♪ Sunday, Monday, happy days ♪
♪ Tuesday, Wednesday,
happy days ♪
♪ Thursday, Friday, happy days ♪
♪ The weekend comes,
my cycle hums ♪
♪ Ready to race to you ♪
♪ These days are ours ♪
- ♪ Happy and free ♪
- ♪ Oh, happy days ♪
♪ These days are ours ♪
- I Share them with me I
- S Oh, baby I
♪ Good-bye, gray sky,
hello, blue ♪
♪ There's nothing can hold me
when I hold you ♪
♪ It feels so right
it can't be wrong ♪
♪ Rocking and rolling
all week long ♪
(organ solo plays
over rhythmic handclaps)
♪ Sunday, Monday, happy days ♪
♪ Tuesday, Wednesday,
happy days ♪
♪ Thursday, Friday, happy days ♪
♪ Saturday, what a day ♪
♪ Groovin' all week with you ♪
♪ These days are ours ♪
- ♪ Share them with me ♪
- ♪ Oh, happy days ♪
♪ These days are ours ♪
- I Happy and free I
- S Oh, baby I
♪ These happy days
are yours and mine ♪
♪ These happy days are yours ♪
♪ And mine, Happy Days! I
Happy Days is filmed
before a studio audience.
♪ Too late, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Too late, ooh, ooh... ♪
Guys, my parents said
they'd go for it.
I can move out.
We can get an apartment!
- Oh, terrific!
- Okay, where would it be?
The Three Musketeers ride again.
Heck yeah!
The Three Musketeers!
- Cute, Al. Cute.
- G reat.
- Let's find an apartment.
- Right.
Well, getting
your own apartment, huh?
: : , --] : : ,
- Yeah.
- Okay.
I can still remember
my first place.
Big bed, mirrors on the ceiling.
Mirrors? It must have been
pretty wild.
No, I hardly got any rest.
All night long,
I kept peeking up in the mirror
to see if I was asleep.
Neato story, Al.
Let's find an apartment.
Here's a couple of places.
: : , --] : : ,
Somebody named Crash
been looking for me?
: : , --] : : ,
Crash? You're meeting somebody
by the name of Crash
here in my unbroken-up
restaurant?
Just relax now, Al.
When Crash gets in here, just
say I'll be right over there.
Nice. Very, very nice,
but you're Thursday.
- Oh, hey, Fonz.
- Fonz!
- Hey.
- Fonz, guess what?
- We're gonna be getting
an apartment of our own. -Yeah.
Yeah, Fonz, you know, a place
where we can operate
with a lot of belle femmes.
- Yeah.
-(chuckles)
Oh, that's terrific, Malphie.
I hope they have
some special closets
for your rubber noses.
Fonz, we're really desperate.
Couldn't you help us
find a place?
Hey, the Fonz does not dabble
in real estate.
Cars and chicks, you understand?
Cars and chicks.
Now, you get in touch
with my cousin Chachi,
'cause he's got info
on everything.
Hi, Fonz.
FONZIE:
Hey, Crash.
Crash, you k*ll me.
I wouldn't mind crashing
into her sometime.
(Potsie laughs)
I love her bumpers.
Hey, Al, have you seen Chachi?
Yeah, Fonzie's letting him
use his office.
- I'll go get him for you.
- POTSIE: Great.
Hey, Chachi?
Front and center.
The guys want you.
CHACHI:
Hey. guys.
Have I got a deal for you.
Chachi's sweater bonanza.
Cashmere sweaters
made of genuine Orlon.
No, no. No sweaters.
We're looking for an apartment.
- For $ a month or less.
- Right.
For less, you can live
in this bag.
Well, $ , that's it.
- I got just the apartment.
- Yeah, right.
Oh, sure, except we don't
want one made out of Orlon.
We don't want just anything.
- Yeah, we're looking
for someplace special. -Mm.
Does it have its own bathroom?
Are you kidding?
Sure, it's got a bathroom.
- That's the one.
- Let's go. Let's go.
CHACHI: Wait till you see it.
You won't believe it.
It's got everything
you ever wanted.
- Reversible doorknob.
- Ah.
This is all right!
It's big, Pots.
Just what we wanted!
- All right, guys?
- Great. Yeah.
Modern kitchen,
walk-in closets,
Southern exposure.
You'll wish you grew up here.
- It's great. -It's better
than my room at home.
Yeah, it's nice, Chachi.
Were there any survivors?
Hey, watch what you say
about this place.
- My mother's the landlady,
you know. -All right.
: : , --] : : ,
All right.
A pay telephone
in the living room?
Look at the bright side, Pots.
No phone bills.
Oh, boy.
There's a bathroom
that should be outside.
Hey, will you tell me one thing?
Why did they paint
the kitchen orange?
Well, it matches the radiator.
Right, Rich.
It's orange. Color-coordinated.
Matches our hair, too.
It's us.
Come over here.
Look in there.
Oh.
Good size closet.
Uh, that's the bedroom, Ace.
Water heater in the bedroom?
: : , --] : : ,
Don't knock it.
It keeps it warm.
- Good point.
- Keeps warm.
- Oh. -And if you want it cool,
follow me.
There's the air conditioner.
On, off.
It didn't move.
It moves when you pay the rent.
Well, at least we got a window.
Oh, yeah. Rich,
it's got everything.
- Fresh air.
- Look, a view.
(cat mewing)
There's nothing in these.
I already checked.
The view talks.
What is this,
another modern convenience?
Hey. hey. guys.
we got a garbage disposal.
All you got to do is
shove the stuff
out the living room window.
L-I just don't know
about this place.
Ah, Rich, I really love it.
It's got that...
that lived-in feeling.
(piano playing upbeat music,
tap dancing)
What's that?
That's the dancing
Drinkwater twins--
Maisy and Daisy.
Fun girls.
(piano playing, tap dancing)
Hear that, Rich?
Maisy and Daisy, right upstairs.
Fun girls.
Any more girls?
Oh, it's all chicks.
Couple of stewardesses
in the back,
three co-eds down the hall.
And in H,
there's this cheerleader.
Wah, wah, wah!
We'll take it!
Hey, Potsie, wait.
Got to look around
a little bit.
Ah, come on, Rich!
: : , --] : : ,
Oh, look, he said
we had a modern kitchen.
: : , --] : : ,
Well, look. You got the sink
over there.
Way over here
on the other side of the room,
we got a refrigerator.
The whole apartmenfs...
And, uh...
opens from both sides.
Look, you guys discuss this
among yourselves.
I'm not pushy.
You got five minutes.
- POTSIE: I love it!
You guys decide. -RICHIE: Guys,
it-it's... it's not that it's,
uh, it's not a nice apartment,
but, you know, somehow,
I just visualize something else.
L-I just pictured
a place that...
that had furniture.
You want furniture?
Go back home.
Hey, the kid's right.
I got a TV there, a couch, sofa.
I got my own bed.
Home? Are you kidding, Rich?
Do you want to hide
your Esquire under your bed
the rest of your life?
No. You're .
It's time to cut the cord.
Think of your freedom, Rich.
Independence.
The Drinkwater Twins.
Our own stewardi.
Well, you're right,
but this place is such a...
Why, I mean, you just look
at this place, and it's so...
Okay, Rich, so it's not perfect.
But it'll be ours.
We'll fix it up.
Yeah, we'll fix it.
Rich, I'm having a vision.
I can see it now.
Picture this, Rich.
The place is all cleaned up.
There's pictures, pennants,
new furniture.
Look, Rich,
Pots and I here--
we'll make this a place
Errol Flynn would envy.
Right.
Well, you know,
the price is right.
- Can't be b*at.
- It's terrific.
Cheap, cheap.
Okay, I-l think
we can fix it up.
- All right!
- All right, buddy, okay!
We should meet
a stewardess in H.
- Oh, great!
- Hey, keep it down.
The cheerleader will be
down here with her pom-poms.
- POTSIE (laughing): Yeah.
- Wah, wah, wah.
Yeah.
Okay, we're gonna
take this place.
Oh, great.
I'll tell my mom.
- Yeah.
- Oh, and one more thing.
I need two months rent,
plus a cleaning deposit.
Comes to bucks.
We only got $ .
You got it.
Well, guys, this is it.
Wah, wah, wah.
Ugh. Well, this is
the last suitcase.
Joanie, did you pack my records?
Yeah, they're in the car.
Even the Elvis?
I'll go get them.
(chuckles)
Got to watch her like a hawk.
Well, I'm gonna take this
out to the car now.
Oh.
- Dad?
- HOWARD: Marion!
Oh, yeah, well...
Thanks.
Well, just seems like yesterday
that we were potty-training him.
Oh, Howard, talk to him.
He's just too young to be
moving away from home.
Well, if you wanted him
to stay home,
you should have never
potty-trained him.
Well, Howard, had I known
at the time, I would...
Oh, good, you're back.
Yeah.
- Well, guess that's it.
- Oh.
I'll be leaving
as soon as Joanie gets down here
with the records.
Now, what are you gonna do
about meals?
And who's gonna do your laundry?
Oh, that's no problem.
Ralph's gonna do the cooking,
and, uh, Potsie's gonna
take care of the laundry.
I'm being replaced
by Ralph and Potsie.
Well, you can still cook
for me, Marion.
Oh, Howard, you'll eat anything.
Thank you, sweetheart.
Well, here are all your records.
Oh. Thanks.
Bye, Rich.
Oh. Bye, Joanie.
: : , --] : : ,
Oh, look at your poor sister.
: : , --] : : ,
She's gonna miss you.
Are you kidding?
She already moved into my room.
Yeah. The escape tree's
right out the window.
Well, that's coming down
first thing in the morning.
(Richie chuckles)
Well, Richard,
you're a young college man now,
and you've got your own place,
so you're gonna learn
how to behave
like a responsible adult.
It'll be a good experience
for you.
Boy, I hope he has
a better speech when I move out.
Oh.
I'll have it written for you
first thing in the morning.
Come on, Rich.
I'll walk you to the car.
- You lucky dog!
-(Richie chuckles)
Oh, Mom, got to go.
-(Richie laughs)
- Okay.
See you, son.
Enjoy your place.
- Oh, thanks, Dad.
-(car horn toots)
Well, the Two Musketeers
are waiting for me.
I'll see you real soon.
- When?!
- Marion!
Oh, you-you be sure
to write to us!
-(engine revving)
- He's just moving across town.
(car drives off)
Well... it will be
an adjustment,
but it's something that
all parents just have to face.
Yeah. I'm gonna miss him.
We're buddies, you know,
like you and Joanie.
We always talk things over.
We did things together,
went places together.
Oh, Howard.
Who am I gonna
watch TV with, Marion?
It's not gonna be any fun
watching the Green Bay Packers
play all by myself.
Well, I'll watch.
I love basketball.
POtsie?!
(muffled):
I'm brushing my teeth!
What?
I'm brushing my teeth!
I said, I'm brushing my teeth.
RALPH:
Again?
I need help in here.
(whistling)
I'm working over a hot stove,
and he's whistling.
Well, Malph,
how do they look tonight?
(sighs)
Great, Pots, great.
Like a string of pearls
glistening on a sea
of coated tongue.
Thanks.
- You like brushing?
- Yeah.
Brush some pots and pans,
will you?
Again? I just did them
this afternoon.
Well, you're gonna have
to do them over.
I made mashed potatoes.
(Potsie sighs)
Who uses ten pots
to make mashed potatoes anyway?
Why don't you just make instant?
Hmm, good idea. Maybe next time.
Oh, later. I'll just put these
in the oven.
I mashed a lot of potatoes.
Well, at least we won't be
having TV dinners again tonight.
Not this time, Pots.
I'm going all out.
Pot roast, mashies, a vegetable.
And what's wrong
with my TV dinner?
It's frozen on one side
and burnt on the other.
It's like eating
a charcoal Popsicle.
Well, how am I supposed to know
you don't cook them
on top of the stove?
Read the directions.
The directions b*rned up
in the fire!
That's what you get
for using lighter fluid
on the cherries jubilee.
- Okay. Okay, Warren...
- Yes?
- I'm gonna be honest with you.
- Okay.
I'm sick and tired
of you making fun of my cooking.
You're not perfect, you know.
I saw the laundry.
What's wrong with the laundry?
What-What's wrong
with the laundry?!
What's wrong with the laundry?
Notice anything different?
I knew you'd say something.
Say something?!
How can I not say something?
You gave me a wardrobe
like Peter Pan!
Boy. Boy, are you picky.
Everything we own is green!
Don't you know not to wash
dark clothes with whites?
It'll be easier now.
We don't have any more white.
(shrieks)
Put this stuff away, will you?
Better yet, pile them up
in the corner.
We can tell people it's a bush!
: : , --] : : ,
Look, don't tell me what to do.
: : , --] : : ,
You dumped them,
you put them back.
- Fine, fine,
- Good.
Was that my shirt?
Well, it wasn't mine
or Richie's.
- Oh.
- Hmm.
(whistling)
How do you like that?
- I loved it.
- Good.
It was your shirt.
(laughing)
Okay. That's it.
I've had it. Put 'em up!
Okay, Pots,
I've been waiting for this
ever since we moved in here.
Now, t-tonight you're gonna be
brushing your gums!
Oh. yeah?
Hey, hey! You guys at it again?
- Now, break it up! -Come on,
Rich. Let me... let me at him!
I want to rip every freckle
out of his face! Come on, Rich!
- Knock it off!
- Let him go! Let him go!
Hey, will you cool it?
Man.
We went through a lot
to get this place.
We had to argue with our parents
to get their permission.
I didn't.
Yeah, but... but, look,
we all wanted
to move in here together, right?
N-Now, we all got
our little personality quirks
that are gonna bug us.
So we're gonna have to just try
and live with those things.
We got a problem, we got
to just talk it out, okay?
(chuckles)
Oh, come on.
We're best friends.
Ralph, Potsie and Richie.
The Three Musketeers.
Peas in a pod!
We're more like peas than you
know; get a load of the laundry.
Green?
Green laundry?
Potsie!
Green is nice.
- I like it.
- What do you mean you like it?
No, no. Now, look,
I-l realize that, uh,
all of our-our laundry
is green--
I never wear green--
but-but that's all right.
That's all right.
We've got to just...
talk it out.
All right. All right.
We'll talk.
Potsie, now, you know we've been
friends for a long time,
so I know you won't take this...
criticism as anything personal.
Well, not when
you approach criticism
on an adult level like that.
What is it?
You brushing your teeth all
the time, Pots, I can't take it!
Day and night! Up and down!
It's like living
with the tooth fairy!
You just wish you had checkups
like mine!
Oh, yeah?
Your teeth are crooked!
Bite your tongue!
Hey, hey! Peas! Peas in a pod!
So, what's for dinner tonight?
Guys, do I set a table?
Okay, boys, dig in.
(piano playing upbeat music,
tap dancing)
Hey, this is great.
We even get a floor show.
Green sauerkraut?
What happened? Did it get
mixed up with the laundry?
Funny, Rich.
No, the cookbook said to serve
a cheery-looking meal.
Sauerkraut is dull.
I added vegetable dye.
Will it stain my teeth?
- I don't care about your teeth!
- Hey, hey, hey, Ralph.
Ralph, take it easy, okay?
Just take it easy.
I'm... I'm gonna
slice the meat now.
That's-that's not the meat.
That's the gravy.
You got to slice the gravy?
Petrified gravy.
Ralph, get a grip. Get a grip.
Now-now, can we eat?
All right.
L-I think I'm gonna pass
on the, uh...
the sliced gravy.
AW, Why?
Because we hate your cooking,
Malph.
You even make gravy
that stands up.
That did it, Pots.
You want to cook?
Here, you cook!
- Anything's better than you,
Malph! -Yeah, right...
Anything in the world
is better than you, Malph!
- Let me tell you.
- Will you guys knock it off?!
Oh, hi, Fonz, Al.
You seen Potsie around anywhere?
I know. I know, I know.
Don't say it.
I heard all the green jokes
on the way over here.
: : , --] : : ,
Did anybody say,
"Hey, a redheaded frog"?
How about, "Does your outfit
change color when you get ripe?"
- Uh, no.
- You see that?
You haven't heard them all.
Don't get cocky with us.
All right, now,
what are you so frazzled about?
- Oh, it... it's nothing.
- Here, here. Come on. Sit down.
Here. Let me take this back.
Maybe the meat fell out
in the kitchen.
Ha, ha, ha, ha.
Cunningham, that was not
one of your more positive
"ha, ha, ha, ha"s.
It's the pad.
It's-it's just not working out.
Look at me.
I'm not getting any sleep.
Like, last night,
the Drinkwater twins,
they kept me awake
half the night.
The Drinkwater twins.
lam proud of you, Red!
Oh...
Now-now, wait a minute.
I mean, now I understand
why you look so terrible,
but what a way to go!
No, Fonz, see, uh,
they were dancing over my head.
You're getting
very strange, Rich.
No, it's-it's not the twins.
It's... it's Ralph and Potsie.
-(chuckles)
- They're driving me crazy.
They're like
The Katzenjammer Kids.
Arguing, they are
always arguing.
And Ralph-- he cooks, right?
I got to use his gravy
as a paperweight.
And Potsie-- he's the worst.
He sings himself to sleep.
Do you know
how many stanzas there are
to "Row, Row, Row Your Boat"?
And he sings both parts!
Now, the mornings,
the mornings are incredible.
Ralph cooks the corn flakes.
Potsie-- he spends an hour
in the bathroom.
What's he do in there,
brush his teeth one at a time?
(chuckles)
Yes, one at a time!
Front and back.
I... l-l don't know, Fonz.
I just... thought it was
gonna be different somehow.
(sighs)
It-It's probably me.
Hey. Get over here.
Don't you dare blame yourself.
People are different.
You could be best of friends
and you can't live together.
Hey, you really think so?
I know so.
Yeah, well,
I'm gonna have to move.
How do you think
I ought to tell them?
You know,
they're my best friends,
and-and I don't want
to hurt their feelings.
Well, Rich, you're not
a bunch of kids anymore.
You're adults, right?
There's no need to make up
little stories,
no need to
just b*at around the bush.
You got to tell them
straight out, dig it?
Straight out.
Yeah. I suppose I could.
Yeah. Listen, I'm gonna go
and pick up my truck,
-bring it around, help you move,
all right? -Oh, thanks, Fonz.
You know, you're right
about that.
I can just tell them
straight out. I-I'm an adult.
An adult dressed
like a bell pepper.
Now, you see that?
Now, there's one I bet nobody
ever heard of, bell pepper.
Get out of here.
RALPH: Wh-Why should your name
be the first one on the mailbox?
POTSIE: 'Cause I wanted
the apartment first.
No, I should go first.
Alphabetically,
"Malph" comes before "Weber."
Yeah, but "Potsie"
comes before "Ralph."
Will you guys can it?
You should see
where we put your name.
I don't care. I-l got something
important to tell you.
sh**t, Rich.
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Well, I'm, uh...
: : , --] : : ,
gonna be moving out today.
- Is it Ralph?
- Me?!
It's probably you with your
teeth-brushing, right, Rich?
No, no, it wasn't Potsie.
And it wasn't you, Ralph.
It was the two of you together.
I mean, the way you argue.
It's just...
Well, it reminds me of the way
Joanie and I
used to go at each other...
Well, it...
And it-it made me, uh...
homesick.
That's it.
I'm just... I'm homesick.
No kidding?
Gosh, we're gonna miss you.
Yeah, I'm gonna miss
you guys, too.
Well, maybe in a year or so,
-you'll be adult enough
to come back. -Yeah.
- Adult enough?
- RALPH: Yeah.
Hopefully.
Uh, I-l just hope
I'm not leaving you in a bind.
- Oh. No, that's all right, Rich.
- Good.
- Hey, Pots, we're gonna have
to pay more rent now. -Hmm?
Aw, that's okay.
My dad will pay anything
to keep me out of the house.
How 'bout that, Pots?
Just the two of us now.
Yeah. Two Musketeers.
Ralph and Potsie.
Right. pal!
Come on, buddy. Let's go up
and see the Drinkwater twins.
Okay. I love that Maisy.
No. N-No, Maisy's mine.
You got Daisy.
Wait a minute,
Maisy's better looking.
What do you mean?
They're identical twins.
She's got better teeth.
Better teeth.
I was gonna knock, but I didn't
think the door could handle it.
Hi, Fonz.
So, did you tell them?
Oh, Y-Yeah, yeah.
Well, sure.
Kind of hard growing up,
ain't it?
Well, yeah.
I lied.
I didn't want to hurt
their feelings, so I, uh...
told them I was homesick.
Now, wait a minute, Red.
That ain't lying.
You didn't lie.
Seems to me what you were being
there was, uh,
very, uh, United Nations,
you know?
Very diplomatic.
You wanted to save
your friends' feelings, man.
That's cool. That ain't lying.
Yeah, now let's get out of here.
We could grab your bags.
Where's your furniture?
Oh, well, this is all I got
right here.
This is very cute, Rich,
very cute.
But little red elephants
do not ride in the Fonz's truck.
Oh.
Yeah. Well, maybe I'll just,
uh, leave this here.
- Ralph likes it anyway.
- Yeah.
All right, give me this.
Oh. Thanks.
I'll tell you something.
I'm... I'm gonna miss
this place.
Had a lot of good times here.
Name one.
Hey, you're right.
Let's b*at it.
Arrivederci, dump-amundo.
♪ These happy days
are yours and mine ♪
♪ These happy days are yours ♪
♪ And mine, Happy Days! I
♪ Good-bye, gray sky,
hello, blue ♪
♪ There's nothing can hold me
when I hold you ♪
♪ It feels so right,
it can't be wrong ♪
♪ Rocking and rolling
all week long ♪
♪ These days are ours ♪
- ♪ Happy and free ♪
- ♪ Oh, happy days ♪
♪ These days are ours ♪
- I Share them with me I
- S Oh, baby I
♪ These happy days
are yours and mine ♪
♪ These happy days are
yours and mine, Happy Days! ♪
05x07 - The Apartment
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Set during the 1950's, the series revolves around teenager Richie and his family who owns a hardware store and Fonzie, who would eventually become Richie's best friend.
Set during the 1950's, the series revolves around teenager Richie and his family who owns a hardware store and Fonzie, who would eventually become Richie's best friend.