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Theo...

Shhh!

What Are You Doing?

I'm Trying To Move The Glass

With The Energy From My Mind.

(Laughing)

Vanessa, You Broke My Concentration.

I'm Sorry.

I Couldn't Help It.

You Look Like A Mad Scientist.

Do You Realize You Can Move Objects With Your Mind?

In This Book, There's A Guy From Iceland

Who Breaks Telephone Poles With His Thoughts.

Doesn't The Phone Company Get Mad At Him?

You Laugh Because You're Ignorant.

I Laugh Because You're Ridiculous.

You Won't Laugh For Long.

You See This?

"Your Psychic Potential"?

That's Right.

It Says People Only Use 10 Percent Of Their Brain Power.

If We Could Tap That Other 90 Percent

We'd Have Mental Power Beyond Belief.

This Himalayan Guy

Moves Boulders By Looking At Them.

I'm Starting Small By Moving The Glass.

With Your Mind, I'd Start With A Feather.

Go Ahead, Make Your Jokes.

I Don't Care.

If This Works It Will Change Everything.

I'll Never Have To Study.

I'll Know The Answer To Every Question

Before The Question Is Even Asked.

Ahh, The Truth Comes Out.

You're Using This To Get Out Of Doing Homework.

This Guy From The Yukon

Predicted Every Winner Of Every Miss America Pageant

For The Past 40 Years.

How Come All These Guys

Who Do Incredible Things With Their Minds

Live In Far-Off Places

Like The Himalayas Or The Yukon?

Why Don't They Come Here And Make Money?

They Could Predict Lottery Numbers And Get Rich.

Or That Guy With The Boulders

Could Have His Own Moving Company--

A One-Man Operation.

Has Anyone Seen Your Father?

He's In There.

Thanks.

Don't Open That Door.

Theo Will Do It With His Mind.

Cliff, Did You Get A Letter From Rudy's Teacher?

No. Why?

Mrs. Abbott Wants To See Us About That Note

Thursday At 4:00 P.M.

Are You Free?

Thursday?

Yeah, Yeah.

Why Didn't Rudy Give Us This Note?

Rudy!

Rudy: Yes?

Would You Come Out Here For A Second, Please?

What's Up?

Did Mrs. Abbott Send Us A Note?

Uh-Huh.

Why Didn't We Get It?

I Thought You Were Too Busy To Read It.

Too Busy To Read Your Teacher's Letter?

Yes.

What Did You Do?

What Did I Do With The Letter?

Where Is It?

Up There

In The Big Green Book.

It's Up Here?

What Were You Doing

With The Big Green Book?

I Was Reading It.

You Were Reading It?

"Connelly's Guide To The Esophagus"?

How Was It?

Good.

Rudy, This Isn't Even Opened.

Why Were You Hiding It?

Because I Know It Says Something Bad.

How Do You Know?

Because Mrs. Abbott Hates Me.

Why Do You Say That?

I Was Sitting In The First Seat

In The Front Row.

She Made Me Move To The Back.

Why Is That?

I Told You--

She Hates Me.

You Want To Know What Else?

What?

She Stuck My Best Picture At The Bottom Of The Board.

She Did?

Yes. You Know What Else?

What?

I Wanted To Play Cymbals In Music Class.

She Took Them And Gave Them To Kim.

You Know Why?

She Hates You.

Right.

On Parents Night, Mrs. Abbott Said Good Things About You.

She Has To Say That.

She's Not Allowed To Say, "I Hate Your Kid."

Rudy, You Should Go To Your Room For A While.

What For?

You Didn't Give Us This Letter From Your Teacher.

Go Think About It.

Yes, Mom.

But Mom, You Don't Understand...

Upstairs.

What Are You Doing?

We Had Four Other Children Before Rudy.

I Want To Check My Books

And See How Many Appointments We Missed.

I Can't Grade This With You Looking Over My Shoulder.

Okay.

Keep In Mind Chemistry Isn't My Best Subject.

This Is Unbelievable!

What?

You Took Two Tests.

On One, You Didn't Look At The Questions

And Guessed The Answers.

You Got A 60.

Pretty Good, Huh?

On The Other, You Looked At The Questions.

You Got A 32.

You See That?

I Did It Twice As Well

Without Even Looking At The Test.

All Right!

Psychicman!

60 Is A Failing Grade.

This Is Only The First Time I've Used My Psychic Powers.

With Some Practice

I Can Get Up To A "C" Without Opening A Book.

I'll Never Have To Go To Class!

(Ring)

Clair: Somebody Please Get That.

I'll Get It.

No. I'll Try To Guess Who It Is.

Theo, Get Serious.

I Can Do It.

(Ring)

Clair: Vanessa, I Thought You Were Getting That.

I Am, Mom.

I Have To Answer.

Ssh.

Wait.

The Caller Is For You.

Who Is It?

Don't Rush Me.

I See An Image.

Looks Kind Of Fuzzy.

Clair: Vanessa, Please!

I Can't Wait!

The Call Is For You.

Uhh...

Who Is It?

It's Janet!

No, It's Morgan!

Yeah, It's Morgan.

They Hung Up.

What If That Was A Pregnant Woman?

I Didn't See One.

Clair: Vanessa, It's For You.

It's Morgan.

Unbelievable!

I Was Right.

Morgan!

Guess What Just Happened.

My Brother Knew It Was You Calling

Before Anyone Answered!

I Did It.

My Brother Is Psychic!

I Can't Believe It!

Until Now, He Was An Ordinary Nobody.

I'll Call You Back, Okay?

Bye.

Theo, I Need A Favor.

There's This Guy I Like Named Billy Mitchell

But I Don't Know If He Likes Me.

Does He?

That's A Tough One.

Here's A Technique I Read In The Book.

Come And Sit Down.

Visualize This Guy Billy In Your Mind.

Sit Down, Relax, Don't Talk.

Put A Picture Of Him In Your Mind.

Okay, I See Something.

Uhh, A Couple...

Standing In The Rain...

Holding Hands.

Billy And Me?

Yes.

Ooh!

And You're Standing Under A Street Light.

He's Holding His Raincoat Over Your Head.

Oh, This Is Great!

And Then...

By Accident...

His Hand...

Touches Your Cheek.

Oh,This Is So Romantic!

Tell Me More, Tell Me More, Tell Me More.

Vanessa?

Yes?

I Lost It.

Theo, You...

Oh, No, You Can't Lose It.

I'm Sorry.

Whew!

I'm Drained.

Maybe If You Ate You Could Get It Back.

Do You Want A Sandwich?

Okay, Ham And Cheese.

But I'm Not Guaranteeing Anything, Vanessa.

Mom, Dad, Theo Is Psychic.

Good, We're Proud Of Him.

Mom, Dad, Where Are You Going?

We're Going To See Your Teacher.

It's Nice Out.

Let's Go Skating.

We'll Go Skating Another Day.

But I Don't Feel Good.

You Have To Stay Home And Take Care Of Me.

Your Head Feels Fine.

My Feet Are Hot.

Rudy, We're Going.

Before You Go, I Have Something To Say.

What?

I Love You.

We Love You, Too.

One More Thing...

What's That?

When You Get Back Home

I'll Cook You A Big Juicy Steak.

Hmmm.

Thank You.

One More Thing.

No, No. No More "Things."

Good-Bye, Dear.

Mom, Dad?

Bye.

One More Thing.

What?

So Mrs. Abbott Isn't Here.

She Probably Had Some School Business To Attend To.

Oh, Look At These Drawings.

My Goodness.

Look At Rudy's.

My Child.

That's Better Than The Ones Up There.

My Kid's Painting On The Bottom Here.

What Are You Doing?

Putting My Kid's Drawing Up Where It Should Be.

Do You Think You Should Do That?

That's My Child, And It Should Be On The Top.

Sit Down And Behave In This Classroom.

I Will.

Hi, Cliff, Clair.

How Are You?

Great To See You.

Nice To See You.

I'm Sorry I'm Late.

There Was A Surprise Teacher's Meeting.

That's All Right.

We Just Got Here, Too.

What Is Going On With Miss Rudy?

First Let Me Say That Rudy Is A Delight.

She Is Perceptive, Energetic, And What An Imagination.

Fine, That's The End Of The Meeting.

We'll See You Later.

Hold It.

Rudy And I Are Having A Problem In One Area.

It's Her Behavior In Music.

What's The Matter?

Every Year About Now

I Teach The Children To Play Musical Instruments.

I Let Them Choose Their Instruments.

Rudy Was Absent When The Kids Chose The Instruments.

The Only Thing Left Was The Violin.

She Was Not Thrilled About That.

She Wanted The Cymbals Her Friend Kim Had Chosen.

She Did Mention That You Took Her Cymbals Away.

When Music Class Starts, She Grabs The Cymbals From Kim.

I Told Rudy That She Won't Play The Violin Forever.

We Switch Instruments Every Two Weeks.

Then What Did She Say?

She Looked At Me And Said:

"I Don't Want To Play The Violin.

I Want To Play The Cymbals."

Well, The Violin Is Tough.

I'm Not Asking Her To Smoke On The Thing.

I Just Want The Band To Learn "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."

There's One Other Thing I'd Like To Tell You.

Just Because Rudy's Drawing Was At The Bottom...

That Doesn't Mean I Didn't Like It.

I Hang Them According To Alphabetical Order.

That's The First Thing I Told Her.

She Came In Here And Moved The Thing.

And I Said

"Please Don't Touch People's Things Around Here."

She Put It At The Top.

Please Excuse Her Because She's Like That.

♪ Do Di Do Di Di ♪

♪ Bong Dig-A-Ling-Ling ♪

Are You Going To Make Me Play That?

I'm Not Going To Make You Play This

Because Mrs. Abbott Gave This To Me.

But You Can't Play The Violin.

You Don't Know If I Can Play The Violin.

Besides, This Is Not A Violin.

This Is A Fiddle.

A Fiddle?

A Fiddle.

You Play The Hoe-Down With The Fiddle.

I Can Play The Hoe-Down

Give You The Low-Down And Mow-Down Downtown.

Huh?

♪ Hey, What Do You Want To Do When You Get In To Heaven? ♪

Dad, Stop!

You Don't Know What You're Doing.

I Know What I'm Doing.

Take Your Hands Off Me.

I Know What I'm Doing.

I'm Playing A Hoe-Down.

♪ Hey, Why Did You Want To Get Into Heaven? ♪

Dad, You Got To Keep...

Your Fingers Aren't Right.

What Do You Mean My Fingers Aren't Right?

I'm Playing The Fiddle.

♪ Hey... ♪

Dad, Let Me Show You How To Do It.

Now You Want To Show Me.

Why Didn't You Say That To Mrs. Abbott

When You Should Have Brought This Home?

I Wanted To Play The Cymbals.

You Can't Play The Cymbals.

Kim Had The Cymbals First.

This Is The Violin.

You're Supposed To Play This Now.

You Can't Show Me How.

But I'm Going To Show You The Right Way.

Ohhhh.

Huugh.

What Is The Right Way?

First Of All, This Is The Proper Way To Hold It.

Yes.

What Will You Play?

"Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."

Let Me Sing It With You.

Go Ahead.

♪ Twinnnn... ♪

Wait A Minute.

No, Listen, Listen.

♪ Twinnn... Twinkle ♪

Come On, Come On.

Here We Go.

Wait A Minute.

Father And Daughter--

♪ Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star ♪

First Of All

I Think You're Killing The Star.

Your Poor Little Star Has No Twinkle.

Come On, Here We Go.

One, Two, Three.

♪ Twinkle, Twinkle, Little... ♪

Wow!

Kenny, King Of The Blues.

How Are You Doing?

I'm Glad You Invited Me.

We Had To Invite You, Man.

We Need That Song Flute.

I Do Drive The Beat.

Yes, You Do.

Come On And Sit Down.

Where's Rudy?

She's Upstairs Putting Rosin On Her Bow.

You're The First One Here.

Who's Coming?

Kim.

Hold It, Who Invited Her?

Mrs. Huxtable And I Thought

Rudy Might Enjoy Rehearsing With A Few Friends.

Big Mistake.

Why?

You Shouldn't Put Those Women In The Same Room.

I Know There Has Been A Little Friction Between The Two

But That's All Cleared Up Now.

You Don't Know Women.

I Don't?

My Brother Says Two Angry Women

Are Like A Roller Coaster And A Big Meal.

You Don't Want To Mix Them.

Well, I'm Sure We'll Have A Nice Rehearsal Here

And The Women Will Get Together.

Everything Will Be Fine.

Rudy's Been Playing That Violin, And I Think She Likes It.

It Doesn't Matter.

When Rudy Sees Those Cymbals

She Won't Be Able To Control Herself.

Rudy's Got It Bad For Cymbals.

(Doorbell)

Hi, Kim.

Hi, Dr. Huxtable.

My Parents Wanted Me To Thank You.

Thank Me For What, Dear?

For Having Me Practice My Cymbals Here.

Go Ahead On Over, Sit Down.

Hi, Kenny.

Leave Me Out Of This.

Rudy, Your Friends Are Here.

Hi, Kim.

Hi, Kenny.

Hi, Rudy.

Hi, Rudy.

Hi, I Like Your Dress, Kim.

I Like Your Dress, Too.

You Don't Know Women.

Before We Do Our Little Rehearsing Here

Anyone Want To Wet Their Whistle

With A Little Orange Juice?

I Would.

I'd Like Some, Too.

I'll Help You Get It.

Thank You.

Rudy, Aren't You Going To Try To Get My Cymbals?

No, I Don't Want Them Anymore.

You Don't?

I Like My Violin Now.

I'm Glad.

I Like The Cymbals.

I'm Glad, Too.

I Have To Go To The Bathroom.

Right Around The Corner, Down The Hall.

(Cymbals Crashing)

Boy, That Kim Can Really Play Those Cymbals, Can't She?

(Cymbals Crashing)

You Were Really Playing Those Things, Weren't You?

Yeah.

And I'm Good.

What Was It We Talked About Yesterday Up In Your Room?

Show-Downs And Hoe-Downs.

And What Else Did We Talk About?

Mrs. Abbott Wants Me To Play The Violin.

Until When?

Until It's My Turn To Play Something Else.

And If You Never Get To Play The Cymbals?

It Will Be Her Loss.

Rudy, Were You Playing My Cymbals?

I Was Warming Them Up.

Thanks.

I'm Ready To Hear Some Music.

All Right, Come On.

Let's Play For Mommy.

Everybody Line Up.

Lady...

We're Going To Rehearse Our Most Difficult Piece--

"Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."

May God Have Mercy On Us.

One, Two, Three, Four.

(Squeaky Version Of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star")