02x17 - Play It Again, Russell

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Oh, Rudy, That
Was A Good One.

It's Time
For Bed.

Aw, Mom!
One More?

No, It's Past Your Bedtime.

Clair, Just
One More.

Okay, Just One.

What Time Is It When An
Elephant Sits On A Fence?

I Don't Know.
What Time Is It?

Time To Get A New Fence!

Rudy, You Have A Gift
For Telling Jokes.

I Know.

Okay, Baby, That's It.

Let's Go.

Can I Wait Up For
Daddy And Grandpa?

They'll Be Late.

I Could Wait.

Your Grandfather Is
Playing The Trombone

With His Friends Tonight.

They May Stay Up Late.

Rudy, It's Bedtime.

Please?
Please?

No.

Please, Just One More
For Her Grandmother?

Okay, But This Is
Absolutely The Last Joke.

Okay.

Knock Knock.

Who's There?

Orange.

Orange Who?

Orange You Glad
This Is My Last Joke?

That's
Wonderful.

And That Is The End.
Good Night, Rudy.

Good Night,
Grandma.

Good Night,
Honey.

Can I "Zrbtt" You?

What's That?

This.

Wait A Minute!

That Was A Pitiful
Performance, Dad.

Son, You've Said That
All The Way Home.

Aren't You Through?

No, Thank You.

That's All Right.

My Father Was Not Up
On That Bandstand.

My Father's Friends
Were Up There.

My Father

Looked Like Somebody Shoved
A Trombone In His Hand.

You're Not Too Big
To Go Over My Knee.

You Never Put Me
Over Your Knee.

It's Not Too Late To Start.

Hi.

How Did It Go?

Great!

Oh, Good.

I Was Excited.

When Dad Was Up
On That Bandstand

I Turned To Some People
And Said

"My Father's Getting
Ready To Play.

Hold On To Your Chairs."

I Told The Waiters
To Sit Down

And Made Them Shut
The Air Conditioner.

How Did He Sound?

How About Some Tea?

Now...

Everybody Starts To Play

And It Sounds
Like The Old Group.

And The Drummer...

And Dad...

Right Along With Them.

And I'm Sitting There, Going...

And I'm Telling The People

"That's My Father."

And You-Know-Who,
Standing Next To Dad

Comes To His Solo,
And He Plays...

And Dad's Standing There,
Popping His Fingers, Saying:

"Yeah, Go Ahead.
Do What You Want To Do."

People Are Going Crazy,
And I Said

"Wait Till My Father Comes On."

And All Of A Sudden,
Z- Z-Z-H-H-H Bash!

The Man Stopped,
Looked At Dad, And Said:

"You Got It."

And My Father Stood Up

And I Told Everybody,
"This Is It!"

And My Father's There-

* F-R-R-P *

* F-E-E-P *

* F-A-A-P *

And Then Stood Back

And Acted Like He Had Played

The Greatest Thing
Anybody Ever Heard, Mom.

And It Was Just Pitiful.

Dad, Why Didn't You Play More?

That Was My Solo.

I'd Said What
I Wanted To Say.

I've Always
Prided Myself

On Coming To The Point
With My Music.

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!

You?!

My Father Is A Man

Who When It Was His Turn
To Take A Solo

This Man Started To Play.

The Other Band Members
Knew It Was His Solo.

They Came Down
Off The Bandstand

Got Their Coats

Got In The Car

Drove To The
Next State

To Start Another Job.

Finished
That Set

Looked At Their
Watches And Said

"Well, We'll Just Casually
Drive On Back."

They Walked Into The Club
And Just Leisurely Came By

To Go Back Into
The Dressing Room

And My Father

While Playing For
The Past Three Hours Nonstop

Looked At These Men
As If To Say:

"What Are You Doing Here?
I'm Just Warming Up."

Jazz Is A Feeling

Tonight, I Played
What I Felt.

Yes, You Did.

When You Left For The Club,
You Were Excited.

What Happened?

I Don't Know.

Those Other Guys
Are Still Playing.

They Go On The Road-
They're Active.

I've Retired.

Oh.

There's A Difference
Between Cutting On A Banana

And Working On
Someone Who's Alive.

That Band Is Alive.

What Will You Do
At The Tribute?

What Tribute?

You Know
Russell's Band.

They're All Getting
Together Next Week

To Have An Old-Fashioned
Jam Session.

You Know, Mr. Sinclair-
Roscoe Sinclair-

Before He Died, He Said
He Wanted The Fellas

To Have An Old-Fashioned
Jam Session.

Everybody At The Club
Is Talking About It.

I Will Be There.

Yes.

But Are You Going To Play

* F-R-R-P *

* F-E-E-P *

* F-A-A-P *

Or Are You Going To Play?

I'll Play
Just Fine.

I Don't Want To Discuss It.

I Want A Cup Of Tea.

Okay.
Okay.

I Just Want You To Know

That Your Grandchildren
Will Be There.

Oh, Clair, I Don't Think
They'd Be Interested.

No, No.

Your Grandchildren
Would Be Interested

In Seeing Their
Grandfather Play.

But A Nightclub Is
No Place For Children.

Dad, You Started Taking Me
To Your Jobs When I Was Ten.

And Look How You Turned Out.

Grandpa!

Yeah, Rudy!

You're Supposed
To Be In Bed.

I Want Somebody
To Tuck Me In.

That's A Granddad's Job.

Okay, I'll Have Some
Hot Tea Waiting For You.

Come On, Rudy.
I'll Tell You A Story.

You Don't Have To.
I Know Some Jokes.

You Do? I Want To Hear Them All.

He'll Be Up There A Long Time.

I Don't Know What
To Do With Him.

Oh, Come On, Anna.

He Was A Professional
Musician For Years.

Maybe He Doesn't Want
To Play Anymore.

That's Not It.

Heathcliff, You Were There.
How Did It Look To You?

It Looked To Me Like My Father
Was On The Bandstand

With Fellas Who
Play All The Time

And He Has Been Retired
And He Lost His Confidence.

You Ought To Talk To Him.

He Won't Listen.

Why Won't He?

Because He's A Huxtable Man.

Oh, You Mean Stubborn.

You Know It.

I'm Not Stubborn.

They Never Admit It.

If I Was Stubborn,
I Would Admit It.

I Have Tried To Get
Russell To Practice

But He Just Won't.

Don't Tell Me I'm Stubborn.

He Won't Even Pick The Horn Up?

He Picks It Up,
And Plays One Piece

And It Is The Saddest,
Slowest Thing

You Have Ever Heard!

It Is
Depressing.

Why Don't You Say Something
To Him About It?

She Can't Do That.

Why Not?

Because He's
A Huxtable Man.

Now What?

The Direct Approach
Won't Get You Anywhere.

You Have To
Sneak Up On Russell.

Flatter Him.
Make Him Feel Good.

Then He'll Listen.

That Is Not Going To
Work On A Huxtable Man

Because We Would Recognize
That Right Away.

Cliff, I Would Never Try
Something Like That On You.

You're Too Sensitive
And Perceptive.

Thank You.

Russell?

Yes, Dear?

Russell, Come Down Here, Please.

I'm Practicing.

It Will Only Take A Minute.

Okay.

Am I Practicing
Too Loud?

That's Not The Problem.

What's The Problem?

Just Sit Down.

What's The Problem, Baby?

Did You Hear Yourself?

Of Course.

Here's You
Playing:

Monday Night That Band's
Going To Be Playing:

You Remember That Riff?

Of Course.

I Used To Watch A Man Play
That With Fire And Passion.

Yes. But, Honey, You See...

I Won't Let You Go To
That Club Monday Night

So Spencer Cunningham Can
Outblow You On The Sax.

He Can't Outblow Me.

His Wife Always Said
He Could Outplay You.

Oh...

I Won't Sit With Her All Night
And Listen To Her Say

"Nobody Can Play
Like My Spencer."

She Won't Be
At The Table.

She'll Probably Be Singing.

Right.

Off-Key And Wiggling Her Hips.

She Wouldn't Be Up There

If Her Husband
Wasn't In The Band.

Do You Want To Sing?

No, I Don't Want To Sing.

I Want You To Play
So Roscoe Can Hear-

Not Loud,
Because You Can Play Loud-

But Good.

How Do
You Think

Roscoe Would Feel

If He Looked Down From Heaven
And Heard:

No, I Want You To
Play It Like This:

All Right, Anna.

You Think You
Can Do That?

Do I Have
A Choice?

You Don't Really.

Oh...

Russell!

Yes, Dear!

Faster! Faster!

Ah! Yeah!
That's It.

He Always Used To Do That

When He Wanted To
Get Me Upstairs.

* La Ta Da *

* Da Da Da Da Da *

Looking Good!

It's Not Every Day
Your Dad Plays.

What Are You Doing?

I'm Looking Through
This Old Photo Album

To See If I Can Find
Some Pictures Of Dad

With His Original Band.

Look At All
This Stuff, Cliff.

Uh-Huh.

* Do You Remember... *

We're Not Going To Play
"Do You Remember."

Why Not?

Because Every Time
You Start With Me

With "Do You Remember"
About Our Wedding...

And Then If I Can't Remember,
Then You Put Me In A Headlock.

I Wouldn't Do That.

Do You Remember What Time
We Were Married?

There You Go.

Well, Do You Remember?

: P.M.

: !

: In The
Afternoon!

I Was Just Joking,
That's All.

Do You Remember
My Wedding Dress?

Your Wedding Dress
Was White Charmeuse

With A High Lace Collar.

You Had Pearl Applique

Cut Six Inches
Below The Knee.

Deal With It.

Cliff, I Love You.

Of Course You Do.

Let Me Ask
You A Question.

Yes.

What Color Tie
Did I Wear?

You Had On A Red Tie.

Wrong.

Okay, It Was Burgundy.

Wrong Again!

The Most Important Time
In Our Lives

And You Cannot Remember
A Simple Thing

Like The Color
Of A Person's Tie.

Your Tie Was Blue.

Wrong Again!

It Wasn't Blue.

It Was Striped.

The Tie Was Gray.

It Was Not Gray!

Here's A Picture Of It.

Gray Tie.

Gray!

That's A Black
And White Picture.

You Can't Tell
From That.

Doesn't Make
Any Difference.

It Was Gray.

You Can See That.

Everything
Looks Gray.

My Wedding Dress
Looks Gray.

Our Wedding Album's
In Color.

You Don't Have To
Look At It In Color.

Aha!

That Tie Was Red.

Let Me See.

No.

I'm Going To Ask
You A Question.

What Did I Do Now?

Were Your Shoes
Patent Leather

Or Regular?

Patent Lea...

You Mean The Ones
I Was Wearing?

Oh, Yeah.

Those Were Leather,
Leather, Leather.

Tell Me About
Your Flower.

My Flower Was In My Lapel.

Ahh!

Okay.

What Kind Of
Flower Was It?

I Think It Was Daffodi...

Uh...

Dad.

What Did You Forget This Time?

His Wedding Day!

He Can't Even Remember
What He Was Wearing.

Dad!

Look, Son

When You Get Married,
Burn Everything.

Come On, Listen.

I'm Not Listening
To Another Joke.

One More?

No!

Just One More,
Please?

All Right.
Let's Hear It.

Knock Knock.

Another Knock-Knock Joke?

Yes. Knock Knock.

Who's There?

Howard.

Howard Who?

Howard You Like To
Hear Another Joke?

Vanessa.

No!

Theo,
Knock Knock.

No!

No, Who?

No Way!

It's Sandra's Fault
For Buying Her That Joke Book.

Next Time Sandra's Home

We Lock Her Up
In Her Room With Rudy.

Hey.

Take A Look At This

And See
If You Recognize Anybody.

Where?

Look At That.

Grandpa!

Uh-Huh.

He's So Young.

He Doesn't Have Gray Hair.

His Hair Didn't Turn Gray
Until He Had Grandchildren.

Is Grandpa Going
To Sing Tonight?

No, Rudy.

Grandpa Just Plays.

This Is Old People's Music,
Before They Had Words-

When Film Had No Color,
Television Had No Picture

And Cars Were Made Of Iron.

This Is A Very Important Part
Of Our History.

Is It Going
To Be Fun?

It Will Be Interesting-
Like A Museum.

These Are Not Dinosaurs.

These Are Musicians

And They're Going To Be Jamming.

Whoa!
Whoa!

Get Down, Dad!

Hey.
Theo.

Hello.

You Are Truly
Beautiful Tonight.

I Believe I Have Some
Money For These Children.

You're Not Giving Them
Any Money Tonight.

Come Over Here.

I Want To Show You Something.

A Little Inspiration.

Now, Who Is That?

Will You
Look At That?

That Is A
Handsome Group.

You Better
Believe It!

Grandpa, Are You
Ready To Play?

I Think So.

Your Grandmother's Been
Giving Me Musical Direction.

Tonight Spencer Cunnigham
Is Going To Retire His Tenor Sax

And Mrs. Spencer Cunningham
Is Going To Retire Her Hips.

All Right!

Let's Go
To The Gig.

I'm Looking Forward
To Hearing You Play.

I'm Looking Forward
To It Myself.

Yes, And I'm Looking Forward
To Hearing You Play.

Remember The First Time
I Heard You Play?

No.

Dad, You Better Remember
Or She'll Put You In A Headlock.

Please. Come On, Dad.

* Sun Is Shining *

* No More Pining *

* Bye-Bye, Blues *

* Bye-Bye, Blues *

* Don't Sigh *

* Don't You Dare To Cry *

* Bye-Bye *

* Bye, Blues *

And Now I'm Just
Going To Sit Down

And Write Myself A Book.

Thank You.

Ladies And Gentlemen

Even Though Roscoe Isn't With Us

Wherever He Is,
I'm Sure He's Smiling

Because We Have Here Tonight
All The Original Members

Of "The Jazz Caravan."

And The Final Member
Has Just Arrived-

"Slide" Huxtable.

Before We Start Playing,
Take A Good Look

Because Standing Here
Is About , Years Of Jazz.

Roscoe, Get Ready.

Ladies And Gentlemen

The Jazz Caravan!

Normally, We Let Slide Warm Up

But However There Is No Time

Because Potato And I
Are Getting Old.

Not Me, Baby.

You're Wrong, Baby.

Vamos, Amigos.

Muchachos, A Tocar!

Quite An Evening,
Wasn't It?

Yes, It Was.

It Was.

Russell Hasn't
Lost His Touch.

Spencer Hasn't, Either.

Spencer's Lost
His Endurance.

He's In
Dreamland.

And So Is Russell.