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- Good morning, everybody. - Hey.

Good morning, Maria.

Maria, can I come over to your house tonight

and set your cat on fire?

Sure.

Then, could we grease up your mom and try to tackle her?

Whatever.

- Morning, everybody. - Good morning.

- Where is everybody? - You're early.

Hmm, yeah, with good reason.

Ah, next Monday, the new semester begins.

Which means I've got about 40 minutes

to summarize the entire decade of the '60s

for your eager little brains.

It's also Valentine's day.

- So? - The sap is running, you know.

People get a little bit nuts.

I mean, can't you feel it in the air?

Yeah, I can feel it.

I'm human.

I can think of a lot of places

I'd rather be on a day like this.

- Like where? - Headed out of town.

Top down, radio playing.

- In what? - This.

Nice car.

It's more than just a car.

It's a '65 Mustang convertible.

Which I am thinking about buying.

You're gonna buy a convertible in New York?

This morning, walking to school I had the most unusual feeling.

I had told you a thousand times before you wear new underwear

you have to take the cardboard out.

No, I love New York.

I'm warning you, no singing.

- Good morning, everyone. - Good morning.

- Including me? - Including you, Eric.

Happy Valentine's Day.

I'll never wash this shoulder.

So, what else is new?

Simone, you're in a good mood.

Oh, why not? It's beautiful out. The air's clean-ish.

Well, spring's on its way the squirrels

are skipping in the park, the birds are singing.

Simone, speaking of the birds and the bees--

I'm talking about real animals, Eric.

Perfect, I was raised by wolfs.

- Okay, 1967, '68, '60-- - Hi, guys.

Sarah and I are going to the opening of "Macbeth"

'tonight at the Public Theatre.'

Opening night party, front row seats.

- Woo! - 'Alright.'

Wow, front row.

You get to be spit on by three witches

working for minimum wage.

Okay, let's rock and roll.

Who's missing?

I have an announcement to make.

Arvid Engen will feel pain no more.

Now, you see, he takes the cardboard out.

I had a revelation.

I was walking down Columbus Avenue this morning

and all I saw were couples in love.

Smiling, holding hands, relating to each other

enjoying themselves.

Okay, they were all guys, but the point is..

...it-it-it made me think about Laurie and me.

I mean, Laurie likes me, but she doesn't love me.

It's over, a-and you know what? It's a relief.

That's, uh, very good, Arvid.

Okay, so we're just gonna have to start

without Sarah and Janice.

Hi, Mr. Moore, sorry, I'm late, but I had to finish

making my Frankenstein cards.

You mean, uh, Valentine's cards?

You celebrate your holidays, I'll celebrate mine.

Listen, Arvid, now that Laurie is completely out of your life.

I assumed you wouldn't mind if I sort of asked her out?

Uh-uh-uh, asked her what?

Out.

My Laurie?

No problem.

Okay, we now have a little under 32 minutes

to get through this.

Forget it, Mr. Moore, everybody is dippy today.

'Nobody is concentrating.'

- No, I am. - Oh, yeah?

Then how come you keep looking at that car?

Well, at least you have to admit it does have

something to do with the '60s.

- Uh-huh, but just barely. - Not necessarily.

When I was young, what I wanted more than anything

else in the world was a 1965 Mustang convertible.

And a certain young woman named Patricia Van Arsdale.

At the time I could afford neither, but--

It's a nice hallucination, Mr. Moore, but a car like that

won't last a day on the streets of New York.

What about an indoor garage?

Wake up, Mr. Moore, the garage costs more

than you pay for your apartment and if you'd like me

to quote your New York City insurance rights--

Uh, it's okay.

It's a fantasy, but it's my fantasy.

I'm gonna hold on to it.

So, let's just, uh, forget it.

Uh, six day war, okay? Let's go.

Maria, are you with us?

Maria?

You seem a little distracted.

No, I'm not. I, I, I just, I can't concentrate

I can't think, I can't breathe.

Good, just so you're not distracted.

I'm just having a little trouble making a decision.

I'm in love with one of the Dixon twins.

So, what's the problem?

I don't know which one.

Men, they are nothing but trouble.

Oh, really?

Yeah. I got one in my life.

Wanna hear about it?

(all) No.

It's our age differential.

Intellectually, he is, well, certainly not my equal.

But closer to me than you num-nums are.

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The pre-teens social world is not an easy place to be.

And neither was America in the '60s.

Sorry, I'm late.

Well, you sure haven't missed anything.

I've got some fantastic news about tonight.

- Tell me. - I can't go.

- What? - Well, wait till you hear why.

This better involve world peace.

Better, do you remember that guy, Mike Webster

I told you about?

He asked me out tonight on a real date.

So what? I practically had to beg for those tickets weeks ago.

I know, I'm sorry, but this is Mike Webster, dream.

- Oh-- - And this is Charlie Moore.

Nightmare, unless we get something done.

- Sorry. - Sorry.

Accepted.

Now, we have about 27 minutes to finish--

I just can't believe that you would do this to me.

I can't believe that you of all people--

Ladies! Ladies, enough.

The entire decade.

Mr. Moore, question.

Go ahead.

Simone, am I wrong?

Well, it is important to do things with friends.

That's right, Simone, that's what I'm just trying to tell--

No, no, no, no more interruptions, that's it.

From now on, for the remainder of this class

there is only one voice that I want to hear.

- Mr. Moore. - This is not the voice.

A man called and left a message for you.

Ms. Meara, I'm trying to teach a class.

It's not the best time to bring me phone messages.

It's about a car.

Uh, give me a minute, what was the message?

Well, he said he's willing to come down $200.

Only $200?

But, that's ridiculous.

Tell him to forget it.

Don't yell at me, Charlie.

- I'm sorry. - It's alright.

Okay, when we last left the..

Is there something more?

Yes, but it's not for little ears.

When I come back, your little ears

will be full of the '60s.

How do I say this?

- Quickly, I hope. - Alright.

This morning, I had a breakfast meeting with Dr. Samuels

a man who is supposed to show moral leadership.

I'm familiar with the man. What happened?

Charlie, he came on to me.

He made advances.

- He hit on me. - You sure?

Oh, come on. I wasn't born yesterday.

I can sense an indecent suggestion

wrapped in subtle overture disguised

as a thinly veiled piece of innuendo

just as well as any other blond.

What do you want me to do?

Charlie, I just want you to talk to him

and tell him to back off.

Please.

Can this wait until I'm done with the '60s?

How long do you think that's gonna take?

Well, at this rate, the rest of the '80s.

Alright.

Simone, love is in the air.

Now, mother nature is screaming out to me.

Take this girl to dinner, take this girl to a movie.

Now, why fight it, Simone?

Instinct.

Sarah, if you go on that date tonight, let me make it clear

I am never speaking to you again.

Well, you better get in a lot of talking today.

Because I'm going tonight.

Hey, uh, everybody settle down. Uh, find your seats.

Now, uh, pay attention because I'm gonna talk

very rapidly in order to make up for lost time.

The turbulent sixties, a time of change

a time of upheaval, a time of questioning--

- Mr. Moore. - Principles.

May I have a word with you?

- Mr. Moore, I'm a married man. - 'Yeah.'

A very happily married man.

Oh, sure, but you still have desires, feelings, urges.

I mean, you're a man.

And your passion caused you to lose control

and violate the sanctity of a professional relationship.

Did she say that? Wait-wait-wait a minute.

We got a bigger problem here than I thought.

Problem?

She's after my body.

Mr. Moore, hey, we're both men of the world, eh?

We know these things.

Oh, uh, Mr. Moore, I called the man about the car

and said thank you, but it's still too expensive.

- I appreciate that. - Mm-hmm.

Well, listen, don't you think it's about time the two of you--

- No. - No.

Um, excuse me.

Do me a favor, straighten her out.

I have to work with that woman.

Mr. Moore, back in the '60s..

...were friends more loyal than they are today?

Aw, come on, Darlene.

Uh, do you hear that, Alan?

It's not a question of loyalty.

Look, his situation with Laurie was hopeless.

No, no, my hats off to Arvid

for finally realizing he was making a fool of himself.

And now we should all stop laughing at him.

Oh, that's it.

I-I-I-I've had enough.

I'm outta here. I can't take this anymore.

Oh, you're not alone, Arvid!

I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry, Mr. Moore, geez.

It must be all this valentine's day stuff, sorry.

Arvid, front and center.

Yeah, we are on a tight schedule here.

No-frills advice, let's go, move, move, move.

Okay, Arvid..

...if I ask you to stop liking math, could you?

I didn't think so and if I ask you to stop liking computers?

- No chance. - Okay.

Then, is it fair to ask Alan to deny his feelings?

Well, I think that's different, his feelings are for my Laurie.

Oh, your Laurie?

Excuse me, Alan, your Laurie?

Why don't you ask the girls in the class how they feel about

being considered possessions?

I don't think that's necessary.

Nor did I, now, hold on, I'm not done.

- Alan, up here. - Me?

Yes, I have no time to waste, come, come.

Alan, how long have you known Arvid?

About five years.

And how long have you been hearing

about Laurie from Arvid?

- About five years. - So..

Arvid suddenly giving up on Laurie after five years

could be a rash decision

one he's not totally committed to.

Just say yes, so I may continue.

And you, hitting on Laurie, the first time Arvid backs off

might be a little pushy.

Particularly from Arvid's perspective.

- Well, yes, but Arvid's-- - You heard the man, say yes.

Okay, yes, I wasn't picturing it from Arvid's perspective.

So, it seems neither of you considered

what the other might be thinking.

- Well.. - Yeah, okay, okay, moving on.

- Next, Janice. - Yes, Mr. Moore?

You're on the air, go, go.

Janice, now what's the age difference between you and--

Malcolm? Three years, two months, six days and--

No, three years will suffice for arguments.

Now, Janice, I know that it's awkward.

You're ten years old, Malcolm's 13

and he's interested in more adult things.

Janice, this is no time to be defensive.

- But, Mr. Moore, I'm not-- - Now, Janice..

You have to work hard to find those

mutually interesting activities.

- But, Mr. Moore-- - That's it, Janice.

Thanks for the advice, Mr. Moore

but Malcolm isn't 13.

He's seven.

- Simone, care to join me? - Whoo! Alright, Simone.

Eric, would you care to join us?

Whoo! Alright, Eric.

Okay, let's hear the lecture.

Oh, no lecture, I promise, just a question.

Eric, your intentions towards Simone are to just be friends.

- Correct? - Right.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury

how many believe that Eric's intentions towards Simone

are to just be friends?

Yeah, right.

How many believe Eric wants something more

than friendship?

Interesting, sir.

- Well, what about her? - Well, let's find out.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, does anyone think

that Simone gives Eric unclear signals that cause him

to pursue her regardless of his intentions?

You're kidding.

Well, that's a few things to think about.

How many think that if Eric changes his approach

something could happen between them?

Next!

But see, that was Don in the cafeteria

which I've always considered to be an extremely sensuous place.

I guess that's it.

Well, there you have it, folks.

You've heard all the facts, you've gazed deeply

into Maria's eyes.

You've watched her incredibly expressive body language

as she discussed the fabulous Dixon twins.

So in your opinion, which one is it going to be?

Is it going to be Don?

Or is it going to be Dan?

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Congratulations! Dan is the big winner.

I hope you have a wonderful life together, dear.

So, Dennis, any problems?

Yeah, these Herbalife people won't give me my money back.

Next.

Look, look, I, I can't take any more of this pop psychology.

Uh, Alan, just be patient, we're down with the last two.

Darlene, Sarah, come on down.

I don't think so, Mr. Moore, ours is pretty serious.

Yes, I know, but let's try it.

Okay, let's go.

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Wait, wait, wait, wait, one at a time, please.

Darlene.

She'd rather go out on some stupid date--

Well, if she was any kind of a friend--

Hold it, uh, you two were supposed to be

heavy hitters with speech and debate right?

Haven't lost one yet.

Good, you argue Sarah's case.

Thank you, Mr. Moore, but I don't need any help.

Fine, because you'll be arguing hers, Darlene?

I'm Sarah Nevins, a student in IHP.

And my life feels like one continuous assignment.

Anyway, my friend, Darlene, a truly wonderful person

went out of her way to get these terrific tickets.

Darlene.

Anyway, one of those rare moments came up.

A chance to forget about the work

the experiments, the long hours in the library.

A chance to be normal.

A chance to go on a real date with a real guy

and have some fun.

And, Sarah, I mean, I, did what anyone would have done.

Except Darlene, who laid out

thirty-five bucks for the tickets.

Darlene, come on.

- Okay. - Sarah?

I'm Darlene, and the truth is I have a right

to be angry with Sarah for breaking a date with me.

Because that's something I wouldn't do to her.

I know, that as women, we're conditioned to believe

that a date with a man is more important

than a date with a friend.

A true friend.

So, if someone as brilliant and attractive as Sarah Nevins..

...falls into that trap, then I have to forgive her.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

I feel a hug coming on.

That's it, I'm in the wrong business.

Now, if we really hurry, I think we can..

Mr. Moore, you lose, no '60s today.

Yeah, no '60s.

'What did we have?'

Uh, turmoil, mm, contradiction.

Uh, which in a weird way does give us a nice overview

of the Ty-Dy years.

Arvid, Alan, uh, two powers fighting over a third

which belongs to neither of them.

Ah, the sexual revolution, Eric and Simone.

Well..

Wait, Mr. Moore, what about me?

A girl with two guys.

Peter, Paul and Mary, uh..

Uh, Darlene and Sarah, uh, The Beatles.

You see, "Try And See It My Way."

Uh, "We Can Work It Out."

"I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends."

- "Love Is All You Need." - Mr. Moore, "Let It Be."

Oh, I am so glad I caught you.

The guy called back and said something came up, he needs cash

and he's gonna accept your offer.

- What? - 'Yeah.'

But-but-but my offer was ridiculous.

Not to him.

I never thought he would accept it.

I, I, I can't afford a garage or insurance.

Well, I'll just tell him that you

got so excited about it, you died.

It's okay, Mr. Moore.

You're just crazy like the rest of us.

It's Valentine's Day.

Only, uh, you're in love with a car.

Uh, okay, listen, uh, back to reality tomorrow

and contrary to popular belief

we will finish with the '60s okay?

And, uh, Happy Valentine's Day.

- Hey, you too. - Happy Valentine's Day.

Congratulations, Mr. Moore, you managed to pull

this one out of the fire, somewhat.

Oh, thank you, Alan.

Hey, you took a confused time in history, uh, confused class

of students and made something out of it.

It was interesting.

Well, thank you.

How do you do it?

"The Answer My Friend Is Blowing In The Wind."

Yeah.

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So, it seems one of you, and you know who you are..

...simply misinterpreted totally

the innocent behavior of the other.

- Right. - That's right, Charlie.

So, uh, why not just put this behind you

and let's get back to business.

Okay.

- Thanks, Charlie. - Sure.

Goodnight.

See, now she's doing it to you.

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