| Episode begins at the "Tool Time" studio. Tim and
Al are standing behind the bench, which is covered with tools. |
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| Tim: | It's Specialty Tool Week here on "Tool Time."
We're doing our salute [Tim and Al salute] to salutes. [Tim keeps saluting,
each one getting more exaggerated] |
| Al: | Tim. [Tim salutes at Al] Could we? |
| Tim: | [Saluting with each word] We bet we could,
bulla. [Tim stops saluting] Actually we're doing our salute to Binford's new
line of tools just for the ladies. |
| Al: | That's right. Like this: [Al picks up a tool]
Binford's lighweight Lady Binford drill. It's 30% lighter, which every woman
likes in a tool. |
| Tim: | As well as herself! Well, these tools are fine
if you've got room at home, but what about the woman that's out on a formal
affair? |
| Al: | Ah well, for that we recommend Binford's
Gal-on-the-go evening bag. Heidi! [Heidi enters, wearing an evening dress and
with a purse over her shoulder. Music plays. Tim and Al walk over to Heidi.
Heidi shows off the purse] |
| Audience: | Ooooo! [Tim holds up his hand] |
| Tim: | As you can see, sequins on the outside, [Heidi
opens the purse to reveal a set of tools] tools on the inside. |
| Al: | Broken heel? Not a problem. You have a small
hammer with nails. [Heidi takes the hammer out of the purse and taps her shoe]
Problem zipper? Not a problem. You have a set of pliers. [Heidi takes some
pliers out of the purse] |
| Tim: | Unsightly nose hair? Not a problem. [Tim takes
the pliers from Heidi] Needle nose pliers. [Tim plucks hair from his
nostrils] Aw, dink. Let's face it ladies, you have an unsightly nose hair
problem, you're not invited out to many formal affairs anyway. [Tim hands the
pliers back to Heidi] Thank you Heidi. |
| Heidi: | Thank you Tim. [Heidi closes the purse and
leaves. Tim and Al return to the bench] |
| Tim: | And what about the woman that's not too good
with tools in general? For that we recommend the "Tool Man in a Tote." [Tim
reaches under the bench and brings out a bag. He takes an inflatable tool man
out of the bag] One quick pull. [Tim pulls the cord and the tool man
inflates] |
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| [Opening credits] |
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| Cut to Randy and Mark's room. |
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| [Randy is using his computer. Brad enters] |
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| Brad: | Hey Randy. D'you want to play some catch?
[Brad throws a ball into the air and catches it in his baseball
glove] |
| Randy: | No, I can't. I'm doing my homework. [Brad
comes over to the computer and reads from the screen] |
| Brad: | "Dear Molly." [Randy stands up and pushes
Brad away] |
| Randy: | Hey, get out of here. I don't want you
reading my homework. |
| Brad: | Tsk. Doesn't look like homework to me. [Brad
forces his way over to the computer and sits down] |
| Randy: | C'mon. |
| Brad: | [Reading from the screen] "When I think of
kissing you my heart beats like a symphony." |
| Randy: | Hmm, hmm. It's for music class. |
| Brad: | Oh yeah? Then who's Molly? |
| Randy: | Well, that shows how much you know. Molly is
a musical instrument! |
| Brad: | You know what I think? [Brad stands up and
Randy sits down again. Brad sits on a desk] I think you've got a new
girlfriend. Who is she? |
| Randy: | Will you promise not to tell
anyone? |
| Brad: | She's that ugly? |
| Randy: | I don't know what she looks like. We've been
sending love letters back and forth through the singles bulletin board on the
computer. |
| Brad: | So when are you gonna meet her? |
| Randy: | Never. [Smuggly] She's 25. |
| Brad: | [Impressed] No way. Why would a 25-year old
girl be interested in you? |
| Randy: | Because she thinks I'm a 32-year old
dermatologist. |
| Brad: | And, um, where did she get that
idea? |
| Randy: | That's what I told her. I also told her I'm
6-4 and drive a Ferrari. |
| Brad: | Hm. Wait till she finds out you're 4-6 and
peddle a Schwinn. |
| Randy: | Well, that's the beauty of this. She's never
gonna find out; she lives in St. Louis. [Randy takes a letter off his desk.
Brad comes over to him] |
| Brad: | What's that? |
| Randy: | It's one of Dad's old love letters he wrote
to Mom. They go over really great. [Reading the letter] "My darling, I wish you
had been here this weekend to share one of the most exciting moments of my
life: two for one day at Sears." |
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| Cut to the kitchen, a little later. |
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| [Tim and Jill are in the kitchen, unpacking shopping. Mark
enters] |
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| Mark: | Mom, do we have any styrofoam
balls? |
| Jill: | No. |
| Tim: | Just make him some of your
meatballs. |
| Jill: | Very funny. Ha ha ha. Sorry Mark. Er, closest
thing I've got to styrofoam are these rice cakes. |
| Mark: | They have to be spheres. |
| Jill: | Sorry. [Jill hands the rice cakes to Tim to
put away] |
| Mark: | I'm making a solar system for my science
project. |
| Tim: | Science project? Y'know I helped Randy make
that [Mark gets himself a drink from the fridge] volcano. |
| Mark: | He got a D. |
| Jill: | [Mark looks at Jill] Tim, I think that Mark
is smart enough to handle this project by himself. |
| Tim: | [Mark looks at Tim] Jill, I think it would be
a lot more fun if we did it together. |
| Jill: | [Mark looks at Jill] I don't want you taking
over it. |
| Tim: | [Mark looks at Tim] There's nothing wrong with
a father helping a son with his science project. My father helped me. |
| Jill: | That was for the safety of the neighborhood.
Mark is never gonna learn anything if he doesn't do his own work. |
| Mark: | That's right Dad. |
| Tim: | You stay out of this. This is between your
mother and me. |
| Jill: | Tim! |
| Tim: | O.K. I'll just watch. I'll guide him. [Jill
leaves] What've you got planned for that solar system? |
| Mark: | [Mark shows Tim his plans] Well, the plan was
to hang a bunch of styrofoam balls on wires. |
| Tim: | You can't just hang them on wires. [Tim takes
the plans from Mark] First you've gotta get the right proportions for the
planets, that's, oh, then you've gotta get the right distance from the sun.
That is perfect there. [Mark looks at Tim] |
| Mark: | Dad, I thought you were just gonna
watch. |
| Tim: | I am; I'm just telling you what I wanna
see. |
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| Cut to the backyard, a little later. |
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| [Mark is sitting at a table, with the solar system plans. Tim
comes over with a tray of styrofoam balls] |
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| Tim: | Alright. Mark, here's the stryofoam balls for
the planets. |
| Mark: | Dad, there's not that many planets. |
| Tim: | Sure there are. Neptune, Jupiter, Saturn,
Mars, Venus, Earth, Mercury, Ford, Chevy, Volvo, [Tim picks out a small ball]
Yugo? That planet was destroyed. [Tim tosses the ball away] |
| Mark: | I guess I'm ready to paint the planets. [Tim
sets a ball in front of Mark. Mark dips a paint brush in a tin of
paint] |
| Tim: | Alright, this is a real tricky part. You've
gotta make sure the pigment is evenly distributed over the surface [Mark dabs
some paint on the ball] of the, evenly, [Mark continues to dab. Tim is itching
to take over] alright, you know. [Tim makes swirling motions with his hand,
then takes the brush from Mark] Alright, ah, good. It's your project. You move
onto something more important and I'll try to even this out. [Tim starts
painting] |
| Mark: | What should I do? |
| Tim: | Bend the wires for the orbits. [Marks gets out
of his chair and takes a coathanger off the table] |
| Mark: | O.K. [Mark starts straightening out the
coathanger. Tim watches him] |
| Tim: | Straight. That's, straighten it out. [Mark
continues struggling with the wire] Straight. You've got. [Tim stretches over
to Mark] Here, ya. [Tim takes the wire from Mark and bends it straight] You
don't want to waste your time with this. |
| Mark: | What should I do? |
| Tim: | You want to monitor the air exiting the
surface of the paint. |
| Mark: | What does that mean? |
| Tim: | Watch the paint dry. [Mark sits down,
disappointed. The doorbell rings. Tim puts down the wire] Alright, I'll get it.
Don't touch anything. |
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| Cut to the living room. |
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| [The doorbell rings again. Tim enters] |
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| Tim: | I'll get it. [Tim opens the door. Molly is
standing there] |
| Molly: | Hi! |
| Tim: | Hi. [Molly sticks out her hand to shake
Tim's] |
| Molly: | I'm Molly. [Tim takes her hand] |
| Tim: | Good golly. [Tim laughs. Jill comes
downstairs. To Jill] This is Molly. |
| Molly: | Er, and who are you? |
| Jill: | I'm Tim's wife, Jill. |
| Molly: | Who's Tim? |
| Jill: | The man you're holding hands with. [Molly
lets go of Tim's hand] |
| Molly: | Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were Randy.
[Tim and Jill look at each other] |
| Tim: | We have a 12-year old boy named
Randy. |
| Molly: | 12? No, the Randy Taylor I've been
corresponding with over the computer is a dermatologist. [Jill looks
blank] |
| Tim: | Honey, has Randy been skipping the sixth grade
and going to medical school again? |
| Jill: | Are you sure you have the right
house? |
| Molly: | Yes. I even sent him software at this
address. |
| Jill: | Um, why don't you come in. I think I may know
what's going on here. [Molly follows Jill to the living room] Um, what else did
this [Tim shuts the door and follows them] Randy Taylor tell you about
himself? |
| Molly: | Er, just that he has two annoying brothers,
his mother can't cook, and he has an accident prone father. |
| Tim: | I'm glad I'm not in that family. |
| Jill: | Tim, we are that family. Except for that
cooking thing. |
| Molly : | Oh, I can't believe I have been corresponding
with a 12-year old. |
| Jill: | Well he's very mature for his age. |
| Molly: | Yeah, yeah, you're not kidding. His letters
were very romantic, and funny. The only really strange thing was his obsession
with Sears. [Tim looks around] |
| Tim: | There's nothing wrong with that. |
| Molly: | Y'know, he said my wit was as sharp as a
radial arm saw, and he compared the glow of the moon to-- |
| Jill: | --the headlights of a 1957 Buick Roadmaster
convertible? |
| Molly: | How did you know that? |
| Jill: | Tim wrote that to me in a letter. |
| Tim: | I did? [Jill looks at Tim] That's
good. |
| Jill: | Randy's been copying your old love letters.
Oh Molly, I am so sorry. |
| Molly: | Nah, it's O.K. I was in town on business
anyway. Besides, he's just a kid. I wouldn't be too hard on him. |
| Tim: | Well you're not us. |
| Jill: | We're parents. When our kids play doctor, we
nail them for malpractice! |
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| [Commercial break] |
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| Cut to Randy and Mark's room, a little
later. |
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| [Randy sticks his head out the door] |
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| Randy: | Brad, get in here. [Brad enters and closes
the door. Randy goes over to his computer] I got a new message from Molly in my
mailbox. |
| Brad: | What's it say? [Brad starts playing with a
basketball] |
| Randy: | "My darling Randy, I'm leaving on a business
trip in a few minutes and I'll be in Detroit tomorrow. [Brad pulls a chair over
to the computer and sits down] I thought I'd stop by your house at about 2
o'clock." [Brad and Randy stare at the screen] |
| Brad: | Uh-oh. [Randy scrolls down the
screen] |
| Randy: | "I can't believe we're finally going to
meet. Love Molly. P.S. I've also got a huge growth I want you to look at." Ugh.
[Randy rubs his chest] |
| Brad: | Randy, you've gotta write her back and stop
her from coming. |
| Randy: | It's too late. She's already left. |
| Brad: | Then you'd better learn how to remove a
growth real quick. [Randy stands up and paces around the room] |
| Randy: | Oh man, I'm in big trouble. What am I gonna
do? |
| Brad: | Alright. [Brad stands up] How about this:
Molly's never seen what you look like. So when she gets here, tell her Randy
Taylor moved out and, er, we're the new owners. |
| Randy: | O.K., O.K., that's pretty good. But what if
Mom and Dad get to the door before I do? |
| Brad: | Then you don't have anything to worry about.
Cuz you'll be dead. |
| [The cut is a gravestone which reads "R.I.P., Randy Taylor,
1982 - 1994, He didn't get there in time"] |
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| Cut to the kitchen. |
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| [Jill is cooking. Randy comes downstairs] |
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| Randy: | Hey, er, Mom. Are you and Dad gonna be here
tomorrow, say around 2 o'clock? [Jill starts setting the table] |
| Jill: | Well let's see: Dad's gonna be at the office,
then I was thinking about going shopping. They're having this sale at a
boutique I really love. |
| Randy: | Great. Fantastic. Best thing you can do.
[Randy starts to go back upstairs] |
| Jill: | Although, I don't know. [Randy comes back] I
may just stay home. These sales are really a big pain in the butt. All these
women elbowing each other out of the way just to save 40 cents on a
bra. |
| Randy: | Well, y'know, you should go shopping. You
could use a new bra. [Jill looks at Randy] |
| Jill: | Really? How would you know that? |
| Randy: | [Pause] Dad told me. He also told me that
last time you bought a bra it didn't look too good, so, uh, you should take
your time and try them all on. |
| Jill: | Y'know, I really don't think that your father
should be talking about stuff like that with you. |
| Randy: | Well, y'know, he seemed pretty disturbed by
it. But I guarantee you, if you find the right bra, the problem will be solved.
Good luck Mom. [Randy leaves] |
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| Cut to the backyard, a little later. |
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| [Tim is painting Mark's planets] |
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| Tim: | Well, I'm finished painting my sun. [Wilson is
pruning a hedge] |
| Wilson: | Mark, Randy or Brad? |
| Tim: | Ooo, funny Wilson, funny. |
| Wilson: | Well Tim, I just hope you get a better
grade on Mark's solar system that you did on Randy's volcano. |
| Tim: | Mark's been helping a lot. See this perfectly
bent rod here? [Tim holds up the rod] |
| Wilson: | Mark bent that? |
| Tim: | No. I bent it, but he handed it to
me. |
| Wilson: | Y'know Tim, I'm reminded of an ancient
Chinese proverb: Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day, teach a man how
to fish and you feed him for a lifetime. |
| Tim: | If I let Mark do this all by himself he's
gonna learn more than if I finish it myself. |
| Wilson: | Very good, Tim. [Tim stands up] |
| Tim: | But y'know, Chinese proverbs aren't gonna win
any science fairs. Y'know, if I let Mark do it all by himself they'd be no
craftsmanship, no attention to detail, y'know. And he's the son of the Toolman.
What would people say? |
| Wilson: | About Mark or about you? [Tim realizes he's
beaten] |
| Tim: | I get it, I get it. But there's one thing: if
I let Mark do it all, I won't get to glue anything. [Mark enters] |
| Mark: | Dad, I'm going over to Bobby's house. Tell me
when I finish my science project. [Mark turns to leave] |
| Tim: | Not so fast, not so fast. This is your science
project. You're not getting off that easy. You're gonna do some of the work
here. It's like that old Chinese proverb: you can teach a young fish to dance
but once it gets really old, it sticks with you forever. |
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| Cut to the "Tool Time" studio, the next
day. |
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| [Tim and Al are taping the show] |
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| Tim: | As you know, it's Specialty Tool Week here on
"Tool Time." |
| Al: | That's right. And we're gonna be showing you
tools you won't necessarily find in your neighborhood hardware store. |
| Tim: | As a matter of fact, these tools, you might
have to go to outer space to find them. And to tell us a little bit about them,
the men responsible for fixing the Hubble space telescope. They're here in
Detroit judging the citywide science fair at the Detroit Science Center. Let's
give a big "Tool Time" welcome to the astronauts, the crew of the Endeavour
Space Shuttle. [Tim, Al and the audience applaud. The astronauts enter] I
understood there was a woman on the crew. |
| Richard: | That's right Tim. Kathy Thornton. But
someone had to stay back at N.A.S.A. and do all the hard work. [Tim
laughs] |
| Tim: | Well let's meet mission commander Dick Covey.
[Tim shakes his hand] How're you doing Sir? |
| Al: | Well Dick supervised the entire servicing of
the Hubble space telescope. |
| Tim: | Well he's got to tell us, what's it like
working with tools in outer space? |
| Richard: | Well Tim, it's actually a lot like using
tools here on Earth, except there's no gravity so you don't have to worry about
dropping a tool on your foot. |
| Al: | Sounds like the perfect working environment for
you, Tim. |
| Richard: | He's funny. |
| Tim: | Yeah. A regular astro-nut. |
| Kenneth: | Tim, it's pronounced
astronaut. |
| Tim: | Yeah, I know that. It was a little
joke. |
| Kenneth: | Oh sorry. I had no idea. |
| Al: | Now this is Ken Bowersox. [Al shakes his hand]
He's a Navy man, just like me. And his friends here nicknamed him
Socks. |
| Tim: | I suppose you got that nickname because up in
space you never change your socks? Whew, boy. [Tim wafts in front of this
face] |
| Kenneth: | No Tim. They call me that because my last
name is Bowersox. |
| Tim: | Well, they could call you Bower. |
| Kenneth: | They don't. |
| Tim: | Payload commander, Story Musgrave. [Tim shakes
his hand] Story, what's the story? |
| Story: | Like I haven't heard that one a million
times. |
| Tim: | I hear you're a big fan of the show. |
| Story: | Yes I am. But not as big a fan as my fellow
space walker, Jeff Hoffman. |
| Tim: | Hiya Jeff. [Tim shakes his hand] How're you
doing? |
| Jeffrey: | Hey Tim. Yeah, I have lots of friends and
family out here and, er, we think you are the greatest. |
| Tim: | Yeah. It's safe to see who my favorite
astronaut is. [Grunting] Hoh-hoh-hoh. |
| Jeffrey: | Hey y'know, on one of our spacewalks on
the Hubble mission, we all let out a big Tim Taylor grunt. |
| Tim: | [Grunts] No? |
| Jeffrey: | Yes. I brought a tape. |
| Tim: | You guys want to see the tape? |
| Audience: | Yeah! |
| Tim: | Heidi, the monitor please. [Heidi wheels in a
TV] |
| Heidi: | Here you are, Tim. |
| Tim: | Thank you, Heidi. |
| Heidi: | You're welcome. |
| Tim: | Alright folks, the first grunt in space. [Tim
starts the tape. The astronauts are working in space] |
| Astronaut 1: | How's it coming? |
| Astronaut 2: | Think we could rewire it? [Grunts]
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh. |
| Astronaut 1: | That sounds like a good
idea. |
| [Tim stops the tape. Heidi leaves with the TV] |
| Tim: | You might say: one small [Grunts] uh for man,
one big [Grunts] oh-oh-oh for mankind. |
| Tim & the astronauts: | [Grunting]
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. |
| Al: | Well next we have flight engineer Claude
Nicollier. [Al shakes his hand] He's all the way here from Switzerland and he
was one of two astronomers on the crew. |
| Tim: | Ah Claude, my son is doing a science fair
project right now. Any, any advice for him? |
| Claude: | Well, sun in the middle. |
| Tim: | Right. |
| Claude: | Nine planets. |
| Tim: | Aha. |
| Claude: | But don't let your father help you. [Al
cracks up, laughing] |
| Al: | Alright, but last, surely not least, we have
Tom Akers. [Al shakes his hand] And he was the Hubble tool
specialist. |
| Thomas: | And I've brought along some of the tools
that we used to work on the Hubble space telescope. [A bench is wheeled over,
covered with the tools] |
| Tim: | Cool! Wow! Tools from space. [Tim picks up a
tool] What I wouldn't give to have one of these on my shop wall. [Tim starts
turning the end of the tool] |
| Thomas: | That's a three-eighth inch drive McTether
ratchet. |
| Tim: | They use this for playing a bit of tether ball
in space. [Tim starts swinging the ratchet like a racket. The astronauts just
look at Tim. Tim puts the ratchet down] |
| Thomas: | And next we have a- hey, where's my power
tool with the adjustable extension? [Tim scratches behind his ear. The
astronauts look under the bench] |
| Tim: | You guys probably forgot to bring
it. |
| Al: | No, I, I saw you working with it earlier,
Tim. |
| Tim: | I wasn't working with it earlier. |
| Al: | Yes you were. |
| Tim: | No I wasn't. [Heidi enters with the
tool] |
| Heidi: | Tim, Tim, is this what you're looking
for? |
| Tim: | Oh that! [Tim takes the tool from Heidi] Yes,
is this it? |
| Thomas: | That's it. |
| Al: | Heidi, where'd you find that? |
| Tim: | Doesn't matter where she found it. She found
it. |
| Heidi: | It was in Tim's locker. [Al and the
astronauts look at Tim. Tim puts the tool on the bench] |
| Tim: | I, you see I, [Tim clears his throat] I was, I
was gonna bring it back, y'know. It was just a weak, I though maybe,
whoo. |
| Richard: | Taylor, we're gonna need this back too.
[Richard takes a tool out of Tim's pocket] |
| Tim: | How did that get in there? [The "Tool Time"
theme music plays] We'll be right back after these messages from
Binford. |
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| Cut to the living room, 2 o'clock. |
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| [The doorbell rings. Randy answers it. Molly is at the
door] |
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| Molly: | Hi. |
| Randy: | Hi. Can I help you? |
| Molly: | I'm looking for Randy Taylor. |
| Randy: | There's no Randy Taylor here. |
| Molly: | And who are you? |
| Randy: | A kid. |
| Molly: | Strange. Doctor Taylor's gotta be here
because I just sent him something to this address. |
| Randy: | Er, he moved out yesterday and we moved in
today. Bye. [Randy tries to shut the door, but Molly stops him and
enters] |
| Molly: | I don't see any moving boxes. [Molly shuts
the door] |
| Randy: | Well, er, we're a circus family. We unpack
fast. [Molly goes over to the table] |
| Molly: | Did Doctor Taylor leave a forwarding address? |
| Randy: | Er no. But he mentioned joining the Peace
Corps in China. |
| Molly: | It seems very strange. |
| Randy: | Well, not really. They're having a big acne
epidemic in Beijing. [Jill enters from the garage] |
| Jill: | Hi Randy, I'm back. |
| Molly: | Randy? |
| Randy: | She means Andy. I'm Andy, I. |
| Jill: | Hi. Who's this? |
| Molly: | I'm Molly Lauden. I was looking for Randy
Taylor. |
| Jill: | Well, this is Randy Taylor. |
| Randy: | Randy, Andy, Candy, Sandy, I answer to
anything. |
| Molly: | Now this is really weird becasue I have been
getting love letters from a Randy Taylor but he's much older than you. He says
he loves me almost as much as his cast iron scroll saw. |
| Jill: | Wait a minute. Cast iron scoll saw? Well, I
think I know what's going on here. |
| Randy: | You do? |
| Jill: | My husband always used to write about a cast
iron scroll saw in all of his love letters to me. He must be writing you love
letters and then just signing our son's name. [Randy looks
uncomfortable] |
| Molly: | He never told me that he was married. But it
doesn't matter because I love him and he loves me. |
| Jill: | I should have seen this coming when he
started hating [Jill sits down] my bras. |
| Randy: | Mom, you don't understand. [Tim enters
through the front door] |
| Tim: | Hi honey. |
| Jill: | Don't "hi honey" me, you two-timing tool
twit. [Tim comes over and stands next to Molly] |
| Tim: | What did I do? [Molly strokes Tim's
arm] |
| Molly: | You don't have to play dumb. Your wife knows
all about us. |
| Tim: | Us? |
| Jill: | You can just take your tools and move in with
Molly. |
| Randy: | No Mom. |
| Tim: | Who's Molly? |
| Molly: | I am! Now kiss me like you said you would in
your letter. |
| Tim: | I don't know what I said, but what the
heck! |
| Randy: | Hey Dad, stop! |
| Tim: | It's none of your business, mind your own
business. [Tim and Molly prepare to kiss] |
| Randy: | Look, I'm the one who wrote the letter. I
used your old love letters. I was just trying to have a little fun. |
| Tim: | Are you having fun now? |
| Randy: | Not particularly. |
| Jill: | The jig's up Doctor Taylor. |
| Randy: | You guys set me up! You knew about this all
along. |
| Tim: | That's right, Doc. |
| Randy: | I can't believe I was out-smarted by my
parents. |
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| Cut to the backyard, later. |
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| [Mark has finished his solar system model. Tim
enters] |
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| Tim: | Mark, how'd the science project go? |
| Mark: | Great. I got an A. |
| Tim: | Congratulations! Did you get to use the
modification you put in? |
| Mark: | My teacher wouldn't let me. She thought it
was your idea. |
| Tim: | What? |
| Wilson: | Well hidy ho neighbors. Oh Mark, that is
quite a solar system. |
| Mark: | Thank you. |
| Tim: | You've gotta see the super orbital part of it.
He used one of my little motors. Show him. [Mark switches it on. The planets
rotate, slowly] |
| Wilson: | [Laughing] Oh, that is very
impressive. |
| Tim: | Wait a minute. You haven't seen warp speed
yet. Try that one. [Mark presses the button. The planets rotate a lot faster -
and fly off the wires. Tim, Mark and Wilson duck] |
| Mark: | Aahh! [Tin switches it off] Uh-oh. |
| Tim: | Chip off the old block. [Grunts]
Uh-uh-uh. |
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| CREDITS |
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| Cut to the "Tool Time" studio. |
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| [The astronauts are there, with a plaque] |
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| Richard: | Er, we would like to present, er, to the
cast and crew of Home Improvement, er, a flag and a patch and some pictures.
The flag and patch flew on our mission to the Hubble space telescope. It's
travelled about 4 million ma-miles, and, er. |
| Thomas: | Lots of power. |
| Richard: | Yeah, more power. Tim, if you could.
[Richard presents the plaque to Tim] |
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| THE END |
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