Strangers Episode Guide
110 - Grandpa
First Air Date:
January 11, 1991
Filming Date: November 21, 1990
Nielsen Rating: 15.1 HH
Created by: Dale McRaven
Written by: Barry OíBrian & Cheryl Alu
Directed by: Joel Zwick
Bronson Pinchot: Balki Bartokomous
Mark Linn-Baker: Larry Appleton
Sam Anderson: Mr. Sam Gorpley
John Anderson: Grandpa Beaumont "Buzz" Appleton
George Poulos: George
Brenda Thomson: Sam (Samantha) Morrison
Helen Lambros: Sophia
Marianne Muellerleile: Athena
Appearances: Balki is carrying Dimitri under his arm when Larry wakes him
up in the middle of the night. Dimitriís photo can still be seen on the
bookshelf as well.
"All right, Cousin, I have had it up to here with you."
"Well, why donít you just burst my baboon?"
ridiculous: Said twice in this episode.
catchphrases used in this episode:
Balki makes a comment that goes, "Well, something something and call me
something," in this case, "Well, feed me peanuts and call me Dumbo!"
"This is America . . . "
"Bye bye, babe."
"Are you out of your mind?"
"Oh my Lord!"
jokes used in this episode:
Larry sniffs at the air
The use of numerous B alliterations
Larry tries to dunk a cookie in his coffee but it breaks before he can eat it
Balki jumps onto the couch when he runs in the front door
We meet Larryís grandfather, Beaumont "Buzz" Appleton side.
- Joel Zwick was once again in the directorís chair for this episode
after leaving the series to work on Full House the previous year.
John Anderson had an unbelievably extensive career in film and television,
appearing in a huge number of classic shows dating back to the 1950's. Among his
many parts included roles in The Phil Silvers Show, Sea Hunt, Peter Gunn, The
Rough Riders, Have Gun - Will Travel, Wanted: Dead or Alive, Bat Masterson,
Alfred Hitchcock Presents, Route 66, The Rifleman, Perry Mason, The
Untouchables, The Twilight Zone, My Favorite Martian, Ben Casey, The Fugitive,
Rawhide, The Big Valley, Lassie, The Rat Patrol, Bonanza, The Virginian, Hawaii
Five-O, Gunsmoke, Kung Fu, The Bob Newhart Show, Emergency!, Barnaby Jones,
Little House on the Prairie, The Rockford Files, Lou Grant, The Incredible Hulk,
The Jeffersons, Hart to Hart, Silver Spoons, M*A*S*H, Matt Houston and Murder,
She Wrote. He also had recurring roles on Dallas and MacGyver
and appeared in the classic Hitchcock thriller, Psycho. An
interesting footnote to his career was the fact that in his first appearance on Gunsmoke
he did a fight scene with James Arness and this particular scene was used for
many years in editing schools to teach the basics of putting a scene together,
so generations became very familiar with his appearance in this episode
(including yours truly!) Sadly, John Anderson passed away in 1992, only
two years after making this episode.
At the beginning of the second act is a unique combination of two running
gags, when Larry is seen sitting on the couch dunking a cookie into his coffee
and Balki runs in and jumps onto the couch, causing the cookie to break off
before Larry can eat it!
- Balki hands Grandpa a Porky Pig cup in an obvious
bit of Warner Bros. product placement.
- The exterior of the restaurant shows a neon sign
which says "The White Orchid." Balki refers to the restaurant as
"Georgeís," referring to the owner
as opposed to the name of the place. Weíre not sure if this was a real
restaurant and whether or not it still exists or where it was located.
- This is the second episode which features the
wonderful Marianne Muellerleile, who would later go on to appear with Bronson in
his series The Trouble with Larry. For more information about this
versatile actress, check the information we have on her in the outline for Can
I Get a Witness?
- This episode marks the first time that additional
video footage would be shown under the end credits. In this instance, Mark
and Bronson are seen performing a Greek dance which evolves into the Dance of
Joy. Video would be seen under future end credits, usually including
either outtakes from the episode or a funny spot filmed just for the end.
The episode begins in the apartment where Larry and Balki are making
preparations for company. Larry places a blanket on the back of a chair by
the fireplace and crosses the living room toward the kitchen, where Balki is
wiping a plate. "Well, looks like weíre all set for Grandpaís
visit," Larry says, then he stops at the counter and sniffs at the air,
asking, "Whatís that smell?" "Oh, those are my hot and
spicy goat lips," Balki smiles. "You made goat lips?" Larry
asks worriedly. "Well, of course I did. Donít be
ridiculous," Balki says, "Theyíre the traditional Myposian
grandparent welcoming dish." A timer dings and Balki jumps, then
moves to the oven and says, "Oh . . . donít want them to get too
crispy." Balki pulls a pan from the oven and sets it on the counter.
"And Cousin, I thought after dinner weíd take him to the Lithuanian
Circus. Itís audience participation night. How is Grandpapa
Appleton on the high wire?"
removes the foil from the pan as Larry says, "All right, hold your
Lithuanian horses." Balki starts taking the hot lips from the pan and
counting them as he places each one on the plate. "One diggy hot lips
. . . two diggy hot lips . . . three diggy hot lips . . . four diggy hot lips .
. . " Balki makes the lips "kiss" at Larry and continues to
count them out, " . . . five diggy hot lips . . . six diggy hot lips . . .
seven diggy hot lips . . . " "Balki," Larry interrupts.
"You made me lose count!" Balki cries. Larry takes the last lips
from the pan and sets them on the plate, saying, "Eight diggy hot lips.
Balki, circuses and hot diggy goat lips are gonna be too much for Grandpa.
W . . . weíre talking about a seventy-six year old widower who doesnít get
around so well any more. Heís a quiet, frail, old gentleman and we have
to treat him carefully." Balki sighs. There is a knock at the
door. "That must be him now," Larry guesses, and he crosses to
the front door with Balki to open it.
elderly man steps inside and shouts, "Hiya, Larry!" with great
enthusiasm as he sets down his bag inside the door. Larry is surprised and
asks, "Grandpa?" Grandpa Appleton lifts Larry in a hug and sets
him down on the other side, laughing. He turns and says, "You must be
Balki." "Well, yes I am," Balki confirms as Grandpa picks
him up and sets him down next to Larry, making Balki stagger off-balance for a
moment. "Welcome to our home, Grandpapa Appleton," Balki
welcomes him. "Thank you, Balki," Grandpa says, slapping
Balkiís arm and knocking him back against Larry, "But itís not Grandpa
any more, itís Buzz." "W . . . well . . . well, l . . .
letís sit down," Larry suggests as he closes the front door and motions
to the couch. As they move to sit on the couch, Larry says, "Well,
gee . . . itís great to see ya, Grandpa." "Well, itís good
to see you, Larry," Grandpa replies, "uh . . . and itís Buzz."
"Buzz," Larry corrects, "W . . . whatís happened? I . . .
I . . . I hardly recognize you."
I dropped fifteen pounds and got a new wardrobe," Grandpa explains, then he
lifts his foot onto the coffee table to show off his sneakers, "How do you
like these B-ball shoes with the slam dunk pump?" "Bodacious,
Buzz," Balki answers. Grandpa sniffs at the air the way Larry does
and asks, "Whatís that delicious smell?" "Well, those are
my Myposian goat lips but Cousin Larry say that . . . that theyíre too spicy
for you, Buzz," Balki explains. "You know, I always say, Balki,
thereís no such thing as too rich, too thin or too spicy," Grandpa winks.
"And I always say thereís no such thing as too happy, too friendly or too
many pigs in your house," Balki adds, "But thatís not putting lips
in your stomach. Let me get you some." Balki gets the plate
from the counter and brings it over to Grandpa, who politely pushes it away.
"You know what Iíd really like, Balki, is some of that famous deep dish
Chicago pizza," Grandpa says, "Oh, and uh . . . maybe we can catch
that Lithuanian Circus. I hear itís in town." "Well,
feed me peanuts and call me Dumbo!" Balki exclaims, "Thatís a
brilliant idea! Uh . . . isnít it, Cousin?" "Well,
Grandpa . . . w . . . whatís happened to you?" Larry asks, "You
never acted like this before."
"Iíve never been this old
before!" Grandpa answers, then he moves closer to Larry and explains,
"Larry, I realized that the few years I have left are precious and I
donít wanna waste Ďem. I wanna meet some new people, you know?
And, uh . . . have some new experiences. Went on a cruise. Had a
terrific time. Even made a new friend . . . Sam. We had so much fun
we decided to get together again. Sam lives in Chicago, so . . . here I
am!" Grandpa gets up and moves to get his luggage. "Well,
I . . . Iím . . . Iím glad to see youíre enjoying yourself," Larry
says, "I, uh . . . but I just think, you know, someone your age should, you
know, take things a little slower." "Larry, when you only got
half the time you gotta go twice as fast," Grandpa explains as he picks up
his bags and asks, "Where do I bunk?" "Well, youíre using
my room," Larry explains, "It . . . itís straight down the
hall." Grandpa carries his luggage into Larryís room as Balki and
Larry watch. They slowly turn around and Balki notes, "Well, Cousin,
Grandpapa Appleton is exactly the way you described him. Except for the .
. . the clothes . . . and the, uh . . . shoes . . . and, uh . . . the way you
described him. I guess we wonít be needing the hot water bottle and the
prune juice you bought." "Well, we can return the hot water
bottle," Larry says. "Oh, okay," Balki says.
"But the prune juice is for me," Larry adds, looking uncomfortable.
next day, Larry enters the apartment looking completely exhausted. Grandpa
run past him, followed by Balki. They land on the couch and Balki tickles
Grandpaís stomach and they laugh heartily. Larry sits on the arm of the
couch, looking miserable. "Ah, what a day, what a day, what a
day!" Grandpa sighs, "Didnít I tell ya you guys would have a great
time?" "Yeah," Balki laughs. "I love that wild
log ride," Grandpa continues, "Just like ridiní the rapids!"
"Didnít I tell you it would be more fun standing up?" Balki asks.
Balki and Grandpa laugh again then Grandpa checks his watch. "Oh!
Oh! Itís almost six oíclock," he notes, "Samíll be here
any minute. I gotta pump up my shoes." Grandpa nudges Balki too
hard, knocking him back into Larry who falls off the arm of the couch onto the
floor. Grandpa gets up and runs to Larryís room to get ready, closing
the front door on the way. Larry gets up from the floor and moans, as he
sits down on the couch, "Balki, what am I gonna do with him? Heís
my grandfather, heís acting like a teenager and youíre not helping."
Balki looks shocked and then says, "All right, Cousin, I have had it up to
here with you." He indicates a level below his knee.
Balki continues, "There is
absolutely nothing wrong with a person acting as young as they feel. On
Mypos, we always treat the young as if theyíre old so that theyíll
gain wisdom, and we treat the old as if theyíre young so that theyíll gain
vitality." "Yeah, well, you also treat your pigs to dinner and a
movie so youíll gain acceptance from your livestock," Larry points out.
"Well, that is only during the harvest season and I donít see what that
has to do with with Buzz," Balki says, standing up in frustration.
"Balki . . . sit down," Larry orders. Balki sits again.
"This is America," Larry begins, "Things are a little different.
People know their age and they act their age. Thatís how they know what
to charge at the movies." "Well, I donít think my best bud,
Buzz, appreciates being put in a box!" Balki argues. "Oh, he is
not your best bud, Buzz," Larry counters. "Oh, I beg to
differ!" Balki argues, "Excuse me, I beg to butt in. I beg to butt
in." "No, heís not," Larry insists, "No, he is not
your best bud, Buzz." "Excuse me! Excuse me!"
"Look, no . . . heís my . . . " "Buzz is my bosom buddy,
booby!" "Look! Look, Balki . . . Balki . . . donít give
that Ďbest bud Buzz business,í Balki. He is my grandfather,
Iíll deal with him." They sit brooding for a moment, then Balki
says, "This is because you got wet, isnít it?" Larry seethes.
"I told you not to sit in front of the log," Balki sighs. They
both cross their arms and look angry.
There is a knock at the door.
"Get the door," Balki says. "You get it," Larry snaps.
"Weíll both get it," Balki says with cool anger. They both
stand up. "But you go
first," Balki insists. Larry passes Balki, then stops and says
nicely, "Itís probably Grandpaís friend." "Oh!"
Balki smiles, and they walk to the door, no longer angry. "You
know," Larry says, "Hanging around with some old guy his own age might
settle him down." Larry opens the door to reveal a woman older than
them but much younger than Grandpa. "Hi, Iím Sam Morrison,"
she says. Larry and Balki eye her in shock. "Is Buzz
here?" she asks. "Youíre Sam?" Larry asks in disbelief.
The woman laughs and replies, "Yeah . . . Samantha." "Well,
come . . . come on in," Balki offers, leading her into the apartment,
"Come on in. Uh . . . uh . . . Buzz told us all about you, except that you
were young and a woman." Grandpa runs out of the bedroom and exclaims,
"Sam!" "Buzzy!" Sam replies, and they hug each other
and laugh. "Goodnight, guys," Grandpa says, "Sam and I are
goiní out and paint the town. Donít wait up." Buzz and Sam
leave, laughing and whooping it up. Larry is flabbergasted and cries,
"Well, she is younger than my own mother! What can he be
thinking?" Balki hesitates, then replies, "Well, uh . . .
Cousin, Iím just a simple Mypiot boy but . . . even I know what heís
that night, Larry is standing in the living room in his bathrobe looking very
upset as he watches the front door. Larry starts for Balkiís bedroom
door, then changes direction and opens the closet door, taking out one of his
golf clubs. He turns and pounds on Balkiís door with the club several
times, then throws the club back in the closet and closes it. Larry waits
and after a moment Balki comes out of his bedroom, wearing his pajamas and
holding Dimitri. He eyes Larry angrily. "You couldnít sleep
either?" Larry asks. Balki motions as if he would like to strangle
Larry but Larry moves away. "Balki, I am worried about Grandpa,"
Larry explains. "Cousin, Buzz distinctly told you not to wait
up," Balki yawns. He sees the pillow and blanket laying on the couch
and falls over the back of it to lay down, facing the back of the couch.
Larry starts to sit on the couch, saying, "Balki, it is two-thirty in the
morning." Larry sits on Balki, who moans sleepily, "Ow!"
Larry sits on the end of the couch in front of Balkiís legs and asks,
"Where could he be?" Balki starts to snore in a Popeye fashion.
Larry eyes him with frustration and then pinches Balkiís back, causing Balki
to scream and sit up.
could he be?" Larry repeats. Balki rolls over and sighs, "Well,
Cousin . . . Buzz and Sam probably had a nice, romantic dinner . . . a little
wine, a moonlight walk by the lake . . . and before they knew it one thing led
to another and well . . . " Balki shrugs and Larry looks concerned.
" . . . they . . . they found themselves playing Donkey Kong at the
all-night video arcade," Balki finishes. The front door open and
Grandpa enters, looking dejected. Larry jumps up and immediately confronts
him. "Well, where have you been? Do you have any idea what time
it is? Iíve been worried sick!" "I donít wanna talk
about it," Grandpa sighs. "Well, you are just gonna have
to talk about it, Mister!" Larry scolds. Balki gets up and walks to
Grandpa, asking, "Buzz, didnít you have fun?" "Oh yeah,
we had a great evening," Grandpa answers, "We dined, we danced . . .
then she dumped me." Larry steps forward and says sincerely, "I
. . . I . . . Iím . . . Iím sorry, Grandpa." "She said all
we had was a shipboard romance," Grandpa sighs, "She said on dry land
she didnít feel the earth move any more. She said, ĎBuzz off,
Buzz!í" Grandpa sits down on the chair by the fireplace.
Larry sighs, "Well, Grandpa, I . . . I know how ya feel. Iíve been
dumped a few times myself. Actually forty-four." Balki counts
in his head and says, "Forty-five." "Well, maybe
everythingís worked out for the best," Larry suggests. "You
think so?" Grandpa asks. "I know so," Larry confirms,
"I mean the important thing is you have your health, you have a family that
loves you. Women half your age, nights on the town, thatís . . .
thatís for the young and the foolish." "Yeah, youíre right,
Larry," Grandpa sighs, looking much older now, "Thereís no fool like
an old fool." Grandpa reaches into his breast pocket and takes out
his glasses, putting them on, "Iíve been trying to be something Iím not
. . . young." Larry lifts the blanket from the back of the chair and
puts it around Grandpaís shoulders. Grandpa gets up and dodders to
Larryís bedroom, sighing, "Goodnight, boys." Larry and Balki
watch him go, then slowly turn around. "Well, I think that went
pretty well," Larry smiles. "Yeah, Cousin," Balki says
sarcastically, "You aged him more in sixty seconds than Mama Nature did in
seventy-six years!" On Larryís satisfied and Balkiís frustrated
expressions the scene fades to black.
two begins with Larry sitting on the couch dunking a cookie into his coffee.
It looks as if he is finally going to get to eat it, when Balki runs in the
front door and jumps onto the couch roughly, causing the cookie to break off and
fall into the coffee. "Cousin, itís a beautiful day! Iíve
been thinking . . . this is a perfect opportunity to do something to help
Grandpapa Buzz. Now we could take him down to the lake . . . heíd be
basking in the sunshine, breathing in the fresh air and in no time at all
heíll be . . . " "In the hospital with pneumonia," Larry
finishes. "Well, why donít you just burst my baboon?" Balki
asks, "Cousin, we have to do something to get Buzz back." "Balki,
there is no ĎBuzz,í" Larry insists, "Thereís just Beaumont
Appleton, my grandfather, and there is nothing wrong with an elderly man acting
like an elderly man." Grandpa walks out of Larryís bedroom wearing
a bathrobe and moving slowly. Balki gets up and walks to him.
"Oh . . . Grandpapa Buzz, Iíve got a terrific idea. Why donít we
all go down to the lake. We can have a nice picnic. Iíve got tons
of leftover goat lips. Theyíre great cold." "No.
No, no, no, no picnic for me, Balki," Grandpa says, "You boys go right
ahead. I . . . Iíll just stay here and have some weak tea."
Iíll . . . Iíll . . . Iíll make it for you," Balki offers, and he
goes to the kitchen. "Thatís right, Grandpa," Larry
encourages, getting up from the couch, "Weíll just stay here and . . .
and play checkers like we used to." "Checkers?" Grandpa
asks, "Yeah, checkers. Thatís nice. Maybe later after my
nap." Balki hands Grandpa a Porky Pig cup with hot water in it and
holds up the tea bag. "Just say when," Balki says, and he dips
the tea bag into the cup. "When," Grandpa says almost
immediately and Balki takes the bag back out. "Oh, I almost forgot .
. . you do that a lot at my age," Grandpa says, reaching into his pocket
for some papers which he hands to Larry, "This is for you, Larry.
Copy of my will. Keep it handy, just in case." Grandpa slowly
walks back to Larryís room. "Well, I hope youíre happy,"
Balki scolds Larry, "You took the Ďgrandí out of Ďgrandpapaí and
you put the Ďoldí back into Ďold man.í" "Balki, Grandpa
is fine," Larry assures him, "Heís just using the wisdom of his
years and planning ahead."
walks out of the bedroom carrying a suit and calls, "L . . . Larry?
Larry? Do you have a plastic bag for my suit? I want to keep it
clean. Itís the one Iím gonna be buried in." "W . . .
well, Grandpa," Larry sighs, walking to him, " . . . youíre being
foolish." "Well, maybe youíre right," Grandpa says,
"No sense wrapping it in plastic. Maybe Iíll just put the thing on
and wait it out." Balki hurries over from the kitchen to stop him,
"No, no . . . now Grand . . . Grandpapa Appleton, no . . . now listen.
Thatís ridiculous. By . . . by the time youíre ready to go this suit
will be hopelessly out of style." "Grandpa, when I told you to
act your age I didnít mean for you to lie down and wait to die," Larry
says. "No, no, you were right, Larry," Grandpa sighs, "I
thought about what you said. An old man should act his age and I was
acting like an old fool. Iíd still be doing it if we hadnít had that
little talk." Grandpa starts toward the bedroom but Balki stops him
listen, Grandpapa Buzz, come on now. You . . . you . . . you just act as
young as you feel." "Okay," Grandpa says, "I feel a
hundred and six. Now can I lie down?" Grandpa goes back to
Larryís room. "Balki, what have I done?" Larry asks,
"This is awful! You gotta help me get Grandpa back to his old
self." "Okay, I know just what Grandpapa needs!" Balki
says, "He needs to drink from the cup of vitality, he needs to eat from the
fruit bowl of life, he needs to floss with the string of hope!"
"How do we do that?" Larry asks. "Simple . . . we take him
to Yeorgoís," Balki answers, "The food is great and youíre gonna
love the band. Now, you have to do exactly as I tell you. Stand on
one foot." Larry stands on one foot. "And cluck like a
chicken." Larry starts clucking like a chicken then says, "I
donít see how this is gonna help Grandpa." "It isnít,"
Balki admits, "I just like seeing you do it." Balki stats to run
away from Larry.
the restaurant, which is a Greek restaurant designed to look as if it is
outdoors, Balki pulls Larry in quickly and hold his hands out as if to say,
"Ta da!" "Well, youíre sure this is gonna work?"
Larry asks. "Cousin, Iím sure," Balki insists, "Just
trust me." Grandpa enters slowly and catches up with them.
"Sorry it took me so long," he says, "That curb was a lot higher
than it looked." A man enters, directing several people to a table.
"Yeorgo!" Balki called. The man, whose name is George, greets
Balki in Greek and gives him a hug, swinging him around and cheering, "Opa!"
He pinches Balkiís cheeks and speaks more Greek to him. Balki turns and
introduces "Cousin Larry" in Greek. George hugs Larry and swings
him around, greeting him and saying, "Opa! Opa! Opa!" as
he moves his head back and forth over Larryís shoulders. "Yeorgo .
. . Yeorgo . . . Yeorgo, okay, okay," Balki stops him, then he introduces
"Pappous Buzz." George is about to hug him when Grandpa holds
his hand out instead. George politely shakes his hand with enthusiasm.
"Yeorgo . . . Yeorgo . . .
okay," Balki says, and motions for him to get things ready for them.
George excuses himself and hurries off. "Balki, is this a Myposian
restaurant?" Larry asks. "Well, of course not. Donít be
ridiculous," Balki scoffs, "Itís a Greek restaurant. If it
were a Myposian restaurant thereíd be a pig check girl." George
returns with two waiters, Theo and Nico, who rush out to greet Balki
enthusiastically. They pick up Balki and swing him to the other side of
them in turn, shouting, "Opa!" Balki falls back across the lap
of an excited overweight woman named Athena who giggles and laughs as she holds
him, crying out, "Oh, youíre so cute!" Theo and Nico do the
same thing to Larry and Grandpa. "Athena! Athena!" Balki
cries out, "Let me go, babe." Athena lets Balki get up. Balki
then called, "Yeorgo!" George and the waiters rush over and then
hurry then forward to an empty table, making sure they are seated. The
waiters wheel over a cart of appetizers such as kalamara and pita bread which
they put on the table as George speaks very quickly in Greek to them.
"Yeorgo . . . Yeorgo . . . okay, okay," Balki says as they start to
leave, "Bye bye, babe."
hey, Grandpa, isnít this place fun?" Larry asks, "Huh? Donít
you feel alive?" "Donít you feel a draft?" Grandpa asks
in return. Balki picks up one of the plates of appetizers and holds it
out, saying, "Grandpapa, why donít you try some of this? Itíll
make your taste buds dance." "Oh no thanks, Balki," Grandpa
sighs, "I donít want to risk staining my . . . my burial suit."
"Here, here . . . come on, Grandpa," Larry encourages, "Come on,
weíll both try Ďem. It looks delicious, huh? Itíll be a . . .
a new experience. Here." Larry takes a bite out of one of the
appetizers, humming, "Mmm . . . mmm . . . mmm . . . " A moment
later he reacts to the spiciness, gasping for breath. "Balki, are you
trying to burn a hole in his stomach?" Larry cries, "A man his age
canít eat that stuff. A man my age canít eat that stuff!"
But Grandpa has already taken a bite and says, "Hm, not too bad. Sure
clears the sinuses." Balki motions for one of the musicians to come
over to their table. A man with a bouzouki steps behind Larry and Grandpa
and starts strumming, startling both Larry and Grandpa so that they toss their
napkins in the air.
man starts playing with the band accompanying him, and everyone in the
restaurant claps along with the music. "Balki, I . . . I think we
need to switch tables," Larry says, "The . . . the music is too much
for Grandpa." "No, Cousin," Balki tries to stop him, but
Larry turns to Grandpa and begins, "Grandpa, I think . . . I think weíd
better . . . " Balki takes one of the appetizers and stuffs it into
Larryís mouth. Larry reacts as if his mouth is on fire, but there is no
water on the table, so he runs to Athenaís table and reaches for some water,
but she grabs him and pulls him down across her lap, laughing with delight.
George and the waiters start to lead a line of Greek dancing across the dining
room, with patrons getting up to join in. The waiter at the end of line
reaches out for Balki to join in, and Balki in turn gets up and tries to
encourage Grandpa to come along. "Come on, Grandpa!" he calls,
tapping the manís shoulder. "Oh no no," Grandpa tries to
argue, but Balki pulls him up out of the chair and says, "Come on, Grandpa!
Letís face the music and dance!" They join the line of dancers.
escapes from Athena and calls after them, "Balki! I . . . I donít
think we should do this. The floor is very slippery. We donít know
these people!" The line has disappeared around the corner and Larry
chases after them. The line reappears through another doorway and comes
back through the dining room. A woman has joined the line between Balki
and Grandpa. "Grandpapa, look! What a surprise!" Balki
says, "Itís Sophia!" "Well, nice to meet ya,"
Grandpa smiles. "Oh, you too young to be Grandpa!" Sophia says,
"I just call you Buzz." Larry grabs Balki and pulls him away
from the line as Balki continues to dance. Balki grabs Larry be the
shoulders and bounces up and down with him, trying to get him to join in, but
Larry wonít cooperate. Larry finally grabs Balki and asks, "Balki!
Balki, what is the matter with you? Are you out of your mind? Spicy
food, loud music, dancing? He could have a heart attack! Now I
donít want to be known as the one in the family who killed Grandpa."
"Well, Cousin, youíre halfway there. Youíre the one who got him
in his burial suit," Balki points out.
George stops near them holding a plate
then spins, smashing it on the floor and shouting, "Opa!"
"Now you see?" Larry asks, "Thatís how accidents happen."
Grandpa stops as he passes and shouts, "Opa!" as he also smashes a
plate on the floor as well. "Oh my Lord," Larry gasps,
"Heís lost control of his motor skills. Now Iím gonna get him out
of here before he gets hurt!" Balki grabs Larry and cries, "Oh
Cousin, calm down, would you please? Look at him! Heís having
fun!" They watch Grandpa dance by on the end of the line with Sophia.
"Well, I . . . I guess I could let him finish the dance," Larry says,
starting to warm up to the situation. As the line dances past them again,
Larry says, "It sure looked like theyíre having a lot of fun."
Balki reaches over to a table and picks up a plate. "Cousin, uh . . .
Grandpapa Buzz seems to feel young again. How Ďbout you?"
comes between them and grabs the plate, shouting, "Like this, Larry!"
He smashes the plate to the floor and laughs as he runs off. "Thanks,
Grandpa!" Larry calls after him. The line of people continues to
dance around the restaurant. "Well, Balki, it looks like Buzz is
back," Larry smiles, "Thank you." "Cousin, you could
have fun like that, too," Balki points out. "Oh no, I
couldnít," Larry scoffs. "Yes, you could," Balki says,
taking another plate from the table, saying, "Excuse me. Look, just
like this!" Balki smashes the plate on the floor, shouting, "Opa!"
The line stops dancing and stands, clapping to the music as Larry reaches over
and takes a plate from the table. "Oh . . . oh . . . well . . . Opa!"
Larry throws the plate to the ground where it lands with a thunk without
breaking. The music stops and everyone stares at the unbroken plate as the
episode ends. Over the end credits, Larry and Balki perform a Greek dance
which eventually turns into the Dance of Joy.
There were a few minor
differences between the shooting script dated November 20, 1990 and the final
Grandpa suggests they go to the Lithuanian Circus, Balki says, "That's a
brilliant idea. I wish I'd thought of it."
Balki and Grandpa run into the apartment laughing and playing, they were
actually to be playing Boochi Tag.
Grandpa says, "I love that Wild Log Ride," he adds, "I think next
spring I'll go on up to Oregon and be a lumberjack." Balki then says,
"You really know how to party hearty, Buzz."
In this version of the script Balki says that on Mypos they treat the old as if
they were young but he says nothing about treating the young as if they are old.
After Larry tells Balki "Don't give me this 'best bud Buzz' business,"
Balki responds with, "I'll give you best bud Buzz." Larry
responds by saying, "Balki, your best bud Buzz is not Buzz. Buzz is
my grandfather. I'll deal with him."
of the direction about Balki laying down and then falling asleep on the couch is
in the script.
Buzz comes in looking depressed, Balki asks, "Buzz, are you okay?"
instead of "Buzz, didn't you have fun?" When Grandpa says,
"We dined, we danced, then she dumped me," Balki replies, "Buzz,
you lucky dog." "What?" Grandpa asks. "Balki,
she left him," Larry has to explain.
the start of Act Two, Larry is sitting at the coffee table paying bills.
There is nothing about him dunking a cookie in his coffee and Balki jumping onto
After Grandpa gives Larry his will and goes back to his room, Balki says,
"Well, Cousin, I hope you're happy now. You put the 'old' back in the
old man." "There's nothing wrong with a person updating their
will," Larry argues, "I do it every four months myself."
"Well, that's a problem for another day," Balki sighs.
Grandpa comes back in and asks Larry if he has a plastic bag for his burial
suit, Balki says to Larry, "Cousin, I believe the ball's in the People's
Before Balki tells Larry to stand on one foot and cluck like a chicken, he
doesn't say anything about taking Grandpa to a restaurant. Larry asks,
"And this is going to help Grandpa?" before Balki tells him he just
loves to see him do it.
script says that George greets Balki in Greek and says, "Welcome, Balki,
good to see you." Balki replies in Greek with, "Good to see you,
Athena is hugging Balki, he somehow was to tell Larry, So far so good,
After seating them, George was to say in Greek, "Sit. Enjoy your
meal," and then to Balki, "Don't worry, Balki, everything is just the
way you want it."
asking Grandpa is the place is fun, Larry adds, "Don't you feel better?
Don't you feel younger? Don't you feel alive?" Grandpa then
asks, "Don't you feel a draft?" Larry turns to Balki and says
worriedly, "Balki, it's not working." "Cousin, haste makes
paste," Balki says, then he offers Grandpa the appetizer.
After Larry tries the spicy food the first time he was to run to another table
and grab a glass of water from a customer's hand and gulps it down. It's
after he does this that he returns to the table and yells at Balki, "Are
you trying to burn a hole in his stomach?"
After the plate Larry throws down doesn't break, he says, "Maybe I'd be
better at the dancing part." Balki takes Larry onto the dance floor
and begins to teach him a Greek dance which ends in the Dance of Joy (this is
what was shown under the end credits.)
on to the next episode . . .