07x06 - Richie Falls in Love

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Sunday, Monday, happy days.

Tuesday, Wednesday, happy days.

Thursday, Friday, happy days.

The weekend comes, my cycle hums, ready to race to you.

These days are ours.

These days are ours.

Share them with me.

Oh, baby, goodbye, gray sky, hello, blue.

There's nothing can hold me when I hold you.

You feel so right, you can't be wrong.

Rockin' and rollin' all week long.

Sunday, Monday, happy days.

Tuesday, Wednesday, happy days.

Thursday, Friday, happy days.

Saturday, what a day.

What a day, groovin' all week with you.

These days are ours.

Share them with me.

Oh, happy days.

These days are ours.

Happy and free.

Oh, baby.

These happy days are yours and mine.

These happy days are yours and mine.

Happy days.

Hey, Chach, order 12,000 buns.

I'll eat 12,000 buns.

And I need 50 pounds of hamburger meat.

Al needs 50 pounds of hamburger meat.

Al, would you do me a favor and keep
your thumb off the scale this time, please?

And I need 20 pounds of pickles.



Oh, Al, Al, he's out of pickles.

How do you expect me to make Arnold
Burgers without pickles?

You're right, Al, but he says he's got lots of raisins.

I can't use raisins.

What, does he think I do business with a
bunch of ding-a-lings?

On second thought, he'll take the raisins.

All right, Al, what do you think?

Tell the truth now.

One cheese sandwich coming up.

What are you doing, Al?

I'm the mouse that ran off the clock.

Guess what I am.

How much time do I have?

Okay, why the get-ups?

Homecoming floats.

The theme this year is nursery rhymes.

Oh.

Oh.

Richie, you're making me crazy.

I worked on these costumes for weeks.

Well, then you should have
talked to me about it, Lori Beth,

because I'm not going to wear
this to the homecoming parade.

Oh, Rich, you look adorable.

I look ridiculous.

Nobody else thinks you look ridiculous.

You look ridiculous.

I'll see you later, Rich.

Keep your sunny side up.

Huh?

You see that?

Huh?

Richie, it's the homecoming parade we do it every year.

Well, maybe I'll sit it out this year.

Oh, look at this.

Cute, Rich.

Of course I'll do it, Fonz.

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da.

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da.

Ah!

Oh, yeah.

Here come you.

All right, hold.

What's all the commotion?

These chicks farther on the carpet stall.

Look at this.

I come in for a quick sandwich.

I landed here in Twilight Zone.

Homecoming floats and nursery rhymes.

Hey, Mother Goose.

Yo.

Got three number twos to go.

You got it, Fonz.

All right.

Oh.

You're very down-to-mouth, Renee.

Richie's upset about being home.

Dumpty, dumpty.

I'm way past upset.

Cracking under pressure, huh?

Cracking under pressure.

That's good, Fonz.

That's good.

All right, all right.

Over to the jukebox.

We'll have a real man-to-egg talk, huh?

All right, hickory dickory.

You're talking about a chick's head.

All right.

Hey, thanks, Fonz.

Thanks, Fonz.

Hi, there.

Want to come over to my place for some cheese and crackers?

Yeah.

All right, spill.

Swallowing goldfish.

Having pillow fights down at the frat house.

Playing hide-and-go-seek at Inspiration.

Point.

Those are all nice things, Fonz.

But dressing up like Humpty Dumpty?

You don't want to be Humpty Dumpty.

See, that I knew you'd understand, Fonz.

Sure I understand.

Okay, you'll make a perfect Georgie Porgie.

Pudding pie, huh?

See that?

I saw you proud.

Hey, yeah.

Mike, the gold water ready.

Thanks.

Girls, Inspiration.

Point.

I want to show you that area I checked out
for outdoor carpeting.

Did Humpty Dumpty fall off his wall?

I just about had it with the Humpty Dumpty
wall jokes, you know what I mean?

Sorry.

I'm getting them from everybody.

Look, I can't even go into the bathroom.

You see that?

I'm sorry, Rich.

Yeah, I'm sorry too, Lori Beth.

But you're just going to have to understand something.

I can't wear this costume.

So I'm sure that the costume committee can
find somebody else to wear it.

Rich, I am the costume committee.

I'm not going to change my mind, Lori Beth.

That's it.

No way.

Where are you going?

I don't know.

I'm going out in the real world to find some grown-ups.

I'm not going very far in this outfit either.

If you came in here looking for action,
you're just a little bit early.

No, no.

I'm just trying to find a place to be alone.

I guess I came to the right spot.

What'll it be, pal?

Beer, please.

Drafts or bottle?

Root.

Root beer.

There you go.

Drink it slow.

Hello.

Hi.

Can I help you?

I'll have a root beer, please.

What is this, a good chip lollipop?

Kismet.

I just ordered a root beer myself.

Did you?

Here you go, miss.

Oh, no, please.

Let me get this.

Oh, that's not necessary.

No, no.

It's my pleasure.

It's not that often that I run into a
fellow root beer lover.

Thanks.

It's all right.

Keep the change.

Hey.

Thanks, root beer.

It's all right.

Oh, here.

Let me help you with that.

No, no, no.

It's just my camera equipment.

I'm used to it.

Oh, that's a lot of camera equipment.

Well, I'm a freelance photographer.

Freelance photographer?

No kidding.

Oh, well, see, we're sort of in the same field.

I'm a journalism major.

I got a job down at the Milwaukee Journal.

Oh.

Well, on the loading docks.

But, you know, I figure it's a start.

My name's Richard Cunningham.

I'm Barbara Thomas.

Oh, very nice meeting you.

Sit down.

Thank you.

So, uh, where are you from?

Well, mostly I live on the road,
but I have a place in Paris.

Paris.

Well, I guess I could practice some of my
college French on you then, huh?

You better not.

I, uh, have just a smattering of enough
languages to get me a room and a shower.

Oh.

Well, what's your favorite foreign language?

Italian.

Freelance photographer, huh?

Would you mind if, if, if I, I mean,
uh, could I buy you another drink?

Why not?

Frutta birra, too.

Oh, Sunrise Boys?

Yes, I'd like to order a dozen long-stemmed roses.

Yes, and on the card, I would like you to put, I
want these flowers to see how lovely you are.

Yeah, that's right, and, and underline the U.

Thanks, well, I, I am a writer.

I'd like you to send them to Barbara Thomas at the
Pfister Hotel, you can send the bill to Cunningham Hardware.

I'm gonna get that monogrammed shirt.

Wait a minute.

Oh, don't worry, Dad, I'll pay for those
flowers, I'm much more mature now.

Yeah, well, forget mature, tell me something,
who is this new girl, Barbara Thomas?

She's not a girl, Dad.

She isn't.

She's a woman.

I was close.

One, two, cha-cha-cha, three, four, cha-cha-cha.

Cha-cha-cha, a warm, witty, sophisticated
woman of the world.

You called?

Oh, one, two, cha-cha-cha, three, four, cha-cha-cha.

What put you in such a good mood?

You did.

Oh.

Sweetheart.

And there I was, left sitting alone in a
gondola on the Grand Canal.

Oh, a gondola.

My parents left me a cross-town bus once, but a gondola.

Oh, man.

Venice, camel races in Morocco.

You've been just about everywhere, right?

Well, almost everywhere.

I saved Milwaukee for tonight.

To Milwaukee?

To Milwaukee.

To Milwaukee.

Barbara, you know, you're fascinating.

I bet you've never worn a Humpty Dumpty suit.

What?

Never mind.

Never mind.

I just, uh, I don't think I've ever met
anyone like you before.

Excuse me.

I've missed this.

It was left at the front desk for you.

Hey, hey, hey, root beer.

Thank you.

Pardon me, Richard, while I mix a little
business with pleasure.

Sure.

These are my photo proofs of my Tahiti trip.

I sold a layout to a travel magazine.

Congratulations.

Not too bad.

But what's left to say about Tahiti?

Well, I can tell you what these pictures say to me.

Romance is alive and well in the South Seas.

That's a nice title for my story.

May I?

You mean you want to, uh, be my guest?

You know, you could be a big help on my
next feature on Venice.

You'd be great.

Think of it.

Venice through the eyes of a young romantic.

Young romantic?

When do we leave?

I leave tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow's the day after tonight.

You don't, uh, stick around in one place very long, do you?

My choice, Richard.

You know, my father was a coal miner with eight children.

My mother always wanted to travel.

She finally got to.

She went to Scranton when they buried my aunt.

Well, uh, a lot of people never
really get... I'm not a lot of people.

I swore I'd see the world.

So now you're going to Venice.

Ah, Venice.

Canals.

Oh, solo mio.

Come with me?

No, no, I couldn't.

Could I?

You could.

But how about school?

I drop out.

Are you kidding?

This is the dropout generation.

Besides, I could always drop back in.

Look, I know a wonderful little hotel in Venice.

What would your parents say?

A lot.

Oh, yes.

My parents would say a lot, but...

On the other hand?

It's my life.

It's my decision.

Well, then there's nothing else keeping you here?

I can think of a million things keeping me here.

Right now, I can't think of a single one
that's as important as this.

You write the words, I'll take the pictures.

Here's to our feature.

Venice through the eyes of a young romantic.

Not too young, I hope.

That's up to you.

Barbara, would you care for some dessert?

Why don't we just have a nightcap in my room?

Room?

Oh, solo mio.

Howard?

Howard?

Joanie?

In the kitchen, Mom.

Richard isn't home, and his bed hasn't been slept in.

All right, Marion, calm down.

He probably spent the night at the frat house.

But he always called.

You're overreacting, Marion.

Mom, we're going to be late for the college SAT test.

Oh, solo mio.

Morning.

Where have you been?

We've been worried sick.

Oh, you should have called, Richard.

Let's hear the details, sport.

Well, come on.

What have you got to say?

I'm going to Venice.

Venice?

Venice.

Italy?

Italy.

With Barbara.

Wow.

Wow.

Boy, it's amazing how far you can get
these days on a dozen long stem roses.

Come on, Dad.

Now, that's not a fair statement to make.

We walked and... And... And we talked,
and she showed me all her pictures.

It was a glorious night.

Why didn't you call, Richard?

Oh, I'm sorry, Dad.

I should have.

Listen, I don't want to upset anyone.

I...

I just want to go to Venice.

How about school?

How about your job?

How about taking your sister?

Joanie.

I knew you'd say all those things.

You know, you're such a wonderful family.

Come on, Mom.

If I don't make that test, I'll never get to college.

Go ahead, Marion.

I'll handle this.

Well...

Gently, Howard.

Gently.

Richie, you can have whatever's in my piggy bank.

Thanks, Joanie.

Venice!

Sit down, son.

Look, Dad, I have to say this.

I feel like I'm a little bit too old for a
typical father-son talk.

Oh, no, you're not.

Because I'll always be your father,
just like you're always going to be my son.

I'm a grown man now, Dad.

I can think for myself.

Well, then why don't you think with your
head instead of your heart?

Because this is my chance to fly.

This is my chance to get out there and experience
things instead of just reading about them all the time.

Dad, how am I ever going to be a writer if I
don't get out there and see and do some things?

You're going to be leaving a lot of loose ends.

What about school?

Well, college is always going to be there.

Oh.

And Lori Beth, will she always be there, too?

I've thought a lot about Lori Beth.

I'm crazy about her, Dad.

Dad, she's a wonderful girl.

Barbara is a wonderful woman.

Richard, what do you know about this Barbara Thomas?

I mean, you're willing to change your whole
life for some dame you've known for 24 hours?

Dame?

Let me tell you something, Dad.

You don't know this person.

You have no right calling her a dame, bucko.

Bucko, huh?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean that.

You're not a bucko.

But I still want this job in Venice, Dad.

Look, Richard, all I'm asking you to do is to think.

Use that mind of yours.

Because whatever you decide now, you're
going to have to live with for the rest of your life.

Will you at least promise me that?

I promise, bucko.

I can't ask for any more.

Thanks, Dad.

Her name's Barbara.

And she's climbed the Himalayas.

She's met the Dalai Lama.

She's been to the camel races in Morocco.

Richie, you're running away with a travel agent?

She's a freelance photographer.

I don't know.

Somehow I want more out of my life than a nine-to-five
job, two-week vacation in August, six paid holidays a year.

It's not just the humpty-dumpty suit
that's making you nuts.

No.

Fonzie, I got to grow up.

You're in college.

When you're in Rome, do as the Romanians do.

No, the Fonz does.

I know.

You're not going to wear an egg suit when
you're 30, you understand?

You're in college now.

A lot of people are depending on you.

Fonz, I can't pass up on this chance.

I just can't.

I'll write your letters.

Yeah, you write me letters from Italy,
from Paris, just postcards.

Postcards.

Yeah, I can put them up on my locker.

You are really crazy about this chick, ain't you?

Oh, yeah, I really am.

Fonz, you know what I would like?

I would like you to be the first person to meet here.

Will you come down to the hotel with me?

Yeah, she met the Dalai Lama, she could meet me.

This is the room, pretty good, huh?

Oh, Fonz, Fonz, come on.

You've got to come over here for a second.

See, this is the table where we had dinner.

Only, only, see, I was sitting here.

And now, you know, she was sitting over
there, but this lady's sitting here.

Yeah, yeah, he's a little bit excited,
bon appétit, you know what I mean?

And over here, see, this is where we met, Fonz.

I was sitting here, she was sitting there,
but then a little bit later, I moved over here.

Why don't you just get her on the phone?

Oh, right, right.

Bartender, do you have a house full?

Hey, root beer!

Root beer?

Codename.

Thank goodness.

Wait a minute, I got something for you here.

Oh, didn't I pay my bill last night?

No, no, no, it's not a bill, it's from the other root beer.

Oh, that's good.

That's Barbara.

Yeah.

Yeah, excuse me.

Yeah.

Dearest Richard, Venice was cancelled.

I'm being sent to Australia.

Sorry I didn't get to say goodbye in person.

I'll always treasure the memory of Milwaukee and you.

Love, Barbara.

Oh, Red.

I am more than sorry.

Into friend, into dream, into story.

Correction.

Into this story.

You got a million coming, Red.

And now she left a note with the bartender.

Oh, my.

Thanks for telling us, Fonz.

Yeah.

He's out walking.

He'll be here soon.

This was really rough on him.

I thought long and hard about telling you.

I thought maybe I had to take the risk, you know.

I figured this way.

He lost her.

He got you.

Oh.

Poor Richard.

Oh, he'll be okay.

It's rough, but it's all part of growing up.

And he'll handle it very well.

Listen, don't anyone say anything when he comes in, huh?

Joanie.

Oh, Richard.

You know.

Fonzie.

Well, he was worried about you, Richard, and so were we.

Now, dinner's gonna be in about an hour, dear.

There's a good old Marx Brothers picture on TV tonight.

Get a lot of rest.

Big day tomorrow.

Homecoming parade.

Listen, I appreciate what you're all trying to
do, but I'm gonna get there one of these days.

Maybe with Barbara.

Maybe with somebody else.

But I'm gonna get there.

Our little boy is growing up.

No, Marion.

He's grown.

No, I hope college isn't as hard as those tests were.

You want to go to college, you gotta take the test.

I'll get it, yeah.

Oh, look, is this right?

Oh, I wish I was playing Minnie Mouse.

Richie going to the homecoming parade.

Sure he's going.

It's gonna be such a great parade.

All right.

Uh, look, g*ng, I think maybe you're gonna
have to find someone else to play Humpty Dumpty.

Oh, no.

Sorry I'm late.

Hey, I'll be.

Oh, boy, I'm really glad you decided to be Humpty Dumpty.

Oh, me too.

I didn't want to let everybody down, and
what, am I gonna be an egg when I'm 30?

Hey, we better get going.

We're gonna be late.

We're gonna be late.

Potsie really lives his part.

Come on, Johnny.

Oh, I'm coming.

I gotta take pictures of the homecoming parade.

Have a wonderful time.

Bye.

Have a... Oh, Howard, come on.

Let's go to the parade.

Oh, not me.

I hate parades.

Every time I watch one, I gotta stand on my tiptoes.

This may be the last time that you can see
your son in an egg suit.

Come on, bucko.

Again with the bucko.

What is it?

Goodbye, gray sky, hello, blue.

There's nothing can hold me when I hold you.

It feels so right, it can't be wrong.

Rockin' and rollin' all week long.

These days are ours.

Happy and free.

Oh, happy days.

These days are ours.

Share them with me.

Oh, baby.

These happy days are yours and mine.

These happy days are yours and mine.

Happy days.