My Three Sons (1960) s01e14 Episode Script
Mike's Brother
1
(theme music plays)
♪♪
(humming)
Away from the stove.
What are we having?
Wait and see.
Oh, that's what we always have.
Then why do you keep asking?
'Cause you said a quitter never wins.
I think I heard your dad drive in with the car.
Now, go and dredge up Mike and Robbie.
♪♪
(door creaks)
♪♪
(humming)
Hands off.
What are we having?
Bub's afraid to tell us.
You know, I, I can't figure out what happened to your dad.
Want me to go see?
I want you to sit down there and keep those hands clean.
♪♪
Didn't Robbie hear you, Chip?
He grunted.
Well, that was friendly.
Hey, Robbie!
ROBBIE: All right, I'm coming!
I guess that wasn't Steve's car I heard.
I must have been hearing things.
Hi.
Hi, Bub, hi, Chip, Mike.
Hey, Steve, what took you so long?
What took me so long?
Have you ever heard of a man
being trapped in his own garage?
In our garage?
I never go in there without emergency rations.
What are you fellows trying to do?
Air-condition the kitchen?
Oh, I've never seen it like it was tonight.
What have you fellows been doing in there, anyway?
CHIP: We were playing army.
Well, play army some other place, will you?
Must have taken me a half hour to clean it up
so I could get my car in.
Mike, did you park your car
over on my side farther or something?
I don't think so.
Here, let me help you. Thanks.
You know, Robbie's motor takes up
quite a bit of room.
Wait till he builds a car around it.
Hands off, Dad.
Hmm?
Keep your nose out of there.
Okay. ROBBIE: Hi, Dad.
Oh, hi, Rob.
And you stay out of there, too.
We thought you were waiting for an engraved invitation.
Did you make the basketball team?
I don't have time for basketball.
That's not what you said this morning.
STEVE: Well, we've gotta do something about that garage.
It'd help if Chip and Robbie get some
of their junk out of the way.
Say, it looks like I may land a part-time job.
Oh? I don't have much stuff in the garage.
No, it's those cars that take up all the room.
All right, now, you guys were so anxious
to know what we're having, it's Stew.
Mulligan stew.
What kind of a job is it, Mike?
A salesman at the Ellis Sporting Good store. Good.
Who's the salesman over there?
Well, I got a chance to be.
Hey, no kidding.
Can you get me a special deal on baseball cards?
Well, I can try.
If you don't have time for basketball,
why'd you try out today?
For laughs.
Anyway, I figured one big basketball star
in the family's enough.
What's that supposed to mean?
It means Robbie didn't make the team.
I, uh, drew up some plans for
storage shelves in the garage.
I wonder whatever happened to them?
Probably got stored away for safekeeping.
Yeah, in the garage.
Mr. Carlson expects a guy to be an Olympic champ
just to get on his old team.
Oh, I don't know, I never thought
the coach was so tough.
He thinks you're just the greatest.
Well, it looks like a good salad, Bub.
Well, thanks.
I remember paying the bill for the lumber
to make the shelves.
They delivered the lumber weeks ago.
That's another reason you can't get into the garage.
CHIP: When do you start work for Mr. Ellis?
Well, I haven't exactly got the job yet.
Barnaby Haws and I are both up for it.
You know, Mike, I also remember that you
and Robbie were supposed to put up those shelves.
What happened?
What shelves?
The storage shelves in the garage.
Who did make the basketball team?
I don't know.
Whenever I had any time to work,
Robbie wasn't around.
What are you blaming on me now?
How is Ellis gonna decide between you and Barnaby?
He's gonna try us both out on the job.
See which one works out best.
Mike, you and Robbie do the job on Saturday, hmm?
At Ellis'? In the garage.
I want those shelves put up Saturday.
Oh, gee, Dad.
It's this Saturday that Barnaby and I are supposed
to work at the store.
Well, couldn't we hold off on the shelves till next week?
Mike, we've held off too long already.
I'd hate to miss out on this, Dad.
I mean, you're always telling
us, if you want extra money
Okay, okay. You can split the job.
You come home after school tomorrow
and put up half the shelves,
and Robbie, you put up half on Saturday.
Well, that's fine with me.
Okay, Robbie?
Okay.
I'll hunt up the plans after dinner.
Fine. I'm just tired of having to climb over something
every time I drive into that garage and get out of the car.
You know, Robbie, maybe you didn't make
the basketball team because you try too hard.
Did you ever think of that?
Yeah, I remember the first time I tried out
for basketball. I had the idea that
Who needs basketball?!
I mean, nobody could be as
good as the coach thinks you are,
so why break my neck trying?!
Hi. Where you been?
Old Lady Manders kept me in after school.
Oh. I always thought she looked pretty sharp for a teacher.
Yeah, well, you were probably so great,
she didn't have it in for you.
Look, I want to show you
what I've done here. I can see.
Well, anyway, you shouldn't have any trouble
finishing it tomorrow.
Boy, some swell Saturday.
Just stick to Dad's plans and you can't miss.
Oh, and be sure and get these wall supports in solid
because if you I'll finish the shelf.
My half won't be perfect like yours, but I'll get it up.
Hey, what's your beef all of a sudden?
What beef?
I mean about you not doing things as well as me.
Not so fast.
You're sore at me, and I want to know why.
I'm not sore at you. Let go.
Not till I get an answer.
Now, look, I'm sick and tired of being needled
and not knowing why.
Yeah, well, I'm tired of using your old beat-up books,
and I'm tired of wearing the
clothes you don't want anymore!
I'm sick of hearing how great you are,
coming off second-best 'cause you're such a champ!
I'm fed up with being in hot water all the time
'cause you were lucky enough to get yourself born first!
(mimics tire squealing)
Well, well, look at this, Sleeping Beauty.
What's for breakfast?
Help yourself.
Hey, I thought, uh, Robbie was going to get an early start
this morning on his half of the shelves.
I ought to have booted him out
when I got up, but lately,
he squares off at me if I even ask him the time of day.
Oh, don't worry about it, Mike.
He'll get over it.
And good luck.
I mean, uh, I hope you get the job.
Oh, I'm not too worried.
I mean, uh, Barnaby's a brainy guy and all,
but let's face it, he has
no sales dynamics.
Oh.
Bub, how about giving me a hand with those shelves?
Dad said you'd probably ask.
Sorry, I got work enough of my own.
Come on, Tramp, get up.
I'll be out there till dark.
Why didn't you get up early like Mike?
Oh!
Hey, hup!
(phone rings)
(mimics airplane engine)
Hello?
Oh, hi, Trish.
(Chip mimics battle sounds)
No, uh-uh, I've been up for a couple of hours.
Ha, ha!
No kidding? Down at Riverview?
Wow.
Yeah, sounds great.
(mimics machine gun firing)
Hey, will you cut it out?!
No, not you, Trish.
Hey!
Hold it a second, will ya?
Hey, wait a minute, Trish.
Hold on a second.
Hello, Trish?
Sorry, it's my little kid brother.
Yeah, I guess they all are.
Um, listen, Trish, that barbecue sounds swell,
but I'm not sure if I can make it today.
Yeah, well hold on a second.
Excuse my feather duster, but some of us
have got work to do around here today.
Hello, Trish?
Yeah, uh, well are you gonna be at the park all day?
Uh, why, why don't I uh, why don't I
why don't I?
Excuse me.
Why don't I come over as soon as I can?
Yeah, thanks.
Call you. (Sneezes)
Trish?
Trish?
Trish?
I don't see what this has to do with being a salesman.
We'd better check that freight receipt
and make sure that's all of the shipment.
♪♪
(door bell jingles)
Hi, Charley.
Mr. Ferguson.
I'll take care of him, Barnaby.
Good morning, sir.
Oh, I, I just came in to see Charley.
Well, I'm working for Mr. Ellis.
What can I do for you?
Well, I got all set to go fishing,
I looked in my tackle box,
and, well, I couldn't find
You know, I knew you were a fisherman the moment I saw you.
You're really in luck, sir.
We just got in a new shipment of reels.
All I need right now, is
Unloaded them myself.
Oh, you've gotta see these.
Here we are.
Look at that little beauty.
It'll give you the kind of control
that you've always wanted.
Well, it looks nice, but I'm not interested today.
Man! Got to hurry.
Light as air, but, uh guaranteed
to keep your feet warm and dry.
Now, if you'd care to come over here and sit down,
I can have you fitted in a jiffy.
Don't need boots. Never wear them.
Here. Do yourself a favor and try this rod out.
I'm strictly a live-bait man.
I used to feel the same way myself,
but fly fishing isn't the same with a rod
like this well, look at the control you have.
Look at how easily I do this.
It's light, it's strong, it's durable.
Be careful with that, will you, son?
This'll last for a lifetime.
Look. There's nothing to worry about.
(golf balls crash to floor)
It's okay, Mr. Ellis.
Just a little accident. No problem.
Thanks.
(chuckling): Just a little accident.
Nothing. I'll have these up in a jiffy.
I'm sorry, sir, but it's just such a great product.
I wouldn't be surprised.
But what I came in for was two bits worth of hooks.
Hooks?
You know. Fish hooks.
What size hooks, sir?
Number two.
Oh, boy! This is neat!
Hey, come on! Get off of there, will you?
You're getting your fingerprints all over there.
Boy, your part looks neat, Robbie.
And you left lots of room under here for the station wagon.
Yeah. That's what I figured.
Come on. Let's get out of here.
Want some help?
Well, yeah. Grab it.
I can't believe it.
(creaking)
(car door slams)
(creaking)
(creaking)
(loud crashing)
(crashing continues)
(clattering stops)
(single item crashes to floor)
(final item crashes to floor)
(bicycle horn honking) Hi, Dad. Surprised?
Yes. You might say that I am.
How do you like the way we?
Boy! Something must have gone wrong.
That is a reasonable assumption.
Well, I hope we've got a car left under there.
Everything was okay when I left.
I can't understand how it happened if you
You know, Robbie, I could have sworn
we had just enough of this lumber for the knee braces.
How come you had this left over?
You did follow the plans, didn't you?
Or maybe there was an earthquake
on that side of the garage, huh?
You should have let Mike do the whole thing.
Now, wait a minute, Robbie.
I give up. Why try?
I mean, everything I do, Mike can always do a lot better.
Just because Mike's side of the shelf didn't
I mean, Mike's better at everything.
You all think so.
And even if you don't say it, I know what you feel.
Mike never goofs.
I'm always the one who ends up looking like a dope.
Come on. Get up.
Rob, let me get this straight, now.
Are you trying to tell me
that this isn't your fault, but Mike's?
Not exactly his fault.
But not yours either.
The shelf didn't fall
because you might have been in a hurry
and did a bad job on it, huh?
It fell because you're Mike's brother,
and we expect too much of you?
Is that it?
It seems like all I hear is "Mike, Mike, Mike."
Is that maybe the reason
you didn't make the basketball team?
And why you're having trouble in History?
You don't understand what I mean.
Yes, yes. I think I do, Rob.
Yeah. Anytime you fall on your face,
you, uh you've got a built-in excuse.
It's never your fault.
Sounds like a pretty handy arrangement.
I wish I could dig up something like that.
Come on, let's get this stuff off here, huh?
Here, grab that end.
Wow, what's in there?
It's lucky we saved that old mattress,
or we'd have a few dents to take out.
Better get this baby buggy out of here.
Come on, come on, Rob.
Come on, Rob, come on.
Robbie?
Remember when you used these?
Yeah, when I had my broken ankle.
Gee, they sure have gotten a lot shorter.
Of course, it might be that you've gotten longer.
Anyway, they wouldn't
be much good to you now, would they?
No, but I sure got around on them then.
Remember how I'd go rocketing off to school?
And all the tricks
I used to play with them?
Old Doc Woods, remember him?
"Robbie Douglas, you'll never stand on your own feet again"
"unless you throw these things away."
Yeah, I remember.
Hi.
(whistles)
Looks like somebody scored a direct hit.
What, did you forget to use nails?
Go ahead, rub it in.
I did it all wrong, and I'm stupid, see?
Of course, a guy as perfect as you
wouldn't know what that meant.
No, huh, you do everything perfect.
I mean, everything I do is (chuckling)
Mike, are you feeling all right?
I feel fine.
Except I didn't get the job.
He hired Barnaby.
Oh?
Did, uh, Mr. Ellis tell you why?
Well, first I wanted to think
that maybe Barnaby's dad put the pressure on, but
(sighs)
What's the use of kidding myself?
While I was developing my "sales dynamics,".
Barnaby went down to the store
after school last week and learned to stock.
Hmm.
Pretty sneaky, huh?
It was smart.
Today, I showed up looking like something
left over from last year's prom.
Barnaby was in work clothes.
And he worked hard.
So, he got the job.
I'm perfect, all right.
I'm a a perfect failure.
STEVE: Well, quit slugging yourself, Mike.
Anybody can make a mistake,
but not everybody will admit it.
Mike?
I'm sorry about the job.
(sighs)
Well, nothing's broken.
I don't think it'll take us long to fix it.
Thanks, Dad.
Oh.
Yeah.
Well, I guess you fellows can get along without me, huh?
♪♪
(theme music plays)
♪♪
(humming)
Away from the stove.
What are we having?
Wait and see.
Oh, that's what we always have.
Then why do you keep asking?
'Cause you said a quitter never wins.
I think I heard your dad drive in with the car.
Now, go and dredge up Mike and Robbie.
♪♪
(door creaks)
♪♪
(humming)
Hands off.
What are we having?
Bub's afraid to tell us.
You know, I, I can't figure out what happened to your dad.
Want me to go see?
I want you to sit down there and keep those hands clean.
♪♪
Didn't Robbie hear you, Chip?
He grunted.
Well, that was friendly.
Hey, Robbie!
ROBBIE: All right, I'm coming!
I guess that wasn't Steve's car I heard.
I must have been hearing things.
Hi.
Hi, Bub, hi, Chip, Mike.
Hey, Steve, what took you so long?
What took me so long?
Have you ever heard of a man
being trapped in his own garage?
In our garage?
I never go in there without emergency rations.
What are you fellows trying to do?
Air-condition the kitchen?
Oh, I've never seen it like it was tonight.
What have you fellows been doing in there, anyway?
CHIP: We were playing army.
Well, play army some other place, will you?
Must have taken me a half hour to clean it up
so I could get my car in.
Mike, did you park your car
over on my side farther or something?
I don't think so.
Here, let me help you. Thanks.
You know, Robbie's motor takes up
quite a bit of room.
Wait till he builds a car around it.
Hands off, Dad.
Hmm?
Keep your nose out of there.
Okay. ROBBIE: Hi, Dad.
Oh, hi, Rob.
And you stay out of there, too.
We thought you were waiting for an engraved invitation.
Did you make the basketball team?
I don't have time for basketball.
That's not what you said this morning.
STEVE: Well, we've gotta do something about that garage.
It'd help if Chip and Robbie get some
of their junk out of the way.
Say, it looks like I may land a part-time job.
Oh? I don't have much stuff in the garage.
No, it's those cars that take up all the room.
All right, now, you guys were so anxious
to know what we're having, it's Stew.
Mulligan stew.
What kind of a job is it, Mike?
A salesman at the Ellis Sporting Good store. Good.
Who's the salesman over there?
Well, I got a chance to be.
Hey, no kidding.
Can you get me a special deal on baseball cards?
Well, I can try.
If you don't have time for basketball,
why'd you try out today?
For laughs.
Anyway, I figured one big basketball star
in the family's enough.
What's that supposed to mean?
It means Robbie didn't make the team.
I, uh, drew up some plans for
storage shelves in the garage.
I wonder whatever happened to them?
Probably got stored away for safekeeping.
Yeah, in the garage.
Mr. Carlson expects a guy to be an Olympic champ
just to get on his old team.
Oh, I don't know, I never thought
the coach was so tough.
He thinks you're just the greatest.
Well, it looks like a good salad, Bub.
Well, thanks.
I remember paying the bill for the lumber
to make the shelves.
They delivered the lumber weeks ago.
That's another reason you can't get into the garage.
CHIP: When do you start work for Mr. Ellis?
Well, I haven't exactly got the job yet.
Barnaby Haws and I are both up for it.
You know, Mike, I also remember that you
and Robbie were supposed to put up those shelves.
What happened?
What shelves?
The storage shelves in the garage.
Who did make the basketball team?
I don't know.
Whenever I had any time to work,
Robbie wasn't around.
What are you blaming on me now?
How is Ellis gonna decide between you and Barnaby?
He's gonna try us both out on the job.
See which one works out best.
Mike, you and Robbie do the job on Saturday, hmm?
At Ellis'? In the garage.
I want those shelves put up Saturday.
Oh, gee, Dad.
It's this Saturday that Barnaby and I are supposed
to work at the store.
Well, couldn't we hold off on the shelves till next week?
Mike, we've held off too long already.
I'd hate to miss out on this, Dad.
I mean, you're always telling
us, if you want extra money
Okay, okay. You can split the job.
You come home after school tomorrow
and put up half the shelves,
and Robbie, you put up half on Saturday.
Well, that's fine with me.
Okay, Robbie?
Okay.
I'll hunt up the plans after dinner.
Fine. I'm just tired of having to climb over something
every time I drive into that garage and get out of the car.
You know, Robbie, maybe you didn't make
the basketball team because you try too hard.
Did you ever think of that?
Yeah, I remember the first time I tried out
for basketball. I had the idea that
Who needs basketball?!
I mean, nobody could be as
good as the coach thinks you are,
so why break my neck trying?!
Hi. Where you been?
Old Lady Manders kept me in after school.
Oh. I always thought she looked pretty sharp for a teacher.
Yeah, well, you were probably so great,
she didn't have it in for you.
Look, I want to show you
what I've done here. I can see.
Well, anyway, you shouldn't have any trouble
finishing it tomorrow.
Boy, some swell Saturday.
Just stick to Dad's plans and you can't miss.
Oh, and be sure and get these wall supports in solid
because if you I'll finish the shelf.
My half won't be perfect like yours, but I'll get it up.
Hey, what's your beef all of a sudden?
What beef?
I mean about you not doing things as well as me.
Not so fast.
You're sore at me, and I want to know why.
I'm not sore at you. Let go.
Not till I get an answer.
Now, look, I'm sick and tired of being needled
and not knowing why.
Yeah, well, I'm tired of using your old beat-up books,
and I'm tired of wearing the
clothes you don't want anymore!
I'm sick of hearing how great you are,
coming off second-best 'cause you're such a champ!
I'm fed up with being in hot water all the time
'cause you were lucky enough to get yourself born first!
(mimics tire squealing)
Well, well, look at this, Sleeping Beauty.
What's for breakfast?
Help yourself.
Hey, I thought, uh, Robbie was going to get an early start
this morning on his half of the shelves.
I ought to have booted him out
when I got up, but lately,
he squares off at me if I even ask him the time of day.
Oh, don't worry about it, Mike.
He'll get over it.
And good luck.
I mean, uh, I hope you get the job.
Oh, I'm not too worried.
I mean, uh, Barnaby's a brainy guy and all,
but let's face it, he has
no sales dynamics.
Oh.
Bub, how about giving me a hand with those shelves?
Dad said you'd probably ask.
Sorry, I got work enough of my own.
Come on, Tramp, get up.
I'll be out there till dark.
Why didn't you get up early like Mike?
Oh!
Hey, hup!
(phone rings)
(mimics airplane engine)
Hello?
Oh, hi, Trish.
(Chip mimics battle sounds)
No, uh-uh, I've been up for a couple of hours.
Ha, ha!
No kidding? Down at Riverview?
Wow.
Yeah, sounds great.
(mimics machine gun firing)
Hey, will you cut it out?!
No, not you, Trish.
Hey!
Hold it a second, will ya?
Hey, wait a minute, Trish.
Hold on a second.
Hello, Trish?
Sorry, it's my little kid brother.
Yeah, I guess they all are.
Um, listen, Trish, that barbecue sounds swell,
but I'm not sure if I can make it today.
Yeah, well hold on a second.
Excuse my feather duster, but some of us
have got work to do around here today.
Hello, Trish?
Yeah, uh, well are you gonna be at the park all day?
Uh, why, why don't I uh, why don't I
why don't I?
Excuse me.
Why don't I come over as soon as I can?
Yeah, thanks.
Call you. (Sneezes)
Trish?
Trish?
Trish?
I don't see what this has to do with being a salesman.
We'd better check that freight receipt
and make sure that's all of the shipment.
♪♪
(door bell jingles)
Hi, Charley.
Mr. Ferguson.
I'll take care of him, Barnaby.
Good morning, sir.
Oh, I, I just came in to see Charley.
Well, I'm working for Mr. Ellis.
What can I do for you?
Well, I got all set to go fishing,
I looked in my tackle box,
and, well, I couldn't find
You know, I knew you were a fisherman the moment I saw you.
You're really in luck, sir.
We just got in a new shipment of reels.
All I need right now, is
Unloaded them myself.
Oh, you've gotta see these.
Here we are.
Look at that little beauty.
It'll give you the kind of control
that you've always wanted.
Well, it looks nice, but I'm not interested today.
Man! Got to hurry.
Light as air, but, uh guaranteed
to keep your feet warm and dry.
Now, if you'd care to come over here and sit down,
I can have you fitted in a jiffy.
Don't need boots. Never wear them.
Here. Do yourself a favor and try this rod out.
I'm strictly a live-bait man.
I used to feel the same way myself,
but fly fishing isn't the same with a rod
like this well, look at the control you have.
Look at how easily I do this.
It's light, it's strong, it's durable.
Be careful with that, will you, son?
This'll last for a lifetime.
Look. There's nothing to worry about.
(golf balls crash to floor)
It's okay, Mr. Ellis.
Just a little accident. No problem.
Thanks.
(chuckling): Just a little accident.
Nothing. I'll have these up in a jiffy.
I'm sorry, sir, but it's just such a great product.
I wouldn't be surprised.
But what I came in for was two bits worth of hooks.
Hooks?
You know. Fish hooks.
What size hooks, sir?
Number two.
Oh, boy! This is neat!
Hey, come on! Get off of there, will you?
You're getting your fingerprints all over there.
Boy, your part looks neat, Robbie.
And you left lots of room under here for the station wagon.
Yeah. That's what I figured.
Come on. Let's get out of here.
Want some help?
Well, yeah. Grab it.
I can't believe it.
(creaking)
(car door slams)
(creaking)
(creaking)
(loud crashing)
(crashing continues)
(clattering stops)
(single item crashes to floor)
(final item crashes to floor)
(bicycle horn honking) Hi, Dad. Surprised?
Yes. You might say that I am.
How do you like the way we?
Boy! Something must have gone wrong.
That is a reasonable assumption.
Well, I hope we've got a car left under there.
Everything was okay when I left.
I can't understand how it happened if you
You know, Robbie, I could have sworn
we had just enough of this lumber for the knee braces.
How come you had this left over?
You did follow the plans, didn't you?
Or maybe there was an earthquake
on that side of the garage, huh?
You should have let Mike do the whole thing.
Now, wait a minute, Robbie.
I give up. Why try?
I mean, everything I do, Mike can always do a lot better.
Just because Mike's side of the shelf didn't
I mean, Mike's better at everything.
You all think so.
And even if you don't say it, I know what you feel.
Mike never goofs.
I'm always the one who ends up looking like a dope.
Come on. Get up.
Rob, let me get this straight, now.
Are you trying to tell me
that this isn't your fault, but Mike's?
Not exactly his fault.
But not yours either.
The shelf didn't fall
because you might have been in a hurry
and did a bad job on it, huh?
It fell because you're Mike's brother,
and we expect too much of you?
Is that it?
It seems like all I hear is "Mike, Mike, Mike."
Is that maybe the reason
you didn't make the basketball team?
And why you're having trouble in History?
You don't understand what I mean.
Yes, yes. I think I do, Rob.
Yeah. Anytime you fall on your face,
you, uh you've got a built-in excuse.
It's never your fault.
Sounds like a pretty handy arrangement.
I wish I could dig up something like that.
Come on, let's get this stuff off here, huh?
Here, grab that end.
Wow, what's in there?
It's lucky we saved that old mattress,
or we'd have a few dents to take out.
Better get this baby buggy out of here.
Come on, come on, Rob.
Come on, Rob, come on.
Robbie?
Remember when you used these?
Yeah, when I had my broken ankle.
Gee, they sure have gotten a lot shorter.
Of course, it might be that you've gotten longer.
Anyway, they wouldn't
be much good to you now, would they?
No, but I sure got around on them then.
Remember how I'd go rocketing off to school?
And all the tricks
I used to play with them?
Old Doc Woods, remember him?
"Robbie Douglas, you'll never stand on your own feet again"
"unless you throw these things away."
Yeah, I remember.
Hi.
(whistles)
Looks like somebody scored a direct hit.
What, did you forget to use nails?
Go ahead, rub it in.
I did it all wrong, and I'm stupid, see?
Of course, a guy as perfect as you
wouldn't know what that meant.
No, huh, you do everything perfect.
I mean, everything I do is (chuckling)
Mike, are you feeling all right?
I feel fine.
Except I didn't get the job.
He hired Barnaby.
Oh?
Did, uh, Mr. Ellis tell you why?
Well, first I wanted to think
that maybe Barnaby's dad put the pressure on, but
(sighs)
What's the use of kidding myself?
While I was developing my "sales dynamics,".
Barnaby went down to the store
after school last week and learned to stock.
Hmm.
Pretty sneaky, huh?
It was smart.
Today, I showed up looking like something
left over from last year's prom.
Barnaby was in work clothes.
And he worked hard.
So, he got the job.
I'm perfect, all right.
I'm a a perfect failure.
STEVE: Well, quit slugging yourself, Mike.
Anybody can make a mistake,
but not everybody will admit it.
Mike?
I'm sorry about the job.
(sighs)
Well, nothing's broken.
I don't think it'll take us long to fix it.
Thanks, Dad.
Oh.
Yeah.
Well, I guess you fellows can get along without me, huh?
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