Leave It to Beaver (1957–1963): Season 3, Episode 19 - Wally's Election - full transcript

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- Say, dear, have you seen my...
- Hi, dear.

- Hi. Listen, have you
seen my car key?
- It's on the dresser.

No, it's not. I've
looked all over for it.

Where's the one you keep hidden?

That's the one I'm looking
for. I lost the old one last week.

- Now, look, dear...
- Hey, Mom!

Mom, I've got to have
a coconut cake. Hi, Dad.

Good morning. Have
you seen my car key?

- Uh-uh.
- A coconut cake?



Yeah, Mom. We're having
a cake sale at school,

and I signed you up
for a coconut cake.

Well, dear, I guess I could
get one today at the baker,

and then you could
take it tomorrow.

Gee, Mom, you can't do that.
It's got to be baked at home.

Dear. Dear, come on.

Sit down and have your coffee.

- Beaver, look. I'll see what I can do.
- Thanks, Mom.

Good-bye, Mom.

Good-bye, honey.

Dear, are you sure you
haven't seen my car key?

I saw it on the dresser.

Dad. Say, Dad, would
you please sign this?

- Have you seen my car key?
- Uh-uh. If you'll just
sign it right down there.



- What is it?
- A thing saying you'll take
an ad in the school yearbook.

Wait a minute. How
much does it cost?

Well, for 10 bucks you
can get a whole full page,

and for $2.00 you can
be an anonymous friend.

- I'll think it over.
- Oh, but, Dad...

Wait a minute.

It's my car key.

Say, Mom, would you like
to buy an ad in the yearbook?

Oh, no, Wally. That's
your father's department.

Well, you want an
ad for the yearbook,

Beaver has a cake sale.

Sounds like the local
school system's pretty active.

Yeah, and we're having
class elections, too.

Oh, are you one of the
promising young candidates?

Ah, cut it out, Mom.

You have no political
ambitions, huh?

Nah. That kind of
junk's for the swingers.

So long, Mom. So long, Dad.

Bye, Wally.

Ward, what in the
world's a swinger?

Well, I think in my day they
called them "big-time operators."

Oh, yes.

Isn't that what you were
trying to be when I first met you?

All right. Well,
I'd say that so far,

our homeroom has an
excellent list of candidates

to submit to the
sophomore class.

There are four other homerooms,

so I think it'll be
an interesting race.

And now we're ready for
nominations for president.

Yes, Ron?

Mr. Hyatt, I nominate Lumpy...

Uh, Clarence
Rutherford... For president.

Clarence Rutherford?

- Are there any seconds
to that nomination?
- I second the nomination.

All right.

Clarence Rutherford.

Any more nominations?

Haskell.

Mr. Hyatt, I should
like to nominate

Wallace Cleaver.

I second the nomination
of Wallace Cleaver.

All right. Wallace Cleaver.

Well, with one or two
notable exceptions,

I think we have
a very fine list of

candidates to submit
to the sophomore class.

Now, the elections
will be on Friday,

and I hope all your campaigning

will not interfere with
your normal schoolwork.

Yes?

Mr. Hyatt,

Rutherford was a member of
the sophomore class last year.

Doesn't that disqualify
him for this year?

No, not technically.

Just because he's making the
sophomore class his permanent home,

we can't hold that against him.

All right. Now if you'll turn
to pages 134 through 138.

Boy, Mom. I'll have the neatest
cake at the whole cake sale.

Well, I put everything aside
this afternoon and baked it.

- Thanks, Mom.
- You're welcome.

Beaver, would you help me
carry these up to the linen closet?

Sure, Mom.

Mom, later, will you
put the cake someplace

so it won't get
rotten overnight?

I'll do that, Beaver.

Boy, that Eddie.

My pal and my buddy.

Boy, what a dirty trick.

Never again. Never again.

Boy, if I had him
right here, I'd...

And after all I've done for him.

And nobody else in
the world will talk to him.

I'll talk to him.

Boy, and how does he repay me?

- Just tell me. How?
- Wally!

Oh, Wally, that's the cake I
baked for Beaver's school.

Oh. I'm sorry, Mom.

You can have a
cookie if you want to.

How did the nominations
turn out at school?

Terrible.

I got nominated
for class president.

Well, that's wonderful. We've never
had a president in the family before.

That's it, Mom. Go
ahead. Make it worse.

Hey, what are you doing
with my sweater on?

Gee, Wally, I just wanted to see

what I'd look like when
I got in high school.

Yeah, well, take it off before
you slob it up or something.

Gee, Wally, what's
the matter with you?

That crummy Eddie
Haskell did me a dirty trick.

What kind of dirty trick?

He went and nominated
me for class president.

Gee, Wally, I'd like
you to be president.

How come?

Well, then I could go to school

and say "My brother's
the president,"

and all the guys
would hang around me.

Why should I go
to all the trouble

of being class president
just to make you a big shot?

Okay, okay.

Come in, Eddie.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Cleaver.

Good afternoon.

Is Wally home?

Yes. He's up in his room.

The reason I didn't
come over here earlier is,

I have a job after school now.

- I'm working for my father.
- Oh, really?

Yes. He's training me to take
over his business someday.

Like Mr. Rockefeller
did with his son.

Oh, that's fine, Eddie.

We own a garage, you know.

- Hi, Wally.
- Hello, Eddie.

Hiya, squirt. What's
new in kindergarten?

How's it going, Mr. President?

Cut it out, Eddie. What did
you go and nominate me for?

What do you mean?
The way I see it,

you've got just as much chance
to win as those other creeps.

Thanks a lot.

Listen, Wally, I'd like to
see you be class president.

What's in it for you, Eddie?

Nothing's in it for me.

Wally's my pal. Anyway,

a guy likes to have
a friend in City Hall.

With me pulling the strings,

we could put that
school in our pocket.

Don't be dumb, Eddie.

Anyway, who's gonna vote for me?

What are you running
yourself down for all the time?

Now, I'm not saying
you're in my class,

but you're not a
clod or anything.

Maybe Eddie's right,
Wally. Maybe you're not.

Sure, I'm right.

You got letters in three sports,

the teachers like you,

and I heard Mary
Ellen Rogers say

that she thought you
looked like Lloyd Bridges.

What are you doing, Eddie?
Giving me the business.

Look, I'm leveling with you.

Now, I'm not saying

you've got the greatest
personality in the world,

but even if you
are a little weird,

you got more on the
ball than the Lump.

Get with it, kid. Your
country needs you.

- Boy, that Eddie.
- Yeah. Hey, Beav,

uh, if... if I was in
your class and, uh,

I was running for president,

would, uh... would
you vote for me?

Yeah, I guess I would,

even if you are my brother.

Well, I'd better go wash up now.

Fellow students,

I am happy to have
the honor... Nah.

What are you looking at?

Hi, dear.

Oh, hi. This all the mail?

Uh-huh. Ward, guess what.

Wally's been nominated
president of the sophomore class.

Well, good.

He says it's terrible.

Why would he say that? Seems
to me something to be proud of.

I know, dear, and I think
you should tell him that.

Well, if he's going
to take that attitude,

I guess we can't force him.

But, Ward, he'd make
such a sweet president.

After all, he's one of the
nicest-looking boys in the class.

That's a very dangerous
philosophy, dear.

It's put too many men
in the White House.

I'll get it, dear.

- Oh, good evening, Fred.
- Good evening, June. Is Mr. C in?

It's Fred Rutherford, dear.

Mr. C is in the den.

In that case, I'll
beard the lion.

In his den, you know.

- Hello, Ward.
- Hello, Fred.

I noticed this folder lying on your desk
this evening after you left the office.

I glanced through it and saw
that it was highly confidential.

Uh, thanks, Fred.

Didn't think you wanted it
lying around for prying eyes.

Well, I certainly appreciate
your taking the trouble

of going through
my private papers.

Oh, not at all.

Say, my boy Clarence
mentioned to me today

that he's running for president
of the sophomore class.

Oh. I thought your
boy was a junior.

No, we held him back a year.

Don't want to rush him just
because he's above average.

Yeah, sure, Fred.

Oh, I understand

your boy Wally is
running against Clarence.

Tough break for your boy.

Well, I don't think Wally's particularly
interested in the elections, Fred.

Yes, I imagine it
sort of took the wind

out of his sails when he
came up against Clarence.

Well, I've got to scoot.

Gwendolyn and I are having
dinner with the Andersons.

He's president of
the trust company.

He's had his eye on
me for a long time.

Is that so? What have
you been up to, Fred?

Well... Oh.

- Good night, Ward.
- Good night, Fred.

- Is Fred gone?
- Yeah.

- Then would you tell
the boys supper's ready?
- Yeah.

Say, June,

I think I'll really have a talk
with Wally tonight at supper.

- What about, dear?
- What about?

Well, imagine a boy
without enough gumption

to want to be class president.

Gumption? Well, for
land sakes, Granny.

Well, Wally, are
we flying tonight?

No, Dad. We're cutting our meat.

Just pull your elbows in.

Gee, Dad.

First you make a joke, and then
when he laughs you yell at him.

What am I doing wrong now, Dad?

Oh, uh... Oh, nothing, nothing.

I, uh... I understand

you were nominated
for class president

and that you're not
in the least interested.

Yeah. I'd feel creepy
running for stuff.

Well, that's fine,
I guess, Wally,

but, uh, what are you going to do
when you get out in the business world?

Are you gonna just sit back

and let all the other
fellows get the advances

and the promotions while
you just stay at your desk

in a little cubbyhole
in the back room?

Gee, Dad, I was thinking
about being a tree surgeon.

Wally, your father
just feels that

you should have a
little more gumption.

Oh. Yeah, sure, Dad.

What's gumption?

I, uh... I think you should

look on this as a
challenge, Wally.

I mean, as long as
you've been nominated,

I think you ought to try
to get out of your shell

and show a little
aggressiveness.

After all,

you don't want to let a Lumpy
get ahead of you, do you?

You see, I know you do
very well with athletics,

but I think in school
social activities

you should be a leader

and not just a follower.

Yeah, but, gee, Dad, I
don't know how to go about it.

I don't even know half the
guys in the sophomore class.

So you don't know half the guys in
the class. What do you do about it?

Look.

You're in school, and here
comes a student you don't know.

You walk right up to him
and you say "How do you do?

"My name is Wally Cleaver.

"I'm running for
class president,

and I'd appreciate your vote."

Gee, Dad, you're
real funny tonight.

I don't think your father was
trying to be funny, Beaver.

Well, Wally, what do you say?

You gonna try for this thing and
be proud of yourself on election day

or are you just gonna slouch around
and be a nothing on election day?

Yeah. Yeah, I guess
I'm gonna try it, Dad.

Well, of course you are.

I don't know how important
heredity is, but, uh,

I was president of
my fraternity in college.

Yeah. Yeah, it might not be
so bad being class president.

What's gumption?

If you boys are ready,
you can get your desserts.

Okay. Come on, Wally.

Wally, what's a fraternity?

It's a thing they got in college

where guys can hang
around and goof off.

Dad was president
of one of them?

Yeah, I guess so.

Hey, Wally.

Before we go home, do you want to
go over to the gym, shoot some baskets?

Nah. If I'm running
for class president,

I got to drum up some votes.

Gee, yesterday
you were against it.

Yeah, but a guy
just can't sit back.

He's got to be aggressive.

You're going to be aggressive?

This I've got to see.

Uh, excuse me, excuse
me. I'm Wally Cleaver,

and I'm running for
sophomore president,

and I'd sure
appreciate your vote.

Why, Wally, you don't have
to introduce yourself to me.

I've known you since
grammar school.

Oh. Yeah.

Um... Uh, sorry, Frances.

Uh, I, uh... I already knew her.

Yeah, but you're doing
all right. Go, man, go!

Hey, excuse me, excuse
me. I'm Wally Cleaver,

and I'm running for
sophomore president,

and I'd sure
appreciate your vote.

Yeah. Yeah, sure, Cleaver.
I've seen you around.

Yeah, well, so long.

Nice seeing you again.

Say!

Excuse me. I'm Wally Cleaver,

and I'm running for the
sophomore president...

Hey, this character's
only a freshman.

Don't go being nice to
people who can't help you.

- Oh.
- Beat it, buster.

Hey, guys, now, don't forget.
You know, when elections come...

Cleaver for president.
Cleaver? Yeah? So long.

Now you're operating.

Oh, here, here. Let
me get that for you.

Uh, Cleaver for president.

Yeah, well, I sure
would appreciate that.

Say, I'm Wally Cleaver,

and I'm running for the
sophomore class president, see,

and I'd sure appreciate a vote.

What are you,
Cleaver? A wise guy?

Hi, Lumpy.

Hey, what do you suppose
has happened to Cleaver?

I don't know.

He... He's always
been so natural.

Yeah. Now since he's
running for class president,

all of a sudden he's
making like a big wheel.

You know, I'd rather
vote for Lumpy Rutherford.

At least he's
always been a creep.

Hi, Mom. I'm home.

Well, hi there, Beaver. How
was the cake sale at school?

It was real neat, Mom.

Our class sold six cakes
and two dozen cookies,

and Angel Valentine
brought a baked Alaskan,

and your cake got $1.75.

Well, it sounds like the cake
sale was pretty successful.

All except for Larry Mondello.

Miss Landers had to send
him to the principal's office.

What for?

For eating up his whole
cake on the way to school.

Where's Wally?

Honey, I think he's in
the living room phoning.

Thanks, Mom.

Yeah, well, listen, Julius,

if you get Frank and Kenny
to vote for me for president,

Eddie and I will vote
for you for treasurer.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Yeah, Julius. That's the
way you got to do business.

Give a little to get a little.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Yeah, and I know a couple
of girls who will vote for you.

Well, sure, they'll
vote for you, Julius.

They never heard of you.

Yeah. Yeah, okay,
pal. It's a deal.

Boy, Wally, you're sure
not acting like Wally.

This is the way to
get votes, Beaver.

- Oh, hi, fellas.
- Hi, Dad.

Hi, Dad.

Your mother told me you
were in here making calls, Wally.

Yeah, Dad. I'm lining up votes.

So far I've got 13
for-sures and 5 maybes.

Well, "Cleaver for president."

Yeah, Dad. I got
Eddie to paint them,

except he made
my name too small.

Well, Beaver, your brother's
really swinging, isn't he?

Yeah, Dad. And yesterday
he wanted to be a tree surgeon.

Yeah.

Well, uh, Wally, I
guess this is all fine.

I just hope you're not
pressing too hard, though.

But, gee, Dad, I've got to.

There's a lot of
sharp guys running.

And you ought to see that Lumpy.

He was in the malt shop today
treating all the guys to sodas.

Yeah, Eddie says he's got
his old man backing him.

I mean, his father.

Well, look, Wally... Excuse me.

Cleaver here. Oh, hiya, Walter.

Uh, yeah, listen, pal.

I know Thompson's
a good friend of yours,

but I've done
you a lot of favors.

So how about loosening
up with a vote, huh?

Keep up the good work.

Aw, come on, Walter. Look at
all the things I've done for you.

Well, Beaver, your brother's
quite the politician, isn't he?

Yeah, Dad.

Once at my school, I was
appointed playground monitor.

Playground monitor? What's that?

Well, at recess, you
show the new kids

where the washrooms are.

Hi, dear. You're home early.

Yeah, well, today's
election day.

- How did Wally make out?
- He lost.

I had a feeling he would.

Lumpy didn't win, did he?

No. Wally told me

the president of the sophomore
class is somebody called The Horse.

Well, I'd rather see him lose
to The Horse than to the Lump.

Why did you have
a feeling he'd lose?

Oh, the way he was going at it.

You know, making deals
and hanging up posters

and giving everybody
the glad hand.

Dear, I thought that is
the way you told him to act.

I did. He shouldn't
have listened to me.

Well, he might've lost anyway.

Yeah, but at least he
would've had the satisfaction

of losing with his
own personality.

I acted like the
typical father, didn't I?

Well, dear, he's up in his room.

Why don't you go up and see
if you can repair the damage.

Yeah, I guess I should.

Dear, when I get all
wound up like this,

why don't you stop me?

Well... Well, look, Ward.

If you hadn't urged him last year, he
never would've made the track team.

Well, yes, but you don't have
to warp your whole personality

to run the hundred-yard dash.

Aw, heck, Dad.

I'm not sore at you.

I wouldn't blame you
if you were, Wally.

I'm afraid I made you look
pretty silly with all my advice.

Yeah. I guess a lot of the kids

did think I was kind of creepy.

But, heck, Dad, I'll live.

Well, anyway, son, I'm sorry.

I really gave you a bum steer.

How come you gave
him a bad steer, Dad?

Oh, I guess it's just

all part of being
a father, Beaver.

Your boy makes
the football team,

and you visualize him scoring
touchdowns all over the place.

He gets an A in mathematics,

and you see him as an atomic
scientist landing on the moon

or maybe even picture him
marrying the banker's daughter.

Gee, Dad. I thought only
kids had goofy dreams like that.

Oh, no, Beaver.

Nope, parents
have their share, too.

You see, as you grow
older, you come to realize that

some of the ambitions
and dreams you had

are just not going to come true.

So you begin to dream
through your children.

You mean Mr. Rutherford
dreams through Lumpy?

Of course he does.

I don't guess there's a
father around anywhere who...

who doesn't want
things to be a little better

for his children than
they were for him.

Well, okay, guys?

Okay, Dad.

You know, Wally, when I grow up,

to make Dad happy,

I just might land on the moon

and marry the banker's daughter.

Aw, cut it out, Beaver.

Well, I might.

Hey, Wally.

Boy, did you let me down.

After I went out on a limb

and nominated
you and everything.

Okay, so I lost. The Horse will
make a better president anyway.

What are you trying to be, wise
guy? A good loser or something?

Well, he will.

Hi, guys.

Hi, Lumpy.

Congratulations, Wally. It's
pretty good getting 52 votes.

Yeah, it would look pretty
good to a guy who got nine.

Eddie, would you like
a punch in the nose?

Okay, okay. Can't
you take a little kidding?

It's not funny.

My dad made a
big deal out of it.

He's not even speaking
to me for losing.

I wish my pop would
stop speaking to me.

It'd sure cut down on all the
screaming and yelling around my house.

Did your dad get all
shook up about you losing?

No. He even said it
was kind of his own fault.

Aw, cut it out, Wally.

No dad would ever say
that in a million years.

Okay. You guys can
believe what you want.

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