[As the kids are quarantined from their measles, Mike, Carol, and Alice prepare lunches and activities for them.]
Well, I think so. Six luncheon trays...!
[Carol's next line is singing. That is, to the tune of "The 12 Days of Christmas".]
[singing] ♪leave it all to me!♪
♪leave it all to me,♪
♪leave it all to me,♪
♪leave it all to me,♪
CMCarol and Mike
[both singing --and singing the final lyric as a duet] ♪leave it all to me!♪
Sure great how some people can sing while other people are dying!
[After Marcia ignored the extra chores just to work on her essay.]
Marcia? Those chores were your punishment. Unless you can explain why you ignored them, I am going to have to be a little more severe.
But I can't explain. Not right now.
[Mike starts a severe punishment. That is, but not a very severe one yet. This --on Marcia-- is a little severe.]
I am going to ground you for one week. No playground or friends's houses. And when you come home from school, you (after school) are to go straight to your room.
[When Marcia went outside — in the middle of the night — to mail the letter and climbed back up the trellis.]
[Carol wakes up Jan.]
[to Jan] Where is Marcia?
[at the window, from the trellis, and to Carol] Here I am, Mommy.
Marcia...!? What on earth!?
[Mike puts his hands on Marcia, drags Marcia through the window, and leads her into the house.]
[after leading Marcia inside] Where were you?
[Mike closes the window.]
AT THIS HOUR!? DOWN THE TRELLIS!? YOU COULD HAVE BROKEN YOUR NECK!
I had to mail the letter.
[Mike sighs.]
Marcia, I have given you every chance possible. Now you leave me with no alternative.
[Finally, Mike starts up a really, very, very, severe punishment. That is, as he says...!]
We are all going skiing this weekend — all except you.
Your father is right. You are going to just have to stay at home with your grandparents.
[About the closure announcement of the Checker Trading Stamps store.]
[Mike looks at the newspaper]
[Mike shows her the paper.]
Oh no! This family better make up its mind and quick! If they don't, it will be no longer possible to purchase premiums!
While Alice is grounded, you are all going to assume the job of running this house. And that is starting tomorrow and right after school.
But Dad, our team has practice work outs! So we can stay in shape for the next game!
I guarantee your coach you will be in shape.
What about my music lessons?!
You can hum a lot while you work.
That's right. No dance class.
Dad? Would you believe that I would spend every afternoon studying at the library?
[laughs] Yeah, that's a great try, Peter. And I would like to believe that. But it would boggle my mind. Anyone else?
Good. Now that we understand each other, hit the sack! Starting with breakfast tomorrow, we get to work!
Dad, I hate to interrupt you while you're on the phone, but...
[on the phone with Carol] No, no, honey. Listen, I mean it. I really mean it.
Peter's t-shirt got stuck in the vacuum.
What's all the commotion about?
Um, nothing. Me and the kids are just playing, that's all.
[about her diary] Okay, if you hand it right over, I won't press charges.
What are you talking about?
Bobby, do you know what she's talking about?
No. Greg, do you know what she's talking about?
No. Marcia, do you know what you're talking about?
I certainly do! Someone in this room took my diary.
Your diary, you mean you actually keep one of those stupid things?
It's a book, that you write things in, that you don't want anyone else to read.
So, you could write stuff like...
[Greg then sits at his desk imitating Marcia writing in her diary] "Dear diary, at last I met him, my dream man. It was at the delicatessen and our fingers tingled as we reached for the same potato salad."
