Leave It to Beaver (1957–1963): Season 6, Episode 1 - Wally's Dinner Date - full transcript

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Dad, would you give
me a current event?

Uh, what?

I have to have a current event
for school, for social science.

Oh. Uh, well, let's see.

Here, how about this one?

"The Indians have predicted
a long and severe winter."

Dad, you gave that one to
me when I was in the first grade.

Oh.

Well, the Indians always do
predict a long and severe winter.



Listen, I'll tell you what.

You go through this
and find something,

and we'll discuss it later.

Okay, I'll ask Wally.

Dinner's ready, if you two are.

Where's Wally, Mom?

Having dinner at Julie Foster's.

Again?

I get his dessert.

Right now, you can go
upstairs and get washed.

Yes, Mom.

June?

Wally's been having dinner over at
Julie Foster's quite a lot, hasn't he?

Honestly, Wally should make
some gesture towards Julie.



He should take her
out to dinner sometime.

I don't know if Wally
would go for that.

Why would he be against it?

It would give him a chance to
learn some of the social graces.

Dear, he's a teenager. That's reason enough
right there for him to be against it.

Hey, Wally, guess what.

What?

Mom said you have to take
that Julie Foster out to dinner.

I didn't say you had to.

It's just that Wally has
accepted the Fosters' hospitality

and he should do
something to repay it.

But Dad said you wouldn't do it.

Beaver, have you been
eavesdropping again?

Oh, no, Dad. I
was just listening.

You mean you want me to take
Julie out to a restaurant or something?

Yes, Wally. You're old
enough to have a dinner date.

Yeah, I guess that might not
be such a bad idea after all.

Gee, Wally, you mean
you're going to do it?

The only thing is, I don't
know where to take Julie.

It seems to me that you should
ask Julie where she'd like to go.

That's the gentlemanly thing.

Okay. I'll see her
at school today.

You mean you're going to do a
gentlemanly thing like that at school?

Beaver, there's no rule against
being a gentleman at school.

Yeah, but I wouldn't want to
be caught doing it at my school.

Hi, Mom.

Hi, Wally.

Say, Mom, do you
mind if I use the phone?

No, honey, not at all.

Is this a private conversation?

Well, I was going to call Julie.

Oh. Wasn't she at school today?

Yeah, she was there,
but I didn't get to ask her.

Well, I better see
about my dinner.

Hello, Julie? This is
Wally. Wally Cleaver.

Oh, how are you, Wally?

Oh, I'm fine.

Oh, I'm just fine, too.

Yeah, well, you know, Julie,

I've been coming over to your
house quite a lot lately, and, well...

What I mean to say is,
do you like restaurants?

That depends.

Well, I was thinking

that maybe if you
weren't doing anything

that I could take you out to
dinner or something, Saturday night.

Oh, Wally, that
would be smashing.

It would? Yeah, I thought it
would be pretty smashing, too.

Say, where would you like to go?

Oh, I don't know, Wally.
Where would you like to go?

No, you're supposed to
say where you want to go.

Well, I was reading in the
paper just this morning...

There's a new restaurant that just
opened up last month with a real cute name.

The White Fox. Did
you ever hear of it?

No, but if that's
where you want to go...

Oh, I don't want to
go to the White Fox

unless you want to go
to the White Fox, Wally.

Well, I mean, I've
got nothing against it.

After all, it can't kill us,

unless the food's
rotten or something.

Well, I'll be ready
Saturday night, with bells on.

Okay, that'll be neat.

Then I'll pick you
up, okay? Okay, bye.

The White Fox.

I just don't get it, Sam.

Why don't you want
to go bowling tonight?

Look, I told you,
Eddie, I've got reasons.

What's a little squirt like this

reading the paper for?

He's got to get a good
current event for Monday.

What's with the nail-filing jazz?
Who are you, Cesar Romero?

He's got a dinner
date with a girl,

to take her out to a restaurant.

Cut it out, will you, Beav?

Hey, who is it? Julie?

Okay, okay, yeah. It's Julie.

Hey Wally, when
you take her out,

what are you going
to talk to her about?

I don't know. Same as
we always talk about.

School. Sports. The
other guys. I don't know.

And just what restaurant
is going to be the scene

of this fascinating
conversation?

Some place called the White Fox.

Man, oh, man, oh, man.

Are you out of your
cotton-picking mind?

Why? Is there something
wrong with the White Fox?

Nothing at all, if you
happen to be a millionaire.

Wally's not a millionaire.
He's not even wealthy.

Oh, brother. The White Fox.

My pop says that's the
swankiest joint in town.

You got any idea what this
feed is going to set you back?

Hey Wally, here's an
ad for the White Fox.

How much are dinners?

Doesn't say.

When they're afraid to put
it in the paper, that's bad.

Hey Wally, here's their number.

Why don't you call up and ask
them how much dinners are?

That's a good idea.

You may not be as
goofy as you look.

I couldn't call them up.

All you have to do is ask them
how much it's going to set you back.

If they give you any trouble,

tell them you're Bobby
Darin or somebody.

Well, okay. I guess
I could call them.

Hey, Beav, what's the number?

Klondike 23958.

Hello, the White Fox?

I was just wondering about
the price of your dinners.

Just a minute.

He wants to know something
about a la carte or table d'hote.

Never mind that French jazz.
Just ask him how much soup is.

Excuse me, sir, but
how much is your soup?

80 cents?

Well, how much is coffee?

Holy mackerel.

I mean, thank you anyway.

Wow, coffee's 40 cents.

Wally, that's $1.20 apiece.

That's 2.40 for both of you. If you don't
eat anything else, you just might make it.

Listen, squirt,

no girl in the world is going
to settle for a liquid diet.

Boy, oh, boy.

I hate to say this, Gertrude,

but I think that somewhere
in-between the soup and the coffee,

you're going to get murdered.

- Hi, Dad.
- Hi, Wally.

Say, Dad, you've had
a lot of experience,

and you're pretty old,

and you were in the Seabees.

You know, you're kind of a...

Kind of a man of the world.

Yeah, yeah.

I wonder, could I
ask you something?

Sure, go right ahead.

Well, in your whole life,

have you ever heard of
anybody paying 80 cents for soup?

Well, that is sort of
a worldly question.

Yeah, I suppose once or
twice in my checkered career,

I must have encountered
an 80 cent bowl of soup.

Well, see, the thing is

I'm supposed to take Julie
out to dinner, the White Fox,

and that's how much the soup is.

Eddie says it's one of
the ritziest places in town.

Yes, well, it is quite
expensive. Why'd you pick it?

I didn't pick it.

Mom said I should ask
Julie where she wanted to go,

and that's where
she wanted to go.

Well, the White Fox
is a rather new place.

I expect Julie doesn't
have any idea of their prices.

Maybe not, but now
that I've asked her,

I don't exactly know what to do.

I was thinking
about getting sick,

but this is such a big deal, I
practically have to be dying.

I don't think you have
to go that far, Wally.

Julie's a sensible girl.

If I were you, I'd just go over
there and have a talk with her

and tell her the White Fox
is a little beyond my budget,

and I'm sure she'd understand
and choose some place else.

You don't think she'd get mad?

Of course she won't.

And wherever you go to dinner, I
know you're going to have a lot of fun.

Yeah.

Boy, you know,
as a guy gets older,

having fun sure
gets complicated.

It sure does, son.

- Hi, Wally.
- Hi, Julie.

Could I see you for
a couple minutes?

Sure. Come on in.

Oh, Wally, I almost called you.

Guess what happened.

You got sick?

No, silly. Sit down.

Betty and Susan and
Joanie were over here,

and I happened to mention that you
were taking me to the White Fox for dinner,

and they turned
absolutely purple with envy.

Well, the White Fox...

You know, that's what I
wanted to talk to you about.

Not one of them has
seen the inside of it,

but Betty heard it's just
the yummiest place ever,

and real romantic, with candles
on each table and everything.

Yeah, well...

I promised to tell
them all about it,

and exactly what we have to
eat, and I've got a new dress,

and I could just
hug you to pieces

for asking me to go to
such a wonderful place.

That's nice.

Wally, what did you want
to say about the White Fox?

- Well, I...
- Yeah?

Well, is it okay if we get
there around 7:30 or so?

Oh, Wally, I'm so
excited, I could just die.

Yeah, me too.

Ward, Wally's got a problem.

Yeah, Dad. Do you
think it would be okay

if I sold that record player that
Aunt Martha gave me for my birthday?

Lumpy says he'll
give me $18 for it.

You got stuck with
the White Fox, huh?

I only have $4.95, and if I don't
sell that record player, well...

Well, knowing your aunt Martha,
I don't think she'd appreciate

your unloading
her birthday present

to take a blonde out to dinner.

Yeah, I guess she
probably wouldn't like that.

But how would it be if I advanced you
$15, and you can pay me back later?

Gee, Dad, that'd just
about save my life.

All right, there you are.

Thanks, Dad.

Have you made a reservation?

A reservation?

Yeah, you really should, Wally.

The White Fox isn't a place you
just walk into on Saturday night

and expect to get
a table just like that.

If you want him to,
your father will call up

and talk to the
maitre d' for you.

Sure. I'll be glad to
call Maurice for you.

We take clients there
to lunch quite frequently.

Well, if it's all the
same to you, Dad,

I'd kind of like
to try it myself.

Go right ahead.

There's no trick
to it, is there?

No, you just speak up, tell
him you want a table for two,

and tell him when.

Hey, Beav, what are you
doing with all the papers around?

I'm still looking
for a current event.

Hey Wally, how about this?

"North Mayfield to
get new sewer line."

It's okay, I guess.

Or maybe Mr. Watson would rather
hear about the Russians yelling at people.

Hello, the White Fox?

Could I speak to the
maitre d'hotel, please?

Oh, this is him?

Well, I'd like to make reservations
for two for dinner tonight.

What time? Around 7:30.

Oh, yeah. My name
is Wally Cleaver,

and my date's
name is Julie Foster.

She's in my algebra
class. I met her at school.

Her father's an English
teacher, but she...

What?

You don't have a table?

Yeah, thank you.

Yeah, I'll call
earlier next time.

Boy, Wally, what a lucky break.

Beaver, why don't you stop cluttering
up the living room and pick up this mess?

Boy, Dad, you got more paint on
you than you did on the screens.

Mark of a true artist, Beaver.

Where's Wally?

He's upstairs, mad.

What's he mad about?

I don't get it. He called up
that guy at the White Fox,

and he said he
didn't have any tables,

then Wally got real mad and
he started ordering me around.

You mean they wouldn't
make a reservation for him?

Yeah, that's right, Dad.

I think they thought he was
some little kid messing around,

because he used
his nervous voice.

Oh, Ward.

Here, Beaver. Finish
cleaning up these brushes.

I have something else to do.

Sure, Dad.

Honey, why doesn't
that restaurant call back?

They said they would.

They will.

Beaver, don't use the
phone right now, son.

Dad, I have to. I have to call Richard
about coming over here tomorrow.

Beaver, you heard
what your father said.

You're just going to have
to wait a few minutes.

See? There he
is now, calling me.

Hello, Richard? I was
going to call you, but...

No, sir. I'm
Mr. Theodore Cleaver.

Yes, sir.

Oh, yes, sir. I'll tell him.

Yes, sir. Thank
you, sir. Goodbye.

That wasn't Richard at all.

That was some fancy talking
guy called maitre d', for Wally.

Wally. Hey, Wally.

What do you want?

Some fancy talking
guy just called you,

and his name was maitre
d' from the White Fox.

Oh, yeah? What did he want?

Bad news. He found out
he's got a table tonight.

He's got a table?

Well, how come?

I don't know, Wally. I imagine he
found out who he was dealing with.

Sure. Wallace Cleaver, our
debonair, handsome man-about-town.

Well, maybe he read about what a
big football star you are in the paper.

Yes, Beaver. You
know, I'll bet that was it.

Well, I'm going to go now.

Oh, Wally, you do look handsome.

Gee, Mom, don't say that. I
feel funny enough already.

Ward, they're wearing
them squared off now.

Since when?

Ever since I was
a little kid, Dad.

Oh.

Boy, Wally, you better
not blow your nose on that.

You'd never get it
folded back again.

Say, Wally, if you'd like, I'd
be glad to drive you and Julie

over to the White Fox.

Oh, no, that's okay, Dad.

I'm walking over to her place,

and then her brother's
driving us to the restaurant.

Yeah, well, son,
remember... Don't overtip.

- 15% is about right.
- Sure, Dad. I know.

And if there's anything you
don't understand about the menu...

You know, say it's in French...

Don't hesitate to ask the
waiter to explain it to you.

I'm pretty good in French,
Dad, even though I take Spanish.

Wally, when it
comes time to order,

you ask Julie what she wants
first, and then you tell the waiter.

Don't worry about
him, Mom and Dad.

He's seen Rock Hudson eat
in the movies a million times.

Sure, Dad. Honest.
I'll be all right.

All right. Have a good time.

Bye.

Bye, Wally.

Well, there's another milestone.

You know, it won't be long before
Beaver will be going out on dinner dates.

Not me.

I got enough manners to
worry about, just eating at home.

Isn't this the most gorgeous
place you've ever seen?

It's a lot more gorgeous
than the school cafeteria.

Mademoiselle.

Monsieur.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Say, Julie, would you
prefer guinea hen or squab?

They're both birds.

I didn't know it would
be this expensive.

May I recommend the
specialty de la maison?

Well, yeah. That
depends on what's in it.

It is a fillet of
sole almandine.

Oh, I just love that.

Very well then. We'll
have two fillet of sole...

Like that.

Very good, sir.

And a tossed green salad?

Does it come with?

Yes, sir. Please. Two
tossed green salads.

And of course, the
special White Fox dressing.

Of course, the special
White Fox dressing.

Mademoiselle.

Do you dine here a lot, Wally?

Oh, well, I wouldn't say a lot.

You know how it is.

Ward. Oh, Ward,
the most awful thing.

Look, I found this in
Wally's sports jacket.

- It's his wallet
with all his money in it.
- Oh, no.

Honey, you've got to drive right down
to the restaurant and take it to him.

Wait a minute. Embarrass
him in front of his girl?

Honey, he's going to be
a lot more embarrassed

when it comes time
to pay the check

and he doesn't have any money.

June, I think I
have a better idea.

What are you going to do?

Call the restaurant.

I forgot my wallet once.
My mother brought it to me.

Handed it to me right
in front of Agnes Fuller.

I still bear the psychic scars.

Hello, may I speak
to Maurice, please?

Ward, what good is it going
to do to call the restaurant?

Dear, this is what's known as
giving your son a helping hand.

With one phone call to Maurice,

I'm going to build up both
Wally's ego and his credit.

Wally, I'll remember
this night as long as I live.

Oh, yes, the food is
always pretty good here.

Oh, it wasn't just the food.

It was just everything.

Well, I guess they
added it up okay.

Wouldn't you prefer
to sign the check, sir?

Sign? What for?

Your credit is good here, sir.

My credit? Well, I, uh...

Many of our patrons
prefer to sign.

We send the bill at
the end of the month.

Yeah, well, I think maybe
you have the wrong patron.

You are Mr. Wallace
Cleaver, aren't you?

Yeah, that's my
name, but... Very good.

Okay, but... what
do I do about a tip?

If our service has
been satisfactory,

you may indicate
the gratuity on the bill.

Oh, all right.

15% of...

Thank you, Mr. Cleaver.

And bon soir.

Yeah. Yeah, sure. Bon soir.

Oh, Wally, I never
knew you were like this.

You know something?
Neither did I.

- Hi, Mom, Dad.
- Hi.

How was your dinner date?

It was okay.

Julie have a good time?

Yeah, great.

What did you order?

Oh, I don't know. Some
kind of fish with nuts on it.

Was it good?

Yeah, it was okay, I guess,

if you like fish
with nuts on it.

How about the
service? Was it good?

Boy, Dad, it was great.

That waiter even knew my name,

and he let me sign the
check and everything.

Well, Wally, when the
waiter knows your name,

that's absolute proof
you're a man of the world.

I guess so.

Well, I think I'm going to
hit the sack. Good night.

Good night, Mom.

- Good night, honey.
- Good night, son.

You ever going to
tell him what you did?

Spoil it for him? I
wouldn't think of it.

Hi, Wally. How much
did it cost you to eat?

Well, the bill was $12.50,
and then with a 15% tip,

that brought it up to $14.37.

Wow, what did you
do without your wallet?

Hey, how did you know
I didn't have my wallet?

Well, Mom came
in here a while ago,

and she put it in
your coat pocket.

I acted like I didn't see her.

Does Dad know she found it?

You know Mom. If
she knows, Dad knows.

Oh, now I'm beginning
to see what happened.

How what happened?

How come the restaurant
let me sign for the bill

instead of having me
wash dishes or something.

I guess Dad must
have called them up

and told them it was okay.

Boy, that's real neat of Dad
to do something like that.

Aren't you going to go
down and thank him?

Thank who?

Dad.

Oh, no, I'll just pay the bill
at the beginning of the month.

Well, no, I mean from keeping

you and Julie from doing dishes.

Oh, no, the way I figure it

is he didn't want to spoil it
for me by saying anything,

so I don't want to spoil it
for him by saying anything.

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