05x24 - Do You Want to Dance?

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♪ Thursday, Friday, happy days ♪

♪ The weekend comes,
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♪ Ready to race to you ♪

♪ These days are ours ♪

- ♪ Happy and free ♪
- ♪ Oh, happy days ♪

♪ These days are ours ♪

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- S Oh, baby a'

♪ 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,
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♪ Thursday, Friday, happy days ♪

♪ Saturday, what a day ♪

♪ Groovin' all week with you ♪

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- ♪ Share them with me ♪
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♪ These days are ours ♪

- I Happy and free I
- S Oh, baby a'

♪ These happy days
are yours and mine ♪

♪ These happy days are yours ♪

♪ And mine, Happy Days! ♪

Happy Days is filmed
before a studio audience.

Joanie, we're going
to Parent-Teacher Day

and talk to your teachers.

Fine, but you don't have
to believe everything they say.

You're not trying to hide
something from us,

are you, sweetheart?

No. I'm doing the same fantastic
work I've always done.

I don't care what
my geometry teacher says.

Well, we'll try
and keep that in mind.

Bye-bye, Richard.

Good luck, son.

Oh, thanks, Dad.

I'll be the one
who needs the luck.

(chuckles)
Oh, that Lori Beth's cute.

Not cute when she ties
my shoes together like this.

- Hey, Richie.
- Oh, hi, Fonz.

How ya doing?

Listen...

I just, I'm returning your
parents' albums right here.

They lent them to me, all right?

- Yeah. Fonz...
- You tell 'em.

...you gonna come down

and see the kid tear 'em up
tonight?

Oh! Intramural action
at its finest.

Hm!

No.

Oh.

I'm going down
to the ballet studio.

Oh, to pick up Colleen?

Okay, I got an idea, Lori Beth's
down there, too.

Pick 'em both up,
bring them all to the game.

Oh, it's gonna be
a terrific one, Fonz--

playing for first place.

No.

See, Richard,
Colleen and I got other plans.

Oh.

-(car horn honks)
- I better get going.

You know, I'll tell you
something.

I can't tell you how classy this
chick is, my little ballerina--

she has made
a new man out of me.

Yeah, that's great, Fonz.

Potsie and Ralph
are out there, and I have...

- You know something?
Look at this. -Huh?

She's got me listening
to classical music, huh?

- Mantovani...
- Mantovani?

Yeah, Mantovani is nice.

Yeah, Al's out there, too. I...

Do you know that she is unlike
any other chick I know?

That when I snap my fingers,
she don't just come to me.

This butterfly, she glides.

Uh, Fonz, I-l really got to go.

I mean, we're providing
the game ball and...

You know what happened
last night?

This is really gonna
put a snap in your trunks.

All right,
all right, tell me.

She ate her soup
without making any noise.

Oh, my gosh!

I told you.

Oh, I'm gonna have to tell
the guys about that! See ya!

Oh, all right.

Turn. That's not it.

No, no, no, try it this way.

Colleen, you're so good.

Why are you wasting
your time here?

Why don't you go to New York
and become a professional?

Oh, I just couldn't find
a suitcase big enough

to pack all my mirrors.

I know, you don't want
to talk about it.

Listen, I better call it a day.

I'm late for Richie's
basketball game.

Want to come along
or are you waiting for Fonzie?

Yeah.

You're really stuck on him, huh?

He's so thoughtful.

Last night,
all I did was mention

that I liked fresh flowers,

and he stopped the bike and
dug up two wild azalea bushes.

Sounds like true love to me.

Listen, I better get going.

Last time I was late for
Richie's basketball game,

he fined me two dollars.

Chassé, pas de bourrée,

and pirou...

I'll work on it.

Good luck with Fonzie.

COLLEEN: I had a wonderful time
last night.

I planted the azaleas.

My little ballerina,

I taste a little sadness
on your lips there.

What's-what's going on
in your brain?

Oh, nothing.

Hey, I'm not just a gardener;
you can tell me.

Well, I'm thinking
of closing down the studio.

Why?

Well, you know, five students
aren't exactly profitable.

Maybe I'll go
to New York and study.

New York?
Hey... (chuckles)

you don't have to do that.

You don't got no problem.

You wanted azaleas?
I got you azaleas.

You want students?
I'll get you students.

But Fonzie...
it's not the same as azaleas.

Correct-a-mundo.

Students are easier;
they got no roots.

HOWARD:
Come on, Marion.

We're gonna
to be late for the movie.

Coming, dear.

Is Richard home yet?

Not yet. I guess the game must
have gone into overtime.

You know, I think maybe you
ought to take up basketball.

I got a feeling
that's the only way

you're gonna get to college.

Oh... you know, I don't
understand why you're still mad

about the Parent-Teacher
meeting.

My grades are good.

There are other things
besides grades.

For example,
classroom behavior, huh?

Oh, my behavior isn't that bad.

Is that why the teacher calls
you, "Yak-Yak Face"?

Mr. Stewart's a kidder.

Actually, Yak-Yak Face
is a term of endearment.

Mm...

Yeah, well...

...the kid came through
in the clutch again.

All right, all right, three
seconds left in the game.

Cunningham puts on
the old double fake,

drives in for a hook sh*t--
swish!

Boom, baby!

Exactly what does
"boom baby" mean, dear?

It means we won the game.

What's going on here?

Oh, right, the, uh,
Parent-Teacher Day.

- Mm.
- How'd it go?

Ask Yak-Yak Face.

You got Mr. Stewart, huh?

Yeah.

See? He's crazy.

Now, if you were in his class,
he'd call you... (laughs)

- Ah...
- Never mind, dear.

Now, we'll be right back as soon
as the movie is over.

And there are sandwiches
in the refrigerator.

JOANIE:
Yeah, Mom.

Hey thanks, Mr. C.
Just the person I want to see.

Close your eyes, visualize,

how'd you like
to take ballet lessons?

Ballet? Oh, I love ballet!

Dancing and jumping,
and being lifted by hunks.

Can I, Dad?

Well, I guess it's all right,
if it doesn't cost me too much.

But you behave yourself.

I don't want to hear the teacher
calling you Yak-Yak Toes.

Thanks, Dad.

Yak-Yak Toes, that's funny,
Yak Yak...

All right, look.

Here, you fill this out Joanie,

-and then you bring this
to class, all right? -Yeah.

You're not gonna regret this,
Mr. C. It's great.

Yeah. Well come on, we're
already late for the movie.

All right, look, Richie...
how about you?

FONZIE:
Okay, I got 'em here.

Now you teach...

you learn.

- Right, Fonz.
- Right.

- All right, class, we can begin.
- Great.

Sorry, I changed my mind.

But no way am I gonna do,
uh, all this stuff.

You dance or you're gonna have
to learn how to walk...

on your hands.

Please, Fonzie,
let's not force anyone.

All right, all right, you're
the boss, you're the boss.

- Play the music.
- All right.

Hey.

Aprés vous--
that's French, you know?

That's good. That's good.

- Everyone over to the barre.
- Come on.

Now, first I'd like to know why
you're all interested in ballet.

I love the ballet.

I ache for the ballet.

Sometimes I even get
ballet aches.

(laughs)

All right, let's start
with grand plié.

I already had dessert.

Lori Beth, you demonstrate.

Chachi, music.

Okay, you start
in first position...

(classical piano music playing)

...and then you sort of squat.

And you keep your back up
straight

and your knees to the side.

My girl. Good.

Now everybody try.

- Oh, this is gonna be
a piece of cake. -Yeah.

(fabric ripping)

Do you have something
I could wear?

All we have are tutus.

A one-one will do.
(laughs)

I've still got it,
even in embarrassment.

All right, everybody turn.

One, two, three,
two, two, three,

three, three, three.

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(crashing)

Now, class, I'd like to show you
what you can ultimately achieve.

But I need somebody very strong

and agile to help me
demonstrate.

Don't look at me.
I can't even move.

I'm too tired to even watch.

Hey, Cunningham, I think
she's calling your number.

Oh, no, no, Fonz, I think
she's talking about you.

I don't think so.

No, please, aren't you talking
about Fonzie?

Yes. Come on, Mr. Fonzarelli,
you can be my partner.

(all agreeing)

I don't dance.

- Come on.
- Yeah, come on, Fonz.

Hey, hey! Whoa! No!

POTSIE: Come on.
You can do anything.

RICHIE:
Give it a sh*t.

All right, I need room.

- Yeah.
- All right!

Now remember what I said.

Are you kidding?
I'm gonna try.

Chachi, music.

All right.

(orchestral music plays)

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(all talking excitedly)

All right,
that's enough for one day.

- Yeah. -All right.
- Thanks for all coming.

See you next week.

- Okay. -Okay.
- Any homework?

Oh, come on, Pots, please.

Don't worry, Teach, I'll have

the tutu cleaned and starched.

I'm gonna grab a few
of those applications,

and get me some partners.

Wah, wah, wah.

It must be the Fonzarelli blood.

Hey, listen, you guys, uh,

the dance stays in this room.

- Yeah, all right.
- All right, Fonz, yeah.

Thanks for the students, Fonz.

Hey, wait a minute.

You wanted a class,

that was your first class.

Hold on.

All right, second class,
let's go.

Come on, get in here.

Hurry up, scoot it up!

What are you gonna do?

You gonna
wait there all day?

Get in here.

NQW!

Hey, did you guys ever do this?

Al, this has been
a pretty big week for you.

I mean, first you're reffing
basketball games,

then you're taking
a... a ballet class.

I guess you must be
a little stiff, huh?

Nah.

Oh, that's terrific.

Would you pass me
the salt, please?

Al, get the salt, please?

I'm passing it, Rich.

Oh, well... here.

- I guess I'm a little stiff.
- Yeah.

(crashing in distance)

Oh, no, trouble in the kitchen.

I got to hurry up and get there.

How you doing, Al?

Not now, Fonz, I'm in a hurry.

Yeah, it looks it, Al.

It really looks it.

- Hi, Fonz.
- Hey, listen.

I got to ask you a favor,
Cunningham, all right?

- Sure. -It's a little
chilly out and I want

to take Colleen for a ride.

Can I borrow your car?

Oh sure.
Well, I-l have to drop off

some homework at Lori Beth's.

But I'll be right back.

Well, unless, of course, uh,

Lori Beth att*cks me.
(laughs)

Yeah, well, look, uh,
if she does,

don't surrender this time,
all right?

I want to make
my little butterfly happy.

Yeah, okay, Fonz.

All right, thanks.

Oh, Fonz, uh, wait a minute.

- There's...
- Yeah, what do you want?

Something I've been meaning
to mention to you.

You know, I don't even know
if this is any of my business.

Yeah, sh**t, sh**t.

Well, do you believe that,

that Colleen is-is really happy?

Why do you ask me that?

Of course she's happy.

I mean, uh, look at this,
I got new applications,

her-her classes are thriving,
she's got me, you know.

(laughs)
She's very f...

why do you ask such a thing?

Well, it's just because, uh...

Well, you know she takes
that ballet class in Chicago.

And-and her teacher there
says that he thinks

she might be the best dancer
he's ever seen.

Hey, I know she's
a great dancer.

I ain't bad myself, huh?

Well, yeah, that's true.

But, see, he-he believes
that she might have

the potential to become

a-a great performer.

Hey look, Cunningham,
this is Milwaukee, you know?

You don't get
the cream of the crop here

like the June Taylor Dancers,
you know?

You just leave culture
to me, all right?

Leave the culture to...

Fonzie, she's been training
since she was a little tot!

You don't practice ballet
to teach it.

You practice it to do it, bucko!

Bucko?

Hey, let me tell you something.

When it comes to knowing chicks,

one of us has got
a slight edge, huh?

Okay, Mr. Slight Edge,
how come you don't know

that she wants to perform?

There's a lot I know,
and the first thing I know

is not to take advice from you.

A lot of people
take advice from me!

You don't see Joanie
wearing pigtails, do you?

Why did I say that?

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(music ends)

Bravo.

Fonzie!

I'm sorry I'm not ready yet.

Believe me...

you're ready.

Okay?

Dancing looks
so beautiful on you.

Why don't you go
to New York and perform?

New York?!

You love to dance, don't you?

More than anything.

Well, then, go to New York.

Give it a sh*t.

New York!

Oh, I don't know, Fonzie.

What if I'm not good enough?

Hey, not good enough.

Who are you talking to?

You want something that bad,

then you got to go
and take a sh*t at it.

Not wonder what could've been.

Well, what about my classes?

I'm doing so good now.

Colleen.

You don't study ballet

for that many years to teach it.

You study ballet to perform it.

Bucko.

Cancel the "bucko."

I guess I'm just afraid.

Afraid?

Heyyy.

I've always wanted to.

I really don't have
anything to keep me here

except two azalea bushes.

Let me tell you something,
Colleen, I don't want to sit

across from you sometime
at a table, looking at a chick

who's having second thoughts

about what might have been.

Maybe you're right, Fonzie,
but I...

No, no, no.

No buts.

You just go.

I love the ballet.

- I live for the ballet.
- Oh, wait a minute.

You're not gonna tell me one
of Ralph's jokes now, are you?

No, I really love it.

And I have some girlfriends

in New York I could stay with.

See there?

Then everything is
just perfect, huh?

You go get ready,
we'll celebrate.

I'm so excited!

And maybe even
I can study with him--

Turgenev, the best of them all.

Yeah, we'll celebrate.

Whoa.

Hey, Mr. Best of 'Em All...

...just do me a favor, huh?

Take real good care
of my chick, huh?

Heyyy.

(door opens)

Okay, Fonz.

Here's the keys,
car's downstairs.

Culture. Huh.

Bye.

FONZIE:
Colleen's going to New York.

She is?

Yeah, you know, you were, uh...

(stammers)

As usual, you're very...

(stammers)

Anyway, she was very excited
about the idea of performing,

she always wanted to,
uh, she was scared,

I talked her
into giving it a sh*t.

Fonz...

that's a great thing
you just did.

I did?

What about if I sit
across from an empty chair,

and I wonder
what could have been?

Look, uh...

want me to hang around?
ls there anything I can do?

No, thanks a lot.

Okay.

I'll see you.

Hey, Fonz?

Yeah?

Just hang in there.

Whoa.

(quietly);
Heyyy_

I'm ready, Fonzie.

Well, look who is here.

If it ain't
a New York star dancer.

Now those are enthusiastic lips.

All right,
let's get out of here.

No, let's have one last dance.

All right, all right,
one last dance.

I don't... you know...

Not my kind.

Yours.

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♪ ...happy days are yours
and mine, Happy Days! ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Rockin' and rollin'
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 a'

♪ These happy days
are yours and mine ♪

♪ These happy days are
yours and mine, Happy Days! ♪