| Episode begins in the garage. Tim is polishing the
Nomad. Randy enters. |
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| Randy: | Hey Dad. |
| Tim: | Hello Randy. |
| Randy: | Wow. Nomad's looking great. I've never seen
it look this shiny. |
| Tim: | Well, that's because after hours of deliberation
I have selected this car for you to take your driver's test in. |
| Randy: | Over the Mustang and the Austin Healey?
How'd they take it? |
| Tim: | Well the Mustang took it O.K. But the Austin
Healey's [Tim speaks in an "English" accent] in a bit of a snit. |
| Randy: | [Randy sits in the open trunk of the car]
Dad, I wanted to talk to you about my driver's appointment. |
| Tim: | O.K. |
| Randy: | I called down there to make an appointment
and they were all booked up on Saturday so I made it for tomorrow. |
| Tim: | I can't go tomorrow; I'm working. |
| Randy: | I know; Mom'll take me. |
| Tim: | Ah no, no, no, no, no, no. No, no. There are
certain first times in a boy's life you don't want your mom with you, and this
is the main one. [Tim sits down next to Randy] Um, er, a week from Saturday,
we'll go. |
| Randy: | Dad, I don't want to wait -- |
| Tim: | -- you can wait a week, wait a week for
me. |
| Randy: | Dad, I don't want to wait a week. I'll have
Brad take me. |
| Tim: | Well, uh, no, a father's supposed to be there
for the great moments in his son's life. |
| Randy: | Dad, you weren't there when I was
born. |
| Tim: | But this is big. |
| Randy: | Dad, I know how important this is to
you. |
| Tim: | No, this is, you don't know how important this
is. This is really a big deal for me. |
| Randy: | Dad, there's gonna be other
occasions. |
| Tim: | What other occasions? |
| Randy: | Well, y'know, first dead battery, license
renewals, tickets. You'll be right by my side for all of them. |
| Tim: | You're not just saying this? |
| Randy: | [Randy pats Tim on the back] I promise.
[Randy stands up to leave] |
| Tim: | God bless you son. [Tim wipes the corner of
his eye with a cloth] |
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| [Opening credits] |
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| Cut to the "Tool Time" set. |
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| [Heidi is drilling a wooden frame.] |
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| Heidi: | Welcome back to "Tool Time." |
| Tim: | [Tim & Al step out from behind the frame] For
those of you who've just joined us, where the hell have you been? |
| Al: | Well, we've already shown you how to run wire
through a frame wall before the drywall is up. |
| Tim: | That's right Al. And next we'll show you how
to run wire through an existing wall, which can be tough. You'll find yourself
in a very tight spot. |
| Al: | Which Tim is very good at getting us
into. |
| Tim: | Well Al's also good at getting into tight
spots; you wedged yourself into those trousers, didn't you? [Tim mimes pulling
himeslf into his trousers] |
| Al: | Now sometimes, y'know, conduit, water pipes,
insulation, can make it very difficult to run wire. Tim give me a hand
here. |
| Tim: | Alright. [Tim, Al & Heidi turn the wall around
to reveal a cut-away existing wall on the other side] |
| Heidi: | Now, as you can see from this cut-out wall,
running wire through here would be very difficult. |
| Tim: | But not for our next guest. Let's give a warm
"Tool Time" welcome for master electrician Judy McHale. [Tim, Al, Heidi & the
audience applaud. Judy enters the set carring a tool box] |
| Judy: | Hi guys. |
| Al: | Hi Judy. |
| Judy: | Tim. |
| Tim: | Judy, welcome to the show. |
| Judy: | Thank you. |
| Tim: | I understand you have a very unique way of
running wire through tight, difficult spaces. |
| Judy: | That's right, Tim. I call it Judy's
Way. |
| Tim: | Oh, fascinating. Do you have er, do you have a
unique tool that you use? |
| Judy: | You betcha. Right here in Judy's
Toolbox. |
| Tim: | O.K., why don't you open it with Judy's
Hand? |
| Judy: | Oh, O.K. [Judy opens the toolbox and takes
out a rat] |
| Tim: | Oh, it's a rat. |
| Judy: | Yeah. |
| Tim: | What do you call this? |
| Judy: | I call it Judy's Rat. |
| Al: | A welcome addition to any toolbox. Does he come
in metric? |
| Judy: | Oh! [Al & Judy laugh] |
| Tim: | Erm, Judy, why don't you tell the audience
what you've trained that rat to do. |
| Judy: | Oh, I've taught him to run all kinds of wire
through walls, including computer wire for schools. |
| Tim: | So you need that rat before you can use your
mouse! |
| Judy: | [Judy looks at Tim] Judy takes her work very
seriously. |
| Tim: | Judy needs a man. [Judy looks
shocked] |
| Judy: | Judy heard that. [Judy turns and smiles at
Al] It's true though. I've also taught this little fella how to run wire
through walls filled with asbestos. [The rat coughs] |
| Tim: | Well, that would explain the cough then,
wouldn't it? Why don't we put the little electrician through his paces,
O.K? |
| Judy: | Alright. |
| Tim: | Judy will put the rat in the opening up
here. |
| Judy: | And then Tim is going to reward him with a
piece of cheese at the bottom. [Judy climbs up the stepladder] |
| Tim: | You can see by the complexity of this wall it
would be very hard to do this by hand. That's where the rat comes in very
handy. When he comes down the bottom he'll have a little wine and cheese party
to celebrate, huh? |
| Judy: | There we go. [Judy puts the rat in the
opening] |
| Tim: | Alright. What's next? |
| Judy: | Oh, well we need the cheese. |
| Tim: | Heidi? |
| Heidi: | I left it on the work...bench. [Tim & Heidi
turn the the workbench and see Al eating the cheese] |
| Al: | [Al looks at them] Sorry. |
| Tim: | Err. |
| Judy: | It won't work without cheese, Tim. |
| Tim: | I can motivate a rat. Watch this. C'mon, we'll
get it going. [Tim climbs up the stepladder] O.K., c'mon, whoo, go on down
there. Put your hand there. C'mon, ratty, [Tim thumps the wall] c'mon, miouw,
miouw, psst, psst. D'oh! [Tim pulls away from the opening, clutching his
nose] |
| Al: | What's the matter Tim? |
| Tim: | Oh, Judy's Rat bit Tim's Nose. |
| Judy: | Judy has a confession to make. Judy's Rat
doesn't know how to wire this wall because it's really not Judy's
Rat. |
| Tim: | What? |
| Judy: | And I'm not really Judy. |
| Tim: | Well who are you? |
| Judy: | I'm Judy's sister, Trudy. I just wanted to
meet Al. |
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| Cut to the living room. |
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| [Jill is sitting at the table. Mark & Ronny enter through the
front door. Both are carrying guitar cases] |
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| Jill: | Hi guys. What's up? |
| Mark: | Well, the bass player of Ronny's band quit,
so I'm taking his place. |
| Jill: | Hey, that's wonderful! Well, except you don't
know how to play. |
| Mark: | Didn't stop the last guy. Besides, Ronny's
teaching me. |
| Jill: | [To Ronny] What do you play in the band? |
| Mark: | Ronny's our singer. |
| Ronny: | Yeah. |
| Jill: | Y'know, that makes a lot of sense. Cuz
normally you're kind of a quiet and private person, and I'll bet that when
you're on stage, that allows you to open up emotionally and connect with the
audience. |
| Ronny: | No. |
| Mark: | C'mon Ronny, let's play. |
| Ronny: | Later. [Mark & Ronny go upstairs. Tim enters
from the garage, with a bandaid on his nose] |
| Jill: | Hi. What happened to you? |
| Tim: | I don't want to talk about it. I see Randy's
not back from his driver's test yet. |
| Jill: | Yeah, and I've been thinking. |
| Tim: | Oh no. |
| Jill: | I still think that we shouldn't let him drive
at night for a while. |
| Tim: | You take away his night driving privileges,
that's humiliating. You might as well just put him in a dress and give him a
bus pass. |
| Jill: | Look, I-I'm not just pulling this out of thin
air. A lot of states have passed -- |
| Tim: | -- I know, I know -- |
| Jill: | -- night time driving laws because teenagers
have more accidents after dark. |
| Tim: | And it's a good law. But I've driven with him
at night and he's a good driver. |
| Jill: | I know. I just want him to have a little more
experience behind the wheel before we send him out in the dark. |
| Tim: | Y'know night isn't as dark as it was when we
first started driving. |
| Jill: | [Jill looks at Tim] What?! |
| Tim: | El Niño. C'mon, he's gonna be just
fine. And we can't have different rules for different kids. We let Brad drive
on his first night. |
| Jill: | Well yeah, and he rear-ended
somebody. |
| Tim: | That could happen to anybody. |
| Jill: | Then he lied about it. |
| Tim: | He was scared. |
| Jill: | Then the guy he hit tried to sue us. Our
insurance rates went through the roof and so did you. |
| Tim: | Yeah, I did, didn't I? |
| Jill: | Yes. |
| Tim: | [Tim picks at his fingers] I got bit by a rat
today. |
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| Cut to the kitchen, later that day. |
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| [Randy & Brad enter from the garage] |
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| Tim: | Hey. |
| Brad: | Hey. [Brad sees Tim's nose] What happened to
you? |
| Tim: | Forget about it Brad. It was Chinatown. [To
Randy] Well, what happened? |
| Randy: | Well, I got some bad news. |
| Tim: | Oh God, you, you failed the test. |
| Randy: | The bad news is... you have another teenage
driver to insure! |
| Tim: | You. [Tim & Randy high-five] Congratulations!
Yeah! |
| Jill: | Congratulations honey. [Jill hugs
Randy] |
| Tim: | Alright! |
| Brad: | Yeah, I'm glad I took him. Y'know it brought
back a lot of old, great memories from when I started driving. [Brad puts his
hand on Randy's shoulder] I'm proud of you kid. |
| Randy: | Thanks pops! [Randy playfully punches Brad
on the chest] And this is great. [Randy takes his license from his pocket] I
can't believe I actually have my license. |
| Jill: | Yeah Randy, er, your father and I want to
talk to you about that. |
| Randy: | Oh, I know, I know, buckle up, drive slow,
and always yield to a classic car. |
| Tim: | Er, actually there's more. |
| Randy: | Well, could you make it quick; I'm taking
Lauren out for dinner and a drive up to Grosse Point. |
| Tim: | Well, that's great, that's great. You know what
might be an even greater idea? Is, is, is you drive up there during the day and
you might check it out so if you ever got there at night you'd know, well the
night would be a little darker, so you'd have, the darkness would be different
than the day, you, you... |
| Randy: | Dad, what are you talking about? |
| Jill: | Er, what your father is, is trying to say is
that we're uncomfortable with you driving at night. |
| Randy: | Oh, don't worry about it; I'll be fine. The
car's got headlights, mom. |
| Jill: | No, honey, honey, you, you don't understand.
Ah, you see, [With emphasis] we are so uncomfortable that in order to alleviate
our discomfort, ah, we're not gonna let you do it. |
| Randy: | What? Dad? |
| Tim: | I'm in total agreement with your mom on this.
It's, it's just for a short time. |
| Jill: | Yeah, a month. |
| Tim & Randy: | A month?! |
| Tim: | I thought we were thinking about a
week? |
| Jill: | You might have thought that but what we meant
was a month. |
| Randy: | This is totally unfair. |
| Jill: | Look, night time driving is trickier. We just
want you to master day time driving first. |
| Randy: | Mom, you let Brad drive at night as soon as
he got his license. |
| Jill: | Yeah, and he had an accident, didn't
he? |
| Randy: | So why do I have to pay for Brad's
screw-ups? |
| Tim: | Well, that's, that's kind of how the system
works. Y'know, you pay for Brad's mistakes, and, and Mark'll pay for your
mistakes. |
| Randy: | What mistakes have I made? |
| Tim: | Well, for starters having Brad as a
brother. |
| Randy: | This makes no sense. How could you let Mom
talk you into this? |
| Tim: | [Tim picks his fingers] I got bit by a rat
today. |
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| Cut to the living room. |
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| [The telephone rings. Jill answers it] |
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| Jill: | Hello?... Oh yeah, just a second. [Jill
switches on the intercom] Mark, it's for you. [Jill switches off the intercom
and hangs up the phone. Brad is watching TV] Another call for Mark. You know,
this band thing is making him really popular; his calls have doubled. |
| Brad: | Yeah, that's two this month. [Randy enters
from the garage] |
| Randy: | Well, I'm back, safe and sound before the
danger of nightfall rears its ugly, little head. |
| Jill: | Did you and Lauren have a good
time? |
| Randy: | Oh yeah, we had another lovely, wonderful
afternoon date. We caught a three-thirty matinée filled with old people
explaining the movie to each other, then we went to an early-bird dinner filled
with old people saying, [Randy clutches his back, in an old voice] "Does the
salmon have bones? I hate bones, huh, huh?" [Mark comes downstairs] |
| Mark: | Hey Mom? Our band got a rehearsal studio for
the night. Can I go? I'll be back by eleven. |
| Jill: | No honey, it's a school night. |
| Mark: | Oh c'mon Mom, just this once? |
| Jill: | I don't know, I. |
| Brad: | Mom, think about it: Mark playing somewhere
that's not here. |
| Jill: | Well, your grades have been really good
lately. So O.K., just, y'know, get your stuff, I'll drop you off on the way to
the P.T.A. meeting. |
| Mark: | Thanks Mom [Mark goes upstairs] |
| Randy: | Mom, I don't believe this. When I was his
age you never would have let me go out this late on a school night. |
| Jill: | Well, you also never had trouble making
friends the way he does. This thing has been really good for him. |
| Randy: | Wait a second, let me get this straight:
Mark gets fewer rules because he's a dork, and I get more rules because Brad's
a dork? |
| Brad: | That's night-driving dork to you. [Mark comes
downstairs with his guitar] |
| Mark: | Mom, I'm ready. |
| Jill: | Look, honey, I gotta go to this meeting. I
promise when I get back we're gonna talk about this some more, O.K? Bye-bye
guys. [Jill & Mark leave] |
| Brad: | Bye. |
| Randy: | Does this seem completely unfair to
you? |
| Brad: | Why would you want my opinion? I'm just a
dork. |
| Randy: | Good point. [Randy takes the car keys from
the counter and strides towards the garage] |
| Brad: | Where are you going? |
| Randy: | I don't know but I'm driving there in the
dark. [Randy leaves] |
| Brad: | Mark's gonna pay for this. |
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| [Commercial break] |
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| Cut to the living room, later that
evening. |
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| [Brad is sitting on the couch, eating a pizza. He pulls the
cheese topping off the base and stuffs it in his mouth. Tim & Jill enter
through the front door] |
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| Jill: | We're back. |
| Brad: | [With his mouth full of cheese topping] Oh,
how was the P.T.A. meeting? |
| Tim: | It was great! Me and the metal shop teacher
heckled the principal the entire time. |
| Jill: | Yeah, God, I was so proud. Where is
Randy? |
| Brad: | I really don't know. I, I, maybe he's in
bed. |
| Tim: | [Tim looks at his watch] It's
nine-fifteen. |
| Brad: | Well, you know, he ate dinner at
four. |
| Tim: | You drank all the root beer. |
| Jill: | There's some more in the garage. |
| Brad: | [Brad jumps up and makes towards the garage]
Ah, actually I'll get it Dad. |
| Tim: | No, I'm closer. I'll get it. [Jill starts to
leave] |
| Brad: | Um Mom, where are you going? [Tim goes into
the garage] |
| Jill: | Downstairs; if he's awake I want to talk to
him. |
| Brad: | I, I don't really, really think you should
go down there. |
| Jill: | Why not? |
| Brad: | Well because if he's sleeping it, it'll be
dark and, and you, you could trip and fall and wake him up. |
| Tim: | [Tim returns from the garage carrying some
root beer] I found the root beer out there. The odd thing though, I couldn't
find the Nomad. |
| Jill: | Oh, no! |
| Tim: | It's not in the driveway, not in the garage.
Where is the station wagon, Brad? |
| Brad: | Well, it is called a Nomad, maybe it wandered
off? |
| Tim: | Enough with the jokes. Where is the
Nomad? |
| Brad: | Alright, alright. Randy took off with it
after you guys left; he was really mad. |
| Tim: | Where'd he go? |
| Brad: | I don't know. |
| Jill: | Your brother's out driving alone in the dark
with all the nuts out there and all you can say is "I don't know"? |
| Brad: | Well, I-I saved you some pizza. |
| Jill: | [Tim points for Brad to go upstairs. Brad
leaves] Where do you think he went? |
| Tim: | I don't know. But he'll be back in, well, I'm
guessing maybe a month. |
| Jill: | What's that supposed to mean? |
| Tim: | C'mon. He's driving around because you punished
him for something Brad did. |
| Jill: | I'm not punishing him. Besides, I thought we
agreed about this. |
| Tim: | No, no, no. We agreed that he shouldn't be
driving at night for a while; you came up with this thirty day month thing all
by yourself. |
| Jill: | Well, I'm just trying to protect
Randy. |
| Tim: | The same way you protected him by letting Mark
stay out till eleven o'clock on a school night, something you've never let
Randy do? [Tim sits down on the couch] |
| Jill: | Well, I let Randy do... other stuff. Oh, I
don't want to argue about this now. I've got to go find him. |
| Tim: | You're not going anywhere. He's gonna be fine.
He's doing what you psychiatrists call, er, er, "acting out". |
| Jill: | Yeah. He's "acting out". |
| Tim: | Out, up, in, over, between; it's just
psycho-dribble. He, he just feels like, he feels like he's being treated
unfairly. That's the problem. |
| Jill: | Y'know, he said something about going to
Grosse Point. Maybe I should just drive up there and look for him. |
| Tim: | Yeah! Go up there, find him and his girlfriend
making out in the car, rap on the window, [In a high voice] I'm just here to
protect my little baby. |
| Jill: | O.K. you're right; bad idea. I'll just wait
here for him, give him a chance to come home. [Jill sits next to Tim on the
couch] |
| Tim: | Let's have just a little bit of pizza. [Tim
opens the pizza box and sees just the base remaining] |
| Jill: | There's no cheese! |
| Tim: | [Tim picks up a piece. Calls upstairs] Hey
Brad, has Al been over here? |
| | |
| Cut to the front porch, later that
evening. |
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| [Tim is about to leave. Jill comes out the door] |
| | |
| Jill: | Yeah Tim, I'm kinda worried about Randy.
After you go pick up Mark, will you drive around and look for him? |
| Tim: | Sure. Drive around a city of six million going
"Randy! Randy! Randy!" [Tim goes over to the car. Jill goes back inside, then
comes out again holding a phone] |
| Jill: | Tim! Tim, take this cellphone with
you. |
| Tim: | Ugh. |
| Jill: | If you see him you can call me, or if he
comes home I'll call you. |
| Tim: | Alright. [Tim takes the phone] |
| Jill: | What's my number? |
| Tim: | I don't know; it's your phone. |
| Jill: | Well I never call myself. |
| Tim: | Well I never call you either. Why do we have
this thing? |
| Jill: | I don't know. Just go. |
| Tim: | Randy! Randy! [Tim leaves. Wilson walks over,
wearing a Spanish costume and strumming a guitar] |
| Wilson: | ¡Adi-hola Señora! |
| Jill: | Hi Wilson. What are you doing? |
| Wilson: | Well, I just came from a Cinco de Mayo
party. Might I serenade you with a chorus of Cielito Lindo |
| Jill: | Maybe some other time; y'know, I'm kinda worried
about Randy. |
| Wilson: | Randito? |
| Jill: | Yeah, he took off with one of our
cars. |
| Wilson: | Ohhh, Randito bandito. |
| Jill: | Are you drunk? |
| Wilson: | Excusi me. Finito. |
| Jill: | Ah, see Randy's really mad at me because I won't
let him drive at night when I let his brother. |
| Wilson: | Well, was that because of Brad's
actions? |
| Jill: | Well, yeah. [Jill & Wilson sit on the porch
steps] Tim thinks I've been really unfair. I'm beginning to think he's
right. |
| Wilson: | Now why is that? |
| Jill: | Well, y'know, I make different rules for
different kids. |
| Wilson: | Hmm. |
| Jill: | I let Mark stay out late on a school night,
which I never would let the other guys do. |
| Wilson: | Right. |
| Jill: | I'm an inconsistent parent. |
| Wilson: | Well, todos los empleados deben lavarse las manos antes de volver al
trabajo. |
| Jill: | All employees must wash their hands before
returning to work? |
| Wilson: | Alright, maybe I had one margarita. [Jill
laughs] But I do have something to say about you being an inconsistent
parent. |
| Jill: | What's that? |
| Wilson: | Well, y'know, the essayist Ralph Waldo
Emerson said, "A foolish consistency is the..." |
| Jill & Wilson: | "... hobgoblin of little
minds." |
| Wilson: | Y'know, Randy and Brad and Mark, they're
totally different kids. To give them one set of rules would be folly. |
| Jill: | So you're saying that I, I was right not to
let Randy drive at night. |
| Wilson: | No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I'm just saying
you should treat each child according to his individual needs. |
| Jill: | Well, maybe Randy didn't need for me to be
over-protective of him driving. I mean, I've driven with him; he's great
driver. |
| Wilson: | Muy bueno. |
| Jill: | [Jill sighs] So, when he comes home [Jill
stands up] I guess I'll, y'know, tell him I'm sorry. |
| Wilson: | Exactamente. |
| Jill: | Wilson, can I give you some advice? |
| Wilson: | Sí. |
| Jill: | Lose the Spanish accent but keep those
toreador pants. [Jill goes inside] |
| | |
| Cut to the kitchen. |
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| [Brad is making himself a large sandwich. Jill comes
over] |
| | |
| Jill: | Brad, how can you eat such a huge sandwich so
late at night? |
| Brad: | Well, Randy's gone, I'm eating for
two. |
| Jill: | Oh. [Brad goes upstairs. Randy enters from
the garage] |
| Randy: | Alright, I'm back. Let me have it. |
| Jill: | Randy, where have you been? |
| Randy: | I was just driving around. |
| Jill: | Randy. |
| Randy: | Mom, I realize it was stupid for me to take
the car, but I felt that if I was being punished I might as well do something
to deserve it. |
| Jill: | Oh God, I have been a nervous
wreck. |
| Randy: | I'm sorry Mom. I just thought that I was
getting a raw deal. |
| Jill: | Well, you were. I know you're a good
driver. I shouldn't have let Brad's accident affect the way that I treated you.
I was wrong. |
| Randy: | Wait, let me get this straight. Did you just
say you were wrong? |
| Jill: | Sometimes parents make mistakes. |
| Randy: | Yeah, but they never admit it. I mean, this
is huge. |
| Jill: | Yeah, especially since you stole our
car. |
| Randy: | Well, I'll tell you what Mom, since this is
your first offence I'll let you off with a warning and I hope you do the
same for me? |
| Jill: | Oh begin. [Tim & Mark enter through the front
door. Mark is shaking a tambourine] |
| Tim: | Will you stop playing that thing? All the way
in the car, ding ding ding ding ding. You're driving me crazy with that. Stop it.
[Mark stops shaking the tambourine] Ohhh, oh. Look who's back. Mr. Grand Theft
Auto. [Mark & Tim come over to Randy] |
| Mark: | I wouldn't want to be you right
now. |
| Randy: | I wouldn't want to be you ever. |
| Mark: | Mom, there's been a shake-up in the band; I'm
now lead tambourine. [Mark starts shaking the tambourine again] |
| Jill: | Oh. |
| Tim: | Hey Mr. Tabourine Man, play your song
somewhere else. [Mark goes upstairs] I asked you not to take the car out at
night, you take the car out; it's like stealing it. She's worried sick, I need
an explanation for this. |
| Randy: | Dad, I'm sorry. |
| Tim: | Sorry doesn't cut -- |
| Jill: | -- Look, we've already talked it all out. I told
him that I went overboard and that you were right. |
| Tim: | Yeah, well, I'm telling you -- She said I was
right? |
| Randy: | Well, she didn't use your name
specifically. |
| Tim: | That doesn't matter; this is huge. |
| Jill: | Can we talk about the punishment that he's gonna
get for taking the car. |
| Tim: | Thank God he's back in one piece. The car I
assume is alright? |
| Randy: | Yeah, it's fine. Although it was pulling to
the left a little, so I put some air in the tires. |
| Tim: | Did you get the good air? |
| Randy: | Yeah, Dad. I, I went to Smitty's; hose across
from pump number four. I got it. |
| Tim: | Right, right, right. Did you talk to Smitty
about the new air cleaner? |
| Randy: | Yeah, you know he's having marital
problems. |
| Tim: | His wife and him aren't getting along at all.
The car... [Tim & Randy both talk at once] |
| Jill: | Guys. Can we get back to the punishment
thing. [Brad comes over] |
| Tim: | You did take the car; we told you not to. I
say, it's fair, a week without any driving at all. |
| Brad: | One week? Wait, I, I couldn't drive for a month
after I got in my accident. |
| Jill: | Now that's a completely different
situation. |
| Brad: | Well not to me. I mean, how can you give him
less punishment than you gave me? |
| Jill: | We have to treat each one of you differently,
according to your needs. |
| Brad: | And who decides what are needs are? |
| Jill: | We do. Right Tim? |
| Tim: | Huh? [Tim looks around from the
fridge] |
| Jill: | Tim, how come every time I try to have an
important parenting discussion you tune out? |
| Tim: | I got bit by a rat this morning. |
| | |
| Cut to the kitchen, later. |
|---|
| [Tim & Jill are washing up. There is "music" coming from the
garage] |
| | |
| Jill: | What do you think of Mark's band? |
| Tim: | It sounds like they're playing my bench
grinder. I'm gonna make sure they're not fiddling with my stuff out
there. |
| Cut to the garage. |
|---|
| [Mark and his band are playing. Tim & Jill open the door to
the kitchen] |
| Tim: | It's good. We could send them to Europe to
study with the gypsies. |
| Ronny: | [Singing in a monotone] Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Take it Mark. |
| Mark: | [Singing in a monotone] Yeah. Yeah, yeah,
yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah. [The finish the song] |
| Jill: | Well, that was great guys. |
| Tim: | Yeah, yeah, yeah. |
| Jill: | It was great, really great. |
| Tim: | Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. |
| Jill: | What do you call that? |
| Ronny: | "The Happy Clown". |
| Tim: | You're a very strange little man,
Ronny. |
| | |
| CREDITS |
|---|
| | |
| [Outtakes] |
|---|
| | |
| Cut to the kitchen. |
|---|
| | |
| Brad: | Where are you going? |
| Randy: | I don't know but I'm driving there in the
dark. [Randy walks over to the garage and tries to open the door, but it's
stuck. He laughs and kicks the door] |
| | |
| [Beep] |
|---|
| | |
| Cut to the "Tool Time" set. |
|---|
| | |
| Tim: | Why don't we look at our pint-sized
electrician and, and... [Tim takes the rat from Judy and throws it out into the
audience] Aahhhhh! [Judy slaps Tim] |
| | |
| [Beep. Cut] |
|---|
| | |
| Al: | All sorts of things back here, like, like, er,
asbestos. and, and, er [Beep]. [Tim, Al & Heidi laugh] |
| | |
| THE END |
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