The Golden Girls (1985–1992): Season 7, Episode 15 - The Commitments - full transcript

Blanche thinks her sex appeal is fading when her boyfriend doesn't want to sleep with her. Meanwhile, Dorothy dates a musician who portrays a Beatle in "Beatlemania."

♪ Thank you for being a friend

♪ Traveled down the road
and back again

♪ Your heart is true

♪ You're a pal and a confidant

♪ And if you threw a party

♪ Invited everyone you knew

♪ You would see

♪ The biggest gift
would be from me

♪ And the card attached
would say

♪ Thank you
for being a friend ♪


Hello? You wanna talk to who?

Dorothy? Sorry, you must've
dialed the wrong number.

Blanche, what do you mean,
wrong number?

Oh, it was a man,
so I just assumed...


Hello? Yes, this is she.

I don't believe it!

Well... Oh, that's great.

Why don't you come here?

We'll have lunch.


Oh, fine.

Fine, I'll see you then.

Well, what?

Oh, now, Dorothy, fess up.
I know that was a man.

I can always tell
when a man calls

'cause you start sweatin' and
get a bad case of the giggles.

I do not.


All right, talk.

It's no big deal.

That was my 11th grade English
teacher from back in Brooklyn,

Mr. Gordon.

He's moved to Miami,

and he wants to get together
tomorrow for lunch.

End of story.


Ah, Mr. Gordon.

Dorothy had a huge
embarrassing crush on him.

She was his slave.
She graded his papers, did his laundry.

she even rotated his tires.

Boy, that stroke didn't make you
forget a thing, did it, Ma?

A crush on the teacher.
Ah, I had those.

Course, I had to hide them because
they made the principal jealous.

Actually, though, once, I did have
a fling with the calculus teacher.

Oh, and did you get an A?

(SCOFFS) More like
a full scholarship to MIT.

My Dorothy didn't date
teachers in high school.

She dated losers like Stan who knocked
her up and ruined her life forever.

It would be like a day without
orange juice, wouldn't it, Ma?

Girls, guess what?

They gave me another job
at the television station.

The old
associate producer quit,

so now I am
the new associate producer

of the Wake-Up! Miami show.

They even gave me
a nameplate for my desk.

"Harold Goldstein,
Associate Producer."

Isn't it exciting?

Oh, congratulations, Harold.

That's great.

We've already had
our first meeting.

I suggested we do a show

about women who live together,
and they jumped on it.

Well, Rose,
that's a great idea.

We already have
two women lined up.

We just have to find two more.

Why, my God, Rose,
open your eyes!

This is exactly the kind of
exposure I've been lookin' for.

enough of your exposure.

We've already lost
three gardeners.

No, wait, Dorothy,
this is a wonderful idea.

I mean, you and Blanche
live together.

Why don't you do the show?

Oh, I would love to.

You know,
I wouldn't mind doing it.

I mean, there are some very important
issues I'd like to discuss.

What the hell.
I'll do it, too.

Oh, sorry, Sophia.

There's only room for two
more guests on the panel.

That's not fair.
Why should I be left out?

If I don't do it,
Dorothy won't do it.

So, when do you want me there?

Hi, girls.

Oh, Dorothy,
don't you look nice.

Well, thank you, Rose.

Mr. Gordon is coming over
for lunch today.

We're having it
out on the lanai.

So that's why you're acting like
it's the first day of school.

Mr. Gordon is coming over.


Mother, just stop that.

Mr. Gordon is probably
over 70 by now.

He's practically ancient.

Seventy is ancient?

If I met a man that age
who looked halfway decent,

I'd be on my back
before you could say,

"I've fallen
and I can't get up."

That's great, Ma.
That's really beautiful.

But there's nothing like that
between me and Mr. Gordon.

If you don't believe me, why
don't you join us for lunch?

Join you for lunch?

Let me check
my social calendar.


Oh, okay, I'm free.

Ma, that calendar's from 1984.

Oh, yeah, this is the day
I escaped from Shady Pines.

It says right here,
"I'm free! I'm free!"

Oh, Mr. Gordon.

Dorothy, you look wonderful.

(GIRLISHLY) Oh, thank you,
Mr. Gordon.

Hey, no more of that Mr.
Gordon stuff. It's Malcolm.

Absolutely, Mr. Malcolm.


Come, meet my roommates.

Uh, Blanche, Rose, my mother
Sophia, Malcolm Gordon.

Yeah, of course.
Mrs. Petrillo.

We met before. You were having
a problem with my son, Phil.

Oh, right.

The problem
with the dress code.

I still don't understand
the problem.

He was wearing a dress.

My goodness, you're as cute
as Dorothy said you'd be.

That never happens.


Well, a lot of my ex-students were
surprised that I wasn't older,

but, uh, they failed to realize

I started teaching
right out of college.

I really wasn't much older
than they were.

Well, I--I guess
when you're 17,

23 can seem rather dangerous
and forbidden.

When you're 17, a cow can
seem dangerous and forbidden.

Am I alone here?

Well, uh, why don't we
go out to the lanai?


Wait a minute.

Didn't you forget something?

Oh, yes, of course.
Goodbye, Mother.

What? What, goodbye?
You invited me to lunch.

Rain check, rain check.

I think that is a lovely idea,
Mrs. Petrillo.

Don't worry, Dorothy.
I'll be on my best behavior.

I won't say or do anything
to embarrass you.

Oh, wait.

Goofy pictures of Dorothy
when she was a kid.

Might as well have
a couple of laughs over lunch.


Oh, here's a picture of
Dorothy's ninth birthday party.

Look how scared
the clown looks.

You know, I can't believe you
actually got a clown for my birthday.

I can still see
his big red nose

and those huge black circles
around his eyes.

Oh, he wasn't a real clown.
He was a friend of your father's.

He'd been beaten up
the night before.

We gave him a couple of bucks.

I guess that's why
he kept saying,

"Now, remember, kids,
nobody likes a squealer."

Here are some pictures
of Dorothy at 11,

a hilariously awkward age
for her.


Ma, enough with the pictures.

Why don't you
get us some coffee?

'Cause it gives me the trots.

Oh, I get it.
Company. Company.

Pardon me.

She's charming.

Oh, you're very kind.

I'm sorry she bored you
with all these old pictures.

Nonsense, I enjoyed it.

Oh. Look.

Look, your graduation picture.

You were such a lovely girl.

Oh, I never felt that way.

I always felt awkward and
clumsy, except in your class.

You made me feel intelligent
and beautiful and special.

I never forgot that.

And I have never forgotten you.


So, how do you like
being retired?

Actually, I intend to work.
I just got my first assignment

to write an article
for the book review section.

I'm a little nervous.
It's due next week.

Oh, well, now you know
how we used to feel

when you would assign us
a book report.

I remember
that crazy excuse you used

when you didn't hand your paper in.
What was it?

Oh, that you'd married that
kid, Stan, what's his name?

Gee, I don't remember.

I'm having a little trouble
getting started.

I can't seem to get
my thoughts organized.

Well, uh, maybe
you'd like a little help.

Really? I certainly
could use a little.

Well, I'd be happy to.

Well, that is great.
We'll start tomorrow.

Oh. No, I'm doing a TV show
tomorrow morning.

A TV show?
Well, I'm impressed.

Well, no, it's just
a little old local show,

but they're anxious to get
my views on women's issues.

Hey, why don't you come to the studio,
and we can start right after?


Just perfect.


Dorothy, to us.

More goofy pictures!


Here's Dorothy
in her wedding gown.

Look how scared
the groom looks.


Okay, come on, Blanche.

You're on in one minute.

You sit over there, and--and,
Dorothy, you get touched up,

and, Sophia, come on, I'll see if I
can find you a seat in the audience.

Hurry up, honey. Here.

Well, you look lovely.

For your television debut.

Oh, they're beautiful.


Good luck.

Come on, Dorothy.
We're starting.

He kissed me.
He gave me flowers.

Dorothy, come on,
it's almost time.

Over here, honey. Please.

All right, you sit over there.
Down there, that's it.

What's wrong with her?

Malcolm kissed her.

My God, she's in shock.

He gave me flowers
from a store.

Ladies, good morning.

We go on in about 10 seconds.

Oh! Just relax and
have a fun show, okay?


Good morning and welcome
to Wake-Up! Miami.

Today, women who live together.

Does society make it tougher?

We'll find out when we talk to four
lesbians today on Wake-Up! Miami.

Rose, could I see you
for moment?

You're mad, aren't you?

Rose Nylund, every man I know
is watching this show.

This live show.

This live show
about lesbian lovers of Miami.

Every man you know is watching?

Hey, we could beat
The Price Is Right.

Rose, we can't kill you here
because there are cameras.

Now, how did this happen?

Oh, I don't know.

They just said they wanted two
women who loved each other

and slept together.

We do not sleep together!

Yes, you did.

Last month, when...
When Blanche was having her room repainted

because the plaster behind
her headboard all fell out.

We're back
in 30 seconds, ladies.

Listen, I'm not gonna do this.

Blanche, if you leave,
they'll fire me.


My mother is here.

My teacher is here. Good.

If I lose my job, I won't be
able to do anything but sit home

and tell St. Olaf stories.


Oh, very smart.

Hey, they don't call me
Harold Goldstein for nothing.

Maybe if we don't say anything,

we're not on camera that much.

I mean, we can't let Rose
lose her job.


We're back.
Let's meet our panelists.

Dorothy, a lesbian.

Blanche, another lesbian.

And Pat and Kathy,
image consultants.

How come they're not lesbians?

We don't believe in labels.

Oh, I see we have a question
from the audience.

Yes, sir.

Are there male/female roles
in the relationship?

Well, I am the little homemaker,
if that's what you mean.

Now, wait a minute. Just...


And I take out the garbage.

Fascinating, huh?
Any other questions?

Ah, here we go.

This is directed
to Dorothy's lover.

Do people treat you differently
because you're a lesbian?

Well, most people don't know.

I would've guessed right off.

Next question to Dorothy.

What kind of pain
and embarrassment

has this lifestyle
caused your mother?

I really don't know,
but I'll ask her tomorrow

when I visit her at the home.

No more questions.



Not one phone call all day.

That's not true, Blanche.

The phone's been ringing
off the hook.

Not one phone call
from a man all day, Rose.

By the way, Dorothy,
if I were a lesbian,

I sure would be a popular one.

Look at this, 20 calls.


"Mirror, mirror on the wall,
who's the..."

Oh, what am I doin'?

Listen to me.

I could just strangle you.

So you're still miffed?

Well, I don't mind bein'
labeled a lesbian, honey,

but since I'm not, you just
ruined my social life.

Oh, go ahead. Blanche, I'm a
bubblehead and I deserve to die.

I said I'm a bubblehead
and I deserve to die.

And it was worth repeating.

Dorothy, I just got off the phone
with my girlfriend Gladys.

She thinks you can do better
than Blanche.

I agree, but, Ma,
if it's all right with you,

I have a lot of work
to do here.

I can't believe you're still
working on that article.

I thought you were just
gonna help organize it.

I can't believe
you're doing this again.

You're letting him take advantage
of you like he did in high school.

He is under a lot of pressure,

and I don't want him
to kiss his deadline.

Miss. Miss his deadline.

Ooh, Mr. Gordon.


Oh, all right. I admit it.
I do have a little crush,

but his kiss
just took me by surprise.

You know, at first, I didn't
think he was going to do it.

He looked more like
he was going to wink,

but then he slanted his head
just slightly to the left.

Oh, I know that slant.

You know every slant.

So why don't you
let my daughter

finish her one kissing story
of the year?

Thank you, Ma.

My pleasure, meal ticket.

It was at that point
that I realized

his head was coming toward me.

Were his eyes open or closed?


And then he landed.

I thought, "Oh, Mr. Gordon!

"Oh, if only Cynthia Costello
was here to see this."

(GASPING) Kinky.

I don't wanna hear
any more of this.

I don't like you being taken advantage
of by some guy from out of town.

At least, when Blanche does
it, it's good for tourism.

Then you're really
not mad at me anymore?

Rose, I'm a reasonable person.
I forgive you.

Does that mean
you'll turn my heat back on?

I was really chilly last night.

Okay, Rose.

Blanche, what made you decide
to forgive Rose?

Because I'm reasonable
and kind and considerate,

and I'm back in the game.

I have a date tonight
with a young man

I met in the produce
department at the market.

I showed him
how to thump a melon.

There's a euphemism
we haven't heard before.

I realized something.

Just because every man in my
life thinks I'm a lesbian

doesn't mean there aren't
thousands and hundreds

and millions of men out there
who don't.


That must be my melon man.

Zorro rides again.


Not exactly a Disney movie,
is it?

Oh, Chuck,
this is my roommate Rose,

and this is my roommate
Dorothy and her mama, Sophia.

Oh, yes,
I recognize them from TV.

You... You saw the show?

Yes, I did.

Blanche, it was one of the
things that attracted me to you.

Oh, well, you don't understand.

No, I do understand, Blanche.

I understand
that you're this way

because you've probably
never been with a real man.

Dorothy, do I wet myself
or laugh?

All you need is to be loved
by someone who knows how.

Someone who will take his time

and then show you passion
beyond your wildest dreams.

Dorothy, it's over between us.


now don't try to stop me.

Don't you see
I have to try this?

Oh, all right, Blanche.
I... I understand.

You're a good sport.

You just take care of her.



Dorothy, I hope you don't
mind me dropping by,

but, well, I got an advance
copy of the book review,

and I thought you'd like
to see our article in print.

Are you kidding?
Oh, let me read it.

"'Nineteenth Century Writers
Living in the Twentieth Century'

"by Malcolm Gordon."

I see you used my title.

Oh, yes.

Read on, read on.

Dorothy, is something wrong?

Well, this is exactly the
same article that I gave you.

Well, it didn't need
a lot of work.

I--I didn't have to add much.

I notice
you didn't add my name to it.

Well, no, no, not this time,
but--but next time.

What makes you think
there'll be a next time?

Well, Dorothy,
I did rewrite your article,

but, well, they asked for a lot of
changes in just a few short hours.

So, I... I submitted
your pages and...

Well, I was just too embarrassed to
tell them that it was your work,

but it won't happen again,
I promise.

No, it won't.

Goodbye, Mr. Gordon.

(CHUCKLING) Malcolm.


So am I.

What's wrong, Dorothy?

Ma, you were right again.

He was just using me.

Sit down, pussycat.

I wanna tell you something.

You give too much, and when you
do that, you're gonna get hurt.

I know.

Oh, but I was so disappointed.

For 40 years,
I've had this fantasy

that Mr. Gordon would come swooping
into my life like Sir Lancelot.

Now I don't even have that.

You can keep the fantasy alive.

It's part of life.

You know what I call my pillow?


Sometimes I hug it.
Sometimes it lays there like a big lump,

just like your father.

That's how I keep him alive.

That's lovely, Ma.

You know what I call
my other pillow?


But that's another story.

I'll tell you about it
when you're, oh, about 70.

I'll be here.

So will I, pussycat.
So will I.



Hi, I--I don't know if you remember me.
My name is Pat.

I was on Wake-Up! Miami
with you last week.

Oh, yes, yes, of course.

What can I do for you?

I heard about you and Blanche.

I'm sorry. It's too soon.

Too soon.