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Dan Lauria (Àè-ÄɺóÀÇ ¾Æºü æµ)

 

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Main Theme song
"With A Little Help From My Fridens" sung by Joe Cocker

 

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Ninteen-seventy-one...Was a big year.

Hot-pants were invented.

Dennie McLain...Lost twenty two games...
For the Washington Senators.

And I graduated from...McKinley junior high.

But...we'll get to that.

 

In the three years since I'd entered seventh-grade...

A lot of things had changed.

Still, in the suburbs where I lived, the currency of life remained about the same.

The whir of lawn-mowers.

The cries of hide-and-seek.
The dreams of parents.

The struggles of children.

The grinding of very small minds.

"B".

Oh...honey, I think...Maybe it's "C".

That's what I said. "C".

After a decade of hiding out in the cracks of the public school system...

My brother was facing the hard choices.

Come on, now...Try another one.

That would be, uhhhhhh...

Not that he wasn't going down without a fight.

- Nnnnn-eeee...."A"! Can we eat, now?
- Wayne!

My mother, on the other hand, was standing guard between the rock...

- Welcome home, honey!
And the hard place.

 

Here's your drink.

Seemed my father had all but abandoned the concept of... Communication as we know it.

Jack? The contractor stopped by today. About the foundation?

I don't want to talk about it.

Well, he didn't seem to think it would be too bad. Just a matter of repouring a few walls...

I don't want to talk about it.

My guess was...the old man didn't want to talk about it.

Well, then...shall we have dinner?

- Good idea, Mom.
- Good. Have a seat.

And there ya had it. In the great scheme of Arnold family life, things were moving on.

For some of us, anyway.

Hi!

 

Students, parents, faculty and friends - welcome!

Eat!

 

Who said that?

The final week...Of junior high school.
Kinda brought a lump to the old throat.

- Shhh! Come on, guys. This is serious.
- Alright, people...

Yeah, come on. Pfeiffster's gotta make a speech.

When your names are called... You'll walk up the right-hand aisle, to collect your diplomas.

- Yes.
- Do I get one this year?

 

I fail to see the humor in that, Mr. Barbella.

Just checkin'.

I don't get it.
This is a major moment in our lives.

Isn't anyone aware of that?

But if Paul was looking for allies...
He was in the wrong camp.

- Get off it, Pfeiffer.
- Yeah, come on Paul..lighten up. It's just a stupid graduation.

To you maybe. Not to me.

Paul, what's the big deal?

I mean, we're gonna see all these people next year in high school, right?

Hey. The whole thing seemed pretty clear to me.

 

It was time to move on.
Time to bid goodbye to old times.

Watch it, Kevin!

Old nightmares!

What did I ever do to you?!

As if I had to tell you.

 

On the other hand...Maybe some things went beyond simple farewells.

Things like, say...

 

Miss White!

 

Miss White. My old English teacher.

My secret flame.

Mrs. Heimer. Remember?

Oh. Right.

 

Boy. What happened to her?

 

Kevin, what do you think's gonna happen to us?

Us?

Actually, I had more than a few thoughts on the matter.

All of us.

Oh.

 

I mean, next year. In high school.

You think we'll be OK?

- How do you mean?
- I don't know.

Sometimes I wonder if the good times are really all gone.

Whether they meant anything at all.

Good old Winnie - you had to love her.

Those vulnerable...Doe eyes, reaching out for my manly reassurance.

Of course we'll be OK.

It's gonna be great! We're all gonna be goin' to the same school.

Me, you...Paul...

God - that cast was driving me crazy.

Oh.

Then...Paul hasn't told you...

- Tell me what?
- Never mind.

No, what is it?
Has he got a girlfriend?

Getting contact lenses?

After all, the guy was my best buddy.
There was nothin' he didn't tell me.

Kevin...

He's going away to school next year.
Prep school.

 

What?

- Paul, tell me this isn't true.
- Look, Kev...I wanted to tell ya, but...

I don't believe this! Prep school?
Paul, nobody goes to prep school!

Nobody who was my best friend, anyway.

Paul!

Let's not make a bigger deal out of this than it is.

Oh, yeah...what was this - your parent's idea?

 

- This was your idea?!
- Kev...

- It's just a country day-school...I'll be back in the afternoons!
- "Country day-school"?

What are ya gonna wear?
Little frilly dresses and parasols?

OK - that was mean. I admit it.
I meant it to be mean - I loved this guy.

Look...it's you and me we're talkin' about. Doesn't that mean anything to you?

Kev...It's not then end of the world.

Armageddon...the final frontier...

The splitting of atoms...the tearing apart of nature's closest bond.

Let's take a look.

OK, I was mad. I felt lost.
My best friend had betrayed me.

So, of course, there was really only one thing to say.

So...got your...Polo outfit all picked out?

What?

Maybe you should start smoking a pipe.
That'd be pretty stupid.

Yep. Thought I'd be real adult about this.

And you'll need some new underwear.

I hear all those guys wear pink.

Please...I need your complete attention.

But I didn't care - I was on a roll.

One word of advice, prep-man...

Kevin...I don't have to take this.

Whatever you do...Never...

Ever...Let 'em see you eat spaghetti.

 

- OK...I've had enough!
- Oh, yeah? What are ya gonna do about it?

Gentlemen, please - control yourselves.

But suddenly, I knew what I had to do.

The lasting thing.
The caring thing.

 

Oh...golly!

And with that...

 

Ninth-grade ended...with a bang.

 

Graduation day.

I thought I'd get in a little practice on my jump-shot.

 

I didn't feel...Like graduating.
I felt more like...shooting hoops.

At least with a basketball hoop...You knew where ya stood.

It didn't move around...
Or go to prep-school.

Nope, a hoop...Stayed put.

 

Paul?

Happy graduation.

It's an underwater watch.
Hope you drown...With it.

 

"I Think It's Going To Rain Today"
- Randy Newman

 

I went for a walk. Travelled streets I'd once known.
¢ÜBroken windows And empty hallways¢Ü

Long ago, when life was...Simple.
¢ÜA pale dead moon¢Ü

¢ÜIn the sky streaked with gray¢Ü

¢ÜHuman kindness is overflowing¢Ü

¢ÜAnd I think it's going¢Ü

When life was...New.
¢ÜTo rain today¢Ü

 

¢ÜScarecrows dressed in the latest styles¢Ü

¢ÜWith frozen smiles¢Ü

¢ÜTo chase love away¢Ü

¢ÜHuman kindness¢Ü

¢ÜIs overflowing¢Ü

¢ÜAnd I think it's going to rain today¢Ü

I guess that's when I knew...
¢ÜAnd I think¢Ü

The old days were gone.

Things had changed. And they were never gonna be the same again.
¢ÜIt's going to rain today¢Ü

 

Kevin?

Kevin?

Miss - Mrs. Heimer.

Maybe it was coincidence.

Maybe it was fate.

In any event...

You seem troubled. Can I give you a lift?

I took the ride.

 

It's pretty here, isn't it?

I often come here to think.

The funny thing is, there was I time when I would have given my right foot to be... With this woman who used to teach me English.

But that was once-upon-a-time.
In seventh-grade.

So, how are things?

OK.

I see.

I graduate tonight, you know.

I know.

But...That's pretty much it.

 

Is there anything else?

 

Course, I wanted to tell her...more than anything I wanted to tell her about Paul, and Winnie...

About my family. About how my years with them meant more to me than life.

About how - no matter how long I lived...I would always...

Always treasure these precious days.

Nah...

 

It's just...

I don't think I'm ready for all this.

You know?

 

But I guess change can't be stopped.

No matter how you might wish otherwise. Anyway...

That's when it happened.

Kevin?

 

I think we'd better go.

Go where?

To the hospital.

 

Oh, my gosh!

You'll have to drive.

Me?!

But, I don't know how to drive!

Oh, my gosh!

Help! Hellllllppppp!

 

Help!

 

Help!

 

Oh, my gosh!

 

Members of the class of 1971...

Oh, my gosh! Oh, oh, my gosh!

 

Tonight, we meet to celebrate...a very significant occasion.

Oh, my gosh!

 

A time to face new challenges.

 

Be right back.

Help!

 

A time...for looking forward.
A time...for looking back.

That June day of 1971, I faced a truth.

About myself. About my times.

The world I knew had changed.
And now...

 

There was no turning back.

 

Suffice it to say, that that afternoon...

I embraced the future.
I became a dad - well, kinda.

 

And that night...

Ladies and gentlemen...the class of 1971!

 

I graduated from junior high school.

Kevin Arnold...

 

Yeah - whoo!

Butthead!

 

Well done, Kevin.

 

Not that I did it alone.

Clarence Barbella...

 

Randall Mitchell...

I did it among people who had filled my life.

Well done.
Douglas Porter...

Congratulations, Douglas.

Rebecca Slater...
Congratulations.

And in their own way...
Had made it richer.

 

The future rushes at us, and we in turn stand ready, armed with our hopes...

Our dreams, and our memories.

I did it among people I loved.

Therefore, as we stand here...

At the end of one journey...

At the beginning of another...

Let us make a bond.

To never forget our times...
At RFK junior high.

And to never forget...

The friends that we made here.

 

I couldn't really say what I did that summer.

It passed in kind of a blur.

Hi!

 

What I remember...
Are green lawns and sprinklers...

And the smell of backyard grills.

And the nearness of friends.

Hey. Butthead. Dinner's ready.

In a minute.

There was time.

Ahead lay new places - other days.

But for now...

So. Next year we get our driver's licenses, huh?

 

Yeah.

I never wanted it to end.

 

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