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♪ Sunday, Monday, happy days ♪

♪ Tuesday, Wednesday, happy days ♪

♪ Thursday, Friday, happy days ♪

♪ The weekend comes, my cycle hums ♪

♪ Ready to race to you ♪

♪ These days are ours ♪

- ♪ Happy and free ♪ - ♪ Oh, happy days ♪

♪ These days are ours ♪

- ♪ Share them with me ♪ - ♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Good-bye, gray sky, hello, blue ♪

♪ There's nothing can hold me when I hold you ♪

♪ It feels so right it can't be wrong ♪

♪ Rocking and rolling all week long ♪

♪ Sunday, Monday, happy days ♪

♪ Tuesday, Wednesday, happy days ♪

♪ Thursday, Friday, happy days ♪

♪ Saturday, what a day ♪

♪ Groovin' all week with you ♪

♪ These days are ours ♪

- ♪ Share them with me ♪ - ♪ Oh, happy days ♪

♪ These days are ours ♪

- ♪ Happy and free ♪ - ♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ These happy days are yours and mine ♪

♪ These happy days are yours ♪

♪ And mine, Happy Days! ♪

Happy Days is filmed before a studio audience.

♪ Drivin' insane like a 5:00 o'clock train... ♪

All right, all right.

Let's go see who we can pick up in our ROTC uniforms.

Oh, you guys go ahead.

I'm meeting Lori Beth over here.

- All right. - Yeah.

Ship ahoy, girls.

Listen to him. Listen to him.

He takes one stupid class a week,

and he thinks he's Popeye.

Hi, Rich.

Oh, hi, Lori Beth.

My girl.

Hey, Rich, you know Cynthia Holmes?

She invited us to her cousin's dinner party

at the yacht club Saturday night.

Hey, no kidding?

You must be getting pretty buddy-buddy with her, huh?

Not really, but she doesn't have too many friends at school.

Cynthia. Hi. Over here.

Hi, Lori Beth. Hi, Richie.

Hi, Cynthia.

Hey, Cynthia, you know, me and Pots

aren't doing anything Saturday night.

Oh. Have you considered the USO?

Hey, great idea!

The USO?

Yeah, Pots. I hear they got girls down there that volunteer.

For what?

They help comfort lonely GIs.

I'm lonely, I'm lonely.

Me, too. I need comforting.

Don't you just love men in uniform?

Only West Pointers.

Oh, listen, I have the directions

for the yacht club for you.

Let me find them here.

Hey, congrats.

You got your braces taken off.

Terrific.

♪♪

New blood.

♪ And so, my darling ♪

♪ Please take my hand... ♪

Saturday night, stock car race.

Be there.

That's impossible.

Impossible?

I already have plans.

Conference time.

- Oh, but, Fonz, Lori Beth... - Now.

♪ My darling, please take my... ♪

By golly, it is conference time.

Be right with you, AF.

Yeah, Fonz?

Did you hear what that girl said to me?

I'm gonna call an ambulance for her.

Well, there's nothing wrong with her.

Nothing wrong?

Well, Fonz, I just don't think that she understands, uh...

"Be there."

Let me ask you a question: What is that Cynthia woman's story?

Well... she comes from a very wealthy family.

Grew up in an all-girls school... you know.

Oh, you mean class, society, stuff like that.

Right.

So if I were you, I would just, uh,

you know, be a little crafty.

Try a... subtle approach.

Subtle.

I can handle that.

Just takes a little while longer, that's all.

- Sure, just give it a few days. - Days?

I'm talking minutes.

Richie's friend is cute.

Fonzie? Yeah.

Cynthia Holmes,

I'd like to introduce you to Arthur Fonzarelli.

He likes to be called Fonzie.

Fonzie. How quaint.

Quaint back.

Very nice.

And I do mean... nice.

May I?

Certainly.

Minutes.

Now, um, Cynthia, Richie told me that you spent so much time

in girls' schools, I figured you missed out

on a lot of good years, so why don't you and I

just go up to Inspiration Point together.

Oh, my.

What I mean is that, you know,

Inspiration Point is, like, one, a very historical site.

So many conquests have...

Conquests?

Oh, history.

Oh, I love history.

It's so exhilarating.

Exhilarating.

Exactly.

See that? She gets my drift.

Look, why don't you and Lori Beth

take a walk while we make history?

Well, sure, Fonz.

Eh, come on, Lori Beth,

let's go shoot some baskets.

He's so romantic.

How'd you like to get historic right here in the booth?

Oh, Cynthia, do come along.

The cocktail guests are waiting.

I don't mind picking you up in this... place,

but, uh, must you make me wait?

It's my cousin Millard.

I'm afraid I really do have to run.

Now, wait a minute, wait a minute, Mill...

you gotta hold on here,

'cause I'm having a convo with your cuz.

Convo?

Oh, Millard, I'd like you to meet Arthur Fonzarelli.

He likes to be called Fonzie.

Hey.

Fonzie...?

Yes, you know,

the way you like to be called Skippy.

Skippy...!

Yes. How do you do?

I do great.

Perhaps. But confidentially,

one could never tell from your appearance.

- Hey, you want to chase this to the door? - Oh, no, no.

Don't be embarrassed. It's just that Mother

collects clothing for charity, and since most of it

is nicer than you have, perhaps you could find something decent.

Well, no, since Mummy, uh...

dresses you, I think I'll stick with what I got on.

Are you making fun of Mummy?

Millard... please don't be mean to Fonzie.

We're going to a historical landmark together.

Pick me up on Tuesday.

Tuesday!

I can't. I'm all booked.

- Well, cancel it. - No, no, you don't understand.

See, Beatrice, Rachel and Ellen

have been waiting for six months on a list.

Three girls at once?

Well, that's just on the weekends.

Tuesdays they work in shifts.

Now, listen, sweet lips,

I got to get back to the garage, all right?

Oh, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.

Listen, why don't you get my phone number

from the bathroom wall...

Maybe there's gonna be a cancellation, huh?

Whoa!

Whoa!

Garage?!

You were going out with a lowly mechanic?

Worse... I've just been turned down by a lowly mechanic.

Mm. Want to get even?

We'll invite him to my party at the club.

Oh, Skippy.

No, no, no, amongst the commodore and his friends,

this Fonzie will look like a court jester...

Oh, Skippy, what a wonderful idea.

You know, it really could be quite amusing.

Oh, too, too amusing.

Well, that's what Alfred said.

Imagine, trying to humiliate him like that.

Richard, you've got to tell Arthur not to go.

Well... Al and I didn't really have the heart.

Well, look, you're an adult...

Just come out and tell him the truth.

I think you're right. That's what I'm gonna have to do.

Yeah, and when you're in the hospital, can I have your room?

Hey, listen, I'm very sorry for the interruption right here,

but I want to show you a flash of class. Look at that.

That's my first invitation from Cynthia.

Raised letters, and it ain't even a wedding.

Can you dig that?

Yes, Richard got one, too.

We-we rubbed it before.

Yeah. But the thing is, dig it,

this is my first RSVP.

Usually I just get, you know, "Stag" or "Drag."

- Oh, Arthur... - Yeah?

Richard.

- Howard... - Marion...

I think maybe you better leave us men alone

for a few minutes, huh?

Yes. Come on, Joanie, let's, uh, defrost the roast.

- Oh, I miss all the fireworks. - You're catching on.

What are we gonna do, tell dirty jokes?

Fonz, look, about this party...

- Yeah. - I think it's gonna be boring.

I'd much rather go to the stock car races with you.

I mean, it's great...

Skidding through turns.

Wipeout!

You know, that's my kind of fun.

You don't have to beat around the bush with me;

I get your drift.

- Oh, you do? - Sure.

This is gonna be a different type of party for you.

You're gonna be lonely.

I'll take care of you... promise.

Dad?

Uh... Fonzie, when-when-when I was a kid,

uh, my father used to tag along with me

at all the school dances.

Now, he was a nice guy, but he just didn't fit in.

Can you understand what I'm saying?

Sure.

And I hope that, one day,

you can sit down with your pop and have a long talk.

Richard...

Fonzie, don't go to the party.

They only invited you there

'cause they want to make fun of you.

They want to make fun of me?

Who wants to make fun of me?

Cynthia and-and Millard.

No, no, not Cynthia.

Cynthia, she sent me this invitation,

with raised letters and everything, man.

She likes me.

I mean, you know, Millard, he's not one

of my favorite people in the whole world... so what?

Hey, I'll tell you something, I'll tell you something,

I'll just watch my P's and Q's, that's all.

You know, like they say in society...

ta-ta.

Heyyy!

Well, you didn't exactly talk him out of it.

Mm.

It looks like Arthur's going to dinner.

Not only is he going to dinner,

it looks like he's going to be the main course.

Better hurry up, Fonz. It's getting late.

Oh, Fonz, you look great!

- Perfect fit. - Bellissimo!

With four arms?

Four arms!

You only gave me two dollars for it.

I got it off of Ollie the Human Octopus

at the circus sideshow.

Ollie's a phony?

I shook hands with him.

Now, look...

I'm gonna wear my leather jacket.

It's proper for any occasion.

Get out of here.

Sorry, Fonz, I tried.

Hey, wait a minute...

maybe I could sell it to Ralph and Potsie.

Piping aboard.

Miss Lori Beth Allen and Richard Cunningham.

- How do you do? - How do you do? How do you do?

Piping aboard.

Mr. and Mrs. Simpson.

I don't see Fonzie; I wonder if he's coming.

Oh, no, no, he's coming.

I... I saw the Polanski twins

pumping air into his motorcycle tires.

All right.

Now, hear this:

The Fonz is here... Let the frolics begin.

How do? How do? How do?

How do? How do?

How do you do?

Excuse me, Cynthia, I just want to show Fonzie

the great view of Lake Michigan.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I wanted to introduce Fonzie to some of our friends.

This is the Commodore.

Oh, uh, how do you do?

He's a little deaf.

Come, Fonzie, I want you to meet some more people.

- Uh, no! - See ya, see ya, see ya.

How do? How do? How do?

Hey. Nice to see ya.

All right, ship ahoy.

So glad you could come.

A leather blazer... how gauche.

Good. How gauche it with you?

Hey, eats! All right!

I never heard caviar referred to as "eats."

Caviar?

Yes, sir, they're little fish eggs.

It's imported. Eat up.

Imported little fish eggs.

How quaint.

I had 'em for lunch; thanks very much, anyway.

Juanita, that will be enough out of you.

Wait a minute, she's just being friendly.

We don't hire servants to be friendly.

We hire them to work.

Dinner is served.

Hey, uh, Juanita...

thanks a lot for the tip on the little fishies, huh?

- Heyyy. - Come, Millard.

Uh, yes, come along, Mr. Fonzarelli.

Dinner is ready. Hurry along, now.

Chow, chow.

"Chow, chow."

Hey, I love Chinese food.

I want to tell you something, I really like that soup.

- What is it? - Vichyssoise.

Oh, it tasted like potatoes to me.

- It is potato. - I knew the soup.

I knew the soup!

I know my veggies.

Perhaps Mr. Fonzarelli would like to choose

the next bottle of wine.

- I'll do it! -I'll do it! - No, no...

let Fonzie do it.

Perhaps a hint.

We're having lobster.

Flown in from Maine, of course.

Of course. I wouldn't want those little guys

to walk here all by themselves.

We have an excellent wine cellar here.

Perhaps a Mouton Cadet, a Pinot Chardonnay

or a, uh, a Chateauneuf-du-Pape?

What's your choice?

Number 11.

A Pouilly Fuissé, uh, 1949.

An excellent choice, sir.

He got the wine! Fonz, you got the wine!

I got the wine.

Yes, uh, an excellent choice.

Don't you think so, Sappy?

That's Skippy.

Of course.

Millard, he is making a sap out of you.

The evening isn't over yet.

Pardon me.

It is customary at these occasions

to have one of the guests offer a toast to the ladies.

I think it would be most appropriate

for Mr. Fonzarelli to do the honors... don't you think so?

Uh, a toast to the ladies at my table.

I think you remind me... of a bouquet.

Lovely, lovely flowers...

with great stems!

Juanita, I won't have a servant mingling with the guests!

Hey, hold it, she ain't mingling, she's laughing.

Juanita, I warned you before... Now, get out, you're fired.

Hold it! Get back here!

Oh, man, there's gonna be trouble.

Now, wait a minute, wait a minute, I'm cool.

I just have a few words here to say to Skippy.

Now, uh, Skip-face...

ever since I got here to this little get-together,

you've been pushing me around, see?

That's okay. I'm cool.

I can take care of myself.

When you start pushing little ladies around, you gone too far.

He's right.

After all, who'll serve dinner?

"Who'll serve dinner?"

That's what you're worried about?

Who will serve dinner?

Boy, did you turn out to be a disappointment, Cynth.

All right, all right, who is gonna serve dinner, then?

Oh, let me say... permit me.

Millard... some lobster.

Let me tell you something.

Don't you ever call me for a date.

I only date chicks with class.

Well, I never!

Well, honey, maybe that's your problem.

Hey!

Somebody help me... I have a lobster on my lap.

Ooh, that Fonzie is such a common person.

Positively gross.

Okay, buddy, that's it!

You and Cynthia have been needling Fonzie all night.

You got what you deserved.

You're-you're crude

and-and you're boring and...

- Rotten! - Right!

- You're not a nice person. - What makes you think

you're better than my friend Arthur Fonzarelli?

Maybe he doesn't have white pants and a blue blazer,

but I'll tell you one thing, buddy,

he's got something you'll never have...

He's got class!

Yeah, that's right, I said class.

- Let's get out of here. - Yes, steward,

show this common trash to the door.

Common trash?

Oh, excuse me.

I'm sorry, but you've just seen common trash pushed too far.

You're forgetting one thing

that goes very well with lobster...

Melted butter.

♪ ...my love ♪

♪ You're the only one ♪

♪ I see ♪

♪ God only knows ♪

♪ You're the one I dream of... ♪

Hi, Fonz.

♪♪

Hey, Rich. Listen, uh, girls,

I would like to talk to Rich on the QT, all right?

Let's powder our noses.

They want to be alone.

You know, about that Cynthia girl,

you were absolutely right.

I let a beautiful girl fog my brain.

Well, it happens to the best of us.

Yeah, but what I really want to say is

that I am very, uh, s... s...

Richie, I am sincerely... s... s... s...

Fonz, you don't have to say you're sorry.

Good. I won't.

But, uh... I didn't do too good there,

and they probably tossed you out on my account; I know that.

You kidding?

Think I was gonna stick around there

after what they did to you?

Are you telling me that you left on your own?

Yeah. Uh, after I corrected the one small mistake you made.

You never serve lobster in a man's lap...

without melted butter.

You did that?

- Yeah. - You did that?

The whole pitcher.

Well, you know, it goes together.

Yeah. I'll tell you something, like you and me,

we go together like lobster and melted butter, right?

Right, right. Like, uh, peanut butter and jelly.

Yeah, right.

I hate peanut butter and jelly.

But I know exactly what you mean.

- Uh-huh. - Yeah.

So I just want to say thanks, and I'm thinking

maybe we could have our own little party, huh?

That's a great idea.

How about a little, uh, music, maestro?

Right.

♪ Nothing matters ♪

♪ To me... ♪

Oh, where's Juanita?

We're gonna have a party.

She'll be out in a minute.

She's reading the walls.

Oh, Fonzie, I read all about you.

Never believe what you read... I'm much better in person.

Lori Beth?

Is there anything in there about me?

Yeah. It says...

It does?

I wrote it.

♪♪

♪ There ♪

♪ In the gleam of your ♪

♪ Deep hazel eyes... ♪

This is kind of romantic, being alone...

soft lights and music.

Mm.

You're what makes it romantic, sweetheart.

Oh, Howard, you and your sweet talk.

I love it.

Huh?

Oh...

Mom and Dad, uh...

- you're still up, huh? - That's right.

- Hi, Lori Beth. Oh...! - Lori Beth.

How did Arthur do at the party?

- Oh, he did fine. - Oh, yeah, they're...

they're never gonna forget him.

Oh, good.

I love it when things work out.

- Dad... - We were here first, Richard.

♪ These days are ours ♪

- ♪ Happy and free ♪ - ♪ Oh, happy days ♪

♪ These happy days are yours and mine ♪

♪ These are such Happy Days! ♪

♪ Good-bye, gray sky, hello, blue ♪

♪ There's nothing can hold me when I hold you ♪

♪ It feels so right, it can't be wrong ♪

♪ Rockin' and rollin' all week long ♪

♪ These days are ours ♪

- ♪ Happy and free ♪ - ♪ Oh, happy days ♪

♪ These days are ours ♪

- ♪ Share them with me ♪ - ♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ These happy days are yours and mine ♪

♪ These happy days are yours and mine, Happy Days! ♪