The Waltons (1971–1981): Season 8, Episode 12 - The Wager - full transcript

What's the matter, Sam,
canary got your tongue?

No. Just feeling lucky.

Not every man gets to work
with two pretty sisters like you.

Coming from anyone else,
that would be a real compliment.

This would be our chance
to get even with these guys

and make a little
money while we're at it.

Do you think we could do it?

There's no way you girls
are gonna win that race.

Would you like to make a bet?

I'll bet you a week's wages
you two will finish dead last.

- If at all.
- You're on.



Whoa, I'll tell you what.

You finish ahead of me
and Jeb, you get our horse.

We finish ahead of
you, we get yours.

You got yourself a bet,
your horse against mine.

The Second World War
brought women by the millions

out of their homes
and into the factories,

doing jobs that normally would
have been reserved for men.

Attitudes changed as
women found themselves

to be every bit as capable
as the men they replaced.

All of Jefferson County
watched with wonder

when my sisters,
Mary Ellen and Erin,

decided to venture even
farther into a man's world.

Don't get up, Rose. We don't
have time for breakfast, anyway.

If we're not there by
8:30, J.D. will kill us.



Oh, now, rubbish! You two girls
sit down and get some food in you.

Girls who skip breakfast
as a matter of course

will wind up marrying
a dog or a horse.

Coffee will have to do for me, at
least until lunch, if I have time for that.

J.D. expects me to do the job of a
full-time nurse on one shift a week.

Hurry up, Serena. We're
gonna be late for school.

I'm not through with
my breakfast yet.

We have to stop off at Ike's.

But the mail's not
gonna be in yet.

Anyway, that dumb old movie
star is never gonna write you.

Jessica Marlowe will.

Jeffrey, movie stars get
thousands of letters a day.

We better hurry, Erin.
We're gonna be late.

- Bye, girls.
- Bye.

She will write, won't she?

Honey, if I was a
glamorous movie star

and a young man as handsome
as you wrote me a letter,

I would write right back.
Now, don't you worry.

What's the matter, Sam,
canary got your tongue?

No. Just feeling lucky.

Not every man gets to work
with two pretty sisters like you.

Coming from anyone else,
that would be a real compliment.

I hate those two.

I get that every time I go
down to the loading dock.

You're the boss. Why
don't you fire them?

Because we're
short-handed as it is.

You were right to
come to us, Mr. Pickett.

Mr. Godsey and I have always been
most mindful of our civic responsibilities.

- We will do all we can to help.
- Thank you.

They're gonna be holding
these War Bond Rallies

all over the state in
the next few months,

and I want us to be
the best of the bunch.

The governor's counting on me.

Now, just what is it
you want from us, J.D.?

Well, I'm looking for
something real exciting,

something that'll get
everybody's attention.

- How about a race?
- How utterly bland, Mr. Godsey.

No. I was thinking of something
along the lines of a cultural event.

Perhaps a musicale or
one-act play by Noel Coward.

I don't think so, for a
War Bond Rally, Corabeth.

Frankly, the idea of a race
seems pretty good to me.

Yeah. And the
race I had in mind,

it wasn't your ordinary,
run-of-the-mill kind of relay race.

I read about it in a
Wild West magazine.

It seems, when there's two
men and they got one horse

and they wanna go a long way,
what they do is they share the horse.

That way the horse
doesn't get all tired out.

Now, the first guy, he gets on
the horse and he rides it a while.

Then he stops and he ties it
up and then he takes off running.

Now, the other guy, he
comes up, unties the horse,

gets on the horse and then
he takes off on the horse.

And then he stops. And then
he takes off running again.

And the guy on foot
runs up to the horse,

mounts it, and then
takes off riding again.

Exactly. Ride a while
and walk a while.

That does sound like a rather
unusual approach to a rather dull event.

The thing is, we need
a real catchy name for it.

How about the Run and Ride Race?

The first annual
Jefferson County

Ike and Corabeth Godsey
Run and Ride Race.

Why aren't you
helping us, Jeffrey?

Don't bother me. I'm busy.

- Are you writing to that movie star again?
- None of your business.

- Let me see.
- Give it back, right now!

Just wanna read what it
says. Maybe I can help.

Hey, everybody, come here.

"Dearest Jessica..."
That's your first mistake.

- You should write, "Dear Miss Marlowe."
- Give it back.

"Dearest Jessica, my heart is breaking
because you haven't written me yet.

"Here I am about to go into the Army to
fight the war, and still no word from you.

"Make a young soldier very
happy. Love, Jeffrey Burton."

Boy, "young" is right.

Thanks a lot, Serena.

Why don't you just write the
whole thing out on the blackboard?

Mary Ellen, here's the list of
people who need physicals.

Thanks, Erin.

Afternoon, Miss
Walton, Nurse Willard.

What is it this time, Jeb?

Well, it's that gol'darned
back of mine. It went out again.

And I swear, if you don't move
me over to the assembly line,

that loading dock's
gonna paralyze me for life.

Last week it was your foot. That
seems to have healed awfully fast.

Come on in and
take your shirt off.

I ain't gonna let you go
around poking on my bare back!

If you don't take
your shirt off,

how am I gonna know if
there's anything wrong?

I should know. It's my back.

If you don't let Mary Ellen examine you,
it's back to the loading dock right now.

Now, ain't you the bossy one?

I swear, you give a
woman a man's job

and it goes to her head quicker
than a bottle of rye whiskey.

All right. That's enough, Jeb.
Come on in and take your shirt off.

All right. I don't need the both
of you in there staring me over.

I'll be in my office.

Serena! Jeffrey, I got something
for you. Come on over here.

Yeah. It just came
in. It's from Hollywood.

It came. It finally came.

- Wow!
- I am at a loss for words.

What kind of a person
would send a picture like that

to a young boy through
the government mail?

I don't know. But if Jeff would
give me Miss Marlowe's address,

I wouldn't mind
having one myself.

That's not really Jessica
Marlowe's signature.

Oh, yeah? Then whose is it?

See, I read in this magazine,

that movie stars use other
people to answer their mail.

You're just jealous.

There's nothing wrong with Jeb's back
that a few days of hard work won't cure.

I ain't going back to the
loading dock and that's final.

We already have a full
crew on the assembly line,

and we're short
on the loading dock.

You have to do the
job you were hired to do.

If you weren't a girl I'd punch
you right square in the nose.

Why don't you just
go ahead and try?

I didn't grow up in a
house full of brothers

without learning a
punch or two of my own.

Hello there, Mary Ellen,
Erin. What are you doing here?

- He claims his back hurts.
- Then fix it. You're a nurse.

Ain't nobody can fix my back, Mr. Pickett.
It's been bad as long as I can remember.

Just comes and
goes as it has a mind.

He doesn't want to
work on the loading dock.

He'd rather sit on
the assembly line.

Another day out there, and
I'll wind up in the hospital.

You know who'll end
up footing the bill for that.

Yeah, well...

Erin, you heard the man. Put
him on the assembly line. Now!

Sorry, girls. But you
heard what the boss said.

You all have a nice day.

- Afternoon, ladies.
- Afternoon.

- What can I do for you?
- I need a sack of oats.

Coming right up.
Have you seen that yet?

"Jefferson County
War Bond Rally"?

Oh, yeah, it's gonna be a good one.
Picnics, raffles, races, you name it.

"Run and Ride Race.
First prize $50 war bond"?

That's some first prize.
What kind of a race is that?

I don't rightly know
how to explain it.

It's kind of like the pony express, except
instead of the rider changing horses,

the horse changes riders.

Mary Ellen, look
who's first on the list.

- Jeb Sanders and Sam Barker.
- Some bad back Jeb has.

These two are so lazy, they'll
be lucky if they finish the race.

What are you thinking?

This would be our chance
to get even with these guys

and make a little
money while we're at it.

You two girls better not be
thinking what I think you're thinking.

'Cause if you are,
you're plumb loony.

- Do you think we could do it?
- Trust me.

I know these hills and
we have a good horse.

It won't be any problem.

Sorry we're late.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hey, Mary Ellen, Jim-Bob
and I have a favor to ask.

Yeah, we want to borrow the horse so
we can enter the Run and Ride Race.

- Sorry. It's already taken.
- Mary Ellen and I just entered.

Are you sure you know what you're
doing? That's a real grueling race.

And it's 12 miles long.

It's not.

Twelve miles!

That's why we're gonna start
training first thing in the morning.

Erin. Erin, wake up.

Mary Ellen, go away, I'm
dreaming about Ashley.

We've got to start training if
we're going to win that race.

- Training? At this hour of the morning?
- That's right.

We've got to be in good physical
condition or we're not gonna have a chance.

- Will you guys please be quiet?
- What time is it?

It's 6:00. Mary Ellen, go away. I
don't have to get up for another hour.

Do you want Jeb and Sam
to make fools out of us?

At 6:00 in the morning
I don't really care.

What you guys need is a trainer.

You're right, Elizabeth. And
you're just the one to do it.

- Who, me?
- Mary Ellen, be serious.

Why not get all the
Walton women involved.

Besides, we're going
to be needing help.

I'll tell you why. I don't wanna
get up at 6:00 in the morning.

That's up to you, Elizabeth.
But as for you, Erin,

you put your signature
on that sign-up sheet.

And in my book that's
as good as a promise.

All right.

Get up, Elizabeth.
You're drafted!

- I can't believe you guys got me out here.
- Tell us what to do.

- Start exercising.
- You can't just say, "Start exercising."

If you're gonna be our trainer you
have to tell us what exercises to do.

- Run.
- Where?

That way. Around the house.

Mary Ellen, the next
time you have any great

ideas about trainers,
talk to me first.

Faster!

I don't want to do this.

Well, you're doing real good.

I've never been
a trainer before.

Now that you are, don't you think
you should start acting like one?

I don't have the
slightest idea what to do.

You've got to be rough
on them, like a coach.

That's what athletes like.

I can't be mean
to my own sisters.

Just think about the time Mary
Ellen put a raw egg in your lunch

and you thought
it was hard-boiled.

That was a joke, even
though it did ruin my new dress.

What about the time Erin bashed in
the car windshield and blamed it on you?

Everybody believed her and Daddy
hauled you out to the smokehouse.

Then sent me to bed without
any supper. I still owe her for that.

I think we should ask
our fearless trainer.

Come on, you guys. Get
moving. Keep going. Go on. Faster!

What's gotten into her?

Not only are you slow,
you are deaf! Now move!

- Faster!
- Elizabeth?

- Quit pushing.
- Then go faster.

Come on, you guys.
Faster. Faster! Faster!

Elizabeth!

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

- There we go.
- Thank you, Rose.

What's all that
racket out there, Son?

That's Elizabeth, putting the
whip to Erin and Mary Ellen.

They're getting
ready for the race.

I was hoping they were gonna
change their minds about that.

Now, what's wrong with two
strong, young ladies entering a race?

It's just not very
ladylike, is it?

Oh, John, that may
have been true in our day,

but things are changing
for the better, if you ask me.

But a horse race?
That's going a little too far.

I can remember the time when showing
a girl's ankles in public was a crime.

That was going too far.

That doesn't have anything to do
with what Mary Ellen and Erin are doing.

It certainly does. It's called
keeping the women in line.

I'm not trying to keep anybody in line.
I'm just concerned about my daughters.

You're not gonna try
to stop them, are you?

No.

If they want to embarrass
themselves in front of the whole county,

that's up to them.

I'll be pulling for them.

They just might surprise
the socks off you men, John.

Hey, Elizabeth. I found
this stopwatch up in the attic.

I thought it might
come in handy.

- This book's pretty good, too.
- "How to Become a Boxer"?

- How can I use this?
- Use it to train Mary Ellen and Erin.

- Who are they gonna beat up?
- Nobody.

It's to help them get
in shape for the race.

Tina Morgan loaned it to me.

She bought it when her mama
hit her on the head with a kettle.

Did she beat her mother up?

No, but it taught
her how to duck fast.

Hey, Jim-Bob, you want to go see

that Jessica Marlowe
movie playing in Rockfish?

No. Besides, you've
already seen it five times.

I haven't seen it since
she sent me that letter.

Big deal. It wasn't
even her signature.

Oh, yeah? Just for that
I'm writing her another letter,

telling her that you
don't believe me.

Then you'll feel sorry.

Serena, you shouldn't
do that to Jeffrey.

It's probably the most exciting
thing that's ever happened to him.

All right, you guys. We're
gonna start with 20 push-ups.

- 20?
- Yes.

Now, get down on your
bellies, and no more lip.

All right. Ready?

One, two, three.

- Erin, what are you doing?
- You told me to do push-ups!

Then do them right.

Don't bend your knees, and your
back's supposed to be straight.

The only part of you that's
supposed to bend is your elbows.

- But those are boys' kind!
- That's the point.

This is not gonna be a bloomer
derby. We've got to be in shape.

If we're going to win, we're
gonna have to outlast the men.

All right. Let's start
from the beginning.

Yes, sir.

But put that dumb book down.
We're not training to be boxers.

Right. Ready?

One, two, three,
four, five, six, seven.

Rose. That's really beautiful.

And here is supper for two athletes
ordered by Miss Elizabeth Walton, trainer.

- That's not much of a supper, is it?
- It's a very good supper.

Elizabeth, what is
this supposed to be?

That's what they feed
boxers when they're in training.

It's very high in protein.
Make sure you eat every bite.

This is disgusting!

The sight of cottage cheese
and eggs makes me sick.

Then close your eyes.

And hold your nose.
That's what I do.

I'll just have to make up for
this when I go to Rockfish tonight.

You can't go into
Rockfish. You're in training.

It's more like reform school.

No!

Erin, I want to know what you
and Mary Ellen think you're up to.

We're entering the
War Bond Race.

That's crazy! It's a race for men.
Women aren't allowed to enter.

It doesn't say that
on the sign-up sheet.

It doesn't have to. Most people
can figure that out for themselves.

I always knew you and that
rabble-rousing sister of yours was addled.

But I never figured
you was plumb loco.

- We know exactly what we're doing.
- Hmm.

Give me an eraser. I'm gonna
take your name off this list.

- Why?
- Why?

Because you work for
Pickett Metal Products.

I don't want you
making a fool out of me.

All right, you can take
our name off the list.

But we're going to be at that
starting line and no one can stop us.

You're just talking
nonsense, Erin.

J.D., I was ready to forget this whole
thing before you walked into this office.

The workouts are harder
than I ever expected.

I hate the diet I'm on, and I don't
like going to bed at 8:00 every night.

But it's all different now and I
can't wait for the day of the race.

You're gonna look
just plumb foolish.

Getting all dirty and
sweaty and for nothing.

There's no way you girls
are gonna win that race.

Would you like to make a bet?

I'll bet you a week's wages
you two will finish dead last.

- If at all.
- You're on.

All right.

Morning, Nurse.

Aren't you supposed
to be at work right now?

I ain't feeling very
spry this morning.

You look fine to me.

I just figured a nice ride through the
hills would kind of clear my head a little.

I hear that you and that boss lady sister
of yours are racing at the War Bond Rally.

That's right.

Is that nag you're riding the
one you're gonna use in the race?

Sure, why not?

Riding that old thing.

Running on them female legs of
yours, you're gonna get whipped fierce.

Be a pleasure to watch.

I'll take these legs and this horse
any day over anything you have to offer.

Whoa, I tell you what. Let's
just make this interesting.

You finish ahead of me
and Jeb, you get our horse.

We finish ahead of
you, we get yours.

This is the horse I use to
make my nursing rounds.

You saying you
don't want to bet me?

Yes, sir, you and Erin
sure talk a mean game.

But you play like kittens.

- Watch it, Sam.
- Getting you riled?

You'll rile even more when
you're eating my mud at the rally.

That'll never happen.

You got yourself a bet,
your horse against mine.

Forty-nine, 50,
51, 52, 53, 54, 55,

56, 57, 58,

- 59, 60...
- How's your workout coming?

Really good. They're
almost finished.

Looks like you're really teaching
them something about training.

Yeah, there is
more at stake now.

Like what?

Mary Ellen bet her horse that we'd
beat Sam Barker and Jeb Sanders.

You what?

Like Erin said, I made
a bet with Sam Barker.

I thought you had more sense than that.
You're supposed to be a grown-up woman.

What happens if you lose?
You're gonna walk your rounds?

Mary Ellen is not the only
one that made a wager, Daddy.

I bet J.D. a week's wages.

What did you bet,
Elizabeth? The house?

No, I bet Jim-Bob a book report.

Hmm.

If, after the race, any of you
need any cash, come see me.

Plenty of extra
work out at the mill.

- Hello, Jeffrey.
- Hi, Jason.

I thought you weren't gonna
be back until the weekend.

That's what I thought, too.

Until they made me the
official Camp Rockfish chauffeur.

Is that something
like a General?

Ah...

No, not exactly. It's more
like a General's driver.

I'm gonna be on the road
for the next couple of weeks.

Taking big shots to war
bond rallies all over the state.

So I thought I better come
home while I still had the chance.

- What have you got there?
- Picture of my girlfriend.

See, it says, "To Jeffrey,
with love Jessica Marlowe."

That's pretty impressive.

- Nobody else thinks so.
- I do.

- I'm in love with her myself.
- Really?

It's impossible not to be.

Our hearts are broken
by the same girl.

Don't take it too hard, Jeffrey.

Heartbreak always gets
worse as the years go by.

Girls sure are a
pain, aren't they?

Mmm-hmm.

But they're worth
it, believe me.

Hurry! Hurry! Hey!

Get going!

Elizabeth!

Why, good afternoon, ladies.
What a pleasant surprise!

Up, down. Up, down. Up, down.

Okay, this next one
I've been saving.

You two are ready. It's a
specialty. It's called the Death March.

That sounds really exciting.

First you crab along on all
fours and then you sprint.

Then you do 10 push-ups
and then it starts all over again.

Crab, sprint, push-ups.
Crab, sprint, push-ups.

Elizabeth, you're crazy.

Come on, let's go.

Move it!

This is mutiny.

I've been looking for you everywhere.
What are you doing in here?

- Go away.
- It's not your attic.

That doesn't matter,
I got here first.

- What's that behind your back?
- Serena, just leave me alone.

Hey, give them back.

Two pictures?

She sent you another one?

You're right.

The handwriting is
not even the same.

Throw them away.

I'm sorry.

- Mary Ellen?
- Come in.

I can't sleep.

Me either.

There's no reason for
you to be lying awake.

You can do things like this.

You're as ready
for this race as I am.

Everybody says we're
gonna make fools of ourselves.

All my life people have made fun of
me because I like to do boys' things.

Made me mad then,
it makes me mad now.

But you're good at them.

I can't play
softball or football.

A month ago, I wouldn't have thought
about walking 12 miles, let alone run it.

If it makes you feel any better,
I'm as nervous as you are.

I want you to run the
last leg of the race.

- No.
- I'm serious.

But you're faster than I am.

Neither one of us is gonna be
very fast by the end of 12 miles.

I don't know, Mary Ellen.

You're good. Better
than you think you are.

I want you to cross
the finish line on foot.

Morning, girls.
Nice day, ain't it?

It was up until now.

Don't take this so
serious, Mary Ellen.

Just 'cause you've got
your horse bet on the race.

Why don't you two go have a few
beers? We're trying to get warmed up.

Let me out of here.

They should give a prize
for the most crowded car.

It wouldn't have been so
bad if you didn't sit like a frog.

Stop arguing. Let's
go see your sisters.

There you are. I sure raised a
couple of strong-willed daughters,

but good luck, I'm
proud of you both.

- Thanks.
- I am, too. And break a leg.

Don't break a leg.

Elizabeth, we couldn't have
come this far without you.

I know you two girls
are gonna do just fine.

Thanks, Rose.

I guess we better
get to the starting line.

- All right. Good luck now.
- Bye.

Ben, it's time to
man the checkpoint.

Hey, Daddy, can I use the
car? It's right up the road.

Okay. Thank you. Bye-bye.

I'm manning Checkpoint 2 myself,

but the guy that I lined up for
Checkpoint 3 didn't show up.

- Do I have a volunteer?
- I will.

Don't you think you're
a little young, Jeffrey?

I'd help you out, Ike, but Jason's
gonna show up with some big shot

and I want to be here.

- I'll help you.
- Good.

Now, it's near the dead
oak tree at Hardware Creek.

It's the last checkpoint
before the end of the race.

- What do I do?
- It's real easy.

You just make sure that the
runners and the riders change places.

Here, why don't you take Corabeth's
car? It's right around the corner.

Thanks, Ike.

Ladies and gentlemen, it gives
me great pleasure to welcome you

to the First Annual Jefferson
County War Bond Rally

Ike and Corabeth Godsey
Run and Ride Race.

Now to get things started off
with a bang, here's Mr. Ike Godsey.

Give him a nice hand.

Thank you... Does this work?

Hello, everybody. I guess it's my
job to explain the rules of the race

and what's gonna happen.

So, let's see.

Any number of teams may compete.

And each team consists
of two men and a horse.

One rides while the other runs.

And three times during the
race at prearranged checkpoints,

they switch places and the race is
12 miles long through the hill country.

The first team to have both
men, both men or women,

cross the finish line wins.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to take
this opportunity at this time to tell you

that Godsey's General
Merchandise Store

is sponsoring a special
War Bond Rally perfume sale,

this week only, thank you.

All right then, without
further instructions.

On your mark, get set...

You ready?

Come on, Erin.

Go, Erin.

Erin's in third.

- Is Jeb ahead of her?
- I'm afraid so.

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

Erin, tail me.

Hey, Mary Ellen!

You're doing okay.

- Where's Erin?
- I don't know.

Get him, Erin.

- What if nobody makes it this far?
- Would you quit worrying?

Yeah, but what if they all
drop out before the race is over?

We'll never know about it.

You're just hoping Mary
Ellen and Erin won't finish,

so you won't have
to pay up on your bet.

- There's Jason.
- Hey, Jason.

- Hi.
- Hi, Jason.

Hi, Jason. JEFFREY: Hi.

Who's winning?

Ike and I just got back
from our checkpoints

and the girls are
still in the race.

One of those races you never know
what's happening until it's all over.

Who's your passenger?

Somebody I'd like
Jeffrey to meet.

Jeffrey, I'd like you to
meet Miss Jessica Marlowe.

She's our guest of honor
today at the War Bond Rally.

This is the boy I
was telling you about.

Jason tells me you're a fan.

I think Jeffrey's in shock.

Me, too.

Would you do me the honor of
escorting me to the speaker's platform?

One down, 11 to go.

- How many in front of me?
- Two, but Jeb is one of them.

I know.

Come on, hurry up, Mary Ellen.

You're never gonna
win at this rate.

Sam? Sam, are you okay?

Sam? Are you all
right, Sam? Sam?

They're on their way.

Here's the list for
our checkpoint.

- So Mary Ellen and Erin are running third?
- Yeah.

- Here comes Joe and Al.
- Here they come.

That's too bad, the girls not
winning after all that hard work.

Well, they can still beat Jeb
and Sam, that's what's important.

Excuse me, please.

Could I have your
attention, please?

The winners, team number
six, Joe Firmage and Al Murphy.

And I understand that in
Checkpoint 3, in second place,

is Jeb Sanders and Sam Barker,

followed closely by Mary
Ellen Willard and Erin Walton.

Somebody's coming in.

- It's Mary Ellen!
- Hurry up, come on!

- That was a pretty dirty trick.
- It worked, didn't it?

I'm not sure that's the right
way to go about losing a race.

I was just returning
a favor, Daddy.

Besides, we haven't lost yet.
Erin's still out there somewhere.

Here comes Erin.

Come on, Erin!

We Beat them! We beat them!

Congratulations, Erin.

Double wages next week.

Thanks.

You ran a real fine race, Jeb.

That back of yours sure held
up under a load of punishment.

You're back on the
loading dock as of Monday.

Yes, sir.

Looks like you owe
me a book report.

This is one I won't mind doing, as
long as I get to choose the subject.

Nope. It's already
been assigned.

It's on the collective
stories of Edgar Allan Poe.

O beautiful for spacious skies

For amber waves of grain

For purple mountain majesties

Above the fruited plain

America! America
God shed His grace...

Mary Ellen and Erin gained
new respect in the community

because of their remarkable
showing in the Run and Ride Race.

No one would ever look upon
them as "just girls" anymore,

especially not Sam
Barker and Jeb Sanders.

"No sooner had my
blows sunk into silence,

"then I was answered from
a voice from within the tomb!"

Jim-Bob, you don't have to do
the book report tonight, you know.

"A howl, a wailing shriek, half
of horror and half of triumph..."

Jim-Bob, you're scaring me!

"such as might have arisen only
from the throats of the damned."

That's enough, Jim-Bob.
You're going to wake John Curtis.

"I had walled the monster
up within the tomb."

- Good night, Jim-Bob!
- Good night, Jim-Bob!

Sweet dreams.

English - SDH