jason: Come on Mike, let's go! mike: I'm not going. maggie: Oh come on Mike, we'll miss the movie. mike: Mom, people will see me. jason: No they won't it's a drive in. mike: Ok.
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mike: And he's tearing up the board folks, this man cannot be stopped! Alright give me your best shot here Carol, I feel hot, I feel ready. carol: Ok. Ha ha ha! What nineteen fifty seven, Roger Coreman film, starred Pamela Duncan and Richard Garland? mike: What are they serious?carol: Aha.
ago. maggie: Jason! jason: Maggie, maybe we're being a little too hard on him, you know not all kids have to get A's. maggie: But for the last couple of years it's been getting worse. Well that's what puberty's for; you take a difficult situation and you make it impossible. maggie: Where you been Mike? mike: Oh, I thought I'd go look for Duke. jason: Mike, Duke ran away six months ago. mike: So!
jason: And he wasn't our dog. mike: But what does that really mean Dad? "Our dog". I mean can one person ever really own, another living thing? maggie: Hey I got a great idea. Why don't we all take a look at what's in this envelope. mike: Oh, Ok. "If your name is Mike Seaver you may have already won two million Dollars". Hey look Mom, before you get too upset, ah, you should know that some of these grades might be wrong. maggie: Mmmm. jason: What scares us, is that some of them might be right. mike: Hey I got a C average. That's not bad, it's average. maggie: Is that what you wanna be Mike? Average? mike: Well it's a higher C, so actually it's a little above average. jason: Don't they have C pluses for that? mike: Well it's not that high! maggie: You could do better than this. Can't you?
mike: Dad, I can do it! I mean I'm passing aren't I? Look you don't have to go putting me in with the rejects! carol: Hey Mike! Wanna finish our game? mike: Er, no, I wouldn't want to keep you from admiring you A's...please go ahead, don't let me stop you. carol: Come on Mike! mike: Ah come on, don't be modest Carol! Let's share this special moment. Oh I'm so proud of you Carol...Algebra, A. Social Studies, A. Advanced Nerdiness, A plus. carol: I'm not a nerd! mike: Hey Carol! There's nothing wrong with being a nerd. I mean without nerds, who would
by all nerds, who would buy all the back-to-school supplies? Who would dig the guys on the Math team? And who would raise their hand in class and go, "Ooh ooh ooh ooh!!!" carol: Well, you're just jealous because you never get good grades! mike: Look if I studied, I could probably get all A's. carol: You couldn't get an A in lunch as a second language! mike: Oh that's funny carol! You ever considered being a stand-up? Maybe you could do like Chemistry comedy and stuff. carol: Oh you're such a jerk. If you could get such good grades then don't you study? mike: Because I have better things to do. carol: Like what? Like getting Lloyd Kreager to laugh milk out of his nose. mike: No! Like hanging out with friends. Which certain people don't have.
will know how stupid we are. Our brothers and sisters will know how stupid we are. I can only assume, the whole state of Idaho will know how stupid we are! mike: Our parents get these results? richie: I'll never hear the end of it. "Poor Richie, he's just not as smart as his brother David. Our David is pre-law at Princeton this year. Oh hi Richie! Could you take out the garbage please. We're hoping he can do it professionally some day". mike: Richie, what do you care about your brother? I mean so he's a nerd. Every family's got a nerd. richie: Hang on, that's right, you've got Carol. She's a genius! You're gonna look like a tree stump next to her.
mike: No I'm not! Cause for one thing, I'm just as smart as she is. And for another thing, I happen not to believe in these tests. You know what I do? I don't even read the questions, I just fill in the computer dots in a pretty pattern like this. teacher: Alright! You may begin! richie: You're crazy! What are you doing? mike: Oh, it's a self portrait. They're gonna love this is in Idaho.
jason: Alright Mr Ellis. Is there anything else you'd like to talk about before we stop for today? mr ellis: No! Everything's just great. jason: Good. Ok, well I think we're making some real progress here with your problem.mr ellis: What problem's that?
ben: What's a "pip"? jason: A state of mind (phone rings) ben: Hello. Ok, wait one second. It's for you. jason: Oooh! Don't go away now, we're not done. Hello...well no, my wife is at work. Yes, yes of course if it's important. Alright, I'll see you then. Hey Ben will you turn that off please. Yeah Maggie, can you meet me down at the high school in about a half an hour? Well it's the school psychologist. It's about Mike.
psychologist: Dr. and Mrs. Seaver. We have some concern over...breath mint? No...over the
results of Mike's IQ test. maggie: Why? What did he get? jason: Now, then Maggie, you know these are highly subjective, many diagnosticians, they don't even consider these to mean....What did he get? psychologist: He got....Well let me just put this in context for you Mrs. Seaver. Now a score of a hundred is about average, a hundred and twenty is very bright, a hundred and forty is considered a genius, and a hundred and sixty is..... maggie: What did Mike get? psychologist: twenty seven. Maggie: What? This is ridiculous. I mean this is obviously a mistake. psychologist: I'm sorry Mrs. Seaver. We checked and double checked. Ant-acid? maggie: NO! jason: Twenty seven?
jason: No Dr. Marlands, our son is not brain damaged! psychologist: Ok! Just checking. Now look. Mike's file indicates he's always had ah, how shall we say?...a problem with authority. For example, it says here that last year he placed a litter ofbabygerbils....intoMrs.O'Brian'sKleenexbox,andwhenshewenttoblowhernose…haha ha ha...the whole pack must just have....Oh look, excuse me. There's so little joy in my job,
and he's got a lot of good stuff in here. jason: Thank you. Dr. Marlands, what are you getting at? psychologist: You see this. This is a normal test answer sheet. It's a mess...little dots are scattered randomly around the page. You see this. This is your son's answer sheet. The dots make little pictures of houses, airplanes. Look here, there's even one of a young woman's body in profile...nice figure. maggie: So you're saying, you're saying that Mike did this intentionally? psychologist: Well either that Mrs. Seaver, or he's a highly artistic imbecile.
(Mike is playing the guitar)
carol: What is it? That's pretty. mike: Nothing. carol: Well erm, heard you got called down to the school psychologist today. mike: Oh yeah. Mom and Dad are down there right now. carol: They are? Why? What'd you do? mike: I only got a twenty seven on my IQ test. carol: Ah well, you know Mom and Dad really don't care about sort of thing, so don't feel bad...You got a twenty seven!! mike: Hey, I did it on purpose bone head. I mean I didn't even read the questions. carol: What? mike: Hey well, I know I'm brilliant, so I figure, why waste my valuable time on playing fill in the dots. carol: Come on! You didn't really do that.
jason: Mike!! mike: No, but hey that's ok, I mean you guys got one smart kid. Mrs. straight A's here, can go and become and astronaut and Mikey can always mix the Tang no problem. jason: Why don't just let him cool off.
mike: What do you want? carol: Nothing really, I mean I just.... mike: Why don't you just get out of here. carol: Look Mike! You're not really stupid. mike: Well thanks Carol, I'm deeply touched by your superiority.
carol: I hope I don't make you feel stupid Mike. mike: You don't make me feel stupid alright. Just get out of here, ok. Nobody makes me feel stupid, 'cause I'm not stupid. carol: I said that. mike: Well maybe I was just too stupid to understand. carol: Mike, come on I mean, you're always calling me a nerd and stuff, and I dunno, I guess I was just trying to get you back. I guess because you're older and cooler and everything, and I just figured that I was the only one who was getting hurt. I mean I am a sort of a nerd but, you're not really stupid. mike: Oh, so I guess it's just coincidence that you get all the A' s and I get all the C's. carol: Look! I don't know why you don't get good grades, I mean, maybe it has something to
carol: You see that wasn't...just intelligent, that was actually very...creative. mike: Ah, you were just a sucker. carol: You see, that's my point, I mean, I do dumb things all the time, and...and you do smart things...when you feel like it. mike: Well... carol: Well hey why do you think Mom's always telling you to shut your smart mouth. I mean it takes brains and hard work to be as obnoxious as you are! mike: Yeah. I guess it does. But when you love what you do, it really doesn't seem like hard work. carol: I mean...for all we know, you and me might have the same IQ.
mike: Yeah, who knows? Mine might even be higher! carol: Let's not get hysterical now mike: Hey Carol....thanks. carol: You jerk! mike: Nerd! I...I meant that in a nice way.
jason: Aha, thank you. Yes thank you very much. Alright. Bye-bye. Hey Mike, Dr. Mylands says you can take that IQ test over again on Saturday morning ten o' clock. mike: Oh that's great Dad, but I've been thinking about it and I'm kind of happy with the twenty seven. jason: Mike! mike: Yes Dad, Ok, I'll take it. jason: Ah yeah!! Ah yeah!!
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Carol: Where are my wise men? Mike: Taking the A train. Carol: Mike what are the wise men doing on the train track? Mi: Well they're wise men. They must know what they are doing Carol: Mike, come on. It's a miracle. Jason: Mike!
Maggie: Well Ben maybe Santa just hasn't brought it yet. Ben: O come on. There's no such thing as Santa. Jason: Hey Ben. You know that for a fact? Ben: Ok ok. I'll tell you what. I'll go get my self some Christmas cookies, and who knows, maybe Santa will decide that this is the perfect opportunity to bring my present. Know what I mean? Carol: So when are you guys going to pick it up? Maggie: Around four. Carol: Oh! He's going to be so excited.
Maggie: So Jason. How excited am I going to be about my present? Jason: Well that depends. Have you been naughty or have you been nice? Maggie: I've been nice and naughty. Jason: Santa likes it when you talk like that. Hey everybody! It's snowing. Everyone: Oh on Christmas!Mike: Look at it! Maggie: Oh, it's beautiful. Mike: You know Christmas is sort of neat with just the five of us hanging out. A nice warm house, kind of getting into the spirit. Everyone: Mike! Mike: Hey you think I like being obnoxious all the time? Everyone: Uh hu! Mike: Yeah, I guess I do.
Door Bell
Mike: I'll get it.
Mr. Bodewell: Same reason everyone hates me. I make people uncomfortable. Look at you, you're fidgeting
Jason: I'm not fidgeting. Ok now Walter what is the one thing in your life that bothers you the most? Mr. Bodewell: Those little subscription cards that fall out of magazines. Jason: Walter!Mr. Bodewell: Being alone. Jason: Yes. And don't you think those kids at the orphanage are lonely too? Mr. Bodewell: Yeah. But I don't know how to talk to kid’s doc. Jason: Well relax. Be yourself. You'll know what to say.
Mr. Bodewell: Well I've been kicking around a few things. Jason: Good! Imagine you have just come into the orphanage and you are surrounded by all those happy little faces. Now what do you say? Mr. Bodewell: To whom it may concern. It has come to my attention that tomorrow is Christmas. Consequently I bring items in conjunction with... Jason: Walter, I wonder if as an accountant you might have a tendency to be a little... Mr. Bodewell: I know, I know. Too formal. Jason: I don't know that that much talk is expected of Santa. I might just go with something more traditional. You know like: Ho Ho Ho, boy do I have gifts for you. Mr. Bodewell: You have obviously worked with children. Jason: Come on Walter. You'll be fine. Mr. Bodewell: Oh Doc, I don't even know if I brought the right gifts.
Ben: I'm getting pretty sick of this particular folk hero. Jason: I wouldn't say that too loudly. Maggie: Bye guys. Mike: Bye. Have fun! Ben: Mike Carol. Carol Mike. Do you know what Christmas means to me? It means caring, sharing. Mike and Carol: We're not telling you Ben. Mike: But I like your style.
Ben: Who do you have to talk to, to get some hard facts around here? Mike: Well I’d look for a fat man in a red suit.
Door Bell rings
Mike: Mr. Bodewell! Mr. Bodewell: Is your father here? Mike: No, he stepped out for a minute. Carol: Would you like to come in and wait? Mr. Bodewell: No, I can't wait. Mike: Ok. I'll tell him you were here. Merry Christmas!
Carol: He sure looked unhappy. Ben: Mike, Carol, Carol, Mike. One dollar for the hiding place. Mike: Ben that is hardly the Christmas spirit. Ben: Ten bucks?
Mike: Christmas Eve. A real stuff your face holiday. Carol: Come on Ben. Let's have some eggnog. Ben: Mike, Carol, Santa's on the roof and look what he gave me. Mike: Raw meat! Ben what are you talking about? Ben: Come on. Santa, my brother and sister are here. You got anything for them?
Mike: Tupperware! Voice: Oh it’s for the young lady, and would you please get out of there. Mike: Mr. Bodewell? Mr. Bodewell: You got it. Carol: Mr. Bodewell, what are you doing up there? Mr. Bodewell: I'm going to dive down your chimney. Head first. Carol: Oh my god! He's going to commit suicide in our fireplace. Mike: Ok, I'm going to call the cops.
Mr. Bodewell: No! No cops. Mike; Ok, I didn't say cops. I said mops. Mr. Bodewell: Well no mops either. Carol: No mops. Mike: Right, or cleaning supplies of any kind. Carol: Mr. Bodewell, just stay where you are. (whispers) I'll be right back. I think you are supposed to keep him talking. Ben: Even after he jumps? Mike: Hi Mr. Bodewell, why don't you come down and have some eggnog? Mr. Bodewell: I’m about to kill myself and you’re offering my eggnog? Mike: Well it says here "Festive for all occasion" Ben: Oh Mike! Mike: Ok Ben. Your turn.
Maggie and Jason: Here comes Santa clause, here comes Santa Clause, right ... Ben: Down the chimney! Jason: What? Carol: Mr. Bodewell is on the roof and he's about to jump down the chimney. Maggie: Oh my god! Carol: Mr. Bodewell. Jason: Walter. Mr. Bodewell: Don't come near me doc. I swear I'll dive.
