03x03 - Daddy's Little Montague Girl

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["BRAND NEW LIFE" PLAYING]

♪ There's a time for love
And a time for living ♪

♪ You take a chance
And face the wind ♪

♪ An open road
And a road that's hidden ♪

♪ A brand-new life
Around the bend ♪

♪ There were times
I lost a dream or two ♪

♪ Found the trail ♪

♪ And at the end was you ♪

♪ There's a path you take
And a path not taken ♪

♪ The choice is up to you
My friend ♪

♪ Nights are long
But you might awaken ♪

♪ To a brand-new life ♪

♪ Brand-new life ♪

♪ A brand-new life
Around the bend ♪

[WHIRRING]

Whoa, baby.

Out there.

Dad, keep it down!

I'm trying to listen
to music.

Sure, Samantha.
Why don't I shut this off,

you finish vacuuming later?
Uh, on the other hand,

I could turn off the music,
listen to the vacuum.

Why didn't I think of that?
Heh.

[WHIRRING]

This thing does have
a pretty good beat.

[SCATTING]

Do you like it?
What do you mean, do I like it?

It's my skirt, it's my blouse
and it's my belt.

I know.

So, what do you think?

It's you.

We are better
than best friends.

We are the same size.
Heh.

You know, I'm really gonna miss
you when you go away to school.

If I go away.

Montague Academy only takes
the most intelligent,

well-rounded students.
You'll get in.

I know.

My dad told me
it's the best school.

It's got the best teachers,
the best facilities,

and on weekends the girls sneak
into Boston to meet boys.

He didn't tell me that.
Heh.

It sounds like so much fun.
I wish I could go.

Well, why don't you?

Me go to Montague?
They'd never accept me.

The only brown eyes in this
brochure are on the horse.

Come on. It'd be fun. We could
be roommates and everything.

Dream on, Marci.
This place must cost a fortune.

So?

Oh, yeah. I always forget.

You seem so normal.

Thanks.

I know,
but you get good grades.

You could get a scholarship.

Yeah, just like that.

You can prove you're needy.

You don't have a Mercedes.

Yeah,
I've got a beat-up old van.

I'm in for sure.

All right.

Now, how many times
I gotta tell you?

Chew before you swallow.

Not subscriptions.
It's accounts.

Good evening, ladies.

Good evening, ladies.
How was your day?

Terrible.
Wonderful.

Mother, how can you say that?
We're getting absolutely nowhere

with the Hutchinson account.

Well, you may be
getting nowhere, dear,

but, uh, Hutch and I are going
to dinner Saturday night.

Hey, hey, Angela.
Don't worry about a thing.

Before long you'll have clients
beating down your door.

Oh, you're right. Just takes
time to build a reputation.

Yeah, yeah, and, you know,
Mona's doing her part.

Hi, Angela, hi, Mona.
Hey.

Dad, guess what?

You saw the phone bill
and you're truly sorry.

Close. Marci's going
to Montague Academy.

[SHRIEKS]

That's right, dear.

Time to do those roots
again.

No, Mother. That is not it.

I went to Montague Academy.

Oh, those were carefree,
happy years

when I went away to school.

For both of us.

Marci,
you are going to love it.

It's the kind of school
that makes you want to learn.

You'll be a regular
academia nut.

[ANGELA CHUCKLES]

Just a little
Montague humor.

Uh, Dad, you know,
I've been thinking...

No, wait, uh, let me guess.

You wanna go to Montague too,
like Marci?

That is unbelievable.

You're so wise,
so insightful.

Forget it.
So unfair.

Come on, Dad. Why not?

You know, Sam, we can't afford
a place like that.

I could get a scholarship,
won't cost you anything.

[GROANS THEN MUTTERS]

Can I just apply?

Uh, look.
I don't know. Uh, we'll see.

We'll see? I hate "we'll see's."
Can't you make up your mind?

Okay. No.

We'll see.

What?

Well, since you asked.

I don't see why you don't just
let her apply .

If you don't mind, Angela,
I have my reasons.

Oh, right.
I-I didn't mean to intrude.

What kind of reasons?

Well, what if--?
Let's say she applied

and she didn't get in?
We're talking heartbreak.

She's a big girl.
She can handle it.

What if she got in
and everybody hated her?

That never bothered Angela.

Hope this school is easier
than the application.

Sweetheart, you can do this.
What's next?

"What do you think is the single
most important event

of the 20th century?"

Uh...

There's the Salk vaccine,
uh, invention of the microchip,

the moon landing.

Don't forget control-top
panty hose.

What do you think, Dad?

I think they wanna know
what you think.

I think...

It has to be TV.

Good answer.
Good answer.

Sweetheart, I don't think
the history of the world

has been changed
by reruns of Gilligan's Island.

No, Angela.

It's just that television
lets us know what's going on

right when it happens.

Imagine if we would've had TV
during the American Revolution.

Yeah.
"The British are coming,"

Film at eleven.

Good stuff.
Okay, okay, Mother.

What's next? Uh...

"Describe yourself
in one word." Let me think.

Oh, now, wait--
Wait, wait, wait a minute.

If she's gonna do this,

I think she should do it
herself.

Okay, okay, okay, let's see.

Me in one word...

Spontaneous.
Dependable,

Lovable.
Adorable.

Hey, h*.

Oh, Dad, that's good.
Hey, h*.

It's two words.
So I'll put a hyphen.

Next.

"Father's occupation."

What should I put, Dad?

You put housekeeper.
That's what I am.

And if that's not good enough
for them,

then maybe you don't
belong there, young lady.

Okay, okay, okay.
Housekeeper.

And former
professional ball player.

[MONA CHUCKLES]

Montague Academy,
a unique environment.

That's the quad.

Fostering
academic excellence.

Oh, that's Curtis Hall.

And featuring the finest
athletic facilities.

Oh, lookie.
I know, Angela.

Those are
the tennis courts.

A place where your daughter
can experience

the joys of learning

and the bonds of friendship

all under the watchful eye
of our Dean of Students,

Edna Franklin.

[TONY CHUCKLES]

[CHUCKLES]

That's not her.
Are you sure? Heh.

How did that get there?

[CHUCKLING]

Well, what do our think
of our fair Montague?

I gotta admit, Angela,
it does have all the advantages.

I never saw a dorm
with maid service before.

Yeah. I used to love
those little mints

that they left
on your pillows.

Hey, look, there's Samantha.

Guess she made it
through the inquisition.

Interview, Tony.

Sam. Mm.

How'd it go?
Great.

Dean Franklin's
a Knicks fan.

You know, she also looks
a lot like a horse.

Yeah. I noticed that too.

Okay, gotta go.
Okay. Bye.

Aw. I knew
they'd love her.

Isn't that great, Tony?

[CHUCKLES]
Yeah, it's great.

Oh, there's Dean Franklin.

I've gotta say hello.

She probably
won't recognize me.

Last time she saw me
I was an awkward,

self-conscious teenager.

Angela! Angela Robinson.

Do mingle.
Yeah.

You've got to be bullish
on bullion.

With interest rates
coming down,

there's nowhere else
to hide your cash.

Okay, next. Heh.

Well, I just do it
the way my mother taught me.

Two half knots
and a back stitch,

those sutures will last longer
than the heart valve.

[CHUCKLING]

Mingle on, Micelli.

You're wrong.

No one hits the ball
like Jackson.

I'm telling you, old man.
Jackson is washed up.

Oh, well,
what do you say guys?

Hey, I couldn't help
but overhear your conversation.

I think your friend is right
Jackson's having a great year.

You seem to know a lot
about the sport.

I used to play
for the Cardinals. Heh.

Can't say I've heard
of them.

You've never heard
of the St. Louis Cardinals?

This guy's never heard
of the Cardinals. Ha!

Well, polo has so many clubs
these days.

[TONY CHUCKLES]

Polo?

Game of kings.

Oh, yeah, yeah.
What, are you kidding?

Hey, tally-h*. Heh.

MAN:
It was all
in the stock market. ..

I'd like to put you...

[MUTTERING]

Tony. Tony. There's someone
I'd like for you to meet.

So you're Mr. Micelli.
I'm Dean Franklin.

Oh. Sure. I recognize you
from your picture. Heh.

Your daughter
is just delightful.

Well, we like her. Heh.

She's bright, articulate,

and I hear she has a hell
of a hook shot.

Heh. She learned that
in Brooklyn.

You know, someone
with Samantha's background

could easily be over looked.

Oh.

That's too bad. Heh.

But I think she has
an excellent chance.

Thanks to Angela's efforts.

Angela's efforts?

Well, it was nothing.
I just made a little phone call.

A phone call to every member
of the Admissions Committee.

Letters, postcards.
She just went on and on.

Well, that's our Angela.

Anyhoo... I may be a little
premature in saying this,

but I think you've got yourself
a Montague girl.

[CHUCKLING]

[SIGHS]

You called the school?

You don't have to thank me.

I won't.

Am I picking up
some negative vibes here?

Angela,
I don't like this school

and I don't want my Samantha
going to it.

But, Tony, why?

I-- I just wish
you'd stop sticking your nose

in other people's business.

I'm only trying
to help Samantha.

Well, who asked you?

I did.

Sweetheart, I--

Pawn
to queen's bishop three.

Guy on a horse,

from this red square
to this, uh...

black one over here.

MONA:
Hi.

So how was the open house?

It was open and it was a house,
all right?

Okay, so did everyone else
have fun too?

Well, I'm going to bed.

Good night, Mona.
Good night, Jonathan.

Good night, Angela.

h*, h*, hey.

Aren't you forgetting
something?

Well, I guess I can forget
about Montague.

Tsk.

Wait a minute.
What does she mean? Why?

Jonathan, I think it's time
for you to go to bed too.

But, Mom, I've gotta finish
this chess game.

Checkmate.

Congratulations, Jonathan,
and good night.

Hey, what is this?
Tag team chess?

You lose, Grandma.

Oh? Well, everyone knows

that chess is just a game
of luck.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So, what happened?
What went wrong?

Look,
if we're going to play charades,

could you give me
a little hint?

Oh, sure, here's a hint.

It sounds like Bangela.

You know, she'd have forgotten
all about that school

if you'd have just stopped
pushing it.

Me? Marci's the reason
she's excited about that school.

Oh , real nice, Angela.

Blame an innocent child.

Blame what?

She's going
to a wonderful school

that she really wants
to go to.

Yeah,
and it's all your fault.

I may be way off on this,
but, uh, I get the feeling

he doesn't want Sam
to go to Montague.

Well, I know that, Mother,

but I can't, for the life of me,
figure out why.

Well, maybe Tony's afraid.

Of what?

That Sam will turn into you.

Thank you, Mother.

Angela,
don't be so defensive.

What I mean
is, uh, someone like you.

Oh, that makes me feel
so much better.

I mean someone not like him.

Someone who would fit in
to a private school.

Someone who's more comfortable
with the stock market

than the supermarket.

That's it.

Of course.

He's afraid
she'll outgrow him.

Oh, Mother.

How could I have been
so dense?

Years of practice, dear.

Tony.

Tony,
you're cleaning the soap.

She didn't even say good night
to me.

She always says good night
to me.

Even when she had the mumps
she said,

[MUMBLES]
"Good night, Dad."

Tony, I know exactly
how you're feeling.

You do?
Yeah.

Mother explained it to me.

You see, Tony,

you grew up in Brooklyn.

Did you forget that part?

And-- And you hung out
with the guys in the street

playing spitball.

That's stickball, Angela.

And when you pictured Samantha
growing up,

you didn't picture her
going off to prep school

and college and...

And having a career.

You could say that again.

You pictured her more like you.
Yeah.

But without the hair
on her chest, you know.

Tony, maybe I did push.

It's just that sometimes
I forget

that Sam is your little girl
and not mine.

And I guess I just had
my own dreams for her.

I wanted her to be--

You.

Sorry.

Hey, what, are you kidding me?
Don't be sorry.

I'd be proud of Samantha
if she grew up like you, Angela,

I think you're terrific.

You do?

The only reason
why I took this job

was to get her
a better education.

You know,
a better start in life.

And now she's got a chance

to go to one of the best schools
in the whole country.

I mean, it's-- It's everything
I could ever wanted.

Then what is the problem?

Ah, well, Montague,
it's so...

Expensive?

No, it's so, uh...

Snobby?

No.
Well, what?

So far away.

Oh.

Tony, you're going
to miss her.

Yeah.

Sam?

[THUD THEN TONY GRUNTING]

Go ahead and scream, Dad.
I'm awake.

Ow!

Feel better now?

[SIGHS]
Yeah.

Hey, listen, honey.

About Montague, I'm sorry.
I really am.

It's just that
where I come from, you know,

people don't go shipping
their kids off to school.

What if you got lonely?

Marci'll be there.

What if you got sick?
Who's gonna take care of you?

The nurse?

Yeah, she could do it.

But I always think of that
as my job, you know.

You're my little girl.

And you're always gonna be
my little girl.

In fact, when you're an old lady
you're gonna be my little girl.

And wherever I am,
you'll always be my dad.

[SAMANTHA SIGHS THEN GRUNTS]

Mm.

This is great, huh?
Yes.

But does this mean I can
or can't go away to school?

Let me see.

SAMANTHA [SMOOCHES]:
Oh.

I guess you can.
All right!

All right, but wait a minute,
you're gonna have to write.

I will.
And call a lot.

Hey, if anyone knows
how to use the phone...

And I'm gonna visit a lot,
you know.

Maybe every weekend.
I know.

I'm gonna make a real nuisance
of myself.

I know that too.

And I want you
to get great grades, you know.

So you-- So you can pick
any college you want,

any job you want.
And be all you can be.

Dad, it's prep school,
not the Army.

Yes. Get in bed.

I'll see you in the morning.
Okay.

Dad?

Good night.

Good night.

[SMOOCHES]

What's keeping the mailman?

You know he should be here
by now.

Perhaps he's playing post office
with Mrs. Wilmington.

[SCATTING]

Hey. What do you say, ladies,
what's up?

We're waiting
for the mailman.

Oh, well,
it could be a while.

I think Mrs. Wilmington's
getting a special delivery.

But look what we got.

Aah!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait.

Let me see, let me see,
let me see. Take it easy.

Bill, bill, bill,
letter from Montague.

Oh!
Hold it, hold it, hold it.

Letter from Bill.
Oh.

All right, all right.

Samantha, it's here!

It's a thick envelope.

Oh, that's a good sign.

That means welcome letters,
brochures, forms to fill out.

It only takes
one thin sheet of paper

to say "kiss off, sucker."

It's here?

It's really here?
Yeah.

Oh, I don't wanna open it.

Okay.
Aah!

All right, all right.
Give it back. Give it back.

[ANGELA CHUCKLING]

[SAMANTHA GRUNTS]

"Dear Miss Micelli.
We're happy-- "

[ALL SCREAMING]

They're happy. Heh.

I'm in!

Yeah.
What did I tell you?

Fat envelopes never lie.

Oh, this is great.

[ANGELA SMOOCHES]

Isn't it, Tony?

Are you kidding me?
It's terrific. Huh?

Samantha,
I'm so proud of you.

You went for something,
you wanted it, you got it.

Hey,
ice cream for everybody. Heh.

Okay. I'll be right there.
I have to go call Marci.

TONY & MONA:
Okay.

Things won't be the same
around here

when Sam goes away
to school.

Oh, sweetheart,
you're going to miss her.

Yeah.

Can I have her room?

Are you okay?

Well, going into that freezer
can be pretty hairy,

but I think I made it.

I mean about Samantha.

I know.

Tony,
you were great out there.

I know you were hurting,
but you didn't let it show.

And she's so happy.

I know. And that's all
I ever really wanted.

You're a very brave man,
Tony Micelli.

Thanks, Angela.
The kind of unselfish hero

you don't see anymore.

Thanks, Angela.
A knight in shining armor--

Enough.

Please, let's not go overboard.
Okay.

Dad, can I talk to you?

Oh, sure, hun. Here.

I'll take this out.

Thanks.
Yeah.

What's up, honey?

You know,
I've been thinking.

That's my little
Montague girl. Heh.

Yeah, about Montague.

You know,
it's really far away.

But we're gonna keep in touch--
Right, right.

But it's not gonna be
the same.

I mean, I've never really been
away from home before.

Come on, Sam. Hey, you sleep
at Marci's house all the time.

Yeah, but that's just
down the street.

I'm not sure
I'm ready for this.

I mean I'm only 14.

Wait a minute, Sam.
Are you--?

Are you saying
you don't wanna go to Montague?

Maybe not this year.

I'd miss you too much.

Oh.

SAMANTHA:
Mm.

Marci didn't get in, huh?

Mm. Well, what can I say?
They can't all be Micellis.

BOTH:
Hey, h*.

Ah. You did that good.
I like it.

Oh, sweetheart.

Montague Academy.
Virtue above all.

Easy for you to say.

[TONY CHUCKLES]

I'm glad Sam's gonna be home
with us,

but I was really looking forward
to passing on the torch.

Now what am I gonna do
with all my memorabilia?

I understand
there's an empty wing

at the Smithsonian.

I understand there's an empty
trashcan under the sink.

[MONA & TONY CHUCKLE]

Tish, tush.

Oh! Look.

There's my president's pin
from the Jane Austen Society.

Who's Jane Austen?

Ah, some old maid
who wrote books.

No. Sweetheart,
she was a wonderful novelist.

And all the other members and I,
we sit around

every Saturday night
and discuss her works.

Is that when everybody else
went to Boston?

Those with limited
intellectual curiosity.

And dates.

TONY:
Ah. Heh.

Dad, guess what!

Marci's applying
to a Finnish school.

No, no, sweetheart.
That is a finishing school.

No, it's a Finnish school.
In Finland.

Can I go?
Oh.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Sam...

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