01x11 - The Quilt

[bunniefuu]

Come on, Richie. Take a bite.

Come on, you'll love it.
Mama wouldn't lie to you, now.

That's good. Mmm.

That's right.

Why don't you give
him something he likes?

Because Richie
needs to try new things.

- Strained liver with bacon bits?
- Yuck.

Don't listen to them.

You'll love it. Mama loves it, because
it's so great. It tastes so good. Mmm.

Mm. Mm. Mm... Yuck.

Forget this stuff.

Hey, careful with
the merchandise.

No one's gonna
buy this stuff anyway.

Yes, they will.

Remember, one person's
junk is another person's antique.

Somebody help
me with this, please.

Sure. Judy, go help him.

Not there, over there.

JUDY: This stuff is heavy.

What is this?

It's Grandma's stuff
from the basement.

She said you could sell it
in the garage sale tomorrow.

JUDY: I've got to put this down.

Great. Judy, go start taking
these things out of the boxes.

Eddie, she could use your help.

Sorry, I'm on a break.

You don't see me taking a break.

Well, that's because
you're not doing any work.

Why don't you do some
lifting for a change?

Because I'm the brains
and you're the brawn.

Well, the brawn quits.

Fine. When my garage sale makes
enough money to buy that VCR...

I won't let you use it.

I don't need it anyway. I'll
read and improve my mind.

Oh, comics.

One old shirt. A dollar fifty?

One classic Hawaiian
aloha shirt. Seven dollars.

Now, how much for that old tie?

You mean this lovely
piece of designer neckwear?

Five bucks.

You're catching on.

[EDWARD LAUGHS]

- What's so funny?
- This Jughead cracks me up.

Hey.

That's garage sale material.

You wanna read for
free, go to the library.

Here you go, honey. A lot of
great stuff for your garage sale.

Three pairs of socks?

No, three socks.

We're trying to buy a VCR and
all you can donate are three socks?

And one of them
has a hole in it.

Your father won't part
with anything, baby.

- Oh, that's not true.
HARRIETTE: Hm.

Hey, my old tennis
racket. You can't sell this.

- Mom said we could.
- Unh-unh.

I may take up tennis again.

Carl, you used that tennis racket once in
your life and that was to k*ll a cockroach.

Unh-unh. And not
my old catcher's mitt.

This was my first glove.

[COUGHS]

Still has the
original dirt in it.

Hey, guys, look what I found in
the basement. My old saxophone.

Great, we can get a
lot of money for that.

Oh, I'm not selling
it. I'm gonna brush up.

I used to play a
pretty mean sax.

Rachel, I don't think
"mean" describes it.

"Painful," maybe.

Oh, come on, Harriette.

You used to listen to
me when we were kids.

Oh, yeah. I'm out of here.

Don't listen to her. I was good.

[PLAYS OFF-KEY]

Still got it.

Well, we don't want it.

Oh, come on. I need a new
reed and my lip's a little soft.

But it'll all come back.
Just like riding a bicycle.

[CONTINUES PLAYING OFF-KEY]

Sounds like riding
a bicycle over a cat.

[CAR HORN HONKS]

ESTELLE: There's my ride.

Hey, Ma, where you going?

A bunch of us girls are having a
slumber party over at Carlotta's house.

In sleeping bags?

We like to sack out on the
floor with the windows open...

and pretend we're camping.

Well, goodbye, everybody.

Wait, Grandma, you didn't go through
your stuff and tell me what I can sell.

You can sell everything in that
box, honey. Just not the quilt on top.

- This?
- That's it. Everything else is fine.

- Thanks, Grandma.
- You're welcome, honey.

Out with the old,
in with the new.

[CAR HORN HONKS]

- Let me help you with those things.
ESTELLE: Oh, thank you, honey.

Now, Grandma's a
cooperative person.

Let's take a lesson from her and make
this garage sale a huge success, okay?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

You know, you're right.
We've gotta give until it hurts.

- You can't sell this camera.
- Watch me.

My Barbie doll.

Hey, that stuff is tagged.
Either put it back or pay up.

No way.

I need a camera.

I've been looking for a
way to express myself.

Yeah, English sure
hasn't been working.

Dad, these people don't understand
the concept of a garage sale.

You need inventory.

I know, honey.
I'll talk to them.

Hey, these are my
old bell-bottom pants.

I wore these to Woodstock.

You went to Woodstock?

Well, the movie.

Laura, what is all this stuff
doing back in the living room?

It's raining. Where
else could I put it?

Well, it's a garage sale. How
about back in the garage?

Mom, you gotta understand
something about retail.

The garage is cold and damp.

People will spend
more money in here.

Well, how much
have you made so far?

Well, it's only
been three hours.

- How much?
- And the weather's against me.

How much?

[RACHEL PLAYING
SAXOPHONE OFF-KEY]

That's not helping either.

Laura?

Three dollars and 25 cents.

That's all?

Mom, there's not much of a
market for a 200-watt bowling ball.

Well, don't worry.

What you don't sell, we'll
just donate to Goodwill.

LAURA: Okay, but I
get the tax write-off.

- Edward.
- That's gonna be a good one, Mom.

Don't do that.

Eddie, you're supposed to
be helping with the customers.

What customers?

I'm going outside
and stand under a tree.

Maybe I'll get lucky,
get a picture of lightning.

- Oh, smile, Judy.
- Oh.

That's it. I quit.

But, Judy, how are people
gonna find the house...

if you're not out there
waving your flashlight?

I'm wet, I'm cold
and I'm cranky.

- But...
- Don't mess with me.

[SIGHS]

Hi, mind if I look around?

- Go ahead.
- Oh, okay.

Ooh, you got some nice things.

I do?

- Oh, thank you.
- Yes.

Oh. This is a lovely tablecloth.

That belongs to my grandmother.
She needs money for an operation.

Heh. I'll take it.

There are some matching
napkins for $5 extra.

She also needs a root canal.

Oh, I see.

Oh, gosh.

[GASPS]

Oh, my...

Oh. How much is this quilt?

That's not for sale.

Oh, but it was here with the other
things. I'll give you a fair price for it.

It's a mistake. It wasn't
supposed to be out here.

See, it's my grandmother's
and she doesn't wanna sell it.

How about this blanket?

One owner, only been
on a couple of picnics.

No, thank you.

Uh, look, if your grandmother's willing
to part with this beautiful tablecloth...

I don't know why she wouldn't wanna
sell this quilt if the price was right.

- How much do you think it's worth?
- I'm not really sure.

I'll give you $200 for it.

Two hun... [PANTING]

Are you all right?

Asthma.

[COUGHING]

I bet your grandmother
would be very proud of you...

if you got a good
price for this quilt.

I'm sorry, I really can't.

How about 250?

- Mm, I don't know.
- Three hundred?

Would you like
that gift-wrapped?

You still haven't
found them, Shirley?

You were wearing them
last night at the slumber party.

Oh, you should
carry an extra pair.

Well, good luck, hon. Bye.

Shirley lose her glasses?

No. Her teeth.

Sounds like a
wild slumber party.

It was. We were up until
about a quarter to 10.

[PLAYING OFF-KEY]

Rachel, Rachel, Rachel.

Are you gonna
be doing this a lot?

Oh, yeah.

Do you know it's
all coming back?

They used to call me Hot Lips.

Rachel, that was before
you got the saxophone.

Oh, yeah.

Well, Goodwill just took
all the junk that didn't sell.

Of course I had to tip them 5
bucks to take the bowling ball lamp.

How much money did we make?

Three hundred
and fifty big ones.

[EDWARD PANTING]

We made $350,000?

No, nimrod.

Three hundred and fifty dollars.

I sold some of Grandma's napkins,
and a few of her other things.

Oh, that's wonderful.

No one else's junk moved.

You sold $350 worth of napkins?

Actually, what put
me over the top...

was the 300 bucks I got
for Grandma's old quilt.

What? Say that again.

Laura, you didn't sell
your grandmother's quilt?

Grandma, I know
what you told me...

but I made enough money to
buy a VCR and a brand-new quilt.

Like you said, "Out with
the old, in with the new."

That quilt has been in
our family for 200 years.

The patches make
up our family history.

It's the only record we have.

That quilt is priceless.

Excuse me.

How you doing, Ma?

I've gone through
worse things in my life.

[SIGHS]

Well, she's doing a lot
better than she was yesterday.

That quilt sure meant a lot
to her. How's Laura doing?

She's out right now putting up
flyers all over the neighborhood.

She's got it in her mind
she's gonna find that quilt.

You know, we need to
cheer up around here.

- How about some music?
- Oh.

[AIR ECHOING]

All right, who took my reed?

- Don't know.
- Richie, did you take Mama's reed?

Come on, Richie. I've got a
whole new box of reeds upstairs.

Oh, no, she doesn't.

I owe you big,
Harriette. Ha-ha-ha.

HARRIETTE: Hi, honey. Any
luck tracking down that quilt?

No.

I put up flyers, I went to every
store, I knocked on doors. Nothing.

Laura, you're doing
everything you can.

I really let the
family down, didn't I?

Sweetheart.

The truth is, you shouldn't
have sold the quilt, that's for sure.

But this is a mistake...

that you're gonna have
to live with and learn from.

Well, Grandma
has to live with it too.

She told me not to feel bad,
but I know I really hurt her.

I'll find that quilt if it takes
me the rest of my life.

Well, Laura, I'm a cop.

And the hard fact is if you don't
find a good lead within 24 hours...

chances are you're not
gonna solve the case.

Hey, you guys, wait until you see
these pictures I took at the garage sale.

You know, I think I have
a real feel for photography.

Well, what is this
one? It's all black.

I forgot to take off the
lens cap. They get better.

- Then what is this?
- My feet.

I was aiming for a cute girl at
the garage sale, but I sneezed.

They're getting worse.

Well, look at this
one. It's my favorite.

It's a picture of a gorgeous girl
leaving the garage sale with nothing.

I call it, "Girl With Nothing."

Little Richie could
take better pictures.

Look at this one. It's
a shot of our mailbox.

You see, I was aiming for
that lady getting into her car...

but the mailbox
just got in my way.

- Wait a minute, that's her.
- Who?

That's the lady who
bought Grandma's quilt.

Laura, this is great.

I'll take this to the police
lab and have them blow it up.

Read the license, find
out who owns the car.

Eddie, I could kiss you.

There, I think it passed.

Oh, what the heck.

- I gotta get a picture of this.
- Dad. No.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Look, Dad. There it is.

Three thousand dollars?

Grab it and let's
get out of here.

Calm down, Laura, calm down.

Can I help you?

Oh, hello again.

Hi. My dad wants to talk to you.

He's a cop.

[CHUCKLES]

You'll have to forgive
her. She's a little upset.

You see, heh, she wasn't
supposed to sell the quilt.

So we'll give your money,
you give us the quilt...

and forget about
the whole thing.

Well, I'm sorry,
but we made a deal.

But $3000? Ha,
that is some markup.

I'm not an unreasonable
person. I'll sell it to you for 2800.

Twenty eight...? Look,
I don't have $2800.

Well, we have a
terrific layaway plan.

One hundred dollars a month...

and you get invited to our lecture
series on the history of macramé.

Could I say something?

This quilt is not just any quilt.
It tells my family's entire history.

Well, honey, you sold it to me.

I didn't know what it was.

My grandmother told me
not to sell it, but I didn't listen.

[SOBBING]

I made a terrible mistake. I'll
regret it for the rest of my life.

- I'm sorry, I really...
- You don't understand.

I really hurt my whole
family. Please, Miss Nash.

You've gotta help me.

I mean, think about it.

When you were a kid...

didn't you do something
you really wish you hadn't?

Well, yes, everybody has.

Then imagine how you'd feel...

if you sold something of your
family's that was priceless...

and it was the only
record of all your relatives.

Well, that's what
this quilt is to us.

It's the only way I'll
ever know who I am...

or where I come from.

[SIGHS]

It's all right.

[SAXOPHONE PLAYING
SCALES PERFECTLY]

- Rachel, that's fantastic.
- Unbelievable.

Rachel. Rachel!

What?

Let me turn this off.

[MUSIC STOPS]

- What did you guys say?
- Never mind.

- Mama, Laura has something
for you. ESTELLE: Mm?

Here, Grandma.
This belongs to you.

Oh, my Lord.

Oh, honey, I don't believe it.

- Oh.
- That's wonderful.

Eddie, Judy, come on down
here. We got the quilt back.

Carl, how on earth
did you ever find it?

Well, I didn't do
it, Ma. Laura did.

Oh, I am so relieved
to have it back.

We all are.

Mother, I think now is a good time
to tell everybody the story of the quilt.

Yeah, tell us quick
before Laura sells it again.

Carl, I was waiting for a special
time and I think this is the time.

This quilt was started by your great,
great, great, great grandmother...

Amy Rose.

That's six generations back,
even before the Civil w*r.

Amy Rose wanted a record
of our family in one place.

It was to be passed down
from generation to generation...

each adding
something special to it.

Each piece of cloth
has a special meaning.

This was a piece of your great
aunt's wedding dress, right, Ma?

That's right.

And this is Amy Rose's dress...

that she wore to church
every Sunday morning.

What's this, Grandma?

That's a piece of
my daddy's uniform...

that he wore in
France in World w*r I.

Wow.

Where's your special
patch, Mother Winslow?

Oh, I don't have one yet, honey.

You know, the tradition is
that the eldest daughter...

sews on the patch
after you've passed on.

But you don't have
any daughters, Mother.

That's true.

But I'd be so proud to
pass it on to you, Harriette.

Thank you, Mother Winslow.

You know, I think I
know the perfect place...

to keep this quilt.

Where's that?

In Laura's room.

What do you say, sweetheart?

You mean, you trust
me with the quilt?

Now more than ever.

I'll never let it out of
my sight. I promise.

Until the day I give
it to my daughter.

Laura, I love you.

Oh, I love you so much.

I love you too, Grandma.