01x15 - Twelve Angry Kids

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Silver Spoons". Aired: September 25, 1982 - May 11, 1986.*
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Wealthy, young-at-heart business owner and playboy Edward Stratton III is stunned to discover his brief marriage several years ago produced a son, Richard who is now 12 and wanting to live with him.
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01x15 - Twelve Angry Kids

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[♪♪♪]

♪ Here we are ♪

♪ Face-to-face ♪

♪ A couple of silver spoons ♪

♪ Hopin' to find ♪

♪ We're two of a kind ♪

♪ Makin' a go ♪

♪ Makin' it grow ♪

♪ Together ♪

♪ We're gonna find our way ♪

♪ Together ♪

♪ Takin' the time each day ♪

♪ To learn all about ♪

♪ Those things
You just can't buy ♪

♪ Two silver spoons together ♪

♪ You and I ♪

♪ Together ♪

♪ We're gonna find our way ♪

♪ You and I ♪

♪ Together ♪

♪ We're gonna find our way ♪

♪ You and I together ♪

All right.

I'll see your two M&M plain...

and raise you
one M&M peanut.

I'll call you, Edward.

Mr. Dealer?

I'm in.

Man takes a queen.

Look out,
pair of ladies there.

Whoa. Cool down,
cool down.

[WHOOPS]

Five of hearts,
no help.

Ding, ding, ding.

Mm-hmm.

Dealer takes.
Four of diamonds.

Look out, possible
straight flush there.

Thank you very much.
Ladies, bet.

No way you've got
a straight flush.

I bet it all.

It's too fattening
for my blood.

I'm out.

"I'll see you,"
said the spider to the fly.

What do you got, Dad?

Three queens.

Great. And you're right.

I don't have
a straight flush.

[LAUGHS]

But I do have a straight.

Read 'em and weep.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]

KATE: Yoo-hoo.

[TOOT TOOT]

[TOOT]

Whoo.

Well, come on and get it.
Yum-yum for the tum-tum.

I would've been here sooner,
but I hit some bad track

and had a terrible
guacamole spill.

Ah.

Edward, which goes better
with imported Russian caviar--

Green Kool-Aid or Yoo-hoo?

Oh, Ricky. I suppose
you told your father about...

Oh,
you didn't tell him?

Oh, you did
tell him?

Tell him what?

[SIGHS] Oh, nothing.

Ox and I just had
a little fight today.

Come on, jacks or better
to open. Let's ante up.

Hold it, hold it,
hold it, hold it.

You were in a fight?

Not a big one.

Ox and I just shoved each other
around a little.

[SIGHS]
Ricky, I've told you.

There are other ways
of settling your differences

than duking it out.

You can debate things

and discuss it
in a civil manner.

Ox called you
balloon head.

I hope you
knocked his block off.

Balloon head?

[COUGHING]

I thought you settled things
with this bully.

Look,
it's no big deal, Dad.

It's just typical kid stuff.
Ox insulted you,

we pushed each other around
a little bit,

his pants fell down,

and I threw his pants
down a manhole.

I'm sure Ox has forgotten
the whole thing by now.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Ox!

Hey, his name is Hobart.

Son, is this the punk
that deep-sixed your pants?

Yeah, Pop.

Wait a minute.
What's going on here?

Stratton? Willard Doyle.

Yeah, this is my attorney--
Leonard Rollins.

Hello.

And my secretary--
Kate Summers.

Hell-o.

Goodbye.

Uh, Mr. Doyle.

We-We love having visitors.
We really do.

But we've found,
over the years,

that most of our guests arrive
wearing pants.

That's the whole point.

You see, your son
took my son's pants

and threw 'em
down the sewer.

He had to run home
like that

with everybody
laughing at him.

Oh, that-that must've been
humiliating.

Yeah. Can I
put my pants on now, Pop?

No!

I want all of these people

to see just how humiliated
you are.

Turn around.

Look at that.

Again.

[BOTH LAUGH]

See?

Now, nobody
should be subjugated

to that
kind of humiliation.

I see your point.

Yeah, well, you can
also see that my son

has suffered a great deal of
mental ang-ish.

Look, uh, uh...

Willard.
Willard.

I'll be glad to buy your son
a new pair of pants, okay?

You rich guys
are all alike.

You think you can
look down on me

'cause I have to work
for a living.

You think I'm slime

'cause I got dirt
under my fingernails.

Well, I'm not slime!

I'm just an ordinary
hardworking Joe

who sees here
a golden opportunity

to take you
for an easy 50 thou.

[SNICKERS]

Willard, you're not slime.

Sludge, maybe.

Stratton, all I'm
talking about here

is an out-of-court settlement,
pure and simple.

Court?
Yeah.

Your son gave my son

a terrible case
of whiplash.

Right, Hobart?

Yeah, Pop.

Hobart.
Yeah? Oh.

[GROANING]

He's faking it, Dad.

We know he's faking, Ricky.

Edward, if I were you,

I wouldn't give this guy
one red cent.

Don't worry, Leonard.
I won't.

Alan Watenmaker
has agreed to be my attorney.

Whoa, ho ho ho.
Alan Watenmaker.

Big deal.

Leonard here happens to be

the best attorney
in this country.

He'll cream
this Alan Watenmaker in court.

Won't you, Leonard?

Won't you, Leonard?

Yo, Leonard.

Would you take a check?

But, Dad...

You're right, son.
You're right.

This is
a matter of principle,

and if you insist on
taking this to court, Mr. Doyle,

well, then, we'll just have to
let a judge decide it, won't we?

Good day. Hobart.

Hobart, why are you trying to
steal my father's money?

Simple. Stealing money
makes me feel good inside.

In that case, you've got
a big future in politics!

Is that Alan Watenmaker
over there?

Yeah. He's autographing
his new book--

Winning Through Whiplash.

I don't trust him.

I know he's got a trick
up his sleeve.

He'll do anything
to sway a jury.

Oh, boy. Oh, no.

Don't you worry, Ricky.

He's not gonna get
a nickel out of us.

Right, Leonard?

Leonard?

Yo, Leonard.

Kate, did you bring
my checkbook?

Don't worry, Leonard.

We've got a trick
up our sleeve, too.

Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye.

All rise for his honor--

You poor kid.

All rise for his honor,
Judge Harold S. Nutterman.

Be seated.

The, uh, people
are ready to hear the case

of Hobart Doyle...

Oh, you poor kid.

Hobart Doyle
vs. Richard Stratton.

Uh, this is a civil suit

asking for medical damages
in the amount of $218.67

and for punitive damages

in the amount of
$67,000,000?
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