♪ Now the world don't move
to the b*at of just one drum
♪ What might be right for
you may not be right for some
♪ A man is born,
he's a man of means
♪ Then along come two,
they've got nothing but their jeans
♪ But they got Diff'rent Strokes
♪ It takes Diff'rent Strokes
♪ It takes Diff'rent
Strokes to move the world
♪ Everybody's got
a special kind of story
♪ Everybody finds a way to shine
♪ It don't matter
that you got not a lot
♪ So what
♪ They'll have theirs, you'll
have yours, and I'll have mine
♪ And together we'll be fine
♪ 'Cause it takes Diff'rent
Strokes to move the world
♪ Yes it does
♪ It takes Diff'rent
Strokes to move the world
- I got.
I'm expecting phone call.
- No, I am too!
- I'm expecting a call too.
Do you mind?
Hi there, Arnold here.
Yes it is.
Just a moment.
It's for Dad.
Dad! Dad!
- What's up?
- Long distance
phone call for you.
- Oh, okay.
- It's collect.
- Tell them I'm not here.
- Okay, but it's from Holland.
- Oh, that's probably
Cousin Anna.
- Hello?
Yes, I'll accept the charges.
Hello, Anna!
You can come?
Marvelous!
I'll arrange the plane
tickets right away.
It'll be wonderful
to see you again.
Yes, I can hear you fine.
No need to shout.
Oh, you're shouting
because I'm shouting.
Well, we'll talk
when you get here.
Have a safe trip, bye.
- When's she coming, Dad?
- Saturday!
And she's bringing
her son, Hans.
They're gonna be
here for a week.
- Oh really?
That's great, Daddy.
I've never met
either of my cousins.
- Where'll be put
'em, Mr. Drummond?
We're wall to wall people here.
- No problem.
I'll get them a nice
suite at the Waldorf.
- And I know how to make
'em feel at home here.
I'll clean the house
with Dutch cleanser.
- Dad, how old is Hans?
- Oh, he must be 14.
Actually, I've never met
Hans and I only met Anna once
when I was over
there on a holiday.
I must have been nine
years old the last time
that we saw each other.
What a beautiful kid.
Rosie cheeks, blue
eyes, beautiful blonde hair.
- She sounds very attractive.
- No, I meant me.
- Okay guys, now this means
I'm very pleased to meet you.
- Hi g*ng.
- Did you have a good workout?
- Great.
Since I started
hitting those weights,
I'm really encouraged.
The gym instructor
said that in no time at all
I will have the body
of a 12 year old girl.
Listen, we've only
got a couple of hours
before we pick up Anna and Hans.
I'm gonna have
a little beauty rest
before I get dressed.
- Okay.
- I'll get it.
- Philip.
- Anna!
For Heaven's sake, you're early.
We were going to pick you up.
We take bus.
Doorman is bringing suitcases.
- Well, you look terrific.
Where's Hans?
- Hans?
Will you please don't
play with elevator buttons?
Why you don't say
hello to Cousin Philip.
- Hello Cousin Philip.
- Hello, Hans.
Come in, come in.
Meet the rest of the family.
Kids, this is Anna and Hans.
This is the family that
I wrote to you about.
Kimberly, Willis, and Arnold.
- Everybody looks alike.
I feel like I'm doing a
Doublemint commercial.
- Well, there does seem
to be a resemblance
between Kimberly and Hans.
- Us?
What about you and Cousin Anna?
- No, it's not true.
I think we not look like
each other, right Philip?
- Of course not.
I could never get my
hair to stay like that.
Well, it's nice that you're here
but we certainly didn't
expect you so early.
- We trade first
class tickets from you
and got super savers.
Shame on you, Philip.
It's very wasteful, yes.
I give you money we get back.
- Anna, you don't have to...
- Okay.
Hans, give the
children gifts we bring.
- Yes, Mother.
For each of you, swizzle sticks.
- Thanks, just what
I always wanted.
A swizzle stick.
- Uh, thank you Hans.
We love them.
- Yeah, I had one
once but I lost it.
- So sorry, I did not
for you bring one, Philip.
- Oh that's all right.
I hardly ever swizzle anymore.
- But I brought something.
It's good in the offers
from our plane too.
Very nice lunch bag.
- That's more like
an after lunch bag.
- Thank you, Anna.
I know just what to do with it.
- So you are fine
and we are fine.
Enough chattering.
Where we to sleep, Philip?
- Oh, I've reserved
you a very nice suite
in a lovely hotel.
- More waste money.
We stay here, yes.
- Here?
Well...
- We did not fly all this
way to sleep with bellboys.
I wash up now, please.
- Powder room's right
over here, Cousin Anna.
- Such a nice girl
and so pretty too.
- Oh, thank you.
- I think you have my looks.
- Hans, would you like
to use the bathroom too?
- Oh, yes please.
- I thought so.
You were kinda holding
your knees together.
- Come on, Hans.
It's upstairs.
- If you're going up
there, put the cot up.
Hans can sleep in your room.
- Okay Dad.
- We'll take a number
to use the bathroom.
This way.
- Pearl?
Pearl?
- Yes, Mr. Drummond.
- Pearl, we have
a change of plans.
Oh?
- I have to make room
for my cousins here.
Now, we have a spare cot
in the boy's room for Hans.
Anna can sleep
in Kimberly's room.
- No, Kimberly only
has a single bed.
- Oh right, well Kimberly and
Anna can sleep in my room,
then Hans can sleep
in Kimberly's room,
the boys can
sleep in their room,
and I can sleep on
a cot in your room.
No, that won't work.
- You can say that again.
- I suppose Anna can
sleep in your room.
- My room?
Where am I supposed to sleep?
In the sink?
- Excuse me, Daddy,
but didn't you already
make a reservation for
a suite at the Waldorf?
- Now you're talking.
The Waldorf's fine with me.
- I was thinking
more along the lines
of the Lucky 7 Motel.
Okay, the Waldorf.
- Wonderful.
I'll have breakfast in bed.
- Do that.
- With champagne and caviar.
- Don't do that.
- You have wonderful room.
Even television.
- You like TV, Hans?
- Oh yes, I've watched
all the latest movies.
Humphrey Bogart, Jimmy Cagney.
You dirty rat.
- You sound more like Mrs.
Olsen than Jimmy Cagney.
- Please do not tell
Mother I watch television.
- Why not?
- She hates v*olence.
If I watch it, she beats me.
- Beats you?
That's terrible.
- Yeah, our dad
would never do that.
He says watching some of
those TV shows is
punishment enough.
- Your father never
punishes you?
- Well, of course he
does if we really deserve it.
Like that time I was dropping
water balloons off the balcony.
- How did he find out?
- Well, a balloon
hit the mailman
and Dad gave me a
special delivery to the butt.
- All set, Hans.
- Thank you.
- Tell me how it feels.
- Hard, like wood.
- But it'll be fun.
You can pretend you're
camping out in the wilderness.
I kinda envy you.
- Good, then you have fun
and I will sleep in your bed.
- How did he pull that off?
- Very smoothly.
- Philip?
Philip?
- What is it Anna?
- No one should have
to live in room of maid.
- What's the matter with it?
It does not have.
- Bath tub.
The room has only shower.
Spritzer.
I have never in
my life spritzed.
It's face of water, Philip.
- Oh, well then
about the only thing
I can suggest, Anna, is a hotel
but I'm sure you'll be
very comfortable there.
- No, here I will be
very comfortable.
Is good bed, I think.
- Oh, I wouldn't dream of
letting you sleep on the sofa.
- Thank you.
Then you sleep here
and I sleep in your room.
- Bombs away!
Splosh!
- Hans, wait!
What are you doing?
Don't drop that.
You might hit somebody
on the head and hurt them.
- Yeah.
- Give me that.
If your mother found
out what you were doing,
she would use your
behind for a dart board.
- Please do not tell Mother.
- Okay, we won't.
- Oh thank you.
You are such wonderful cousins.
How can I ever thank you.
- Next time you're in town,
just bring me
another swizzle stick.
- All right, who dropped
the water balloon?
- Well, you see
Dad, we can explain.
- I don't want to hear it.
Just tell me who
dropped the balloon
and I mean right now.
- Uh, Cousin Philip...
- Yes?
- I cannot lie.
Arnold did it.
- I don't ever want to
have to tell you that again.
No more throwing water
balloons off the balcony.
It is childish,
stupid, dangerous,
and it is against the law!
- Dad, I know what it looks like
but it's not what it looks like.
- Oh, of course it isn't.
I catch you on the balcony
with a water balloon,
I got hit by one, I
am soaking wet,
and you're innocent
from lack of evidence.
- It was just kind
of an accident.
The balloon slipped
out of Arnold's hands
when we were showing
Hans what we used to do.
Right, Arnold?
- That's about as
close to the truth
as we're gonna get.
- Philip, I think
you are all spritzed.
- Daddy, what happened to you?
- Your infantile brothers
happened to me.
They were dropping
water balloons
off of the balcony.
- Shame on you boys.
My Hans would never do
a naughty thing like that,
would you my lambkin?
Philip, why you not
control your boys better?
You are too
permissive with them.
- You may be right.
A fine example you boys
are setting for your cousin.
You guys are
grounded for a month.
- A month?
- Dad!
- But they need is
good stick to the hiney.
- I'm holding that in reserve.
In the meantime, since you
boys like water sports so much,
I have a wonderful idea.
- You know what
our first mistake was?
We should have saved
the water balloons
and thrown Hans off the balcony.
Splosh.
- Would have had our
own flying Dutchman.
- You mean lying Dutchman.
I don't like this either, but
I kinda feel sorry for Hans.
I mean, how would
you like to have
a jail warden for a mother?
We only have to put
up with her for one week.
Hans is in for life.
He must be miserable.
♪ When you're smiling
♪ Then you're smiling
♪ The whole world
smiles with you
- Poor guy.
He's really miserable.
- Oh cousins, I am so
sorry for what happened.
I would like to
make it up to you.
- Good.
You can help us
with the windows.
- No way.
I mean, uh, it would look
suspicious if Mother saw.
- We understand Hans.
- Yeah, we're dripping
with compassion.
- I know what you
can do for us, Hans.
- How 'bout getting us
some nice, clean water?
- That is if you don't mind
associating with
known criminals.
- Voila, Chateau Latour '71.
Special wine for
a special occasion.
I've been saving this for years.
Refined, but aggressive, the
same way I like my women.
You know, this bottle
must be worth $100 by now?
- That much?
- Yeah, I think I'll
let it sit for a while.
You have to let it breathe.
- Let it breathe?
For a hundred bucks, I'd
give it artificial respiration.
Oh hi, Hans.
Need something?
- No, I was just
getting some water
for Willis and Arnold.
- Oh, what a nice boy.
- Yes, I am.
- Hans!
- Oh no.
- What were you doing
with Dad's bottle of wine?
- Uh, I was, uh,
just, uh, dusting it off.
- Are you sure you don't
mean polishing it off?
- Oh boy, now I'm cooked goose.
I will get hickory
stick on hiney for sure.
- Oh look out, Willis.
He's doing it again.
- Mother will b*at me
and lock me in the closet.
- Sounds good to me.
- Wait a minute, Arnold.
It was obviously an accident.
We'll just tell Dad we don't
know how it got broken.
That way no one gets hurt.
- Oh right on, soul cousin.
- Uh, Hans you've
got to be born with it.
You can't fake it.
Hans, where are you Hans?
- In here, Mother.
- Ah, having fun?
What is this?
Who broke bottle?
- I don't know.
I didn't see it happen.
Me neither and I have a witness.
Willis saw me not see it happen.
Hans?
This is true, Mother.
Arnold did not do it.
Willis did it.
- Say what?
- You sure, Hans?
- Mother, I could not lie.
- Why not?
You getting a lot of practice.
- Yeah, I can't believe that.
- If my Hans says
you did broke it
then you did broke it.
Come Hans, your
cousins are bad influence.
I don't want you should
play with them some more.
- Yes Mother.
- Well Mr. Nice Guy, what
are we gonna do now?
- I'll just tell Dad I knocked
it off the table accidentally.
- What?
You're gonna take the rap
for that little
backstabbing bozo?
- It's no big deal.
- Willis, we've got to
blow the whistle on Hans.
Who knows what he'll
try to pin on us next.
- Arnold, you know how important
this whole visit is to Dad.
I mean, if we go and
tell him about Hans
it'll spoil the whole thing.
- Yeah, I guess, but I'm
gonna keep my eye on him.
I'm gonna stick to him
like bubble gum to a lip.
I just hope Dad
won't be too upset.
- Why should he be?
It's only a bottle of wine.
Well listen, we'd
better get some rags
and start cleaning this up.
- Hey guys, listen.
About tonight, I got an idea...
Oh no!
My wine, my beautiful wine!
- Oh Daddy, it got knocked
off the counter accidentally.
- By accident.
- This was my
last bottle of this.
I waited three years to open it
now I'll never
even get to taste it.
- Well Dad, Pearl
says your floors
are clean enough to eat off of.
Maybe they're clean
enough to lick off of too.
- No, no, no I couldn't.
- Wake up, Philip.
- What's the matter?
- Good morning, Philip.
Sun is shining,
birds are singing.
No?
- No.
- Why you asleep at this hour?
- What hour is it?
5:30.
- In the morning?
- Of course.
Now get up, with us
you're coming, yes.
- Where?
- For walk.
Every morning on farm
we walk 10 kilometers
to enjoy nature.
- Sorry.
The farthest I walk
at this hour is 10 feet
to enjoy bathroom.
Anna, I really have to
get some more sleep.
- Okay then, sleep
your whole life away.
- I'd just like to
finish last night.
- Mother?
I have been such good boy.
Can I play video games today?
Please Mother, just
for once, please?
- Well, since you have
been such a good boy.
Here, enjoy yourself.
- A quarter?
- Bring back change.
- Thank you, Mother.
You are very generous.
- Well, it is holiday.
I get water for canteen.
- You stingy old
bag of goat cheese.
- Willis?
Willis?
Are you awake?
- How can I sleep with
your finger in my eye?
- Come on, Willis.
Hans is gone!
- So?
- Who knows what
he could be into?
He could be downstairs right
now carving wooden shoes
out of the salad bowl.
Get up.
- Okay.
- Come on, let's go.
- I'm going as fast as I can.
- Come on!
- Okay, okay.
- Look!
He's taking money
from Dad's wallet.
Dad! Dad!
Wake up, Dad!
- What?
I don't want to go hiking.
- Good morning.
- Dad, I'm sorry I
have to tell you this
but Hans just took some
money from your wallet.
- Money?
What money?
- The bill in your pocket.
- Oh that, Mother
gave that to me
to play video games.
- Oh yeah, sure.
I saw you take it Hans.
- She didn't give
you that money.
- What is the problem?
- Anna, did you give Hans
some money to play video games?
- Yes, I did.
- Now you see that, Dad?
Now maybe you'll...
What you talkin'
about, Cousin Anna?
- I give Hans money
for video games.
What is wrong?
- Come, Mother.
We must go for our walk now.
The birds are waiting.
- I don't understand.
Why are you boys trying
to get Hans into trouble?
- What are these
bad boys doing now?
Stop with the pulling.
Did they try to take away
the quarter I gave you?
- Quarter?
- The money, Hans.
- Hans, where did
you get all that money?
- I found it.
- Yeah, but my
dad hadn't lost it yet.
- Hans, is that true?
- Yes, Mother.
- What about the water
balloons and the bottle of wine?
Was that you too?
- Yes.
- Hans, I am shocked.
What made you do such things?
- The smog?
- I know one thing that may
have made him do it, Anna.
You.
- Me?
- Yes.
Hans rebels because
you're so strict with him.
You try to control
every part of his life.
You don't even let him breathe.
- I give him some good
smacks, then he breathes.
I am not pullover like you.
- That's pushover.
And Dad isn't.
He's tough on us
when he has to be.
- But he gives us our freedom.
And no offense, Cousin
Anna, but you act like a dictator
and Hans is an
underdeveloped country.
- Hans, I am not that bad, am I?
- You're not that good.
- Anna, I'm not
saying that you should
let Hans run wild,
but try to be a little
more understanding.
You can do more with talking
than you can with b*ating.
- I am only bringing him up
the way my mother brought me up.
- Well, how do
you feel about her?
- I hated her.
I called her stingy old
bag of goat cheese.
Hans, do you think
that way about me?
- Well, sometimes
Mother, but I love you.
- I love you too.
- Sorry I grounded you guys,
but under the circumstances,
there wasn't really
anything else that I could do.
- That's okay, Dad,
but you owe us one.
- Yeah, we got a
free mess-up coming.
- Hans, understanding
and lovable
I will try to be, all right.
- Then do you forget
about the balloon
and the wine and the $10?
- No way.
I b*at you good
with stick for that.
- Anna!
- So I use only swizzle stick.
♪ Now the world don't move
to the b*at of just one drum
♪ What might be right for
you might not be right for some
♪ A man is born,
he's a man of means
♪ Then along come two,
they've got nothing but their jeans
♪ But they got Diff'rent Strokes
♪ It takes Diff'rent Strokes
♪ It takes Diff'rent
Strokes to move the world
♪ Yes it does
♪ It takes Diff'rent
Strokes to move the world
♪ Hmm
06x06 - The Van Drummonds
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Series follows Arnold and Willis Jackson, two African-American boys from Harlem taken in by a rich white Park Avenue businessman and widower, Phillip Drummond, for whom their deceased mother previously worked, and his daughter, Kimberly.
Series follows Arnold and Willis Jackson, two African-American boys from Harlem taken in by a rich white Park Avenue businessman and widower, Phillip Drummond, for whom their deceased mother previously worked, and his daughter, Kimberly.