Perfect Strangers Episode Guide

EPISODE 14 - Can I Get a Witness?

First Air Date: November 26, 1986
Nielsen Rating: 14.0 HH

Co-Producer: James OíKeefe
Created by: Dale McRaven
Written by: Bob Keyes
Directed by: Joel Zwick

Bronson Pinchot: Balki Bartokomous
Mark Linn-Baker: Larry Appleton
Ernie Sabella: Mr. Donald Twinkacetti

Guest Cast:
Melanie Wilson: Jennifer Lyons
Rebeca Arthur: Mary Anne
John Del Regno: Vince Lucas
James Gallery: Mr. Dunne, Defense Attorney
Ivan Bonar: Judge Francis T. Ceretto
Milt Oberman: Mr. OíDay, Prosecuting Attorney
Kopi Sotiropulos: Court Bailiff
Marianne Muellerleile: Police Woman #2

Dimitri Appearances: Dimitri appears in three different places throughout this episode. First he can be seen right behind Larry sitting on the cabinet just outside the kitchen. Later he is sitting on the dining room table wearing a prisonerís hat with a ball and chain around his back right leg. This costume can be seen even better at the end of the show when Dimitri, despite the ball and chain on his leg, somehow managed to move to the couch.

"Gambling is just the tip of the ice cube."
"Lenny's a singing baseball player?"
"So . . . these are the Halls of Justice.  Where are the Halls of Montezuma?
"The home of the free, the land of the Braves."
"Weíre going to send you up the river without a poodle."
"Oh Cousin, you got modicum you donít even know about!"

Donít be ridiculous: Said twice in this episode.

Other catchphrases used in this episode:
"Oh, go on with you!"
Balki's "Huh?"
Mary Anne's "Yay!"

Other running jokes used in this episode:
Larry does his "shmuck laugh"
Balki and Larry wrestle with another, including nose and ear pulling
Larry answers one of Balki's questions incorrectly just to move on

Interesting facts:
The title of this episode was the name of a 1963 Marvin Gaye song.
This episode marks the first time we see Balki wearing his bullet hat.
- Balki says he stopped at the newsstand to pick up the latest edition of Spiderman comics.  Balkiís references to Spiderman would decrease over the years but in these early episodes they were still fairly common.
- This was the first episode in which Larry and Balki were arrested.  They would be incarcerated again twice . . . for refusing to reveal their source on a news story in Prose and Cons and when Larry is incorrectly identified as a robber in The Wedding.
- Vince Lucas, played to perfection by the wonderful John Del Regno, was the epitome of an underworld heavy.  His role was so menacing and so serious it made it even more funny when Vince returned to the series in the season three episode The Pen Pal with a completely unexpected comic twist!
- Balkiís comment about Judge Wapner referred to the very popular show The Peopleís Court which ran, which Judge Joseph Wapner presiding, from 1981 to 1993.  A new incarnation of the show debuted in 1997 and can still be seen on television today.
- If you look closely during the court scene, you'll see that Vince's "secretaries" are in attendance, sitting behind Vince in the gallery during the proceedings.
- Marianne Muellerleile, who played Policewoman #2, also appeared in the season six episode Grandpa as Athena, an enthusiastic patron in the Greek restaurant.  Fans of Bronson will probably know her best from his short-lived CBS series The Trouble with Larry in which she appeared in practically every episode as a Margaret Dumont-type character.  She also made an appearance in the pilot episode of Bronson's 1997 CBS series, Meego.  You can visit her fabulous and very thorough official website by clicking here!
The first policewoman is now also very familiar to us . . . she is the same extra who keeps showing up in the background throughout the series!  This is her most notable appearance to date, yet without a speaking part she is still uncredited and her identity remains, as yet, unknown.
- Sadly, two of the character actors in this episode have left us.  Actor James Gallery who played the seedy defense attorney Mr. Dunne, passed away in 2001.  Veteran actor Ivan Bonar, who played Judge Ceretto, passed away in 1988.
- Playing the bailiff in this episode is Kopi Sotiropulos, who is currently a weatherman for KMPH Fox channel 26 in the central San Joaquin Valley in California!  You can read his biography by clicking here (check the "Meet the Team" page under "About Us" for a very funny video interview with him as well!)
- This episode marks the first time Larry does his "Jose Vasquez" voice when he talks to the airline to cancel the flights he booked out of the country.  In future scripts, the writers would put "a la Jose Vasquez" whenever they wanted Mark to affect a Mexican accent.

Bloopers and Inconsistencies:
When Vince kicks in their door, he breaks the door jam but the door remains on its hinges.  So why is the door later completely off its hinges?

The episode begins with Larry sorting through his record album collection, which is in disarray.  "Look at this . . . Balki!" Larry sighs, "They're all in the wrong jackets.  Wayne Newton is in Juice Newtonís jacket.  There's no telling where Olivia Newton-John is."  He checks the album and sleeve in his hand.  "Elton John," he sighs.  Balki enters excitedly, wearing a heavy coat and his bullet hat and carrying a paper sack.  "Cousin?  Something wonderful happened to me on the way home!"  "Donít tell me," Larry interrupts, eyeing the hat, "You found work as a human cannonball."  "No, you big kidder," Balki continues, "I stopped by the newsstand to pick up the latest edition of Spiderman comics and a nice man there offered me a delivery job."  "A job?  You already have a job," Larry points out.  "Yes, so now we're a three income family," Balki says.  "Right," Larry agrees.  Balki removes his bullet hat and reaches into the paper bag.  "So, Cousin, with my first day's pay . . . I buy you this."  He hands Larry a package wrapped in brown paper.

"Oh, well, Balki, I . . . I don't know what to say," Larry says, sincerely touched as he walks to the couch to open it, "Oh, well . . . "  He removes a strange-looking contraption from the wrapped box.  "Oh, this is, uh . . . this is, uh . . . what is this?"  "It's a po-tah-to clock," Balki explains.  "A potato clock?" Larry asks.  "Yes, you stick this into a potato and it runs off potato power," Balki explains, holding a potato for Larry to use.  "Well, Balki, thank you but . . . really, you shouldn't have," Larry says.  "Oh, go on with you!" Balki says, taking Larry's comment as a compliment.  "No, no . . . I mean it," Larry says seriously.  "Don't you worry your curly little head about that," Balki says, getting up from the couch to hang up his coat, "I'm loaded.  Vince give me fifty dollars."  "Fifty dollars?" Larry asks with surprise, then adds, "Who is Vince?"  "Vince is the man who sits in the limousine parked outside the newsstand all the time," Balki explains, returning to the couch, "He give me the money and he says to me that there's plenty more where that come from and then he does this with his eye."  Balki winks at Larry slowly, then looks tickled.  "He likes Balki."

"I'll bet he does," Larry agrees, then asks, "You took a job from a man whose office is a car?"  "Yes!" Balki answers, "And heís doing pretty good.  He has two secretaries in the back seat!"  "What exactly do you do for this Vince?" Larry asks.  "Well, I take a package from him and I deliver it to his uncle downtown," Balki answers, "but it's not so simple as it sounds.  Vince says that someone might follow me, so I must never walk the same way twice.  So, today, I walk like this."  Balki gets up and walks across the room normally.  "And tomorrow I'm gonna walk like this."  Balki returns, gyrating his pelvis as he walks.  "Interesting," Larry hums, then he motions for Balki to return to the couch.  "Balki . . . Vince is a crook.  You are obviously involved in something illegal."  "Cousin, delivering a package is illegal?" Balki asks in disbelief.

"Well, it could be depending on what's in it," Larry explains.  Balki looks intrigued and asks, "What's in it?"  "I don't know!" Larry cries with frustration.  "Well, then how do you know it's illegal?" Balki asks.  "Because the package belongs to a man who works out of a car with secretaries in the back seat," Larry points out.  "So?" Balki asks.  "They are not secretaries," Larry says bluntly.  "What is your point?" Balki asks.  "Well, the point is you never look before you leap, which is why you get into these messes and I have to bail you out," Larry complains.  Balki turns his head away, looking indignant.  "Now when is your next delivery?" Larry asks.  "I'm not telling you," Balki pouts.  "When is your next delivery?" Larry insists.  "Tomorrow at lunch," Balki admits.  "Well, I'm going with you," Larry states.  "Well, okay," Balki agrees.

The next day Larry enters the Ritz Discount Store quickly, carrying a rolled up brown paper bag.  Balki is close behind him, protesting.  "Cousin, I told you, I don't have time to stop here!  I have to make a delivery!"  Larry sets the package on an empty table.  "There's plenty of time for that."  "Cousin, no!  Vince told me not to stop.  I have to deliver this package!"  "We have to find out what's inside it," Larry explains, "You could be smuggling drugs!"  "Cousin, we can't open it," Balki argues, "Vince told me not to."  "That's exactly why we have to open it," Larry says, reaching down to undo the brown paper.  Balki tries to grab it, saying, "No."  Larry pulls it away from him, saying, "Balki," and looking at him seriously.  "Give me that package!" Balki insists.  "No," Larry repeats, putting the package down on the table again, "Now we're going to open it."  Balki snatches the package from Larry.  "No, Balki, give me that package!"  "N - O, No!" Balki says seriously.  "Give me that package!" Larry insists.  "Can'tcha spell?" Balki asks.  Larry softens his voice, beginning, "Just try to . . . "  He makes a grab for the package but Balki holds tight onto it.

As they wrestle over the package, Balki grabs Larry's nose.  "Oh, oh, all right!" Larry counters, grabbing Balki's ear.  They roll over onto the table where they continues to wrestle.  Mr. Twinkacetti comes out of his office and heads for the front door, saying, "I'm going to lunch," but otherwise ignoring them completely as he leaves.  In the midst of their wrestling bout, the package rips open and bundles of money fall out.  "Look at all the money!" Balki gasps, "Poor Vince must have given me the wrong package!"  "Oh yes, I know how that can be," Larry says, "Iím constantly misplacing thousands of dollars."  They gather up the bundles of cash and Larry also finds a little stack of papers tied with a rubber band.  "Balki . . . Vince is running numbers."  "Well of course he is, donít be ridiculous," Balki responds, "And you thought he was doing something illegal!"  "Itís illegal gambling!" Larry explains, "Itís a crime.  They send people to prison for that.  And youíre involved!"  "But Cousin, if I'm a criminal they won't let me become a citizen," Balki realizes, "What I'm going to do?"  "All right, don't panic," Larry says, "The first thing to do is tape up this package.  Get some tape."

Balki turns and walks to the Scotch tape dispenser on the counter, pulling the tape over to them in a long string and leaving the dispenser on the counter.  They both start tearing off pieces as Larry fumbles to tape the bag back together.  "We're gonna have to take this back to Vince and give him back his fifty dollars," Larry explains.  Two women walk into the store and approach them.  "All right, first we're gonna have to take care of these customers," Larry says.  They turn to the women but they're still tangled up in the tape.  "Uh, may we help you?" Larry asks.  "I think so," the taller woman says, holding out a badge, "Police.  Weíve been following you for a half hour.  You two are under arrest."  "What?" Larry asks in shock.  "Spread 'em!" the policewoman orders.  The other policewoman pushes Larry to the table and pats him down, then does the same to Balki, who laughs and jiggles because she is inadvertently tickling him.  Their hands are then cuffed behind their backs.  "Are we in trouble?" Balki asks.  "Yes . . . yes, we're in trouble!" Larry confirms.  The policewoman starts reading them their Miranda rights.  "You have the right to remain silent.  If you give up that right anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law . . . . "

Later that night in the apartment, Jennifer and Mary Anne are with them.  Jennifer is sitting on the couch with Larry and Mary Anne is in the kitchen with Balki.  "Thank you for picking us up at the police station," Larry says to Jennifer.  "We were so worried about you," Jennifer offers.  "Well, it was pretty grim," Larry admits, "and they grilled us for hours under those lights."  "Cousin, they grilled me.  You fainted," Balki reminds him.  Larry tries to save face by explaining, "Well, it was hot under those lights."  "Well, I'm glad they believed you were innocent," Jennifer says, "What did they do about Vince?"  "Well, thanks to yours truly Vince was arrested," Larry explains, "The police practically begged us to testify at his arraignment tomorrow."  Mary Anne carries a tray of drinks over and sets them on the coffee table.  Balki sits on the chair to the right of the couch and Mary Anne sits next to him.  "We are part of 'the State vs. Vince Lucas,'" Balki explains, "The police says that he's involved in all kinds of illegal things.  Gambling is just he tip of the ice cube."

"You know, I think he's the same jerk that was bothering Mary Anne and me," Jennifer says.  "Why do people let him get away with such things?" Mary Anne asks.  "Well, I guess they're afraid," Larry speculates, "Most people just don't have the guts to get involved."  "But we do," Balki says, "It's . . . it's a dirty job but somebody's got to do it."  Mary Anne looks at Balki with awe.  "I just love it when you talk like that," she says.  She gives him a quick kiss on the cheek.  Balki is speechless.  Larry looks at Jennifer hopefully and sidles up to her, lowering his voice into macho range.  "Yeah, well . . . a man's gotta do what a man's got to do."  Jennifer realizes what Larry wants and looks uncomfortable.  "Uh, we'd better let you get some rest," she smiles, "You have a big day in court tomorrow."  "Well, I'm not tired," Larry assures her.  "We'll, uh, see you down at, uh . . . the courthouse tomorrow," Jennifer promises, getting up from the couch.  She heads for the door with Mary Anne following.  Mary Anne pauses before closing the door and says, "Good night, Balki!"  Balki motions to her and she leaves.

After a moment, Balki asks Larry point blank, "You struck out, huh?"  "Well, you know we're going to be doing a good thing for the community by putting Vince away," Larry points out.  There is a knock at the door.  "I'll get it," Larry says, "Jennifer probably wants to tell me how proud she is of me . . . in private."  Larry and Balki share a knowing look before Larry saunters to the door and opens it.  A man wearing a long, black coat is standing there; small in stature but imposing all the same.  Larry immediately slams the door shut on him, and turns to Balki, crying "Oh my God!  Itís Vince!"  "Well, he probably just wants to apologize for getting us in trouble," Balki says, walking over to Larry.  "Open the door!" Vince demands from outside.  "Uh . . . this is not a good time," Larry calls through the door, "Uh, uh . . . the place is a mess.  If you had called first . . . "  Vince kicks in the door, breaking the door frame.  He steps inside the apartment, looking very serious.

"Vince!  Hi!  Come on in!" Larry says nervously, "Our doorís always open."  "Especially now," Balki observes.  "Oh, Balki, look . . . it's Vince," Larry babbles, "Oh hey, heard you got busted.  Us, too.  You get a smart lawyer he'll get you off.  You won't do a dime's worth of time.  You'll walk . . . yeah . . . walk . . . "  "Can I talk now?" Vince asks.  "Sure," Larry nods timidly.  "I once had a guy named Lenny who delivered packages for me.  He decided to sing.  Now . . . Lennyís with the angels."  "Lennyís a singing baseball player?" Balki asks in confusion.  "Let me try again," Vince continues, "Testify tomorrow and youíll be holding your breath forever, you got it?"  "Got it!" Larry says immediately.  "I donít got it," Balki says, still confused,  "If you hold your breath forever you . . . . "  His eyes open wide with apprehension.  "Got it."  Vince walks out the door, leaving the cousins worrying over his threat.

Act two begins with an establishing shot of the Cook County Criminal Court House.  Balki and Larry enter the courtroom where Vinceís arraignment is to take place.  Balki is impressed.  "So . . . these are the Halls of Justice.  Where are the Halls of Montezuma?"  "Theyíre in another building," Larry answers glibly.  The Stateís prosecuting attorney, Mr. OíDay, enters behind them.  "Boy, am I glad you guys showed up," he sighs, "My case is falling apart.  Seven of the witnesses suddenly got amnesia."  "Well, you've still got the eighth, don't you?" Larry asks worriedly.  "The eighth . . . canít find him at all."  "Wha . . . what do you mean, 'can't find?'" Larry asks.  "He just disappeared.  Go figure!"  Mr. O'Day walks to his table.  Vince is sitting at the opposite table, giving Larry a very knowing look.  "Balki, there are no other witnesses.  Just us," Larry points out.  "Cousin, there's nothing to worry about," Balki assures him.  "Nothing to worry about?" Larry asks incredulously, "One of the witnesses disappeared!"  "We have the whole legal system behind us," Balki notes.

Jennifer and Mary Anne enter the courtroom.  "Hi, Balki.  Larry," Jennifer smiles, "This is so exciting!"  "Yes, isn't it?" Balki asks.  "Well, break a leg!" Mary Anne offers as they girls go to sit in the gallery.  Larry's eyes open wide at this statement.  "Balki . . . we can't testify," Larry states.  "What?" Balki asks in disbelief, "Whatever happened to 'A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do?'"  "No, no," Larry shakes his head, "See, you don't understand.  If we testify against this man . . . he's going to kill us."  "Cousin, we have to go over there and say what we know," Balki insists, "It's the right thing to do."  "I know it's the right thing to do but we can't do it," Larry insists, "I mean, it's not like we're taking a big bite out of crime.  I mean, if we testify maybe we'll put away one small-time criminal but someone else will just take his place.  It's not worth dying for."  Larry turns and tries to get Mr. O'Day's attention discreetly, going, "Psst!  Psst!"  Mr. O'Day is the last person in the vicinity who turns to look at Larry.  Larry motions for the man to come over to them, which he does.  "Uh, Mr. O'Day, we . . . we've been thinking and we're not sure that we can identify the man," Larry reaches, "I mean, it was awfully dark."  "It was noon," Mr. O'Day points out.

"Right, right," Larry agrees, "I don't know how to say this, uh but . . . "  "You've been thinking it over and you've decided not to testify?" Mr. O'Day surmises.  "Well, only in the legal sense," Larry says.  "There goes my case," Mr. O'Day sighs, returning to his table.  The bailiff enters the courtroom and announces, "All rise!" as the judge enters, "This hearing is now in session.  The honorable Francis T. Ceretto presiding."  "Oh," Balki says with disappointment, "I was hoping for Judge Wapner."  Larry tries to lead Balki from the courtroom but Balki stays put.  Mr. O'Day approaches the bench.  "Uh, Your Honor, I'm, uh, sorry to say the State has suffered a minor setback.  We have no witnesses."  "I'd call that a setback," Judge Ceretto nods, "Well, if there are no witnesses, there's no case.  So I'm going to . . . . "  "Please!  Please!" Balki calls from the back of the courtroom where Larry is trying to pull him out the door, "I . . . I am a witness."  "Ah, no no," Larry says, "He misunderstood.  Heís not a witness witness, he's a . . . Jehovahís Witness."  Larry speaks to Balki seriously, saying, "You can't do this!"  "Cousin, I have to do this," Balki explains, "Vince used me.  My honor is at stake.  My honor.  You donít mess around with a Mypiotís honor."

Mr. O'Day returns to his table, stating, "Your Honor, the State would like to call Balki Bartokomous."  Vince reaches over and opens the gate for Balki to walk through.  Larry takes a seat in the gallery as Balki sits down next to Mr. O'Day at the prosecution's table where a microphone is set up.  Balki starts doing a sound check into the microphone.  "Uh one, uh two, uh one, two, three, four . . . "  Mr. O'Day covers the microphone with his hand and tells Balki, "Mr. Bartokomous, you're supposed to sit up there."  "Really?" Balki asks.  "Yes."  "Right next to the judge?" Balki asks.  "Yes," Mr. O'Day nods.  "Wwowww!" Balki says quietly, getting up and walking toward the bench.  Balki steps into the witness box but continues to stand, addressing the judge.  "Hi," Balki smiles.  The judge nods at him.  "Nice robes," Balki adds.  "Please, uh . . . sit down," Judge Ceretto encourages him.  Balki sits in the witness' chair as the bailiff brings him the Bible.  "Raise your right hand," the bailiff instructs, which Balki does.  "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?"  the bailiff asks.  "Well, of course I do, donít be ridiculous!" Balki insists.

Some time later, Balki is finishing up a long-winded version of events.  " . . . then after Vince kicked down our door and threatened us, I went to sleep because I said to myself, I said, 'Balki, you should go to sleep because tomorrow you're going to have to go to court and testify and you don't want to have those big black circles under your eyes.'  Like, my Cousin Larry make breakfast and, Cousin, you know when you leave the eggs in the pan too long and they get all black around the edges and I have to say, 'Gotta go pour the Froot Loops!'" . . . "  "Your Honor!" Mr. Dunne, the defense attorney, cries desperately.  "Sustained, sustained," Judge Ceretto taps his gavel, "Mr. Dunne."  Mr. Dunne gets up from his table, saying, "Thank you, Your Honor."  He approaches Balki.  "Mr. Bartokomous . . . I think it's rather obvious that you're an immigrant, so let's stop beating around the bush.  Why did you come to America?"  "Oh, because when I am a little small boy I dream to come to America," Balki answers, "the land of the free, the home of the Braves . . . and my dream was to travel all over this land . . . from California to the New York Island . . . from the redwood forest to the gulf stream water.  This land was made for you . . . and me."  He pauses a moment, then begins with "And if I had a hammer . . . . "

"I see!" Mr. Dunne cries with exasperation, "Yes, America, a land of beauty, a land of freedom, a land of . . . opportunity?"  "Yes!" Balki smiles, "It's a wonderful country."  "So you came to get rich, didn't you?" Mr. Dunne asks directly.  "No," Balki replies.  "Just answer the question," Mr. Dunne barks.  "I did," Balki responds.  "Ha!  So you admit you came here to get rich!" Mr. Dunne insists.  Balki is getting flustered, answering quietly.  "N . . . no."  "Which is it?  Yes or no?" Mr. Dunne asks.  Larry jumps to his feet and shouts, "I object!  That's badgering an immigrant!"  "You can't object!" the judge proclaims, then he asks Balki, "Eh, who is this person?"  "That's Cousin Larry," Balki smiles.  "Cousin Larry . . . sit down," Judge Ceretto orders.  Mr. O'Day motions for Larry to sit, which Larry does.  Mr. Dunne continues, "I submit to the court that this Balki Bartokomous . . . is that a Russian name?"  "No, it's Myposian," Balki explains.  "I'll bet," Mr. Dunne scoffs, "I submit that Mr. Bartokomous came to this country with good intentions but when he discovered that Americans in fact work for a living, he decided to take an easier route.  And that's when he attempted to recruit my client to join him in his heinous plan, illegal gambling!"

Larry jumps back to his feet and cries, "Objection!  Balki is being abused by this . . . this . . . ambulance chaser!"  "Your Honor!" Mr. Dunne cries.  "Young man, you are in contempt!" the judge states.  "Well, I don't care!" Larry insists.  "Well now, if you keep this up I'll have to put you in jail," Judge Ceretto adds.  "Okay," Larry says meekly and he sits back down.  "Your Honor, the defense moves that the charges in this case be dismissed," Mr. Dunne concludes.  "Mr. O'Day, unless there are any other witnesses to substantiate Mr. Bartokomous' testimony, I am afraid I am going to have to dismiss the charges," Judge Ceretto notes.  Balki gets to his feet and asks the judge, "How can you do that?  He's a bad man and . . . and you have to take him away because the good people have to be safe.  How can this happen in America?"  "It happens," Judge Ceretto answers solemnly.  Balki sits back down, looking devastated.

"Well, I have no choice but to release the defendant," Judge Ceretto states.  "Well, now wait a minute," Larry says, getting to his feet again, "That . . . that's it?  Youíre gonna just let him go?  Your Honor, guys like Vince are allowed to walk the streets because people like me are afraid to testify against them, while this man, whoís not even an American yet, is . . . is up there risking his life to do whatís right.  Well, I . . . Iím ashamed of myself."  "Uh, Cousin Larry . . . is this rambling taking us anyplace?" Judge Ceretto asks.  "Yes, it is," Larry says, "I can back up everything this man said.  I wanna testify."  The courtroom audience applauds and Mary Anne yells, "Yay!"  As Larry approaches the gates, Vince stands up and says, "Youíre making a big mistake!"  "My life is full of big mistakes!" Larry replies.  Larry walks up to the witness stand next to Balki.  "You can threaten us all you want but we're still gonna testify.  And if thereís any justice in this world weíre gonna put you away."  "Weíre gonna send you up the river without a poodle," Balki adds.  The courtroom bursts into applause again and Judge Ceretto bangs his gavel to restore order.

That night we see the darkened apartment and hear a key in the front door lock.  A moment later the door falls inward and crashes to the floor.  "Weíre gonna have to get that fixed," Balki notes.  "Right," Larry agrees.  They enter and Larry flips on the light.  Together they lift the door back up so that it's leaning against the door frame.  "Balki, I don't believe it," Larry begins.  Balki reaches over and puts the chain on the door.  "I saw a side of myself today that I never saw before," Larry continues.  "Cousin, I saw that side, too," Balki nods, "It wasnít pretty."  "Do you mind?" Larry asks, "I'm . . . I'm trying to resurrect a modicum of dignity here."  "Oh Cousin, you got modicum you donít even know about," Balki assures him, "It just took a while to get past all that fear."  Larry gets two sodas out of the fridge.  "Yeah, well . . . sorry I almost let you down."  "Cousin, you don't have to apologize to me," Balki assures him, "When it really counted you came through.  And I should thank you.  Thank you."  They sit on the back of the couch.  

"Well, the important thing is because of you Vince is out of business for a long, long time," Larry points out.  "I hope his secretaries get work," Balki sighs.  "You know, buddy, I fell apart a little in court today but deep down inside . . . I knew things would work out," Larry says, "When guys threaten you like that, you gotta show 'em who's boss.  You gotta show 'em they can't make you run and hide.  Huh?  Huh?"  The phone rings and Balki gets up to answer it as Larry sits, laughing to himself bravely.  "Hello?" Balki says into the receiver, "Just . . . just a minute."  Balki addresses Larry.  "Cousin, it's someone who wants to confirm two plan reservations to Buenos Aires."  Larry gets up and takes the receiver, saying, "I'll take this."  Larry pauses, then lifts the receiver to his ear and speaks with a Mexican accent.  "This is Jose Vasquez.  No, no, I wonít be needing those tickets.  Yeah.  Via con dios to you, too."  Larry hangs up the phone and resumes his macho braggadocio.  "You gotta show Ďem on which side of the fence youíre gonna stand.  You gotta show Ďem they canít push you around.  You gotta take a stand.  Youíre not buying this, are you?"  "No way, Jose!" Balki says.

Continue on to the next episode . . .