[About the closure announcement of the Checker Trading Stamps store.]
[Mike looks at the newspaper]
Mike
Uh oh! Wrong it is!
[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!
Mike
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!
Mike
I guarantee your coach you will be in shape.
What about my music lessons?!
Mike
You can hum a lot while you work.
Mike
That's right. No dance class.
Dad? Would you believe that I would spend every afternoon studying at the library?
Mike
[laughs] Yeah, that's a great try, Peter. And I would like to believe that. But it would boggle my mind. Anyone else?
Mike
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...
Mike
[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?
Mike
Um, nothing. Me and the kids are just playing, that's all.
Mike
What?
As much as we hate to do it, Marcia, I’m afraid you can’t have your sleepover (today).
[in between tears and before crying] MY PARTY?!
Mike
Honey? That drawing might have seemed funny at the time. But you just must have respect for your teachers.
[crying] But I didn’t do it! I didn’t write Mrs. Denton’s name on it, or that stupid remark!
Your principal said you did, honey. And he’s a very responsible man. He wouldn’t punish you for nothing.
[crying] You mean, you would rather believe him than me!
Mike
Marcia? What you did, that paper was in your desk. And it had your name on it. Well, what else could Mr. Randolph think?
[crying] You don’t believe me either! And if you don’t, I don’t want a party, or anything ever from you!
Mike
Well, we have five suspects and five confessions.
Correction. Six suspects. And #6 is looking forward to an overnight camping trip this Saturday.
Mike
By Jove, Holmes, you’ve deduced that young Peter Brady did it.
Elementary, my dear Watson, the five who confessed are covering up for the sixth who didn’t.
Mike
Right. And if Peter is guilty, then the other kids are accessories to the crime.
Well, what are we gonna do about it, Mike?
Mike
Why not we play along with their little game and punish everybody who confessed?
[gasps] What? And allow Peter to get away with it?
Mike
Honey, Peter is not going to get away with it. His conscience is not going to let him.
[The scene cuts to the living room]
Does anybody know why Dad called this meeting?
I do. He's gonna tell everybody I broke the vase. I confessed.
Well, somebody had to take the blame.
[Jan collapses on the chair.]
[Jan nods.]
I guess we all confessed.
[angry] I wanted to in the first place! But you guys drained up this whole thing!
Peter’s right. We’re as much to blame for this as he is.
[Jan hears Mike and Carol come in.]
I think we’re all gonna get it now.
[Mike and Carol enter]
Mike
One of you broke your mother's vase. But five of you claimed that you did it.
There seems to be a slight communication gap in this family.
Mike
Look! No matter who broke it, the others of you who confessed are just as guilty for hiding the truth. And I’m afraid you’re all going to have to be punished.
JMrs. Johnson
[furiously snaps] LOOK! YOUR FATHER, IF HE HAS TO WAIT, HE IS GOING TO BE VERY UPSET!
TTommy
I am afraid he is going to be upset anyhow. The cigarettes were mine.
JMrs. Johnson
Cigarettes? What cigarettes?
TTommy
The ones you thought were Greg’s. See? We switched jackets by mistake.
[After Tommy says this, Mrs. Johnson pauses her anger. And she says...!]
JMrs. Johnson
[calmly] Oh, I see. I certainly owe Greg an apology. (Thanks for telling the truth, Tommy.)
[Mrs. Johnson turns to Greg and says...!]
JMrs. Johnson
[to Greg] I’m really very sorry.
Mike
Well, if I were waiting at a crowded airport...!
[Mrs. Johnson turns to Carol.]
[to Mrs. Johnson] Mrs. Johnson, how about next Friday?
JMrs. Johnson
Yes, next Friday.
TTommy
Mom? Can we talk about it before we pick up Dad?
[Mrs. Johnson --in response-- resumes anger and says...!]
JMrs. Johnson
[furiously and snaps] I EXPECT THAT WE ARE GOING TO TALK ABOUT IT BEFORE AND AFTER WE PICK UP YOUR FATHER! NOW COME ALONG, TOMMY!
[True to what Mrs. Johnson says, she expects she and Tommy talk about it both before and after they pick up --Tommy's father-- Mr. Johnson from the airport. That is, and she --Mrs. Johnson-- lets Tommy know he is going to be in serious trouble.]
TTommy
Yeah, I’m sure gonna need it. See you.
[Greg has just received his driver's license and wants to buy a car of his own]
I don't have to be logical; I'm a mother.
Mike
Well, I think you're worrying prematurely because by the time Greg gets enough money for the kind of car he wants, the 1999 models are gonna be here.
Oh no, he wants to buy a car right now.
Mike
Look, he's only got $100, he's not gonna be satisfied with anything he can get for that.
Mike
Yes, and delusions of grandeur. What kind of a car could he get for $100?
[Cut to Greg's friend Eddie trying to sell him a beat-up 1956 Chevrolet Bel Air convertible, with a "FOR SALE LIKE NEW" sign on the windshield]
EEddie
She's a beauty, ain't she, Greg? I'm only selling her because I need a fast $100. You know, I got 5 or 6 guys just waiting to buy this baby, but it's such a good deal, I wanted a friend to have it first.
Thanks, Eddie. I appreciate that. There's an awful lot of chrome missing up and down here, and all these dents.
EEddie
What chrome missing? I've got it right here, you just straighten it out. As for these dents, take it to the auto shop at school, they'll pound them right out for you.
[Greg tries to open the door, it's stuck]
EEddie
So it sticks a little! When you own a convertible, you don't use doors, you just jump right in. [Jumps into the car] Sports car, right?
EEddie
But if you want to do it the regular way, it does work. [Kicks the door open with his foot] You see?
Eddie, look at this big hole in the backseat!
EEddie
What hole? A little rip. Just sew it up, only a dime for needle and thread. Listen to this horn. (Honks) The windshield wipers work, the radio...
EEddie
Sure, Purrs like a kitten. [Starts the engine, running at very loud noise and backfires, causing the car to vibrate] Runs a little rough until she warms up, then she's great!
EEddie
[Turns off the engine] The idle just needs to be adjusted. All this baby needs is a little bit of work.
EEddie
Greg, for $100 and a little bit of work, you got yourself a car that's worth maybe $500.
Think all it will take is a little work?
EEddie
Positive. Tell you what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna throw in a repair manual, absolutely free. With this, a 10-year-old could fix her up!
I told my Dad I'd let him look at anything I bought first.
EEddie
What time is it, Greg?
[Looks at his watch] It's 3.20. Why?
EEddie
Car's gonna be gone by the time you get your dad here. I got a guy coming in 10 minutes, and with him it's a sure sale. (Puts the "FOR SALE LIKE NEW" sign back on the windshield)
EEddie
Greg, it's a great deal. Or would you rather wait 5 or 6 years for a set of wheels?
[In Jan's meeting with Mike and Carol.]
[reads the letter from her teacher and principal] In the past several weeks, Jan's grades have...!
Mike
[stops Jan from reading the letter] That is enough, Jan.
[to Jan] Jan? Where do you normally sit in Mrs. Denthoff's class?
Mike
Does she write lessons on the black board in the front of the class?
Jan? I think you may need glasses.
Glasses? Oh no, Mom! Not glasses!
Mike
Certainly, you want to have your eyes checked.
Honey? Wearing glasses isn’t anything these days.
But I’m sure I don’t need glasses!
Mike
Well, listen Jan. Do you want to keep failing in school? Making mistakes like taking the wrong bicycle?
Glasses? Oh no, Mom! Not glasses! I am going to look positively goofy!
Mike
Jan? Sit down, honey. Jan? Is there something you must explain to me?
Mike
Well, when we had that picture taken, you didn’t have your glasses yet.
Mike
No, you didn't. That cannot be the same picture. Can it?
It isn’t, Dad. But it wasn’t the other kids’ fault. I ruined the first one because I wasn’t wearing my glasses. I ran into it on my bike in the garage.
Mike
Jan? You are very lucky you ran into the picture. You would've run into something much worse — like a car.
I’m sorry, Dad. I’ll wear my glasses from now on whenever I’m supposed to, I promise.
Mike
Oh yeah? Well, for a little reminder, I am afraid I am going to have to ground you. For two weeks, no bicycle.
Can you make it something else? You can’t ground me from riding my bicycle!
Mike
Oh yes. I am afraid that I can.
Well, you see, I do not have a bicycle anymore. I sold it to pay for the new photograph.
Mike
Well, okay. I guess that is punishment enough.
Mom, dad, it works! Stretching myself really works! I grew an inch and a half!
Mike
How much?
Oh, honey, maybe you grew, but I don't think an inch and a half.
Mike
Not since yesterday.
But I measured myself three times! A half inch, plus one whole inch!
No, it's only a half an inch!
How do you know it's only half an inch?
Mike
Yeah, how do you know, Cindy?
I made the mark a half inch lower, so that Bobby would think he grew!
Mike
Cindy!
Well, that's okay, I still grew an inch!
You did the same thing too? [Jan nods]
Well, a half inch isn't bad.
I guess we should have checked with each other.
That's the dirtiest trick I've ever heard of!
[Bobby runs off.]
Mike
Bobby. They weren't trying to trick you. I don't think that what they did was right —
They were only trying to help.
They did it because they know it's true!
I'm a shrimpo, a peewee, I'll never grow another inch as long as I live! [runs up the stairs]
Mike
...Smashed rear taillight, crushed fender, replace muffler, repaint left side...REALIGN THE FRAMES! HOW MUCH!
DMr. Dougan
$295.11. Of course, there are some other minor things that I don't mind taking care of myself.
What? Refurnishing your house?!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mike, this just isn't true.
DMr. Dougan
Mrs. Brady, are you suggesting that I am lying?
Mike
It's not your fault, Alice. [glares at the kids] Was it, kids?
Like I just said, "If you take a joke too far, someone could get hurt".
[Mike and Carol --with sad expressions-- look at the broken remains of the bust.]
Gosh, it won a prize, too.
[Carol picks up the third place ribbon.]
Well...! [sighs] So much for third place!
Mike
All right, all right! That's it! Everybody upstairs! And no allowance for two weeks! And that goes for all of you!