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* Good times
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* Good times
Any time you need a friend *

* Good times
Any time you're out from under *

* Not gettin' hassled
Not gettin' hustled *

* Keepin' your head
Above water *

* Makin' a wave when you can *

* Temporary layoffs
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* Easy credit rip-offs
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* Scratchin' and survivin'
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* Ain't we lucky we got 'em? *

* Good times **

Ooh.

Just set it down anywhere,
Wanda...

and thanks for your help.

Florida, when you do laundry,
you do laundry.

[LAUGHS]

Well, they're
mostly James' clothes.

You know, in his kind of work,

he not only got
ring around the collar.

He got ring around everything.

[BOTH LAUGH]

Yeah, and J.J.'s long johns
ain't easy to do either.

Hey, you know...

they look more filled
without him

than they do with him.

[FLORIDA LAUGHS]

Well...

if James gets this job
as foreman,

I'm gonna do like the rich folks
and send my laundry out.

Whoo!

If you do,
send them out to me...

because I want to feel
like the rich folks too.

Oh, any news
about James' promotion?

No, but we're
just keeping

our fingers crossed.

Well,
don't worry about it.

I know it's gonna turn out
all right.

I had a dream last night
that James got the job,

and you all moved
out to Lakeshore Drive.

Mm-hmm.

And you were driving
down in this fancy car...

Mm-hmm.

And I was hitchhiking a ride,

and you just drove
right on past me.

And you didn't even
give me a lift.

Now, that's a fine way
to treat a neighbor.

Was that car
a Cadillac?

Yes.

Then that wasn't me.

In my dreams, I'm
driving a Rolls Royce.

Well, good.
Now we're friends again.

Oh, wouldn't it
be wonderful

if James gets
that promotion.

You know,

there's a three-bedroom
apartment downstairs

that's vacant,

and we just might
be able to afford it.

Oh, think of it, Wanda,
two bathrooms!

Yeah, if you had a gas pump,

then you could open
a service station.

Oh, it sure
would be good

if Michael and
J.J. could have

their own bedroom.
Mm-hmm.

They been sleeping
in the same bed

for 14 years.

Well, most kids have
their cuddly Teddy bears

to sleep with,

but poor Michael,

all he's ever slept with
is a shank bone.

Oh!

Hi, J.J.

Hi, tiger.

Hi, Wanda. Hi, Ma.

J.J., what's wrong?

Ma, today hasn't been a good day

in the chicken-delivering
business.

Well, what happened?
Somebody rip off the coleslaw?

No, worse than that.
I lost my job.

You lost your job?

Oh, honey,
what happened?

What, did they catch you
finger licking again?

No. The boss said
he had to cut down.

The chicken business
is chickening out.

Tomorrow's my last day.
I got to turn in my bird.

Oh, J.J., that's a shame.

Yeah, I don't know
what I'm gonna do without her.

I mean, every time I said,
"yes," she said yes.

Every time I said, "no,"
she said, "no."

Oh, Ma, I still don't know
why they fired me.

I was
their top delivery man.

Every time I brought an order,

I made sure I had the biscuits,
the napkins,

the honey, the plastic forks,

and always had that little side
of barbecue sauce.

Oh, boy, whenever I left,
I always said,

"Bon appetit,and don't choke
on the neck bone."

I care.

That's too bad,
J.J.,

but you said
business was slow.

Yeah, Ma, but I had seniority.

I mean, I was there
almost four months.

I was the Dean of Legs.

Cheer up, J.J., you still have
your art school at night.

You'll find another job.

Oh, no, Wanda,
it ain't that easy.

I feel like the world
has passed me by.

I feel as useless as a pet rock.

Hang in there,
pet rock.

This is the year
of the bicentennial,

and we're
gonna celebrate

100 years of freedom.

A hundred years?
I thought it was 200.

Oh, it's 200 for them.

A hundred for us.

Oh, Ma, I really feel down
about this whole thing.

Say... do you think
a homemade sweet potato pie

can lift your spirits?

Could be.

Well, it's in the ice box.

Hey, I may be unemployed,
but my stomach's still working.

J.J., where did this come from?

Where did what come from?

This pamphlet:

"The Glorious
Cuban Revolution."

Cuba?

Ain't that where
they had the Bay of Pigs?

Oh, Ma, don't be bringing up
pigs to me now.

I got enough trouble
with chickens.

J.J., I'm not joking.

This is all about
how wonderful

everything is
in Cuba right now...

and how happy
the Cuban people are,

and it's full of pictures
of Castro

and stuff about his philosophy.

Does this
belong to you?

Are you kidding, Ma?

The only pictures I know about

are the ones that fold out
from a centerfold...

And I don't care
about her philosophy at all.

If this doesn't belong
to you,

how'd it get
in your drawer?

Somebody hid it there.

Who, J.J.?

Maybe Ned the Wino!

Now, J.J., you know
Ned the Wino does not come

into this house.

Yes, he did, Ma,
at Halloween time,

trick or treating
for Muscatel.

J.J., I told you,
this is not funny.

Now this pamphlet didn't get
in this house by itself,

and I want to know who
is into all this Cuban stuff.

Hi.

There she is, Ma,
Mrs. Nikita Kruschev.

What?

All right, gal.

Look at that, Ma.

Guilt written all
over her face.

Ma, look at that!
Ugly written all over his.

Ma, what is he talking about?

I found this pamphlet
in the drawer--

Hold on, Ma.

Let's make this thing
perfectly legal.

All right.

You have the right
to remain silent.

You have a right
to see a lawyer--

J.J.!

Ma, I know his head
isn't wrapped tight,

but I didn't think the package
fell apart completely.

Now, what is this all about?

I found this pamphlet
about Cuba.

That couldn't be yours
by any chance, could it?

That's ridiculous.

Does that mean yes or no?

Look, I'm not answering
any more of your dumb questions.

See that, Ma? She just pleaded
the Fifth Amendment.

J.J., stop it.

Yeah, J.J., you're
always shooting off the mouth.

The only trouble is

it keeps growing back
and getting bigger.

Oh yeah?

Well, your mouth's
so big,

you've got to rent
extra cheeks to fill it.

That's right, root canal--

I told you both
to stop it.

Now that still isn't
answering my question.

If this thing doesn't belong
to either one of you,

who's is it?

Hi, Ma.

What you doing with my pamphlet?

Michael?

This belongs to you?

Yeah, Mama, that's mine.

Boy, little bro,

I'm really
ashamed of you,

turning against
your country.

After all the advantages
you've had

of living right here
in the ghetto.

J.J.,

I think you've been painting
too long.

The turpentine
has affected your brain.

Michael.

Yeah, Ma?

Why did you hide this
in J.J.'s drawer?

I wasn't hiding it.

I must have put it
there by mistake.

Hey, what are you
doing with it?

Some research.

Ah-ha!

Trying to find out where
our missile bases are, huh?

J.J., I don't know where
our missile bases are,

but I do know where
our main fool base is.

Michael?
Yeah?

I'm still waiting
for you to tell me

what you're doing
with this pamphlet?

Our history teacher gave us
an assignment to do

on the Bicentennial,

so I thought I'd compare
the American Revolution

with the Cuban Revolution.

They're a dictatorship
and we're a democracy,

except for
a couple of wards

here in Chicago.

Well, thank heavens
that all there was to it.

You know, Mama,

it was real interesting
finding out about Cuba.

Do you know
come harvest time,

everybody has to go
out in the field

and cut sugarcane.

Reminds me
of when we had to chop cotton.

Yeah, I know
what you mean,

but things have
gotten better for us

in this country.

We have black mayors,
black congressmen,

a black man
on the Supreme Court.

Hey, and maybe even one day,
we might have a black president.

Oh...

I don't know about that,
Michael.

Ain't too many black dudes
that ski.

Hey, Michael,

how'd you get
this information on Cuba?

At the library?

No. I wrote to
the Cuban government.

Where'd you get
a Cuban stamp from?

I used
an American stamp,

dumb-dumb.

Michael,

you actually wrote
to Cuba

and they wrote you back?

Yeah, Ma.

Well, honey, I don't think
that was such a good idea.

What do you mean?

Well, when you wrote to them,

their security people
might have opened the letter,

and when they sent you
this pamphlet,

our security people
may have opened it.

This has become
a world of letter openers.

Everybody is uptight.

Yeah, but a little kid
like Michael,

who'd worry about him?

Wait a minute...

Wait a minute.

That's it!

What's it?

Well, you see,
Michael's last name is Evans,

and by unfortunate coincidence,

he also has an older brother
with the same name.

I bet that's why I lost
my chicken delivering job.

You lost your job?

Ma, J.J. lost
his job.

Mm-hmm. Tomorrow
is his last day.

That couldn't be why
he lost it.

I wouldn't exactly call
delivering chicken

a security risk.

That shows you
how much you know, little girl.

There's a lot of places
in a chicken

where you could hide microfilm.

Oh, stop being silly.

Look, J.J.,

you probably lost that job

because things
are slow.

People are losing
jobs every day,

and I think we're
letting our imaginations

run away with us.

Now, if they did find out
about Michael's letter,

can you imagine
the government worrying

about a little school kid
and a chicken deliverer?

Ma's right.

The whole thing
is a coincidence.

James?

You ain't going to believe
what happened.

I tell you,
you ain't going to believe

what happened to me.

You lost your job.

Baby, I'm standing there working
on the dock

and I'm minding my own business,
and I'm working good and all--

Baby, I don't get it.

I mean it.
I just don't get it.

I'm doing a good job,

and then, boom,
all of a sudden I'm terminated.

Yeah, Dad,
you ain't the only one.

I've been
terminated too.

As a matter of fact,

I think we'd be
the first father and son team

to collect
unemployment insurance.

Maybe they'll give us
a family rate.

Oh, Junior lost
his job too?

Will somebody tell me

what is going on
around here?

James...

Oh, Florida,
I've been fired before,

but baby,
I always knew the reason why--

things were slow,
the plant was moving,

or they didn't like
the color of my skin--

but this right out of the blue,

and just when I'm doing
a good job with no explanation.

James, I think
I may know the reason.

Freeze, Michael.

Ma, I've got to go
to the bathroom.

You stay right here.

Oh, Florida,

what's his going
to the bathroom

got to do with me
losing my job?

Honey, this may be
a little hard

for you to believe,
but--

Michael here done made pen pals

with Fidel Castro.

Now what's Fidel Castro
got to do with this?

Well, I'm not sure
about this,

but I've just got
a feeling

that maybe--

Ma, that couldn't be it.

The whole thing is crazy.

It's making me
so nervous,

I've really got to go
to the bathroom.

Will somebody please tell me
what is going on around here?

Maybe. Couldn't be. Castro.

James...

Michael wrote an essay
for school

comparing
the American Revolution

to the Cuban Revolution.

Yeah?

And he wrote a letter to Cuba
for information.

So Michael wrote to Cuba.

So President Ford has tea
with Mao Tse-tung

and Kissinger has vodka
with Brezhnev

and Lunch Meat Mumford
would eat a Fat Burger

with anybody that comes along.

What the hell
has all that got to do

with me losing my job?

Oh, Daddy,
calm down.

Honey, you're going to
break a blood vessel.

I broke a blood vessel

when I found out
that I got fired.

Will somebody in here
please get to the point?

Well, this is
just a guess,

but it could be

that they found out
about Michael's letter,

and know they think

we're some kind
of security risk.

Security risk?

Right.

Florida,

Brady's manufacturers
women's clothes.

Spent all last month
on the loading dock

shipping out you know what?

You know what we're shipping?
Ladies' nightgowns.

Now what kind of security risk
is that?

What do you think
Mata Hari used to wear?

Huh?

Oh, there he goes again.

He lost his chicken job,
but he's still a birdbrain.

Oh yeah? I may be a birdbrain,
but you the whole turkey.

Let me tell you
something--

I don't want
any more yelling in here!

James,

what do you think
you're doing?

Who, me?

Look, all I know

is the whole building
is shaking,

and Chicago ain't
earthquake territory.

I'm sorry, baby.

It's just that this whole thing
don't make no sense.

It don't make no sense at all.

It's crazy.

I'm telling you,
it's just plain crazy.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Wanda, is something wrong?

Why do you ask?

Why do you ask?

Well, it might have something
to do

with the way you came in,
went out, and came in again.

Thelma, get Wanda
a glass of water.

Okay, Ma.

Wanda, was somebody
following you?

Following?

Following?

What's make you say that?

What makes you say that?

Well, you sure
acted like it.

Did I?
Did I?

No, I didn't.
No, I didn't.

Somebody hear an echo
around here?

Thank you, honey.
Thank you, honey.

There it goes again.

Stop it.

Can't you see
Wanda's upset?

Come on, Wanda.
What's going on now?

What's wrong?

Well, a few minutes ago,
a man came to see me.

So?

Who was the man?

Well, you won't believe this.

Wanda, your mouth
is moving,

ain't nothing
coming out.

The FBI.

I've got to go again.

Wanda, are you sure?

Yeah,

and he asked
a whole lot of questions.

He did, huh?

What kind of questions
was he asking, Wanda?

Well, he was asking
about this whole family--

your habits, what you do,
where you go,

and what kind of friends
visit you.

What'd you tell him?

Oh, I didn't tell him anything.

I just said, "So sorry.
No speaky English..."

and that really confused him.

He'd never seen
a black Japanese before.

Sayonara.

I think I know
what's going on now,

Florida.

Yeah, I think I see
what's going on.

The FBI came

and they asked my boss
a few questions.

He got nervous
and he fired me.

Oh, honey,

Michael sent off
for that thing

for a school project.

And the school project
is costing me my job.

Oh, let's face it.
The man fired me.

One more dock worker
ain't all that indispensable.

Daddy, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to cause
all this trouble.

Oh, that's all right, son.
It ain't your fault

Let's face it, Michael,
we're living in a crazy time.

J.J., what
are you doing?

Ma, uh...

do you think we need
an exterminator around here?

I think we've got bugs.

What are you
talking about?

No, Ma, I don't mean
those kind of bugs.

I mean bugs that bug.

Mama, J.J.'s probably right.

This place could be bugged.

Shh...

Oh, come on, Michael.

Now how could the FBI
get in here?

Thelma,
how'd the CIA get into Italy?

Oh, come on and stop
all this nonsense

and let's get down
to the real problem.

Honey, what are you
going to do

about the job?

I don't know, baby.

Hey, Daddy,

maybe you can go down
and talk to the FBI.

Oh, come on, Thelma.

You think the FBI
are going to talk to me?

Hell, no.

Instead,
they talked to my boss.

Yeah, that's who they talked to.

The jive turkeys.

Uh, in the ghetto,

"jive turkey's" an expression
of sincere affection.

You see,

we know the FBI's doing
a fine job

protecting
all the patriotic citizens,

just like
the Evans family.

Four score
and seven years ago--

Will you quit talking
to that lamp?

You've got a point
there, Dad.

Hiding the mike
in that lamp

is too obvious.

Boy, you can really act a fool
sometimes, J.J.

Hey, J.J.,
what are you doing?

Well, on Get Smart,

they always hide the mike
inside of a shoe.

We, the people
of the United States,

in order to form
a more perfect union--

If you don't stop that,

they're going to think
you're the one that flew

over the cuckoo's nest.

Yeah, J.J.

You're stupid
talking into a shoe.

If they wanted to bug
anything,

it would be
the telephone,

and they don't have to
come into the apartment

to do that.

You've got a point there,
Michael.

Huh?
Shh.

You think it's possible?

Sure it's possible.

They've done it before.

Yeah, to a lot
of people.

That's right.

Now look,

we ain't got nothing
to hide.

We ain't done nothing
wrong.

Hey!
Ah, James!

What the hell
are we whispering for?

We're in our own house.

I hope somebody
is bugging this phone.

I've got something
to tell them.

Whoever's bugging
this phone,

your mama's a pin boy
at the Bowl-a-Drome.

That's right,

and if you've got
any questions

to ask me and my family,

come down here and
ask them in person.

I don't appreciate all
this creeping around.

* God bless America *

* My home-- *

Oh, give me that phone.

You're too skinny
to be Kate Smith.

[KNOCKING]

The only song
I feel like singing

is the unemployment blues.

Federal Agent Lloyd.

May I come in?

Do we have a choice?

Well, this is
an unofficial visit.

We know what
you're here for.

You're here to make sure

our daughter loses her job
as a babysitter, huh?

Now that's
a real security risk,

ain't it?

Reading Mother Goose
to four year olds.

Hey, man,
I'm glad you here.

I was right in the middle
of my patriotic medley.

* My country 'tis of thee *

* Sweet land... *

Closing out the medley.

As I said,

I'm here off the record.

I'd like to explain something
to you.

Man, you ain't got to explain
nothing.

We know why you're here.

You're looking for
your dangerous revolutionary.

Well, there he is.
Look at him.

Castro's top
secret agent.

He'd have grown a beard,
but he's too young to shave.

Tell him, Mike.

Tell him how you plan
to overthrow the country.

I only sent away
for this pamphlet

to do a school report.

I know.

You know?

You know,
and you still

kept creeping around here
asking questions?

I'm sorry,

but we were asked
to find out

who was receiving
Cuban propaganda

in the mail.

Just routine.
Routine.

Man, you all got
some kind of routine.

Causing people
to lose their jobs.

I'm sorry about that too.

We had to ask questions.

We never thought your boss
would react this way.

Well, how the hell
did you expect him to react?

Man, the FBI comes nosing around
asking him questions.

He figures
it's going to be trouble.

He's got enough already,
so goodbye James Evans.

Well, it's all
straightened out now.

We talked to your boss.

You've got your job back.

Well, I've got my job back,
that's good,

but how about all them people
that ain't so lucky, huh?

How about them?

People do have a right
to their privacy,

you know.

All this poking around
makes folks uneasy.

It's an uneasy world,
Mrs. Evans.

Well, thank you for your time
and goodbye.

Hey, hold on there, man.

I lost my job too.

I got fired.

I'm afraid I can't do anything
about that.

We never spoke with your boss.

How come I got fired then?

Maybe you're weren't
a very good chicken deliverer.

You ever thought about that?

Well, everything
is going to be all right.

At least you got your job back,
honey.

Yeah, I got
my job back, baby,

and I know everything's

supposed to be
cleared up now,

but you know something,
Florida?

I've still got
the feeling

that somewhere,
someplace,

my name is still
in somebody's file.

As soon as my little hand
gets on the stew

and my big hand
gets on the bread.

Hi, Daddy.
Hey.

Hey, how did it go
at Brady's?

Everything
straightened out now?

Well, it went
kind of half and half.

What do you mean
by half and half, Daddy?

Well, the FBI man
wasn't lying,

I did get my job back...

but while all this
commotion was going on,

I lost that promotion
to P. Johnson.

Oh...

Honey, that's too bad,
but, oh, never mind.

There'll be
other chances.

I hope so, baby.
Dinner be ready soon?

In a minute.

Hey, gang!

Great news.
Huh?

I got myself a new job.

Hey, is it
at another chicken place?

No. It's at the round of rib
and roast beef place.

I may have lost my bird,
but look what I've got now.

[***]

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Out of the window *

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* Thinkin' how
It all looks hand-me-down *

* Good times
Good times *

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Above water *

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When you can *

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