Diff'rent Strokes (1978–1986): Season 5, Episode 10 - Push Comes to Shove - full transcript
When Arnold is bullied by a kid in the building, Drummond advises him not to resort to violence. However, when Drummond himself is bullied by the kid's father, who happens to be the building manager, he has trouble following his own advice.
♪ 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
♪ And 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
- Is the heat on, Kimberly?
It's chilly in here.
- Yeah, it's on Daddy.
Why don't you do some exercises?
That'll warm you up.
- Good idea.
Do an extra 20 of
those for me will ya'?
- Sure.
- I'm running a little
behind in my exercises.
In fact, I'm running
a big behind.
Hee hee.
- Wooo hooo hoo.
My but it's freezing out there.
I passed by the church
and I actually saw a blue nun.
- Hey, why don't you do
some exercises Pearl?
That'll warm you up.
- I'd rather take a
couple of hot water bottles
and put them in
strategic locations.
Don't ask where.
- 118
and 120.
There Daddy,
I did an extra 20 just for you.
- Oh thanks.
I feel better already
and I'm not even winded.
- Look out world,
here comes Kareem Abdul Jackson.
- Arnold,
the playground can be
very slippery in this weather.
You be careful now.
Oh I will Dad.
- Are you sure you're
going to be warm enough?
- Dad, under this I've got
two t-shirts,
three pairs of shorts,
and my thermal underwear.
My problem isn't getting cold
it's going to the bathroom.
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- Hey, what do 'ya
think you're doin'?
- What's it to you?
- Plenty.
I said, what do 'ya
think you're doin'?
- I'm waiting for
the cross-town bus.
- Don't give me
any of your lip, runt.
- Runt?
Runt?
Who you callin' runt?
- Well, you're the
only runt around here.
And you're not supposed to
play basketball in the halls.
Understand?
- Gimme a second,
I'm still workin' on runt.
Anyway, mind your own business.
- This is my business.
My dad's the new
building manager.
Which makes me second
in charge around here.
Get the picture?
- Yeah,
and the picture looks a
little overdeveloped, chubbo.
- Chubbo?
Chubbo?
And I'm confiscating this ball.
- Hey,
hey gimme my...
Ohhhh.
Gimme my basketball.
- See ya', runt.
- Come back here.
What is this?
A guy steps out of the elevator.
Gives me the shaft.
- Hey Dad.
Do you need me for anything?
I thought maybe I'd go to
the school library for a while.
- What?
Studying on Saturday?
- Well, yeah.
In a way.
They're having tryouts for
the girl's cheerleading team.
- Figures.
- Yeah and lots of 'em.
I just love the way they
shake their pom poms.
- Daddy, that is all
he ever thinks about.
Say something to him.
- All right.
Willis, I think
I'll go with you.
- I give up.
- How do you like that guy?
- What guy?
What is the matter, Arnold?
- I waited for the elevator.
The doors open.
This kid steps out.
Grabs my basketball and blows.
- You mean you
just let him take it?
- No, he pushed me down.
He was bigger than me.
He looked like a
whale with freckles.
- Well you just point
him out to me, bro'
and I'll punch his
lights out for you.
- No Willis.
I can punch his
lights out myself.
You just hold him down for me.
- Yeah, we can kick him.
We can step on him...
- Okay, okay.
Time.
You guys are not
going to punch anyone.
Now you know how
I feel about fighting.
Fighting never
settles anything.
- Well it could settle his nose
deeper into his face.
- That would help his looks.
- Hey Arnold
who is this kid
who took your ball?
- He said he's the new
building manager's son
and that I can't be
dribblin' in the halls.
And he called me a runt.
- A runt?
Hah, I may give this
bully a shot myself.
- Don't worry.
I'll call the new manager
and I'll settle this thing.
- Mr. Drummond?
- Yes.
- Good morning.
I'm Louis Garth,
the new manager.
- Oh hello.
I was going to call you.
Please come in, won't you?
- Hey, isn't that my basketball?
- Indeed it is.
And here you are young man.
- Thanks.
- Mr. Garth,
this is my daughter Kimberly.
My son Willis,
and of course my son Arnold.
- Hello - Hello.
- I'm afraid our boys had
a little misunderstanding.
But boys will be boys.
I'm sure it won't happen again.
- Well it was very nice of you
to bring the ball
over, Mr. Garth.
By the way,
do you have time to
stay for a cup of coffee?
- Yes, thank you.
Please, call me Louis.
- And I'm Phil, Louis.
Excuse me a minute.
Pearl.
Please have a seat, Louis.
- Yes, Mr. Drummond.
- Could we trouble you
for some coffee, please?
- Oh no trouble at all.
The Columbians did all the work.
- Mr. Garth,
why don't you tell your son
to stop picking on kids
who are smaller than he is?
- Yeah.
He's lucky my
muscles are all tied up
in my underwear.
- Easy guys.
Easy.
Mr. Garth has just said
that it won't happen again.
- I don't blame Arnold
for being a little angry.
I'm afraid Bobby
overstepped his bounds.
- Yeah, Arnold said
Bobby just came right up
and took the ball away from him.
- Now that's not quite
accurate, Kimberly.
Arnold was playing
ball in the hall
and that's against
the rules, isn't it?
- Is that true, Arnold?
Were you playing with the ball?
- Well, not exactly.
I was just bouncing it.
- Bouncing is playing,
isn't it, little neighbor?
And we don't wish to disturb
our other tenants, do we?
- This guy's been watchin'
too much Mr. Rogers.
- Well, I can't disagree
with what you're
saying, Mr. Garth.
And we won't do that
again, will we Arnold?
- No, I guess we won't.
- Because if we do,
we'll be punished.
- We're aware of that.
- Here we are.
Piping hot.
- Thank you, Pearl.
Louis, this is Pearl
Gallagher our housekeeper.
Mr. Garth is the new
manager of the building.
- Mr. Garth, cream and sugar?
- No, sugar's bad for you
and cream gives you cholesterol.
- What's the difference?
The caffeine will
kill you anyway?
- Phil, while I'm here.
There are a few new rules
I think I should go over
with you and your family.
- New rules?
- What kind of rules?
- Well for one thing
there won't be anymore
barbecuing on the terraces.
Too many complaints
about the smoke.
- Excuse me, Louis.
We live on the top floor.
Smoke rises.
I'm sure He's not
gonna complain.
- What's He gonna say?
Holy smoke?
- Sorry, I can't make
any exceptions, Phil.
Fair enough, Louis.
What else?
- Now this applies
to your servant.
When she comes and
goes from the building
I think it would be
better if she would use
the service
entrance in the back.
- Service entrance?
- Hey, that's an
insult to ask her
to come in the back way.
- Yeah, Pearl's
like a mother to us.
- Yeah, except she gets
paid for cookin' and cleanin'
and doesn't have to kiss dad.
- Well, I appreciate your
loyalty to your servant
but I'm afraid some of
our other tenants aren't
quite so liberal.
It doesn't look good.
You know what I mean, Phil?
- Uh no, as a matter
of fact I don't, Louis.
We'll have to discuss
that one a little further.
- That's all right,
Mr. Drummond.
I'll use the back entrance.
And I'll hose myself
down before entering.
- Is that it, Mr. Garth?
- No, uh, just a few
more little things, Phil.
No more bottles down
the garbage chute.
- What would you like
us to do with them?
Have them gift wrapped
and sent to the city dump?
- I'm afraid you'll have
to have your domestic
carry them down on
the freight elevator.
- Oh, the domestic
would love that.
Excuse me while I go
do something menial.
- By the way, Phil
in looking over your lease,
I notice that it restricts
you to four tenants
in this apartment.
I see we have five.
- No problem.
I'll just throw one of
the kids off the balcony.
- I volunteer Willis.
- No, it's true, Mr. Garth,
we are five instead of four
but one of us doesn't
occupy very much space.
- If it'll help I can
sleep in a drawer.
- Oh what the heck.
I guess we can
overlook one little rule.
- Aw gee, you're
such a terrific guy.
- Thank you.
Well folks,
you know I would
love to stay and chat
but I really do have to go.
- Aww.
- Aww.
- Mr. Drummond.
- Do you believe that guy?
He wasn't born.
He was defrosted.
- It was like we're in the army.
The next thing you know
we'll be having roll
call in the morning
and a bed check at night.
- Yeah, I'd love to
play Taps on his head.
- Now easy kids.
Mr. Garth just happens
to have the sort of
personality you
kinda dislike at first.
But I'm sure that when
you get to know him
you'll find that he's
a first-class stinker.
- Well, I have to go.
- Yeah, I better
get my warm jacket.
- Arnold,
no playing basketball
in the hall now.
- I won't.
That fat rat's liable to
crawl out of his hole.
- Ah ha.
Caught ya again, runt.
- What do you do,
live in that elevator
balloon butt?
- I thought I told you
not to dribble that
ball in the hallway.
- I am not dribbling it.
I am holding it, pea brain.
Can't you tell the difference?
- Don't lie to me.
You stopped when the
elevator door opened.
- I'm not lying.
And I wasn't dribbling.
And if I wanted to dribble,
I would dribble.
- Oh yeah?
- Yeah.
And if you try and stop me
it'll be dribbling
from your nose.
How does this grab you?
Yeah, I'm dribbling.
Now what cha' gonna do about it?
- Gimme that ball.
- No way.
- I said gimme it.
- That's what you get
for messin' with Arnold
Jackson, lard butt.
- Back so soon, Arnold?
- Hey, things are looking up.
He came back with
his ball this time.
- Uh, Dad I think maybe
I'm in a little trouble.
On second thought,
I'm positive I'm in big trouble.
- Arnold, have you been
playing basketball
in the hall again?
- No honest.
- Then what happened?
Did Mr. Garth catch you
smiling on the premises?
- I kinda had another run
in with Bobby the blimp.
- What d'ya mean 'kinda'?
- Well, he kinda asked for it.
So I kinda stuck my foot out
and he kinda tripped
and kinda fell on
his big fat face.
- Way to go, bro'.
Glad to see you
cream that turkey.
- Yeah, I'm proud of ya' for not
lettin' him push
you around, Arnold.
- Well I'm not.
What have I always told you?
Even if Bobby had it coming,
fighting never solves anything.
- But he started it, Dad.
- And you had to finish it, huh?
- Yeah.
I'll never forget the splat
when he hit the floor.
- Arnold you can't
just go around
shoving and hitting people.
You've got to learn
to control your temper.
And if there's a problem,
you discuss it like a gentleman.
- A gentleman?
With Conan the Barbarian?
The only thing a guy like
Bobby understands is brute force.
He's lucky the
elevator door closed
before I gave him my left,
my right
and then an upper cut
and I knock him down
and step on him.
- Arnold.
Stop.
That's enough.
Look, his face is a bloody pulp.
- That's gotta be Mr. Garth.
I'll settle this whole thing.
- All right, Drummond,
no more Mr. Nice Guy.
I've about had it with
that snotty kid of yours.
- You can't talk that
way about Willis.
- Now you know who I mean.
- Now just one
minute, Mr. Garth.
- Your kid was playing
in the hall again.
This time he slugged my boy.
What are you gonna do about it?
- If what you say is true
Arnold will be punished
and I will see to it that
he apologizes to your son.
- What d'ya mean 'if'?
I just said it was true.
You'll apologize
now you little punk.
- Hey, you can't call my
little brother a punk, man.
- Shut up, loud mouth.
- Hey, you can't
call my brother that.
- Quiet Goldilocks.
- Hold it right
there, Mr. Garth.
I don't like the
tone of your voice.
And I think you
are way out of line.
- Well, nobody's talkin'
to you, money bags.
- You can't talk to
my father like that.
- You know, you rich guys
are all alike.
You think you can
do anything you want.
- Don't you poke me.
- Oh I'll poke you
when I wanna poke you.
Because you're a lousy tenant.
You're a miserable father
and I've had it up to here
with your obnoxious brats.
- That did it.
- Uh huh.
Hit 'em Daddy.
- I guess I lost my head.
- I guess he lost a tooth.
- Yes.
Yes I'm sure you
checked thoroughly
but please check again.
This is an emergency.
- That Mr. Garth is
nothing but an animal
turning off our heat like this.
- It's like a meat
locker in here.
All I need now is Grade A
Prime stamped on my rump.
- Listen.
You must have
one room available.
My family is freezing.
Look.
If President Reagan came to town
would you have a room for him?
Well he isn't here.
We'll take his room.
Hello.
Hello.
Not a room in town.
All the commuters
are staying in the city
because of this blizzard.
- How long is Garth
going to keep this up?
- What a nerve,
telling us our
furnace broke down.
He's lying through his teeth.
- All except the one
Dad knocked out.
- Damn this makes me mad.
I know I shouldn't have hit him,
but this kind of retaliation is
absolutely uncalled for.
- Well at least we
still have hot water.
- Oh, which reminds me.
Your three minutes are up.
- Oh darn, Pearl.
- Would you mind
sharing that with me?
You know cheek to cheek.
- Well,
we can try
but I think I might
out-cheek you.
- Daddy, he turned
off the hot water
right in the middle
of my shower.
- Oh no.
I'll kill him.
No, I didn't mean that.
If I was a different
sort of person
I'd kill him.
- Kimberly, are you gonna
be warm enough, Honey?
- Oh sure, Pearl.
All I gotta do is
plug myself in.
Daddy, you know
you really should have
taken your own advice
about not fighting.
- I know.
What is it about the male animal
that turns him
into a raging bear
whenever his family's attacked?
I guess I'm just a throw
back to the cave man.
- Dad, somebody's
at the cave door.
- I'll get it Mr. Drummond.
- No, Pearl.
Don't get off your bottle.
- Don't hit me.
- What little surprise do
you have for us this time?
Have you shut off the plumbing?
Are we down to our last flush?
- I just wanted to
say how sorry I am
that your heating broke.
But don't these things happen at
the most unfortunate times?
- You know that's not true.
And I know that's not true.
- Oh, not at all.
And just to show you
my good intentions
I brought you wonderful news.
- The heating's fixed?
- No.
I'm suing you for
assault and battery.
- Hey Dad, as long
as he's suing you
hit 'im again.
- Willis, we don't
do that kind of thing.
- We don't,
but you do.
- And that's not all, Drummond.
You'll be getting a
bill from my dentist.
And here's an eviction notice.
Remember?
Five people in the apartment?
You should be out on
the streets by Christmas.
- Garth, I've had it up
to my eyebrows with you
and you know what
I'm going to do?
- Go ahead, hit me.
I'll sue you for
the whole bridge.
- I am going to
talk to the owner
of this apartment
building about you.
- Be my guest.
- I'm sure he has no
idea what a complete
and utter fool you are.
- Yes he does.
He's my father-in-law.
- Daddy can he really evict us?
- I'm afraid he may have a case.
- When the agency told me
I'd be working on Park Avenue
I never thought they
meant the street.
- Well I'm gonna call the
owner of the building anyway.
- He'll probably shut
off the electricity.
- I better go get some candles.
- No need to do that Arnold.
I'll straighten everything out.
- I definitely better
go get some candles.
- This is really serious.
Dad could go to jail
for hitting that guy.
- Well at least he'd
have a place to sleep.
We'll be out on the street.
- Don't worry Willis.
Dad's rich.
He can get the best
judge money can buy.
- Yeah, but what are we
gonna do about getting evicted?
- No sweat guys.
Dad will just get us
another good place to live.
- Yeah, but I've lived
here since I was born.
This place has a lot of
wonderful memories for me.
- It has for us too.
Hey Arnold.
Remember all the times
Mama used to bring us here
when she worked for Dad?
- Yeah, and we used to pretend
that this was our castle.
And Kimberly was
the beautiful princess.
I was?
- Yep, and I was
the handsome prince.
- No Willis.
You were the frog.
We never made it to the part
where you turned
into the prince.
- Gee, it'd be just awful if
we had to move from here.
We might even have to
go to different schools.
- Hey that's right.
Hey, we're gonna
lose all our friends.
- Yeah, and I was just
elected Class President.
I'd have to give that up.
I'd be the second American
president who had to resign.
- Mr. Drummond.
- Yes?
Mr. Sloan.
- That's right.
- Thank you very
much for coming over.
Won't you come in?
May I take your coat?
- Are you crazy?
It's freezing in here.
It's warmer outside.
- Yeah, that's one of the
reasons I asked you to drop by.
- So you're the man who
punched my son-in-law, eh?
- I assure you Mr. Sloan,
I'm not at all proud
of having done that.
- Oh that's too bad.
I've been wanting to
do that to him for years.
I would like to shake your hand.
- You're kidding?
- That Garth is an idiot.
He can't do anything right.
I don't know what my
daughter sees in him.
Thirteen years of marriage
and he gives me
only one grandson.
- Like you said, he
can't do anything right.
Oh excuse me, Mr. Sloan.
Here's my family.
Kids, I'd like you
to meet Mr. Sloan
who's the owner
of this building.
My daughter Kimberly.
My son Willis
and my son Arnold.
- Is he a stinker
like the other guy?
- Ahh, let's all sit down?
- So, you're the one
who got into the brawl
with my grandson, eh?
- Yes, sir.
I'm sorry about that.
- Oh don't be.
Little monster
probably deserved it.
He's a rotten chip
off a rotten block.
Mr. Sloan, you're
my kind of landlord.
- Hey Dad, have you worked
things out with Mr. Sloan yet?
- Uh, no not yet.
- What do you say, Mr. Sloan?
I would really prefer
not to go to court
over this thing.
- Oh forget all that nonsense.
No, no.
My son-in-law will do
whatever I tell him to do.
Badly, but he'll do it.
- Well, thank you very much.
That's really very kind of you.
- Uh, what about the
eviction notice, Mr. Sloan?
- Oh no no.
That's more nonsense.
- And the heat?
- The heat will be turned
back on within the hour.
- And the hot water?
- Same thing.
- Oh great.
- Then everything's okay?
- Not quite.
- What'chu talkin'
'bout, Mr. Sloan.
- Tell me.
This is a lovely apartment.
How long have you been
living here, Mr. Drummond?
- Over 18 years.
- Mr. Drummond, if I
were to put this apartment
back on the market.
At today's prices I
could get three times
the rent that you pay me.
- You probably could,
but I have a lease.
- An illegal one.
Five people in the apartment.
That is a no no.
- Oh oh.
- However, in exchange
for dropping the legal suit
and forgetting about
the eviction notice,
I would be willing to
give you a new lease.
- Not at three times the rent?
- You got it.
- I think that is what
they refer to as say,
blackmail.
- I prefer to
think of it as say,
plea bargaining.
- Dad, I think he's
got you over a say,
barrel.
- Mr. Sloan,
that is pretty stiff.
- That is the whole point.
- How about just
doubling my rent?
- My ears get numb
when it's so cold.
I couldn't hear
a thing you said.
I said it looks
like we got a deal.
- That I heard.
Well I think I better
be running along.
It has been absolutely
delightful to meet all of you.
And it's a great
pleasure doing business
with you, Mr. Drummond.
- Yes, I'm sure it was.
Good day, sir.
- Well I hope you
all learned something
from my stupid act of violence.
Hitting Mr. Garth
is going to cost me
about $28,000 a year.
- Well, was it worth it Dad?
- Yes.
♪ 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 nothing
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
♪ And 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
- Is the heat on, Kimberly?
It's chilly in here.
- Yeah, it's on Daddy.
Why don't you do some exercises?
That'll warm you up.
- Good idea.
Do an extra 20 of
those for me will ya'?
- Sure.
- I'm running a little
behind in my exercises.
In fact, I'm running
a big behind.
Hee hee.
- Wooo hooo hoo.
My but it's freezing out there.
I passed by the church
and I actually saw a blue nun.
- Hey, why don't you do
some exercises Pearl?
That'll warm you up.
- I'd rather take a
couple of hot water bottles
and put them in
strategic locations.
Don't ask where.
- 118
and 120.
There Daddy,
I did an extra 20 just for you.
- Oh thanks.
I feel better already
and I'm not even winded.
- Look out world,
here comes Kareem Abdul Jackson.
- Arnold,
the playground can be
very slippery in this weather.
You be careful now.
Oh I will Dad.
- Are you sure you're
going to be warm enough?
- Dad, under this I've got
two t-shirts,
three pairs of shorts,
and my thermal underwear.
My problem isn't getting cold
it's going to the bathroom.
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- Hey, what do 'ya
think you're doin'?
- What's it to you?
- Plenty.
I said, what do 'ya
think you're doin'?
- I'm waiting for
the cross-town bus.
- Don't give me
any of your lip, runt.
- Runt?
Runt?
Who you callin' runt?
- Well, you're the
only runt around here.
And you're not supposed to
play basketball in the halls.
Understand?
- Gimme a second,
I'm still workin' on runt.
Anyway, mind your own business.
- This is my business.
My dad's the new
building manager.
Which makes me second
in charge around here.
Get the picture?
- Yeah,
and the picture looks a
little overdeveloped, chubbo.
- Chubbo?
Chubbo?
And I'm confiscating this ball.
- Hey,
hey gimme my...
Ohhhh.
Gimme my basketball.
- See ya', runt.
- Come back here.
What is this?
A guy steps out of the elevator.
Gives me the shaft.
- Hey Dad.
Do you need me for anything?
I thought maybe I'd go to
the school library for a while.
- What?
Studying on Saturday?
- Well, yeah.
In a way.
They're having tryouts for
the girl's cheerleading team.
- Figures.
- Yeah and lots of 'em.
I just love the way they
shake their pom poms.
- Daddy, that is all
he ever thinks about.
Say something to him.
- All right.
Willis, I think
I'll go with you.
- I give up.
- How do you like that guy?
- What guy?
What is the matter, Arnold?
- I waited for the elevator.
The doors open.
This kid steps out.
Grabs my basketball and blows.
- You mean you
just let him take it?
- No, he pushed me down.
He was bigger than me.
He looked like a
whale with freckles.
- Well you just point
him out to me, bro'
and I'll punch his
lights out for you.
- No Willis.
I can punch his
lights out myself.
You just hold him down for me.
- Yeah, we can kick him.
We can step on him...
- Okay, okay.
Time.
You guys are not
going to punch anyone.
Now you know how
I feel about fighting.
Fighting never
settles anything.
- Well it could settle his nose
deeper into his face.
- That would help his looks.
- Hey Arnold
who is this kid
who took your ball?
- He said he's the new
building manager's son
and that I can't be
dribblin' in the halls.
And he called me a runt.
- A runt?
Hah, I may give this
bully a shot myself.
- Don't worry.
I'll call the new manager
and I'll settle this thing.
- Mr. Drummond?
- Yes.
- Good morning.
I'm Louis Garth,
the new manager.
- Oh hello.
I was going to call you.
Please come in, won't you?
- Hey, isn't that my basketball?
- Indeed it is.
And here you are young man.
- Thanks.
- Mr. Garth,
this is my daughter Kimberly.
My son Willis,
and of course my son Arnold.
- Hello - Hello.
- I'm afraid our boys had
a little misunderstanding.
But boys will be boys.
I'm sure it won't happen again.
- Well it was very nice of you
to bring the ball
over, Mr. Garth.
By the way,
do you have time to
stay for a cup of coffee?
- Yes, thank you.
Please, call me Louis.
- And I'm Phil, Louis.
Excuse me a minute.
Pearl.
Please have a seat, Louis.
- Yes, Mr. Drummond.
- Could we trouble you
for some coffee, please?
- Oh no trouble at all.
The Columbians did all the work.
- Mr. Garth,
why don't you tell your son
to stop picking on kids
who are smaller than he is?
- Yeah.
He's lucky my
muscles are all tied up
in my underwear.
- Easy guys.
Easy.
Mr. Garth has just said
that it won't happen again.
- I don't blame Arnold
for being a little angry.
I'm afraid Bobby
overstepped his bounds.
- Yeah, Arnold said
Bobby just came right up
and took the ball away from him.
- Now that's not quite
accurate, Kimberly.
Arnold was playing
ball in the hall
and that's against
the rules, isn't it?
- Is that true, Arnold?
Were you playing with the ball?
- Well, not exactly.
I was just bouncing it.
- Bouncing is playing,
isn't it, little neighbor?
And we don't wish to disturb
our other tenants, do we?
- This guy's been watchin'
too much Mr. Rogers.
- Well, I can't disagree
with what you're
saying, Mr. Garth.
And we won't do that
again, will we Arnold?
- No, I guess we won't.
- Because if we do,
we'll be punished.
- We're aware of that.
- Here we are.
Piping hot.
- Thank you, Pearl.
Louis, this is Pearl
Gallagher our housekeeper.
Mr. Garth is the new
manager of the building.
- Mr. Garth, cream and sugar?
- No, sugar's bad for you
and cream gives you cholesterol.
- What's the difference?
The caffeine will
kill you anyway?
- Phil, while I'm here.
There are a few new rules
I think I should go over
with you and your family.
- New rules?
- What kind of rules?
- Well for one thing
there won't be anymore
barbecuing on the terraces.
Too many complaints
about the smoke.
- Excuse me, Louis.
We live on the top floor.
Smoke rises.
I'm sure He's not
gonna complain.
- What's He gonna say?
Holy smoke?
- Sorry, I can't make
any exceptions, Phil.
Fair enough, Louis.
What else?
- Now this applies
to your servant.
When she comes and
goes from the building
I think it would be
better if she would use
the service
entrance in the back.
- Service entrance?
- Hey, that's an
insult to ask her
to come in the back way.
- Yeah, Pearl's
like a mother to us.
- Yeah, except she gets
paid for cookin' and cleanin'
and doesn't have to kiss dad.
- Well, I appreciate your
loyalty to your servant
but I'm afraid some of
our other tenants aren't
quite so liberal.
It doesn't look good.
You know what I mean, Phil?
- Uh no, as a matter
of fact I don't, Louis.
We'll have to discuss
that one a little further.
- That's all right,
Mr. Drummond.
I'll use the back entrance.
And I'll hose myself
down before entering.
- Is that it, Mr. Garth?
- No, uh, just a few
more little things, Phil.
No more bottles down
the garbage chute.
- What would you like
us to do with them?
Have them gift wrapped
and sent to the city dump?
- I'm afraid you'll have
to have your domestic
carry them down on
the freight elevator.
- Oh, the domestic
would love that.
Excuse me while I go
do something menial.
- By the way, Phil
in looking over your lease,
I notice that it restricts
you to four tenants
in this apartment.
I see we have five.
- No problem.
I'll just throw one of
the kids off the balcony.
- I volunteer Willis.
- No, it's true, Mr. Garth,
we are five instead of four
but one of us doesn't
occupy very much space.
- If it'll help I can
sleep in a drawer.
- Oh what the heck.
I guess we can
overlook one little rule.
- Aw gee, you're
such a terrific guy.
- Thank you.
Well folks,
you know I would
love to stay and chat
but I really do have to go.
- Aww.
- Aww.
- Mr. Drummond.
- Do you believe that guy?
He wasn't born.
He was defrosted.
- It was like we're in the army.
The next thing you know
we'll be having roll
call in the morning
and a bed check at night.
- Yeah, I'd love to
play Taps on his head.
- Now easy kids.
Mr. Garth just happens
to have the sort of
personality you
kinda dislike at first.
But I'm sure that when
you get to know him
you'll find that he's
a first-class stinker.
- Well, I have to go.
- Yeah, I better
get my warm jacket.
- Arnold,
no playing basketball
in the hall now.
- I won't.
That fat rat's liable to
crawl out of his hole.
- Ah ha.
Caught ya again, runt.
- What do you do,
live in that elevator
balloon butt?
- I thought I told you
not to dribble that
ball in the hallway.
- I am not dribbling it.
I am holding it, pea brain.
Can't you tell the difference?
- Don't lie to me.
You stopped when the
elevator door opened.
- I'm not lying.
And I wasn't dribbling.
And if I wanted to dribble,
I would dribble.
- Oh yeah?
- Yeah.
And if you try and stop me
it'll be dribbling
from your nose.
How does this grab you?
Yeah, I'm dribbling.
Now what cha' gonna do about it?
- Gimme that ball.
- No way.
- I said gimme it.
- That's what you get
for messin' with Arnold
Jackson, lard butt.
- Back so soon, Arnold?
- Hey, things are looking up.
He came back with
his ball this time.
- Uh, Dad I think maybe
I'm in a little trouble.
On second thought,
I'm positive I'm in big trouble.
- Arnold, have you been
playing basketball
in the hall again?
- No honest.
- Then what happened?
Did Mr. Garth catch you
smiling on the premises?
- I kinda had another run
in with Bobby the blimp.
- What d'ya mean 'kinda'?
- Well, he kinda asked for it.
So I kinda stuck my foot out
and he kinda tripped
and kinda fell on
his big fat face.
- Way to go, bro'.
Glad to see you
cream that turkey.
- Yeah, I'm proud of ya' for not
lettin' him push
you around, Arnold.
- Well I'm not.
What have I always told you?
Even if Bobby had it coming,
fighting never solves anything.
- But he started it, Dad.
- And you had to finish it, huh?
- Yeah.
I'll never forget the splat
when he hit the floor.
- Arnold you can't
just go around
shoving and hitting people.
You've got to learn
to control your temper.
And if there's a problem,
you discuss it like a gentleman.
- A gentleman?
With Conan the Barbarian?
The only thing a guy like
Bobby understands is brute force.
He's lucky the
elevator door closed
before I gave him my left,
my right
and then an upper cut
and I knock him down
and step on him.
- Arnold.
Stop.
That's enough.
Look, his face is a bloody pulp.
- That's gotta be Mr. Garth.
I'll settle this whole thing.
- All right, Drummond,
no more Mr. Nice Guy.
I've about had it with
that snotty kid of yours.
- You can't talk that
way about Willis.
- Now you know who I mean.
- Now just one
minute, Mr. Garth.
- Your kid was playing
in the hall again.
This time he slugged my boy.
What are you gonna do about it?
- If what you say is true
Arnold will be punished
and I will see to it that
he apologizes to your son.
- What d'ya mean 'if'?
I just said it was true.
You'll apologize
now you little punk.
- Hey, you can't call my
little brother a punk, man.
- Shut up, loud mouth.
- Hey, you can't
call my brother that.
- Quiet Goldilocks.
- Hold it right
there, Mr. Garth.
I don't like the
tone of your voice.
And I think you
are way out of line.
- Well, nobody's talkin'
to you, money bags.
- You can't talk to
my father like that.
- You know, you rich guys
are all alike.
You think you can
do anything you want.
- Don't you poke me.
- Oh I'll poke you
when I wanna poke you.
Because you're a lousy tenant.
You're a miserable father
and I've had it up to here
with your obnoxious brats.
- That did it.
- Uh huh.
Hit 'em Daddy.
- I guess I lost my head.
- I guess he lost a tooth.
- Yes.
Yes I'm sure you
checked thoroughly
but please check again.
This is an emergency.
- That Mr. Garth is
nothing but an animal
turning off our heat like this.
- It's like a meat
locker in here.
All I need now is Grade A
Prime stamped on my rump.
- Listen.
You must have
one room available.
My family is freezing.
Look.
If President Reagan came to town
would you have a room for him?
Well he isn't here.
We'll take his room.
Hello.
Hello.
Not a room in town.
All the commuters
are staying in the city
because of this blizzard.
- How long is Garth
going to keep this up?
- What a nerve,
telling us our
furnace broke down.
He's lying through his teeth.
- All except the one
Dad knocked out.
- Damn this makes me mad.
I know I shouldn't have hit him,
but this kind of retaliation is
absolutely uncalled for.
- Well at least we
still have hot water.
- Oh, which reminds me.
Your three minutes are up.
- Oh darn, Pearl.
- Would you mind
sharing that with me?
You know cheek to cheek.
- Well,
we can try
but I think I might
out-cheek you.
- Daddy, he turned
off the hot water
right in the middle
of my shower.
- Oh no.
I'll kill him.
No, I didn't mean that.
If I was a different
sort of person
I'd kill him.
- Kimberly, are you gonna
be warm enough, Honey?
- Oh sure, Pearl.
All I gotta do is
plug myself in.
Daddy, you know
you really should have
taken your own advice
about not fighting.
- I know.
What is it about the male animal
that turns him
into a raging bear
whenever his family's attacked?
I guess I'm just a throw
back to the cave man.
- Dad, somebody's
at the cave door.
- I'll get it Mr. Drummond.
- No, Pearl.
Don't get off your bottle.
- Don't hit me.
- What little surprise do
you have for us this time?
Have you shut off the plumbing?
Are we down to our last flush?
- I just wanted to
say how sorry I am
that your heating broke.
But don't these things happen at
the most unfortunate times?
- You know that's not true.
And I know that's not true.
- Oh, not at all.
And just to show you
my good intentions
I brought you wonderful news.
- The heating's fixed?
- No.
I'm suing you for
assault and battery.
- Hey Dad, as long
as he's suing you
hit 'im again.
- Willis, we don't
do that kind of thing.
- We don't,
but you do.
- And that's not all, Drummond.
You'll be getting a
bill from my dentist.
And here's an eviction notice.
Remember?
Five people in the apartment?
You should be out on
the streets by Christmas.
- Garth, I've had it up
to my eyebrows with you
and you know what
I'm going to do?
- Go ahead, hit me.
I'll sue you for
the whole bridge.
- I am going to
talk to the owner
of this apartment
building about you.
- Be my guest.
- I'm sure he has no
idea what a complete
and utter fool you are.
- Yes he does.
He's my father-in-law.
- Daddy can he really evict us?
- I'm afraid he may have a case.
- When the agency told me
I'd be working on Park Avenue
I never thought they
meant the street.
- Well I'm gonna call the
owner of the building anyway.
- He'll probably shut
off the electricity.
- I better go get some candles.
- No need to do that Arnold.
I'll straighten everything out.
- I definitely better
go get some candles.
- This is really serious.
Dad could go to jail
for hitting that guy.
- Well at least he'd
have a place to sleep.
We'll be out on the street.
- Don't worry Willis.
Dad's rich.
He can get the best
judge money can buy.
- Yeah, but what are we
gonna do about getting evicted?
- No sweat guys.
Dad will just get us
another good place to live.
- Yeah, but I've lived
here since I was born.
This place has a lot of
wonderful memories for me.
- It has for us too.
Hey Arnold.
Remember all the times
Mama used to bring us here
when she worked for Dad?
- Yeah, and we used to pretend
that this was our castle.
And Kimberly was
the beautiful princess.
I was?
- Yep, and I was
the handsome prince.
- No Willis.
You were the frog.
We never made it to the part
where you turned
into the prince.
- Gee, it'd be just awful if
we had to move from here.
We might even have to
go to different schools.
- Hey that's right.
Hey, we're gonna
lose all our friends.
- Yeah, and I was just
elected Class President.
I'd have to give that up.
I'd be the second American
president who had to resign.
- Mr. Drummond.
- Yes?
Mr. Sloan.
- That's right.
- Thank you very
much for coming over.
Won't you come in?
May I take your coat?
- Are you crazy?
It's freezing in here.
It's warmer outside.
- Yeah, that's one of the
reasons I asked you to drop by.
- So you're the man who
punched my son-in-law, eh?
- I assure you Mr. Sloan,
I'm not at all proud
of having done that.
- Oh that's too bad.
I've been wanting to
do that to him for years.
I would like to shake your hand.
- You're kidding?
- That Garth is an idiot.
He can't do anything right.
I don't know what my
daughter sees in him.
Thirteen years of marriage
and he gives me
only one grandson.
- Like you said, he
can't do anything right.
Oh excuse me, Mr. Sloan.
Here's my family.
Kids, I'd like you
to meet Mr. Sloan
who's the owner
of this building.
My daughter Kimberly.
My son Willis
and my son Arnold.
- Is he a stinker
like the other guy?
- Ahh, let's all sit down?
- So, you're the one
who got into the brawl
with my grandson, eh?
- Yes, sir.
I'm sorry about that.
- Oh don't be.
Little monster
probably deserved it.
He's a rotten chip
off a rotten block.
Mr. Sloan, you're
my kind of landlord.
- Hey Dad, have you worked
things out with Mr. Sloan yet?
- Uh, no not yet.
- What do you say, Mr. Sloan?
I would really prefer
not to go to court
over this thing.
- Oh forget all that nonsense.
No, no.
My son-in-law will do
whatever I tell him to do.
Badly, but he'll do it.
- Well, thank you very much.
That's really very kind of you.
- Uh, what about the
eviction notice, Mr. Sloan?
- Oh no no.
That's more nonsense.
- And the heat?
- The heat will be turned
back on within the hour.
- And the hot water?
- Same thing.
- Oh great.
- Then everything's okay?
- Not quite.
- What'chu talkin'
'bout, Mr. Sloan.
- Tell me.
This is a lovely apartment.
How long have you been
living here, Mr. Drummond?
- Over 18 years.
- Mr. Drummond, if I
were to put this apartment
back on the market.
At today's prices I
could get three times
the rent that you pay me.
- You probably could,
but I have a lease.
- An illegal one.
Five people in the apartment.
That is a no no.
- Oh oh.
- However, in exchange
for dropping the legal suit
and forgetting about
the eviction notice,
I would be willing to
give you a new lease.
- Not at three times the rent?
- You got it.
- I think that is what
they refer to as say,
blackmail.
- I prefer to
think of it as say,
plea bargaining.
- Dad, I think he's
got you over a say,
barrel.
- Mr. Sloan,
that is pretty stiff.
- That is the whole point.
- How about just
doubling my rent?
- My ears get numb
when it's so cold.
I couldn't hear
a thing you said.
I said it looks
like we got a deal.
- That I heard.
Well I think I better
be running along.
It has been absolutely
delightful to meet all of you.
And it's a great
pleasure doing business
with you, Mr. Drummond.
- Yes, I'm sure it was.
Good day, sir.
- Well I hope you
all learned something
from my stupid act of violence.
Hitting Mr. Garth
is going to cost me
about $28,000 a year.
- Well, was it worth it Dad?
- Yes.
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♪ Then along come two
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