Family Affair (1966) s01e08 Episode Script
Who's Afraid of Nural Shpeni?
1
I say, you chaps are very proud of your
sister, aren't you?
Oh, thank you, Miss Spinney, thank you.
Now you must call her Noural.
Oh, no, no, no, no, it's impossible.
I insist.
Oh, well, in that case, she must not call
me Mr. French, no.
No, no, I suggest that she call me just,
uh, French.
French.
Noural.
Then, suddenly a shadow appeared over
Sinbad.
He heard a flapping of wings and looked
up.
A monstrous bird with claws outstretched
was swooping down on him.
Ooh!
That's scary.
What happened next, Mr. French?
Suddenly, the monstrous bird released its
grip.
Sinbad started to fall.
Down and down he fell.
Did he have a parachute, Mr. French?
Oh, well, we'll find out after I've
answered the telephone, hmm?
Excuse me.
Mr. Davis' residence.
Oh, it's you, sir.
It's Mr. Davis calling from Lebanon.
How is the project, sir?
Oh, really?
Well, sir, I trust that you're able to enjoy
some of the famous delicacies of that nation.
Oh, the food.
The food's great here.
Yeah, they do all kinds of nutty things with
lamb and grape leaves and rice and stuff like that.
I gotta find a place in New York that
cooks that way.
Well, I'll be home Saturday night.
Right.
Are the kids handy?
Oh, Buffy and Jody are here, sir.
Let me talk to Uncle Bill.
Me first.
I'm five minutes older than you.
Hello, Uncle Bill.
Hi, Jody.
What?
No, no, no.
The sun's not shining, but the moon is.
That's right.
Well, it's a little involved for long-distance
telephoning, but I'll explain it to you soon.
I'll tell you all about it Saturday when I
get home.
Okay, bye.
Hi, Buffy.
Hi, Uncle Bill.
Jody hopes you're going to bring us some
more presents.
Buffy, you're the one who hoped out first.
All right, just for that, I'm not bringing
a present for any of you.
Nope, just for Mrs. Beasley.
That's right.
Bye.
Perhaps this time we'll surprise him.
A restaurant featuring the cuisine of
Lebanon right here in this apartment.
Now, come on, children.
Comb your hair and brush your teeth, and
we'll go off and buy some Middle Eastern delights.
Here we are.
Oh, it's a long time since I shopped at
Mr. Fuent's store.
Look, it's Officer Chambers.
Hello, Buffy, Jody.
Hi.
Well, hello, Officer Chambers.
I didn't know you liked this stuff.
This stuff, as you call it, is considered
a delicacy by gourmets.
Maybe so, but my mom and dad came from
Beirut, and I was raised on it.
Just give me roast beef and mashed
potatoes.
Go on, children.
Good day, sir.
Assalamu alaikum.
You speak Arabic?
Oh, to a limited extent, madam.
We were once in the employ of a close
friend of the Shah of Morocco.
Tell me, is Mr. Fuad about?
Yes.
I shall be most pleased to call my cousin
for you.
Fuad?
Look!
He's just like the picture in the Sinbad
book.
And you said they didn't have those kind
anymore.
My children, this is my friend,
Mr. Fuad.
Mr. French.
It has been a long time.
How have you been?
Oh, splendid.
Thank you.
Splendid.
Oh, may I present my cousin, Miss Noural
Spain.
Oh, chance to meet you.
For me also.
Oh, and her brothers, my cousins,
Alama Mohamed.
Ah, Salaam Alaikum.
And may I present Miss Buffy and Master
Jody.
How do you do?
How do you do?
Mr. French, these are your children?
To me, no, sir, no.
They are the wards of my present employer.
Now, sir, I am very happily unmarried.
We're here to purchase the ingredients
from Mojave.
Now, let me see, sir.
I shall need olive oil, grape leaves,
crushed wheat, turmeric.
Turmeric?
Turmeric.
Turmeric, yes.
This should do very nicely.
Mr. French, turmeric in Mojave?
In Morocco, one uses turmeric.
Morocco?
Shh.
I'm sorry, but that's what I learned to
make it.
Mr. French, you must let my cousin, Miss
Noura Al-Shbaini, teach you the correct way.
Please.
My kitchen is your kitchen.
Well, I accept your offer.
May I suggest tomorrow evening?
I am your humble servant, Mr. French.
Thank you.
Good day, madam.
Come, Buffy.
Come, Jody.
Such a fine beard.
I only see that he is prosperous.
Best of all, he is unmarried.
I like him.
I'll tell you, Dr. Sarkis, now is the best
time to put up that additional wing while
we've still got the heavy equipment out on
the construction site.
But it's a matter of money.
It will cost millions more.
Well, maybe you better come back to the States
with me when I go and get your additional financing.
I think I've already borrowed enough on my
professional reputation.
How bad do you want that new wing?
Very badly, for my research.
All right.
I will come to America with you.
Excuse the interrupt, Mr. Davis.
Oh, come in, come in.
Ah, you brought it.
Exactly.
As you wish.
You like?
I like.
Mrs. Beasley is going to love that.
Mrs. Beasley?
Mrs. Beasley is my niece's doll.
Oh, I'm relieved.
For a moment, I visualized Mrs. Beasley as
an old lady of 15 inches in height.
Oh.
Now, first, we must add the hounded lamb
to the crushed wheat.
Oh, no, Mr. French.
First, you add the crushed wheat to the
pounded lamb.
Crushed.
Mr. French, that was the most beautiful
mouhrabieh I have ever seen.
Entirely through your efforts,
Miss Bailey.
Well, good night.
Good night.
And goodbye.
Goodbye.
No, no, Mr. French, not goodbye.
Goodbye.
You must come back.
Cook mouhrabieh again.
It is good to practice cooking before your
employer returns.
Very well.
I shall return for my graduation ceremony
tomorrow night.
He will return tomorrow.
And he kissed your hand.
Thank you.
Oh, come, gentlemen.
Isn't this rather too much to make over my
cooking one simple dish?
We honor you as our guest.
And now we show you a sample of our native
dances.
You know, I've been trying to tell the children
that the Arabian nights were just fantasies.
Tonight, I'm not so sure.
Beautiful, is she not?
Oh, yes, beautiful.
Strong, too.
See those shoulders?
She can carry two sacks of wheat at the
same time.
Like an ox.
I say, you chaps are very proud of your
sister, aren't you?
Oh, thank you, Miss Spinney, thank you.
Now you must call her Nuraz.
Oh, no, no, no.
Oh, no, it's impossible, no.
I insist.
Oh, well, in that case, um, she must not
call me Mr. French, no.
No, I suggest that she call me just,
uh, French.
French.
Nuraz.
Yo, what's this?
The cloak of joy, signifying the
betrothal.
No, betrothal.
For the marriage.
For what marriage?
Your marriage to Norell, of course.
Brother.
Sir, I am not your brother.
Of course not, Mohad.
Not for another week yet.
There must be some misunderstanding.
Mr. French, as you well know, this is our
ancient custom in Lebanon.
When a man cooks for a woman, it is a
promise of marriage.
Tell them, this was just a cooking lesson.
Mr. French, in the eyes of my family,
I am compromised.
Compromised?
Mr. French, has honor changed?
I don't know what you're talking about,
honor, indeed.
Why, I hadn't even considered the
possibility of marriage.
Take your time.
Consider it.
And consider the beautiful, obedient
Norelle as your wife.
So inexpensive.
Certainly.
Take your time.
The marriage cannot possibly take place
for several days.
Oh, it is perfect.
Only an Englishman would let honor force
him into something out of the question.
But great.
Hey, where's the welcoming committee?
That's not too far.
Uncle Bill!
Hi, sister.
How was Lebanon?
Well, Lebanon was great, but I am glad to
be home.
Where's French?
Oh, he's around some place.
What's the surprise for Mrs. Beasley?
Oh, no.
Mrs. Beasley.
Oh, there you are.
You just slipped that on Mrs. Beasley for
size.
Mrs. Beasley, look, a new dress.
Oh, it's you, sir.
I thought I heard the bells.
Why, I didn't ring the bell, French.
I used my key.
Oh, of course, sir, yes.
We didn't expect you back till Saturday,
sir.
This is Saturday.
Yes, to be sure, sir.
Uh, dinner at the usual hour?
Sure.
Mr. French!
Oh, excuse me, sir, I'll unpack your bag.
How long has he been like that?
Day before yesterday.
But he says nothing is wrong.
Well, there's something wrong with him.
Looks like he's in another world.
Thanks.
Thank you for the dinner.
I'm glad you could come.
Listen, um, Dr. Sargis, I don't like to
involve you in a private thing,
but, uh, what do you think about him?
I doubt if it's anything serious.
His mind seems to be overwhelmed by some
personal problem.
What kind of a problem?
Well, I, as a stranger, would not know.
Perhaps you could find out.
I'll try.
Bye.
Goodbye, Dax.
Can I come in, French?
Oh, of course, sir.
Welcome home, sir.
Yes, sir.
French, we've been together a long time
now, many years.
Many years, sir.
Now, I've never interfered in your
personal affairs, nor you in mine.
Nor I in yours, sir.
French, will you listen to me?
Now, French, the gentleman that dined with
us tonight is an eminent psychiatrist,
a psychiatrist in his country, and, uh, well, he
seems to think that you might have a little problem.
Yes, sir, Mr. Davis, what I need, sir,
is not a psychiatrist, but a magician.
Well, French, now, in my business,
you know, every once in a while we have a
problem that doesn't seem to have any solution, but we
always find out that the answer's there all the time.
Well, I know the answer, sir, and being a
man of honor, there can be only one
answer, and that is my problem,
sir.
Thank you, Mr. Davis.
I shall retire, sir, and think about it.
French, this is your room.
Oh, yes, of course.
I think we better talk about it right now.
Very well, sir.
It all started
with the Arabian Nights, Sinbad,
Murabieh, and, uh, Miss Nural Shpenny, sir.
Gentlemen, may I serve you?
Mr. Fuad?
I am Fuad, the proprietor.
Ah.
My name is Davis, Mr. Fuad, and this is
Dr. Sarkis from Beirut.
The great Dr. Sarkis, here in my humble
shop.
Oh, this is the honor of honors.
What can I possibly offer such a great
man?
Well, uh, we came about Mr. French.
He send you?
Oh, no, no.
Mr. French doesn't even know we're here.
You see, we just found out about his
forthcoming marriage.
And, well, I brought Dr. Sarkis along
because, well, as you know, he's the
foremost expert on marriage customs in
your country.
Dr. Sarkis, Mr. Davis, these are the
brothers, Halama Wahad.
Their sister is the betrothed, Ms. Nur
al-Shpain, who was compromised by your Mr.
French.
Do they come to interfere?
Oh, no, no, Mr. French.
Sure as me that Ms. Shpain is the loveliest
and gentlest and most desirable of women.
He does?
Oh, yes.
I've explained to Mr. French that in our
country we bring up women to be good wives.
Then you do not object, kind sir?
Oh, certainly not.
No, not since Dr. Sarkis explained about
the customs.
What customs?
Well, for one, if an unmarried
man, cooks for an unmarried
woman, it is our way of
asking her hand in marriage.
Oh, that custom.
Of course, Mr. French is honor bound to
keep his word as gentleman.
This is a moment of great happiness for
us.
Well, I guess that settles it then.
Should we not tell them the other customs
now, Bill?
Oh, no, no, that's not necessary.
All right.
Wait!
Wait!
What other customs?
Well, other marriage customs, naturally.
Such as what?
Oh, well, if a bride is over 30 years of age, her
family must give half their worldly goods to the groom.
Yeah.
That's very tough on the family.
It's tough, it's tough.
Dr. Sarkis, if anyone but you had told us
this, I would accuse him of making it up.
A famous doctor.
Come in, please.
Mr. French, I am so sorry.
There's no need to bring a police officer.
All right.
I gave you my word, and I will honor it.
Mr. Davis, please.
Permit me to introduce my betrothed,
Miss Neural Spenny and her families.
A bride-to-be.
Won't you come in?
Be comfortable.
Sit down.
No, kind sir.
We can only stay for a moment.
Yes, our sister has a few words to say to
Mr. French.
Oh.
Yes, Miss Spenny.
Mr. French, you are an honorable man.
I respect you.
You do not love me, yet you would marry me
as a matter of honor.
Miss Spenny, why did you bring a
policeman?
He is a policeman.
He is Lebanese.
He is also my beloved.
Officer Chamas, your beloved?
Miss Spenny, are you trying to break your
engagement to Mr. French?
Yes.
I asked him to release me so I can marry
Officer Chamas.
But, Miss Spenny, you're a native
customer.
I cooked mojrabieh for you.
According to Officer Chamas, in New York
City, mojrabieh doesn't mean a thing.
Oh, Miss Spenny, I release you.
I do, I do.
I release you reluctantly.
Oh!
I give you a hand, Mr. French.
Bye-bye.
Well, okay.
Oh, sirs, I'm the luckiest man alive.
I don't know how it happened, sir, but I've
been spared from a terrible, terrible fate, sir.
All right, get in the kitchen and start cooking
up that mocha, alababa, whatever you call it.
Dr. Sarkis is anxious to try it.
Oh, yes.
All right.
Then Alibaba stood before the great cave
and intoned the terrible words, open sesame.
What's the matter, Mr. French?
What happened then?
On second thoughts, Buffy, I think we'll
read Winnie the Pooh.
Winnie the Pooh.
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I say, you chaps are very proud of your
sister, aren't you?
Oh, thank you, Miss Spinney, thank you.
Now you must call her Noural.
Oh, no, no, no, no, it's impossible.
I insist.
Oh, well, in that case, she must not call
me Mr. French, no.
No, no, I suggest that she call me just,
uh, French.
French.
Noural.
Then, suddenly a shadow appeared over
Sinbad.
He heard a flapping of wings and looked
up.
A monstrous bird with claws outstretched
was swooping down on him.
Ooh!
That's scary.
What happened next, Mr. French?
Suddenly, the monstrous bird released its
grip.
Sinbad started to fall.
Down and down he fell.
Did he have a parachute, Mr. French?
Oh, well, we'll find out after I've
answered the telephone, hmm?
Excuse me.
Mr. Davis' residence.
Oh, it's you, sir.
It's Mr. Davis calling from Lebanon.
How is the project, sir?
Oh, really?
Well, sir, I trust that you're able to enjoy
some of the famous delicacies of that nation.
Oh, the food.
The food's great here.
Yeah, they do all kinds of nutty things with
lamb and grape leaves and rice and stuff like that.
I gotta find a place in New York that
cooks that way.
Well, I'll be home Saturday night.
Right.
Are the kids handy?
Oh, Buffy and Jody are here, sir.
Let me talk to Uncle Bill.
Me first.
I'm five minutes older than you.
Hello, Uncle Bill.
Hi, Jody.
What?
No, no, no.
The sun's not shining, but the moon is.
That's right.
Well, it's a little involved for long-distance
telephoning, but I'll explain it to you soon.
I'll tell you all about it Saturday when I
get home.
Okay, bye.
Hi, Buffy.
Hi, Uncle Bill.
Jody hopes you're going to bring us some
more presents.
Buffy, you're the one who hoped out first.
All right, just for that, I'm not bringing
a present for any of you.
Nope, just for Mrs. Beasley.
That's right.
Bye.
Perhaps this time we'll surprise him.
A restaurant featuring the cuisine of
Lebanon right here in this apartment.
Now, come on, children.
Comb your hair and brush your teeth, and
we'll go off and buy some Middle Eastern delights.
Here we are.
Oh, it's a long time since I shopped at
Mr. Fuent's store.
Look, it's Officer Chambers.
Hello, Buffy, Jody.
Hi.
Well, hello, Officer Chambers.
I didn't know you liked this stuff.
This stuff, as you call it, is considered
a delicacy by gourmets.
Maybe so, but my mom and dad came from
Beirut, and I was raised on it.
Just give me roast beef and mashed
potatoes.
Go on, children.
Good day, sir.
Assalamu alaikum.
You speak Arabic?
Oh, to a limited extent, madam.
We were once in the employ of a close
friend of the Shah of Morocco.
Tell me, is Mr. Fuad about?
Yes.
I shall be most pleased to call my cousin
for you.
Fuad?
Look!
He's just like the picture in the Sinbad
book.
And you said they didn't have those kind
anymore.
My children, this is my friend,
Mr. Fuad.
Mr. French.
It has been a long time.
How have you been?
Oh, splendid.
Thank you.
Splendid.
Oh, may I present my cousin, Miss Noural
Spain.
Oh, chance to meet you.
For me also.
Oh, and her brothers, my cousins,
Alama Mohamed.
Ah, Salaam Alaikum.
And may I present Miss Buffy and Master
Jody.
How do you do?
How do you do?
Mr. French, these are your children?
To me, no, sir, no.
They are the wards of my present employer.
Now, sir, I am very happily unmarried.
We're here to purchase the ingredients
from Mojave.
Now, let me see, sir.
I shall need olive oil, grape leaves,
crushed wheat, turmeric.
Turmeric?
Turmeric.
Turmeric, yes.
This should do very nicely.
Mr. French, turmeric in Mojave?
In Morocco, one uses turmeric.
Morocco?
Shh.
I'm sorry, but that's what I learned to
make it.
Mr. French, you must let my cousin, Miss
Noura Al-Shbaini, teach you the correct way.
Please.
My kitchen is your kitchen.
Well, I accept your offer.
May I suggest tomorrow evening?
I am your humble servant, Mr. French.
Thank you.
Good day, madam.
Come, Buffy.
Come, Jody.
Such a fine beard.
I only see that he is prosperous.
Best of all, he is unmarried.
I like him.
I'll tell you, Dr. Sarkis, now is the best
time to put up that additional wing while
we've still got the heavy equipment out on
the construction site.
But it's a matter of money.
It will cost millions more.
Well, maybe you better come back to the States
with me when I go and get your additional financing.
I think I've already borrowed enough on my
professional reputation.
How bad do you want that new wing?
Very badly, for my research.
All right.
I will come to America with you.
Excuse the interrupt, Mr. Davis.
Oh, come in, come in.
Ah, you brought it.
Exactly.
As you wish.
You like?
I like.
Mrs. Beasley is going to love that.
Mrs. Beasley?
Mrs. Beasley is my niece's doll.
Oh, I'm relieved.
For a moment, I visualized Mrs. Beasley as
an old lady of 15 inches in height.
Oh.
Now, first, we must add the hounded lamb
to the crushed wheat.
Oh, no, Mr. French.
First, you add the crushed wheat to the
pounded lamb.
Crushed.
Mr. French, that was the most beautiful
mouhrabieh I have ever seen.
Entirely through your efforts,
Miss Bailey.
Well, good night.
Good night.
And goodbye.
Goodbye.
No, no, Mr. French, not goodbye.
Goodbye.
You must come back.
Cook mouhrabieh again.
It is good to practice cooking before your
employer returns.
Very well.
I shall return for my graduation ceremony
tomorrow night.
He will return tomorrow.
And he kissed your hand.
Thank you.
Oh, come, gentlemen.
Isn't this rather too much to make over my
cooking one simple dish?
We honor you as our guest.
And now we show you a sample of our native
dances.
You know, I've been trying to tell the children
that the Arabian nights were just fantasies.
Tonight, I'm not so sure.
Beautiful, is she not?
Oh, yes, beautiful.
Strong, too.
See those shoulders?
She can carry two sacks of wheat at the
same time.
Like an ox.
I say, you chaps are very proud of your
sister, aren't you?
Oh, thank you, Miss Spinney, thank you.
Now you must call her Nuraz.
Oh, no, no, no.
Oh, no, it's impossible, no.
I insist.
Oh, well, in that case, um, she must not
call me Mr. French, no.
No, I suggest that she call me just,
uh, French.
French.
Nuraz.
Yo, what's this?
The cloak of joy, signifying the
betrothal.
No, betrothal.
For the marriage.
For what marriage?
Your marriage to Norell, of course.
Brother.
Sir, I am not your brother.
Of course not, Mohad.
Not for another week yet.
There must be some misunderstanding.
Mr. French, as you well know, this is our
ancient custom in Lebanon.
When a man cooks for a woman, it is a
promise of marriage.
Tell them, this was just a cooking lesson.
Mr. French, in the eyes of my family,
I am compromised.
Compromised?
Mr. French, has honor changed?
I don't know what you're talking about,
honor, indeed.
Why, I hadn't even considered the
possibility of marriage.
Take your time.
Consider it.
And consider the beautiful, obedient
Norelle as your wife.
So inexpensive.
Certainly.
Take your time.
The marriage cannot possibly take place
for several days.
Oh, it is perfect.
Only an Englishman would let honor force
him into something out of the question.
But great.
Hey, where's the welcoming committee?
That's not too far.
Uncle Bill!
Hi, sister.
How was Lebanon?
Well, Lebanon was great, but I am glad to
be home.
Where's French?
Oh, he's around some place.
What's the surprise for Mrs. Beasley?
Oh, no.
Mrs. Beasley.
Oh, there you are.
You just slipped that on Mrs. Beasley for
size.
Mrs. Beasley, look, a new dress.
Oh, it's you, sir.
I thought I heard the bells.
Why, I didn't ring the bell, French.
I used my key.
Oh, of course, sir, yes.
We didn't expect you back till Saturday,
sir.
This is Saturday.
Yes, to be sure, sir.
Uh, dinner at the usual hour?
Sure.
Mr. French!
Oh, excuse me, sir, I'll unpack your bag.
How long has he been like that?
Day before yesterday.
But he says nothing is wrong.
Well, there's something wrong with him.
Looks like he's in another world.
Thanks.
Thank you for the dinner.
I'm glad you could come.
Listen, um, Dr. Sargis, I don't like to
involve you in a private thing,
but, uh, what do you think about him?
I doubt if it's anything serious.
His mind seems to be overwhelmed by some
personal problem.
What kind of a problem?
Well, I, as a stranger, would not know.
Perhaps you could find out.
I'll try.
Bye.
Goodbye, Dax.
Can I come in, French?
Oh, of course, sir.
Welcome home, sir.
Yes, sir.
French, we've been together a long time
now, many years.
Many years, sir.
Now, I've never interfered in your
personal affairs, nor you in mine.
Nor I in yours, sir.
French, will you listen to me?
Now, French, the gentleman that dined with
us tonight is an eminent psychiatrist,
a psychiatrist in his country, and, uh, well, he
seems to think that you might have a little problem.
Yes, sir, Mr. Davis, what I need, sir,
is not a psychiatrist, but a magician.
Well, French, now, in my business,
you know, every once in a while we have a
problem that doesn't seem to have any solution, but we
always find out that the answer's there all the time.
Well, I know the answer, sir, and being a
man of honor, there can be only one
answer, and that is my problem,
sir.
Thank you, Mr. Davis.
I shall retire, sir, and think about it.
French, this is your room.
Oh, yes, of course.
I think we better talk about it right now.
Very well, sir.
It all started
with the Arabian Nights, Sinbad,
Murabieh, and, uh, Miss Nural Shpenny, sir.
Gentlemen, may I serve you?
Mr. Fuad?
I am Fuad, the proprietor.
Ah.
My name is Davis, Mr. Fuad, and this is
Dr. Sarkis from Beirut.
The great Dr. Sarkis, here in my humble
shop.
Oh, this is the honor of honors.
What can I possibly offer such a great
man?
Well, uh, we came about Mr. French.
He send you?
Oh, no, no.
Mr. French doesn't even know we're here.
You see, we just found out about his
forthcoming marriage.
And, well, I brought Dr. Sarkis along
because, well, as you know, he's the
foremost expert on marriage customs in
your country.
Dr. Sarkis, Mr. Davis, these are the
brothers, Halama Wahad.
Their sister is the betrothed, Ms. Nur
al-Shpain, who was compromised by your Mr.
French.
Do they come to interfere?
Oh, no, no, Mr. French.
Sure as me that Ms. Shpain is the loveliest
and gentlest and most desirable of women.
He does?
Oh, yes.
I've explained to Mr. French that in our
country we bring up women to be good wives.
Then you do not object, kind sir?
Oh, certainly not.
No, not since Dr. Sarkis explained about
the customs.
What customs?
Well, for one, if an unmarried
man, cooks for an unmarried
woman, it is our way of
asking her hand in marriage.
Oh, that custom.
Of course, Mr. French is honor bound to
keep his word as gentleman.
This is a moment of great happiness for
us.
Well, I guess that settles it then.
Should we not tell them the other customs
now, Bill?
Oh, no, no, that's not necessary.
All right.
Wait!
Wait!
What other customs?
Well, other marriage customs, naturally.
Such as what?
Oh, well, if a bride is over 30 years of age, her
family must give half their worldly goods to the groom.
Yeah.
That's very tough on the family.
It's tough, it's tough.
Dr. Sarkis, if anyone but you had told us
this, I would accuse him of making it up.
A famous doctor.
Come in, please.
Mr. French, I am so sorry.
There's no need to bring a police officer.
All right.
I gave you my word, and I will honor it.
Mr. Davis, please.
Permit me to introduce my betrothed,
Miss Neural Spenny and her families.
A bride-to-be.
Won't you come in?
Be comfortable.
Sit down.
No, kind sir.
We can only stay for a moment.
Yes, our sister has a few words to say to
Mr. French.
Oh.
Yes, Miss Spenny.
Mr. French, you are an honorable man.
I respect you.
You do not love me, yet you would marry me
as a matter of honor.
Miss Spenny, why did you bring a
policeman?
He is a policeman.
He is Lebanese.
He is also my beloved.
Officer Chamas, your beloved?
Miss Spenny, are you trying to break your
engagement to Mr. French?
Yes.
I asked him to release me so I can marry
Officer Chamas.
But, Miss Spenny, you're a native
customer.
I cooked mojrabieh for you.
According to Officer Chamas, in New York
City, mojrabieh doesn't mean a thing.
Oh, Miss Spenny, I release you.
I do, I do.
I release you reluctantly.
Oh!
I give you a hand, Mr. French.
Bye-bye.
Well, okay.
Oh, sirs, I'm the luckiest man alive.
I don't know how it happened, sir, but I've
been spared from a terrible, terrible fate, sir.
All right, get in the kitchen and start cooking
up that mocha, alababa, whatever you call it.
Dr. Sarkis is anxious to try it.
Oh, yes.
All right.
Then Alibaba stood before the great cave
and intoned the terrible words, open sesame.
What's the matter, Mr. French?
What happened then?
On second thoughts, Buffy, I think we'll
read Winnie the Pooh.
Winnie the Pooh.
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