All language subtitles for The Greatest American Hero s02e21 Whos Woo in America

Look at what's happened to me

I can't believe it myself

Suddenly I'm up on top of the world

It should have been somebody else

Believe it or not I'm walking on air

I never thought I could feel so free

Flying away on a wing and a prayer

Who could it be

Believe it or not it's just me

Just like the light of a new day

It hit me from out of the blue

Breaking me out of the spell I was in

Making all of my wishes come true

Believe it or not I'm walking on air

I never thought I could feel so free

Flying away on a wing and a prayer

Who could it be

Believe it or not it's just me

Who could it be

Believe it or not it's just me

You can't come in here.
This is Dr. Woo's office.

- Will you keep the little lady quiet?
- Who are you?

Did Dr. Woo
get to his plane?

No, he didn't, C.C.

Where is he?

Well, let's just
say that he's not.

What do you mean, he's not?
You didn't kill him, did you?

- Hey, come on, C.C. I thought...
- I didn't want Dr. Woo dead!

Look. I got a phone call from Prentice.
I took care of him.

What if we can't find that microchip?
He may have already done something with it!

Just relax, C.C.
I'm pretty sure he didn't.

Pretty sure? Let me
tell you something.

Now, I got me here a receipt that says
that Dr. Woo sent something to L.A.

Now, if it was the microchip,
it is going to be Prentice's head!

You tell Prentice to get his tail to L.A.
and wait for my call!

I'll straighten him out
when I get there!

We go to L.A.

Ralph, the Bernsteins
beat us fair and square.

What's wrong with
second place anyway?

Second place is fine the first
year, but the second year it stinks.

Pamela, when it's our ad
in a tiebreaker...

and they call the second serve
out, don't you call it in.

- But it was in.
- We could have gotten another serve out of that.

Here's your trophy.

Do you want to get that?
I can't even move.

In.

At least they could have put
some candy in this thing.

Hello,
John McEnroe's residence.

If that's the Bernsteins, tell them we
can't make it. We're polishing our trophy.

Uh, I was only kidding.
Uh, yes, this is Pamela.

Mrs. Hinkley!
Uh, yeah, me too.

My mother?

- Uh, hi!
- Hiya, honey.

- How's, uh... How's Hawaii?
- Oh, Hawaii was wonderful.

I'm terrific. And I'm in town
at the Harrison Arms Hotel.

You're in town? What,
here in-in Los Angeles?

I thought you were staying for at least
another month. What are you doing here?

- Didn't you get my postcard?
- Uh, check and see if there's a postcard...

in the basket right there.

Yes, I got your postcard.
The one from Hawaii.

Yeah, I wrote and told you
we were coming.

We? Philip and I.

- Philip...
- Kaballa.

- Uh, Philip Kaballa.
- From New York.

Yes, the guy from New York.
I can't wait to meet him.

Philip, Ralph says
he can't wait to meet you.

Oh, that's great. I can't wait to meet him.

Is-Is he there with you?
Put him on the phone. Let me talk to him.

Well, um, he-he's a little
indisposed, honey.

He's in the shower?

Anyway, why don't we have
dinner tonight? Hmm?

It'll be great.
I want the two of my men...

to get to know each other
as soon as possible.

And I can't wait to meet that
Pamela you've told me about.

Uh, yeah, sure, uh, Pam and
myself, and you and your, uh...

- Fianc�.
- Fianc�?

Isn't it exciting?

Now, I'm going to go down
and get my hair done.

And Philip's going to meet you downstairs
at the bar. You can't miss him.

He's the handsome one
with the dark brown eyes...

who's going
to marry your mother.

I'll meet you later
at the restaurant, okay?

Right.
Love you much.

Fianc�?

I can't believe you're not
happy for your mom, hon.

A postcard?

Listen, honey. If your mom has found some
nice elderly gentleman that she likes...

Nice elderly gentlemen don't take showers
in my mom's hotel room, thank you.

Sounds like the other man in your
mom's life is a little jealous.

Jealous?
Me, the perfect sibling? Ha!

I bet you're gonna
end up loving Philip.

I mean, your mom's got to have great taste.
She raised you, didn't she?

Yeah, and I turned out
to be a pretty super guy.

Yeah.

I don't know, I guess I am being a little
silly about this whole thing, aren't I?

Well, you're entitled. But Philip
probably plays a great game of bridge...

and likes to take a nice,
long stroll in the park after dinner.

He'll be great for your mom. No way, Pam.

My mom's not a stroller.

She's a bowler.

Brown eyes is hardly a
complete description.

How in the world am I
supposed to find this guy?

Just look for the gleam.

He probably wears
glasses with my luck.

You, Ralph, are going to
make a great father-in-law.

What?
What, do you see him?

Uh, maybe.

Do you think
that's the guy?

Well, Ralph, you're gonna have to
go over and introduce yourself.

He doesn't know what you look like.

Go.

Uh, hi.
Philip Kaballa?

And I believe
you know my mother?

I believe you have me
confused with someone else.

I'm-I'm sorry. I thought you had
brown eyes and-and you don't.

I wouldn't have bothered you.
I... See, I...

Oh, boy. The guy's
got blue eyes.

Probably thinks I'm
trying to pick him up. I'm sorry.

Philip Kaballa.

Philip Kaballa. Pick up the house phone.

- It's probably your mother.
- Yeah.

Well, I'm gonna get that. This Philip Kaballa
is liable to keep us waiting forever.

Hello, Mom? Ralph?
Ralph Hinkley?

Who is this? It's Philip.

Sorry I missed you, kid,
but I had to grab a cab.

Meet you in the lobby.
Doorman wants the phone.

Can't wait
to meet you, son.

"Son."

Well, I'm gonna give this guy
about three more seconds... Ralph...

Ralph?

Ralph,
I'm Philip Kaballa.

Hi, Philip.

So, Philip,
you're a consultant?

Sounds very exciting.
What kind of consulting do you do, Philip?

- Uh, international.
- Oh, so you travel a lot then, huh?

Sometimes.
Here, Ralph.

Have one of my...
business cards right here.

Well, it's sure nice to know if we
ever need an international consultant,

we have one right here
in the family.

Well, Ralph,
what do you think?

What do I think?

I think it's great.
I think it's great.

Well, thanks, Ralph.

Philip and I
were talking it over and...

we want you to be part
of our wedding.

You've always been the
creative one in the family,

so we want you to write
the wedding vows.

- Would you do it?
- You know, something simple and...

Right.sincere.

That would be
very nice, honey.

Well, what can I say? Oh...

My men.

So when is
the happy day anyway?

Sometime next fall?
Or maybe Christmastime?

- Tuesday.
- Tuesday!

Tuesday at dusk. There's a little
chapel at the Divine Light Park,

and Philip and I talked it over...
it's just what we want, so...

Uh, Mom, excuse me. Tuesday is
gonna be real inconvenient for me.

It's not that I'm not delighted
because I'm very delighted.

But do you think you can postpone it a
little bit? Let's say, next springtime?

You think we're rushing
into this, don't you?

In a word, yes.

Ralph, when it's right,
it's right.

I'm sure you and Pam
know about these things.

We didn't meet
on a beach in Hawaii.

I have to buy a wedding gown. Something
honest, something simple, you know.

An off-white caftan.

Maybe, uh... I know just the place.

Wonderful, you can go with me.
It'll be fun.

We'll get to know each other.
After all, we're almost a family.

Almost. I'd love to, Paula.

Great. While you two girls
are out shopping,

old Ralph here and I will
spend a little time together.

Man to man.

I bet you play racquetball.
What do you say, 9:00 tomorrow?

But you got to go easy on the old man.

Uh, gee, Philip, 9:00's pretty bad for me.
I got a class at 8:00.

We'll make it 7:00.

Oh.

Well, if you don't object, I'm going
to dance with your new stepfather.

Come on, hon.

I'm gonna be sick.

So, Philip's a little younger than your
mom. He seems like a very nice guy.

Honey, if Philip
was any younger,

we would've played on the same
Little League team. Come on, hon.

You don't get a tan like that by working for
a living. Looks like bachelor of the month.

Probably lives off that stuff
he wins on those game shows.

He loves your mother. And he wants
to marry her. Isn't that enough?

With all due respect
to my mother, why?

Philip Kaballa.

Worldwide Consultants,
right?

Just a feeling, Bill, but I don't think
it'd hurt anything if you checked him out.

You know, birth dates, former employers.
See if he has a record, phony papers,

uh, ex-wives,
uh, bad checks, anything.

Who is this guy? Sounds like
you're getting ready to marry him.

You're getting close.
No, no. It's, uh...

It's just a hunch.
But I'd consider it a personal favor.

I'll wait for you
at home.

Calling a cab, huh?

You're not calling Bill
about Philip are you?

Wh...

Uh, at the tone the time
will be 11:17.

Boy, I can't get
this thing to keep time.

I think there's
a cab out front.

Just hit our line
about Philip Kaballa.

They want a back check.

Respond with no priors. I want to
sell this guy with a clean slate,

and I don't want the F.B.I.
in on it as yet.

And pull the plug
on the agent.

Hey, what's goin' on?

Set it up.

- Arthur Woo.
- Who?

No, "Woo." Arthur Woo.
What do you know about him?

- Nothing. I don't know who Woo is.
- Positive, Mr. Hall.

You're from the Harrison Arms. What do you
want with me? I wasn't hitting up on you.

- What're you doing?
- I live in this house.

No, you don't,
Mr. Kaballa.

Ralph Hinkley
lives here.

And I have a courier receipt
signed by you from Arthur Woo.

Why? I don't know why.

Or Woo or who.
My name is Ralph Hinkley.

Why'd you introduce yourself
as Philip Kaballa?

I was asking you
if youwere Philip Kaballa.

I said Philip Kaballa
like it was a question. Where is he?

- Who? Woo?
- No, Philip Kaballa.

He must be telling the truth.
All his readouts are positive.

Kill him.

Hold it! F.B.I., Los Angeles.
Freeze it babies, right there.

What have you got, Ralph?
A little party here, huh?

You, hold still.
Easy now.

Stand easy.

Hey, what's going on?
What's going on here?

Please!

Prentice Hall. Senior vice
president of Universal Petroleum.

The question is, what do they
want with a high school teacher?

They didn't want me.
They wanted Philip Kaballa.

That doesn't help us any. I ran him.
I told you. He's squeaky.

This Worldwide Consultants is nothing
but a phone drop for a courier service.

What's that? Like, uh,
a gofer service or something?

Yeah, kinda. Guys that
work that scam, uh,

deliver dated portfolios
and stuff for big corporations.

It's a puff job. Most of 'em are
gigolos or ski instructors...

flying around the world
working on their tans.

How do you know this guy? I don't know him
very well,

but my mom knows him
a little bit better.

I hope she doesn't know him too well, 'cause
this guy's got some wires burning someplace.

These Texas dudes are tough,
got a lot of juice. Uh, Bill,

I gotta go meet Philip Kaballa
in about a half an hour.

Play a game of racquetball.
You wouldn't by chance...

wanna come along and see if you can
haul this guy off for something?

On what charge? I already told you.
I ran him. He's squeaky clean.

If you think he stinks,
you keep after him.

See if you can come up with something.
Let me know.

Is there a court
for a Philip Kaballa?

Match waiting.
Court six, Mr. Kaballa.

Uh, I'm...
Never mind.

Sit down, please, Mr. Kaballa.
Have a seat.

Would you guys take it easy?
I know the drill.

Shut up, Mr. Kaballa.
You'll be hurt. I am not Philip Kaballa!

Shut up.

What do you know about Arthur "Who"?

"Woo," and I don't
know the man.

Don't lie to us,
Philip.

We know that you met with Woo in his
office in Hawaii. He gave you something.

Something you signed for.
Where is it?

Tell us, Philip. I am not Philip Kaballa.

My name is Ralph Hinkley, and I don't
know an Arthur Woo or Who or who Woo is.

Philip, tell these guys
that I'm not...

Again?

Ralph, they put you on
the wire again?

The House of Polygraph
must be having a sale.

Yeah, only this time the guys were Arabs, and
they thought I was Philip Kaballa again.

Kept asking me if I...
I knew some guy named Woo.

- Uh, who?
- Woo. Arthur Woo.

Apparently Philip Kaballa picked
something up from him in Hawaii.

Bill, I'll fill you in
when you get here.

Oh, by the way,
go by my house and pick up the "uit-say."

And, uh, don't forget
to dress for lunch. Bye.

Let's follow this guy.

He'll lead us
to the microchip.

Mr. Heller? This is Philip Kaballa.

- Trace this.
- I have a delivery for you from a Dr. Arthur Woo...

from the Universal
Petroleum Lab in Hawaii.

Yes, Mr. Kaballa, we've been waiting
for your call. Where are you?

Never mind where I am.
If you want the Woo chip,

be at the Divine Light Chapel
this afternoon at 5:00 p.m.

There'll be
a wedding rehearsal going on.

I'll meet you there.
And bring cash.

Uh, how will I know you?

You won't.

Kaballa. Philip Kaballa.
Now, you said he was a courier.

Well, Arthur Woo hired him to
transport something to L.A.

Whatever it is, these guys from Universal
Petroleum and the Arabs want it bad.

I'm on strictest orders from
Carlisle to stay off of this thing.

Comes from way, way upstairs.
We'll have to work it on the inside.

Got the suit? We'll stick close
to your mom. It's gonna be okay.

Soon as it gets shaky, my mom is out of it.
What could these guys want?

Isn't it beautiful?

Pamela, I don't think I've
ever been happier in my life.

It is gorgeous. And you are
going to make a beautiful bride.

Thank you. Hello, gang.

- And where's Philip?
- Uh, he couldn't make it.

I guess he had to get his tux
pressed or something. I don't know.

Oh, probably getting a case of cold feet.
You know how grooms are.

Uh, Mom, I'd like you to meet Bill Maxwell.
He's a friend of mine.

This is my mom, Paula Hinkley.
Well, Bill, hello.

- Ralph has told me so much about you.
- Same here.

Only thing is,
he didn't tell me how handsome you are.

- Shucks! Thanks, Mrs. Hinkley.
- Paula, please.

Okay, Paula. Ralph, I have something
I want to show you.

I'd like to talk to you
about something. No, no.

That can wait.
Look.

Isn't it beautiful?

Philip gave it to me
last night.

But you should see the gown
that Pam and I picked out.

Oh, but we still have
to go get the shoes.

We can do that after lunch, right?
And then we'll all meet...

at the chapel
for the rehearsal.

Oh! Who's...
Who's getting married?

Didn't I tell you, Bill? My mom is going
to marry Philip Kaballa... tomorrow.

Oh-h...
Congratulations.

Thank you. Ralph, you didn't forget
to tell your best friend, did you?

- And I thought I was the nervous bride.
- Uh, Mom...

You didn't forget the wedding
vows, did you, honey?

He's writing the wedding vows.
Isn't that terrific?

Mom, I don't want you
to marry Philip Kaballa.

Ralph!

Why? I-I thought you
and Philip were fine.

Mom, this is very hard for me. Last night
somebody thought I was Philip Kaballa and...

- Ralph!
- Well, this morning there was two guys and they...

Ralph!
Uh, Carlisle...

There's just a lot of reasons why
I don't want you to marry the guy.

- Like what?
- Well, like... like... Well, uh...

Like who in their right mind wants to go
through life with a name like Paula Kaballa?

Philip is going to make me
a wonderful husband.

He's warm and he's honest.

Besides, I have enough love
for both of you.

That's the woman Kaballa met in Hawaii.

We follow her,
and she leads us to him.

Uh, telephone call
for Agent William Maxwell.

Uh, yeah, right.

Maxwell.
Yes, Tommy.

When? Yeah,
I'll get right on it.

Universal Petroleum just posted
a one million dollar bond...

and Prentice Hall... walked.

- Prentice Hall?
- Who? - No, Hall.

Uh, let's pay this gentleman a visit.
Shall we, uh, Ralph?

Ladies, if you'll just
excuse us for a few minutes.

Guy named Calvin Coolidge
Smith owns this whole latch-up.

Raises horses.
He also owns Universal Petroleum.

His execs stay here
when they're in town.

Agent William Maxwell, F.B.I.,
Los Angeles to see Prentice Hall.

No, I don't have
a warrant. No.

But I can sure get one
if you think that's... Tell 'em...

Philip Kaballa
is here.

Name-dropper.

How could they let these guys out, Bill?
They tried to kill me.

We were only holding him on assault
charges and Hall didn't have any priors.

Universal Petroleum's
got a lot of clout, uh...

Money talks,
what can I tell ya?

Bill, look.

Prentice Hall. Looks like he
didn't get his job done in time.

Ralph!

Come on.
Get going.

Ralph, you okay? Yeah.

I got the suit on.
Just knocked me off balance.

Go on.
Get going!

Go get 'em, Ralph.

What the hell is that?

We've got something
closing in on us, C.C.

Lose him.

I can't.
He's on us.

Throw him the groom.

No! No!

He's a good catch, isn't he?

I think Philip's great. And Ralph will get
used to him. It'll just take a little time.

I certainly hope so.

There you go. I've got two boutonnieres
for my boys.

And a bouquet for my maid of honor.
Thank you, Pamela.

I am flattered.Whew.

We'd better get going. You don't
want to be late for your rehearsal.

I'll bet Philip's having
his tuxedo fitted right now.

We have found that these little
machines save us a lot of trouble.

The first time this little needle
here tells me you're lying,

you are dead.

You understand that?

Oh, yes, sir.

- Set for reading?
- You got it, C.C.

What is your name? Kaballa.

Philip Kaballa.

O-Or Fred Keller or Steve Tyson.
I use a lot of different names. I see.

Tell me what you know
about Arthur Woo.

Arthur Woo...

called my service last week
and said he might want me...

to deliver something for him to a man
named Heller at the Department of Interior.

I picked up an envelope at Woo's office
at Universal Petroleum in Hawaii.

Woo gave me $10,000 and told
me to wait till last Wednesday.

If I didn't hear from him, I was to
come to L.A. and give it to Heller.

Upon delivery, he'd give me
another $10,000.

Have you contacted
this Mr. Heller?

No. U-Uh,
only by phone.

I told him I'd meet him
this afternoon.

- You have the microchip then.
- Not exactly. I... I...

I gave it to Paula Hinkley.

- Who?
- My fianc�e.

Lie detectors, helicopters, three-piece
suits. I can't believe these guys, Bill.

Whole nother
level of crime, Ralph.

Big, big bucks and so much
power you can't believe it...

till some day it lands on you,
and then you believe it okay.

It's got to be about oil!
It's got to be about oil!

That's the only thing that explains the
Universal Petroleum guys and the Arabs.

Boy, how'd my mom
get involved in this mess?

There. There it is.

Hey!
Hey, somebody!

Bill, call the police.
You all right? I think so.

They came in here and asked
me where Philip Kaballa is.

I didn't want to tell them,
but they said they were going to kill me.

- Who are you?
- Uh, Maxwell, honey.

Bill Maxwell, F.B.I.,
Los Angeles. Yeah, Tommy?

We need some backup here.
It's, uh, Atlas Intercontinental Services.

It's a phone drop for
Worldwide Consultants, okay?

Right away.
Thanks. I gave them his hotel room.

Not the Harrison Arms? No, no, the...

The Holly Mar Motor Lodge,
Room 206.

I'm sorry if I, uh... That's all right.
That's all right.

Okay, yeah,
I got it here.

Holly Mar Motor Lodge.
It's on West Main.

Couriers always check in with us when they
arrive in town, and they, uh, leave an address.

- Uh, Ralph!
- Oh!

Excuse me for a minute.

Yeah. Room 206, please.
Room 206.

Ralph, try this. All right.

Sorry you're gonna have to
miss the wedding, Philip.

We'll give your regards
to the bride.

They've got
Philip Kaballa, Bill.

Okay.
Talk me in, will you? Yeah.

Okay, honey, come on out of there.
Come on.

Uh, who... What?

We don't even know what he looks like.

But he told me we could
pick up the Woo chip...

at a wedding rehearsal
at the Divine Light Chapel.

Stay ready
because I have a hunch...

that whoever killed Dr. Woo
is after Kaballa.

And we could be in for some trouble.
Let's go.

Who's there? Somebody?

- It's me, Dad.
- Oh, Ralph.

Thank God it's you. Look. Some guys from
Universal Petroleum were here, and they...

Shut up, Kaballa.
I want some answers real fast, all right.

Wait a minute, Ralph. Take it easy.
How did you get in here?

Shut up.
I'm asking the questions.

Now, I want to know what's
going on and who is Arthur Woo? Who?

Arthur Woo. He gave you something that
everybody and their brother seems to want.

I-It's a microchip of some kind.
That's all I know, Ralph, really.

Microchip.
Where is it?

Uh, where is it? Where is it?

I gave it to your mother. It's,
uh, in the engagement ring.

Why you little slime ball.

Oh, Ralph!
Would you please cool it?

Bill, I want you to meet
my mother's ex-fianc�.

Look. I love your mother, Ralph, really.
I want to marry her.

Yeah, sure, Phil. Working the
old marriage scam, huh? Terrific.

Hey, hey, look, you guys.
These guys mean business.

I mean, th-th-they're tough.
They've... got guns.

What'd you tell these guys from
Universal Oil about my mother?

I told them she has the microchip and they
can pick it up at the wedding rehearsal.

Know how Kaballa's
transporting the Woo chip?

No. Ridiculous, isn't it?
We got a computerized microchip...

programmed with a formula that
can put the Arab cartel...

and the Texas oil tycoons out of business.

And we're supposed to pick it up from some guy
we've never even seen at a wedding rehearsal.

Just exactly what kind
of formula is it?

From what I understand it's
a variation on something...

the Germans used
during World War II.

Something to do with
converting coal into oil.

We don't want to scare Kaballa off.
Let's take cover.

Let's go.
And stay out of sight.

Looks like they're gonna
have a big wedding. Pity.

All right. Now,
this Hinkley dame...

has Dr. Woo's microchip
in her engagement ring.

I want it. Even if you have
to take her finger with it.

No problem. Let's go wait for the bride.

I thought this was going
to be a small wedding. Me too.

Philip's always
surprising me.

This place looks like
the Colosseum.

Philip wanted
to get married here.

I thought it was going to be a
quaint little outdoor chapel.

It's going to be lovely.
I know it will.

When it's all finished with flowers and
everything. About five thousand flowers.

Big wedding, hmm?

I wonder where
Philip and Ralph are.

They should be here.

Ralph, I thought you said this
was going to be a small wedding.

Wedding's off.
Come on.

Hey! That's that fed,
what's-his-name.

Get down.

Go!

Maxwell,
F.B.I., Los Angeles.

Heller, Department of Interior.
We're on your side, Maxwell.

- Ralph, go get 'em.
- Stay down.

Hold it! Hold your fire.

Anybody moves
and Kaballa here gets it!

Up!

Oh, boy. Ralph,
that was terrific.

You'd better get your tux back
on and get back to rehearsal.

All right. All right, you guys.

Do either of you ladies
know where Philip Kaballa is?

Good question.
I was just about to ask the same thing.

What is going on? Well...

Mr. Heller?
Maxwell, F.B.I., Los Angeles branch.

You guys did
a real good job.

And those birds you can book
for murder, attempted murder,

interstate flight and anything
else you can think of.

Paula, you okay?
Davidson? Fine.

Just fine, Bill.
What is happening here?

Uh, well, I think you better
hear that from Ralph.

Hey, Mom!

You must be Philip Kaballa,
the bridegroom.

No, sir. My name is Ralph Hinkley.
This is Philip Kaballa right here.

Ralph,
are you all right?

Philip?
What's going on?

Philip was using you as a cover-up to deliver
something to the Department of Interior.

He never intended on marrying you.
As a matter of fact,

the diamond engagement ring that
he gave you contains a microchip.

I feel like such a fool.

Mom, don't worry.
You're much too good for this guy.

Uh, Paula, would you mind
handing over...

your engagement ring,
please, to Mr. Heller now?

It has a rather
important stone in it.

With pleasure.

It's gone!

It's...
It's gonna work.

Don't worry about a thing.
We got it right now.

I'm telling you, Paula.
It's gettin' real serious around here.

Last year,
my boss, Ace Aarons? Yeah?

He was out jogging.
Fit as a fiddle.

Bang! There goes the old pump.
Gee whiz!

They're dropping like flies.
Ace was my age.

Bill, you're fit as
a brick... whatdyamacallit.

You got nothing
to worry about.Oh. Oh, okay.

Hi, guys. Mom.

Hi, honey. How are you
doing yourselves?

I gotta tell you, your mom is some kind
of a champion. Filed that report...

just like a pro.

Put a wrap on
the whole scenario. Believe me, I had help.

I'll bet.

How they doing with the microchip.
Have they found anything?

No. They got 100 guys out there
going blind with fine-tooth combs.

So far, I think
they've turned up...

about $300 worth of empty bottles,
a couple of wristwatches and a lost dog.

That's it. I feel terrible.

No fool like an old fool, huh? I don't
know what you're talking about, lady.

Well, is anybody hungry?
I've got dinner all ready.

I only need a little help
with the salad.

Famished. Okay, you guys go ahead.

Ralph and I got a little
rap talk to do here.

Uh, we'll be in
in a minute.

Boy, your mom is a heck of a lady.
You know that, Ralph?

She really bounced back off of this Kaballa
creep like a real trooper, you know?

Mmm, yeah.
Yeah.

You know, you don't
really find, uh,

women with that kind of resiliency
that much anymore, you know?

Uh, yeah, and, uh...

Well, pretty and witty and
charming and everything and, uh...

Right. Right. You're really not going to
make this easy on the old man, are you?

- Heck, no.
- Okay. All right, Ralph, I hate this.

I'm just going to have to lay it out
for you because you're old enough...

and your mom is old enough...
she can do whatever she wants,

whenever she wants, with
whomever, uh, w-w-whatever.

So, what I'm going to do is I'm going
to, um... Uh, I'm gonna...

Would you mind if I
take your mom out to dinner?

Just dinner and drinks,
real simple, something nice,

and I don't want a lot of arguments
out of you, because you're just a kid.

Who cares what kids think, anyway.
What do you think?

Well, you know, Bill,
after this Philip Kaballa thing, uh,

I just can't have my mom going out
with anybody, you know what I mean?

Wait a minute, Ralph. I'm not some
dinky donkey off the street here.

This is your best friend
you're talking to.

This is Bill Maxwell here.

Who?

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