That Girl (1966–1971): Season 1, Episode 23 - What Are Your Intentions? - full transcript

Uh-huh. And Id like you and Mom

to come to dinner
tomorrow night.

Wait a minute. I'll check
with my food taster.

Helen?

Daddy, that's not funny,

especially since I'm
making your favorite dish,

spaghetti and meatballs.

Since when is that my favorite?

Since they're having a sale
on ground beef at the market.

Ann wants us to come down
for dinner tomorrow night.

Do we have any
plans? Suppose we did?



We to go Ann's for dinner.

Oh, good.

Okay, I'll see you around 7.

There'll just be the four
of us. The four of us?

Uh-huh. Don's coming. Uh-huh.

What do you mean "Uh-huh"?
I thought you liked Don.

In what dictionary does "uh-huh"
mean you don't like someone?

You could be a little
more enthusiastic.

Okay. How about "Yippee"?

Never mind.

I'll see you tomorrow. Bye.

She's seeing an
awful lot of that boy.

Well, he's intelligent,
ambitious, good-looking.

What more could a girl ask?



She could ask when
he's going to ask.

You mean marriage?

You sound like
Congress has repealed it.

Well, it's not a
girl's place to ask.

That's why she has her father.

I'm kinda glad he's gonna
be there tomorrow night.

I'd like to know what
goes with that boy

while he's going with that girl.

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Suppose Don is
serious about Ann,

but just isn't ready
for marriage yet?

Then he shouldn't be
taking up all of her time.

She should give
someone else a turn at bat.

You know that customer of mine
who always orders Chicken Cacciatore?

Mr. Cooper?

He's the Veal Parmigiane.

I mean, Ed Gilder,

who owns that big cement
factory on Pine Street,

also has a son called Frank,

who, someday, is gonna
come into all that cement.

Oh, where does Ann come in,

Chicken Cacciatore
or the cement?

Don't make jokes.

The boy was in the other day,

saw that picture of
Ann on the cash register.

I thought his eyeballs
were gonna jump out

and break his glasses.

I told him to call her up if
he ever got to New York.

And did he?

About a dozen times, but she
always had a previous appointment.

Alright, Lou, I can see you're
determined to talk to Don.

All I ask is you try to
be a little subtle about it.

What do you think I'm gonna do?

Walk in and say, "Hi, Don, nice
to see you. When's the wedding?"

Is that what you think? No.

You might leave out
"Hi, Don, nice to see you."

I think this is gonna
be a really nice evening.

I know Daddy can't
wait to see you again.

What's the matter? He ran out of
sparring partners up in Brewster?

Oh, Donald, if
Daddy didn't like you,

you wouldn't be here tonight.

Don't you mean he
wouldn't be here?

No, you wouldn't be here.

When Daddy comes to dinner, he
assumes complete charge of the guest list.

Oh, I want you
to taste this now.

Now, tell me if it
needs anything.

Salt, pepper, anything.

Now, be truthful.

Ahh!

Just an ice cube. Oh, good.

Daddy likes
everything nice and hot.

Yeah, no comment.

Oh, Donald, will you stop it?

He likes you.

And beside, you'll
have Mom and me here.

That's three against one.

Yeah, how can he lose?

Will you set the table?

Use the good dishes.

Which ones are the good ones?

They all look the same to me.

The good ones aren't chipped.

Yeah, that's how you tell.

I know. But remember, no
matter what happens tonight,

control yourself.

What do you mean control myself?

I'm the most even-tempered
man in the world.

I know. But just for tonight,

let's keep it down to
a little less than even.

That must be them.

Will you get it, Donald?

Okay.

Hi. Hello, Don. Nice to see you.

Good evening.

May I take your wrap? Thank you.

Ann will be out in a second,

as soon as she
untangles the spaghetti.

Don't worry, we
see her all the time.

Not as often as
you do, of course.

That's a nice jacket. New?

Well, it was.

About a year ago.

My wife doesn't know too
much about men's fashions.

Don got that jacket before he
started going steady with Ann.

How's your writing coming along?

Yeah, you, uh, you must be due

for a promotion pretty soon.

Well, I just asked for a raise.

That's even better.

I didn't get it.

Well, I don't know
what you're making,

but I bet it's twice what I
got when I was your age.

And I was already married.

Hi, Daddy. Hey,
honey, how are you?

Darling. Hi, Mom.

How are you?
Ann, you look lovely,

just beautiful.

Thank you, Daddy,
you're all parent.

Oh, when I think of that
lucky guy somewhere,

who someday will
come along and...

Daddy, what are
you talking about?

I've learned never to ask your
father what he's talking about,

'cause he's liable to tell me.

Now, I don't know what
you're talking about.

Look, honey, it's alright
to be modest, but...

Well, let me ask Don.

Don, when you walk
down the street with Ann,

how many guys do you wanna
punch in the nose for whistling at her?

Well, Daddy, so far he
hasn't skinned a knuckle.

Stop talking like
a father, will you?

Why not? Don understands.

Or he will when he
becomes a father.

Unless, of course, he
intends to remain a bachelor.

I-I think I'll go in the other
room and look at my meatballs.

Yeah. I-I'll help too.

Well, subtle enough?

For a bulldozer.

I don't know what's
the matter with Daddy.

He's never been
that pushy before.

He does give me the feeling
he's trying to tell us something.

At least, you don't have to
worry about him not liking you.

I was getting
used to that worry.

I hate to start
breaking in a new one.

What did I do?

Was I rude? Was I vulgar?

Did I say anything
out of the way?

No, you were right on target.

I just dropped a few hints.

You promised to wait till later.

I will, I will.

But even Don Drysdale
has to warm up.

Here it is, good or bad.

Oh, it looks
delicious. Listen to her.

I wish I could get another
cook for my restaurant.

Oh, Daddy, you
haven't even tasted it yet.

I made sure I didn't
put too much paprika.

Then I know how that
sometimes gives you heartburn.

Heartburn from
paprika? Ridiculous.

I always say you have
to fight fire with fire.

Where did you get
the recipe, darling?

This smells wonderful.

Where else, Mother? From you.

Mmm, delicious!

Ann, you will never have to worry
about your husband liking your cooking.

It's not a husband or my cooking

I'm worried about.

Perfect dinner.

Coffee was just right.

And that cake you made,

was it your own recipe?

The corner bakery's.

Clever. A man
comes home at night,

he doesn't want his wife
tired out from baking all day.

Right, Don?

Don bought the cake.

Well, like I said. A man comes
home at night, he stops at the corner...

We heard you, Daddy.

I think I'd better
clean up the dishes.

Would you like to
help me, Donald?

Yes, yes, I would.

Oh, I'll help, too.

No, that's alright, Daddy.

Now, you just sit
down and relax.

Take it easy.

Take a nap.

Oh, Donald, I'm so sorry.

This must be so
embarrassing for you.

It's not your fault, honey.

I guess that's the
way fathers are.

Fathers of girls.

I just don't know what
got him started on this.

Never mind what started him.

What's gonna stop him?

Maybe Mother can
reason with him.

Ann, your mother will help you,

so Don and I can
have a little talk.

Oh, Daddy, Donald always
helps me with the dishes

Yeah, it's the
only exercise I get.

You got your whole
life ahead of you for that.

You can skip one night.

Oh, Mother, can't
you do something?

I'll help you with the dishes.

Poor Don. He's gonna
be so embarrassed.

He won't know what to say.

Well, most of the time,
he'll just be listening.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna listen, too.

So, I'll come
right to the point.

Uh, excuse me, sir.

Can I get you a drink?

Ann doesn't keep any
liquor in the apartment.

I could go get some.

Later, maybe. I only drink when
there's something to celebrate.

Don, you and Ann have been
going together for quite a while.

Well, uh, a few months.

Two or three is a few.

Eight is quite a
while. Yes, sir.

Now, obviously you
must like her very much,

and I think she
likes you very much.

Yes, sir. That's fine.

Now, can I get you a drink?

Just a minute.

I have a few questions.

He reached the first plateau.

Oh, Mother.

First, do you wanna
marry my daughter?

Yes or no?

Well, sir, I... Oh,
Daddy, just a minute.

Before you go any further.

Yes, Don and I are
very fond of each other,

but at the moment, marriage is
the furthest thing from our mind.

It's time it got
a little closer.

Well... besides, I don't
wanna get married just yet.

I have my career to think about.

Why shouldn't an
actress get married?

In Hollywood, they
do it five or six times.

Well, Don has his career, too.

Uh, well, it's
not only that, sir.

Right now, I couldn't
support a wife.

I wanna have plenty of financial
security when I get married.

Lou, he's right.

I agree. As long as he
reaches financial security

before social security.

When will you be
able to support a wife?

Uh, well, um...

ahem, couple of years, I guess.

That isn't too long.

Of course, it isn't.

Very well, why don't you
have another cup of coffee

and come back again
in a couple of years?

Y-you mean, not see
each other till then?

Alright. I'm a reasonable man.

I just don't want you
taking up all of her time.

And to be fair, you shouldn't
be taking up all of his time.

What does that mean?

You should be seeing other boys

and Don should be
seeing other girls.

Uh, ahem, well, uh,
w-well, as a matter of fact,

I have been seeing other girls.

There you are.

Now, doesn't that
make you hap...

You have?

Oh, yeah. Well, just
a couple of days ago,

I had a date with one of
the girls at the Copacabana.

She's in the line.

A chorus girl?

Did you know about that?

Well, no.

But I really can't
say anything about it.

I mean, just last night,

I had a date with a friend of mine
from the workshop, Jim Carter.

And we'll probably have dinner
again next Wednesday night.

Oh, glad to hear it. There's
a new show at the Copa.

Are you satisfied, Lou?

Ann doesn't wanna get
married. Don can't afford it.

And they're both
seeing other people.

Aren't you gonna say
something, Daddy?

I think you put too much
paprika in the meatballs.

What an evening. I feel like I've gone
through a wringer and got stuck at my neck.

You think we got your
father off that marriage kick?

I don't know. With him,
you never can tell for sure.

Oh, but I'm so glad you came up
with that idea about the chorus girl.

That was good thinking.
Well, actually, it wasn't.

I did take her out after the
show last week. You did?

Yeah, yeah. I'm
doing a story on her.

You know, how she
got to be a chorine,

the working conditions,

where she hopes
to go after that.

You know, that kind of stuff.

Oh.

What type of girl is she?

Real brassy type, I imagine.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
She's really sweet-looking.

She's got the cutest Southern
accent. And she's talented, too.

She's working at the Copa to
pay her way through art school.

Oh.

Well, why didn't
you tell me about it?

Well, I guess I forgot.

You certainly seem to
remember enough about her.

Oh, honey, now, you're
not gonna get all burned up

just because I
happen to have a date,

and you had to make one up.

Who says I had to make one up?

I did have something
to eat with Jim

during one of the rehearsal
breaks at the workshop.

We'd been working on
this love scene all afternoon.

We just couldn't
seem to get it right.

Love scene? Uh-hmm.

It's this scene about a girl

who's saying goodbye to her
boyfriend who's going overseas.

And when she
kisses him farewell,

she's just not sure whether
she's ever gonna see him again.

Lovely scene.

Kisses him? Uh-hmm.

What do you expect
us to do, shake hands?

People do kiss in plays,
you know. All afternoon?

Oh, Donald, it was
just part of the scene.

And after all, it's no worse than
your going off with some chorus girl.

We just had a sandwich
and a cup of coffee,

and then I went up to
look at her paintings.

Oh, that's a switch.

A girl asking a boy
up to see her etchings.

They were not etchings,
they were paintings.

And they just happen
to be in her apartment.

Well, she couldn't very well
keep them on the sidewalk.

Donald, you don't have to shout.

I am not shouting.

I'm sorry if I don't have the
pear-shaped tones of your actor friend,

but, of course, I haven't
had as much practice

puckering up my lips.

You know, I think
maybe my father's right.

Maybe we have been
seeing too much of each other.

Hmm. Well, that can
be remedied very easily.

Good night.

Hello.

Oh, hi, Daddy.

Ann, I called to
explain about last night.

We didn't realize how
things were with you and Don,

that you were
seeing other people.

And well,

your mother and I are
sorry we made such a fuss.

I didn't say a word.
Why should I be sorry?

You weren't sorry your
husband made a fool of himself?

I think you're
handling it real smart.

You can still see
Donald, at the same time...

Uh, Daddy, you don't really
have to worry about that.

Donald and I aren't
seeing each other anymore.

She and Don split up.

Oh.

Gee, honey, I-I'm really sorry.

You could've
included me in that.

Oh, aren't you glad you
have other boyfriends?

You can see that fellow
from the workshop.

No, thanks.

I mean, the fellow
you had dinner with.

Daddy, we went
dutch, and I left the tip.

Oh. Do you want us to come
down and keep you company?

Maybe take in a movie?

You shouldn't sit around
all evening and mope.

Oh, I won't.

I think I'm gonna read,

and I'll probably
watch a little television.

Then I'll go to bed.

Well, okay.

Call us if you change your mind.

Okay.

Bye, honey.

Bye, Daddy.

Poor kid.

I wonder why she
and Don split up.

You think it's on account of us?

Us again. I'm back on the team.

I know what that girl needs.

A date.

And I know just the guy.

Who are you calling?

Ed Gilder's son.

What's his name again?

Uh, Frank.

This time we know Ann hasn't
got a previous appointment.

Who is it? Florist.

Florist? Yeah.

Uh, flowers for Miss Marie.

Oh.

Well, there's no card.

Well, if you'll
hold the flowers,

I'll write one.

Ann, I'm sorry about...
I'm sorry about...

Well, I guess that's
one way of settling

who apologizes first.

Oh, they're beautiful, Donald.

Thank you.

I'll put them in some water.

Honey, about that chorus girl,

I think that Southern accent
came from South Brooklyn.

Well...

I never realized how
boring kissing could be

until I kissed Jim
Carter in that scene.

Come here.

Now, no more kissing
scenes, you hear?

Except with me.

Okay? Okay.

Oh, Donald, let's
not ever fight again.

Okay.

Okay, but it might
get a little dull.

Oh, I mean, we can
still have little fights.

That's supposed
to be very healthy.

Well, I think your
father will keep us

in the pink of condition.

Poor Daddy.

He really means well.

When I told him about our fight,

he was gonna come over
and keep me company.

When are you gonna
tell him the sad news?

Not for a couple of days.

I want him to think I'm having
other dates in the meantime.

Honey...

come on, I'll take
you out to dinner.

What do you feel like eating?

Anything but spaghetti
and meatballs.

I'll get dressed.

I'll put some water
on the flowers.

I'm going this way.

I'll go this way.

Hello.

I'm just fine, thank you.

Who is this?

Hah, Frank Gilder.

Uh, I called you a few times

when you were very busy.

Yeah, well, your
father assured me

that tonight you were free.

Oh.

Oh, well, I am, but, uh, uh...

Uh, could you just
hold on a minute?

Uh-huh.

Donald, it's Frank Gilder,

one of my father's customers.

Daddy told him
to call me tonight

because he knew I was free.

Well, tell him you're sick.

I just told him I was fine.

Just hold on a minute, Frank.

Donald, you're a writer.

Think of something.

What would you do if this
came up in one of your stories?

Tear it up and
start another one.

You're a big help.

Honey, tell him the truth,

you have a date with me.

I can't. I just told Daddy
less than two hours ago

that we split up.

He'll think I lied to him.

So, in two hours,
we could've unsplit.

We made up.

No, then he'll think we're
going together again.

Uh, could you just
hold on a minute?

Uh-huh, uh-huh.

I beg your pardon.

Five cents, please, for
the next five minutes.

Just a minute.

Oh, Donald, it's no use.

Why don't I just go
out with Frank tonight?

It'll just be this once,

and it'll keep my father happy.

Sure. And it'll
keep Frank happy.

And maybe even me.

What does that mean?

I think I'll catch that
new show at the Copa.

Sorry to keep
you waiting, Frank.

Oh, yes, yes.

Seven will be just fine.

Good.

Oh, could you hold on a minute?

Alright, Frank.

See you at 7.

Yes, bye.

Thank you for a
lovely evening, Frank.

Oh, I don't think it really was.

For you, I mean.

Well, something seemed to be
bothering you all through dinner.

I hope it wasn't me.

Oh, no, Frank. It was me.

I just wasn't myself tonight.

I don't think my stand-in
was much fun, either.

Well, we can try again sometime.

Can I see you next week?

Oh, well, that's
a little too soon.

You see, my father
doesn't like me

to see the same boy too often.

Well, good night, Frank.

And thank you for
a very nice time.

Hope I wasn't too
much of a drag.

Oh, not at all.

Well, good night.

Good night.

May I?

Don, what are you doing here?

I didn't have any place
to leave the flowers.

There you are.

Drink up.

Well... How was the
new show at the Copa?

Well, I, uh... I wasn't there.

Oh.

Uh, where'd you go for dinner?

Oh, I don't know.

Some little place
on Madison Avenue.

Very nice.

But I really wasn't
there, either,

except physically.

That's a pretty nice physically.

Have you been waiting
downstairs all this time?

Oh, no, no, no. I, I just
got here a few minutes ago.

Oh.

How'd you know
I'd be in so early?

Well, I figured dinner at 8,

an hour-and-a-half to eat,

20 to 30 minutes
for the ride back,

and you'd be home by 10.

You're five minutes late.

We got stuck in traffic.

Suppose I was having a good time

and wanted to go dancing?

Well, we'd probably
have another fight then.

Honey, we can't go on like this.

I know, Donald.

I've been thinking about
it ever since you left,

and I've made up my mind.

There's only one thing to do.

Get married?

You want to?

Eventually.

To who?

Well, who else?

But... I know.

You're not ready,
and I'm not ready.

And my father's just
gonna have to accept it.

I mean, I love him dearly,

but I'm old enough to decide

whom I want to date

and when I wanna get married.

Atta girl.

You just let me know
how you make out.

Oh, you'll know as soon as I do.

'Cause we're gonna
go up there together

and tell him.

Together?

And tell him.

That's what she said.

She and Don wanna talk to you,

and they'll be here around 5.

What could they wanna tell me,

they're back together again?

Don't ask me.

I was just talking to myself.

Pardon me for eavesdropping.

They're going steady again

after that talk we
had the other night.

You know what that could mean?

Are you still
talking to yourself?

Helen, they're
coming here to tell us

they're getting married.

Well, that's what
you wanted, isn't it?

I just wanted to
know Don's intentions.

I didn't wanna push
them into anything.

Do you think I could have?

Well, like the song says,

"Seldom is heard a
discouraging word."

Yeah.

If it doesn't work out,
who will they blame?

You.

Why didn't you stop me?

Me stop you?

That's a job for the
Green Bay Packers.

You could've tried.

Oh, Lou.

Let's look on the bright side.

They're crazy about each other.

Now, why shouldn't it work out?

With him running
around with chorus girls,

Ann going out with actors?

After they're married?

Who's to say with this
modern generation?

Helen, something's
gotta be done about this,

and we're going to do it.

Like what?

A good general never
divulges his plans in advance.

Especially when
he doesn't have any.

They're here.

Okay. Just let
me do the talking.

My pleasure.

Hi, Mom. Hello, my darling.

How pretty you
look. Oh, thank you.

Hi, Daddy.

Well, I'll get some coffee,

and I made some
wonderful apple strudle.

Oh, that's not
necessary, Mother.

Why don't you and Daddy
just sit down for a minute?

Donald and I have something
that we wanna tell you.

We know.

You do?

Well, families have instincts
about these things, you know.

After the other night,
I could see it coming.

But, Ann, dear, what's the rush?

Well, there's no rush exactly.

It's, it's just that,

well, Don and I talked
about it last night

and, uh, we decided...

You really decided or
did I push you into it?

Well, sir, I-I must admit

that you didn't leave
us much choice.

You're right.

I talk too much.

I should've realized that
Ann has a career to think of.

What's my career
got to do with this?

I said lots of
actresses get married.

I even made a joke
about five times.

Who needs five sons-in-law?

Nothing personal,
you understand.

I'm sorry, sir, but
I'm a little confused.

Change that "little"
to "completely."

There's still
time to call it off.

Remember what they say,

"Marry in haste,
repent at leisure".

Yes.

Your father doesn't
wanna do the repenting.

Oh.

Oh!

Oh, he...

Yes. Oh, oh.

Oh. It's alright.

You can laugh at me.

I deserve it.

I'll laugh, too,
if you just forget

what you came
up here to tell us.

Uh... Well...
Well, sir, sir, it...

Well, it's okay with me. Hmm.

Ann, what do you say?

Well, uh, why don't we all have

some of that apple strudle?

What's so funny?

Sorry, but it isn't
often I feel like laughing

when I'm thinking
about your father.

Poor Daddy.

He was so worried
that he was pushing us

into getting married.

Listen, I wonder what
would have happened

if we told them the
real reason for our visit.

Oh, Donald,

when he was so serious
about doing the right thing,

you wouldn't.

Of course I wouldn't.

Not unless I was
eligible for Medicare.

Come here.

Just a minute.

What?

You might have gotten
off the hook with my father,

but now I'd like to know.

What are your intentions?

I intend to kiss you.

Not so fast.

Do you promise to love,
honor and cherish me

as long as I love,
honor and cherish you?

I do.

I now pronounce us boy and girl.