04x15 - Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star

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Theo...

Shhh!

What Are You Doing?

I'm Trying
To Move The Glass

With The Energy
From My Mind.

(Laughing)

Vanessa, You Broke
My Concentration.

I'm Sorry.

I Couldn't Help It.

You Look Like A Mad Scientist.

Do You Realize You Can
Move Objects With Your Mind?

In This Book,
There's A Guy From Iceland

Who Breaks Telephone Poles
With His Thoughts.

Doesn't The Phone Company
Get Mad At Him?

You Laugh Because
You're Ignorant.

I Laugh Because
You're Ridiculous.

You Won't Laugh For Long.

You See This?

"Your Psychic Potential"?

That's Right.

It Says People Only Use
Percent Of Their Brain Power.

If We Could Tap
That Other Percent

We'd Have Mental Power
Beyond Belief.

This Himalayan Guy

Moves Boulders
By Looking At Them.

I'm Starting Small
By Moving The Glass.

With Your Mind,
I'd Start With A Feather.

Go Ahead, Make Your Jokes.

I Don't Care.

If This Works
It Will Change Everything.

I'll Never Have To Study.

I'll Know The Answer
To Every Question

Before The Question
Is Even Asked.

Ahh, The Truth Comes Out.

You're Using This
To Get Out Of Doing Homework.

This Guy From The Yukon

Predicted Every Winner
Of Every Miss America Pageant

For The Past Years.

How Come All These Guys

Who Do Incredible Things
With Their Minds

Live In Far-Off Places

Like The Himalayas
Or The Yukon?

Why Don't They Come Here
And Make Money?

They Could Predict
Lottery Numbers And Get Rich.

Or That Guy With The Boulders

Could Have
His Own Moving Company--

A One-Man
Operation.

Has Anyone Seen Your Father?

He's In There.

Thanks.

Don't Open That Door.

Theo Will Do It With His Mind.

Cliff, Did You Get A Letter
From Rudy's Teacher?

No. Why?

Mrs. Abbott Wants To See Us
About That Note

Thursday At : P.M.

Are You Free?

Thursday?

Yeah, Yeah.

Why Didn't Rudy
Give Us This Note?

Rudy!

Rudy:
Yes?

Would You Come Out Here
For A Second, Please?

What's Up?

Did Mrs. Abbott Send Us A Note?

Uh-Huh.

Why Didn't We Get It?

I Thought You Were
Too Busy To Read It.

Too Busy To Read
Your Teacher's Letter?

Yes.

What Did You Do?

What Did I Do With The Letter?

Where Is It?

Up There

In The Big Green Book.

It's Up Here?

What Were
You Doing

With The Big Green Book?

I Was Reading It.

You Were Reading It?

"Connelly's Guide
To The Esophagus"?

How Was It?

Good.

Rudy, This
Isn't Even Opened.

Why Were You Hiding It?

Because I Know
It Says Something Bad.

How Do You Know?

Because Mrs. Abbott
Hates Me.

Why Do You Say That?

I Was Sitting
In The First Seat

In The Front Row.

She Made Me Move To The Back.

Why Is That?

I Told You--

She Hates Me.

You Want To Know What Else?

What?

She Stuck My Best Picture
At The Bottom Of The Board.

She Did?

Yes.
You Know What Else?

What?

I Wanted To Play Cymbals
In Music Class.

She Took Them
And Gave Them To Kim.

You Know Why?

She Hates You.

Right.

On Parents Night, Mrs. Abbott
Said Good Things About You.

She Has To Say That.

She's Not Allowed To Say,
"I Hate Your Kid."

Rudy, You Should Go
To Your Room For A While.

What For?

You Didn't Give Us This Letter
From Your Teacher.

Go Think About It.

Yes, Mom.

But Mom, You
Don't Understand...

Upstairs.

What Are You Doing?

We Had Four Other Children
Before Rudy.

I Want To Check My Books

And See How Many
Appointments We Missed.

I Can't Grade This With You
Looking Over My Shoulder.

Okay.

Keep In Mind Chemistry
Isn't My Best Subject.

This Is Unbelievable!

What?

You Took Two Tests.

On One, You Didn't
Look At The Questions

And Guessed The Answers.

You Got A .

Pretty Good, Huh?

On The Other,
You Looked At The Questions.

You Got A .

You See That?

I Did It Twice As Well

Without Even
Looking At The Test.

All Right!

Psychicman!

Is A Failing Grade.

This Is Only The First Time
I've Used My Psychic Powers.

With Some Practice

I Can Get Up To A "C"
Without Opening A Book.

I'll Never Have To Go To Class!

(Ring)

Clair:
Somebody Please Get That.

I'll Get It.

No. I'll Try
To Guess Who It Is.

Theo, Get Serious.

I Can Do It.

(Ring)

Clair:
Vanessa, I Thought
You Were Getting That.

I Am, Mom.

I Have To Answer.

Ssh.

Wait.

The Caller Is For You.

Who Is It?

Don't Rush Me.

I See An Image.

Looks Kind Of Fuzzy.

Clair:
Vanessa, Please!

I Can't Wait!

The Call Is For You.

Uhh...

Who Is It?

It's Janet!

No, It's Morgan!

Yeah, It's Morgan.

They Hung Up.

What If That Was
A Pregnant Woman?

I Didn't See One.

Clair:
Vanessa, It's For You.

It's Morgan.

Unbelievable!

I Was Right.

Morgan!

Guess What
Just Happened.

My Brother Knew
It Was You Calling

Before Anyone
Answered!

I Did It.

My Brother Is Psychic!

I Can't Believe It!

Until Now, He Was
An Ordinary Nobody.

I'll Call You
Back, Okay?

Bye.

Theo, I Need A Favor.

There's This Guy I Like
Named Billy Mitchell

But I Don't Know
If He Likes Me.

Does He?

That's A Tough One.

Here's A Technique
I Read In The Book.

Come And Sit Down.

Visualize This Guy Billy
In Your Mind.

Sit Down, Relax, Don't Talk.

Put A Picture Of Him
In Your Mind.

Okay, I See Something.

Uhh, A Couple...

Standing In The Rain...

Holding Hands.

Billy And Me?

Yes.

Ooh!

And You're Standing
Under A Street Light.

He's Holding His Raincoat
Over Your Head.

Oh, This Is Great!

And Then...

By Accident...

His Hand...

Touches Your Cheek.

Oh,This Is So Romantic!

Tell Me More, Tell Me More,
Tell Me More.

Vanessa?

Yes?

I Lost It.

Theo, You...

Oh, No, You Can't Lose It.

I'm Sorry.

Whew!

I'm Drained.

Maybe If You Ate
You Could Get It Back.

Do You Want A Sandwich?

Okay,
Ham And Cheese.

But I'm Not Guaranteeing
Anything, Vanessa.

Mom, Dad, Theo Is Psychic.

Good, We're
Proud Of Him.

Mom, Dad, Where Are You Going?

We're Going
To See Your Teacher.

It's Nice Out.

Let's Go Skating.

We'll Go Skating
Another Day.

But I Don't Feel Good.

You Have To Stay Home
And Take Care Of Me.

Your Head Feels Fine.

My Feet Are Hot.

Rudy, We're Going.

Before You Go,
I Have Something To Say.

What?

I Love You.

We Love You, Too.

One More Thing...

What's That?

When You Get Back Home

I'll Cook You
A Big Juicy Steak.

Hmmm.

Thank You.

One More Thing.

No, No.
No More "Things."

Good-Bye, Dear.

Mom, Dad?

Bye.

One More Thing.

What?

So Mrs. Abbott Isn't Here.

She Probably Had Some
School Business To Attend To.

Oh, Look At These Drawings.

My Goodness.

Look At Rudy's.

My Child.

That's Better Than
The Ones Up There.

My Kid's Painting
On The Bottom Here.

What Are You Doing?

Putting My Kid's Drawing
Up Where It Should Be.

Do You Think You Should Do That?

That's My Child, And
It Should Be On The Top.

Sit Down And Behave
In This Classroom.

I Will.

Hi, Cliff, Clair.

How Are You?

Great To See You.

Nice To See You.

I'm Sorry I'm Late.

There Was A Surprise
Teacher's Meeting.

That's All Right.

We Just Got Here, Too.

What Is Going On With Miss Rudy?

First Let Me Say That
Rudy Is A Delight.

She Is Perceptive, Energetic,
And What An Imagination.

Fine, That's The End
Of The Meeting.

We'll See You Later.

Hold It.

Rudy And I Are Having
A Problem In One Area.

It's Her Behavior In Music.

What's The Matter?

Every Year About Now

I Teach The Children
To Play Musical Instruments.

I Let Them Choose
Their Instruments.

Rudy Was Absent When The Kids
Chose The Instruments.

The Only Thing Left
Was The Violin.

She Was Not
Thrilled About That.

She Wanted The Cymbals
Her Friend Kim Had Chosen.

She Did Mention That
You Took Her Cymbals Away.

When Music Class Starts,
She Grabs The Cymbals From Kim.

I Told Rudy That She Won't
Play The Violin Forever.

We Switch Instruments
Every Two Weeks.

Then What Did She Say?

She Looked At Me And Said:

"I Don't Want
To Play The Violin.

I Want To Play The Cymbals."

Well, The Violin Is Tough.

I'm Not Asking Her
To Smoke On The Thing.

I Just Want The Band To Learn
"Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."

There's One Other Thing
I'd Like To Tell You.

Just Because Rudy's Drawing
Was At The Bottom...

That Doesn't Mean
I Didn't Like It.

I Hang Them According
To Alphabetical Order.

That's The First Thing
I Told Her.

She Came In Here
And Moved The Thing.

And I Said

"Please Don't Touch
People's Things Around Here."

She Put It
At The Top.

Please Excuse Her
Because She's Like That.

♪ Do Di Do Di Di ♪

♪ Bong Dig-A-Ling-Ling ♪

Are You Going To
Make Me Play That?

I'm Not Going To
Make You Play This

Because Mrs. Abbott
Gave This To Me.

But You Can't Play The Violin.

You Don't Know
If I Can Play The Violin.

Besides, This Is Not A Violin.

This Is A Fiddle.

A Fiddle?

A Fiddle.

You Play The Hoe-Down
With The Fiddle.

I Can Play The Hoe-Down

Give You The Low-Down
And Mow-Down Downtown.

Huh?

♪ Hey, What Do You Want To Do
When You Get In To Heaven? ♪

Dad, Stop!

You Don't Know
What You're Doing.

I Know What I'm Doing.

Take Your Hands Off Me.

I Know What
I'm Doing.

I'm Playing A Hoe-Down.

♪ Hey, Why Did You Want
To Get Into Heaven? ♪

Dad, You Got To Keep...

Your Fingers Aren't Right.

What Do You Mean
My Fingers Aren't Right?

I'm Playing
The Fiddle.

♪ Hey... ♪

Dad, Let Me Show You
How To Do It.

Now You Want To Show Me.

Why Didn't You Say That
To Mrs. Abbott

When You Should Have
Brought This Home?

I Wanted To Play
The Cymbals.

You Can't Play The Cymbals.

Kim Had The Cymbals First.

This Is The Violin.

You're Supposed
To Play This Now.

You Can't Show Me How.

But I'm Going To
Show You The Right Way.

Ohhhh.

Huugh.

What Is The Right Way?

First Of All, This Is
The Proper Way To Hold It.

Yes.

What Will You Play?

"Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."

Let Me Sing It
With You.

Go Ahead.

♪ Twinnnn... ♪

Wait A Minute.

No, Listen, Listen.

♪ Twinnn... Twinkle ♪

Come On, Come On.

Here We Go.

Wait A Minute.

Father And Daughter--

♪ Twinkle, Twinkle,
Little Star ♪

First Of All

I Think You're
k*lling The Star.

Your Poor Little Star
Has No Twinkle.

Come On, Here We Go.

One, Two, Three.

♪ Twinkle, Twinkle, Little... ♪

Wow!

Kenny, King Of The Blues.

How Are You Doing?

I'm Glad
You Invited Me.

We Had To Invite You, Man.

We Need That Song Flute.

I Do Drive The Beat.

Yes, You Do.

Come On And Sit Down.

Where's Rudy?

She's Upstairs
Putting Rosin On Her Bow.

You're The First One Here.

Who's Coming?

Kim.

Hold It, Who Invited Her?

Mrs. Huxtable And I Thought

Rudy Might Enjoy Rehearsing
With A Few Friends.

Big Mistake.

Why?

You Shouldn't Put Those Women
In The Same Room.

I Know There Has Been A
Little Friction Between The Two

But That's All Cleared Up Now.

You Don't Know Women.

I Don't?

My Brother Says Two Angry Women

Are Like A Roller Coaster
And A Big Meal.

You Don't Want To Mix Them.

Well, I'm Sure We'll Have
A Nice Rehearsal Here

And The Women Will Get Together.

Everything Will Be Fine.

Rudy's Been Playing That Violin,
And I Think She Likes It.

It Doesn't Matter.

When Rudy Sees Those Cymbals

She Won't Be Able
To Control Herself.

Rudy's Got It Bad For Cymbals.

(Doorbell)

Hi, Kim.

Hi, Dr. Huxtable.

My Parents Wanted Me
To Thank You.

Thank Me For What, Dear?

For Having Me Practice
My Cymbals Here.

Go Ahead On Over,
Sit Down.

Hi, Kenny.

Leave Me Out Of This.

Rudy, Your Friends Are Here.

Hi, Kim.

Hi, Kenny.

Hi, Rudy.

Hi, Rudy.

Hi, I Like Your Dress, Kim.

I Like Your Dress, Too.

You Don't Know Women.

Before We Do
Our Little Rehearsing Here

Anyone Want To
Wet Their Whistle

With A Little Orange Juice?

I Would.

I'd Like Some, Too.

I'll Help You Get It.

Thank You.

Rudy, Aren't You Going
To Try To Get My Cymbals?

No, I Don't Want Them Anymore.

You Don't?

I Like My Violin Now.

I'm Glad.

I Like The Cymbals.

I'm Glad, Too.

I Have To Go To The Bathroom.

Right Around The Corner,
Down The Hall.

(Cymbals Crashing)

Boy, That Kim Can Really
Play Those Cymbals, Can't She?

(Cymbals Crashing)

You Were Really Playing
Those Things, Weren't You?

Yeah.

And I'm Good.

What Was It We Talked About
Yesterday Up In Your Room?

Show-Downs And Hoe-Downs.

And What Else Did We Talk About?

Mrs. Abbott Wants Me
To Play The Violin.

Until When?

Until It's My Turn
To Play Something Else.

And If You Never Get
To Play The Cymbals?

It Will Be Her Loss.

Rudy, Were You Playing
My Cymbals?

I Was Warming Them Up.

Thanks.

I'm Ready To Hear
Some Music.

All Right, Come On.

Let's Play For Mommy.

Everybody Line Up.

Lady...

We're Going To Rehearse
Our Most Difficult Piece--

"Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."

May God Have Mercy On Us.

One, Two, Three, Four.

(Squeaky Version Of "Twinkle,
Twinkle, Little Star")