Diff'rent Strokes (1978–1986): Season 1, Episode 16 - Willis' Privacy - full transcript
Willis starts to feel that Arnold is a nuisance and wants his own space away from him.
♪ Now the world don't move
to the beat of just one drum
♪ What might be right for
you may not be right for some
♪ A man is born
he's a man of means
♪ Then along come two
♪ They got nothin'
but their jeans
♪ But they got Diff'rent Strokes
♪ It takes Diff'rent Strokes
♪ It takes Diff'rent
Strokes to move the world
♪ Everybody's got
a special kind of story
♪ Everybody finds a way to shine
♪ It don't matter that you got
♪ Not a lot, so what?
♪ They'll have
theirs you'll have yours
♪ And I'll have mine
♪ And together we'll be fine
♪ 'Cause it takes
♪ Diff'rent Strokes to
move the world, yes, it does
♪ It takes Diff'rent Strokes
to move the world! ♪
Super Arnold is
ready for action.
Monster spotted on the
Empire State Building.
So long, wood monster,
I'm turnin' you into toothpicks
with my zowie zap gun.
Zap, zap, zap.
Super Arnold saves
New York again.
Hmm.
Now, I think I'll
go save Cleveland.
Hey, Arnold, Vernon and me got
work to do. Go play somewhere else.
No, I want to play here.
This is my room, too.
Get a load of super mouse.
Watch it, Vernon.
The last dude who talked to
me like that, I laserized his nose.
Come on, Arnold. We ain't got
time to play kiddy games with you.
A salami sandwich and pretzels?
Arnold, how many times have I
told you not to put food in my drawer?
I had to. I ran out
of room in mine.
Want some tico tacos?
Arnold, I'm tellin' you for the last
time, don't put food in my drawer.
I don't like mustard
on my socks.
Would you rather
have mayonnaise?
Come on, Willis, let's
get this stuff set up.
All right.
Hey, what are you guys doin'?
Vernon's helping me
with my class project.
Vernon takes pictures for
the school paper in Harlem.
That's right. And a picture by
Vernon is worth a thousand words.
I've seen your pictures
and the first word is "blurry".
Arnold, get your A out of here.
Willis. Vernon.
I told you guys,
this is my room, too.
That's the problem.
I got no quiet, no privacy, no
place to go and think deep thoughts.
Would you scram, Arnold?
You're always in the way.
I won't be in the way if I help.
Here, smile, wherever you are.
Give me that.
Oh, man, you put your
greasy fingers all over the lens.
Go take a walk to Hawaii.
Okay, take your dumb pictures.
I got something better to do.
I got a date on the
moon with Lois Lane.
Ta-da!
Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
No, it is Super Arnold.
And Super Arnold is
ready for his super snack.
Super Arnold already
has had his super snack.
Arnold, doesn't your
stomach ever get filled up?
Yeah, but I can never get rid of
that empty feeling I have in my mouth.
Well, I guess battling the forces of evil
must make a guy pretty hungry, right?
Okay, Arnold, I'll give
you a couple of cookies.
Hey, how about takin' some
up to Willis and his friend?
Nah. Willis would probably
snatch the cookies out of my mouth
and bounce me out on my butt.
Oh?
Are you and Willis on the outs?
Well, Willis wants me out of the room
and you can't get much outer than that.
I'm sure it's just that photography
project he's working on for school.
It's very important to him.
Hey, listen, everybody.
I need to take some
more pictures of you guys
for my school project
of Mr. D and Mrs. G.
But what's a picture of Mr. D
and Mrs. G without little me?
Arnold, I got enough
pictures of your toothless face.
Who are the
pictures for, Willis?
See, I got this project called,
"Interesting people I know".
Oh.
Yeah. And we already took some
shots of the doorman, the janitor,
and that crazy guy who
lives on Eighth Avenue
who plays the
ukulele with his toes.
I would be honored to be included
in such distinguished company.
Hey, why don't we all go in the living
room? There's much more room in there.
Okay, Willis, what do you want me to
do? Play the spoons with my knees?
Nothin' like that, Mrs. Garrett.
I want natural pictures. Okay.
You vacuumin', and Mr. D
laughin' at one of his own jokes.
If I don't, who will?
Come on, you guys.
Hey!
Okay, you guys, where do you
guys wanna take the pictures at?
Hey, Willis, how about a shot
of them standin' on the balcony?
I hope them pigeons don't
mistake 'em for statues.
Hey, listen.
Take one of me sitting at my desk
with Mrs. Garrett standing beside me.
Get us both with one shot.
That's a good idea. Terrific.
Oh, dear. How does my hair look?
Oh, it looks very
nice, Mrs. Garrett.
How's mine? Lovely.
I wouldn't worry
about your hair.
With Willis takin' the picture the
top of your heads won't be in it.
Oh, get out of the way.
Hey, Vernon. I'm shootin' at
1/30th of a second at f-2. Okay?
Yeah. That's perfect.
It'll be even more perfect if
you take the cap off the lens.
See what you made me do?
You got me so bugged,
I forgot to take it off.
Come on, Arnold.
Watch it, Earth man.
You're messin' with a dude
who's faster than a speedin' bullet
and more powerful
than a locomotive.
Arnold, you better get
your locomotive out of here
before Willis lets you
have it in your caboose.
I get the picture.
Okay, you guys. On
the count of three.
One, two, three.
Arnold.
I told you to get out of there.
I can't help it.
When I see a
camera, I lose control.
Hey, Willis, you got a
bad case of "little brother".
I'll go get the
developin' stuff ready.
All right, man.
Mr. Drummond. Yeah?
I'm gettin' tired of Arnold
always hangin' around me.
Well, I think you hang around me.
Wherever I go, you're always there.
All right. Hold it.
I think this is a case for
the Justice Department.
We'll talk about
it later at bedtime.
And that's another thing.
Why do I have to go to bed
when Arnold goes to bed?
I'm 13 and he's only eight.
I wanna be treated
different because I'm older.
Well, Willis, I guess
you do have a point there.
And that's another thing.
Arnold's always under my feet.
I'll never have any privacy
until he gets married.
Married? On my allowance?
I'm tellin' you for the last time,
Arnold, stay out of my way.
Man, I sure hate
havin' Willis mad at me.
He doesn't like me anymore.
We used to be like brothers.
Oh, now, Arnold, don't
feel that way. Come here.
Now, listen.
Willis didn't say he didn't
like you, did he, Mrs. Garrett?
Of course not.
He was sayin' that at his age,
he just needs a little more space.
But I don't take up
that much space.
He just doesn't love me anymore.
Oh, of course, he does.
He may be a little upset
with you at the moment,
but pretty soon he'll be
treatin' you in the same old way.
I hope so.
I sure miss the nice way he
used to call me "knucklehead".
Don't worry, Arnold. You'll
soon be a knucklehead again.
Thank you.
And in the meantime, it
might not be a bad idea,
if you just kind of, you know,
stayed out of his way a little. Okay?
Okay.
But I'm bound to bump
into him sooner or later.
We both use the
same john, you know.
Yeah, I know.
Hey, I suddenly know why
Willis is actin' so cuckoo.
You do?
Yeah. He's goin' through
that thing I heard about.
What thing?
Well, it comes at the
same time as pimples.
They call it puberty.
Hey, man, you sure it's dark
enough in here to develop pictures?
Close the door and
turn on the red light.
All right.
Oh, no, Arnold!
You've ruined my pictures!
I didn't even know you
were in the bathroom.
Can't you stay out
of my business?
I got business of my
own to do in there.
Nothin' left for us
to do now, Willis.
We got to start all over and
take some more pictures.
If you'll listen to me, you'll tie him up,
give him away or mail him out of town.
I'll see you later, man.
Yeah. I'll check
with you, blood.
Come out of there, Arnold!
Come on! You're in there, come on!
I've just about had it with you.
There's just no
privacy with you around.
Your nose is always
where it doesn't belong.
My nose is right
where I left it.
You know what I mean. It's
either in my drawer or my closet.
Or I'll bet you even stuck
it in my secret journal.
I didn't even know you
kept a secret journal.
Oh, yeah?
I'll bet you read what I wrote
about being a brain surgeon.
Not a brain surgeon,
an astronaut.
I thought so, Arnold. That
does it. That really does it.
You know you're not supposed to
look in my secret things. It was in my...
Boys, hold it, hold it! Hey, hold it.
Hold it! What's all the ruckus about?
Willis is mad at me 'cause
I had to go to the bathroom.
I was developing my film
in there and he ruined them.
It was an accident.
Now, Willis, I don't think
Arnold would do that on purpose.
It don't make no difference.
Every time I turn around,
there's Arnold or his toys.
I can't take it anymore. Is there
any way I can get my own room?
Your own room?
Hey, that's a great idea.
Then, I won't be kept awake
every night with his snoring.
I don't snore.
I'll wake you up some
time so you can hear it.
Now, hold it, Willis. Listen,
I understand your problem,
but you know we don't have
another bedroom in this apartment.
I'll sleep any place. I'll even
sleep in the laundry room.
Well, there isn't room
for a bed in there.
Then I'll stay here and let
Arnold sleep in the dryer.
Uh-uh.
I ain't leavin' this room.
You can sleep in the waterbed.
We don't have a waterbed.
We will when you get in the
bathtub and I turn on the faucet.
Now, just...
Guys, hold it. That
is enough, you guys.
Now look, listen.
Part of being brothers is
learning how to live with people.
And you better start learning.
You better start by learning to get along
with each other right here in this room.
Now, shake hands.
Willis, Arnold, shake hands.
Come on.
All right.
Now, you two be
nice to each other.
We will, Mr. Drummond.
We will, Mr. Drummond.
Okay.
Well, if I can't have my own room,
I'm gonna have the next best thing to it.
We're going to divide
this room in half.
Okay.
I'll take the half from
the floor up to here.
You can have the rest of
the way up to the ceiling.
We're dividing
this room equally.
And as of right now, I'm
not talkin' to you anymore.
What you talkin' about, Willis?
I said, what you
talkin' about, Willis?
Willis, Willis, ain't
you talkin' to me?
Okay. I ain't talking
to you, either.
If I was talkin' to
somebody, I'd say he
better get all of his
stuff out of the dresser,
because it's on
my side of the room.
Well, if I was
talkin' to somebody,
I'd say he'd better get all
of his stuff out of my closet,
because it's lowering the property
value on my side of the room.
I see somebody left their
fish food in my drawer.
I guess some goldfish is
gonna wind up suckin' gravel.
Hey, Willis. Don't worry,
Abraham. I'll get you some food.
Somebody touched your food
and got your nice dry worms dirty.
But it sure is nice to be
alone in my own room.
Yep. It sure is nice to
be alone in my own room.
You know, Abraham, this room will be just
perfect if I could get rid of the echo.
Since the door to the
room is on my side,
I think I'll charge 25
cents to let people out.
Since the bathroom
is on my side,
I think I'll charge a
dollar to let people in.
Well, I guess I'll
have a look at the
television since it's
on my side of the room.
Oh.
You know, there's one thing I can't stand
in my own room, Abraham, and that's noise.
Get down here,
and shake with it.
Get down here.
Get down.
Somebody better give somebody else that
remote control unit or he's gonna get it.
I hear a voice, but I
don't see anybody.
But does he see this?
Now, he sees it.
And what's he gonna do about it?
He's gonna call the police
'cause the fist is on my property.
Get out of here!
Give me that remote, you
munchkin. You little, wild turkey.
Hey, what's all the
shouting about? Hold it.
Why is all the furniture
rearranged here?
Willis wanted to
divide this room in half.
So I can have some privacy.
Now, look, fellas, there's got to be a
better solution to the problem than this.
There is. Sell
Willis to the circus.
And the first thing I'd do is
shoot you out of a cannon.
Now, you're not gonna solve
anything until you stop bickering.
Don't look at me. I
ain't said a single bick.
Now, listen.
I know you want privacy, but
this simply is not the way to get it.
Now, Willis, there must be
some way for you to get along.
As long as he stays away
from me, we'll get along just fine.
I'll do better than that.
I'll stay twice as far from
Willis as he stays from me.
Mr. Drummond, would you please
tell somebody who I ain't talkin' to,
not to mention my name out loud?
And Mr. Drummond, would you
please tell somebody who I ain't talkin' to
that as of now, I don't
even remember his name?
That's good, you...
All right, all right!
You two people who aren't talkin'
had better listen to somebody that is.
Now, just cool it.
That's an order.
Now, you've blown this thing
out of all proportion, both of you.
You get your act together.
Cool down and we'll
talk this out after dinner.
Now remember, boys,
I meant what I said.
Oh, hi, Arnold.
Ready for dinner?
I start being ready for dinner
as soon as I finish breakfast.
Where's Willis?
You mean my ex-brother?
He went out a few hours ago to
take some more dumb pictures.
Mrs. Garrett, when
are we gonna eat?
As soon as Willis gets here.
He knows dinner is at this time.
He probably won't want to eat with
me unless we cut the table in half.
Oh, now, Arnold, I'm sure you
and Willis can patch things up.
You know, even the famous
Wright brothers, Orville and Wilbur,
had an argument when
they had their first flight.
Oh, yeah? What about?
Well, they both wanted
to sit next to the window.
Orville is lucky that
Willis wasn't his brother
'cause Willis would've
shoved him out of the plane.
Oh, listen, Arnold.
Willis has come to an age
where he wants his privacy.
And you will, too, someday.
Now Willis may be a
little mad at you right now,
but, you know,
he really loves you.
You think so?
Oh, sure.
It's only when people
really love each
other that they get so
angry at one another.
Then he must
really love me a lot.
Of course he does.
And I know you
love him a lot, too.
I'll get that, Mrs.
Garrett. Okay.
Hello?
Hi, Mr. Drummond. It's Willis.
Oh, Willis, where are you?
In Harlem? What
are you doing there?
I took some more pictures and
Vernon's helping me develop them.
Oh, but it's dinnertime. I'll
come pick you up at Vernon's.
They invited me to eat here.
I see. Yes.
Is he comin' home for dinner?
Hold a second.
No, he's eating there.
They're serving black-eyed
peas, cornbread and collard greens.
Ask him if they got
room for one more.
Well, I'll pick you
up after dinner then.
Mr. Drummond, can I stay the
night over at Vernon's house?
Well, all right. Well, then,
when shall I pick you up?
You see, Mr. Drummond,
it's like this...
I see.
Yes.
Well, I think I
understand, Willis.
Well, we'll have to
talk about this, Willis.
Very well. You call me
first thing in the morning.
What's up, Mr. Drummond?
Oh, it's nothing. He just wants
to sleep at Vernon's tonight.
Oh.
Yeah, sure.
My brother who loves me
so much can't stand me.
Oh, no, no, it's
not that, Arnold.
It's just that Vernon's brother's away, so
Willis can use his room just for tonight.
You get it?
Yeah. He can't stand me.
Arnold, you didn't
touch your soup.
Well, I touched it.
I just don't feel
like swallowin' it.
This has gone far enough.
Willis isn't sure he wants
to come home for a while.
Oh, my. Is it that bad?
Well, I think I better put a stop
to this before it gets any worse.
First thing tomorrow morning, I'm
going to have a little talk with Willis.
Can you hear me up there, God?
It's me, Arnold Jackson.
The little kid on Park Avenue.
Well...
I know it's kind of late, but I
figured if I'm up, so are you.
See, I got this problem.
It's my brother, Willis. He
left 'cause he's mad at me,
and, well, and I miss him
even if he hits me with pillows
and makes my life miserable.
I promise if you send him back,
that he can have the whole place.
I mean, I don't need
that much room,
I can sleep in a drawer.
So, please, send him back to me and
if there's ever a favor I can do for you,
just let me know.
Amen, 10-4,
over and out.
Good night.
Now, that's what I call service.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
You talkin' to me?
Well, you just talked to me.
Well, I wasn't...
Oh, what's the difference
just as long as we're talkin'?
How come you're back?
Well, there I was at Vernon's,
developing film that you didn't wreck,
and in every one there was
your silly face smiling at me.
Well, I know it's silly,
but it's the only face I got.
And then I started
thinkin' about this room
and how it just wouldn't be the same
without you and your junk to trip over.
And me and my junk were
thinkin' the same about you.
I'm sorry that I
yelled at you, Arnold.
Aw!
That's okay.
I'd rather have you yell at me
than anybody. You're a great yeller.
I get a lot of practice
with you around.
Thanks.
Well, good night, Arnold.
Good night, Willis.
♪ Now the world don't move
to the beat of just one drum
♪ What might be right for
you may not be right for some
♪ A man is born
he's a man of means
♪ Then along come two
♪ They got nothin'
but their jeans
♪ But they got Diff'rent Strokes
♪ It takes Diff'rent Strokes
♪ It takes Diff'rent
Strokes to move the world
♪ Yes, it does It takes Diff'rent
Strokes to move the world ♪
to the beat of just one drum
♪ What might be right for
you may not be right for some
♪ A man is born
he's a man of means
♪ Then along come two
♪ They got nothin'
but their jeans
♪ But they got Diff'rent Strokes
♪ It takes Diff'rent Strokes
♪ It takes Diff'rent
Strokes to move the world
♪ Everybody's got
a special kind of story
♪ Everybody finds a way to shine
♪ It don't matter that you got
♪ Not a lot, so what?
♪ They'll have
theirs you'll have yours
♪ And I'll have mine
♪ And together we'll be fine
♪ 'Cause it takes
♪ Diff'rent Strokes to
move the world, yes, it does
♪ It takes Diff'rent Strokes
to move the world! ♪
Super Arnold is
ready for action.
Monster spotted on the
Empire State Building.
So long, wood monster,
I'm turnin' you into toothpicks
with my zowie zap gun.
Zap, zap, zap.
Super Arnold saves
New York again.
Hmm.
Now, I think I'll
go save Cleveland.
Hey, Arnold, Vernon and me got
work to do. Go play somewhere else.
No, I want to play here.
This is my room, too.
Get a load of super mouse.
Watch it, Vernon.
The last dude who talked to
me like that, I laserized his nose.
Come on, Arnold. We ain't got
time to play kiddy games with you.
A salami sandwich and pretzels?
Arnold, how many times have I
told you not to put food in my drawer?
I had to. I ran out
of room in mine.
Want some tico tacos?
Arnold, I'm tellin' you for the last
time, don't put food in my drawer.
I don't like mustard
on my socks.
Would you rather
have mayonnaise?
Come on, Willis, let's
get this stuff set up.
All right.
Hey, what are you guys doin'?
Vernon's helping me
with my class project.
Vernon takes pictures for
the school paper in Harlem.
That's right. And a picture by
Vernon is worth a thousand words.
I've seen your pictures
and the first word is "blurry".
Arnold, get your A out of here.
Willis. Vernon.
I told you guys,
this is my room, too.
That's the problem.
I got no quiet, no privacy, no
place to go and think deep thoughts.
Would you scram, Arnold?
You're always in the way.
I won't be in the way if I help.
Here, smile, wherever you are.
Give me that.
Oh, man, you put your
greasy fingers all over the lens.
Go take a walk to Hawaii.
Okay, take your dumb pictures.
I got something better to do.
I got a date on the
moon with Lois Lane.
Ta-da!
Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
No, it is Super Arnold.
And Super Arnold is
ready for his super snack.
Super Arnold already
has had his super snack.
Arnold, doesn't your
stomach ever get filled up?
Yeah, but I can never get rid of
that empty feeling I have in my mouth.
Well, I guess battling the forces of evil
must make a guy pretty hungry, right?
Okay, Arnold, I'll give
you a couple of cookies.
Hey, how about takin' some
up to Willis and his friend?
Nah. Willis would probably
snatch the cookies out of my mouth
and bounce me out on my butt.
Oh?
Are you and Willis on the outs?
Well, Willis wants me out of the room
and you can't get much outer than that.
I'm sure it's just that photography
project he's working on for school.
It's very important to him.
Hey, listen, everybody.
I need to take some
more pictures of you guys
for my school project
of Mr. D and Mrs. G.
But what's a picture of Mr. D
and Mrs. G without little me?
Arnold, I got enough
pictures of your toothless face.
Who are the
pictures for, Willis?
See, I got this project called,
"Interesting people I know".
Oh.
Yeah. And we already took some
shots of the doorman, the janitor,
and that crazy guy who
lives on Eighth Avenue
who plays the
ukulele with his toes.
I would be honored to be included
in such distinguished company.
Hey, why don't we all go in the living
room? There's much more room in there.
Okay, Willis, what do you want me to
do? Play the spoons with my knees?
Nothin' like that, Mrs. Garrett.
I want natural pictures. Okay.
You vacuumin', and Mr. D
laughin' at one of his own jokes.
If I don't, who will?
Come on, you guys.
Hey!
Okay, you guys, where do you
guys wanna take the pictures at?
Hey, Willis, how about a shot
of them standin' on the balcony?
I hope them pigeons don't
mistake 'em for statues.
Hey, listen.
Take one of me sitting at my desk
with Mrs. Garrett standing beside me.
Get us both with one shot.
That's a good idea. Terrific.
Oh, dear. How does my hair look?
Oh, it looks very
nice, Mrs. Garrett.
How's mine? Lovely.
I wouldn't worry
about your hair.
With Willis takin' the picture the
top of your heads won't be in it.
Oh, get out of the way.
Hey, Vernon. I'm shootin' at
1/30th of a second at f-2. Okay?
Yeah. That's perfect.
It'll be even more perfect if
you take the cap off the lens.
See what you made me do?
You got me so bugged,
I forgot to take it off.
Come on, Arnold.
Watch it, Earth man.
You're messin' with a dude
who's faster than a speedin' bullet
and more powerful
than a locomotive.
Arnold, you better get
your locomotive out of here
before Willis lets you
have it in your caboose.
I get the picture.
Okay, you guys. On
the count of three.
One, two, three.
Arnold.
I told you to get out of there.
I can't help it.
When I see a
camera, I lose control.
Hey, Willis, you got a
bad case of "little brother".
I'll go get the
developin' stuff ready.
All right, man.
Mr. Drummond. Yeah?
I'm gettin' tired of Arnold
always hangin' around me.
Well, I think you hang around me.
Wherever I go, you're always there.
All right. Hold it.
I think this is a case for
the Justice Department.
We'll talk about
it later at bedtime.
And that's another thing.
Why do I have to go to bed
when Arnold goes to bed?
I'm 13 and he's only eight.
I wanna be treated
different because I'm older.
Well, Willis, I guess
you do have a point there.
And that's another thing.
Arnold's always under my feet.
I'll never have any privacy
until he gets married.
Married? On my allowance?
I'm tellin' you for the last time,
Arnold, stay out of my way.
Man, I sure hate
havin' Willis mad at me.
He doesn't like me anymore.
We used to be like brothers.
Oh, now, Arnold, don't
feel that way. Come here.
Now, listen.
Willis didn't say he didn't
like you, did he, Mrs. Garrett?
Of course not.
He was sayin' that at his age,
he just needs a little more space.
But I don't take up
that much space.
He just doesn't love me anymore.
Oh, of course, he does.
He may be a little upset
with you at the moment,
but pretty soon he'll be
treatin' you in the same old way.
I hope so.
I sure miss the nice way he
used to call me "knucklehead".
Don't worry, Arnold. You'll
soon be a knucklehead again.
Thank you.
And in the meantime, it
might not be a bad idea,
if you just kind of, you know,
stayed out of his way a little. Okay?
Okay.
But I'm bound to bump
into him sooner or later.
We both use the
same john, you know.
Yeah, I know.
Hey, I suddenly know why
Willis is actin' so cuckoo.
You do?
Yeah. He's goin' through
that thing I heard about.
What thing?
Well, it comes at the
same time as pimples.
They call it puberty.
Hey, man, you sure it's dark
enough in here to develop pictures?
Close the door and
turn on the red light.
All right.
Oh, no, Arnold!
You've ruined my pictures!
I didn't even know you
were in the bathroom.
Can't you stay out
of my business?
I got business of my
own to do in there.
Nothin' left for us
to do now, Willis.
We got to start all over and
take some more pictures.
If you'll listen to me, you'll tie him up,
give him away or mail him out of town.
I'll see you later, man.
Yeah. I'll check
with you, blood.
Come out of there, Arnold!
Come on! You're in there, come on!
I've just about had it with you.
There's just no
privacy with you around.
Your nose is always
where it doesn't belong.
My nose is right
where I left it.
You know what I mean. It's
either in my drawer or my closet.
Or I'll bet you even stuck
it in my secret journal.
I didn't even know you
kept a secret journal.
Oh, yeah?
I'll bet you read what I wrote
about being a brain surgeon.
Not a brain surgeon,
an astronaut.
I thought so, Arnold. That
does it. That really does it.
You know you're not supposed to
look in my secret things. It was in my...
Boys, hold it, hold it! Hey, hold it.
Hold it! What's all the ruckus about?
Willis is mad at me 'cause
I had to go to the bathroom.
I was developing my film
in there and he ruined them.
It was an accident.
Now, Willis, I don't think
Arnold would do that on purpose.
It don't make no difference.
Every time I turn around,
there's Arnold or his toys.
I can't take it anymore. Is there
any way I can get my own room?
Your own room?
Hey, that's a great idea.
Then, I won't be kept awake
every night with his snoring.
I don't snore.
I'll wake you up some
time so you can hear it.
Now, hold it, Willis. Listen,
I understand your problem,
but you know we don't have
another bedroom in this apartment.
I'll sleep any place. I'll even
sleep in the laundry room.
Well, there isn't room
for a bed in there.
Then I'll stay here and let
Arnold sleep in the dryer.
Uh-uh.
I ain't leavin' this room.
You can sleep in the waterbed.
We don't have a waterbed.
We will when you get in the
bathtub and I turn on the faucet.
Now, just...
Guys, hold it. That
is enough, you guys.
Now look, listen.
Part of being brothers is
learning how to live with people.
And you better start learning.
You better start by learning to get along
with each other right here in this room.
Now, shake hands.
Willis, Arnold, shake hands.
Come on.
All right.
Now, you two be
nice to each other.
We will, Mr. Drummond.
We will, Mr. Drummond.
Okay.
Well, if I can't have my own room,
I'm gonna have the next best thing to it.
We're going to divide
this room in half.
Okay.
I'll take the half from
the floor up to here.
You can have the rest of
the way up to the ceiling.
We're dividing
this room equally.
And as of right now, I'm
not talkin' to you anymore.
What you talkin' about, Willis?
I said, what you
talkin' about, Willis?
Willis, Willis, ain't
you talkin' to me?
Okay. I ain't talking
to you, either.
If I was talkin' to
somebody, I'd say he
better get all of his
stuff out of the dresser,
because it's on
my side of the room.
Well, if I was
talkin' to somebody,
I'd say he'd better get all
of his stuff out of my closet,
because it's lowering the property
value on my side of the room.
I see somebody left their
fish food in my drawer.
I guess some goldfish is
gonna wind up suckin' gravel.
Hey, Willis. Don't worry,
Abraham. I'll get you some food.
Somebody touched your food
and got your nice dry worms dirty.
But it sure is nice to be
alone in my own room.
Yep. It sure is nice to
be alone in my own room.
You know, Abraham, this room will be just
perfect if I could get rid of the echo.
Since the door to the
room is on my side,
I think I'll charge 25
cents to let people out.
Since the bathroom
is on my side,
I think I'll charge a
dollar to let people in.
Well, I guess I'll
have a look at the
television since it's
on my side of the room.
Oh.
You know, there's one thing I can't stand
in my own room, Abraham, and that's noise.
Get down here,
and shake with it.
Get down here.
Get down.
Somebody better give somebody else that
remote control unit or he's gonna get it.
I hear a voice, but I
don't see anybody.
But does he see this?
Now, he sees it.
And what's he gonna do about it?
He's gonna call the police
'cause the fist is on my property.
Get out of here!
Give me that remote, you
munchkin. You little, wild turkey.
Hey, what's all the
shouting about? Hold it.
Why is all the furniture
rearranged here?
Willis wanted to
divide this room in half.
So I can have some privacy.
Now, look, fellas, there's got to be a
better solution to the problem than this.
There is. Sell
Willis to the circus.
And the first thing I'd do is
shoot you out of a cannon.
Now, you're not gonna solve
anything until you stop bickering.
Don't look at me. I
ain't said a single bick.
Now, listen.
I know you want privacy, but
this simply is not the way to get it.
Now, Willis, there must be
some way for you to get along.
As long as he stays away
from me, we'll get along just fine.
I'll do better than that.
I'll stay twice as far from
Willis as he stays from me.
Mr. Drummond, would you please
tell somebody who I ain't talkin' to,
not to mention my name out loud?
And Mr. Drummond, would you
please tell somebody who I ain't talkin' to
that as of now, I don't
even remember his name?
That's good, you...
All right, all right!
You two people who aren't talkin'
had better listen to somebody that is.
Now, just cool it.
That's an order.
Now, you've blown this thing
out of all proportion, both of you.
You get your act together.
Cool down and we'll
talk this out after dinner.
Now remember, boys,
I meant what I said.
Oh, hi, Arnold.
Ready for dinner?
I start being ready for dinner
as soon as I finish breakfast.
Where's Willis?
You mean my ex-brother?
He went out a few hours ago to
take some more dumb pictures.
Mrs. Garrett, when
are we gonna eat?
As soon as Willis gets here.
He knows dinner is at this time.
He probably won't want to eat with
me unless we cut the table in half.
Oh, now, Arnold, I'm sure you
and Willis can patch things up.
You know, even the famous
Wright brothers, Orville and Wilbur,
had an argument when
they had their first flight.
Oh, yeah? What about?
Well, they both wanted
to sit next to the window.
Orville is lucky that
Willis wasn't his brother
'cause Willis would've
shoved him out of the plane.
Oh, listen, Arnold.
Willis has come to an age
where he wants his privacy.
And you will, too, someday.
Now Willis may be a
little mad at you right now,
but, you know,
he really loves you.
You think so?
Oh, sure.
It's only when people
really love each
other that they get so
angry at one another.
Then he must
really love me a lot.
Of course he does.
And I know you
love him a lot, too.
I'll get that, Mrs.
Garrett. Okay.
Hello?
Hi, Mr. Drummond. It's Willis.
Oh, Willis, where are you?
In Harlem? What
are you doing there?
I took some more pictures and
Vernon's helping me develop them.
Oh, but it's dinnertime. I'll
come pick you up at Vernon's.
They invited me to eat here.
I see. Yes.
Is he comin' home for dinner?
Hold a second.
No, he's eating there.
They're serving black-eyed
peas, cornbread and collard greens.
Ask him if they got
room for one more.
Well, I'll pick you
up after dinner then.
Mr. Drummond, can I stay the
night over at Vernon's house?
Well, all right. Well, then,
when shall I pick you up?
You see, Mr. Drummond,
it's like this...
I see.
Yes.
Well, I think I
understand, Willis.
Well, we'll have to
talk about this, Willis.
Very well. You call me
first thing in the morning.
What's up, Mr. Drummond?
Oh, it's nothing. He just wants
to sleep at Vernon's tonight.
Oh.
Yeah, sure.
My brother who loves me
so much can't stand me.
Oh, no, no, it's
not that, Arnold.
It's just that Vernon's brother's away, so
Willis can use his room just for tonight.
You get it?
Yeah. He can't stand me.
Arnold, you didn't
touch your soup.
Well, I touched it.
I just don't feel
like swallowin' it.
This has gone far enough.
Willis isn't sure he wants
to come home for a while.
Oh, my. Is it that bad?
Well, I think I better put a stop
to this before it gets any worse.
First thing tomorrow morning, I'm
going to have a little talk with Willis.
Can you hear me up there, God?
It's me, Arnold Jackson.
The little kid on Park Avenue.
Well...
I know it's kind of late, but I
figured if I'm up, so are you.
See, I got this problem.
It's my brother, Willis. He
left 'cause he's mad at me,
and, well, and I miss him
even if he hits me with pillows
and makes my life miserable.
I promise if you send him back,
that he can have the whole place.
I mean, I don't need
that much room,
I can sleep in a drawer.
So, please, send him back to me and
if there's ever a favor I can do for you,
just let me know.
Amen, 10-4,
over and out.
Good night.
Now, that's what I call service.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
You talkin' to me?
Well, you just talked to me.
Well, I wasn't...
Oh, what's the difference
just as long as we're talkin'?
How come you're back?
Well, there I was at Vernon's,
developing film that you didn't wreck,
and in every one there was
your silly face smiling at me.
Well, I know it's silly,
but it's the only face I got.
And then I started
thinkin' about this room
and how it just wouldn't be the same
without you and your junk to trip over.
And me and my junk were
thinkin' the same about you.
I'm sorry that I
yelled at you, Arnold.
Aw!
That's okay.
I'd rather have you yell at me
than anybody. You're a great yeller.
I get a lot of practice
with you around.
Thanks.
Well, good night, Arnold.
Good night, Willis.
♪ Now the world don't move
to the beat of just one drum
♪ What might be right for
you may not be right for some
♪ A man is born
he's a man of means
♪ Then along come two
♪ They got nothin'
but their jeans
♪ But they got Diff'rent Strokes
♪ It takes Diff'rent Strokes
♪ It takes Diff'rent
Strokes to move the world
♪ Yes, it does It takes Diff'rent
Strokes to move the world ♪