10x21 - The Honeymoon Is Over

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The Three Sons, starring Fred McMurray,
and his Uncle Charley, William Demarest.

Take it easy, tr*mp.

That's a truck going by.

Don't panic.

You're supposed to be protecting me.

Hello?

No, uh-uh.

It didn't bother me.

I was just sitting here knitting.

Knitting.

Well, what's so bad about knitting?

Well, Steve and Robbie have been working at
something special at the plant, day and night.

Dodie's asleep, and Chip is spending the whole week
with a friend, and Ernie's upstairs doing his homework.

So I'm sitting here with tr*mp, the coward.

Knitting.

Mother, you make knitting sound like it's
some kind of a crime against womanhood.

It's a sweater for my husband, who, oh, who
just happened to come in, so I'll talk to you later.

Bye-bye.

Oh, hi.

Hi, Lillian.

Hi.

Uh-oh.

Oh, it's that bad.

I think I'll sit down for a minute.

Really, that company has no consideration
for its employees.

Look at you, eyes at half-mass, you're knocked out.

I'm, I'm fine.

Sure?

You're fine.

You look like something tr*mp dragged in and abandoned.

I bet you there's not another man at the
plant who works as hard as you do.

Now, we're, uh, we're all on this project
together, you know.

Yeah, but you're the one who comes home looking like this.

Well, Charley made some rice and chicken
before he went to his lodge meeting.

I'll heat it up.

No, I, uh... You see, you're so tired, you can't
even tell me you don't want any rice and chicken.

I bet you the other husbands got home hours ago.

Really, honey, somebody ought to tell those supervisors
down at that plant that you aren't a machine or something.

Look at you.

I'll be fine, honey, as soon as I get my feet up.

Getting your feet up won't mean a thing.

You need a month's rest.

Do you realize that the babies don't even
know what you look like anymore?

I've got a little meatloaf I've saved for you.

Oh, don't tell me you're not going to eat
it, because you are.

Here, now, this will make you feel like...

Eat this, you watch the 11 O'clock news, and then you go...

Mama really ought to drop you on your head.

I think I'll let you get some sleep first.

Honey, don't lean too heavily.

I don't think I'm built for this.

Oh, never mind.

That's it, one foot up, then the next.

That's right, there you go.

Steve.

Steve, what's this thing back for that you
guys are working on?

It's called an R11, Charlie.

Yeah, what does the R stand for?

Rickshaw?

It's classified, Uncle Charlie.

We can tell you this.

It's not this much, though.

It's top secret.

Well, doesn't top secret and classified
mean the same thing?

He's making a joke, Charlie.

Yeah?

Well, it's 6.15 in the morning.

I ain't ready for a joke.

Is that late?

Oh, wow.

We've got to go.

Yeah.

Charlie, tell Barbara.

Tell Barbara what?

Oh, no need for you to get up this early.

Well, I wanted to say goodbye.

Oh, well, goodbye.

Oh.

I'm riding with Rob, so I'll leave my car
in the garage for you.

The key's in it.

See you later.

Bye.

Well, that's the first time I've seen either
one of them wide awake in three weeks.

Now, don't worry.

They'll be wrecks again by the time they get home.

Well, you're both very quiet tonight.

We're taking telepathy in my science
class, and I'm concentrating on this girl.

And why are you so quiet tonight, sweetheart?

There's this boy in my class I want to
kiss, and he hates me.

You want to kiss somebody?

No.

No, but you just said that you... She means
that she likes him well enough to want to kiss him.

But you wouldn't kiss him if you paid her.

Yeah.

Should I think his name?

Sure.

What is it?

Arnold Mims.

Uh, maybe it would be better if you just
think your name like I'm doing.

Thanks for the dinner.

Yeah, thanks for the dinner, Mama.

Uh, why don't you... Why don't
you both stay here and talk with me?

We can talk about thought transmissions,
and I'd like to hear more about this boy, Dodie.

You want us to help with the dishes?

No, no, I just... Oh, never mind.

Go on.

Think your thoughts.

We'll be upstairs if you need us.

Now, about this Arnold Mims fellow.

Well, here we are again, tr*mp.

At least tomorrow's Saturday.

It'll be nice to have somebody...

I'm talking to a dog.

I'm actually sitting here talking to a dog.

And now I'm talking to myself.

Out loud.

What is it?

Hi.

Oh, hi, honey.

Do you know that I was actually sitting
there having a conversation with tr*mp?

I was afraid somebody might put a net over me.

Do you have anything to eat?

Oh, yeah, I had a hamburger.

Good.

You're going to go right upstairs tonight and go to sleep.

Yeah, I can use it.

With Chip away and Charley playing in his
pinochle tournament, Ernie and Dodie

beaming their thoughts, I can't tell you
I'm glad I ain't bad, too.

Steve, dear.

Uh, I'm right here.

Oh, honey, it's Saturday.

What are you doing?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I guess I didn't tell you.

We're working right through the weekend.

Oh, no.

It's the only way we can meet the deadline.

Honey, there's a limit to what a boss can
do to an employee.

You're forgetting that on this project, I'm the boss.

But it won't be much longer, I promise you.

Well, couldn't we just go out to dinner?

Oh, you're right.

I'm sorry.

I should be making it easier for you, not harder.

Besides, tr*mp is quite a good conversationalist.

Oh, wait a minute, Steve.

If we do that, we're going to have a duplication of prints.

That's what Anderson wants.

Lunch.

Let's see.

Hamburger without.

Thank you.

Dad, this is your hamburger here.

Coffee with cream.

Coffee black.

Rob, did you get those stress prints that your dad wants?

They're right here.

The, uh... The lab stuff won't be back till Monday,
but I think I figured the tolerances pretty closely.

Hey, why don't you go get a hamburger?

Hold it, fellas.

I think we can at least take five minutes to eat, huh?

Oh, good.

I thought you were never going to suggest it.

You.

Know, my wife says you're some sort of a sl*ve driver.

Me?

Oh, not you by name, but you as the nebulous Dave that's
making a second Joan of Arc out of her poor old husband.

You know, I didn't have the heart to tell Katie
that you were the supervisor on this project, Dad.

She's always liked you.

I guess it has been kind of hard on the wives.

These are the test samplings you want, Mr. Douglas.

Oh, thanks, Jess.

Did you get something to eat?

Well, Mr. Jason's secretary and some of the
others are going down to a diner in a few minutes.

Good.

Mr. Douglas, could you...

I know it sounds silly, but could you tell my boyfriend that
I'm really going to be working here through the weekend?

He has a suspicious streak.

Okay, Dennis, any time.

He's on the line now.

Oh, okay.

Pierce?

Here's Mr. Douglas.

He wants to talk to you.

His name is Pierce Gilderson, Mr. Douglas.

Mr. Gilderson?

Oh, fine, Pierce.

Now, look, I'm sorry, Janice.

I had to put in all this overtime,
but the entire section here has been...

Oh, I see.

Well, we should finish by Monday if we
work right on through.

Okay, Mr. Gild...

Pierce.

You're welcome.

Hey?

Thanks, Mr. Douglas.

I wouldn't have asked you, but I was right
on the verge of losing.

Is it true we'll be back to normal by Monday?

Well, we better be.

That's the deadline.

Would you like to give my wife a call, Steve?

Rob?

You know what would be nice?

Why don't you call Katie and have her call Barbara?

Tonight?

Just the four of us?

Oh, Katie, that's wonderful.

Isn't that thoughtful of them?

Okay, right.

You come by at 7.30.

Right.

Bye.

What was that?

Steve, Robbie, Katie, and I are having
dinner tonight at Mama's Lasagna Palace.

Is that all?

You make it sound like you're Cinderella
going to the Royal Ball to meet the prince.

I am, Charley, I am.

Gee, you look pretty, Mama.

Hey, man, yeah.

Charley?

You'll do.

Well, coming from a man who sailed the
seven seas, I'll accept that.

Come in.

Hi, everybody.

Oh, it's beautiful.

Oh, it may be a little grand for Mama's lasagne palace,
but who knows, maybe they'll take us dancing afterwards.

How do I look?

Real neat, Katie.

Nifty.

Real nifty.

Thank you.

Will she do, Charley?

Oh, she'll do.

And you two better go if you're going to
get there ahead of the guys.

And keep the doors on your car locked.

I don't like the idea of two good-looking
dames driving around alone at night.

That is the nicest thing you have ever said to me.

Good night.

Good night.

See you later.

Good night, Mama and Katie.

Have a nice time.

Have a good time.

What's the rush?

I want to get ready to iron hook mims and get
dressed up and look pretty like Mama and Katie.

They start yelling.

I want to get ready to iron hook mims and get
dressed up and look pretty like Mama and Katie.

Thank you.

What time is it now?

Not much later than it was a minute ago.

You have a little while while you wait.

I don't think so, Mama.

Did Mr. Douglas say how late he'd be when he called?

I wonder if anything's happened to them.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

I tell you what.

I tell you a fortune.

You see, nothing can go wrong.

You can't.

Fine.

The black spade.

This is for turning over new life.

And here they are now.

Right this way.

You know, the cards, they just prove that
you were safe and sound.

Hi, honey.

Honey.

Oh, hi there.

Hi.

Hi, Katie.

Hi.

Oh.

Oh.

Well, I'm...

I'm sorry I was so late.

It's nice to be able to relax.

I think it's just awful the way they're working you.

Well, we decided to wait until you got
here before we ordered.

Oh, good.

Good.

Rob?

Don't go to sleep before you have dinner.

I'm just resting my eyes on you.

Well, how are Ernie and Chip and Dodie and...

What's his name?

Dodie and Ernie are fine.

Chip hasn't been home for a week.

And what's his name?

Is it a peanut bowl tournament?

Hmm, peanut bowl.

That's a good game.

Yes, it is.

Rob, the fettuccine and the lasagne, they're
both very strong with my customers tonight.

Honey, how does that sound?

Honey?

Hmm?

How does that sound?

Oh, how does what sound?

The fettuccine.

That's Italian, isn't it?

I think so.

How does that sound to you, honey?

What?

How does that sound to you?

How does what sound, honey?

Fettuccine.

That's a nice thought.

Fettuccine for everybody?

I'm afraid not, Mama.

We're going to have to take them home.

Come on, sweetheart.

Let's go.

Come on.

Where are you going?

We're going.

Oh, well, we'd better get a check.

It's on the house.

Oh, well, that's very sweet.

Come on.

Oh, good night.

Such fine marriages you both have.

You know, most wives in your situation would be very angry.

You both look so pretty.

Well, they can't see how pretty we look if they're asleep.

Come on, honey.

Let's go home.

What?

I didn't get my fettuccine.

You can have it in the car.

Oh, that's good.

And I am pleased to say the R11 project will be
finished today instead of on Monday as originally planned.

Signed.

Yes, sir.

Are we actually almost through, Mr. Douglas?

Just about, Janice.

But you'd better send out and get some food.

Do we still have a few odds and ends to clean up?

Yes.

Thank you.

Congratulations, Mr. Douglas.

This was really a tough one.

You ought to have a party to celebrate.

Yeah, with all the fireworks, huh?

Thanks for all your help, Janice.

You're welcome.

And don't forget the food.

June, your boss and my boss are just about through.

Me too.

Only I just had an idea.

Why don't we give them a sort of victory
party right here at the office?

Good.

Well, they deserve it after what they've been through.

What did Robbie say when you called?

Well, they were in sight of the finish,
but would probably eat at the plant.

You know what that means, don't you?

They send out for hamburgers, and they...

Hey.

What?

Are you free later on this evening?

I've never been freer.

The babies are with my aunt in Glendale.

Well, then why don't we fix the boys some
good food and take it over to the plant ourselves?

That's a great idea.

Uh, yes, ma'am.

Uh, I'm Mrs. Stephen Douglas, and,
uh, this is Mrs. Robert Douglas.

Uh, yes, ma'am.

We're bringing them some food.

Our husband fed it.

Uh, I don't mean this as bribery,
but, you know, you look a little hungry.

Yeah, potato salad and chicken.

I have two ladies here for Mr. Douglas, uh, carrying
two containers and... and, uh, a large basket of food.

What am I supposed to do?

He says there's not much security involved anymore,
and I'm, uh, supposed to check the food and let you in.

I've checked the food.

You can go.

Oh.

Thank you.

Here, I'll see if there's some more glasses out here.

They're hot.

There are a lot of ways I could handle this, Steve.

I could cry.

I could become furious.

I could get hysterical.

About what?

But I'm not going to do any of those things, Steve.

I merely want to point out that this is
the potato salad and the fried chicken.

Hey, Dad, did you bring the glass?

Hey, hi.

Rob, they, uh, seem to have some kind of wrong impression.

Shall we go, Barbara?

It's just red beer.

Well, it's the principle of the thing, Rob Douglas.

We'll talk about it later, Steve.

No, wait a minute.

Dad, let them go.

They shouldn't have thought that we were
doing something underhanded.

They had no right to just assume we were a
couple of rats, right?

Oh, yeah.

Well, what better way to make them realize
it than to let them boil for a while?

And then we'll tell them that this was a victory party
given to us by our fellow workers for a job well done.

I'm sorry, Rob, but I don't go along with that.

Well, try it my way, Dad.

For one thing, I've been married longer than you have.

But I've lived longer than you have.

I mean, you just don't let a woman you
love boil for a while, if you put it.

Do something to straighten it out.

Now, come on, get your coat.

I just don't believe it.

We sit at home night after night,
and they're at the office having a party.

But, Katie, they can't be having a party every night.

Why are you sticking up for them?

You saw it with your own eyes.

Well, I know, but I just think maybe we
should have given them a chance to explain.

Root beer.

Oh.

It was root beer, wasn't it?

Well, sure.

That's the way it starts.

First root beer, and then beer without the
root, and then champagne.

Katie, we made a mistake.

I'm sorry, Barbara, I don't think so.

I saw what I saw.

No, I know Steve and you know Robbie,
and they wouldn't do anything out of line.

There were giggling girls in Dad's office, and I saw them.

Nothing Rob tells me will change what I saw.

Nothing.

I don't care what his excuse is.

All right.

Before anybody says one word, you better hear this.

We finished early, and Dad's secretary
organized a victory party at the last minute.

That's what you saw, period, end of explanation.

That's right, period, end of explanation.

Now, Rob, we sort of figured that out on the way home.

Oh, you did?

I'm sorry, darling.

Hey, what's going on here?

A dance marathon?

No, Charlie.

Charlie, I feel like I've been in one, though.

Hey, guess who won the pinochle contest?

Good for you, Charlie.

Hiya.

Oh, hiya, Ernie.

I'll be happy to know that Rob and I
finally finished the project.

Why don't we organize a victory dinner?

Hello?

Who?

Yes, he's here.

Hey, Steve, it's for you, your secretary.

Oh, Charlie, tell her I'll...

Okay.

Dodie and I decided to quit beaming
thoughts to other people.

Oh, fine, fine.

Hello, Janice.

Say, I'm sorry Rob and I had to run off, but...

Hey, are you crying?

Well, how do you get in there in the first place?

Yeah, all right, put him out, I'll talk to him.

Pierce.

This is Stephen Douglas.

You know something?

You sound just like a jealous woman.

Now, listen to me.

The girls were just giving us a little
victory party because we finished the project.

If you go around and check the glasses,
you'll find out we were all drinking root beer.

That's right, root beer.

You know that song about a good man being hard to find?

Well, I think we found two of them.

Okay, you ready?

Yeah, I'll get it.

Okay.

What do you think?

I think they're cute.

Well, with Chip away, we have plenty of room.

You're never going to get him home.

You're right.

We'll stay the night.

Honey, hey.

All right.

Come on, up, up.

Hey, we're going to stay here.

Oh.

Look, look, look.

Here we go.

Yeah, right.