Life with Lucy (1986): Season 1, Episode 5 - Lucy Is a Sax Symbol - full transcript
(theme music playing)
♪ Every day I'm better
than I ever was before ♪
♪ Every day I'm loving,
living more and more ♪
♪ Every day holds keys
to possibilities galore ♪
♪ Every day is better than before ♪
♪ How you feel depends on who you are ♪
♪ Who you are depends on what you do ♪
♪ What you do is mostly up to you ♪
♪ It's true ♪
I You can make a better you I
♪ Every day is a new world
that I'm eager to explore ♪
♪ Every day opportunity
knocks at my door ♪
♪ Every day I'm loving,
living more and more and more ♪
♪ And every day is better than ♪
♪ Keep on saying, "Yes, I can" ♪
♪ And every day is better than before ♪
Thanks for doing the laundry, Ted.
- Oh, yeah.
- Not many husbands'll do this.
Well, I don't have any prehistoric
hang-ups about being macho.
Oh, well, good, because you just
turned your underwear pink.
Man: Anybody home?
Oh, down here, Leonard.
L, uh, got Mrs. B some empty boxes
from the hardware store.
Oh, great. She's out jogging.
- She should be back any minute.
- Oh, great.
Yeah, I'm sure glad your mother
finally decided
to get rid of some this junk down here.
Boo!
(gasps)
(laughs)
I jogged past a garage sale.
It's a mask from Africa.
Wow. How far did you run?
(laughter)
Now, Mom, you promised
to get rid of stuff today,
-not go out and buy more.
- I couldn't resist it.
- Yeah, who could?
- Oh, Ted, come on. Help me fix lunch.
Lunch, great idea.
I'll have a grilled cheese
with tomatoes and peanut butter.
You haven't got time to have lunch.
That's what I said.
I don't have time for lunch.
Of course not.
Now, you can start
with these old clothes.
I don't think these poodle things
will ever come back.
-(laughs)
- And I have to get rid
of these magazines.
Much as I hate to,
but I guess they have to go.
- I'll move these first, Mrs. B.
- Okay.
Oh. Oops.
(grunts) Oh, jeez.
I got it. Don't worry.
Got it. Ugh.
Just... get these...
Hold it. Hold it.
You convinced me, Leonard.
I'll keep 'em.
Thanks, Mrs. B.
Why don't you go get your lunch?
Oh, good idea.
Take a little rest.
One grilled cheese. Hold the mayo.
Oh, God. Where to start?
Oh, dear.
I remember that trunk.
Yeah!
Oh, you little doll!
Oh, yeah! Hello there.
Hello there.
Oh. Oh.
Oh.
Gee.
(Plays note)
Boy, am I hot.
(Playing off-key)
Throw it away. It's broken.
It's not broken. I'm just a little rusty.
Did you play in a rock band, Grandma?
No.
The Pasadena High School Marching Band.
I was friends with all the cute guys
on the football team.
That's how I met your grandpa Sam.
Grandpa played football?
No, he played flugelhorn,
and he marched right in front of me.
Oh, boy, could that man flugel.
Now then.
You look great, Grandma.
- Yeah, you really do.
- Thank you.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the Pasadena High School
Bulldog Marching Band,
inspiring our team to victory.
(Playing off-key)
Well, we didn't win every game.
However...
(Playing off-key)
(laughs) You like that, huh, kids?
- I thought it was great.
- You're cool, Grandma.
Listen, come here, Becky.
Let me see something.
Do like this.
(blowing raspberries)
Mm. Uh-huh.
Oh, yeah.
Grandma, what are you doing?
I'm checking to see if you can
carry on the family tradition.
You know, not everyone's born
to play the saxophone.
- Now do that again.
-(blowing raspberries)
Mm. It's there, all right.
You've inherited my lip.
You need a special lip?
Absolutely.
I wanted your mom to play,
but she didn't have it.
Well, how did Becky get it?
Well,
sometimes a lip skips a generation.
How about it, Becky.
You wanna learn to play?
Okay!
And if I'm lucky,
some boy will flugel in my ear.
(laughs)
That's the way I like to hear you talk.
Oh, boy, I can see it now.
First you hear the big bass drums.
(imitates drums)
Then the crash of the cymbals.
(imitates cymbals)
Then you and the band
start marching down the field.
Go, Bulldogs, go!
Atta boy!
(Playing off-key)
(Playing off-key)
Very good, Becky.
Are you sure?
It sounded awful to me.
I'm your grandmother, dear,
I say it sounded fine.
What would you say
if you weren't my grandmother?
I'd say keep practicing.
(Playing off-key)
If you're going to operate
on that buffalo,
at least use some anesthetic!
(groans)
I'm teaching Becky to play the saxophone.
Oh.
Oh, I thought it was you
making all that--
Oh, Becky, darling.
Oh, you sounded just wonderful.
But I was trying to get a nap, and...
couldn't you learn it some other time?
For instance, when you're older?
Curtis, what's more important,
your granddaughter's musical enrichment
or resting those tired old bones of yours?
Until she started practicing,
they were young bones.
- Oh, you wish.
- Well, I...
Becky, let me hear your B-flat.
(Becky plays loud, wavering note)
Becky, please!
Sweetheart, honey, princess.
It's very hard to study
when you're playing like that.
That's the only way I know how to play.
Yeah.
(Playing off-key)
That is a sound
only a mother could love.
(plays off-key)
(Margo screams)
(sighs) Becky, haven't you
practiced enough for one day?
Uh, look, everybody, if Becky
wants to play the saxophone,
we should encourage her.
- I agree.
- Yeah, well, we all do.
It's just that there's gotta be
someplace Becky can play
where she's not disturbing
the whole house.
Well, how-- how about the basement?
All: Good.
You wouldn't mind that,
would you, Becky?
I guess not.
And while you're down there,
maybe you could play a little softer?
And possibly you could point
that adorable little horn
out the window?
Oh, shame on all of you.
Look at Kevin.
He loves listening to Becky play.
Don't you, Kevin?
Kevin?
Kevin.
You say something, Grandma?
All right.
The basis of a tort action
is that there's a breach of a legal duty
on the part of a party
other than a contract duty
by which another party is injured.
I love it when you talk legalese.
Oh, yeah? Well, then.
The case of Damaris versus Kreshi.
The doctrine of
res ipsa Ioquitur is such--
Please!
I'm only flesh and blood.
Ahem.
Can I talk to you guys?
- Mm-hmm.
- Of course, dear.
- What is it?
- It's about the saxophone.
Both: You're doing very well.
I've been practicing every day
for a whole week, and I hate it.
Well, what exactly
don't you like about it?
Everything.
I can't be with my friends after school,
'cause I've gotta practice.
And I sound horrible.
All right, if you don't wanna play
the saxophone, you don't have to.
Really?
Of course not.
You just tell Grandma what you told us.
She's very understanding.
Grandma really wants me to play the sax.
If I tell her,
I'll feel like a real crumb bum.
Well, you want me to talk to her?
Would you?
Sure, that's what dads are for,
aren't they?
- To do the dirty work?
- Dad, I love you.
Mwah. All right.
And this is what makes
the dirty work worthwhile.
Oh, there she is.
My little virtuoso.
Mom, there, uh, is something
that I'd like to talk to you about.
One minute, Ted. Guess what?
I have a surprise for you, Becky.
- You do?
- Uh-huh.
I know how much
you love the saxophone
and how hard you've been working at it.
Ted.
Uh, yeah, as a matter of fact, Mom,
Becky was just talking about that.
- Um...
- Oh, that's the way it is
with the saxophone-- once you pick it up,
it becomes your life.
Oh, you've made your Grandma
so proud and so happy.
I want you to have this.
You bought her a new saxophone?
Even better!
I took my old one and had it
polished and cleaned up.
I even had it engraved.
Go ahead, Becky. Read it.
"Made in Elkhart, lndiana."
Underneath that, dear. Underneath it.
"To darling Becky.
With all my love, Grandma."
Gee, thanks.
Oh, you're welcome, sweetheart.
You're welcome.
Now, what'd you want, Ted?
Right. Uh, well, what I wanted to say,
Mom, is that, um...
Dinner's almost ready.
Well, good. I'll-- I'll go get washed up.
- Mom...
- Look at that.
You know, these are the moments
a grandmother lives for.
Oh, you little doll.
So you're wimping out on me.
No, honey, not exactly wimping out.
You see,
when people live with other people,
they have to learn
to be considerate of their feelings.
What about my feelings?
Honey, our own feelings
don't always come first.
- What do you mean?
- Remember the time Grandma
sat through the Three Stooges
film festival with you?
Six full hours of...
(vocalizing)
Great. I'm having a serious talk
with Moe and Curly.
Sweetheart, what Curly and I
are trying to say to you--
I know, I know.
I owe her one.
Goalie!
Goalie, goalie!
Grandma, no playing ball in the house.
Oh, I'm not playing.
I'm picking up after you.
And, sweetheart,
you're not supposed to be fooling
with Becky's saxophone.
I got it from the basement
to show Max.
Mrs. Barker, Kevin was just telling me
how beautifully you play the saxophone.
He was, huh?
Well, I did blow
a mean horn in my day.
If it's not too much trouble,
would you favor us with a selection?
Why, of course.
How nice.
You ought to bring Max
around here more often, dear.
What a nice thing to say.
You...
Well, let's see now. What'll I play?
(Playing off-key)
(dog barking)
(dogs barking, howling)
(dogs stop barking)
That was lovely.
Thank you, Mrs. Barker.
Oh, my pleasure.
Let's go mess around in the backyard.
See, I told you that saxophone
was making my dog crazy.
(dog barking)
-(saxophone honking)
-(dogs howling)
And stay away!
My dessert is ruined.
That awful horn curdled my mousse.
Well, you could skip a dessert or two.
You're starting to look
like a moose yourself.
Never mind. Never mind that.
What am I supposed to do with this?
I guess you'll have to throw it out.
(Playing off-key)
I cannot believe you did that!
Just a minute.
Curtis!
- Curtis!
- Thank you.
I c:a--.
(Cries)
Oh, I hope I can get this cleaned up.
Becky will be heartbroken.
Well, you should have thought of that
before you started playing doggie duets.
Oh.
You know what your problem is?
You're jealous because
Becky's taking after me.
I'm not jealous. I'm terrified!
Ow!
What's the matter?
My hand is stuck.
Too bad you didn't
put your head in there.
Curtis, I mean it.
I can't get my hand out.
All right, I'm going to pull now.
Are you ready? I'll count three.
- All right.
- All right.
One...
two... three.
WOW grunt)
Now, now, now,
we have to learn to share our toys.
My hand is stuck.
Oh, Mom.
How did it happen?
Oh, your father-in-law used
a saxophone as a garbage disposal.
Your mother-in-law drove me to it.
It was self-defense.
What am I gonna do?
Well, don't panic.
We'll get you out of there.
- Dad, move...
- What are you gonna--
- I did that--
- Grab a hold.
Well, we'll do it again.
- Hold on.
- One, two, three.
One, two, three, and heave.
Aah!
Hey, take the sax. Leave the hand.
- Oh.
- Boy, your hand's really in there.
Oh, thanks for noticing, Ted.
Oh, wait a minute.
No wonder it won't budge.
My ring is caught in the valve.
Ah, well, I'll go and get my saw
out of the garage.
What saw? What for?
Well, we'll cut the saxophone
about, uh, there.
Then we can reach in
and pull your ring off.
Never.
I'd rather you cut my arm off.
If you insist.
Mom, this is an emergency.
Yeah, and after we get your hand out,
we can weld the horn back together.
But it'll never sound the same.
Oh, good!
Okay, but we'll have to ask Becky.
This really belongs to her.
She's very understanding.
Yeah, I'm sure she'll make the sacrifice.
Oh, I hate to do this.
You know how dedicated she is.
She practices every day
at the same time.
Just like clockwork.
(saxophone playing off-key)
See? There she goes.
It must be 5:00.
She's so dedicated,
she practices without the saxophone.
(off-key saxophone continues)
Becky?
Becky?
(saxophone stops)
I can't believe this.
We've been listening to a tape.
She really had me fooled.
Well, now, maybe she's out
practicing her marching.
I just don't understand.
I thought Becky loved the saxophone.
Well, maybe not as much
as you loved her loving it.
You knew about this?
Well, not about the tape recorder,
but we knew she didn't really like it.
And we didn't know how to tell you.
We need to have a talk with her.
Yes, we do.
Well, don't be too hard on her.
- It's okay.
- No, it's not.
You're right.
But I'll get over it.
- Maybe not in this lifetime, but...
- Oh...
I'll, uh, I'll go and get my saw.
Oh, dear.
Hi, Becky.
Grandma, what are you doing down here?
Well...
I'm trying to decide
if it's real or if it's Memorex.
Are you mad?
No, I'm not mad.
I'm disappointed.
I'm... really very disappointed.
What's your hand doing in there?
Oh, it's the old story of a man,
his mousse, and a tone-deaf dog.
But we have more important things
to talk about, young lady.
Sit down, please.
Becky, why didn't you just tell me
that you didn't wanna play the saxophone?
Could you tell you
you didn't wanna play the saxophone?
No, but I'm chicken.
Grandma, I tried to like it.
I really did.
But it wasn't any fun.
Honey, you can always tell your grandma
the truth, even if I don't like it.
I'll try.
Sorry I hurt your feelings.
Well, I'm sorry I pushed you into it.
- That's okay.
- No, it's not.
It's time that I started
making some new memories
instead of trying to relive
my old ones through you.
Are you still disappointed?
Maybe a little.
But never... never disappointed in you.
You should grow up
to be your own self.
You don't have to be just like me.
I wanna be just like you.
I love you.
I only wish
you played the electric guitar.
You doll.
(music playing)
(theme music playing)
♪ Every day I'm better
than I ever was before ♪
♪ Every day I'm loving,
living more and more ♪
♪ Every day holds keys
to possibilities galore ♪
♪ Every day is better than before ♪
♪ How you feel depends on who you are ♪
♪ Who you are depends on what you do ♪
♪ What you do is mostly up to you ♪
♪ It's true ♪
I You can make a better you I
♪ Every day is a new world
that I'm eager to explore ♪
♪ Every day opportunity
knocks at my door ♪
♪ Every day I'm loving,
living more and more and more ♪
♪ And every day is better than ♪
♪ Keep on saying, "Yes, I can" ♪
♪ And every day is better than before ♪
Thanks for doing the laundry, Ted.
- Oh, yeah.
- Not many husbands'll do this.
Well, I don't have any prehistoric
hang-ups about being macho.
Oh, well, good, because you just
turned your underwear pink.
Man: Anybody home?
Oh, down here, Leonard.
L, uh, got Mrs. B some empty boxes
from the hardware store.
Oh, great. She's out jogging.
- She should be back any minute.
- Oh, great.
Yeah, I'm sure glad your mother
finally decided
to get rid of some this junk down here.
Boo!
(gasps)
(laughs)
I jogged past a garage sale.
It's a mask from Africa.
Wow. How far did you run?
(laughter)
Now, Mom, you promised
to get rid of stuff today,
-not go out and buy more.
- I couldn't resist it.
- Yeah, who could?
- Oh, Ted, come on. Help me fix lunch.
Lunch, great idea.
I'll have a grilled cheese
with tomatoes and peanut butter.
You haven't got time to have lunch.
That's what I said.
I don't have time for lunch.
Of course not.
Now, you can start
with these old clothes.
I don't think these poodle things
will ever come back.
-(laughs)
- And I have to get rid
of these magazines.
Much as I hate to,
but I guess they have to go.
- I'll move these first, Mrs. B.
- Okay.
Oh. Oops.
(grunts) Oh, jeez.
I got it. Don't worry.
Got it. Ugh.
Just... get these...
Hold it. Hold it.
You convinced me, Leonard.
I'll keep 'em.
Thanks, Mrs. B.
Why don't you go get your lunch?
Oh, good idea.
Take a little rest.
One grilled cheese. Hold the mayo.
Oh, God. Where to start?
Oh, dear.
I remember that trunk.
Yeah!
Oh, you little doll!
Oh, yeah! Hello there.
Hello there.
Oh. Oh.
Oh.
Gee.
(Plays note)
Boy, am I hot.
(Playing off-key)
Throw it away. It's broken.
It's not broken. I'm just a little rusty.
Did you play in a rock band, Grandma?
No.
The Pasadena High School Marching Band.
I was friends with all the cute guys
on the football team.
That's how I met your grandpa Sam.
Grandpa played football?
No, he played flugelhorn,
and he marched right in front of me.
Oh, boy, could that man flugel.
Now then.
You look great, Grandma.
- Yeah, you really do.
- Thank you.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the Pasadena High School
Bulldog Marching Band,
inspiring our team to victory.
(Playing off-key)
Well, we didn't win every game.
However...
(Playing off-key)
(laughs) You like that, huh, kids?
- I thought it was great.
- You're cool, Grandma.
Listen, come here, Becky.
Let me see something.
Do like this.
(blowing raspberries)
Mm. Uh-huh.
Oh, yeah.
Grandma, what are you doing?
I'm checking to see if you can
carry on the family tradition.
You know, not everyone's born
to play the saxophone.
- Now do that again.
-(blowing raspberries)
Mm. It's there, all right.
You've inherited my lip.
You need a special lip?
Absolutely.
I wanted your mom to play,
but she didn't have it.
Well, how did Becky get it?
Well,
sometimes a lip skips a generation.
How about it, Becky.
You wanna learn to play?
Okay!
And if I'm lucky,
some boy will flugel in my ear.
(laughs)
That's the way I like to hear you talk.
Oh, boy, I can see it now.
First you hear the big bass drums.
(imitates drums)
Then the crash of the cymbals.
(imitates cymbals)
Then you and the band
start marching down the field.
Go, Bulldogs, go!
Atta boy!
(Playing off-key)
(Playing off-key)
Very good, Becky.
Are you sure?
It sounded awful to me.
I'm your grandmother, dear,
I say it sounded fine.
What would you say
if you weren't my grandmother?
I'd say keep practicing.
(Playing off-key)
If you're going to operate
on that buffalo,
at least use some anesthetic!
(groans)
I'm teaching Becky to play the saxophone.
Oh.
Oh, I thought it was you
making all that--
Oh, Becky, darling.
Oh, you sounded just wonderful.
But I was trying to get a nap, and...
couldn't you learn it some other time?
For instance, when you're older?
Curtis, what's more important,
your granddaughter's musical enrichment
or resting those tired old bones of yours?
Until she started practicing,
they were young bones.
- Oh, you wish.
- Well, I...
Becky, let me hear your B-flat.
(Becky plays loud, wavering note)
Becky, please!
Sweetheart, honey, princess.
It's very hard to study
when you're playing like that.
That's the only way I know how to play.
Yeah.
(Playing off-key)
That is a sound
only a mother could love.
(plays off-key)
(Margo screams)
(sighs) Becky, haven't you
practiced enough for one day?
Uh, look, everybody, if Becky
wants to play the saxophone,
we should encourage her.
- I agree.
- Yeah, well, we all do.
It's just that there's gotta be
someplace Becky can play
where she's not disturbing
the whole house.
Well, how-- how about the basement?
All: Good.
You wouldn't mind that,
would you, Becky?
I guess not.
And while you're down there,
maybe you could play a little softer?
And possibly you could point
that adorable little horn
out the window?
Oh, shame on all of you.
Look at Kevin.
He loves listening to Becky play.
Don't you, Kevin?
Kevin?
Kevin.
You say something, Grandma?
All right.
The basis of a tort action
is that there's a breach of a legal duty
on the part of a party
other than a contract duty
by which another party is injured.
I love it when you talk legalese.
Oh, yeah? Well, then.
The case of Damaris versus Kreshi.
The doctrine of
res ipsa Ioquitur is such--
Please!
I'm only flesh and blood.
Ahem.
Can I talk to you guys?
- Mm-hmm.
- Of course, dear.
- What is it?
- It's about the saxophone.
Both: You're doing very well.
I've been practicing every day
for a whole week, and I hate it.
Well, what exactly
don't you like about it?
Everything.
I can't be with my friends after school,
'cause I've gotta practice.
And I sound horrible.
All right, if you don't wanna play
the saxophone, you don't have to.
Really?
Of course not.
You just tell Grandma what you told us.
She's very understanding.
Grandma really wants me to play the sax.
If I tell her,
I'll feel like a real crumb bum.
Well, you want me to talk to her?
Would you?
Sure, that's what dads are for,
aren't they?
- To do the dirty work?
- Dad, I love you.
Mwah. All right.
And this is what makes
the dirty work worthwhile.
Oh, there she is.
My little virtuoso.
Mom, there, uh, is something
that I'd like to talk to you about.
One minute, Ted. Guess what?
I have a surprise for you, Becky.
- You do?
- Uh-huh.
I know how much
you love the saxophone
and how hard you've been working at it.
Ted.
Uh, yeah, as a matter of fact, Mom,
Becky was just talking about that.
- Um...
- Oh, that's the way it is
with the saxophone-- once you pick it up,
it becomes your life.
Oh, you've made your Grandma
so proud and so happy.
I want you to have this.
You bought her a new saxophone?
Even better!
I took my old one and had it
polished and cleaned up.
I even had it engraved.
Go ahead, Becky. Read it.
"Made in Elkhart, lndiana."
Underneath that, dear. Underneath it.
"To darling Becky.
With all my love, Grandma."
Gee, thanks.
Oh, you're welcome, sweetheart.
You're welcome.
Now, what'd you want, Ted?
Right. Uh, well, what I wanted to say,
Mom, is that, um...
Dinner's almost ready.
Well, good. I'll-- I'll go get washed up.
- Mom...
- Look at that.
You know, these are the moments
a grandmother lives for.
Oh, you little doll.
So you're wimping out on me.
No, honey, not exactly wimping out.
You see,
when people live with other people,
they have to learn
to be considerate of their feelings.
What about my feelings?
Honey, our own feelings
don't always come first.
- What do you mean?
- Remember the time Grandma
sat through the Three Stooges
film festival with you?
Six full hours of...
(vocalizing)
Great. I'm having a serious talk
with Moe and Curly.
Sweetheart, what Curly and I
are trying to say to you--
I know, I know.
I owe her one.
Goalie!
Goalie, goalie!
Grandma, no playing ball in the house.
Oh, I'm not playing.
I'm picking up after you.
And, sweetheart,
you're not supposed to be fooling
with Becky's saxophone.
I got it from the basement
to show Max.
Mrs. Barker, Kevin was just telling me
how beautifully you play the saxophone.
He was, huh?
Well, I did blow
a mean horn in my day.
If it's not too much trouble,
would you favor us with a selection?
Why, of course.
How nice.
You ought to bring Max
around here more often, dear.
What a nice thing to say.
You...
Well, let's see now. What'll I play?
(Playing off-key)
(dog barking)
(dogs barking, howling)
(dogs stop barking)
That was lovely.
Thank you, Mrs. Barker.
Oh, my pleasure.
Let's go mess around in the backyard.
See, I told you that saxophone
was making my dog crazy.
(dog barking)
-(saxophone honking)
-(dogs howling)
And stay away!
My dessert is ruined.
That awful horn curdled my mousse.
Well, you could skip a dessert or two.
You're starting to look
like a moose yourself.
Never mind. Never mind that.
What am I supposed to do with this?
I guess you'll have to throw it out.
(Playing off-key)
I cannot believe you did that!
Just a minute.
Curtis!
- Curtis!
- Thank you.
I c:a--.
(Cries)
Oh, I hope I can get this cleaned up.
Becky will be heartbroken.
Well, you should have thought of that
before you started playing doggie duets.
Oh.
You know what your problem is?
You're jealous because
Becky's taking after me.
I'm not jealous. I'm terrified!
Ow!
What's the matter?
My hand is stuck.
Too bad you didn't
put your head in there.
Curtis, I mean it.
I can't get my hand out.
All right, I'm going to pull now.
Are you ready? I'll count three.
- All right.
- All right.
One...
two... three.
WOW grunt)
Now, now, now,
we have to learn to share our toys.
My hand is stuck.
Oh, Mom.
How did it happen?
Oh, your father-in-law used
a saxophone as a garbage disposal.
Your mother-in-law drove me to it.
It was self-defense.
What am I gonna do?
Well, don't panic.
We'll get you out of there.
- Dad, move...
- What are you gonna--
- I did that--
- Grab a hold.
Well, we'll do it again.
- Hold on.
- One, two, three.
One, two, three, and heave.
Aah!
Hey, take the sax. Leave the hand.
- Oh.
- Boy, your hand's really in there.
Oh, thanks for noticing, Ted.
Oh, wait a minute.
No wonder it won't budge.
My ring is caught in the valve.
Ah, well, I'll go and get my saw
out of the garage.
What saw? What for?
Well, we'll cut the saxophone
about, uh, there.
Then we can reach in
and pull your ring off.
Never.
I'd rather you cut my arm off.
If you insist.
Mom, this is an emergency.
Yeah, and after we get your hand out,
we can weld the horn back together.
But it'll never sound the same.
Oh, good!
Okay, but we'll have to ask Becky.
This really belongs to her.
She's very understanding.
Yeah, I'm sure she'll make the sacrifice.
Oh, I hate to do this.
You know how dedicated she is.
She practices every day
at the same time.
Just like clockwork.
(saxophone playing off-key)
See? There she goes.
It must be 5:00.
She's so dedicated,
she practices without the saxophone.
(off-key saxophone continues)
Becky?
Becky?
(saxophone stops)
I can't believe this.
We've been listening to a tape.
She really had me fooled.
Well, now, maybe she's out
practicing her marching.
I just don't understand.
I thought Becky loved the saxophone.
Well, maybe not as much
as you loved her loving it.
You knew about this?
Well, not about the tape recorder,
but we knew she didn't really like it.
And we didn't know how to tell you.
We need to have a talk with her.
Yes, we do.
Well, don't be too hard on her.
- It's okay.
- No, it's not.
You're right.
But I'll get over it.
- Maybe not in this lifetime, but...
- Oh...
I'll, uh, I'll go and get my saw.
Oh, dear.
Hi, Becky.
Grandma, what are you doing down here?
Well...
I'm trying to decide
if it's real or if it's Memorex.
Are you mad?
No, I'm not mad.
I'm disappointed.
I'm... really very disappointed.
What's your hand doing in there?
Oh, it's the old story of a man,
his mousse, and a tone-deaf dog.
But we have more important things
to talk about, young lady.
Sit down, please.
Becky, why didn't you just tell me
that you didn't wanna play the saxophone?
Could you tell you
you didn't wanna play the saxophone?
No, but I'm chicken.
Grandma, I tried to like it.
I really did.
But it wasn't any fun.
Honey, you can always tell your grandma
the truth, even if I don't like it.
I'll try.
Sorry I hurt your feelings.
Well, I'm sorry I pushed you into it.
- That's okay.
- No, it's not.
It's time that I started
making some new memories
instead of trying to relive
my old ones through you.
Are you still disappointed?
Maybe a little.
But never... never disappointed in you.
You should grow up
to be your own self.
You don't have to be just like me.
I wanna be just like you.
I love you.
I only wish
you played the electric guitar.
You doll.
(music playing)
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