll be heartbroken. Couldn’t you stay until they come home from school and say good-bye?

Alice: I’ll write them a letter and give them a call. I really better get packed if I’m not gonna miss that plane.

(She starts to walk away.)

Carol: Alice, could I give you a hand?

(Alice leaves the room and Carol looks confused and upset. Cut to later on, when Kay is there taking over for Alice. Greg and Marcia come in from school.)

Greg (to Marcia): Well, you should’ve seen the look on Lester’s face when he found his sneakers filled with the shaving cream.

(She laughs.)

Kay: Hi.

Marcia: Hi. (She turns around and realizes the switch) You’re not Alice.

Kay: No, I’m not, I’m Kay.

Marcia: Hi.

Greg: Hello.

Kay: Hi.

Marcia: Where’s Alice?

Kay: Gone, and you are…

Marcia: Marcia. What do you mean gone?

Kay: Left. Packed up. Went. And you are…

Greg: Greg. Where?

Kay: Back home.

Marcia: For good?

Kay: Seems so.

Marcia: Alice took off like that? I can’t believe it.

Kay: You can believe it.

(There is a long pause.)

Greg: Thanks.

(Later on, the boys ar ein their room discussing the situation.)

Bobby: Gee, I never thought Alice would leave.

Peter: We were just ignoring her for squealing on us.

Greg: She didn’t even say goodbye.

Peter: She could’ve at least left a note.

Bobby: I guess she doesn’t like us anymore.

Greg: Well, if that’s the way she feels about it, it’s okay with me. Maybe she’s doing us a big favor by leaving.

Peter: You said it.

Bobby: Yeah.

(Cut to the girls’ room, where they are talking about the same thing.)

Marcia: Let’s look on the brightside, at least we won’t have to worry about being snitched on anymore.

Jan: Right. No more reports from Alice to Mom and Dad.

Cindy: I bet Kay’s not a snitcher like Alice.

Jan: Yeah.

Marcia: Maybe we’ll like he reven better.

Jan: We probably will.

Cindy: Sure.

(Next, Kay is setting the table and Bobby and Cindy come up to her.)

Bobby: Hey Kay, I bet you can’t work this puzzle.

Kay: Sorry, I don’t have time for puzzles.

(She walks away.)

Bobby (to Cindy): Alice used to bet with us all the time. Remember? She could never work the puzzles?

Cindy: Sure she could.

Bobby: She could not.

Cindy: She could too. (He punches his arm) She just wanted to make you feel good.

(Greg and Peter are outside playing basketball. Kay comes outsid eto hang up some wash/)

Greg: Hi, Kay. Hey, Kay, how about you and Peter against me 2 on 1?

Kay: Sorry, a housekeeper doesn’t play basketball, she keeps house.

Peter: But Alice used to play with us?

Greg (laughing): Yeah, in fact she used to crack me up the way she shot the ball. Watch this, Kay. She’d spread her legs real wide, right. (He demonstrates Alice’s play) Line it up. ( he takes a shot the way Alice did it,and he and Peter laugh.)

Kay: that was Alice, I’m Kay.

(She walks away indifferent. Cut to the girls’ room, where Marcia and Jan are enjoying a new record they got. Kay is in there putting stuff in their drawers.)

Jan: I got this one from Loretta, it’s really cute.

(She plays the record.)

Marcia; Hey wow, that’s really neat. Listen to that, Kay. Isn’t that greta for dancing/ Alice used to make up the craziest steps.

Jan: Oh, yeah, remember the one she called the mugwalk?

Marcia (laughing): oh, that was so ggod.

(Jan gets up and demonstarates. She and Marcia laugh.)

Kay: It looks pretty silly to me.

(That evening, Carol is watching television and knitting in the family room. Kay comes in with a cup of coffee.)

Kay: Mrs. Brady.

Carol: Oh, thank you, Kay.

Kay: If you don’t need me for anything, I’d like to get on home.

Carol: Alright, unless you want to stay and watch a little television with me. Alice used to do that every once in a while.

Kay: No thank you, Mrs. Brady.

Carol (laughing): I always ende dup watching he rprograms.

Kay: I have my own TV set at home. So if you’ll just excuse me. I’ll go get my things.

Carol: Oh, okay, good night, Kay.

Kay: Good night.

(She exits. Grega nd Marcia come in the family room.)

Carol: Hi kids, would you like to watch some TV with me?

Greg: Uh, no, Mom. We’d, uh, kind of like to talk to you.

(Marcia turns off the television.)

Carol: Sure, what’s up?

Marcia: We wanted to talk to you about Alice?

Carol: Alice? What about her.

Greg: Well, we think we know why she left and took the other job.

(Carol gives themn a stunned look.)

Marcia: it was our fault. All of us weren’t being very nice to her.

Greg: We sort of been giving her the cold shoulder treatment.

Carol: Cold shoulder?

Marcia: Well, we figured she wasn’t our friend anymore.

Carol: Why on earth would you think a thing like that?

Greg: Because she was squealing on us.

Carol (angry): Squealing on you?

Greg: Like with Pete and me breaking the lamp.

Marcia: And with me leaving the record player on.

Carol (sternly): For your information, young man, Alice didn’t squeal on you. I asked her to tell me what happened and I told her I wanted to know the truth. (Pause) And as for you (Marcia), she had absolutely no idea why I asked her about the record player, absolutely not.

Marcia: She said that, and I didn’t believe her.

Greg: We never wanted her to leave.

Carol: can you blame her?

Marcia: We’re sorry, Mom. We all want her back.

Carol: I’m afraid sorry won’t help. Sometimes when you push people too far, you just can’t bring them back again.

Greg: Come on, Marcia.

(They leave and Carol looks annoyed. They run into Kay in the kitchen.)

greg: Hi.

Marcia: Hi. I guess you heard.

Kay: Yes, I heard.

Greg: We didn’t mean we don’t like you, Kay.

Kay: I understand.

Marcia (to greg): We sure spread sunshine around.

(They go upstairs and Kay stands there with a bizarre look. The next scene has Peter and Jan coming home and see Kay in the family room.)

Jan: Hi.

Kay: Hey kids, strangest coincidence happened to me last night. I was visiting a friend, we had coffee I this restaurant, and guess who I bumped into.

Peter: Who?

Kay: Alice!

Jan (excitd): Alice?

Peter: Here in town.

Jan (emotionally): Where?

Peter: Tell us, please.

Kay: The Golden Spoon at Forrest and Oak.

Jan: Are you sure it was her?

Kay: Positive. There’s only one Alice.

Peter: You can say that again.

Jan: thanks, kay.

(She gives Kay a hug. Next, we see the café where Alice is employed as a waitress. We see Alice taking an order.)

Alice: Yeah, that’s 2 toasts and coffees. And one bacon, lettuce and tomato with coffee. Yeah, they will be right up

(She walks off and the kids all walk in the door. Mr. Foster the manager, greets them.)

GHreg: Six.

Foster: Six, right this way. (He shows them a table and they sit. He gives them all menus.) There we are, enjoy your food.

Marcia: Thank you.

(They see Alice walk by on the other side of the restaurant.)

Greg (to the other kids): There she is.

(Mr. Foster comes and gives them water. Alice comes over an dis more than thrilled to see them.)

Alice: Hi.

(The kids all say hi.)

Alice: I, I just got back to town. that other job I had didn’t work out. (She starts laughing.) this is a good job, though, good tips.

(Mr. Foster comes by.)

Foster: Alice.

(He points to a customer)

Alice: Oh yeah, be with you in a moment, folks. (to the kids) This is a very interesting job. I meet a lot of interesting people. (The kids congratulate her and tell her it’s great) Well, what are you doing around here anyway?

(They all ponder for an answer.)

Marcia: Well, we’re just passing by.

Alice (skeptical): Passing by?

Greg: Sure, on our way home from school.

(They all agree.)

Alice: That’s interesting, you all go to different schools.

Customer (to Alice): Miss, I’m in a hurry.

Alice: Oh yeah, I’ll be right there. (to the kids) Oh, how are the folks?

(The kids all say they’re greta. Mr. Foster comes to her.)

Foster (sternly): Alice, the customers are waiting.

Alice: I’m taking an order, Mr. Foster.

Foster (angry): Well take it, get a move on.

Greg: Oh, well, I guess we should order something.

Customer: Miss, do you mind?

Alice: One minute.

Peter: I guess I’ll have a glass of milk and a chocolate donut.

Alice (writing down): Milk, and aplain donut.

Peter: Chocolate!

Alice: Chocolate makes you break out.

(Mr. Foster comes up to her again, angry.)

Foster: Alice!

(He points to the other customer.)

Alice: Very nervous man. Bobby, will you stop drinking everybody else’s water? You won’t have any room for your food. Okay, who’s next?

Marcia: Oh, me. I’ll have a caramel fudge sundae.

Alice: One fruit cup. Too much caramel sundae makes too much Marcia.

Cindy: then I’ll have a caramel fudge sundae.

Alice: Good. Two fruit cups.

Jan (looking at the nenu): I don’t know what I want.

Alice: Well, don’t squint, Jan. Put your glasses on.

Jan: Thanks, Alice.

Greg: Alice, we’ve missed you.

Jan: We’re sorry for what we did.

Marcia: We didn’t mean to treat you that way.

Cindy: We love you, Alice.

Peter: We know you didn’t squeal on us.

Bobby: Honest, Alice.

(Alice grabs a chair and sits with them.)

Alice: You mean you really missed me? (They all agree and she grabs some tissues to dry her eyes) Every time I go by a telephone, I wanna phone you guys. The other day I took a taxi just to look at the house. You got no idea how much I missed you.

(Mr. Foster goes up to her. This time he is furious.)

Foster: Alice!

Alice: Oh, Mr. Foster, these are the bradys.

Foster: Marvelous, and these are the customers! They’d like a word with you if you don’t mind.

Alice: You’ve got no idea how much I’ve missed these kids.

foster: Perhaps I can arrange for you to spend more time with them. All day, if you get the point.

Alice: Right, right. (She gets up) Oh, thank you, Mr. Foster. (She hands him the belt to her uniform) Thank you so much. Come on kids, let’s go home.

(They all get up to go home.)

Foster: Wait a minute, where do you think you’re going?

Alice: I got my old job back, Mr. Foster, and I’m never gonna leave it again.

(The kids cheer her on and thye all leave as the scene fades away.)

(The final scene has Alice and Carol in the kitchen. They are talking and enjoying coffee.)

Carol: Oh, Alice, I can’t tell you how good it is to have you back.

Alice: I keep pinching myself to be sure I really am.

Carol: I really believed that story you told about your uncle Winston.

Alice: I may not be the greatest housekeeper in the world, but I’m a pretty good liar. (Carol laughs) By the way, did Kay work out all right?

Carol: Oh, Alice, she was fabulous. The house was always spotless. She realigned the kitchen covers. She ironed the clothes without a wrinkle. She vacuumed the drapes. Alice, wait till you hear this, she even dusted the garage. (She lauhs) You want to know something, Alice?

Alice: What?

Carol: It was one of the worst weeks we have ever had. (Alice laughs) Don’t ever do that again.

(She gives her a hug.)


S4 E9 Career Fever

Career Fever

Written by Adele Styler and Burt Styler

Greg writes an essay about architecture, causing Mike to believe he wants that as a career. Hope you enjoy the script.











(The episode begins with Mike coming home from work. Greg is upstairs doing homework and Marcia comes in to see him.)

Marcia: Greg, are you busy?

Greg: Just homework.

Marcia: Want to help me with mine? Geometry. (He takes a look at it) I really can’t see what good this is gonna do me later in life.

Greg: Geometry sharpens the mind. Makes you think.

Marcia: Huh, makes me think I’m stupid.

Greg: Let’s see where you went wrong here, dumbhead.

(Mike walks through the living room. He puts his briefcase down on the trunk by the stairway, then goes upstairs. He passes by the room, where Marcia notices an essay written by Greg.)

Greg: Hey, you got an A on this. The importance of choosing a career.

Greg: It’s just an English composition.

(Mike comes in the room.)

Mike: Hi, kids.

Greg: Hi, Dad.

Marcia: Hi.

Mike: What was that about choosing a career, son?

Greg: Oh, it’s just something I wrote for English class.

Mike: Oh yeah?

Marcia (reading): Skyscrapers are more than the concrete blocks and steel girders. Homes are more than the wood and the bricks in which they’re made. Modern buildings begin with the architect stream. My father is an architect, and as for me, I would like to become one too, and share in that dream.

Greg: Come on, Marcia.

Mike: Now, wait a minute. I’d like to hear this.

(Marcia continues to read): Architecture is an exciting career. It goes with the imagination of the architect.

Greg (sternly): Marcia.

Mike: I never knew you really wanted to be an architect. I thought it was just a summer job when you worked at the office last vacation.

Greg: Well, Dad, it doesn’t…

Mike: You know, I can talk to Mr. Philips for you this summer and I’m sure he’ll let you have a job. He’ll give you a real practical experience.

Greg: He would.

Mike: Would you like that?

Greg: Dad, the idea is…

Mike: Good, good. Consider it done.

(He happily walks out of the room.)

Marcia: Wow, you made Dad a happy man.

Greg: Yeah, isn’t it awful?

Marcia (surprised): Awful?

Greg: How’s he gonna feel when he hears the truth?

Marcia: What do they mean the truth?

Greg: Marcia, the only reason I wrote that stuff is because I couldn’t think of anything else. I don’t know what I want to be. Me, an architect.

(The scene fades.)

(The next scene has Mike and Carol enjoying coffee in the living room.)

Mike: Boy, honey, this coffee is great.

Carol: Boy, are you in a good mood tonight.

Mike: Yeah.

Carol: The lamb chops were great. The salad was great. the rolls were great. How come you didn’t say the salt and pepper was great?

Mike: Uh! I forgot, the salt and pepper was great. I don’t know, may be great. Oh, I’m so proud Greg wants to follow in my footsteps.

Carol: Listen, Mike, I’m just as proud as you are.

(Peter and Jan come running down the stairs.)

Peter: Mom, Dad, can we talk to you?

Mike: Yeah, sure kids.

Carol: Sure.

Jan: Well, it all started with Greg and his career.

Carol: Boy, that was the big topic at dinner tonight, wasn’t it.

Jan: Well, it started us thinking about our careers.

Peter: After all, I’m only two years younger than Greg.

Mike (excited): You want to be an architect.

Peter: No sir, suppose I was a better one than you are, Dad. I’d put you out of business.

(They all laugh.)

Mike (to Carol): That’s what I call real self center blocks. Well, have you decided on anything?

Peter: I’ll give you a hint. (He sits down) Dr. Brady wanted in surgery. Dr. Brady report to surgery.

Carol: Well, I’ll take a wild guess. A doctor.

Peter: Right.

Jan: And I want to be a nurse.

(Mike beams.)

Carol: A doctor and a nurse. I think that’s greta.

Jan: And we’re gonna cure all kinds of terrific diseases.

Mike (laughing): Boy, I feel sorry for the germs already.

Peter (to Jan): Come on. We got to get down tot he chemistry set and start some experimenting.

Jan: Yeah. (to the parents) See you later.

Carol: (calling): Not like last time! I don’t want some strange, hairy things growing in the refrigerator.

(Cut to upstairs. Marcia comes into Greg’s room to speak to him.)

Marcia: Greg, did you tell Dad last night?

Greg: No, I didn’t have the heart. He was so happy, I couldn’t say anything.

Marcia: You gotta let him know.

Greg: I know, but I got a better way than telling him. 9He gets up from his seat) I’ll show him.

Marcia: What do you mean?

Greg: take a look at this. (He shows her a drawing he made. She looks at it then turns it upside down) No, it was right the other way.

Marcia: It was?

Greg: Yeah, it’s not quite finished yet, but what do you think?

Marcia: Well. First tell me what it is.

Greg: That’s a modern house.

Marcia: Is that the driveway?

Greg: That is the moat.

Marcia (laughing): A moat? That is weird. Really weird.

Greg: Great, because that’s what it’s supposed to be. The new Greg Brady style is supposed to be weird. Really weird.

Marcia (laughing): I say it shows a fantastic lack of talent.

Greg: And that ought to do it. When Dad sees that, he’s got to say I don’t belong in the architect business. At least then I don’t have to disappoint them.

Marcia: That’s a terrific idea. A moat?

(She leaves the room. We next see Mike in the den. Greg comes in to show him his design.)

Greg: Busy, Dad?

Mike: No, son, come on in.

(Greg walks in.)

Greg; I made this drawing. Thought maybe you could tell me what you think.

Mike: Yeah, I’d be glad you. Here, let’s take a look.

(He sees athe drawing and gives a surprised look.)

Greg: What do you think?

Mike (nodding): Mmm hmm, mmm hmm. Well, I can think several things here.

Greg: is it any good?

Mike: Well, I don’t think it’s a (Pause) When you first start out, it isn’t really a question of good or bad. It’s a question of….

Greg: Isn’t that a great house?

Mike: A house? oh, yeah, yeah. (He laughs) this looks almost like a moat.

Greg: It is. (They laugh) I was trying for something different.

Mike: Well, I think you achieved that affect, all right.

Greg: Bet you never seen anything like it before.

Mike: No, never have. (He gets up and walks around while looking at it) Well, this is very interesting. yes.

Greg: You mean you like it?

Mike: Well, in any form of art, we look for potential. And this shows potential, and it shows an awful lot of hard work.

Greg (shocked): It does.

Mike: Yes, yes, you keep at it. And I’ll hang on to this and look it over more carefully.

(He sits down.)

Greg: Okay, thanks, Dad.

(He turns to walk out. Then turns around, then leaves. He shuts the door behind him and fumes at himself.)

(Later that night, Carol looks at the sketch and shares Mike’s negative attitude about Greg’s ability.)

Carol: Oh, poor Greg.

Mike: Yeah. I couldn’t tell him the truth. He was so excited about being an architect.

Carol: Oh, but Mike, do you think it’s right to encourage him?

Mike (getting up): You know, it’s his first effort. I don’t want him to lose his confidence. You know, maybe, maybe if he had the proper tools, and I gave him a drafting kit, and a book that would help him with his perspective.

Carol: Oh boy, does he need perspective.

(The next scene has Peter and Jan coming in with books )

Jan: Hi, Alice.

Alice: Where did you get all those books?

Peter: At the library. They’re medical books.

Jan: Every one of them has got pages and pages of terrific diseases.

Alice (sarcastically): Hmm, that sounds exciting.

Peter: A doctor’s got to know every disease in these books. If we wants to make people well.

Alice: I know an easier way to make them well. Tell them how much it will cost to be sick.

(They laugh. We next see Peter and Jan on the patio, studying their books.)

Jan: Listen to this one. Paracardial tampanade.

Peter: Paracardial tampanade? That sure sounds like a powerful disease.

Jan: It is. When you get that, you have to be rushed to the hospital and get operated on in minutes.

Peter: Fantastic. Write that one down. (He looks in his book as Alice comes out) Hey, listen to this one. Nasopharyngitis acute curidahul.

Jan: Wow, I’d hate to get that. What is it?

Peter: A cold with a runny nose. (Jan laughs) That’s the great thing about doctors, they can make anything sound awful.

Alice: How’s the research coming, Dr. Brady?

Peter: Fantastic. So far we got 14 fatal diseases, 7 semi-fatal ones, and a whole page of things that can put you in the hospital for at least a year.

Alice (sarcastically): That is a fun book.

(She bends over and then groans.)

Peter: What’s the matter?

Alice: Oh, just the old crique.

Jan: Quick, look up crique.

(They rush over to help.)

Peter: Where does it hurt? Point to it.

Alice: If I pointed to it, I’d break my arm.

Peter: We got to know exactly., Alice.

Alice: It’s about where the neck one connects to the backbone.

Peter: Nurse, diagram.

Jan (pulling it out): Here, doctor.

Peter: It’s too wide for your liver

Alice: Maybe I got my liver in the wrong place.

Jan: What other symptoms do you have?

Peter: I’m the doctor, and I’ll ask the questions. (to Alice) What other symptoms do you have?

Alice: Well, now that you asked, sometimes I get this pall right here.

(She reaches to her leg.)

Peter (to Jan): Write this one down.

Alice: And then I got a pain right here (her head) and a pain right here (her side).

Jan: You got some swell symptoms.

Alice (to Peter): Do you think it’s fatal, doctor?

Peter: Hmm, I’m not sure, Alice. But you oughtta look on the bright side.

Alice: Bright side?

Peter: Yeah, if it is fatal, you’ll never get it again.

(She laughs and gives Peter a playful slap, then her pain comes back. We next see Bobby and Cindy coming into the kitchen to see Alice.)

Cindy: Hey, Alice.

Alice: That’s me.

Bobby: You know, we already have two architects, a doctor and a nurse in the family.

Cindy: So we figured we better hurry up and pick out a couple of careers for us, too.

Bobby: Yeah, it’d be terrible if we grew up and didn’t do anything.

Alice (sarcastically): Yeah, the first thing you know, you’re 12 years old and no visible means of support.

Cindy: I’m gonna be a model. (She turns around and does the model walk.) They get to wear all those long dresses with ostage feathers and stuff.

Bobby: I’m going to be an astronaut. Probably the first man on Mars.

Alice: Probably.

Bobby: So from now on I better eat what they do, you know, all that powdered junk.

Alice (sarcastically): I’ll start crushing food in the morning.

Cindy; I think I better have a special diet, too, Alice.

Alice: How come?

Cindy: For modeling. I have to worry about keeping my figure.

Alice: Don’t you think you better wait till you got one?

(Cut to the living room, where Marcia is coaching Cindy. She shows her how to walk with a book on her head.)

Marcia:. See, that’s how you do it.

Cindy: It looks kind of silly.

Marcia: It’s supposed to teach you how to walk gracefully. (She gives it to Cindy) Come on, you try it. Turn around, balance it, stand up straight, go.

(Cindy walks but the book falls off her head.)

Cindy: Models must have flat heads.

Marcia: Just keep practicing. Now let’s see if you can make it all the way through the kitchen.

Cindy: That’s the hardest room of all.

Marcia: How come?

Cindy: I have to pass that cookie jar.

Marcia (laughing): Come on, keep your balance. Whoops.

(The book falls off Cindy’s head. Greg comes down the stairs.)

Greg: Marcia, I’ve made up my mind. I’m gonna have to do something drastic.

Marcia: Like what?

Greg: Tell him the truth. I’m just gonna have to walk up to Dad and say Dad, I don’t like it, I’m no good at it, and I just don’t want to be an architect.

(At this moment, Mike comes in the door.)

Marcia: Here’s your chance.

Mike: Hi, kids.

Marcia: Hi, Dad. I better go help in the kitchen.

(She leaves and Greg gives an annoyed look.)

Greg: Dad, there’s something I have to tell you.

Mike: As a matter of fact, I want to talk to you, too.

Greg: About that drawing.

Mike: That’s exactly what I want to talk to you about. You know, you’ve been working under a handicap. You remember these? (He shows him) Yeah, that’s my drafting kit I had put away sort of a keepsake, but they’re yours, now.

Greg: Mine?

Mike: Yeah, because the correct equipment can make all the difference in the work you do.

Greg: Oh, thanks, Dad.

Mike: And I want you to use my den and my drafting table whenever you feel like it. What do you think about that? (Greg tries to speak but is interrupted) You’re well on your way to being an architect. (He slaps his shoulder) How about that?

(Mike walks off.)

Greg: How about that?

(The scene fades.)

(The next scene has Greg in the den. He hears what mike said earlier in his head.

Greg (repeating): yeah, how about that?

(He gets up and paces. Cindy comes in with a glass of milk and cookies.)

Cindy (whispering): Mom said to give you these, but I’m not to disturb you, because you’re drawing something very important.

Greg: Thanks, Cindy.

Cindy: I’m not disturbing you, am I?

Greg: No. No, you’re not disturbing me.

Cindy: Because Mother told me not to disturb you.

Greg: it’s okay.

Cindy: Greg, can you ask you one more question without disturbing you?

Greg: What is it?

Cindy: How come you haven’t drawn anything?

Greg: Cindy, I got certain problems.

Cindy: Then I guess I better go. I don’t want to disturb you.

(She leaves and Greg stays there to ponder. Cut to the backyard, where Alice comes to hang some wash and Bobby is playing in the doghouse.)

Bobby: Hi, Alice.

Alice (looking around): Bobby.

Bobby: Yeah, hi.

Alice: Where are you?

Bobby: In here.

Alice: In here where?

Bobby: Here.

(He sticks his head outside. He has a space helmet on and a transistor radio.)

Alice: What are you doing in the doghouse?

Bobby: It’s not a doghouse right now. It’s an Apollo 57 space capsule. I’m getting myself in condition to be an astronaut.

Alice: You mean Astro mutt.

Bobby: Don’t tell anybody else I’m in here. I don’t wanna have any contact with Earth people.

Alice: Right. I’ll remove myself as soon as I finish hanging up this Earth laundry.

Bobby: I’ve got to get used to the loneliness of outer space.

Alice: Well, don’t spend so long in outer space. You’ll forget we’re having dinner at 6 sharp in inner space. Roger?

Bobby: Roger.

(Cut to the den. Greg is in their with Marcia and the drafting kit Mike gave him.)

Greg: If Dad hasn’t given me these beautiful tools. (Marcia hands him one) Now he’s expecting me to draw something terrific.

Marcia: Yeah, if you don’t come up with something now, he’s really gonna be disappointed.

Greg: I’ll say. (He gets up and paces) No, wait, that’s it.

Marcia: What’s it?

Greg: If after all this, if I were to come up with something even weirder, why, he’ll have to admit I’d starve as an architect.

Marcia: Hey, right. Think you can do worse than your last drawing?

Greg (laughing): If you think that one was bad, wait till you see this.

(He sits down to make another drawing nd Marcia laughs. Cut to upstairs, where a worried Peter is sitting at the desk.)

Peter: Oh, no.

(Jan comnes in the room.)

Jan: Peter, the stuff in the test tube hasn’t turned green yet. So I think that maybe… (she notices Peter’s face) what’s the matter?

Peter: Jan, I got terrible news.

Jan: What do you mean?

Peter: I’ve got an awful disease. I got (he looks up) ani, anti car… oh, it’s so terrible, I can’t even pronounce it.

Jan: Are you sure you got it?

Peter: Sure I’m sure. Look up the symptoms. Shortness of breath. Remember last week in school, when I had to run a mile? Remember how I couldn’t stop panting?

Jan: I remember.

Peter: And this. (demonstrating his hand) Sore finger joints. And I thought it was from playing baseball without a mitt on.

Jan: You mean it isn’t?

Peter: No. It’s from this terrible thing I got that I can’t pronounce.

Jan: Well, now that I look at you, you are kind of pale.

Peter: Oh, that’s the clencher. Facial discoloration, a lack of color.

Jan: It’s you, all right.

Peter: I’m cooked. I’ve got it.

Jan: Does it say how much time you got left?

Peter: It says here, about 6 months.

Jan: Well, is there anything you can take/

Peter: If I were rich, I could take a tour around the world.

Jan: I’d better break the news to Mom and Dad.

Peter: No, it’s my job. I’ll do it.

Jan: What will you say?

Peter: I don’t know. Maybe I’ll tell them to look on the brightside. After all, they still have 5 kids left.

(Mike and Carol are downstairs in the living room. Mike looks throught he window to his den.)

Mike (laughing, to Carol): Greg’s still in there working away?

Carol: I know, he’s been at it all afternoon. I’ve never seen him so intense about anything.

Mike: Well, I guess it was those drafting tools I gave him.

Carol: Can’t wait to see what he’s drawn, huh.

Mike: Oh, I can wait.

Carol: Oh, sure you can. Just like an expectant mother in her 10th month.

(Peter comes down the stairs. He then goes up to Mike and Carol.)

Peter: Hi.

Mike: Hi.

Carol: Hi.

(He stands there and starts at them. They both look up.)

Mike: You got something on your mind, Pete?

Peter: Me. Nothing Dad, not a thing.

(He continues to stare and they look up at him again.)

Carol: Peter, are you sure you don’t have something on your mind?

Peter: No, uh yeah, I mean, I feel just fine. I never felt better in my whole short life.

Mike: Yeah, well, we didn’t ask you how you felt.

Carol: What do you mean short life?

Peter: oh, nithing.

Carol: Peter, are you sure you’re all right? You’re not coming down with a cold, are you?

Peter: A cold, ha.

Mike: All right, Peter, spill it. You’re trying to tell us something.

Peter: Well, actually, I wanted (Pause) I wanted to ask you something.

Mike: Shoot.

Peter: Do you have to be 21 to write a will?

Carol (surprised): A will?

Mike (laughing): A will?

Carol: Peter, what are you worried about a will for?

Peter: Well, I’m not worried. It’s just that, for instance, that new skateboard I got. I just wanted to make sure it doesn’t end up in the wrong hands.

Mike: All right, Peter. What’s this all about? The truth now.

(Peter ponders, then he sits down and shows them th emedical book.)

Peter: It’s all here. (He opens the book) Page 95. The paragraph on the bottom. Brace yourself, Mom, Dad. It’s not gonna be easy.

(They look it up.)

Mike: You mean this? Anacardiaceae?

Peter: So tha’ts how you pronounce it.

Mike: Yeah, what about it?

Peter: It’s fatal, and I’ve got it.Carol: What do you mean?

Peter: Read.

(They read and then finally find something.)

Carol: Hey, Peter, wait a minute. You didn’t read this very carefully. There are two pages stuck together.

Peter: Huh?

Mike: You’ve gone from page 95 to page 98. You got the symptom of one disease and the diagnosis of another.

Peter: you mean, I haven’t got the fatal one?

Mike: Well, I doubt that very much. Well, the fatal one can only be contracted through the bite of the bandicoot or the hyena after having eaten the bark of certain trees in India and South Africa.

Carol: Have you been to India or South Africa lately?

Peter: Gee, what have I got?

Carol: Hmm, well, let’s see, if you’re suffering from anacardiaceae, that is the scientific name for poison ivy.

Peter (excited): Poison ivy?

Carol: That’s all it is, you’ll itch but you’ll live.

Peter (happy): Thanks, I better go tell my nrse!

(Later on, Carol and Mike are in their room and Greg knocks on the door.)

Greg: Can I come in?

Mike: Sure, Greg, come on in.

(He comes in the room with another drawing.)

Greg: Well, here it is. And Dad, those tools you gave me really made a difference.

Mike: Let’s take a look.

(He looks at it but can’t seem to mske a statement. He shows it to Carol.)

Greg: You hate it.

Mike: No, no, not at all.

Carol: Not at all.

Greg: You mean you think it’s good?

Mike: Well, I think it shows tremendous effort.

(Greg is out in the hall talking to Marcia.)

Greg: Tremendous effort. They said it showed tremendous effort. I can’t believe it.

Marcia: Greg, you got no choice. No matter how much it hurts Dad, you goitta tell him.

(Cut to the bedroom, Mike and carol ar eless than pleased.)

Carol: He’s hopeless as an architect, isn’t he.

Mike: Honey, let’s face it. What we have here is Frank Lloyd Wrong.

Carol: You know, I think you oughtta tell him the truth, no matter how much it hurts.

(Greg knocks.)

Greg: Can I come in again?

Carol: Sure, Greg, come in.

(He comes in and he and Mike start talking at the same time.)

Greg: Dad, let me say this. I just don’t want to be an architect, no matter how much you’d like it, I’m sorry, but, that’s the way it is.

Mike: You don’t?

Greg: No.

Mike: Greg, just because I’m an architect doesn’t mean you have to be an architect.

Greg: I don’t?

Mike: No.

Carol: Honey, your father and I want you to be what you want to be.

Greg: What a relief.

Mike: Yes it is.

(Greg sits down with them.)

Greg: Dad, I shouyld’ve leveled with you in the first place.

Mike: Well, I guess I should’ve leveled with you too, son. Those drawings you made were, were, were, pretty.

Greg and Mike in unison: Bad.

Carol: Well, thta’s funny, I didn’t think they were bad at all. (They look at her with surprise) I think they’re the worst things I’ve ever seen in my life.

(She throws them at him and Mike playfully slaps Greg and he falls to the floor. The scene fades.)

(The final scene has Alice leaving for the market and Bobby and Cindy catch up to her.)

Cindy: Oh, good, you didn’t go shopping yet.

Alice: Did you want to add something to the list?

Bobby: We sure do.

Alice: ok, shoot.

Cindy: Marshmallows, donuts, pretzels.

Bobby: Caramel corn, peanuts, popcorn, a bottle of cherries, potato chips.

Cindy: and some of those loops.

(Alice gives her signature whistle.)

Alice: Wait a minute, how do you expect to eat all that and still be an astronaut and a model?

Bobby: Oh, we’re through with all that.

Cindy: We decided to have more sensible careers.

Alice: Oh, like what?

Bobby: I’m going to be a professional football player, but I have to be real heavy.

Alice (to Cindy); And you?

Cindy: I’m going to be a lady wrestler. Chocolate pudding.

Bobby: Vanilla and strawberry ice cream.

9They mention a few other sweets.)

Alice: Splendid, now what would you like for dessert?

(They laugh.)