02x13 - Junior Executive

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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

♪ A brand new life
around the bend

♪ There were times
when 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 ♪

Hmm.

Oh, here she comes,
ladies and gentleman,

the hardest-working executive
in the tri-state area,
Angela Bower.

In three, two, one...

Zero.

Minus one,

minus two, minus three.

Angela?

Oh, what a day.

The phones were ringing
off the hook, the mail
was piled up to here.

The computer -hates me.

I thought your secretary
took care of that.

She won't work on Saturday.

Mother, I had to
make my own coffee!

Horrors!

Hey, but now
you're home, right.

You can relax and spend
a nice, quiet evening.

ALL:
♪ Here come the Spartans,
better beware

♪ We'll put your team
in intensive care

♪ We'll break your bones
and bash your brains

♪ And pick your teeth
with what remains

♪ Oh, Fairfield,
don't fight fair ♪

I've died and gone to hell.

One more time.

♪ Here come...

No, no. Girls, girls, girls.

No more times.

Let's cool out!

Dad, we can't cool out!

We just made the Drill Team!

We made the Drill Team!

Oh, Tony, you're going to look
so cute in that short skirt.

♪ We got the fever
We're hot
We can't be stopped!

♪ We got the fever
We're hot

♪ We can't be stopped!
We got the fever ♪

Hold it! Hold it. Hold it.

All of you, including you,

could you please
yell and scream
at the top of your lungs

a little more quietly?

Oh, okay, okay.

Hey, girls, how about
at Marci's house.

-What do you say?
-Oh, gotcha.

Bye, guys.
See you tomorrow at practice.

-Bye.
-Bye.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye.

Dad, where're the want ads?

-Huh?
-I need to get a part-time job

so I can pay
for my Drill Team uniforms.

Hey-h*,
that's what Dads are for,
what are you kidding me?

-How much
do you need, honey?
-One outfit's forty bucks.

Give me a bag of shells.

Okay, well, we wear one outfit
on Fridays when it's cold out,

and another on Fridays
when it's hot.

One for rallies,
another for games.

And then if we make
the State Finals...

The want ads are right there.

Ooh, how 'bout this one?

"Girls, girls, girls!
Earn up to $1500 a week!"

Dad, this is great!

All I have to do is dance
and play video games.

Give me them want ads.

I know what they want.

$1,500?

You know I could
use some help
around the office.

Well, what do you mean?

I could use a girl Friday
on Saturday.

You mean Samantha?

Well, yes, Tony.

A big executive like Angela,

she needs someone to
make coffee for her

and to be condescending to.

Ooh, ooh,
I'd be perfect at that.

No, no. Wait a minute.
Wait a minute,
that's New York.

I mean, New York's a big city
and that ad game,
it's such a jungle.

Well, she would be
with the queen of the jungle.

I get it, Angela.

She's...
She's such a little girl.

Dad, I'm a teenager.



which is halfway to 52,
which is halfway to death.

Come on, Dad,
please let me work
for Angela before I die!

-Oh, please.
-It'll be fun.

I can teach her a lot.

Someday it could be Wallace,
McQuade and Micelli.

Micelli, Wallace and McQuade.

Yay, all right!
Does that mean I could do it?

All right.
All right, but listen,

if I let you do this
you got to know a job
is a big responsibility.

I know, Dad.

And, a job sounds
like a ball now,
but it's really gonna be work.

Okay, Dad.

When the going gets tough,
you're gonna have to
stick with it.

Enough, Dad.

Not quite.

And Angela, I don't want you
treating her any different

than any of your
other employees.
No special treatment.

Tony, of course not.

Honey, the first thing
we have to do is

get you the cutest
little business suit.

-Angela!
-Yeah? Oh.

Wow.

Whoa!

So, this is where things
become new, improved
and lemon scented.

Impress me, why don't you!

Hey, Sam, someday,
this could all be yours.

Yeah.

Let's not rush it.

For now this desk
will all be hers.

-Let's call it
your base of operations.
-Okay.

Ooh, barely out of
grade school and the kid's
got a base of operations.

-Tony.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Ooh, wee, impress me,
why don't you?

Look at this chair.
What a great chair.

Hey, I can feel
the power vibrations.

You can't be a career girl
with your father
hanging around,

watching you all day, huh?

Unless you want me to stay.

Dad.

No, no. I'm outta here.
I'm outta here.

Okay.

Hey, listen,
have a great time.

Oh, I will, yeah.

And if you mess up,
your name is Mudd.

-Don't forget. Mudd.
-I won't forget.

It's Mudd. I mean, dirty mud.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, sir,
you forgot your child.

Oh, no, no, no. She's staying.

No, you must be mistaken,
you see,

we're running
an advertising office,
not a day-care center.

Yeah, I know. I know.
You see, I'm Tony Micelli.

Oh, oh, yes.

Angela's housekeeper.

Why you're all the talk
around the water cooler.

Oh, yeah?

Or maybe it was someone else.

Anyway, this is
my daughter, Samantha.

She's gonna be working here.

-Hello.
-Oh, is she?

That's right.

Pete Willis,
Account Executive,

meet Samantha Micelli, Go-fer.

Go-fer, huh? I like it.

I like it.

Now listen, far be it
from me to say anything,
you know that,

but how will it look
if you hire a member of
your own household?

Some of the other
employees might think
that's blatant nepotism.

Not me, of course.

And who would some of
the other employees
have hired?

My nephew.

Is there a...
Is there a problem?

Not yet.

Pete is just a little
concerned about Samantha's,

uh, lack of experience.

Oh, don't worry, Mr. Willis.

I'm going to work real hard.

You got anything I can file,
staple or put cream
and sugar in?

Ooh!

That's my little girl!

-Come here.
-Okay.

I'm telling you.
What she lacks in experience,
she more than makes up for in

Micelli-ness.

And three, two, one, zero!

And in honor of your first day
at work together,

I have some sparkling
champagne for the lady,

and some sparkling apple juice
for the other lady.

-Thank you.
-All right.

Hey, now wait.

Taste those. Make sure
I didn't mix them up.

-BOTH: Ah.
-Good, good.

Well, ladies,
how was your first day
at work together?

You know, we almost lost
the Mocha Magic account,

but Angela did
her old soft shoe,

and now they're back
in bed together.

One day on the job,
and listen
to the mouth on her.

Tony, your daughter is
the future of Madison Avenue.

She is? When you've got it,
you've got it.

-Hi!
-Hello!

And how do you do?

-We're number one...
-ALL: And you're number two.

Good. Good.
Come on in, but wait.

Drop them pom-poms.

Mr. Micelli, we made up




How will I ever catch up?

We'll teach them to you now.

Oh, you can watch,
Mr. Micelli.

I would love to watch,
I really would.

I would love to,
but I've gotta wash
some vegetables.

I'll dry.

Is that a dog barking?

Grover's calling me.

How was work?

Oh, it was great.

-Mocha Magic...
-The picnic was so excellent.

Chad McCann was there.

Chad McCann?

He asked where you were, Sam.

You're kidding.
I'm dying. I'm dying.

Hi, you guys.

Hi, get out.

Why should I?

Come on, Jonathan.
I'm asking you really nicely.

Hey, there you go. Huh?

Brothers are such a drag.

Julia, he's not her brother.

He's Angela's son.

No wonder
they don't look alike.

How does she function?

So Chad really asked about me?

Tell me everything he said.

Okay, he goes,
"Hi, where's Sam?"

Oh, but don't worry,
you'll get to see him next
Saturday at the car wash.

No, she doesn't, Julia!
She has to work Saturdays.

She'll never see him.

Oh, that's so romantic.

I'm glad you think so.

I just took this job
so I could
be on the drill team.

And now I'm missing
all the fun stuff.

I feel like life is
passing me by.

Well, you've probably
made enough money
for one uniform.

-Why don't you quit?
-Yeah!

No.

I could never do
a crummy thing like that
to Angela.

She's counting on me.

And besides, if I quit,
my Dad'll k*ll me.

So, get fired.

Oh, real good idea, Julia.

Hey, real good idea!

Yes!

No, no, no, no.

Then I'll get nailed
for messing up.

ROBIN: Nuh-huh.

Parents don't care
if you mess up.

All they want you to do
is say you tried.

MARCI: Yeah!

Yeah, come on, Sam,
lose that job!

ALL: Hey!
Lose that job!

Lose that job!
Hey, lose that job!

Lose that job!
Hey, lose that job!
Lose that job...

Marci, forget it,
Angela'd never fire me
in a million years.

There's nothing I could do
to ever mess up that bad.

So how's the carwash?

Chad's wearing a tank top?

Uh, could you please hold,
Marci?

Uh, Mr. Marci.

So, what can I do for you?

Well, I need this package
sent out to the coast
in the noon pick-up.

Now it's very, very,
very important.

And it must, must,
must go out.

Okay, okay, okay.

I beg your pardon?

I'll make sure
it goes out, sir.

Hi, Marci. Yeah, I'm back.

What?

Chad wants to talk to me?

No, I can't talk to him,
I look terrible.

Marci, don't put him on,
if you...

Hi, Chad.

How's the carwash? What?

Sure, I'd love to be
on your team.

Next Saturday?

Uh, well, I'll work
something out.

Yeah, okay, Bye.

ALL: Lose that job.
Hey, lose that job!

Lose that job.
Hey, lose that job!

Lose that job.
Hey, lose that job!

-Hey, baby.
- Dad!

What are you doing here?

I was just strolling down
Madison Avenue

and I thought I'd stop
and take my career girl
to lunch.

So, are you all through here?

I'm through all right.

Ah, that's my girl.

Come on, baby, I'll take you
to Mulberry Street.

I know this guy named Cha-cha,
wonderful guy.
He's really fab...

GIRLS:
Lose that job.
Hey, lose that job!

Lose that job.
Hey, lose that job!

Sweetheart, would you...

Oh, I shouldn't call you
sweetheart on the job.

Honey, would you file these
for me in my office?

-Sure, Angela.
-Thanks.

Pete, come here.

What is this doing here?
The L.A. office is
going to be frantic!

Well, I don't know, Angela.

I gave it to Ms. Micelli
to send out.

I mean, you said
she could do the job.

But I guess you were wrong.

This is Sam's fault?

It certainly
isn't my nephew's.

I don't understand.

Well, let me see.
Let me see
if I can explain it.

Your little protege stinks.

Hi, Ange.

Hey, Pete, you know how
we asked Samantha to change
our typewriter ribbons?

Well, now I've got yours
and you've got mine.

I don't know
where she found the time,

she was so busy jamming up
the copy machine.

But have no fear, we now have
a hundred of these.

What is going on?

She was fine last week.

This week she's a mess.

She made a joke
of my lunch order.

I asked her
for avocado and sprouts

and she gives me
liverwurst and onions.

Smell.

Now that is a problem.

You want me to talk to her?

No, no.

No, I'll do it.

Let's not be cruel.

Sam, I thought I told you
to file those.

Oh, file them.

I thought you said pile them.

I did.

You see they're right here
in this pile.

Sam,

didn't Mr. Willis tell you
that this package
must go to L.A. today?

No. I think he said,
"Must, must, must."

Well, it's still
here, here, here.

I'm not sure I can.

I mean, I am a teenager.

Well,

you can overcome that.

I did.

So from now on,
we're gonna start fresh.

You've got a clean slate.

There's the phone.
Go ahead and answer it.

Wallace and McQuade.

Nice and dependable.

Oh, hi, Marci!

Uh, no, nothing important.

-Samantha...
-Just a sec, Ange.

You're kidding?

Marci, you and Sam
will have time to talk later.

Plenty of time.

Hey, you're home early.

So, how was your day at work?

Not great.

Not great? How not great?

Dad.

What happened to
no special treatment?

You did say that.

All right. All right.
You're right.

I'm sure you had
a very good reason

for breaking
my little girl's heart,
not to mention mine!

Tony, it broke my heart, too.

Did she have you running
the whole place
single-handedly?

And I thought you'd be
out there protecting
my daughter in the jungle.

But I was wrong.

You are the jungle.

I am the jungle?

Dad, don't be mad at Angela.

I mean, if there's anybody
you should be made at,

it's me.

Do you hear that?

Do you hear that?

After everything
you did to her,

she's still here
defending you.

That's very nice, Sam.

How did I
get to be the jungle?

Sam, you know, I would never
be mad at you for getting
fired as long as you tired.

Well, I did try.

That's good enough for me.

Come on, go in the kitchen,
you go right in there,

and have yourself
a bowl of ice cream.

Won't it spoil my dinner?

Don't worry about that, Sam.

At a time like this,

you need something
to wash away the pain
and injustice in the world.

Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead.

Now, Tony, I don't think
I deserve this kind
of treatment.

-This is really...
-I can't talk now, boss.

I don't want to get fired.
I've got to finish this.

Oh, all right.

Sam?

Hi, everyone.

Ooh, ice cream!

So, did you do it?
Did you get fired?

Yeah.

So what will you wear
to the football game
next Saturday?

I don't know.

Are you going to let
Chad kiss you?

I don't know... Yeah!

ANGELA: Tony,
put the vacuum away.

TONY: I'm busy, boss.

ANGELA: Tony, if you don't put
the vacuum away,

I'm never going to
speak to you again.

TONY: Ooh-hoo,
promises, promises.

Hello, Tony.

Hello, Angela.

Hello, Mona.
Wonderful to see you.

Would you like some coffee?

Yes, I would, thanks.

It's in the kitchen.

Oh, thank you.

No, don't see me out.

I can take care of it.

Oh, hi, Mrs. Robinson.

-Hi!
-Hi.

Oh, knock it off.

Up. Shake a leg, kid.

Okay, Sam,
so what's going on in there?

Well, my dad's mad at Angela
because she fired me.

Oh, sweetheart, you got fired.

That's terrible!

Oh, no, it's not.

Because now she can
keep her date with Chad.

I see.

And just how did you
happen to get fired?

I accidentally forgot
to mail a package
and some other stuff.

Accidentally?

Okay, okay, okay.
I did it on purpose.

You're not going to
tell on her, are you,
Mrs. Robinson?

Do I look like
a ratfink stoolie?

No, but you do look
a bit like Julie Harris.

No more ice cream
for you, dear.

It's freezing your brain.

Samantha, I'm not
going to tell on you.

I mean, this is just between
you and your conscience.

I mean, you can
either tell the truth
and feel good about yourself

or you can live
with that ugly lie
the rest of your life.

All right,
you're off the hook!

This is great.

Now you've got everything
you wanted.

Yeah, so how come
I feel so rotten?

Oh, that's just guilt.

Don't worry, it goes away
in a couple of weeks.

I can't stand seeing
you guys fight like this.

-And...
-And?

And I'm really sorry.

I never meant to do anything
to hurt either one of you.

Oh, this is so hard.

Welcome back to
Wallace and McQuade.

What?

Angela, you are the greatest!

I take back everything I said.

I'm not a jungle?

No, you're a meadow.

Wait! You're the beach.

You're Yankee Stadium.

Yankee Stadium?
Oh, I like it.

And you know what else?

-You the best boss.
-Aww.

Sam, ain't she the best boss?

Isn't it great
working for her, Sam?

What?

My baby.

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

Samantha, would you take
this report to the Chairman
of the Board's Office?

It's very, very
very important.

Right, Angela.

Lose it, toss it!

Throw it in the shredder.

You won't have to work,
and you'll feel a lot better!

Shut up!

I beg your pardon?

Oh, not you, Angela.

Them.

Them?