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Maybe the world is blind or just a little unkind.

Don't know.

Seems you can't be sure of anything anymore.

lifestyles of pets of the rich and famous. Tonight, we'll visit with Calvin

Klein's pampered pussycat, Max.

Here's Max catnapping alongside his million -dollar canary -shaped swimming

pool.

And Max has his own safe where he keeps all his diamond leashes and mouse skin

rugs.

I think Brandon's jealous.

He wants a diamond leash.

Well, Brandon, you can have one.

As soon as I get my Maserati.

Tonight, Max is hosting a gala gathering for 200 of his closest four -legged

friends.

You're right, Brandon. It is a shallow way to live.

Look, Brandon, is that your car?

a facelift.

all the time.

Yeah, you should have seen what happened to the pieces she put in the toaster.

I'm still finding mozzarella cheese on my Pop -Tarts.

I might have known.

Where there's smoke, there's fire, Steen.

Just back off, Mr. Frank.

Don't get your garters all twisted.

My garters are my business, Betty Johnson.

Well, I guess I better go and open some windows.

We'll help.

you're going to put up with that woman. She's a menace to everyone in this

building. Well, we put up with you, and you're a pain in the butt to everyone in

this building.

Yeah, well, I'm just exercising my First Amendment right.

Freedom of speech.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I'm exercising my right to bear arms.

I'm afraid Mr.

Frank was pretty upset with me.

That's okay. He always overreacts.

Last winter, I accidentally hit him with a snowball.

He called the SWAT team.

Why don't I check out your toaster? No, the truth is, Henry, I didn't burn any

toast. I overcooked my pajamas.

Look, you see, I rinsed out my pajamas and put them in the oven to dry.

I told the owners not to raise the prices on those washing machines.

Well, it isn't the money. It's the effort. You know it.

Takes me forever to walk down to that laundry room.

But putting clothes to dry in the oven is dangerous.

This material is not self

-baking.

You know, I'm not usually forgetful when I bake my pajamas.

But I was talking on the phone to my son Stephen long distance, and I've lost

track of the time.

Want me to toss these?

Yes, and throw up. the fried socks, too.

Thank goodness there wasn't a fire.

You would have lost all these neat old pictures.

Yeah, you sure have traveled a lot.

Yeah, well, in 1937, when I got my pilot's license, I wanted to see the

I was an airborne globetrotter.

Gee, she played basketball, too.

Look, Sherry.

Here's a picture.

of Mrs. Sparrow's team and President Rosenfield.

That's Roosevelt, dear.

He's the one that gave you the medal, right? Yeah.

Wow, you got a medal?

She was the first woman to fly across the United States north to south. Oh, my

goodness. Ooh, there's so much dirt on this picture, you could land on it.

Mrs. Feinstein, there's a light out in the kitchen. Where do you keep your

bulbs? At Piggly Wiggly.

to get to the store.

Nixon resigned?

1974?

These newspapers are older than we are.

My dentures are older than you are, honey.

We'll throw these papers away on our way out.

Isn't there anyone around here who can help you out?

Well, my son used to, but, you know, he moved to Philadelphia a few months ago.

Well, without his help, things must be difficult for you. Yeah, and getting

harder all the time.

Aren't there any state programs that can help you out?

Oh, I've looked into that, but the public programs have a waiting list, and

private programs cost an arm and a leg.

That is expensive.

What about moving closer to your son? Oh, no way. No, I don't want to be a

burden on him. I see.

Besides, I couldn't take Philadelphia.

And that bimbo he married.

Well, Shirley and I can help you.

We'll take out your newspapers and change your light bulbs.

Oh, thank you. That's very sweet of you.

You know, you're just making it harder for me to leave.

Leave? Yeah.

I'm afraid Stephen's right.

Right about what?

I'd be better off in a nursing home.

You

know,

it's hard to figure out which part of your life you're going to give away.

I'm sure you won't want to give away your wedding gown.

I already have given away my wedding gown. That's my parachute, honey.

Jumping out of a plane must be scary.

Not nearly as scary as jumping into marriage.

But it worked out fine, you know.

Albert and I celebrated our 40th anniversary in this apartment.

In fact, right up there is the spot where the champagne cork hit.

My grandma bought champagne once.

The good stuff with the twist cap.

The memories in this place.

You know, I have something for you girls.

I'll hardly have any use for them in the nursing home.

Yeah.

Wow, cheery. And look at this.

That's the name that the other stunt pilots gave me in the air show.

Flying Wildcats?

Yeah, that was the name of our flying troop.

That's a very special jacket, Punky.

Yeah, only the best and the bravest got one.

Wear it with pride, kid.

Yes, ma 'am.

Henry told me not to get all soft and mushy about you leaving.

But I'm really going to miss you a lot.

Me too.

Oh, I'm going to miss you kids too.

What's that good smell?

Sure as in pajamas.

Butterscotch macadamia and raisin bars for my co -pilots.

That's rad.

I bet the people at the nursing home are going to love it.

of your cookies.

I'm afraid my baking days are over.

Why? I won't have my own kitchen.

Then how are you going to eat?

Well, they have people there to cook for you.

Anything you want?

No.

Of course, there are choices.

Stewed prunes, boiled prunes, poached prunes.

Yes.

Are you going to have fun at this place?

Well, I'll be fine once I settle into their routine.

You know, of course the worst part is I'm going to have to find a new home for

Rickenbacker.

You can't take him with you?

No, no, they don't allow pets.

But don't worry, I think... You know, I think...

I think I've found a nice family that will take him.

I, uh...

Oh, I better look at those cookies.

I'm really going to miss her, Punky.

No, you're not.

She's not leaving.

What do you mean?

She doesn't want to go. We don't want her to go.

She's not going.

What can we do about it?

Plenty.

We're flying wildcats now.

The best and the bravest.

Don't give up, kid.

Ow!

Pain.

I got pain.

There's pain here.

I'll walk on your back.

You are very lucky that I have my fuzzies on.

I don't feel very lucky right now.

Does your back feel better? A little.

I just don't think you're quite heavy enough.

I'll go get Mrs.

Johnson. No!

I wish I knew a good acupuncturist.

Save your money. I'll go put on your golf shoes. No.

Hey, I have an idea.

Get off my back.

I'm sorry. I won't make any more suggestions.

No, I mean get off my back so I can get up.

I'll be fit as a fiddle as soon as I get a good night's sleep.

Sure. What about?

Mrs. Firestein.

There's got to be a way for her to stay in her own apartment.

She shouldn't have to go to the nursing home.

I was wondering, you think she can move in with us?

Funky, I don't think so.

You think the Golden Girls would take her in?

Funky, that's not the solution for her.

She's a very independent lady. She doesn't want to live with you, me, or

Arthur.

And what is the answer? What can I do?

Sometimes there's nothing you can do.

You definitely can't do anything if you don't try.

Funky, in order for Mrs. Faustine to stay in her apartment, she'd need a lot

help.

Well, you, me, Cherry, and Mrs. Jonathan can help her.

Frankie, we're just a few people, and there's lots of things to do.

Well, what if we were a lot of people with just a few things to do?

Hello. Hello, everybody.

Hello there.

Thank you all for coming.

Okay.

How much?

How much do I thank you?

No. How much is the rent increase?

There's no rent increase.

Then this meeting is over.

Just cool your jets, Jack.

That's Pete.

Well, park it, Pete.

All right, but let's make it quick.

I'm missing the Wally George show.

Call this meeting to order.

And since it was Planky's idea, I'll let her explain.

A friend of mine needs our help.

No, no, not me. This is Firestein.

I am out of here.

Mr. Frank, if you want heat this winter, you'll stay seated until I formally

adjourn this meeting.

That's blackmail.

Well, it's less painful than a salt and battery.

Thank you.

Now, the chair, once again, recognizes Frankie. Thank you, chair.

Mrs. Feinstein has lived in this building for a long, long time.

She's been a good friend to everybody.

And now she needs a friend.

As you probably... heard she's moving to a nursing house.

But what you don't know is that she doesn't want to go. That she shouldn't

to.

Cherry, the charm?

We figured out a way for everyone to pitch in and help Mrs.

Firesteam with their chores.

Each animal represents a tenant.

For example, Henry the Lion.

Cherries the Rabbit.

What am I?

Uh, you're the deer, Grandma.

Oh, how dear.

Who's the dog, Mr. Frank?

any of my valuable spare time to babysit for somebody I'm not even related to.

The chair recognizes Beth Cromwell. Thank you, Mr. Chairman.

I'd like to say that I don't ordinarily agree with Mr. Frank, but he does have a

point. Kevin and I are just too busy with the baby to spare the time.

It's only a few simple chores.

Don't tell me about chores.

I'm loaded down as it is.

Once every three months, I've got to take my father to the doctor.

And you'd probably charge him for gas.

Wouldn't you?

If we don't help her, then she has to move to the nursing home.

It is better that way.

The woman is a danger to herself and everyone in this building.

Well... Funky, it looks like Mrs. Faustine will have to move after all.

And perhaps some of you are interested in seeing the person who's interested in

taking over her apartment.

Sure, why not? We could use a new face around here.

Dad?

Good, you recognized me.

What are you doing here?

Well, I'm getting to know my new neighbors.

What?

Mr. Frank, your father... My father has kindly agreed to take over my lease so I

can move.

Stop frowning, son. Makes you look like a warthog.

And look, if I'm in the building, you and I could spend a lot more time

together. I could just stop down the hall and tell you how much you're

up your life.

Mr. Spierstein, you're moving?

But you love this building.

And we all love you.

Isn't there something we can do about this?

Sherry, the chart.

Give me that.

All right, there's the lion, there's Bambi. All right, look.

It's only one hour a month.

An hour? Is that all?

We can spare that much time.

Sure, you can count on the old warthogs.

We can all pitch in.

Mrs. Feinstein, you're dead.

juice off of Mrs. Feierstein?

Uh, he gets the orange juice, and prune juice is for me.

Hi, Mrs.

Cromwell. Hi. How is Oliver? Couldn't be better.

He loves staying with Mrs. Feierstein.

This has worked out really well for us. We do her laundry, and she babysits.

Punky, this was a wonderful idea.

Thanks.

Sure would.

Whoa, Mr. Frank.

Can I give you a hand?

No, no, I got it. I got it.

Isn't that Mrs.

Firestein's TV?

Yeah. I had it repaired.

It's murder on my back, but I'd do anything to keep my father out of this

building. Hello, son.

Dad. How nice to see you.

Yeah, sure.

What are you doing here?

Well, if you must know, Maud and I are going to paint the town red.

I made it out of my old parachute.

Let's go, Mody.

Have a good time, kids.

Oh, oh, by the way, Henry, I'll need an extra key.