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♪ There is more to life Than what you're living ♪

♪ So take a chance And face the wind ♪

♪ An open road And a road that's hidden ♪

♪ A brand-new life Around the bend ♪

♪ There were times ♪

♪ I lost a dream or two ♪

♪ Found the trail ♪

♪ And at the end was you ♪

♪ There's a path we take And a path not taken ♪

♪ The choice is up to you My friend ♪

♪ Nights are long But you might awaken ♪

♪ To a brand-new life A brand-new life ♪

♪ A brand-new life Around the bend ♪♪

Come on, ref. Come on! What, are you blind?

They guy's got a hockey stick coming out his ear!

Hold him and hit 'em! Hold him!

Grab the guy and hit 'em. That's it. Come on, baby!

Tony, what are you doing?

I'm ironing.

You want pleats in this?

They're jumping all over that guy!

Isn't that illegal?

Angela, that's a beer commercial.

Would you like a cheese sandwich?

Yeah, thanks. Ooh!

Would you like it grilled?

Don't go to any trouble.

Oh, no trouble.

There you go.

At least it isn't wrinkled.

Okay, okay.

Now, don't anybody get excited.

I think the kid's gonna be all right.

What kid?

What happened? Who's hurt?

Now, don't panic. Don't panic.

See, I don't even think

there's gonna be a scar.

Scar? Oh, my God!

There you go, Angela. You see? You panicked.

Sam, what happened?

Don't worry, Dad, I decked him.

Fighting again? I thought you were gonna be more careful.

I am being careful.

I'm not dripping blood on the floor.

Oh... Me too, Tony. You too?

You were fighting too? Yeah.

That's how I got wounded.

Oh, my poor baby. Where?

There!

No, there.

You think I need stitches?

No, I think a Band-aid

will take care of that, champ.

But it'll be a big Band-aid!

And maybe two.

And if that don't work,

it's time for an elbow transplant.

I don't think that's funny.

I'm just entertaining the troops, you know.

I don't really know what happened.

I mean, first, they were playing,

then they were bleeding.

I mean, I tried to stop it.

Tony... Could you take a look at that too?

You too, Mona?

Yeah, that Welling kid's tough.

Richard Welling? He's such a nice-looking boy.

Not anymore.

What... what... what am I going to tell his mother?

Well, what about

♪ Nyah nyah nyah nyah-nyah nyah Nyah nyah nyah... ♪

Jonathan, how did this happen?

You've never been in a fight before in your life.

I had to, Mom. Sam and Grandma needed me.

Oh, attaboy, Tiger.

It's good they're sticking up for one another.

You know, "all for one, one for all."

There is never any reason to resort to physical violence.

She has a point. Listen to her, Sam.

But, Dad, he called you a sissy housekeeper.

And then there's times, you know,

you gotta draw the line.

You should have seen it.

We gave him the old one-two, just like you taught us.

Ooh, I love the way the kid throws...

You've been teaching them to fight?

Well, I taught them a few things.

You know, a little self-defense.

And I also told them

you never fight unless you have to.

We had to.

They had to.

It was for a good cause. Me!

Tony, a 12-year-old boy calling you names

is not a good cause.

Pearl Harbor, that was a good cause.

Hey, look, Angela, I'm with you.

I mean, you don't go around looking for fights,

but sometimes you can't run away from them, either.

You don't run away. You walk away.

Oh, brother.

Cool it, Sam.

Samantha, you don't go around slugging people.

Now, did you try talking to him?

Oh, yeah, I talked to him.

I told him his mother was a cow.

You're cruising, kid.

So what was I supposed to do? Stand there and take it?

Sam, it's very simple.

You just remove yourself from the situation.

You get some space. You give him some space.

I'll give him space... right between his teeth.

Well, that's not the way I'm raising my son.

What kind of chicken farm is this?

Hey, hey, that's it, young lady. Outside.

Time for some one-on-one. Let's go.

Come on, now. Let's play.

Hey, Sam, what's with you?

I don't like you talking that way to Mrs. Bower, either.

I can't help it, Dad.

She's starting to bug me.

"Walk away. Get control.

Just remove yourself from the problem."

I'll just snap open my little Mary Poppins umbrella

and fly off to goody-goody land.

Come on, Sam.

She just doesn't want to see you fighting,

and neither do I.

Whose side are you on?

Hey, hey, I'm always on your side,

but she's got a point.

What do we need her for, anyway?

I mean, we were doing just fine back in New York.

Oh, yeah, we were doing great.

I had to take you to school in a Sherman tank.

Are you kidding me? That's why we moved here.

So what was I supposed to do? I got mad.

Don't people get mad in Connecticut?

Yeah, they get mad in Connecticut.

But they do it differently.

Like how?

I don't know.

I think they kick their Cadillacs.

And they smile a lot.

Come on, honey.

I know it's a new neighborhood

and it's new rules, but you gotta try.

No more fighting, okay?

Okay, okay.

But it's other stuff too.

I mean, she thinks you can watch basketball

without yelling.

I know. I'm working on that one.

She just doesn't understand.

I mean, you can't yell, you can't fight.

What are you supposed to do for fun?

Oh, come on, Sam. You can have fun.

You just got to keep a lid on it.

I don't have to keep a lid on for her.

She's not my mother. You are.

And don't you forget it.

Come on, come on.

We're trying to get along here, huh?

Come on, you want to take it out?

I don't feel like playing.

Jonathan wants to take boxing lessons.

Sure, no problem.

Oh... oh, are you kidding me?

Forget it!

I'll teach him chess or Parcheesi.

Thank you.

Hey, Angela.

Yeah?

Listen, uh...

I was talking to Sam, and, you know,

she's having some problems.

Well, it's tough to adjust to a new neighborhood.

Yeah, yeah, and new people too, you know.

Kids can be rough...

Well, kids aren't the problem.

What is?

Well, it's kind of that Samantha thinks that, uh...

listen, Angela, maybe we could loosen up here

a little bit, huh?

We?

One of we.

Me?

That's the one.

You think I'm the problem?

I don't think "problem" is the word we should use...

I'll tell you what the problem is, Tony.

You and your boxing lessons and your hockey games

and your macho beer commercials.

Look, Angela, I talked to Sam,

and she's gonna try to watch the fighting,

but here's the thing.

Um...

Did I ever tell you how terrific you are

and how happy I am with this job?

I feel a "but" coming on.

No, no, no. No buts.

However... Uh...

Let me start by saying that it's not your fault.

I mean, you just haven't had our disadvantages.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, you know, where we come from,

it's wall-to-wall people.

And you just don't

"get some space and get control."

I mean, you get mad, you yell,

and you throw things.

I know, Tony.

I've seen West Side Story.

But now you're on my turf.

Yeah, I know, and Sam will try to adjust,

but give her some time, huh?

And try not be so... so... So what?

Inflexible?

Inflexible?

I am not inflexible.

I have never been inflexible.

If there's one thing I cannot tolerate,

it's inflexibility.

What are you doing?

Making bees fight.

Let me know who wins.

What's that?

Just a note to my dad. I'm cutting out for a while.

Where are you going?

Do you have to know everything?

Yes.

I'm going to a place

where it's okay to stick up for people.

My old neighborhood.

Ooh, that's where muggers live.

Oh, what do you know about it?

It's a great place.

There's always kids around to play games with,

like stickball or street hockey.

Did you ever fling a rat?

I don't think so.

You get a good dead rat,

you tie a string to its tail,

then you swing it, and you fling it.

Wow.

You're lucky.

We don't have rats.

And there's guys sleeping right on the street.

I mean, you could put bugs on them,

and they won't even wake up.

I'm telling you, Jonathan, it's the best.

Well, see you.

Wait up, Samantha.

Megafax may sell Naguchi computers.

Well, I'll be darned.

Are these your bees?

Uh, no, I don't think so.

Good, because it seems like one of them is eating the other.

What?

No, Mother.

It looks more like they're, uh...

friends.

Ooh, you're right.

I've always heard about the birds and the bees,

but I've never seen it before.

Do you think we're intruding?

I think that I am going to take them outside.

I just saw one of them light up a little cigarette.

Hey, uh, fish all right for dinner?

Fine.

Would you like it broiled or poached?

Whatever. I'm flexible.

Hey, listen. I'm sorry about mouthing off.

I'm just worried about Sam. It's not your fault, though.

Well, it's a little my fault. I'm a little inflexible.

But from now on, I'm a regular Gumby.

Hey, Angela. You're terrific. I'm gonna go poach the fish.

Broil it.

What, what, what, what?

That's gratitude for you.

I let the little bugger go and he stung me.

Are you okay?

No, dear, I was stung by a bee.

Sometimes I worry about her.

Come on upstairs.

There's some first aid cream.

What's this? "To Dad"?

Is there a "Dad" around here?

Let me see that. Uh-oh.

What is it? What does it say?

Well, you'd better let me read it to her.

She can't fire me.

"Dear Dad, don't worry.

"I just need a little space

"and a lot of ravioli.

Your fed-up daughter, Samantha."

"PS I went too. Jonathan L. Bower."

Samantha's run away and taken Jonathan with her!

All right, all right,

now, it is not the end of the world.

Let's not overreact.

Oh, I think I'm hyperventilating.

I got an idea. What are you doing?

I'm calling Mrs. Rossini.

Who?

My neighbor in the city.

Sam talks ravioli, that's where she's headed.

To New York?

They went to New York alone? Two children?

Oh, wait a minute.

Sam knows her way. Don't worry.

I mean, she jumps on the commuter

from here to Grand Central.

She takes the crosstown local to 42nd Street,

she jumps on the F train... Or is it the E train?

Mrs. Rossini's not there. I'm going.

Well, not without me, you're not.

Mother, you stay here in case they call or come back.

Loosen up, huh?

You think I should loosen up about this?

Well, where do you think she got the advice?

"Go get some space." Wasn't that you?

Hello?

What? What?

Oh, heavens, are you sure?

What is it? What is it?

You've just won a barbecue.

Oh, hey, mama, you looking good, baby!

Hey, hey, hey, watch your manners, huh, pal?

This is where you lived?

Yeah, right there.

Look at all the kids in the neighborhood, huh?

Whoa, wait a minute.

Hey, this belong to you, lady?

Oh, thank God!

Oh, Jonathan.

Look at you.

You're a mess.

Mom, my cockroach won the race!

Ew!

Well, at least he died a winner.

Don't you ever run away like that again.

Hi, Dad.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Hi, Mrs. Bower.

Oh...

I'm glad you're okay, man, and I love you,

but boy, you're in big trouble.

Yeah, I figured.

I'll give you "you figured"...

Give me that baseball mitt. Give me the glove.

Your baseball days are over for at least a month.

Tony!

Eh, Mrs. Rossini!

You got the kids! Good.

Don't be too hard on them, Tony.

Remember when you was a kid?

You got drunk on altar wine

and mooned the Little Sisters of Hope.

You was so cute.

Yeah... Oh! Wow.

Yeah, well, uh, at least I was home

on time for dinner, Mrs. Rossini.

Hey, and by the way, Mrs. Rossini,

this is my boss, Angela Bower.

Hello. Very nice to meet you.

What's that?

Speak up, honey, I can't hear you.

She says you look much younger

than she thought.

Yeah?

Stay right there. I'm coming down.

Hey, she hardly ever comes down.

Dad, when you said "baseball,"

does that mean softball too?

Samantha, how could you run away like that

and take Jonathan with you?

Eh, oh. Oh, hey. I didn't make him come.

I mean, I tried to get rid of him.

Yeah, she tried to push me off the train.

What!

It wasn't going yet!

Tony!

Hey, Mrs. Rossini!

Oh!

Is that a faccia, eh?

Yes, it certainly is.

Do you mind?

I never hugged a big-shot advertising president before.

Oh... You feel a little thin.

She's not up tight, Samantha. She's just hungry.

Well, tonight, you'll eat good.

You're staying for my ravioli.

I don't know...

Then it's settled. You'll stay. Come on, kids.

You can help me take the plastic off the furniture.

Hey, Mrs. Rossini,

we'll be back in a little while.

I'm gonna show Angela the neighborhood.

I'll yell when dinner's ready.

And I'm sure we'll hear you.

Boy, it feels great to be back.

Taste that air.

Hey. See that?

That's where Sam was born.

Oh... Yeah, right there.

We lived right over Mrs. Bonaduce.

The smells from her kitchen

on a Sunday morning after Mass...

Oh, mama... Hey, then we got rich,

and we moved to the West Side.

We should have stayed where we were, you know,

because there, we lived next to the Sosnowski twins.

One of them was beating up Sam every day.

I would have straightened it out,

but every time I caught him,

he told me he was his brother.

What do I know. Maybe he was, huh?

Well, maybe that's why she learned to fight.

Yeah, and tiptoe. Ha.

In this neighborhood... in this neighborhood,

you gotta do what you gotta do.

Oh, you've got to see this. This is Marty's Melody Room.

This is Brooklyn's answer to the Connecticut Country Club.

It's very exclusive, no WASPs allowed,

but it's okay... you're with me.

Hey, Tommy Pepsi! Billy Fingers.

Hey, guys, what do you say, huh?

Hey, Joey Mook.

Hey, what do you say, Tony?

Mr. Mook.

So, this is where you hung out, huh?

Yeah, I practically grew up here.

You kidding me? Had my first beer here,

played my first pool here.

In fact, there's a room in the back

where I first got...

Drunk.

Right.

Tony!

Hey, Theresa. Working days, huh?

"Hey, Theresa." That's a greeting?

What ever happened to "Hey, babycakes!"

Not right now, huh?

Babycakes?

So, Tony, who's this?

Uh... Theresa, meet Angela.

Angela, meet Theresa.

How do you do?

Oh, I get it.

You're the one with the white picket fence.

I bet Tony's told you a lot about me, huh?

Actually, he's hasn't mentioned you at all.

Oh? So, how's it going up there?

You having any fun?

Guess not.

A guy could hurt himself on those pointy hips.

Pointy hips? That's it.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Oh, no, no, no.

You promised to buy me a drink.

Can we order now, miss?

Sure. Let me guess. A Pink Lady?

That sounds lovely,

but I'd much prefer a very dry martini.

Fine.

Would you like your olives plain or you want me to stuff them?

Plain will be fine, thank you.

Yeah, and I'll have a beer, okay?

Yeah, sure.

Gin on the rocks and draw one.

You got it.

So, Tony's working for you, huh?

That's right.

What exactly does he do?

Various things.

Yeah?

He used to do various things for me too,

only I didn't have to pay him.

Hey, Theresa, why don't you just go get the drinks, huh?

Lovely girl.

Yeah, well, she's sort of let herself go, you know.

Hey, hey, try some of these. These are great.

It's peanuts, pretzels and Chees-O's.

Mm. What are the little black things?

Oh, don't worry about them. They can't eat much.

A martini for the boss and a beer for the houseb...

Oh, let me get that. All over your Lord and Taylor.

Hey, hey, that's enough.

Hey, I'm just doing my job, all right?

Is he any good with a mop?

Very.

Yeah? I never heard of a man keeping house.

Not a real man.

Hey, Theresa.

Why don't you just put a lid on it, huh?

Look out, guys,

the housekeeper's getting steamed.

What are you going to do? Plump my pillows?

Come on, Tony. Show us what you're made of.

Whip out your feather duster.

I think you're right. I think we'd better go.

Tugboat Annie here obviously is trying to bait us,

and I just refuse to stoop to her level.

You're so right. Let's go.

Don't you want to finish your drink?

Theresa, this is my boss.

Will you take it easy here?

Why not?

Oh! Oh.

What happened to "get control

and find some space"?

Huh?

Hello, Mrs. Bower.

Hi, kids.

How long have they been here?

Long enough.

That Madison Avenue must be some tough neighborhood.

Kids, I want you to know that what I did here was wrong.

I should have reasoned with her, but instead, I lost control,

and I gave into my baser emotions, and...

You nailed the little twit right in the chops.

Yeah.

I guess I did, didn't I?

Angela? Yeah?

I'm very ashamed of you.

Yeah?

No tennis for about a month, I think.

Mom?

Maybe you could teach me boxing lessons?

Well, I tell you, you're gonna live,

but you're not gonna need any eyeshadow on that side.

Ha ha, ha ha.

I still can't believe it.

My daughter, the bar brawler.

Listen, I've got a landlord

who's trying to raise my rent,

so, uh, what do you say, Bruiser,

you think you could lean on him a little?

I'm glad that the two of you are amused,

but I am discussing a new perfume campaign tomorrow.

How am I going to explain this?

Hey, I got it.

You can tell them

you wore some of their junk

and you had to fight off a bunch of guys.

That's brilliant!

That's why you pay me the big bucks.