02x15 - Gotta Dance

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♪ There is more to life
than what you're living

♪ So take a chance
and face the wind

♪ An open road
and a road that's hidden

♪ Brand new life
around the bend

♪ There were times
I lost a dream or two

♪ Found the trail
and at the end was you

♪ There's a path you take
and a path not taken

♪ The choice is up to you
my friend

♪ Nights are long
but you might awaken

♪ To a brand new life

♪ Brand new life

♪ Brand new life
around the bend ♪

-Bravo!

Hey, watch out, Baryshnikov.
Here comes Micelli-kov.

Yeah, Dad, what does
he have that you don't?

-Ooh...
-Very tight tights.

Angela, tnanks for taking us.
I love the ballet.

Oh, sweetheart,
you're so welcome.

I find an evening of
culture is always
inspiring and uplifting.

Yeah, me, too.

Hey, Sam, I'll sell you
my opera tickets.

I'd give anything to be
able to dance like that.

Well, honey, why don't
you take some lessons?

Oh, I don't know.

It looks so hard.

Are you kidding me?
You'd be great at it.
You're a natural.

You get that from me.

Dad, you cannot ballet dance
and you just proved that.

Are you kidding me?

When I played ball,
I slid into second,
it was ballet with cleats.

Well, Tony, you know there's
a school right here in town.

Yeah, but wait a minute,
how good is the instructor?

He has a Russian accent.

Ooh, all rightski!

Angela, is he about
five-foot-ten and a-half,

with dark hair and smooth
as vodka on the rocks?

Uh, Mother,
why do you ask?

Mmm. No reason.

Ooh-h*!

Ooh, Sam...
Look at this place, huh?

It reeks of class.

Dad, I think
that's sweat.

-It's classy sweat.

Hello.

You must be
Mr. Micelli.

And you must be
Mr. Riabouchinski.

-Very good. Very good.
-Ah!

I've been practicing.

Just call me Sergei.

-Sergei? Ooh, I like that.

And you must be Samantha...

Yeah...

...my lovely new ballerina.

It's an old
Russian custom.

I hope you don't mind.

No problem.

When in Moscow...

Now I remember
why I defected.

Well, Dad, I guess
I better go get changed.

Okay, hon,
hey, break a toe.

Okay, I'm gonna
sit and watch.

-Okay.
-Okay.

You, uh, new here, huh?

Yeah, it's my
daughter's first class
and is she excited.

Her name is Samantha,
she's thirteen...

Oh, my Cindy
has it all. Yeah.

Grace, beauty, talent...

See if you can
pick her out.

That's a tough one...

Uh, her?

Mmm-hmm,
impressive, isn't she?

She's got it all,
and then some.

Plie...

Eleve...

Plie...

Eleve...

Port de bra...

Port de corps...

And plie...

Eleve...

Plie...

Eleve...

So, Dad, how was I?

Ahh, you were magnificent,
you were wonderful,
you were beautiful.

-Just checking.

You have a reason to be proud.

Samantha has come
very far in three weeks.

She has, uh, um,
she has oodles of talent.

Well, I love "oodles."

Oh...

Perhaps, perhaps,

she'll become
a prima ballerina.

No...yeah?

No.

She's getting started
too late...isn't she?

Is she?

I mean,
you're the expert.

All I can say is
she'd be in a good company.

Look at Molodyetz,
or Ismailova,

and of course, Kvasnicova.

For someone with Samantha's
talent, age is no...um...no...

What's the word?

Uh... "No problem?"

No.

No, no, "Obstacle?"

No, no, no...

Uh, "No sweat?"

Hey, hey, oh, oh, hey,
She's a Micelli.

You don't know Samantha.

Well, she would have
to come five days a week

and rehearse at home.

We'll do it,
we'll do it!

Well, then
you've got it!

Thank you, Sergei.
Oh, God.

Angela, you're never gonna
believe what Sergei told me.

He says Sam
has the talent

to become
a prima ballerina.

That's wonderful, but isn't
she getting started too late?

No, Angela,

lots of famous ballerinas have
started much later than Sam.

Ismailova, Molodyetz,
and Kvasnicova to
name but three.

I'm impressed.

So am I.

Oh, how is Sam taking it?
She must be excited.

Oh, she doesn't know about it.
I haven't told her yet.

I don't want to tell her
till I'm sure I can swing it.

She's got to go
five days a week.
That's 20 days a month.

That's a lot of bread.

Tony,

let me tell
you a little story.

Tell you the truth,
Angela, my mind's on
this ballet thing.

My story kind of
relates to this.

Okay, go ahead.

It's about a little girl
who played the cello.

And she was good.

I mean, good!

But, like most little girls,
she had other things
that she liked to do,

and nobody pushed her
to practice and so she
gave up the cello

and she became
an advertising executive.

Let me just take a wild stab.

Is, uh, her name "Angela?"

Okay, you guessed.

-Unbelievable.
-Really.

But the point is,
I wasted my talent,

I've regretted it ever since
and I'd hate to see that
happen to Sam.

Me, too.

Now look, Tony,
I know how you feel about me
giving you money for things,

but this is so
important for Sam

and I'd be thrilled
if you'd let me pay
for part or even all.

Okay.

Okay "part" or okay "all?"

We'll work
something out, okay,

but hey, I'm gonna
get you free seats

for Sam when she's dancing
Swan Lake at the Met.

-Front row, center?
- Oh, you'll
be so close,

you'll be swimming
in swan sweat.

-Hi, g*ng.
-Oh, Mone...

...get a load of this.

Sam is going to be
a prima ballerina at the
Metropolitan Opera House.

You miss Ted Koppel one night
and you're out of it.

No, no, Mother,
Sam's ballet teacher says
she has real talent.

Yean, she could end up
dancing at all the
major cities of Europe...

-London, Vienna...
-Paris!

-Oh, Paris, I love Paris.

I've always thought
I'd look great in a beret.

I'm sure you will,

but how does Sam feel about
being pushed into a career?

Mona, I'm not pushing her,

I just want her to eat, drink
and breathe ballet.

By the way, Mother,
what's wrong with pushing?

If you had pushed me,

I'd be at the
Philharmonic today.

Doing what?

Playing the cello.

Mona, Mona, Angela's...

I think she's upset about
wasting all her talent.

"Talent?" Ha!

Angela, you couldn't even get
your legs around the cello.

I was saving myself
for the Philharmonic.

-Tony...
-Yeah.

Do you realize what a life
in ballet means?

It means giving up
everything else in life.

Look, no more baseball,

no more junk food,
no more boys.

I can live with that.

Yeah, but can Sam?

Don't impose
your dreams on her.

Let her decide
for herself, huh?

Hey, come on, Mone.

I ain't one of those pushy,
stage mothers.

It's her life,
it's her choice, huh?

Samantha, could you
come out here please?

-Whatever she says, goes.
-MONA: Good.

-What, Dad?
-Sweetheart...

Would you like to be poor
and unknown for the
rest of your life...

Or would you rather be
the toast of Paris?

Mona, what are
you doing, Mona?

Dinner's gonna be
ready in an hour.

I'm dieting.

I find if I have two or three
of these in the afternoon,

when dinner comes around,
I eat like a bird.

Mona, Mona, Mona, Mona,
you better take it easy with
that whipped cream

-or you'll waste away
to nothing.

Uh, where's Sam?

She hasn't come home
from ballet yet, buddy.

Oh, she's never around to
ignore me anymore.

That's because she
no longer has a childhood.

Mona, you're bucking
for balcony seats.

All I know, is she's
only 13 years old

and she practically
lives in a dance studio.

Hey, Mona, when I was her age,
I practically lived on a,
on a, baseball field.

That's the only way
to get to the top.

"No pain, no gain."

Dad, guess what?

Sergei says I have the best
rondes des jambes
in the whole class.

Oh, see that, Mone?

Ever see any
jambes rondier than that?

Hey, Sam, do you want
to go ice skating?

Ooh, that sounds like fun...

But, uh, it might
shorten my muscles.

What's wrong
with short muscles?

That's all I've got.

Oh...

Mona, that looks wonderful.

Want a bite?

No, no, no...

Gotta keep in shape,
right, Dad?

Right. That's my baby.
Right to the top.

-"No pain, no gain."

Speaking of pain...

It's back.

This is a wonderfully soothing
instrument, isn't it?

Angela, where did
you get that thing?

Tony found it for
me in the attic.

You?

Oh, Mona, come on,
it wasn't easy either.

Chad McCann.
The cutest boy
in the school!

Oh, for me? Oh...

Hello...

♪ Everything's coming up...

A sleigh ride? Oh, Saturday?

I have ballet.

Some childhood, huh?

Uh, uh, Sam, um...

Just a minute, Chad.

I think it'd be
all right if you, you know,
you missed one.

Dad, did you miss many
days of practice when
you were playing ball?

No. No...

How about you, Angela?

Did you miss practice when
you were playing the cello?

All the time.

-See, Dad.
-Yeah.

I'm really sorry, Chad,
but I have to practice.

Maybe another time...

Yeah, me too...

Okay...bye.

-Honey, you sure
this is what you...
-Dad...

I want to be a ballerina.

It's what she wants.

And I think she's just
determined enough to get it.

Well, I hate to say
I was wrong

and you were right,
so I won't.

Up with leg...

Back, straight...

Head, high...

Very good, very good.

Up with leg...

Back...

Head...

Never mind.

Oh, beautiful!

Thank you, thank you girls.

You did beautifully today.

You must have
a wonderful teacher.

So Dad, am I ready
for Paris yet, or what?

Oh, I think I can taste
the French fries already.

Uh, good bye ladies.

Oh, wait a second,
I forgot my leg warmers.

Oh, let me get them,
you wait in the car, alright.

Oh, that was so...

I love the way she dances.

Um, excuse me...

She was exquisite today,
wasn't she?

Who?

Oh, Cindy.

She has oodles of talent.

There is just no telling
how far she could go.

You mean as a
professional dancer?

But, uh, isn't she
a little too...

Fat?

-No, big-boned.
- Oh...

It runs in our family.

Well, she does weigh less
than Baryshnikov.

Of course, she'd have to come
five days a week.

Well, that's no problem.

Oh, well,
wait till I tell Cindy!

Ooh, thank you, Sergei.

Cindy!

Oh! Hey...

Hello, how are you there,
Mr. Micelli?

Her daughter's got
oodles of talent?

Well...not a lot of oodles.

Yeah? How many oodles
has Samantha got?

A lot more than Cindy,
that's for sure.

Yeah, enough to be
a professional dancer?

Well...it's a long shot.

How long?

Very long.

Incredibly long...

I'm talking long...

I can't believe
I let that guy con me.

I even kissed him.
On both cheeks.

Eww.

Tony, I, I feel terrible.

What are you
going to tell Sam?

Hey, I have no choice
but to just tell the truth...

It's all your fault.

-My fault?
-Well, hey, who took us to the
ballet in the first place?

And who paid
for the extra lessons?

And who tugged
at my heartstrings

with that sad story
about that little girl
and her cello?

Tony, now is not the time
to lay blame.

-Ah...look...
-And the world-wind tour
was your idea.

London, Vienna, Paris...

Paris was yours.

Now, hey, how do I go
about telling my kid

that she ain't got
what it takes?

Angela, are you still
playing that stupid cello.

Give it up. You stink.

so I'm just, I'm just gonna
come right out with it,
okay, uh...

Paris ain't all it's
cracked up to be.

Dad, what are you
talking about?

Ahh, the buildings,
they're old,

the buildings are old
and the people are rude,
oh they're rude, the people.

And the food, the food's
better in Italy.

I'm not going to Paris, am I?

Not as a ballerina, hon.

But Sergei, he said
I had oodles of talent.

The value of the Russian
oodle is going down.

I'm not...special?

Now, wait a minute,
you're the most special person
in the whole world.

But just not a special dancer.

Sweetheart,
I know how you feel.

This is just how I felt when
they told me I was never gonna
play baseball again.

What'd you do?

Well, me and a couple
of my friends
went out and got...

Honey, it's just that parents,
they want so much
for their kids...

I guess I just wanted one
Micelli to make it to the top.

I hope you're not
disappointed in me.

Sweetheart, I,
I feel like it's my fault,

like I pushed you into this.

You didn't push me, I jumped.

I wanted it bad.

I wanted it bad enough
to turn down a date with
Chad McCann.

Gee, are you okay?

I'll live.

Speaking of living,

how about some chocolate
ice cream, yeah,

a sundae, a sundae, with,
with...with, syrup and nuts?

And oodles and oodles
of whip cream?

Oodles and oodles.
You got it.

Take a seat, Madame.
Think that it's Paris.

TONY: Who's the Boss?
will be back in a moment.
Stick around.