Punky Brewster (1984) s01e15 Episode Script

Maybe the world is blind or just a little unkind.
Don't know.
Seems you can't be sure of anything anymore.
Although, you may be lonely, and then one day you're smiling again.
Every time I turn around, I see the girl who turns my world around standing there.
Every time I turn around, her spirit's lifting me right off the ground.
What's gonna be? Guess we'll just wait and see.
Woof! -Oops.
Sorry.
Can I help you? -That depends.
Who might you be? I might be Cyndi Lauper, but I'm not.
I'm Punky Brewster.
-Hello.
-May I help you? -One can but hope.
I have waiting in her limousine at this very moment my employer, who is in urgent need of a passport photograph.
Will you be able to take one? -Not from this angle.
She'll have to come inside.
-Working class humor.
-Look at that limo! Who do you suppose it could be? - Probably some doddering old dowager who'll expire before her passport.
-Good afternoon.
How very kind of you to take me on such short notice.
-Maggie? -Henry.
-Maggie! -Henry! -Snuggums! -Boo-Boo! -Snuggums? -Boo-Boo? Hi! This is my foster daughter, Punky.
Punky, this is Mrs.
Margaret McLerie.
-Hi, Punky.
-Hi, it's a pleasure to meet you.
-Punky, Maggie and I were high school sweethearts way back in 19-- - Just-- just say a-- a while ago.
-Madam, may I remind you that we're due at the Van Flutes' reception in less than an hour.
-Don't rush me, Jeffries.
Honestly, you sound just like my late husband.
-Why is your husband late? Did he break his watch? -No, dear.
He passed away several years ago.
Sorry.
-Maggie, if you'll take a seat, we can get started.
- Henry? Did you ever marry? -Yes, I did.
-His wife's late, too.
-But let me adjust this light on the background.
I want to bring out the blue in your eyes.
-I've been on the go all day.
I must look a fright, Boo Boo.
-You're as lovely as the first day I met you, Snuggums.
-I may be ill.
Hold it.
Perfect.
Now flash your fabulous smile.
Perfect.
-Henry's the best photographer in the whole world.
-I doubt he's the best photographer on the block.
-I should have these developed for you by tomorrow morning.
- Dear.
I need them today.
I'm leaving for York tomorrow.
Well, for a dear friend I should have them ready when we close at 6:00.
-No good, Madam.
You'll be at the Van Flutes' -I know.
I'll just pick them up at your home on my way back, if that's all right.
- That's fantastic.
And fine.
-Here's our address.
-OK.
Henry, I can't thank you enough.
- No thanks are necessary.
-Hear, hear.
Shall we, madam? I'll see you around 8:00.
Bye bye, Punky.
-Bye! I like her.
And you really like her, too, don't you? -What gives you that idea? -Ever since she's been here, you've been holding in your stomach.
-Don't be silly.
Now run along into the dark room and put these away for me.
-OK.
-Henry, you're getting behind here.
There's a lot more dishes to be done.
- There's lots more dishes to be done! Those dishes we are drying and my dear there's no denying you're my heaven, you're my moon, and you're my sun.
But there's lots more dishes to be done.
-Henry, what's with you? -What are you talking about? -Usually when you dry dishes, you look like this.
This is the first time you've ever gone, there's a lot more dishes to be done.
-Well, I guess I'm in a good mood.
-Yeah, and I know why.
And her name is Maggie.
-Nonsense.
-Come on, Henry.
Admit it.
She pops your cork.
-She used to pop my cork, but that was a long time ago.
-What happened with you and Maggie? -We were very much in love.
So much that I was going to propose to her.
I took Maggie to a romantic, candle-lit dinner for two at Luigi's Italian Restaurant.
-Did you ask her to marry you? -I didn't get a chance.
Right after the antipasto, war broke out.
-War? -Yes.
Pearl Harbor was bombed.
The next day, I enlisted in the Navy and then eventually we lost track of each other.
-Well, Henry, you can start all over again.
Pick up where you left off.
-No, darling.
You don't understand.
We've both changed too much.
Now Maggie's a wealthy woman of the world, living a life of luxury, and here I sit on the ugliest afghan I've ever seen in my life! Look at this hovel.
The walls need paint.
The chair's a wreck.
The dog on it needs a bath.
What am I saying? The woman's coming here for pictures, nothing more.
She couldn't care less how this apartment looks.
-Don't just sit there! Clean! Now, act casual.
Maggie, please come in.
-Hi, Punky.
-Hi.
-You look sensational.
- I just scraped the mud off.
-Holy macanoli, what a great coat! -Do you want to try it on? -I don't know.
How does it work? - You just sling it on and go.
-I'm gone.
-Maggie, here's your passport photo.
Deluxe matte, no charge.
-Actually, Henry, I may not be needing this after all.
Well, I see.
No, I don't.
You don't like it? Look, satin finish! -It's very nice.
It's just that I may not going to Europe after all.
Somehow, Chicago has never seemed lovelier.
-I like this picture.
-I've also read in the paper that Alfredo Annino is opening in "La Boheme.
" Henry, are you still an opera buff? -It's too good for a passport.
It should be enlarged and hung in a gallery.
-Um, Maggie, excuse us for a second.
Henry, She wants you to ask her to the opera! She does? Yes.
Here's a thought.
I've got season tickets to the opera.
And perhaps you and-- I don't know-- me, we could go to see "La Boheme?" -I'd love it.
-You would? That's wonderful.
Then we could make it a-- a-- -Date! -Yes, a date.
-Yes.
A date.
- Well, I hate to rush off, but, I have oodles of travel plans to cancel.
Always very awkward at the last moment, but c'est la vie.
-La vie! Henry, you're going on a date! -Yippee! -OK, guys, just set the bottles on the table with the rest.
-Punky, we've been helping you collect bottles for the last two hours.
I've got a question.
Why? -Well, you know that Henry and Maggie have been dating for over a month.
-You mean, Snuggums and Boo-Boo? Sorry.
-Henry and Maggie are in love.
-Do you think they're gonna get married? -I hope so.
She's real nice.
-She's real friendly.
-She's got a limo.
-See, if Henry and Maggie get married, they'll be a family.
I'll have a dad and a mom.
-And a limo.
-All I have to do is get Henry to ask her.
-How are you going to do that? -That's where you guys and the bottles come in.
-Welcome to Luigi's Italian Restaurant.
It's all the Italian I know.
Please come in.
-Henry, look.
This is a lovely restaurant.
Miss, I'm afraid we don't have a reservation.
Do you have room for us? - Let me check.
We're awfully busy tonight.
Yes, I think I see one open table.
Please follow me.
-Thank you.
-Here are your menus.
Your waitress will be right with you.
Veal pajamas? -I think that's meant to be veal parmigiana, dear.
- That sounds good.
And along with that, I'll order the uncle and aunti-pasto.
-Hello, I'm your waitress, Sophina.
May I take your order? -What do you recommend? Punky pizza and grape Kool-Aid.
-It's the best thing we make.
Actually, it's the only thing we make.
-What about the rest of the menu? -That's history.
-You know, Henry, I have a real taste for Punky pizza and grape Kool-Aid.
-Make that two.
-Great choice.
Hey, Luigi, make Punky pizza for two.
Coming right up! -Can I pour your drinks? - Please do.
Ooh, excellent.
Just the right hint of grape.
-Yes, and a good three pounds of sugar.
-Hi.
I'm Chef Luigi.
And I hope you will like my Punky pizzas.
- They smell absolutely wonderful.
-It's a secret recipe.
Wanna hear it? -Yes.
-First you toast the English muffin.
Then you spray cheeses on it.
Then you add ketchup, bologna, pickles, olives, and my secret ingredient, gum.
-Don't let it get cold! -This is absolutely unbelievable.
-I've never had anything like it.
-Well, enjoy your meal.
Come on, Cherie.
I mean, Luigi.
- Henry, wasn't that thoughtful of Punky and Cherie to go all that trouble for us? -Yes, it was.
They're good kids.
How about a toast? -Here's to Luigi's Punky pizza and us.
-Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Excuse me! -Yeah? -What on Earth are you doing? -I'm Zoltan, the Gypsy violinist.
$0.
25, I play you a song.
-Here's $1.
Get out.
-Gee, thanks, Mr.
Warnimont! -Thanks for your help, Cherie.
I think Henry's on his own from here.
-You're welcome.
Goodnight.
You know, these are really good.
-I'm going to bed.
I'm bushed.
The meal's on the house.
-Thank you.
-Here, you may need this.
Goodnight! -Goodnight, Punky.
- A ring.
Subtlety has never been Punky's strong suit.
-I think she's wonderful.
-Thank you.
So do I.
I told her about our last night together at Luigi's.
I guess she wanted to recreate it for us.
- But, why did she bring you a ring? -Well, the truth is I was going to propose to you that night.
-You were? -Yes.
In fact, I still remember the speech I had prepared.
-I'd love to hear it.
-Snuggums, I know our parents think of us as just two crazy kids, but I knew you were the woman for me as soon as I saw you in Latin club.
I figured, with my summer job and your tips at Roller Burger, we could make a go of it.
If we lived over your folks' garage.
What I'm trying to say is, Margaret, I love you.
Will you marry me? -Yes, Henry, I will.
-You mean then or now? -Are you asking me now? -Yes, I'm asking you now.
Will you marry me? -I will.
- Henry, we have so much lost time to make up for.
-You're right.
We must set the date as soon as possible.
-Yes, this spring.
We can honeymoon in Europe.
We'll take the Concorde to Paris and ride the Orient Express to Istanbul.
-That's wonderful.
Wait a minute.
We can't go in the spring.
Punky's still in school.
We'll have to wait until summer.
-No, I have the perfect solution.
I know a marvelous boarding school in Switzerland-- My niece is enrolled there.
She adores it.
-A boarding school? Absolutely not.
I want Punky with me.
- We can see here on all the holidays.
-Forget it.
-Henry! She'll have the best education possible.
And we'll be able to travel around the world and spend some time by ourselves.
Let's face it, we're at an age where it's difficult to keep up with an eight-year-old.
We could use a little help.
-Maggie, I'd love to see the world with you.
It would be a dream come true.
But I am Punky's foster father.
I took the responsibility for raising her.
And as long as he's here, that's exactly what I'm going to do, even if it means losing you.
-Well, Brandon, looks like it's time for us to hit the road again.
Nothing should stop Henry and Maggie from getting married.
Last time it was Pearl Harbor.
This time it won't be Punky Brewster.
Henry, I only want what's best for Punky.
I want to give her a life of quality.
She has a quality life right here, with me.
I understand that.
Well, then, you also must understand that I won't ship her off to some boarding school.
Punky and I are staying together.