Leave It to Beaver (1957–1963): Season 3, Episode 32 - Beaver and Violet - full transcript

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- More coffee, dear?
- No, thanks.

Uh, boys get off
to school all right?

Yes. We had a little fuss.

Beaver wanted money for
lunch, and I only had a dollar bill,

and I didn't want
to give him that,

so he said "All
right. I'll just starve."

- What did you do?
- I gave him the dollar bill.

Well, just don't forget

to ask for the
change this evening.



Say, dear, have you seen
my fountain pen anywhere?

It was up on the dresser.

No. I looked all
over the dresser.

Well, all right, dear.
I'll go look for it.

♪ Bum ba bum ba
bum bum bum bum ♪

Good morning, Ward.

Well, hi, Fred. I was just
coming by to pick you up.

Oh, I know it's your
day to drive to the office,

but it was so beautiful,

I decided to take a little
constitutional and walk over.

Oh. Well, fine.

I'll be ready in just a minute.

June's looking for
my fountain pen.

Your turn to do the dishes?



Would you like
some coffee, Fred?

Oh, don't mind if I do.

Say, Ward, I hate to mention it,

but this neighborhood's
getting a little on the rough side.

- Oh?
- Yes.

Coming down the block just now,

a kid yelled "Hey,
skinhead" at me.

Oh, is that so?

I don't like it, Ward.
Don't like it at all.

In my day, it was
"ma'am" and "Mister."

Well, I guess kids are just a
little more imaginative today, Fred.

Yes. Hmm?

Sugar?

Oh, no. No, thanks.

Say, Ward, Gwen and
I have been meaning

to get together with you folks.

How would a picnic this
weekend up at Friends Lake

strike you and the little bride?

Oh, sounds great.

We asked the Andersons...

He's president of
the trust company...

But they had some people come
in from out of town unexpectedly,

so we thought you could fill in

and the weekend
wouldn't be a total loss.

Thanks a lot, Fred.

- Hello, Fred.
- June.

- Here's your pen, dear.
- Where did you find it?

On the dresser, just
where I told you it was.

Just like a couple of
little boys, eh, Ward?

Just like a couple
of little boys.

Yes.

Well, Fred, I guess we'd
better be going, huh?

Right you are. No
sense in us chiefs

being late and setting a
bad example for the Indians.

- Bye-bye, June.
- Bye-bye, Fred.

Ward, you didn't
kiss me good-bye.

In front of Fred?

It'd be all over the
office in an hour, dear.

Well, now, what
did he mean by that?

Hello?

Oh, hello, Fred.

No, Ward isn't home.

Oh, well, all right. I'll t...

Fred, wait a minute.
He just drove in.

If you can hang on for a minute,
I'll go out in the garage and get him,

and then you can
tell him yourself.

All right.

Ward?

What are you doing out there?

- I went out to get you.
- Oh.

Fred Rutherford's waiting
for you on the phone.

Oh, no, he's not. I hung up.

Without talking to him?

I thought one of the boys had
left the receiver off the hook.

What did Fred want?

Well, he wanted to remind you

to tell the boys
something about a picnic.

Oh, sure.

Fred wants us to go up to
Friends Lake with him tomorrow.

Gwendolyn's
fixing a picnic lunch,

and they wanted Wally
and Beaver to go, too.

Oh. Well, you better tell the
boys before they make other plans.

Yeah. Okay.

I'll phone Gwendolyn and see if
she wants me to bring anything.

Yeah, well, dear, tell
Fred, will you, please,

that I didn't mean
to hang up on him.

I'd hate to have him sitting
by the phone feeling rejected.

Fred Rutherford feel rejected?

Sure. The other day
down at the office,

someone accidentally
took his parking space.

Fred's feelings were so hurt,

he went out and had
coffee all by himself.

Hey, Wally, Dad's
home from the office.

Yeah. I heard him drive in.

You know, it must be neat for Dad to
go to the office every day and do nothing.

Well, heck, Beaver.

Dad just doesn't do
nothing at the office.

Well, then, how
come when Mom says

"What did you do at the office
today," he always says "Nothing"?

Well, he just says that so he
won't get in a whole big thing.

You know, like when they ask
you "What happened in school?"

Yeah. I guess you don't want
trouble even when you get big.

- Hi, fellas.
- Hi, Dad.

Hi, Dad.

What are you guys up to?

Well, gee, Dad, we're
not up to anything.

- We're just sitting here.
- Oh.

Yeah. Well, uh... Well, uh,

how would you fellas like to
drive up to Friends Lake tomorrow?

Have a nice picnic
lunch, play some baseball,

go swimming, do a little hiking.

Gee, Dad, do we have to go?

Of course you don't
have to go, Beaver,

but the Rutherfords
have invited us,

and I'm sure we'll
all have a lot of fun.

Well, it's okay with me, Dad.

Hey, Dad, do you
think Mr. Rutherford

will wear those shorts and that
baseball cap to play softball in?

Uh, I really don't know, Wally.

Boy, I sure hope not.

People are liable to
think he's our father.

I was gonna play with
Whitey Whitney tomorrow,

but I guess it'll be okay.

Well, I'm sure we'll all
have a good time, Beaver.

And you should have
fun. Violet's going.

Violet?

Sure. She's a friend of yours,
isn't she? She's in your class.

She's in my class, but she's
not a friend of mine. She's a girl.

Oh.

Well, I'm sure you can
put up with her for one day.

Now, look, guys,
Mr. Rutherford's gonna be by for us

in the morning at
8:00, so you be ready.

- Oh, sure, Dad.
- Yes, sir.

Boy, Violet.

Aw, heck, Beav.

It might not be so bad.

If she hangs around too much,

you can throw bugs
on her or something.

Yeah.

And if I found a dead fish,
I could chase her with it.

Sure. You see, Beav,

this picnic isn't
gonna be so bad.

I like to stow things away all
shipshape and Bristol fashion.

Just, uh... Just like
a boat, eh, Fred?

Of course, Ward.
That's the expression.

Bristol is a seafaring
port in England.

Oh, really?

Oh, what a beautiful
day for a picnic, Gwen.

Fred arranged it that way.

Better let me stow that, June.

Don't want things tipping
over in the high seas.

Oh, did you pay your
respects to the Cleavers, Violet?

Yes, Daddy. You made me
do that when we got here.

Wally! Beaver!

Well, Fred, shall
we heave anchor

and get this
windjammer on the road?

"Windjammer on the road."

You're my kind of people, Ward.

Well, let's set sail.

Uh, Junie, I'll take
care of the seating.

Fred worked it
all out last night.

Took him an hour and a half.

- June, you're in the corner.
- All right.

- Ward, you're in
the middle there.
- Very good, sir.

- Gwen, you're next.
- Okay.

Comfy, girls?

Yes. We're comfy.

Let the skipper
get at the wheel.

Wally, you're next.

Beaver, you're next.

Where do I sit, Daddy?

Well, Vi, just get in here

and sit on your little
schoolmate's lap.

Dad!

Never mind, Beaver.

Well, here we go.

Wally, it's too bad we didn't
bring along another little girl

to sit on your lap.

Yes, sir.

How come you're playing
with me today, Whitey?

Because Larry's sick, and
Beaver had to go someplace.

Well, wouldn't you play with
me if Beaver was around?

- Heck, no.
- Oh.

Well, it sure is neat of
you to play with me, Whitey.

That's okay. Just don't go
giving me any trouble, that's all.

Hey, Richard, did you see
that? That looked like Beaver.

- Where?
- In that car, with a girl
sitting on his lap.

You're goofy, Whitey.

Beaver wouldn't be caught dead

with a girl sitting on his lap.

Yeah, I guess so.

But it sure looked
like Beaver, all right.

Well, it's sure nice
being with you, Whitey.

Shut up, will you?

Hey, Beav, you got any
more of those worms?

Yeah, Wally. Right here.

Hey, what do you
keep them in there for?

Well, if I kept them
in my back pocket,

if I sat on them,
I'd squish them.

Yeah.

What are you doing?

We're fishing.
What do you think?

What are you fishing for?

We're fishing for fish.
That's what we're fishing for.

That's what I thought.
They want you.

Who wants us?

My mommy and daddy
and your mommy and daddy.

Hey, look, don't be
so cute, huh, Violet?

I can't help it. That's
what I call them.

Tell them we'll be there.

Hey, Beav, you think
they really want us?

Nah. They probably just thought
we were having so much fun

that they decided to send
her down here to spoil it.

Ward, put your arm around June.

Now look pleasant, folks.

Try to forget you're
old married people.

Here we go.

Hold it.

Fine.

They'll be right here, Daddy.

Oh, are the boys
having a good time?

I don't know, Mommy.
I can't tell with boys.

Ward, how about you taking
a picture of Mrs. R. and me?

Oh, sure. Sure.

Oh, um, shouldn't
he use the filter, dear?

You know how your head
always shines in the lens.

A great sense of humor Gwen has.

That's what Vassar did for her.

Daddy's being funny,
isn't he, Mrs. Cleaver?

Of course he is, Violet.

Oh, I didn't know.

Now hold it.

Hello, fellas. Where
are all the fish?

Guess they're still
in the lake, Dad.

Hey, Dad, Beaver's still got
some more worms in his pocket

if you want to go fishing later.

Thanks, Wally.

Let's get a picture of
the younger generation.

How about starting out
with you and Violet, Beaver?

Do I have to, Mom?

Beaver, don't make a fuss.

- Gee, Mom.
- Please.

You'll have to get
closer together.

I can't see you in the finder.

Beaver, look as
though you're enjoying it.

Violet, put your arm around him.

All right. Now hold it.

Violet, give him
a great big kiss.

That was great.

Well, Ward, what's the
matter with the little fellow?

I really don't know, Fred.

Maybe it was
something he ate, Fred.

What's the matter with her?

Maybe it was something
she ate, too, Fred.

Oh. Oh, yeah.

June!

June?

- What is it, Dear?
- Come here a minute.

I want to show you something.

Uh, where are the boys?

Upstairs. What's all
the mystery about?

Our office magazine
came out today.

Oh, Ward, isn't that sweet?

Sweet?

It may be sweet to you and
the people down at the office,

but I don't think it's gonna be
sweet to Beaver if he sees it.

No, I guess not.

Now, why in the world would
Fred do a thing like that?

Ward, you didn't get mad at
Fred for putting it in, did you?

It's impossible to
get mad at Fred.

No matter what you call him,
he thinks you're kidding him.

Oh, honey, I
think the best thing

is just not let Beaver see it.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Hi, Dad. What are you
hiding from the Beaver?

Oh, nothing.

It's just something we
don't want Beaver to see.

What don't you want me to see?

It's nothing that should
concern you, son.

Well, uh, what do we have
for supper tonight, dear?

- Leg of lamb.
- Well, how nice. Leg of lamb.

Come on. I'll give
you a hand with it.

I was just saying,
on my way home

"My, wouldn't it be nice if we
had leg of lamb for dinner?"

Hey, Wally, what do you
think they're hiding from me?

Gee, I don't know, Beav, but it
must be something pretty good,

because they wouldn't
even show it to me.

Maybe Dad found a
million dollars in gold

and he's hiding it because he doesn't
want to give it to us till we're 21.

Beaver, can't you think of
something better than that?

What could be better than
a million dollars in gold?

Dear, what are you gonna
do about that magazine?

Oh, don't worry about it. On
my way to work in the morning,

I'll throw it out
with the trash.

Ward, why would a little boy

object to a little
girl kissing him?

Well, dear, that's a protective
instinct we men are born with.

Unfortunately,
most of us outgrow it.

Oh, Ward.

How come you brought me
home to your house today, Beaver?

Well, look,
Whitey, Larry's sick.

If I show you something,
will you promise never not

to tell anybody what it
is as long as you live?

Gee, I don't know.
Let me see it first.

Uh-uh. First you
gotta take an oath.

Well, I guess that's
better than not seeing it.

Okay, I just made an oath.

Boy!

Remember, Whitey,
you took an oath.

Yeah, but I didn't know it
was gonna be this good.

But you promised!

Okay, okay. I'm
no Indian promiser.

How did it happen, Beaver?

Well, Mr. Rutherford
had a camera,

and then Violet kissed me, and
he took it when I wasn't looking.

Then my mom and dad
tried to hide it from me,

but I found it in the trash can

when I was looking
for good stuff.

Yeah. I always look in
the trash for good stuff.

Half the good stuff in my
house ends up in the trash.

Wow.

You know what
this means, Beaver?

Uh-uh.

It means that Violet
Rutherford's in love with you.

Aw, cut it out, Whitey.

- She is not.
- Sure she is.

All the people in movies who
kiss each other are in love.

But they get paid to do that.

Yeah, but sometimes
they even get married

and kiss each other
in movie magazines.

Gee, I never had a girl
in love with me before.

What should I do?

Gee, I don't know.

I never had a girl in
love with me, either.

Maybe we should ask a grownup.

Nah. That'll just
get us in trouble.

But you know something?

Getting your picture
on here and everything,

you're kind of famous.

Yeah.

But I don't like being
famous for kissing.

I wouldn't mind being famous

for killing guys or
good stuff like that.

Yeah.

Open up in there.

That's Wally.

Hey, Beaver, you
got a phone call.

Who is it, Wally?

It's that Violet Rutherford.
She wants to speak to you.

Tell her I'm not home, Wally.

Tell her I'm not gonna be
home for the rest of my life.

Did you tell Beaver
Violet's on the phone?

Yeah, I told him,
and he said to tell her

he wouldn't be home
for the rest of his life.

Now, why would he
say something like that?

I'm gonna go up there
and make him talk to her.

Okay, Mom, but he's
got that door locked,

and there's sure gonna be a
lot of yelling and screaming.

Well, all right, but what
am I gonna tell Violet?

Well, just say he's not home.

Well, Wally, that
wouldn't be honest.

Well, okay, then, then just say

"He doesn't want to talk to you

because he thinks
you're creepy."

I'll handle it myself.

Violet, I'm sorry to
keep you waiting,

but Beaver's not
available right now.

May I take a message?

All right. Thank you.

Bye.

Boy, Mom, I sure
wish I could do that.

- Do what?
- Give somebody the brush-off,

and make it sound like
you're doing them a favor.

Wally!

Oh.

Dear, did you notice the Beaver
before he left this morning?

I think something
was bothering him.

Well, it's a school day, and
he had to get up this morning.

Sometimes that's
enough to bother any kid.

No, I think it was
more than that, dear.

He just sat there,
staring into his egg.

Well, when I was a kid,

long about this time of year,
I used to catch spring fever.

Oh, honey, no one
gets that anymore.

It's too old-fashioned.

Now, just a minute. If it
was good enough for me,

it's good enough for my son.

Hey, Dad, can I go to
Hawaii this summer?

Wally, why would you
ask a question like that?

Well, 'cause I'm
entering this contest,

and the first prize
is a trip to Hawaii.

There's no use sending in the
entry blank if you won't let me go.

Well, I think we can discuss
that, Wally, if and when you win.

Gee, Dad, Eddie Haskell's
father gave him permission.

He said he could go
anywhere in the whole world

as long as he
got out of his hair.

You should be glad your
father doesn't take that attitude.

Sure, Mom.

Wally, have you any idea

what's bothering your brother?

Search me. I'm
not speaking to him.

Why aren't you
speaking to Beaver?

On account of he threw his
dirty socks on my clean shirts.

That's no reason to
stop speaking to him.

Well, heck, Dad, would you want
your shirts smelling like dirty feet?

Wally, will you run
along to school, please?

Sure, Dad. That's
where I was going

till you started asking
me all those questions.

You don't suppose
Beaver saw that magazine?

Oh, of course not.

I threw it out yesterday.

I still think there's
something bothering him.

Hi, Beaver.

Oh, hi, Richard.

What's the matter, Beav?

Nothing. I thought
you were a girl.

Aw, cut it out, will you?

I got a haircut yesterday.

I thought you were
Violet Rutherford.

What would you
be scared of her for?

For nothing.

Hey, here she comes.

Do me a favor, Richard. Tell her
you haven't seen me in a long time.

Richard, have you
seen Beaver Cleaver?

No. Beaver told me to tell you

I haven't seen
him for a long time.

Did Violet catch you yet?

Uh-uh. That's why I didn't go
out in the playground at recess.

I saw her looking
at you in class.

Was it a love look?

No. It was kind of a dumb look.

I think that's the same thing.

Well, you know
what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna stay in class after
school until everybody goes home.

That's a good idea.

Here she comes.

Stand in front of me, Whitey.

- Hi, Whitey.
- Hi, Violet.

Have you seen Beaver?

I think he just went
in the classroom.

Oh.

Boy, Beaver, having
a girl in love with you

is a lot rougher
than I thought it was.

Yeah.

- Hello, Beaver.
- Hello, Violet.

I've been looking
for you all day.

I gotta go home
and help my mother.

I saw our picture
on the magazine.

What about it?

Well, I wanna tell
you something.

You better not. I
might punch you.

I'm gonna tell you anyway.

I only kissed you 'cause
my father told me to.

I don't like you at all.

No fooling?

Of course I'm not fooling.
You're like all boys.

You're dirty, and you're messy,

and you do mean things.

Gee, I was hoping
you didn't like me,

but I was afraid to ask you.

You know, I really
don't like you.

I'd rather kiss a dead
lizard than kiss you again.

That's neat, 'cause you
make me feel creepy, too.

Don't you dare go showing
that picture to anybody.

Oh, don't worry.

I already burned it up
and spit on the ashes.

I'm glad you feel that way

because if you didn't, I was gonna
ask my father to change schools.

- You know something, Violet?
- What?

You're not so bad for a girl.

You're not so bad
for a boy, either.

Well, did you notice how happy
the Beaver was at supper tonight?

Yes. Quite a difference
from this morning.

It's great the way kids
can forget their troubles.

I guess you have to wait
until you're an intelligent adult

before you can learn to
get upset over nothing.

Aren't you the
kitchen philosopher?

Yeah, Wally. She
came right out and said

I was messy and dirty
and she didn't like me.

Violet came right out
and said all that, huh?

Yeah. Well, it's pretty neat

when you think a girl who
likes you turns out to hate you.

Yeah. I guess at your
age, that's a real kick.

You know what, Wally?

What?

Well, I'm gonna
stay messy and dirty

for the rest of my life,

and that way, girls
will never like me.

Aw, you just say that now, Beav,

but you'll never stick with it.

By the time you
get to be 14 or 15,

you'll find yourself washing
and taking baths and everything.

Is that why you got mad at me

when I threw my dirty
socks on your clean shirts?

Yeah. That's the way
it happens to a guy.

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