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Here we are, face to face, a couple of silver spoons.

Hoping to find, we're two of a kind.

Make it a go, make it grow. Together,

we're gonna find our way.

Together, taking the time each day.

To learn all about those things you just can't buy.

Two silver spoons together.

yourself some new batteries.

And stay away from the scotch.

There was a terrible explosion just as you walked by the Crayola factory.

Come on, Dad.

It's Freaky Friday.

Oh, yeah.

Gosh, it's hard to keep track of these days. Here I thought it was Philly

Thursday.

What is Freaky Friday?

Well, you see, on the last Friday of each month, we're allowed to go to

dressed as bizarre as we want. Our principal says it's a good way to

teenage individuality. Aha. What made you decide on this outfit?

That's what all the kids are wearing.

Hey, Rick, now that you're here, tell Kate about the phone call we got this

morning. Okay.

Your mom called from Columbus.

You talked to my mother?

Sure, we both did.

Guys, that was a personal call. It was for me.

Why did you answer the phone?

Kate, we live here.

When the phone rings, we answer it.

Kind of like a habit.

Listen, Edward, I need to know something.

Did you in any way give my mother the impression that you and I have anything

other than a business relationship?

No. But she already knows we're involved, doesn't she?

Doesn't she?

Sort of.

Sort of yes or sort of no?

Sort of no.

Well, why haven't you told her?

Well, Ricky, I'm sure there are some things you don't tell your father,

No, I tell him everything.

Everything?

Absolutely everything.

Well, what about the time you snuck out of the house at midnight?

Honey, there's something I don't understand here. Why haven't you told

mother about us? You're going to tell me where you went, young man.

Seems to me you would have told your mother about us by now. I don't like

sneaking out of the house business. Not one bit I don't like. It must be some

reason you haven't told her about us. And if it happens again, you're

Buster. What is it? You're ashamed of me? I'd like some answers.

See, Dad, I was totally ashamed of you.

Rick! Rick! Rick!

Can't you see I'm talking to Kate here?

Please.

I'm not ashamed of you.

Well, good.

Honey, are you ashamed of your mother?

No.

It's just that I don't want her to meet anybody I've ever met.

That's interesting.

Well, she embarrasses me. She brags about me. She tells people stories about

childhood. She always trots out the old shoe story.

What shoe story?

Never mind. It's embarrassing.

It's awful.

I'm sick of it. I hate it. Okay, honey.

But what she's good at, what she's really best at, is meddling in my love

Well, what does she do?

Well, she advises and consults and pushes and strains and flashes and rips

and mutilates. Easy, easy.

Should I get a damp cloth?

When my science teacher gets like that, she takes a swig out of her special

beaker.

Edward, if my mother knew that you and I were involved, she'd immediately push

us to get married.

I mean, she'd put us both on the spot.

Can't we just ask her to back off? That wouldn't work.

She's an attack mom.

Look, guys, don't get me wrong.

I mean, I don't want you to get the wrong impression.

I love my mother.

In Columbus, Ohio, I love my mother.

Well, Rick, knowing how Kate feels about her mom kind of puts a damper on our

surprise, doesn't it?

Yeah, it sure does.

What surprise?

Your mother's here.

Well, actually, it's her surprise.

She thought it'd be nice just to pop in on you. And you probably thought it was

a great idea.

Sure, then.

Listen, if we don't answer the door, maybe we should just go back to

Look,

Edward, this is very important.

I want my mother to think that our relationship is strictly business.

All right?

All right, if that's the way you want it.

The minute that door opens, I'll just be... the boss.

And I'll be... the boss's son.

Thanks guys.

I just can't stand to be so far away from you.

I know, I know.

Come on in. I'd like you to meet my boss.

Mother, this is Mr. Edward Stratton III.

Sir, this is my mother, Marjorie Summers. I'm glad to meet you, Mrs.

How do you do, Mr.

Stratton?

Oh, is he a hunk?

How do you get anything done around here?

Mother, please.

Oh, and this must be Ricky.

Yeah. Hey, nice thread.

Right back at you, Mrs. Summers.

Make a deal.

Call me Marge, and I'll give you the present I brought for you.

That's a deal, Marge.

A videotape?

Dad, it's Thriller!

Hey. You like Michael Jackson?

Do I like Michael Jackson?

It's teenage for yes.

It's also my way of saying I hurt myself.

This is an awesome present.

Thanks forever.

Well, you are welcome forever.

Well, Mom, our business is done here for the day. Why don't we go back to my

apartment? Wait a minute. Where has the fire just got here?

I want to get acquainted with your boss.

That is, if you're not too busy, Mr. Tratton. Not at all, Marge.

Please, sit down.

Thank you.

And, uh...

Please call me Edward.

All right.

Edward.

Miss Summers.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Stratton.

So, how's my Katie doing in the business world?

Terrific. She's efficient. She's organized.

She's an excellent administrator.

She's a totally together woman.

Oh, how nice of you to say that.

I've always been so proud of her.

She was such a creative child.

Oh, Mom.

She ever told you the shoe story?

Mom, not the shoe story. Would you like to hear the shoe story?

Well, when Sadie was about five years old, we all piled in the station wagon,

zoomed off to visit the relatives in Omaha.

But somewhere along the highway, Katie got bored.

So she took off her shoe and threw it out the window.

Well, see, we didn't realize this until we got to this rest area.

Then we saw her hopping off on one foot to the bathroom.

Oh, my dear father had a fit.

He just ranted and raved. Well, Katie just didn't understand what all the fuss

was about.

She said, well, Daddy, it's no problem.

Will you just pick up the shoe on the way home?

Kate, next time we drive somewhere together, you'll have to give me your

first.

Marge, that was the best meatloaf I've ever tasted.

Well, thank you.

I like the way you baked it to make it look like Mount Rushmore.

Although it felt a little strange to pour ketchup on George Washington.

Oh, Eddie, this is a lovely home. Well, thank you.

You know, I just recently became a real estate broker.

You did?

If you ever decide to move to Columbus, look me up.

Well, of course, we don't have any houses this big in that area, but I

you into a Kmart.

I'll keep that in mind.

Hey, Kate, you should have joined us on the train, honey.

Honey?

Ah, yeah, honey.

Kind of a nickname.

Yeah, yeah. See, what happened was...

Oh,

I remember.

Yeah. Kate came to work one day eating a piece of toast.

And on the toast was honey.

Mr. Stratton, do you think this would be a good time to serve the coffee?

Good idea. Good idea.

Bye, honey.

you say you and I chew the fat?

Okay. Which fat should we chew?

Well, um, you know, my daughter's just crazy about you.

I mean, all the letters she writes to me, she just goes on and on about how

terrific you are.

That's nice.

It's a little odd that she never mentions your father.

Odd?

Well, I mean, she spends so much time around him, you know.

A lot more than she does around you, and yet she never writes about him. I

wonder why.

Oh, well, it's probably because me and Peter are friends.

But her and my dad, they just have a business relationship.

And that's all they have.

Nothing personal going on there.

No sirree, Bob.

Nope.

Boy, it's hot in here.

Am I making you uncomfortable?

A little, yeah.

I'm sorry. Let's change the subject.

Oh, thanks. I mean, good idea.

You're just so adorable.

Bet you were a cute baby.

My dad thinks so.

I think I look like a drooling prune.

Well, you got any pictures?

Sure, want to see them? Sure.

Okay, but you have to promise not to look at the ones of me and my bassinet.

They're X -rated.

There's me in the hospital nursery.

My, you are certainly wearing a big smile.

No. That's my head.

Marge, what are you looking for? Oh, I'm just looking for some pictures of your

father and my Katie.

Marge, I... Marge!

my Katie.

Oh, I knew there was something going on.

Limes like these are made for taster's choice.

glad it's out in the open. Marge, I'm nuts about your daughter. She's nuts

me.

You know what I'm talking about. The wedding.

The wedding, Marge?

Don't call me Marge.

Call me Mom.

Mom?

Mother, please.

Am I making you uncomfortable?

A little.

I'm sorry.

Let's change the subject. Okay.

Watch out, Dad.

This changing the subject stuff is a trap.

She'll let you think you're safe, and then all of a sudden, blammo.

Right between the eyes.

Listen, you two, if we start preparations right now, there's still

June wedding.

Oh, oh, wouldn't that be perfect?

Kate, honey, is there anything you'd like to say here?

Please?

Maybe I ought to speak to my mother alone.

You should. That's excellent thinking. Come on, Rick.

If you want me, I'll be in the liberty.

I mean the library.

Honey, is there something wrong?

Yes, Mother.

You're meddling again.

Oh, Katie.

Is it meddling to want to see my daughter married before I drop dead?

Mother, you're as healthy as a horse.

Sure, now.

But who knows about tomorrow?

I could be standing right here in this living room and get hit by a train.

I just want to meet your hubby before I meet my maker.

Mom, your maker is in no hurry to meet you.

He's probably afraid that you'll try to fix him up with somebody.

Now, look, you have had four long -term relationships, and you haven't made it

to the altar yet.

So?

So, let me put it in real estate terms.

You've been in escrow four times and you haven't once closed.

You don't get married pretty soon, you're going to be a fixer -upper.

I am not a piece of real estate.

You can't hang flags and banners on me with a sign saying price to sell.

This property is for sale by owner only.

Now, dear.

You're getting upset.

You bet I'm getting upset.

Look, haven't you wondered why I've tried to keep my relationship with

secret from you?

Well, yes, now that you mention it.

It's because I knew you'd waltz right in and mess things up, just like you've

always done before.

What are you talking about?

I am always saying, back off, stop meddling.

And you always say, calm down, Katie, and I let it go.

Well, this time I am not letting it go.

This is my life, Mother.

And if the way I handle my life bothers you, then maybe you shouldn't be part of

it.

Well,

I was just trying to help.

I just want you to be happy, Katie.

I love you.

The last thing that I wanted to do was to make you mad at me.

Oh, Mom.

I'm not mad at you.

You're not?

Well, actually, I am.

But I'll get over it.

Provided we come to an understanding.

What? Look, I know that Edward loves me every bit as much as I love him.

But his first marriage didn't work out, and, well, he's a little reluctant to

try again.

So if we get married, I want it to be because we really want to, not because

mommy made us.

okay together we're gonna find our way

together

Taking the time each day to learn all about those

things you just can't buy.