[♪♪♪]
♪ Here we are ♪
♪ Face to face ♪
♪ A couple
Of silver spoons ♪
♪ Hopin' to find ♪
♪ We're two of a kind ♪
♪ Makin' a go ♪
♪ Makin' it grow ♪
♪ Together ♪
♪ We're gonna find
Our way ♪
♪ Together ♪
♪ Takin' the time
Each day ♪
♪ To learn all about ♪
♪ Those things
You just can't buy ♪
♪ Two silver spoons
Together ♪
♪ You and I ♪
♪ We're gonna find
Our way ♪
♪ You and I ♪
♪ Together ♪
♪ We're gonna find
Our way ♪
♪ You and I together ♪
KATE:
Careful.
RICKY:
I got it.
Not too fast.
Right over there.
Over here?
Yeah.
[GRUNTS]
Made it!
You've done your bit
for the church thrift shop.
With this good deed,
I'm on my way to heaven.
You'll be lucky
if you get to Queens.
Boy, some lemonade would
sure taste good right now.
Yeah, it sure would.
Nice try.
I'll make some
as soon as I finish.
Wanna go sh**t
some baskets?
No, thanks.
Let's wait for Dasher
to get here.
Dasher?
William Dasher's
coming here?
I'm gone.
What was all that about?
Who's Dasher?
He's a guy in our
Geometry class.
He kind of gets
on Alfonso's nerves.
Actually, he gets
on everybody's nerves.
What's wrong with him?
He's smart,
good athlete,
he does
everything right.
The nerve of him!
Hi! Ha.
I thought you
were going to play.
I did. I don't normally
let myself go
three years without
picking up a racket.
[PANTING]
I ran him ragged.
Want some lemonade
with a splash of oxygen?
Make it a double.
[DOORBELL CHIMES]
I got it.
Hi. Come on in.
Sorry I'm late.
No problem.
I had to accept this
young achievement award
from the Chamber of Commerce.
I hate to leave
a standing ovation.
I know
what you mean.
Delirious crowds
are a drag.
Dad, Dexter, this is
William Dasher.
Hey, nice to meet you, Bill.
Please call me William.
Excellent taste
in neckties, William.
Thank you.
Who is Veritas?
Some new designer?
No. This is
the Harvard emblem.
Veritas in Latin
means truth.
No lie?
Well, Dexter
ought to know.
After all,
he's a Harvard man.
Great! That's where
I'm going to school.
Oh, really?
Amazing, you know already?
Well, I've made
a few plans.
Hah. A few?
He could write
his memoirs today.
Hey, that's just
the early years...
There's Harvard undergrad,
Harvard law,
associate with
a corporate law firm,
and eventually,
a partnership.
Wow! He's ahead of me now.
He's even got it written
in his appointment book.
"June , ...
Become partner."
Drop on by,
we'll celebrate, huh?
Don't you need mostly A's
to get into Harvard?
"Mostly"?
You need
A plus, plus.
No sweat.
Ah, that's right.
Harvard men don't sweat.
When you're ready
to apply, let me know
I'm an alumni
interviewer.
I didn't know! Have
I said anything wrong?
No, not at all.
Good thing you didn't mention
missing Geometry Friday.
I was busy winning
a debate tournament.
William can speak
words a minute
with gusts up to .
You have those
Geometry notes?
Yeah.
Didn't you have a test
in that last week?
Yeah, I got a B.
I sure hope
these notes are accurate.
Heh. Hey!
Let's go upstairs and play
some Zork on the computer.
Of course you'd pick that one.
You always b*at me.
Hey!
Let's go get
that lemonade, huh?
I'm not thirsty.
Well, I'll drink
for the both of us.
That Dasher sure
has it all together.
When I was ,
my biggest goal
was to finish my table
lamp in wood shop.
He's exactly
the kind of applicant
Harvard's looking for.
In fact,
he reminds me of me.
What about Rick?
He reminds me
of you.
Isn't Rick
the type of applicant
Harvard's looking for?
Rick...
is an exceptional
young man.
That isn't an answer.
You know, Edward,
to get into Harvard
or any top school,
the competition
is fierce.
So tell me
about the game.
He slaughtered me.
You still haven't
answered my question.
You saying Rick
isn't smart enough?
No, no...
This is starting
to get extremely personal.
Correction. This is already
extremely personal.
There are three things
friends should never discuss.
Politics, religion,
and this.
I hate these conversations.
Richard is very bright.
He's got a lot
of extracurricular activities.
If he applied himself,
he'll go far.
He applies himself.
He got a B on his Geometry test.
And he hates Geometry.
This is my final warning.
Get off this subject.
A B won't get him
into the top schools.
Not when you're up against
the William Dashers.
Rick'll do fine.
"Fine" is exactly that.
It's...fine.
But if he doesn't do better,
certain doors
will be shut forever.
What doors?
Suppose he wants
a profession,
medicine, law, engineering.
Rick's only ,
a sophomore.
He's got three years
till college.
Correction.
College is here, now.
Every grade he gets
goes on
his permanent record.
Permanent, as in forever.
If he's getting
into a good school,
he'll have to buckle down
before his ship has sailed.
"His ship has sailed?"
You make it sound
so ominous.
That's why I don't like
these conversations.
This is delicious.
Is it fresh
or from a can?
You should know.
You went to Harvard.
Stratton goes
into the pivot,
looks to you, declines,
fakes right, fakes left,
what a move,
three seconds left.
He spins, he whirls,
he slams.
Yes!
Yes!
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Come in.
Hi, what
are you doing?
Studying.
With a Nerf ball?
The key to good studying is
knowing when to take a break.
Wanna take a few sh*ts?
Sure.
You remember a couple
of years ago,
when you said you might want
to be a doctor?
I did?
Yeah, remember?
We were at the beach.
Oh, yeah. I found a crab
with a bum leg
and fixed up
a little splint for him.
"You can do it, guy.
Come on.
You can do it."
Yeah, you were so proud.
He was doing great too,
till that kid
stepped on him.
We buried him at sea
in a gum wrapper.
If you did want
to be a doctor,
you'd want to go to
the best medical school, right?
Definitely.
But I don't want
to be a doctor.
You don't?
No.
I couldn't stand
losing another patient.
Well, okay,
it doesn't matter,
but whatever profession
you decide to go into,
you'll need top grades.
Is this gonna be one
of those conversations
we've had the good sense
to avoid up until now?
Yeah, so let's make it
quick and simple.
You do well
in all your other subjects,
and I think you can do better
than a B in Geometry.
Dad, the only thing better
than a B is an A.
See, you've got
the natural ability...
if you cr*ck the books
and put
the Nerf ball away.
Whatever happened
to that father
who told me to go out there
and have a great time?
Where'd he go?
He went to Aspen
Junior College.
I majored in
Downhill Skiing
with a minor
in Hot Chocolate.
I thought you
liked it there.
I did. I had
a great time.
Then I realized I didn't know
what to do with my life,
and I felt like
I'd been left behind.
Like I'd blown it.
I don't want to see
that happen to you, son.
Dad, I won't.
I don't even like
downhill skiing.
I'm serious.
I want to see you
buckle down.
I don't understand.
First a B is okay,
now it's not.
I'm supposed to have fun,
but then I can't.
You're changing
all the rules.
You're not
years old anymore.
Like it or not, the world
will start judging you,
and you'll have
to start performing.
Ha. I get it.
You want me to be more like
William "Too Good
To Be True" Dasher.
You're capable of doing
just as well as he does.
I just want to see you
fulfill your potential,
for your own good.
For my own good,
I should be miserable?
Getting an A
in Geometry
will not make you
miserable.
I know
you can do it.
You know I can,
I know I can,
so why don't we just say
I did it?
Yes,
ladies and gentlemen,
the immortal
Rick Stratton,
the game's
all-time leader,
is hanging up
his Nerf ball.
It's the end of an era.
[SIGHS]
[SIGHS]
Boy, guys. These late nighters
are m*rder.
Hey, I think I see
the sun coming up!
Freddy...
it's : .
Oh, I guess
it's the moon.
[TEAPOT HISSING]
Hey, Rick,
the water's boiling.
Very good.
That's one out of two.
How many scoops
this time, Alfonso?
Three heaping ones.
How about you, Freddy?
I'll pass.
That stuff doesn't do
anything for me.
I'm fading.
That's because you made me
give you decaf.
My mom says caffeine
isn't good for you.
Makes you hyperactive.
Come on, come on.
That hyper stuff is just
an old wive's tale.
Are you calling my mom
an old wife?
Hey, look
at this, huh?
Studying around
the table,
drinking coffee,
esprit de corps.
No, it's Yuban.
We've only got hours
till finals, Dad.
Don't let me interrupt. Just
wanna grab a couple of cookies.
Let's go,
moving on.
What's the area
of a parallelogram?
The base times
the altitude.
Right!
Keep up the good
work, guys.
I'm proud of you, son.
You had to mention food,
didn't you?
Glad I didn't mention
full-contact karate.
Hi, fellas.
Everything okay?
We're studying.
O...kay.
I'll just get a snack.
Just pretend
I'm not here.
What's the next
question?
Number six, come on,
we're rolling.
I-I'm not. I've got
a mustard stain on six.
Freddy, you didn't
even eat anything.
I wonder what it is.
Look, you guys,
if we just concentrate,
we can get this
over with a lot sooner.
[THUDS]
Sorry.
When are we going
to finish?
When we know it
by heart.
I already know it by heart.
Really? What's
an isosceles triangle?
Well, it's a certain
type of triangle...
invented many years ago
by a man named Isosceles...
in a country that
was very ancient
and is now underwater.
You have
absolutely no idea.
Yeah, but what an effort.
All right!
When's the burial?
Kate!
Shh!
We got a little hungry.
[MOUTHS]
Okay.
[TAPPING RHYTHMICALLY]
Not funny, guys.
Would you quit it?
Let's get serious.
Maybe you don't care
about your grades,
but I do.
You care about my grades?
Gee, thanks. Heh.
Not your grades.
My grades!
My dad's on my case.
I have to get
an A on this test.
Hey Rick, buddy, pal...
lighten up.
You're turning into a Dasher.
You used to be fun
to hang out with.
This is not hanging out.
This is life.
I don't even know why
I asked you to study with me.
That makes two of us.
Three.
I hate
to say this, Rick,
but your charm
has worn away.
Fine. Go on, leave.
I'll get a lot more done
without you.
Come on,
Freddy.
Let's go somewhere
where we're appreciated.
Where's that?
There must be
somewhere.
[DISH RATTLES]
I'm not here.
[♪♪♪]
All right.
Oh, no.
Kate, did you get the mail
while I was upstairs?
Rick, you were only
upstairs two minutes.
How do you know you're getting
your grades today?
I talked to Freddy
this morning.
He already got his.
Oh. How did he do?
His parents are
throwing a party.
No kidding?
Yeah, he got
straight Cs.
Where is that guy?
Staring out
the door
isn't going to make the
mailman come any sooner.
Where is he? What time
does he usually get here?
On Saturday,
it varies.
What do you mean,
"varies"?
Don't they put the guy
on a schedule?
What's he do?
Not deliver the mail
until he gets inspired?
Rick...
Just because I'm not
old enough to vote
doesn't mean I'm not entitled to
have my mail delivered on time.
I see no sleet
out there,
no snow,
no gloom of night...
Nothing to stay him
from his appointed rounds.
Rick, can't you relax?
I'm sure
you did just fine.
Kate, I think I blew
the Geometry test.
I went in for the final
and I panicked.
I don't even know
if I put my name on it.
Wait a minute...
that could be good.
Rick, there's no point
in torturing yourself.
It's all over now.
Wake up, Kate! Wake up!
That's what
I'm afraid of.
I've got two and a half
more years of this.
The pressure's
just beginning.
Where is he?
♪ La, la, lu, la
La, la, lu, la ♪
♪ La, la, lu, la
Pasta bazzula ♪
♪ Hey, boy
I gotta tell you ♪
♪ This onion
A-stings a-you eyes ♪
Did you know Rick was
getting his grades today?
Oh, great!
A good soup deserves
something to celebrate it with.
Rick isn't in much
of a festival mood.
Matter of fact, he's
very nervous about it.
Well, that's only normal.
Normal?
You think it's normal
to rant and rave
against
the U.S. Postal Service?
Sure, I feel like that whenever
I go into a post office.
Edward,
this is serious.
He's crazed.
I've never
seen him like this.
He's tearing
himself apart.
Really?
Maybe I better
have a talk with him.
[DOOR CLOSES]
Hi, Dad.
Hi. How are you doing?
Me?
I'm doing fine. Great.
Good.
I'm glad.
Good.
Good.
Ha. Yeah...
He's scared
to death.
What's he so afraid of?
He doesn't want
to disappoint you.
He's worked hard.
I'm sure he'll do fine.
Well, what if he didn't?
He's acting like his life
hangs in the balance
over one grade
in Geometry.
I never said
anything like that.
You may not have said it,
but that's what he heard.
All I said was
I didn't want
to see him make
the same mistakes I did.
Oh, yeah, and you're
a sad case, aren't you?
Kate, I spent a lot of years
flailing around, you know,
before I
straightened out.
It couldn't have
been that bad.
We're talking
major flailing.
I wasted
eight months
at the Commune
of Love and Trust...
till I caught Brother Sunshine
swiping my stereo.
Well, all that experimenting
and searching
made you
who you are...
Gave you depth
and character.
I like the way
you turned out.
Well, flailing
has its good points.
And working until
you're a basket case
has its bad points.
Mm. Yeah...
How do you tell your son
it's important to work hard
but it shouldn't be a matter
of life or death?
That's a start.
All right.
Okay.
I'm going to earn
my Father's Day card this year.
Ah... Rick.
Yeah, Dad?
[DOORBELL CHIMES]
I got it.
Mr. Tuttle, I wondered
where you were.
It's sweepstakes day.
I'm getting sick of looking
at Ed McMahon's face.
I got a registered letter
for you, Mr. Stratton.
Okay.
Sign it right there, please.
Where's the rest
of the mail?
One thing at a time,
young man.
I know what
you're waiting for.
There you go.
Oh, thank you.
Oh...
Good luck. Heh.
Occupant...Occupant...
Resident...Occupant...
Ed McMahon...
Occupant...
Richard Stratton,
Shallow Springs school district.
Hey!
Before you open this,
I want to tell you something.
What?
I want you to know
I put much too much emphasis
on what's
in this envelope.
Got your point.
Can I have it now?
No, not yet.
I set impossible standards
and I was making you crazy.
And now you're not?
Stay with me
on this.
I just realized
I've been putting
the same terrible
pressure on you
that my old man
used to put on me.
That's something I'd promised
I'd never do to you.
Wait a minute.
Are you saying
I did all this for nothing?
No, no,
that's not it either.
It's a matter of...
balancing the achievement
against the price
you have to pay for it.
The important thing is,
you gave it your best sh*t.
That's all
anybody can ask.
You won't think I'm a failure
if I get a B or a C?
Absolutely not.
How about an F?
Don't push it.
Guess I can open it,
now that
it doesn't matter.
Guess I'll just
go in and...
check on that soup.
I'll just...
see how
that soup's doing.
Well?
You did it!
You got the A
in Geometry! Ha, ha!
You did it!
Oh, boy!
Not that it matters.
It doesn't matter, no.
But you did it!
You got the A!
No sweat.
Yahoo!
[♪♪♪]
04x10 - Judgment Day
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Wealthy, young-at-heart business owner and playboy Edward Stratton III is stunned to discover his brief marriage several years ago produced a son, Richard who is now 12 and wanting to live with him.
Wealthy, young-at-heart business owner and playboy Edward Stratton III is stunned to discover his brief marriage several years ago produced a son, Richard who is now 12 and wanting to live with him.