Step by Step (1991–1998): Season 6, Episode 24 - Bonjour Jean-Luc - full transcript

J.T. has a hot date or a party, but can't dance, and lessons from the girls prove hopeless. Jean-Luc takes over and teaches him how to parade like a peacock's mating dance. Frank just manages self-control when Carol, or actually Jean-Luc by accident, tells him the domestic chores he's burdened with for days may last months or years while the hair salon is started. But finding she pinched his comfort food cookies is just too much.

Okay, honey.

Just,
just hold still, okay?

Well, you've still got tools
stuck on your head.

Decorating
your daughter's hair
with screwdrivers.

Very creative, Frank.

No, she just got a clip
stuck in her hair,

and I, I got these
jammed in there
trying to get it out.

Hi! I'm back!

Hi, Mommy!

There's my Lilly.

Screwdrivers.



Daddy's been doing
your hair again?

How'd you know?

Honey, it's no use.

Those things
are stuck in there.

Well, it's easier
when you're a hairdresser.

Thanks, Mommy.
My head was getting
very heavy.

I bet it was.

Boy...

Am I glad to see you.

How was your beauty
convention?It was so great.

In fact, I have brought home
a big surprise for you.

Really?

Should I close
my eyes for this?

Yes.



Okay.
Okay.

You, you
must be Frank.

La, la, Frank.
I am so super-happy
to meet you.

I have to tell you
that after spending

a week in Miami Beach
with your wife...

He's French.

Frank, this is
Jean-Luc Rieupeyroux.Rieupeyroux.

You know, I used to
talk about him all the time.

He's my best, best, best
friend from beauty school.Best, best, best friend.

Well, isn't that great?

And you can tell me
what you two were
doing in Miami Beach.

Frank, it was
strictly professional.

I mean, I have not seen
Jean-Luc for years.

And there I am at
Hair Spectacular '96,

who do I run into
but the mad genius
of mousse himself.

C'est moi.
Guess what, Frank,
I'm moving here.

And Carol and I are going
to open a new salon together

called "Let Your Hair Down."

I know it's kind of sudden,
Frank, you know,

but with my customer
base and his name,
it'll be a smash.

It will be
super-extra fantastic.

Hey, Mom,
you're home.Honey, hi.

I want you
to meet someone.

It's him.
It's Jean-Luc.
I can't believe it.

Do you know who you are?

Mais oui.

This is Jean-Luc of Paris

and London and New York.

And South Coast Plaza.

He's bigger
than Vidal Sassoon.

This man is a hair god.

Jean-Luc, this is
my daughter, Karen.

Karen, the pleasure
is all mine, mon cheri.

Geez.

My God,

Jean-Luc kissed my hand.

Well, your shampoo
changed my life.

I love you.

I wanna have your child.

She's speaking
metaphorically.

There could never be nothing--
Nothing between us.

Could there?
No!

Excuse me,
Mr. Ripper-roo.Rieupeyroux.

Okay, I don't get it.

If you're
Mr. Big Time Hair Guy,

why do you wanna move here,
to the middle of nowhere?

I wish you wouldn't
go there, Frank.Well, honey, I mean, come on.

The guy is obviously
a celebrity.

Shh.
According to Karen,
this guy's got it all.

Nice going, Frank.

Well, what'd I do now?

Well, Jean-Luc
is very sensitive.

Gee.
He's going through
a very painful divorce.

His wife just completely
cleaned him out.

She took the bank
accounts, the cars,
the salon, the kids.

She took the hair spray.
The hair spray.

Everything.

This man has been
through hell.

Well, he looks like
he's in heaven now.

I am very sorry
if I touched on
a sore subject, okay?

It's okay.

I will start a new salon
with Carol, my only friend.

And with her help
and support,

I, Jean-Luc Rieupeyroux,
will rebuild myself.

He's French.

Smokin'.

J.T., guess what.

Really?
Yeah.

because I have a date
with her Saturday night.

Ouch.

Well, good for you.
Congrats.

Where are you
gonna take her?Club Euro.

The dance club?
No, no, no,
you can't take her there.

Why not?
I don't know,
because you can't dance.

Look, she wants to go
dancing so I gotta
take her, all right?

But I've been working
on some new moves.
You wanna see?

No.
Good, let me show you.
Come on.

Lilly, honey, please.

Listen, this isn't really
a good time to talk, Cody.

Yeah, honey, please.

in Russia, Cody,
but I'm a little
busy right now.

Hey, Dad, can I
ask you a question?Yeah, what is it?

Yeah, sure, son.
Lilly, honey. Hang on, Cody.

If train A leaves Philadelphia
at 3:45 p.m.,

one is using diesel fuel
and the other...

Hold on, wait
a minute, guys.

Frank, you put Al's underwear
in my drawer.

Can't you just wear 'em?
I'm a little busy here.

Hey!

You, take Lilly upstairs.
Teach her a new song.

You, take him up to his room
and help him with his math.

And, you, wear anybody's
underwear you want to.

Just don't show me.

I guess I just forgot how hard
it is starting a new salon.

Yeah, well, it's okay.
I saved supper for you.

It's in the oven.
You're the best.

I really appreciate
all you're doing
for me around here.

Well, it is a little crazy,
but what the heck,

it's only for
a couple more days?

What?

Have I ever told you
just how sexy you are

with this new haircut
I gave you?

Carol.

It is for a couple
more days, isn't it?

You know, I think a man
who does housework
is such a turn on.

Carol...
So strong.

I'll get it.

Thanks, Al.

Hello.

Jean-Luc...

So long.

Listen, I'm sorry to drop in
like a bad cheese,

but I just had to
come over to say thank you
to Monsieur François.

Monsieur François,
merci beaucoup.

Well, what for?
For sharing your
wife with me.

That come out wrong.

Oui.

really, for being
a super-groovy guy

who don't mind his wife
working crazy hours
for the next few years.

Years?

Carol, you did not
tell him the good news?

Let me tell him the good news.

Carol and I have
decided that,

no, we don't just want
to open a petite salon,

we want to create
the fantastic "aire" complex.

An air complex?

No, not "air," "aire."

"Air"?
"Aire."

"Hair."
"Aire."

No, I "ear" very well.

See you in a few years, honey.

Jean-Luc have make
a faux pas, no?

Oui.

Well, as we say
in France,

"The pâtéhas
really hit the fan."

Okay, Frank,
I know I should have
come right out and told you,

but you just seem
to react better when
I'm licking your chest.

You're not mad?
No, no, I'm fine.

Look, I know you've been
taking care of the kids

and most of
the household chores,

but this new salon
is very important to me.

And I wanna talk about this
and find a way to work it out.

Honey, there's nothing
to talk about.

You just take as much
time as you need to start
your new business.

I'll continue to work
and take care of
everything else

that goes on around here,
no problem.

Okay, so everything is okay,
and you're not mad.

I'm not mad.

When I get mad
about something,
I'll tell you.

Right now,
everything is okey-dokey.

Where's my
Mr. Fudge Buddy cookies?

I ate the last one
at lunch today.

You what?

I took my lunch to work,
and I wanted some cookies.

Okay...

I thought our marriage
was based on trust,

an equal partnership,
but obviously I was wrong.

and talk about Jean-Luc
and the new salon?

Because obviously,
this is not a cookie issue.

This is
a cookie issue.

And you have violated
all the trust in our marriage.

All you think about
is your cookie needs.

Well, maybe you haven't
noticed, but I have
cookie needs, too.

I have been doing most
of the household chores

while you focused on
your business.

Don't even try
and change the subject.

We are talking
cookies here.

And you are a very selfish
cookie person.

that you stole the last
Mr. Fudge Buddy cookie,

then we can talk
about this like adults.

And don't you be
Miss Innocent, either.

I know you eat my cookies
behind my back.

Looks like
Mr. Mom has PMS.

This is the complete
hair care system
by Jean-Luc.

You start every day by using
Jean-Luc's pre-conditioner,

shampoo, conditioner,
rinse, after rinse,

and mung bean moisturizer.

Karen...

Well, it's important.

I mean, hair is 90%
of your personality.

In her case,
I actually think
that's true.

Okay, here's the deal.

What's the matter, J.T.,
your inflatable girlfriend
blow a seal?

Listen, one of you
guys has gotta teach
me how to dance

before I go on
my date with Cindy.

Come on, Al, you gotta
help me, please, please?

Fine.
Yes.

But, J.T., I'm telling you,
dancing isn't that hard.

I mean, pretend
I'm Cindy, okay?

All you have to do
is just close your eyes

and feel the rhythm
of the music.

What are you doing? No!

My God, whatever it is,
we can work it out.

What you are doing to her?

He thinks he's dancing.

Hello.

My God,
another young beauty.

A brunette,
butterscotch and...

What would you
call that color?

Just forget it.
I might as well cancel
my date with Cindy.

I'm never gonna learn
how to dance.

Hold the telephone there,
Monsieur Homeboy.

just because you don't
think you can dance?

Yeah, I'm just
too uncoordinated.

Dancing is not just physical.

It only have to
come from your "goat."

My "goat"?

Not your "goat,"
your "gut."

Look, you just
have to imagine

that you are
a smoldering love machine

who make a woman
vibrate with desire.

Yeah, a desire to throw up.

You, with the bad
dye job, out.

You, you, young girl,
get out of my mind.

You, the dark-haired
beauty, you stay.

Jean-Luc will teach you.

Okay, let's commence
at the beginning.

Just imagine that
Karen is your date...

Over there.

Okay, now, J.T., just...

How you ask
her to dance?

I don't know.
I guess I say,

"So, you wanna
dance or something?"

No.

Not, "So, you wanna dance
or something?"

No, J.T.

You have to be confident.

Cocky. Robust?

Okay, no.

No, Jean-Luc will show you.

Look, you look at
all the girls,

all the girls.

You see the one you want.

It don't hurt to show
a little buttock either.

Then from across the room,

With eyes that burn.

You go toward her.

Your every move say to her,

big cat from the jungle."

He's good.

Wow.

all you have to do is feel
the music in your blood.

Let your mojo
do the talking.

Put a little Elvis
in your pelvis.

Are you sure
this is gonna work?

Is Jerry Lewis funny?

And now we all dance.

There's Waldo right there.

Okay, Daddy,
it's your turn.

Daddy's too tired
to find Waldo, honey.

Then I'll go upstairs
and brush my teeth,

and I'll be down
to tuck you in.

Hi, honey.

I brought you a surprise.

God, it's not another
French guy, is it?

No, it's a gift.

I really appreciate everything
you've been doing around here.

Mr. Fudge Buddy cookies.

Thank you, honey.

I almost hate to ask,
how was your day?

I washed 138 towels.

If you're thinking of
taking a shower, I wouldn't.

There won't be any hot water
until about Thursday.

Listen, you know,
I've been thinking
about this salon.

I'm not sure it's such
a good idea. It's going
to be so hard on you.

No, no.
No, no, honey.

I've been thinking
a lot about it, too.

And what you said
the other day is right.

You've been carrying
a big part of the load here,

and I think maybe it's time
I cut back at work

and helped out more
around here.

'Cause I was talking
to the kids,

Raving lunatic?

Well, they said
"raving butthead,"

but I'm sure they meant
"raving lunatic."

About 98% of the time,
I am ready to lose my mind.

And then something
happens that makes it all
worthwhile. Like today.

Today, Lilly dragged me
into the living room

and said,
"Daddy, I wrote my name."

Really?
Yeah.

But she wrote it.

Well, and then she looked up
at me with that little face,

and she said,
"Thanks for teaching me
to write, Daddy.

You're the best Daddy
in the whole world."

You're the best husband, too.

I almost forgot
how great it is to be
alone with you.

Is this about
your work schedule?

Okay, give me
the bad news.

Bonsoir, bonsoir.
And once again, bonsoir.

It was super-fine fantastic.

I was confident, cocky,

and "robeast."

I walked up to Cindy
like a big,

I said, "You want me,
and you know it."

And that worked?

No, she dumped me
like a bad cheese.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm going upstairs
to weep like a woman.