01x07 - The New Neighbors

[bunniefuu]

-Hey, Mom, when Dad's
not here didn't he

say I'm the man of the house?
-He certainly did, and I agree.

-Swell.

Then I think the
man of the house

won't have liver
for lunch today.

I think he'll have
a peanut butter

sandwich and a
glass of root beer.

[music playing]

-Hello, Mr. Wilson!

-Oh, hello Dennis.

-What are you doing, Mr. Wilson?

Watering?

-I can't talk to you now Dennis,
I'm trying to get through here.

-I'll help you get through
so you can talk to me, OK?

-I was afraid of that.

-You'd get your watering
done a lot faster

if you'd use a hose, Mr. Wilson.

-I'm not watering,
Dennis, I'm spraying.

-I know it.

But you ought to use the
hose so you can squirt.

-I don't want the squirt,
I'm using an insecticide.

-Oh, I didn't know that.

-Well now you know.

-What's an insexicide,
Mr. Wilson?

-It's to get rid of pests.

-What's a pest?

-It's a little
six-legged creatures

that-- come to think
of it, sometimes

they only have two legs.

-Morning Wilson, Dennis.

-Oh, hi [inaudible].

-Hi!

I've never seen
those kids before.

-Neither have I.

-Bang, bang, bang, bang.
-Kapow!

Kapow!

Wouldn't it be nice if they
moved next door to you?

Gee, I haven't seen you
since you used to live here,

Mr. Burnley?

-Oh, you remember me, do you?

-Sure I do.

I remember you from
when Mrs. Burnley

used to hang out the wash.

She made you wear that
long, funny underwear

with the door in it.

-They don't miss much, do they?

-Mr. Wilson bought a
bunch of new underwear,

didn't you Mr. Wilson?

-All right, Dennis.

-And Mrs. Wilson bought a new--

-That's enough, Dennis.

-OK.

But I found an old
one in the trash can.

And me and Tommy can both
get in it at the same time.

-I've asked you to stay out
of our trash can, Dennis.

-Oh, the curiosity of the young.

It can drive an adult
out of his mind.

-Sometimes when I get to
feeling sorry for myself,

I just think of his mother.

She deserves flowers
every day in the week.

-She sure does, boy.

-Oh, did you sell the house yet?
-Nope.

The folks that just
drove away love it.

-The ones with the kids?

-That's right.

But they say they
can't afford it.

-Oh, well that's too bad.

Well, I guess you'll have
to go back to renting it.

-No, no.

I may have to come down
on my price a little.

Look, if you can drum
up a buyer for me,

I'd gladly give you
the % commission.

-Well, I haven't
had much experience

selling real estate, but.

If I drum up somebody
that'll buy your house,

will you give me the $ . ?

-Gladly, Dennis.

Gladly.

-I'll help you all
I can Mr. Burnley.

-Well thank you, Dennis.

-And I'll see you later, Wilson.

Oh, if you drum up a
prospect to look at it,

you know where the keys are.

-Right, very nice.

-Bye Mr. Burnley.
-Goodbye.

-Are we going to finish up
our spraying, Mr. Wilson?

-We're all finished, thank you.

I'm going in the house.

-What are we going
to do in the house?

-Not we, me.

I'm going in where I can
get some peace and quiet.

Now why don't you go home
and talk to your mother?

-OK.

Did you mean what you said
about her deserving flowers

every day in the week?

-I most certainly did.

-There goes a
swell guy, Fremont.

My mom just loves flowers.

I'm home.

-Yes, Dennis.

How many times have I told
you about slamming that door?

-Did I slam it?

Excuse me, Mom.

I guess I was in such a hurry
to bring you these flowers,

that I forgot.

-Oh, Dennis, that
was very sweet.

-You didn't get these
from Mr. Wilson's yard?

-Sure, it was his idea.

-Are you sure?

-Yes.

He said you should have
them every day in the week.

-I'll have to check into this.

Say, have you seen
my drum any place?

-Yes, it's up in your
bedroom closet, why?

-I gotta drum up a customer.

I gotta sell a house.

-Hello?

-Hello, Mr. Wilson?

This Is Alice Mitchell.

Dennis tells me you've given him
to pick some of your flowers.

-I certainly did not.

I'm developing
the Wilson Zinnia,

and I want those
flowers to go to seed.

Oh, you should see them.

They're just beautiful.

-I'm looking at them this
very minute, Mr. Wilson.

Oh, Mrs. Mitchell, how
could you possibly see them

from-- he picked five.

-I'm so sorry, Mr. Wilson.

And Dennis is going
to be punished

for telling me a falsehood.

-Oh, he didn't lie.

He just misunderstood.

You see, I told him you
deserve the flowers,

and I guess he just
thought he could pick them.

-Well, I'll see to
it that he never

touches your flowers again.

Even if I have to remind
him several times a day,

it's the least I can do.

Will we be seeing
you this evening

at the McClure's surprise
anniversary party?

-We were not invited.

Oh, not that I care.

I know what happened.

Ted Melton organized the party.

And he's never
gotten over my dog

b*ating his at the dog show.

-Oh, that's too bad.

-Oh, fiddle faddle,
it doesn't bother me.

Ted Melton's just
showing himself

for the petty, small-minded
person that he is.

But it'll be a
cold day in Hawaii

before he's invited
to my house again.

-We'll miss you, Mr. Wilson.

And I'm going to talk
to Dennis about taking

our flowers right away.
Goodbye.

Dennis, I want to talk to you.

-Martha, he just
drives me crazy.

-Well, after all,
you gave him the idea

about picking the flowers.

Don't be so grumpy.

Oh,

-Oh, it isn't that I
want to be, Martha.

Honestly, I always thought
when I reached my age,

I'd enjoy the sight
of children playing,

sound of innocent laughter.

And answering their
little questions.

I always thought
they'd come to me

with their broken toys,
and their problems.

I saw myself drying
their tears, telling them

stories to make
them laugh again.

-Well, George?

-And then Dennis shows
up, ever since I've

been a nervous wreck.

-You often let little
things annoy you.

Now you stretch out
and have a nice nap.

I'm doing over to Helen Scott's.

-Oh, I remember her .

What are you going
to see her about?

-She's going apartment
hunting and she wants me along

for company.

-Oh.

Well say hello to Scott for me.

Have a good time Martha.

Oh boy, feels good.

[drum b*ating]

-What's that?

-House for sale.

-I don't believe it.

-House for sale.

-I believe it.

-House for sale.

-Dennis!

-Hi, Mr. Wilson!

Will you please stop
pounding that drum?

-Is something the
matter, Mr. Wilson?

-Yes, there's something
the matter, come here.

-George, for heaven's sakes
, stop shouting at the boy.

had to shout to be heard.

Say, I have an idea.

Maybe I could talk him
into cutting his drum

to see what makes the noise.

-Wilson, you ought to
be ashamed of yourself.

-Oh, I was only fooling.

-No you weren't.

-You want to talk
to me, Mr. Wilson?

-Yes I do Dennis.

Don't step in the flowers.

that was close,
wasn't it Mr. Wilson?

-Dennis, I'd like
to buy your drum.

-I'll give be $ . for it.

-Well, my Grandpa gave it
to me, so I can't sell it.

Why don't you as Mrs. Wilson
to buy you one of your own?

Dennis, what I'm trying to get
you to do is stop b*ating it,

I'm resting.

-Oh.

Excuse me Mr. Wilson.

Will you let me know
you're through so I

can back to selling
the house again?

Mr. Burnley needs
that money pretty bad.

Hey, Mr. Wilson, Mr. Wilson!

-What?

I was just thinking,
wouldn't it be

swell if somebody
moved in that had kids

for you and me to play with?

-Boy, that window sure breaks
easy, doesn't it, Mr. Wilson?

Remember when my
baseball went through it?

-Now see what you've done.

Oh, never mind that.

Say, Martha?

You say the Scott's are looking
for a new apartment, huh?

-That's right.

-He's quite well off, isn't he?

-Yes, but why do you ask?

-Do they have any
little children?

-No, they're our age.

-Any grandchildren?

-No.

They're childless.

-They sound wonderful.

Wait till I change my clothes!

-Well what's this all
about, here are you going?

-With you.

I'm going to talk to
Scott's into buying a house.

-Hi, honey.

-Oh hello, dear.

-Hi dad.

-Hi, Son.

What have you been up to today?

-Well, I was
drumming up customers

for Mr. Burnley's house, till
Mr. Wilson had to take his nap.

-And I do mean with a drum.

-Well, I think in the interest
of the good-neighbor policy,

we better put a stop to that.

You're no Gene Krupa, you know.

-So, you didn't think I
could do it, aye Martha?

Well you'll just have to learn
to have more faith in me.

-Just because the Scott's
have agreed to come and look

at the Burnley house, doesn't
mean they're going to buy it.

-You know, there
was a reason why

I sold more women's wear than
anyone else in this state,

and that reason
what salesmanship.

-Yes, dear.

-Don't you worry.

When the Scott's hear
my pitch, they'll buy.

[doorbell rings]
-There they are now.

-Hi, Mr. Wilson!

-Dennis, what are
you doing here?

-My dad sent me
over to apologize

for all that drumming.

I'm no Gene Krupa, you know.

-Oh, do I know.

-If I can't use my
drum, I don't know

how I'm going to sell Mr.
Burnley's house for him.

-You can just forget
about that, Dennis.

It's all been taken care of.

-Did somebody hear my drum?

-Everybody heard your drum.

But Mrs. Wilson found someone
who's interested in the house.

-Really?

-Yes.

Dennis, what are you going
to be doing this afternoon?

-I don't know.

Is there some game
you want to play?

-No.

Here's $ . , why don't you
go to the movie at the arcade?

-Gee, thanks Mr. Wilson!

I'll go ask my mom.

-Yes, you do that, and sit
through the picture twice.

-I always do.

I tell you, Martha that
movie was a good idea.

If there's one thing
that might wreck

my pitch to the
Scott's, it's Dennis.

Now we're rid of him
for at least hours.

[doorbell rings]

-I guess I won't go Mr. Wilson.

-Well why not?

-Because I just remembered,
when Tommy gets back

from the dentist, he won't
have anybody to play with.

- , , , , .

-What are you
counting, Mr. Wilson?

-Here's enough money
so Tommy can go, too.

-Oh, was that what
you were counting?

Thanks Mr. Wilson.

Bye.

-Well, that ends that.

Heh.

The next time that
doorbell rings,

it'll be our future neighbors.

-Hi, Mr. Farris.

Come to fix Mr.
Wilson's window again?

-I sure am, Dennis, how
did you do it this time?

It wasn't me, It was
good ole Mr. Wilson.

Me and him were
right in the middle

of talking when he felt this
draft, and slammed them.

-Well I'll go on and
get to work on it.

-I'd help you, but I gotta
go home and get permission

about a movie.

Ah hah.

-Well, Mr. Scott-- oh.

Oh, it's you Mr. Farris.

I thought you'd send
one of your workmen,

I didn't want you to
have to come over.

-Well, it's Saturday
afternoon, you know?

My boys had the day off.

I understand you're to be
blamed for this one, Mr. Wilson.

-Now that's something
I'll argue all

the way to the Supreme Court.

Hey, Mom, is it OK if me
and Tommy go to the-- boy,

do I want a piece of that cake.

-I'm sorry, Dennis.

This cake isn't for us.

-We're baking a cake in our very
own kitchen for somebody else?

-That's right.

It's for the McClure's.

Boy, that looks like good cake.

How come we're giving
it to the McClure's?

-Because tonight's their
anniversary, and a lot of us

are going to get together, and
give them a surprise party.

-Say, that sounds like fun.

I'll bring my bugle.

-Oh, I'm sorry Dennis,
this is a grown up party.

-Well if everybody's going
to a party except me,

and eat cake except me, can
me and Tommy go to the movie

this afternoon?

-I suppose so.

Run on up and get my purse.

I don't need your purse.

Good ole Mr. Wilson
is treating us.

-Well isn't that nice of him.

I hope you remembered
to thank him.

-Sure I did, I thanked
him right in the door.

Now I've got to go
see if Tommy can go.

So long, Mom.

-Good bye, Dennis.

-Don't worry, Mom.

I'll have Tommy thank him too.

-Well, Mr. And Mrs. Scott.

I hope you didn't have any
trouble finding the place.

-Oh, no.

I hope we're not too late.

-No, no not at all.

Martha, it's the Scotts.

The great Scotts.

Eh, oh well, I-- I've
had my little joke.

Tommy!

Hey, Tommy!
Everybody!

-Hi.

-Hi, Tommy.

Hi, Mrs. Anderson.

Hi, Dennis.

Guess what good
ole Mr. Wilson did?

He gave money for me and
Tommy to go to the movies.

-Oh, boy.

-Oh, I'm sorry Dennis.

I know it's Saturday, but Tommy
went to the movies with us

just last night.

I think that's enough
movies for this weekend.

-How about if we only
sit through it once?

-I'm sorry, no.

-Well we gotta do
something, we've

got all this money to spend.

-I'm sure you'll
think of something.

How about me buying a
bunch of stuff to eat

and giving Tommy
a surprise party?

-That's a swell idea.

-Oh, no.

Not in this house.

I'm still finding traces
of his birthday party.

-Say, that reminds me.

It's probably not
good anymore, but I

hid a piece of birthday
cake in your piano.

-Oh my goodness.

-Come on, Tommy.

Let's see if we can give
Freddy a surprise party.

Come on!

-OK.

-Boy, I sure don't
understand why

the mothers in this
neighborhood don't

want us to come in and
give a surprise party.

-We've gotta find
some place to have it.

How about Eric Mandle's house?

-Yeah!

I had fun the last
time I was there.

Me, and Bob, and
Phil, and George

went roller skating
in their bath tub.

Was Mrs. Mandle mad?

-Heck no.

She just came upstairs to
see what the noise was.

-What'd she say?

-She didn't say anything.

She just started to laugh.

I never heard anybody
laugh so hard in my life.

Finally, Mr. Mandle
had to call the doctor.

-We don't want to take
up your afternoon.

Should we take a
look at the house?

-Oh, don't worry about the time.

The matinee is just starting.

-Matinee?

-Oh.

Well, that's an
expression I use.

It-- it means
there's lots of time.

Well, shall we
take a look at it?

--Why not?

-Yes.

-I'll make some coffee
while you're gone.

-Oh, fine.

Maybe we'll be
having a little party

to welcome our new neighbors.

Come on in, you guys.

-No, Dennis, I'm
washing the floor.

-OK.

Mom says to wait out there.

Hey mom--

-Dennis!

-How'd you like all of us
to come in the front door

and give you something?

-Dennis Mitchell, have you been
in Mr. Wilson's flowers again?

Heck no, Mom.
-Oh.

Well see that you don't.

Mr. Wilson is very
unhappy today.

-Just on account of
those flowers I picked?

-Well, not only that.

He's also unhappy
because he wasn't

invited to the McClure's
surprise party.

-Really?

Boy, am I glad I
came in to see you.

See you later, Mom.

-Well, how did you like it?

-I think it's a wonderful house.
Don't you, Andrew?

-Well, that depends.

How much is he
asking for the house?

-$ , , but I'll bet
he'll come down to $ . .

-Giving a surprise party to
Mr. Wilson was a swell idea.

-Yeah.

I wish I'd have thought
of it before the ice

cream got so soft.

I did good ole Mr. Wilson
likes his ice cream crisp.

-Well, come on, let's go.

-First maybe I'd better
make sure we're welcome.

You kids wait here, and if
it's OK I'll yell at ya.

-There's a lot of storage
room in the attic, too.

I always liked that.

-It gives her a place to keep
her dress maker's form that she

got the first year
we were married.

Tell me, are the taxes
high in this area?

-Oh, no.

They're very low.

That's why I moved
here when I retired,

when the streets and
sewers are all in.

-Hey, that's an
advantage of moving

into an area that's
already built up.

You miss all the
special assistance.

-And I certainly like
the neighborhood.

It's so quiet.

-Quiet's very
important to Mr. Scott.

-Hi, Mrs. Wilson.

Can I talk to you for a
minute, please Mr. Wilson?

-What a cute little boy.

-Cute and quiet.

-This is Mr. and
Mrs. Scott, Dennis.

-How do you do,
Mr. and Mrs. Scott?

-My, doesn't he
have nice manners?

-Usually I shake
hands, but they're

a little bit full of
chocolate ice cream.

-Oh, well Dennis, you
come and sit with me

and be nice and quiet.

Oh!

-Did I put my knee in
your stomach, Mr. Wilson?

-Yes, you did.

Yes, but it's all right.

He's a nice, quiet little boy.

-Am I welcome?

-Oh, yes Dennis, you're welcome.

-Excuse me for a minute, please.

-I'm welcome!

-What was that
all about, Dennis?

-You'll see.
-Oomph.

-Did I do it again, Mr. Wilson?

-Uh, yes you did Dennis.

Eh, why did you
call out the window?

-Surprise!

-Thank you.

-Oh, I'm just awfully
sorry about that ice

cream in your hat, Mr. Scott.

-Oh, forget it.

-There's still a little
in your hair, dear.

-Thank you, dear.

-Well eh, now about
the house, should I

have Mr. Burnley get
in touch with you?

-I don't think so, Mr. Wilson.

-It's a lovely house, but--

-We don't think so.

-But if you like
it, why-- why not?

-As you know, Mr. Wilson,
we like a lot of quiet.

-And while it's a great
tribute to you the way

these youngsters love you-- uh,
giving you this surprise party

and all-- I don't think
that we are quite up to all

their youthful energy
and excitement.

-But thanks for
showing us through.

Good bye.

-Good bye.

-Hey, Mr. Wilson?

Guess what?

I sold Mr. Burnley's
house for him.

-What's that?

-The man that owns the
window fixing company.

-Mr. Farris?
Sure.

After he was here yesterday,
he went right to Mr. Burnley

and bought it.

-Are you sure?

Here's the $ . commission.

You wanna go share
a soda with me?

-No thank you.

I wonder if he has any kids?

I asked him and he said
three and one on the way.

-Oh, no.

And the one on the way
is gonna be two of them.

-I'm surrounded.

-I'm sure glad he's going to
be living next door to you.

'Cause you like kids
and we like you.

-Oh!

Hey, Mr. Wilson,
you broke your rake.

Why'd you break your
rake, Mr. Wilson?

Was it too long, Mr. Wilson?

Huh, Mr. Wilson?

You know what Mr. Wilson?

You look funny.
-Oh!