04x20 - Model Daughter

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[CALCULATOR BEEPS]

Hey, Mon,
I'm doing my taxes.

You're just in time
for the exciting cl*max.

Oh.

Here goes, Mona.

[CALCULATOR BEEPS]

That was good.

I'll say.

Hey, Mon, I'm getting
a refund of $8600!

What a great country!

Oh, wait a minute.

No, make that $860.

Well, it's still
a good country, huh?

Let's see...

Hi. Anything
I can help with
around the house?

What did you buy?

Just some new boots.

They're from
an Italian cow.

How much?

Less than you think.

How much?
They were on sale.

How much?
$90.

How much?

Where did
you get them?

Who cares where?

How did you buy them?

I used the credit
card you gave me.

Sam, that credit card
was for emergencies only.

It was the last pair
they had!

There was tugging
and pulling and biting.

You did
the only thing
you could, dear.

I'd love
to buy you boots,

but it's not
in the budget.

You can take it
out of my allowance.

That's what
you always say.

You said that about that
sting concert ticket,

the headphones,
and the ski trip.

I'm in so deep,
what's one more?

I live within a budget.

You live
within a budget.

Everybody does,
except the government.

And me.

And what kind of
role model are you?

One any shallow,
materialistic person

would be glad
to look up to.

It's different from
when you were young.

The costs of a teenager
have risen since
the '50s.

The '60s, Samantha.

Whatever-- When people
liked Wayne Newton.

Now look, Sam,

someday you'll
be on your own,

making your own money.

Then you can spend it
however you want.

Until then, you've got
to live within your means.

Your means are my means.

You know what
that means?

No boots?

No boots.

Okay, I'll take them back.

I'm going to make some
other size 6 very happy.

You're going to buy them
for her, aren't you?

I am not one of those
indulgent fathers!

I'm going to raise
her allowance.

Hey, after all,

I am getting


Oh, no. Oh, no.

Make that $8.60.

Hello, I'm calling
about the usher job.

How much does it pay?

Oh.

Well, what exactly
does an usher do?

I have to stop kids
from theater-hopping.

Even my friends?

Hello?

Hey, Mom, what
are you doing?

Casting models
for an ad.

I'd give her a 7.

Whoa! Make that a 10!

What's her name?

Tawni, with an "I."

I'm in love.

Jonathan, don't you have
a lizard to feed?

I'm tired of
cold-blooded creatures.

Ooh, that one's
a real dog!

Jonathan!

That is a sexist
and demeaning way

to talk about women.

Ooh, woof woof.

What's the account?

Summit Sporting Goods.

We're doing
some print ads.

How much do
these girls make?

About 125 an hour.

Dollars?

Yes.

That's 1 1/2 pairs
of boots an hour.

Could I be a model?

Sure, she could, if
she wore a ski mask.

Why don't I leave?

What do you think?

Is this something
I could do?

Now that you mention it,

your father and I
discussed this before.

You did?

Yes, and we decided
modeling wasn't a great idea.

We?

Well, more he than me.

What do you think?

Well...

personally, I don't
see any harm in it,

but he doesn't
want you involved

in that high-pressure,
fast-paced world.

He thinks modeling means
money, men, and wild parties.

Yes, and there are
disadvantages too.

In fact, Mother,
there are.

Models can be
over the hill at 19.

Who's talking
about a career?

Just a one-time thing.

I think it's
a wonderful idea.

Angela, listen
to your mother.

It would be great
to work together,

but you know
your father.

Yes, and I know you.

You're a high-powered
ad exec.

You sell things
for a living.

Sell him.

Sell him!

♪ This old town ♪

♪ Everybody's trying
To put me down ♪

♪ I'm a face... ♪

What?

Angela has something
to sell you--

I mean, tell you.

Hit it, Angela.

I don't think it
would be so terrible

if Sam
did some modeling.

What?

I explained
your feelings.

She understands
your concerns.

Perfectly.

There's nothing
to worry about.

She'll be modeling
sports equipment.

She'll be covered,
parkas up to here.

What more
do you want?

I could make
my own money.

Please! Please!

Come on, Tony.

Last time--

Whoa!

I'll have
to think about it.

He'll think about it.

That means
you got it.

It means...

I'll think about it.

Of course.

It's okay. We're
not rushing you.

You got it!
You got it!

[♪♪]

Hey, Angela...

Angela, look, I know we talked
about this before, but--

And I don't want to seem
overprotective,

but now that I'm here,
I'm not so sure

about Sam doing this.

Angela, are you
listening to me?

Oh, of course.

I need more snow
over there.

Angela--
Tony.

Look around.
It's wholesome,

filled with perfectly
wholesome young people.

Yeah.

Some more perfect
than others.

Yeah, well...

You know,
she looks familiar.

Oh, I know.

Jonathan put her picture
next to his bed.

No, my picture
is next to his bed.

Not anymore.

Are you sure?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
I dusted her.

Hey, Angela, you want
to take a look at this?

It's hell being
indispensible.

Angela, I'm not done yet.

What do you think?

Wow, Samantha!

Look at you.

Sam, I-- I think
that's a little
too much lip gloss.

Hang on a second.

Here. Okay, here.
Come on.

Blot, like this.

Oh, that's much better,
much better.

Hey! Ha!

Did I thank you?

Oh, about 360 times,

but don't let that
stop you.

Thank you.
All right.

Oh, you look fabulous.

You ready to face
the cameras?

Don't pressure her.
Don't pressure her.

If you're having
second thoughts,

walk out
that door, okay?

I'm okay.

I can do this.

See? A little nervous
gets the adrenalin pumping.

It's pumping.

Good.

Let's get moving.

We'll start with
the group shots.

Tony...excuse me.

I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.

Okay, kids.

Have fun up there.

Big smiles, big smiles.

Good. Good.

Good. Good.
[CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK]

Sam, not such
a big smile.

Lay off.
She's just a kid.

That's it. That's it.

Good. Good.

Better.

Let's see
a little action.

Do an overhead smash.

Great. Great.

Okay, let's see
the golf swing.

Terrific!

Schuss, Sam.
Schuss.

I love it!

Steve, move a little
closer to Sam.

Closer. Closer.

Closer...

That's
close enough!

How do you expect
her to schuss?

All right,
where were we?

Sharon, let's see
your backhand.

Nice. Very nice.

Steve, put your arm
around Sam.

Angela,
can we talk?

What is it?

Don't you see
what's happening?

Yes. We're
trying to work.

A skier and
a golfer touching--

It's all wrong.

They're not
contact sports.

Steve, if you--

Tony...sit.

What?
Sit.

Sit?
Or wait outside.

I'm sitting.

Okay, let's get
back to work.

Sharon, a little more
action, more life--

A little more...

more like Samantha.

Good.

Yeah, I like it.

Hey, buddy,
we're cleaning up.

Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry.

Mark, how did I do?

I really want to know.

You were...terrific.

I knew it.

It felt so right.

I'd love
doing it again.

No problem.

I'll give you a call.

Great.

So, what was
that all about?

Mark thinks
I'm good.

Good?
You're a natural.

She could get
a lot of work...

if you stay home.

I'm obviously a creative
threat to that guy.

Payday!

This is so much fun,

I can't believe
I get paid too.

Whoa!

Dad, look.
Look, I'm rich.

Come on, Sam.

You're not rich.

But you are
incredibly comfortable.

I think I've found
my after-school job.

Now hold on, Sam.

I thought we agreed
this was a onetime thing.

How about
a few more?

It will turn into
an all-the-time thing.

You'll miss school,

you'll wear gook
on your face,

you'll date
bicoastal rock stars.

Give me
some credit.

All right, Sam.

Look, to tell you
the truth--

For me, I don't
like the business.

The fast buck,
the fast life,

you know.

It's a glamour
trap, Sam.

But if you think
you know better,

and you're willing
to do this

regardless
of my advice,

I won't stop you.

Thank you.

I forgot to give
Mark my phone number.

Hey, Mark, wait up!

Wasn't this a nice day?

Everything went so well,
and Sam's so happy.

Yeah, and it's
all your fault!

See the paperboy yet?

JONATHAN:
No!

Paper here yet?
No.

Then why did I get up
so early?

Because, Mother,
you have a job.

No, that couldn't be it.

I can't wait
to see my ad.

JONATHAN:
The paper's coming!

[PAPER THUDS]
Ow!

The paper's here.

Let me see it!

Wait! I want...

Look! Look!
Here it is!

I don't see you.

I'm right there.
I'm schussing.

I told you you
looked beautiful.

Yeah, you're
a knockout.

Forget you.
Look at Tawni.

Now there's
a man's woman.

Hey, hey, hey!
What's all
the commotion?

Dad, look. Look!

I'm famous!

Oh, Sam, wow, you make
a beautiful snow bunny.

Doesn't she?

We'd better get
ready for work.

I'm going back to bed.

You're fired.

I don't care.

Gee, Sam...

let's cut that out
and save it

so you can show
your grandkids
you modeled once.

I'll model again.

You heard Mark.

I'll get
lots of jobs.

Look, it's been
a whole week,

and your photographer
has yet to call.

Hey, look,
this business,

it's fraught with
disappointment and heartache.

Dad, he'll call.

Well, maybe he will,
but until he does,

I was thinking,

it costs more today
to be a teenager

than back
in the '60s.

And I was thinking
maybe I could swing

a little...raise
in your allowance.

What do you say?

Wow! A raise
in my allowance?

Five bucks a week,
retroactive for a month.

Oh, Dad,
that's so sweet.

Thank you.

I still don't understand
why Mark hasn't called.

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh what?

Mark called last night.

He wants you at the studio


All right! I knew it!

You are dead meat!

I've got
to go call Mark.

Dad, you can keep this.

Isn't this great?

I won't be
needing it now.

I could use it.

Hello. This is Jonathan Bower
of the Bower Agency.

We'd like to meet
with one of your models--

Tawni, with an "I."

Talking to one of
your little friends?

Uh-huh.
Good.

Invite him over
so you two
can play together.

Hello?

I brought some daffodils
to cheer you up.

I don't need it.

I'm fine.

Ow!

Did you ever think
maybe you're blue

because Sam's
at a modeling job?

Angela, it's not
the modeling.

It's just that
a kid Sam's age

can't handle
all that money.

She won't
get carried away.

Her feet are firmly
planted on the ground.

Major shopping spree!

What do you mean,
shopping?

I thought
you had to work.

I did. It was great.

Then we hit the old
retail trail.

What a feeling to walk
through Bloomingdale's

and be able to buy
anything you want.

It's happening.

See what I got--

Little somethings
for the people I love.

Angela, for you,
your favorite perfume.

Obsession!

We wanted to get
Passion, but, uh...

who are we
kidding, hmm?

Uh...Sam,
I got to go.

Thanks for
the bath beads.

I will share them with
somebody I love.

And, Dad, for you,

remember that
sweater you liked

you said
you'd buy someday

if it was
ever on sale?

It was on sale?

Who needs a sale?

Now, so you don't think
I'm totally generous,

I bought a little something
for the working girl.

Get a load of these.

Oh, wow.

Gee.

$300?

That's more than
I paid for my van,

and they threw in a
dashboard hula girl!

This is
the finest leather
money can buy.

Maybe your money
shouldn't be buying
things like that.

I think
all this stuff's
got to go back.

Why?

Because I said so.

You said when I make
my own money,

I could spend it
the way I want.

This is
the way I want.

TONY:
Okay, working girl.

How long you think
this money's gonna last?

There's plenty more
where this came from.

I got an interview
with this agent,
Fran Fiedler.

Fran Fiedler.

Sounds like some sleazy


a person who lives off
the sweat of others,

a human leech.

Actually, Tony,
she's a lovely person.

And obviously
a master of deception.

And very
reputable.

She handles six
of the top 10
cover girls.

Oh, only six?

See, Dad?
You have nothing
to worry about.

Ciao.

"Ciao"?

She's getting
a little carried away.

A little carried away?

Three Christmases,
and I still couldn't
afford those boots.

That's it.
What's it?

What's really
bothering you.

Angela, you're not going
to analyze this, are you?

You can't deny
your feelings.

You are.

Look, I'm
going to darn.

When you get
my life figured out,
let me know.

Tony, don't you see?

What's really
bothering you

is that
with all this money
comes independence,

and you're afraid
Sam won't need you
anymore.

I can handle my daughter's
financial independence.

I just didn't think
it would happen at 15.

Okay.

[SIGHS]

Now what do I do?

Just what
you've been doing.

Freaking out?

No.

You've done
a wonderful job

raising
that little girl.

So you
just trust that.

She may shake you up
once in a while,

but she'll do
the right thing.

You hang in there,
and keep
your equilibrium.

Thank you, Angela.

Can I get that
over the counter?

Ow!

Mona!

Don't you see
I'm eavesdropping?

Oh. Something juicy,
or is it Angela?

It's Sam.

She's talking to
that Fran Fiedler
she went to see.

Are they
representing her?

I don't know.
That's why
I'm eavesdropping.

Move over.

Can't hear anything.

I didn't say
it worked.

I think
she hung up.

Hi.

Oh, hi, honey.
What's new?

I was talking
with Fran Fiedler.

Oh, Fran.
Lovely woman, that Fran.

What did she
have to say?

She said I had
lots of good qualities.

MONA:
I could have told you that.

There was nothing
worth eavesdropping--

So, uh...

why don't you
tell me about
the good qualities?

She said
I had striking features,

good bone structure,
and well-placed eyes.

Well, where else
would you put them?

She said I had
the kind of charisma

that they look for.

Well, that's wonderful,
sweetheart.

She also said

that I had
limited potential,

I'm not tall enough,
and...

I'm not special enough.

And maybe she's right.

What? No way.

Are you kidding me?
You're plenty
special enough.

You're plenty
tall enough.

You've got
potential coming
out of your ears.

Actually, Dad,
that's another problem.

She said I could
never do earring work.

My lobes are uneven.

That does it!

Fran Fiedler
wouldn't know
a good lobe

if it hit her
in the...

Dad,
Fran is a professional.

There are
other professionals.

If this is
something you want,
go for it.

Fran Fiedler
can't knock you out
of the batter's box.

Dad, this isn't baseball.

Everything's baseball.

The only way to win
is to stay in there.

I'm not sure
I want to play anymore.

You...you don't?

Who needs the pressure?

I mean,
I'm only 15.

That's true.

I don't need a career.

That's true.

And I'm not hurting
for money,

especially if
I'm still eligible

for that 5-bucks-a-week bump?

You got it.

You are a rock.

I mean, I go through
all the crazies,

and nothing ever seems
to phase you.

How do you do it?

Equilibrium.

[SIGHS]

Hey, Angela,
tell me honestly.

What do you think
of my lobes?

Uh...

I think they're...

uneven, but rakish.

Rakish, huh?

I got rakish lobes, huh?

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Rake over here.
[LAUGHS]

Jonathan Bower?

Tawni, what are
you doing here?

Oh...

I bet I know.

Jonathan, someone
here to see you.

Tawni!

[♪♪]