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[Gidget narrating] The big

brainstorms that changed civilization...

have hit at some pretty weird times and places.

Like old Archimedes who was taking a bath, and splash--

We got the science of physics.

Newton was sitting under the apple tree, and plop-- gravity.

And me? I was casually waiting for a date...

when my world-moving idea struck me.

Oh. Am I making you nervous?

Now that you mention it-- I could wait outside.

But I wouldn't want Mark to get the

idea that I was eager or overanxious.

Well, let us preserve the proprieties,

even at the cost of my sanity.

Then, I could wait upstairs, but I might not hear the horn.

I don't suppose it would occur to

Mark to come to the door for you.

Daddy, he doesn't even like to honk twice.

[clicks tongue] It's a pity.

- Oh, I'm used to it. - I was feeling sorry for Mark.

- Why? - 'Cause.

I think that Mark and his friends are missing a lot.

When I was his age-- in the olden days--

Half the fun of dating was the challenge, the uncertainty.

We couldn't take a girl for granted.

We had to woo her, pursue her,

be considerate, charming.

And if you weren't?

She went out with someone who was.

Yeah, but nowadays all the boys are like Mark.

I know that customs change, but I reserve the right...

to feel sorry for the boys who are

missing the excitement of the chase.

Besides, I-- I can't help wondering

if anyone really appreciates...

anything that's too easily come by.

[horn honks]

Wasn't that the mating call?

- What are you doing? - Experimenting.

Now look, just because I talked about the olden days,

doesn't mean I was suggesting--

I know it doesn't, but maybe I owe it to poor Mark.

[doorbell rings]

Hi. Hi. Oh, Mark, you know my father.

- Hi, Mark. - Hi. Uh--

Aren't you coming with us? Of course.

Didn't you hear the horn?

Oh, I'm forgetting my things.

I'm gonna make it up to Mark-- for all he's missed.

♪ [jazzy pop]

♪ If you're in doubt about angels ♪

♪ Being real

♪ I can arrange to change

♪ Any doubts you feel

♪ Wait till you see my Gidget ♪

♪ You'll want her for your valentine ♪

♪ You're gonna say she's all that you adore ♪

♪ But stay away Gidget is spoken for ♪

♪ You're gonna find that Gidget is ♪

♪ Mine ♪

Mark got out of the car and walked

all the way to your front door?

I'll bet he was steaming. I think he enjoyed it.

It'll never happen again.

I think all boys would be more polite...

if we-- if we just expected it.

Pete's idea of being polite is offering

me the first handful of popcorn--

To see if it's too salty.

Chris took off his hat when he saw me this morning.

You see? He wanted to show me his new haircut.

Well, I still say if we're not treated the

way we want to be, it's our own faults.

Oh, men and women are supposed to be equal.

We're not statues up on pedestals.

We're more like pals.

Hi, Pete. Why the big rush? Hi, girls.

Today's the day they got garlic bread at the cafeteria.

You're rushing the wrong way.

Yeah, but I gotta go to the library first.

Oh, so do I. Great. Then you won't

mind taking those for me, right?

Well, I-- Thanks a million, Janie. You're a real pal.

Hello, equality. You were right.

We're not statues up on pedestals.

We aren't even at eye level.

[books Tumble] Oh! Oh!

Hey, let me help you.

[Janie] Oh, that's very sweet of you, Ted.

Looks like you've got half the library.

Well, yeah, I have to return 'em.

Then you won't mind one more.

I have to get to the cafeteria for the garlic bread.

You can't really be mad at them.

Well, if I try-- Oh, they just don't know any better.

And who's gonna teach them? Gimme the books.

Hey, I just saw Pete and Ted.

They said you were taking a big stack of books to the library.

So, right away, I thought-- You thought

you'd rush over and offer to do it for us.

I did? Because he's a very kind and considerate person.

Oh, but, Gidge, all the garlic bread will be gone.

I'll save you some.

Thanks.

There's plenty of room for everybody on this pedestal.

If the boys could be more considerate about little things,

why not big things too?

Like sometimes letting us decide which show to go to.

And who we double with.

And whether we're hungry or just want a glass of water.

And maybe-- Maybe we can even get 'em

to ask us for weekend dates in advance.

Like on Wednesday.

Instead of Friday afternoons.

After they've checked the surf at Doheny and Carlsbad.

And if the waves are in-- [raspberry] we're out.

It isn't fair. Or considerate.

- What can we do about it? - Use your new system.

My new system?

The boys expect us to stand by,

be ready when and if we get the alert.

So that's what we've been doing.

Instead, we should show them that we

expect to be asked for dates in advance.

[Janie] Exactly. Well, I don't know.

Getting them to open doors and

return library books is one thing.

But expecting them to risk missing

good surf-- That's something else.

Who said if we're not treated the way we'd like to be,

it's our own fault? Sounds like me.

I guess you don't really believe it

when it comes to important things.

Yes, I do.

And this is important.

We are entitled to some consideration.

I mean, it isn't exactly flattering to be treated...

as if we have nothing better to do than

sit around and wait for them to call.

Especially since we don't have anything better to do...

than to sit around and wait for them to call.

[Gidget] Do any of you have dates

for this weekend? On Thursday?

They're waiting for the reports tomorrow afternoon.

And if the surf looks good, then they're

going up to San Onofre tomorrow night.

And if it's glassed out, they'll call us.

And when they do, we're all going to be busy.

Slumber party? Here?

Tomorrow night?

Slumber party-- the misnomer of the century.

It's a branch meeting of insomniacs anonymous.

There'll be about eight girls.

What's the matter, your boyfriends deserting you?

Going off on another of their surfing safaris?

Uh-uh. This time, we're deserting them.

We're hoping there's no surf from Seattle to San Diego.

And they'll have to call us up for dates at the last minute.

Ha ha. Won't they be surprised?

Seems like a nice vindictive reason for giving a party.

All we want is a little consideration and respect.

The kind of thing every girl used

to be able to take for granted.

In the olden days?

Maybe the boys will appreciate us more...

if they find out we don't always run when they whistle.

Gidget, don't tell me you are turning

my innocent, nostalgic ramblings...

into some sort of reactionary manifesto.

We're just going to remind them of their manners.

Manners change.

What was right for me isn't necessarily right for Mark.

I didn't mean to suggest it was.

If girls nowadays have lost some of the advantages

their mothers had, they gained others.

Girls and boys have equal rights. Oh, yeah.

The boys have the right to call us when they feel like it,

and we have the right to wait

around until they do. Good point.

But do you think that forcing the issue...

with this slumber party is the answer?

Maybe if you tried a more subtle approach.

Daddy!

I'm sure there was someone in Boston...

who didn't think dumping all that

tea in the harbor was exactly subtle.

And I bet there was someone who protested

it was a bit obvious to storm the Bastille.

And I'm sure-- I'll go quietly.

But should I softly hum the

"Marseillaise" or whistle "Yankee Doodle"?

Gidget! Gidget!

I just heard-- no surf. Tidal wave off Tahiti.

Boys not going to San Onofre.

Great. That means they'll be calling us.

That also means that we can cancel the slumber party.

Want it some other weekend?

Forget I said it.

In the immortal words of what's his name,

"The die is cast."

Well, I guess everyone's here.

Sure looks like everybody's here.

I'm glad we got that settled.

This was a wonderful idea, Gidget.

Just wonderful.

It's important to realize that we can have a good time...

without depending on anyone else.

That's right.

- I wonder what they're doing. - Who cares?

They're learning that they're not indispensable.

My little sister said Ted called three times. So did Pete.

[phone rings]

Wait! Hold it! My dad's gonna answer the phone for us.

Screen all calls. [door opens]

[ringing]

[ring]

Lawrence residence. Yeah, how are you, Mark?

Hmm? No. No, Gidget didn't ask me to give you any message.

All right, yes. Yes, I'll tell her.

That was Mark. How'd he sound?

Hurt? Desperate? Bewildered?

Annoyed.

Hey, what's the matter with everybody?

Let's have some fun. Sing songs.

Play games. Tell stories.

Who needs a bunch of wet blankets at a slumber party?

[all chuckling]

Annoyed?

They just disappeared, I'm tellin' ya.

And on Friday night.

I know Gidget's dad was covering

for her. Yeah, so is Janie's mom.

I think I'll try Larue's house again.

Ellen's been acting kind of weird lately.

So has Janie-- telling me how courteous

I am. This is Chris. Is Larue there?

I've had the feeling with Gidget that I'm being brainwashed.

Girls are always coming up with these

knocked-out ideas. [Chris] Senora?

Uh. ¿Dónde está Larue? Yeah.

I guess that's what makes them interesting.

[Chris] Aha. Sí, sí.

Gracias, s enora. Gracias.

Hey, I just crashed the language

barrier with Larue's housekeeper.

- I know where the girls are. - [all] Where?

Well, Gidget's throwing a wild party. What? Oh, yeah?

How about playing a game? What kind of a game?

Associations is lots of fun.

I say a word like picture

And then I say the first word that comes into my mind.

Yearbook. Autograph.

Chris.

I want Chris to autograph his picture in my yearbook.

The idea is to keep our minds off them.

Janie, you start. Here. Now.

Present. Absent.

- Boys. - Marcia!

Well, it was the first word I thought of.

Let's try it again. Boys.

Just slipped out.

I'll start. Game.

Dull. Mood.

- Low. - High. - Boy.

Marcia!

Haven't you ever heard of a highboy?

Let's start over.

Principle. School.

I didn't mean that kind of principal.

What difference does it make? School. Saturday.

Beach. Surf.

- Bo-- - [Gidget] Marcia!

I was gonna say board.

[phone rings] Never mind. My dad will handle it.

Hello.

I believe the last word was "board."

- Stiff. - Right.

Gidget, it's Mark again.

He knows you're all here. He insists on speaking to you.

All right. Uh, continue with the game, girls.

We'll wait.

- Hello? - Hiya, Gidge.

Say, we hear that the girls are all over at your house.

That's right. We're having a marvelous time.

In fact, they're laughing so loud, I can hardly hear you.

I can hear you fine.

Say, anyway, uh, you know, the guys are all over here,

and we thought we all might get together

and do something tonight, you know?

I'm afraid not, Mark.

If you'd said something to us earlier

in the week, say on Wednesday.

Or Thursday. Or early this morning.

But since you didn't, of course we made other plans.

I'm sorry, Mark. Bye.

[line clicks]

I did it. I didn't weaken. We're proud of you.

When this is over, we'll have earned their respect.

Oh, they'll respect us, even if they don't like us.

Why don't they wanna see us?

What did we do? I guess it's what we didn't do.

We gotta worry about that now, huh?

We should have asked them for dates earlier.

How could we, till we checked out the surf?

Now, I don't mind them being a little weird,

but they're being downright unreasonable now.

Let's crash the party. [all agreeing]

No, no, you can't do that,

'cause that's just as good as admitting

that we can't get along without them.

Who needs 'em?

Hey. Hey, you guys. Wait for me.

We're not trying hard enough to have a good time.

Well, I'm worn out from trying.

How about some music? We could dance. Without boys?

Well, we never get together on the floor anyway.

♪ [rock]

♪ [continues]

Sounds like they're goin' all the way. Yeah.

Hey, they're in their pajamas! Hey, cool it.

Wait a minute. We're supposed to be

party crashers, not Peeping Toms.

- [doorbell rings] - There's someone at the door.

My dad'll get it. He didn't hear it because of the music.

[doorbell rings] Wait!

Hi! [Larue screams]

Well, aren't you gonna invite us in?

This party is for girls only.

Aw, come on, Gidge.

Daddy, will you handle this, please?

What would you suggest? Firing a few rounds over their heads?

Gentlemen, kindly disperse.

Stand not upon the order of your going, just go.

Boy, when he gives you the

brush-off, he does it with style.

Psst, hey, Janie.

Are you really havin' a good time? No.

Then come with us. Well, we'd like to, but we can't.

I'll call you in a few minutes. We can't go to the phone,

unless it's an emergency. Expect an emergency.

You handled that very well, Daddy.

And without bloodshed.

Don't you think we've taught

them enough for the first lesson?

If we give in now, they'll have even

less respect for us than they did before.

Even if you don't need someone to dance

with, but you need someone to dance at.

[ringing]

Hello? Hello, this is Mrs., uh, Carmichael.

[high voice] May I speak to my

daughter, Janie? It's an emergency.

Janie, it, uh, seems to be your mother.

Hello?

Hello. Now listen, play it boss, baby.

Remember, this is mother, and we got an emergency.

It's my mother. My mother called me. We're very close.

Now, whatever Gidget's trying to

prove, it's nothin' to you and me.

Now we got a swingin' party goin' at

my place, and I want you to come over.

Well, I don't know. I-- I--

I miss you a lot. And you didn't look too happy when I saw you.

That much fever?

Oh, of course. I'll be there as soon as I can.

I'm sorry, Gidge, but, well, my mother needs me.

There's this... fever.

I-I'm sorry, Gidge.

[no Audible dialogue over Montage]

Oh, I'm sorry, Gidge. That's okay.

[door opens, closes]

Dad?

Do you think everybody that started

out to the Boston Tea Party got there?

No, I imagine there were quite a few dropouts.

You know, illness in the family.

But there were some who thought what they were doing was right,

and they went ahead.

Yeah. And later on, the dropouts benefited too.

I'm glad to see you're taking such an

interest in American history, Gidge.

As Mrs. Revere said to Paul, how about a midnight snack?

Potato chips? Popcorn? ♪ [rock]

How come nobody's dancin'?

What's the matter with everybody?

Nothing.

We're having a great time.

Just great.

Gidget doesn't know what she's missing.

Mark. Listen, you gotta do somethin'.

Gidget's spoilin' the whole party. Uh, call her up.

Get her over here. No, she wouldn't come if I called.

You know something? I admire her for that.

For what? Spoiling our party? Oh, come on.

Gidget's not spoiling this party, although

she'd have the right since we spoiled hers.

What's with you all of a sudden?

It wasn't a real party.

We just wanted to teach you boys a lesson.

You shouldn't take us for granted. That's right.

Well, we shouldn't take you for granted, huh?

We shouldn't act as if all we had to do was

snap our fingers and you'd come running?

Well, it looks like Gidget's the only

one qualified to teach that lesson.

Now that the Boston Tea Party is history,

what's your next move, fearless leader?

I'm resigning as a fearless leader.

Before I try leading anybody anywhere

again, I wanna be sure where I'm going.

[doorbell rings]

Maybe somebody's cherished relative made a quick recovery.

- Hi. - Hi.

You by yourself?

Yeah. The others are at Pete's house.

I came over to ask you something.

I'm sorry, Mark, but I can't go back to Pete's with you.

I know.

What I wanted to ask you is if you'd

like to come out with me next Friday.

Next Friday? You mean a whole week from now?

- [chuckles] - I'd love to.

Great.

Only don't count on me always

asking you this far in advance, huh?

Okay. And if you wait too late to ask,

don't count on me saying yes, okay?

- Okay. - Okay.

Uh, would you like to come in and have

some midnight snack with my dad and me?

Sure, why not? And then maybe later,

you and I can go out and get somethin' to eat, huh?

Bye, Dad. I'll be home early. Be careful.

[horn honks] Mark?

Well, sometimes he forgets.

Nobody's perfect.

[Gidget narrating] After all, the

Boston Tea Party didn't settle anything.

It just shook people up a little

and started them thinking in the right direction.

As far as courtesy and consideration

and respect are concerned,

I say if a boy meets you halfway, who can complain?