02x17 - The Breakup: Part 2

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♪ Well, we're movin' on up ♪

♪ Movin' on up ♪

♪ To the East Side ♪

♪ Movin' on up ♪

♪ To a deluxe
apartment In the sky ♪

♪ Movin' on up ♪

♪ Movin' on up ♪

♪ To the East Side ♪

♪ Movin' on up ♪

♪ We finally got A
piece of the pie ♪

♪ Fish don't fry
In the kitchen ♪

♪ Beans don't
burn On the grill ♪

♪ Took a whole lot of
tryin' Just to get up that hill ♪

♪ Now we're up
In the big leagues ♪

♪ Gettin' our turn at bat ♪

♪ As long as we live
It's you and me, baby ♪

♪ There ain't nothing
Wrong with that ♪

♪ Well, we're movin' on up ♪

♪ Movin' on up ♪

♪ To the East Side ♪

♪ Movin' on up ♪

♪ To a deluxe
apartment In the sky ♪

♪ Movin' on up ♪

♪ Movin' on up ♪

♪ To the East Side ♪

♪ Movin' on up ♪

♪ We finally got A
piece of the pie ♪♪

♪ Oh, what a beautiful morning ♪

♪ Oh, what a beautiful... ♪♪

Mm, mm, mm! These eggs are good!

Good!

Weezy, you sure
make some great eggs!

I'm telling you, these
eggs are egg-cellent!

You enjoying your
eggs, Lionel, old buddy?

No.

Why not, son?

Because I'm eating cereal.

Hey, that's a good one!

He sure got me that
time, didn't he, Weezy?

Did you ever hear that joke

about the poor Rice Krispie
that came from a broken home?

Yeah.

He had Snap, and Crackle,

but no Pop. But no Pop.

Yeah.

Okay, did you hear
the one about the...

George, would you do me a favor?

Sure, Weezy
sweetheart! What is it?

Shut up.

Come on, Weezy,
lighten up, will you?

You've got a
face like a flat tire.

It ain't the end of
the world, you know.

It might as well be,

you took most of
the pleasure out of it.

Me?

Yes, you!

You bought that
term paper for Lionel,

and that's what started

the big fight between
him and Jenny.

But that was three days ago.

Why are we still
holding the funeral?

Because Lionel and
Jenny have broken up,

and because Helen won't
ever speak to me again.

She was my best friend!

Can't you understand
how serious this is?

What do you expect
me to do about it,

go up and apologize
to the Willises?

Okay!

Okay.

You'd let me go up there

and make a fool of
myself, wouldn't you?

No, George.

God b*at me to it!

Where are you going?

To my room.

What are you studying
to be now, a hermit?

Can't you see his heart
is breaking over Jenny?

He'll get over it.

You miss one bus,

another one comes
along in a few minutes.

But Jenny is not
just another bus.

Yeah, you're right.

She ain't even a
good skateboard.

George!

Look, Weezy, I mean,

Jenny's a nice girl and all,

but Lionel can do
better than that.

I mean, look, he's got my charm,

and he's got my good looks.

Heaven help him.

Some sleek, black limousine

will come cruising
into his life,

some sleek all-black limousine.

Not one of your two-tone jobs.

George, don't you know

what it feels like when
a girl breaks your heart?

How could I?

We're still married, Weezy.

Oh, George.

Will you stop making it so
hard for me to stay mad at you?

♪ Everything's going my way ♪♪

Oh!

Ooh. Oh. Oh!

Tom, are you all right?

Do I look all right?

I told you,

you shouldn't drink when
you're feeling depressed.

Please, Helen, stop yelling.

Four martinis is your limit
when you're depressed.

Last night at the
Wilkinsons, you had six.

It wasn't the drink that
gave me this hangover.

It was being in that
stuffy little den of theirs.

That wasn't a den.

That was their hall closet.

Well, how was I to know?

It was a very small apartment.

And another thing, I
was not depressed.

Oh, you've been depressed

ever since our fight
with the Jeffersons.

I sure do miss Louise.

I shouldn't have said all
those things about George.

But they were true.

It is wrong to buy a term paper.

I know, but he meant well.

So did the man who
invented martinis!

Yoo-hoo!

Good morning!

Ah, good morning, partygoers!

Good morning.

The next time we have a
child, make it a quiet one, huh?

Ah, I was right!

I figured you'd need this.

What in the world is all this?

Something for your hangover.

Tomato juice, salt, pepper,
Worcestershire sauce,

Tabasco... and a raw egg.

Ah! Voila!

One prairie oyster!

Smells more like a prairie dog!

Oh, coffee, that's
just what I need!

Are you going to join us?

No, thanks.

I had my breakfast a
couple of hours ago.

Still couldn't sleep, huh?

Honey, you've got to
stop worrying about Lionel.

Well, I know, Mom,

but I said some
awful things to him!

I'm afraid we all said
things we shouldn't have.

Oh, this is all
crazy George's fault!

You shouldn't have
called him that either.

You're right. You're right.

You know what really bugs me?

Why am I so mad at myself

for getting mad at someone
who makes me so mad?

Because you really like him.

I do?

Mm-hm.

I bet Louise is feeling
just as rotten as we are.

Hm. I hope Lionel is too.

Jenny!

Well, no, I don't, but...

Well, why hasn't he called me?

Why haven't you called him?

Because I have been
waiting for him to call me.

Mm-hm.

Jenny's right.

Why should it always
be us who apologizes?

They want to make up, let
them come to us for once.

Okay, but I hope
they come quietly.

Poor darling! Real bad, huh?

Oh, the worst!

I have this terrible
feeling that...

I know, that
you're going to die.

No, that I'm going to live!

Well, cheers!

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!

Hot! Ooh! Hot! Hot!

Ooh! Hot! Hot!

Too much Tabasco, huh?

Oh, Mom.

Oh, you really
love him, don't you?

Well, I don't want
to go on without him.

Even if he uses that term paper?

Well, I don't know.

Well, I mean, look,

well, he's not perfect,
but then neither am I.

I mean, what am I going to do?

Oh, I wish I had a way out.

I'd tell you what
to do about Lionel,

if I only knew what
to do about Louise.

Hm.

We're both jammed, huh?

[CRASH]

Tom, are you all right?

Oh, fine!

I just broke the Bromo bottle!

Don't come in here
in your bare feet!

All right!

[SCREAMS]

What is it!

I'm in here in my bare feet!

Thank you. Come again.

Hey, Bentley!

You look real sharp today!

Why, thank you, Mr. J.

You're looking at your
own work, actually.

You did a marvelous job

cleaning the pea soup
stains off of this jacket.

Oh, yeah! Hey!

You know, I hope

I never lose your
business, Bentley.

It's hard finding customers
as sloppy as you are.

Well, don't worry
about losing me.

I'd never trust anyone
else with the old whistle.

We don't clean whistles.

Oh, no, no.

That's a Cockney rhyming slang.

It means suit.

It means what?

Well, you see "suit" rhymes
with "whistle" and "flute."

So when a Cockney says,
"whistle", he means, "suit."

That's dumb.

No, it's not dumb.

It's just a picturesque
way of talking.

For instance,

when a Cockney says
"apples and pears,"

he means "stairs."

It's still dumb.

No, it's not!

When he says "plates of meat,"

he means "feet."

Do you get it?

That's apples and plums.

What?

Dumb!

Mr. J., could I ask you a favor?

Sure.

Will you please get off my case?

Hey, hey, hey,
Bentley's getting hip!

Why, hello there!

How nice to see you again!

Hello. It's nice to see
you again, too, Miss...

Williams, Tracy Williams.

And you're... No, no, no, no,

don't tell me, I
never forget a name.

You're Harry Rolls!

Not quite.

Royce?

Yes. No! Bentley!

I knew it was
something with class.

Are you still with the UN?

Of course!

That's where we met,

it was at a couple of the
Ambassador's parties.

Uh-huh.

Why don't you ever call me?

A lot of your colleagues do.

Only the richer ones, I imagine.

See, I'm only an interpreter.

A hundred dollars

has to last me
longer than one night.

That's too bad.

But I hope you
have enough change

to lend me some
for the parking meter.

Well, certainly. A pleasure.

With my compliments.

Sure I couldn't take it
as a down payment?

[WHISTLES]

Bentley!

That's a fine looking fox.

You know her?

Ah, yes. Her name
is Tracy Williams.

I think she just moved
into the neighborhood.

I bet she's real popular.

Yes. She gets lots of calls.

Really?

What does she do?

She's, um...

well, the French would
say, "une fille de joie."

What kind of job is that?

Well, she, um...

Does she make a lot of dough?

Oh, she's very highly paid.

No wonder she can
afford these fine clothes!

Well, you know what they
say, "clothes make the man."

Ta-ta, Mr. J.

Ta-ta, Bentley.

Woof!

That Bentley,

he's one of the
finest foreigners

you'd ever want to meet.

He told me all about
you, Miss Williams.

Good!

Word of mouth is
the best advertising.

Saks Fifth Avenue,
Bergdorf Goodman,

mm, you've got
good taste in clothes.

Thank you.

Say, how about if I asked
you a routine question?

Go right ahead.

Are both of your parents black?

Of course.

Now we're getting some place.

How would you
like to go out with

a young, handsome
dude from a good family?

Love it! What time would
you like to get together?

Oh, no, no, no, I don't mean me!

I'm talking about another
handsome dude, my son Lionel.

Great.

We live in this
building, apartment 12D.

Say about, uh, 7:30?

Oh, that might be
cutting it a little close.

Why don't we say 8:00?

Fine, fine!

I can't wait for
Lionel to meet you.

It's time he was exposed
to somebody new!

[HUMS]

Hey, hand me the
pretzels, Weezy.

Get them yourself.

Hey! Why are you mad at me now?

I said I was sorry you
broke up with Helen.

Oh, sure!

What would you say if I told you

I'm standing here right
now, hating myself?

I'd say you were
doing the right thing.

Look, what more do want from me?

I want you to stop
meddling in Lionel's life!

I ain't meddling!

Oh no?

You pick up a strange
girl down at the store...

A black girl, Weezy, pure black,

with black parents, two of them!

And what does
Lionel think about this?

He don't think nothing about it,

because I ain't told him yet.

What!

[DOORBELL RINGS]

That's her.

You'd better tell him quick!

I've got to answer
the door. You tell him.

Not on your life.
This is your meddling,

and you're going to
meddle all by yourself.

I'm going to the
bedroom and watch T.V.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Hello, Mr. Jefferson.

Tracy, it's nice of
you to drop in like this!

But you asked me.

But it's nice of you
to take me up on it.

Okay, where's Lionel?

Well, uh, I'm... Oh, I get it.

There is no Lionel, right, pops?

Oh, ho, ho, yes, there is.

Lionel!

What is it?

I've got somebody
I want you to meet.

Tracy, this is my son, Lionel.

Lionel, say hello
to Tracy Williams.

Hi.

Hi, Miss Williams.

Lionel, where are you going?

Look, this beautiful young lady

came up here to see you.

The least you
could do is be polite.

Um, it was real nice to
meet you, Miss Williams,

but I have things to do,

so if you'll excuse
me... Lionel, Lionel!

Where are your eyes?

I mean, don't you see

this beautiful young
lady sitting here?

I mean, when I was your age,

I wouldn't walk away
from nothing like that.

But, Pop, I've got
all this work to do.

Look, I sent out for some wine.

Now, you're going
to stay out here

and entertain your guest,

and have a good time,

and then you can
do your homework,

understand?

Um, Miss Williams... Tracy.

Tracy.

Maybe I'm a little slow,

but can you tell me
what's happening?

You mean he didn't tell you?

Not a word.

Oh, I guess it was
supposed to be a surprise!

Is it your birthday
or something?

No.

Well, he booked me a
date with you, anyway.

He booked you?

What are you, a
professional date?

Well, not exactly.

Let's say I'm just
a working girl.

I'm sorry, but this has
got to be a mistake!

Does Pop know that
you're a... Of course!

Hey, wait a minute,

he can't be that square, can he?

Yeah, he can!

Then he was just
trying to get you a date?

I guess so.

Well, what's the matter?
Can't you get your own girl?

I've got a girl, but
we had a fight...

Oh, wait a minute, I get it.

Pop's using you to
break us up for good.

That's terrible!

What kind of girl
does he think I am?

Listen, Tracy,
how would you like

to help me play a
joke on my old man?

I can dig it! When do we start?

Right now.

Just follow my lead.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Pop! Doorbell.

I'll get it. I'll get it.

Just keep on doing

whatever it is you're doing.

Oh good evening,
Mr. Jefferson, sir.

I came right up the
minute it arrived.

Took care of the
delivery boy myself.

Oh, thanks, Ralph!

Must be a special occasion.

Oh, Lionel's just having
a date with his girl.

Yes, sir, lovely, she'll
make him a wonderful wife,

that Jenny Willis.

No, she won't. I
got him a new girl.

He's better off.

How you doing, Ralph?

Oh, hello, sir.

Mr. Jefferson,

is that young
Mr. Jefferson's new girl,

the one you got him?

Yeah, ain't she a fox?
New in the neighborhood.

Mr. Jefferson, she may
be in a new neighborhood,

but she's in an old profession.

Say what?

Sir, she's... how do you say it?

She's a fille de joie.

Oh, yeah. That's the
same thing Bentley said.

Sounds like a pretty good job!

Can I speak to you
privately, Mr. Jefferson?

Hey, Ralph, where
you coming from?

SCREAMS: What?

Look, Ralph,

look, I've got to
get her out of here

before Weezy finds out.

It's all I've got
on me. Take this.

A hundred dollars?

You keep it.

I think you're going to need it.

Ralph, that's very thoughtful.

I'm sorry I don't have
anything to give you.

Don't worry about it, sir.

Put it out of your
mind, until tomorrow.

All right, party's
over, that's it!

Oh, come on, Pop!

I was just starting
to enjoy myself.

It's getting late.
Tracy's got to go home.

Not for another 30 minutes.

Lionel's got studying to do.

Oh, that can wait.

You know, Pop, you were right.

Tracy's the kind of girl

I've been looking
for all my life.

Don't do that, Lionel!

How could you forget
a girl like Jenny?

Jenny who?

Don't you know Jenny loves you?

Well, she sure has a
funny way of showing it.

First, she throws away my ring,

and then she won't
even talk to me.

She'll talk to you, all right.

And how do you know?

Because I just know, that's all.

Look, why don't you go
on out on the balcony.

Take her with you.

Show her the view, see all that.

Hello, Jenny?

What do you mean, "Who is
this?" This is George Jefferson.

I want you to bring your...

Jenny, dear, please
don't hang up.

Look this is your
future father-in-law!

Lionel needs you, right away.

Of course, he
wants to apologize.

What term paper?

Oh, you mean the
term paper I bought?

Yeah, well, that's the reason

he can't come to
the phone right now,

he's busy ripping it up.

You hear that?

Good!

Okay, get down
here right away, okay?

Lionel, get in here quickly.

What's happening, Pop?

She's got to leave right away.

Aw, no she isn't!

Jenny's on her way down here.

Oh, he's right, Tracy!

Hey, wait a minute. Haven't
you forgotten something?

Yeah, Pop, you'd better pay her.

Oh, yeah.

You knew about her?

Yeah.

How come everybody knew but me?

What's all this shouting?

Oh, is this Lionel's date?

Date? Oh, no, no, no.

Louise, this is Tracy Williams.

She's just up here to
see me on some business.

And speaking of business,
how about settling your account?

Well, goodbye.

It's been different.

Goodbye! Hello!

Oh, hi, honey babe.

Oh, Lionel.

Oh, honey, I was so proud

to hear you ripped
up that term paper.

How did you know that?

Your father told me about it.

He did?

How'd you know that, Pop?

Well, I, uh... You ripped it up?

I tore it up three days ago,

and I've been working on
my own term paper ever since.

Hey, Jenny, wait here,
I've got something for you.

He ripped it up!

Jenny, tell your
mother I miss her.

Oh, she misses you too.

She does? Oh, Jenny!

Why don't you ask them
to come down for a visit?

Oh, why, yeah,
that's a great idea...

Or, uh, maybe you can
go up and surprise them?

Uh, well, uh...

Well, somebody has
got to take the first step.

You're right.

George, I think we should...

Hey, you want to
see if the ring still fits?

Well, if it doesn't, this
finger's going on a diet.

Lionel.

Aw!

Now that's settled.

Come on, George, we're
going up to the Willis'.

No, we ain't.

Let them come down here.

Ain't nothing in this world
could make me go up there.

Hey, Mom, you know,

it's the funniest thing
about this Tracy Williams...

Weezy, what are you waiting for?

Don't we got to go up and
apologize to the Willises?

Oh, George, that's wonderful!

Hold it. Hold it.

Peace offering.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh! Oh!

Helen! Oh, Louise!

I sure did miss you!

Oh, we miss you too!

Oh, Louise!

George!

Isn't this nice?

This ought to be. It
cost $17.50 a bottle.

She didn't mean
the wine, George.

She meant the fact

that we're all back
together again.

Hear, hear.

I should never have accused
you of not being my friend, Helen.

I'm to blame for the fight.

No, Louise, I take
full responsibility.

What about me?

I was completely out of
line calling George a cheat.

This whole, stupid
argument was my fault.

Well, George, what do you say?

I agree with all of you.

You're all to blame.

Well, I owe you a
special apology, George.

I should've known better

than to call you a
natural-born dancer.

Say what?

I mean, just
because you're black,

it doesn't mean you have rhythm!

Who ain't got rhythm?

I'll show you who
ain't got rhythm!

[MUSIC PLAYS]

Show us what you can do, George.

ANNOUNCER: The
Jeffersons was recorded on tape

in front of a studio audience.