08x18 - 62 Pick Up

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♪ You take the good,
you take the bad ♪

♪ You take 'em both
and there you have ♪

♪ The facts of life,
the facts of life ♪

♪ There's a time you
gotta go and show ♪

♪ You're growin'
now you know about ♪

♪ The facts of life,
the facts of life ♪

♪ When the world never seems ♪

♪ To be livin' up
to your dreams ♪

♪ And suddenly
you're findin' out ♪

♪ The facts of life
are all about you ♪

♪ All about you ♪

♪ You ♪

♪ All about you ♪

♪ It takes a lot
to get 'em right ♪

♪ When you're learnin'
the facts of life ♪

♪ Learnin' the facts of life ♪

♪ Learnin' the facts of life ♪

♪ The facts of life ♪♪

♪ La, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la
la, la, la, la, la ♪

Ooh, this piano
needs tuning bad.

♪ La, la, la, la, la... ♪

Hey, not bad.

The three of us
should go on the road.

Can I help you?

Sorry to bother you.

We just wanted to sneak
a peek at the old place.

Well, what do you know?

If it wasn't for the paint,
the wallpaper, the drapes,

The carpeting and the furniture,

It hasn't changed a bit.

I'm sorry, but you
can't come in here.

Uh, forgive my
pushy friend, miss.

He does get a
little carried away.

You see, a few years ago...

Quite a few years ago.

This elderly gentleman
and I stayed here.

Yeah, we were on our
very first college tour

And this house holds a
lot of memories for us.

Yeah, you see,
long ago this place

Was once a rather well-known
little boardinghouse

And when performers
came to peekskill,

They always roomed here.

Are you trying to sell
me a vacuum cleaner?

Don't you know who we are?

Should i?

Well, I should hope so.

We're known as the golden boys.

We sing all over the country.

Uh, excuse me?

I'm bobby rydell.

Who?

I don't blame you.

His own mother
hardly recognizes him.

I am fabian.

Who?

Oh, come on, now.

When the two of us
were no older than you,

We were singing on
"the ed sullivan show."

Who?

Is your mother at home?

I'm sorry, maybe I should
know who you are, but I don't.

So, uh, why don't
you come back later

And you can talk to beverly ann.

Who?

Anyway, I told them
to come back later.

The fabian and the bobby rydell?

Yeah, that's what they said.

Ooh!

Wait a minute.

Are you sure that's
who they were?

They weren't just trying to
sell you a vacuum cleaner?

They're definitely in town.

They're doing a concert
with chubby checker.

We've been plugging it at
the radio station all week.

Do you guys actually
listen to that '60s music?

It's prehistoric.

I beg your pardon.

That was my era.

And I loved it.

Girl groups, doo-wop music.

Twisting the night away.

Oh, gosh, was I hip.

Don't tell me you
actually walked around

Looking like a refugee
from a "beach blanket" movie.

Yeah, annette, hurt me.

You wouldn't
believe the clothes.

Pastel angora sweaters,

Capri pants, spike heels.

I believe it.

I just spent $189
on that same outfit.

You see?

Everything that was cool
back then is coming back now.

Those beehive hairdos come
back, I'm shaving my head.

Oh, the '60s were
wonderful and the music,

You should hear the music.

I know I have my batch
of 45s in here somewhere.

One is by my favorite girl group

And there's a long,
long story behind it.

Oh, you never find something...

Hey! Here it is.

It was back in
the spring of 1961.

Or was it '62?

Or was it the fall?

Ask her the day of
the week and you die.

Blackbird boarding
house, like, hello.

You want a room for
next week? Oh, man.

How can you be worried
about next week when we're all

Tumbling into the
bottomless void of oblivion?

Yes, we take all
major credit cards.

Like, man!

This really bums me out.

Good afternoon, mrs. Krebs.

My, you look
exceptionally lovely today.

Cool it, badger, I'm hip to you.

You just broke my window again.

A baseball?

Must belong to that group
of juvenile delinquents outside.

I'll just hold on to it

While you hold on to this.

You dig?

Black is definitely your color.

You know, you got some
pretty strong girls in this town.

Let me in! Let me in!

I think they liked us.

Oh, you poor cats.

Never mind them.

They're just the mindless masses

Eager to rip at the flesh
of genius like piranha

In the feeding frenzy of desire.

Tea?

Not if it's the same stuff
you've been drinking.

Hey, man, like, I was wondering
if I could lay a rap on you?

Like, I own this coffeehouse
next door, the blackbird café.

Hey, bobby, it's getting late.

We gotta get out of
these ripped clothes.

Yeah.

Now I know why the
beach boys wear t-shirts.

It's cheaper.

Oh, man, how 'bout
my coffeehouse?

We'll talk, mrs. K.

Yeah, only later,
uh, you understand.

Like I'm understanding my
way into the poor house!

All right, come on,
guys, it's all clear.

I don't like this, frizzo.

Relax, pinky, we ain't
gonna get caught.

Who cares about that?

I'm wasting valuable
cruising time.

I could be making out.

Park your lips in neutral,
will you, we got a job to do.

I can't believe it.

I'm actually standing
on the very same linoleum

That bobby rydell and
fabian touched with the soles

Of their own personal
shoes, somebody pinch me!

Cool it, frenchy, huh?

Oh!

We're never gonna
meet bobby and fabian.

We're gonna get
caught, I just know it.

The police are gonna
come and put us in jail.

The principal's gonna expel us
from school and worst of all,

I'm outta hair spray.

Dee dee, don't be
such a lame-o, huh?

Wait a minute, frizzo.

What are we gonna do?

Just barge into their rooms?

Let me, let me, I'll do it!

I said cool it, huh,
we need a plan.

I got one, let's leave.

Hey, we made a blood oath.

It's the only way to get
our song to the guys.

Pinky's right.

Us four, we're a singing
group and someday

Our name is gonna
be up in lights.

The sha-la-la,
la-la-la, la-la-la-las.

I don't know.

I still like the sha-la-la,
na-na-na, na-na-na-nas.

I don't know, I like the
sha-na-na-shoo-be-was.

Uh, how about something
simple like... The supremes!

Nah. Nah. Nah.

I can't believe I'm actually
staring at the very same pillow

That bobby and fabian might
actually personally have sat on.

This pillow has cushioned
the tushies of my teen idols.

Uh-oh!

Like, what is going on here?

Like, who are you people?

Cleaning lady.

Tv repair.

Phone company.

Land shark.

Like, maybe I better
get on the horn

With our neighborhood fuzz.

Oh, no! We can
explain everything.

Really we can, mrs. Uh...

Krebs... Lay it on me.

My name is frizzo, this here
is frenchy, dee dee and pinky.

We're a singing group.

The sha-la-la,
la-la-la, la-la-la-las.

We've written a
song that we'd like

Bobby rydell and
fabian to look at.

We think it's perfect for them.

It was written
expressly for them.

And elvis already
turned it down.

Bobby and fabian
are much too busy

To be bugged by every
little guttersnipe

Who think she's written
a great song, like.

Look here, mrs. Krebs.

This is very important to us.

We have to make it in show biz.

We already got kicked
out of beauty school.

Yeah, they found out dee dee had a
family of squirrels living in her hairdo.

Like, I can dig it.

All right.

To show you my heart's
in the right place,

I'll see what I can do.

Now make like the
breeze and blow.

Oh, mrs. Krebs,
you're the grooviest!

We'll never forget this!

"Hot rod lovers."

Please.

Hey, come on, bobby.

We're gonna be late!

Okay!

Where's the clearasil?

We're out, I used it up.

Great.

I'm gonna be on national
television with a pizza face.

Hey, let's go over the
ending of "kissin' time".

Why not.

Hey, what's this?

"Hot rod lover".

Hey, wait a minute, wait, wait.

Let's see here.

♪ Hot rod lover ♪

♪ Like no other ♪

♪ I'm her backseat romeo ♪

♪ Romeo ♪♪

Oh, I'm sorry, you cats.

I didn't mean to leave
that lying around.

How uncool.

I'll throw it out.

Throw it out, are you
flip? That song is fab!

Fab?

You mean, you dig it the most?

Why, it's a solid gold
hit if I ever heard one.

Hey, we gotta record this.

I mean, it's sensational,
where'd it come from?

Yeah!

Like, who wrote it?

Like... I did.

Well, man, I know the
rent check bounced, man,

But I got a line on some bread.

Some moolah, some
do-ray... 24 Hours?

Oh, man.

Thank you, daddy-o.

You are all heart.

Capitalist imperialist pig.

Okay, mrs. Krebs.

I'm all finished sweeping
out the coffeehouse,

Are we even now?

Well, let me see.

Take the minimum wage,
divide it by 26 windows,

18 Lamps, the
grill on my edsel...

Back to work, mister.

Anything you say, mrs. Krebs.

Capitalist imperialist pig.

Oh, man, what now?

It's us, the sha-la-la,
la-la-la, la-la-la-las.

La señora krebs no
en la casa, la-la-la-la.

Go away!

Oh, what a drag.

Sorry to bother
you, we just wondered

If you had a chance to
give our song to the guys.

Like, uh... Yeah, man, I did.

Great, did they love it?

Are they gonna record it?

Are we gonna be famous
like the cookie crumbs,

The polyesterville
and the excitations?

I'm afraid not.

No, they thought your
song was nowheresville.

Oh, rats!

But, uh, like, keep trying.

Uh, you don't happen to
have any other songs, do you?

No, that one took
us eight years.

Oh, what a bummer.

Well, keep in touch.

Hey, wait a minute, can
we get our song back?

Uh, too bad.

I do believe I lined
the birdcage with it.

Man!

Sorry, mrs. Krebs!

Like, I'll sorry you,
you little twerp!

I wonder if ozzie and harriet
ever had these problems.

I can't believe they
didn't like the song.

It had hit written all over it.

Oh, what do we
know what's a hit?

We're just four silly teenagers.

We can't even stay up past 9:30.

Dee dee, we...

Are the sha-la-la,
la-la-la, la-la-la-las.

That means we are somebody.

Yeah, right.

We're four
somebodies with a song

At the bottom of a canary cage.

Wait a second.

Maybe the guys would
really dig our song

If we could actually
sing it to them.

Good thinking, frenchy.

I just may have a plan.

Hey, fabian, you know what
would sound great here?

If you took the high
part... And I sang...

♪ Hot rod lover ♪

Crazy, man, that
makes the song right.

I dig it, daddy.

House painters.

House painters?

Is there an echo in here?

All right, men.

Wait a minute, guys.

You can't start painting,
we have to rehearse.

Oh... Oh, fabian.

What's wrong with him?

Ha ha, just breathing
in too many paint fumes.

Look, fellas, can you
come back tomorrow?

You have the dreamiest eyes.

Okay.

Stay away from him.

Excuse me, fellas, uh...

Thought maybe while
you were rehearsing,

You would, uh, listen to...

Like, what is going on here?

Like, who are all these men?

Uh, they're the house painters.

The house pa... What? Hold it.

There's something
fishy about these guys.

You're not painters!

You're the sha-la... Whatevers.

Show business was slow,
so we decided to branch out.

Ow!

You're a girl,
whew, what a relief.

Hey, look, everybody, can
you discuss all of this outside?

Yeah, bobby and I
have to rehearse

This great new
song "hot rod lover."

Well, if you think
the title's great,

Wait till you hear
fab and I sing it.

We wrote that song!

Mrs. K wrote that
song, didn't you?

Well, i... Of course.

Didn't like our song, huh?

But we should keep trying, huh?

Have we written any
other songs, huh?

So you're not married, huh?

Well, I'm sure I don't know
what you cats are jiving about.

Neither do we.

I mean, whose song is this?

It's ours.

We're a singing group.

The sha-la-la,
la-la-la, la-la-la-las.

Well, it's a pleasure
meeting you ladies.

But until we prove who
really wrote this song,

We can't perform it.

You want proof?

We'll give you proof.

Girls!

He's got a body by fisher.

He's my little deuce coupe.

When he revs up my engine.

My heart goes shoop-shoop-shoop.

♪ Hot rod lover ♪

♪ Like no other ♪

♪ He's my backseat romeo ♪

♪ Romeo ♪

♪ When we go to the drive-in ♪

♪ Girl I ain't jiving ♪

♪ We never see the ♪

♪ Show-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ He's my fuel injected daddy ♪

♪ He's like a
high-powered train ♪

♪ When he kisses my lips ♪

♪ It just drives me insane ♪

♪ He's got a high-flow
transmission ♪

♪ Four on the floor ♪

♪ When he shifts
me into high gear ♪

♪ I just scream for more oh! ♪

♪ Hot rod lover ♪

♪ He's like no other ♪

♪ He's my backseat romeo ♪

♪ Romeo ♪

♪ When we go to the drive-in ♪

♪ Girl I ain't jiving ♪

♪ We never see the show ♪

♪ Shoop shoop doo-doo-wop ♪

♪ Shang-a-lang ♪

♪ Shoop doo wah ♪♪

I think we got a winner!

And I think we got a loser.

I'm sorry I lied, man.

Like, I know it was wrong.

But I only did it to
save my coffeehouse.

Business is like zilch.

I'm mortgaged up to my bongos.

Well, if that's the case,

What do you say we
do a show for her?

Huh, fab?

Another benefit?

Fab.

Okay, okay, we're
not busy tonight.

Oh, you guys are
more than the most!

Ahh!

Oh, let me! Let me!

"And out of the depth
of my nothingness,

"From deep within my screeching

"Howling bottomless abyss,

"I greet the new dawn,

"A nightmare scream frozen...

In my throat."

I call that "my ode to spring."

Why, thank you.

You cats have been the hippest.

Next, we have a special
treat for you tonight

Here at the blackbird café.

We're not gonna
water the drinks.

Like I was saying, we have
a special treat tonight.

Let's give a big
blackbird welcome

To the kings of rock and roll.

Here is bobby rydell
and fabian, all right!

Thank you. Thank you.

You know, we wouldn't
be on the stage tonight

If it weren't for four
lovely ladies who we predict

Are gonna be hot on the charts.

So please welcome the
sha-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-las.

Hey girls, why don't you
introduce yourselves

To the hometown crowd?

Hi, I'm pinky.

Frizzo.

I'm frenchy.

I'm dee dee.

Let's hit it.

♪ Nah nah-nah nah-nah
nah nah-nah-nah ♪

♪ Nah nah-nah nah-nah
nah nah-nah-nah ♪

♪ Shoo-doop shoo-be-doop ♪

♪ Shoo-doop shoo-be-doop ♪

♪ Shoo-doop shoo-be-doop ♪

♪ Shoo-doop shoo-be-doop ♪

♪ Hey what I say ♪

♪ Hey what I say ♪

♪ I said do you remember
the twist and bop ♪

♪ And all the fun we
had at the record hop ♪

♪ So wear my blue suede shoes ♪

♪ Baggy pants and a pompadour ♪

♪ Baggy pants and a pompadour ♪

♪ We go cruising
every friday night ♪

♪ To find a place to park
where there were no lights ♪

♪ Me and you in the
back seat of a '55 ford ♪

♪ Back seat of a '55 ford ♪

♪ Somehow made it
to the drive-in show ♪

♪ Never saw the
picture just the radio ♪

♪ Oh baby let's put ♪

♪ The fun back
in rock and roll ♪

♪ Oh baby let's put the
fun back in rock and roll ♪

♪ Let's put the fun
back in rock and roll ♪

♪ Oh baby let's put ♪

♪ The fun back
in rock and roll ♪

♪ Oh baby let's put the
fun back in rock and roll ♪

♪ Let's put the fun
back in rock and roll ♪

♪ Oh baby let's put ♪

♪ The fun back
in rock and roll ♪

♪ Oh baby let's put the
fun back in rock and roll ♪

♪ Let's put the fun
back in rock and roll ♪

♪ Oh baby let's put ♪

♪ The fun back
in rock and roll ♪

♪ Oh baby let's put the
fun back in rock and roll ♪

♪ Let's put the fun
back in rock and roll ♪

♪ Oh baby let's put ♪

♪ The fun back
in rock and roll ♪

♪ Oh baby let's put the
fun back in rock and roll ♪

♪ Let's put the fun
back in rock and roll ♪

♪ Oh baby let's put ♪

♪ The fun back in
rock and roll... ♪

Anyway, that's the way
they say the story goes.

So whatever happened
to that group,

The sha-la-la-whatevers?

I hope they changed their name.

Well, they had a few minor hits.

And then they retired
from show business

And opened a beauty parlor.

The chalet sha-la.

Well, what about mrs. Krebs?

She's their shampoo lady.

Oh, I'll get it.

That's probably
bobby and fabian.

Wait! They can't
see me like this.

Talk to them.

I have to get changed, oh.

Hi. Hi.

Come on in, guys,
my name is tootie.

And that's jo, blair,
natalie and andy.

This is bobby and fabian.

How you doing?

Listen, I'm sorry I didn't know
who you were the first time.

Oh, that's okay.

We just went back to the
hotel and had a good cry.

Well, we sure are
glad you came back.

Fabian, you were
always my favorite.

Thanks, except I'm bobby?

Has anybody seen my glasses?

So how's the old
place look to you?

Bet you don't recognize it.

As a matter of fact, we don't.

But maybe if we see the room
we had on the third floor,

It would all come back to us.

Um...

We don't have any
rooms on the third floor.

We don't have a third floor.

The house next door does.

Oops. Oops.

I told you it was next door.

I could have swore
it was this place.

I don't care what it
does to your image,

You're getting glasses.

Bobby? Fabian?

Bobby?! Fabian?!

Bobby? Fabian?

♪♪