Perfect Strangers Episode Guide

EPISODE 15 - Two Men and a Cradle

First Air Date: December 3, 1986
Nielsen Rating: 15.6 HH

Co-Producer: James OíKeefe
Created by: Dale McRaven
Written by: Paula A. Roth
Directed by: Joel Zwick

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

Guest Cast:
Candi Milo: Gina Morelli
Deborah Benson: Linda Richards

Dimitri Appearances: Dimitri can be seen sitting on the chair to the right of the couch throughout the episode.  However, earlier in the episode he has something around his neck, which may in fact be a baby sheep in a papoose!

Balki-isms:
"Canít pull the wool over your nose."
"You donít want to have a nervous breakdance."
"Any other bright ideas, Mr. Spock?"

Donít be ridiculous: Said three times in this episode.

Other catchphrases used in this episode:
"Watch . . . and learn!"
"Cousin, you are a genius!"
"We gotta talk about that."
"Oh my Lord!"
"Hi!" (in stereo)
"Are you crazy?"
"Yes!  Yes!"
"Oh po po!"

Other running jokes used in this episode:
Balki laughs at his own joke (although he doesnít say "Where do I come up with them?")
Balki tries to warn Larry against doing something but Larry won't listen and it turns out Balki was right
Larry grabs Balki by the shirt

Songs:
"The Star-Spangled Banner (American National Anthem)" - Balki sings one line when Gina says she and Steve are going to Philadelphia
"Rock-a-bye Baby" - sung by Larry to try to get Little Frankie to go to sleep
"The Brady Bunch Theme" - sung by Balki and Larry to get Little Frankie to go to sleep

Interesting facts:
-
The title of the episode is based on a classic 1986 French film called 3 Hommes et un Couffin (3 Men and a Cradle).  The film was remade in the U.S. in 1987 as Three Men and a Baby.
- This is the second appearance of Candi Milo as Balkiís friend Gina and also the second appearance of her baby Frankie (although the baby wasnít named in the last episode and we never actually saw the baby when it was delivered).  Gina also mentions her husband Steve who is once again talked about but never seen.  While these could have been long-term recurring characters this is the last episode in which Gina appeared or was even mentioned.  You can visit Candi's official site by clicking here.
- Larry makes reference to his siblings again, mentioning Elaine in the context that when he was a kid his mother used to say "Let Elaine tie you up!"  Elaine was probably the most mentioned Appleton sibling apart from Brother Billy, both of whom would make appearances in the series, Elaine later this season and Billy in the third season.  Mentioned only in this episode is Larryís younger brother Davey who as a baby used to like it when Larry made faces at him.
- The way which Balki and Larry sing The Brady Bunch Theme in this episode was so hilarious they did it again briefly in the third season episode Couch Potato.  Undoubtedly most Perfect Strangers fans cannot even sing the theme song any more without adding "da da da da dum" after the appropriate lines.

Bloopers and Inconsistencies:
- Gina leaves Balki and Larry with Frankie in a baby carriage and a bag of provisions, but in the scene where they are trying to sing Frankie to sleep he is in a bassinet.  Where did the bassinet come from?  (Note: the script says it is a portable crib but would one of those fit into the bag Gina handed to Larry?)
twomencradlegrab06.gif (120593 bytes)- While the baby carriages look very similar, Balki and Larry must not have been very observant at the park because there is one major difference.  Frankie's carriage had white oval designs on the side while Katie's carriage did not!


Synopsis:
The episode begins in the Ritz Discount Store.  Balki is kneeling down next to a baby carriage.  Gina, Balki's friend from his citizenship class, is standing by the carriage.  "Hello, Little Frankie," Balki says to the baby inside the carriage as he gives him a bottle, "Dach bo deez dis ne nik nik machnif manilk nunk."  Balki looks up at Gina with surprise and says, "This little baby speaks Myposian!  I just told him to drink his bottle, cry a little and let the milk dribble down his chin and he did it."  "Now are you sure you don't mind keeping the baby for the weekend?" Gina asks.  "Gina, it's no problem," Balki assures her.  "Do you think it will be okay with Larry?" Gina asks.  "Well, of course I do.  Don't be ridiculous," Balki says, then adds, "Do we have to tell him?"  "Balki!" Gina scolds.  "Okay, it's . . . it's no problem," Balki insists, "I'll handle him."  Larry enters the store and smiles.  "Gina!"
"Hi," Gina greets him.

"Look who she's got with her," Balki says, "It's Little Frankie."  "Oh hi, Frankie.  How's it goin', pal?  Huh?" Larry asks the baby playfully, then he comments to Gina, "I bet you and Steve can't get enough of this little guy."  "Oh yeah, it's wonderful," Gina says less than enthusiastically.  "Gina, what's the problem?" Larry asks.  "Well, look, you know that Steve's a truck driver," Gina explains, "and he's gone a week, sometimes two weeks at a time.  When we're apart, he misses me."  "Well, of course he misses you . . . thatís natural," Larry says.  "No, I mean he really misses me," Gina emphasizes.  "W . . . well, yes, uh . . . " Larry stammers.  "You know . . . you know what I think?" Balki asks, "I think that all Gina and Steve need is some time alone away from the baby."  "Well, Balki, you're right," Larry agrees, "I think that's a wonderful idea."  "I'm glad you said that," Balki smiles.  Larry starts to get suspicious and points out, "Well, actually you said it first."  "Yes, but you said it was a wonderful idea.  I heard you," Balki notes as Gina nods in agreement.

"Balki, why do I get the feeling there's more going on here than I'm aware of?" Larry asks worriedly.  "Canít pull the wool over your nose," Balki sighs, "Cousin, I just thought it would be nice if sometime we take the baby with us so that Gina and Steve could have some time alone."  "Well, that's no problem," Larry says.  "It's not?" Balki asks.  "Of course not," Larry insists, "Gina, I tell you what . . . sometime next summer why don't you and Steve just plan a really romantic evening . . . oh, what the heck . . . make it a weekend . . . and Balki and I will take care of Little Frankie."  "Oh, what the heck, how about we take him right now?" Balki suggests.  "W . . . what, now?" asks a surprised Larry, "Well, uh . . . I . . . I'm sure Gina needs time to make plans."  "Oh, they're made!" Gina announces, much to Larry's shock, "I'm going with Steve on a weekend run to Philadelphia."  "Philadelphia!  The birthplace of the Constitution!" Balki states, and he starts singing 'The Star Spangled Banner.'  "I . . . I'm aware of that," Larry assures them, "I . . . I just . . . "  "Listen, don't worry about a thing," Gina says quickly, handing Larry a bag full of baby items, "Everything you need is right here in this bag."

"Well, I . . . " Larry tries to be heard.  "I have left complete instructions with Balki," Gina continues, "Now, if you need to reach me you can get me on Steve's CB.  His handle is 'The Italian Stallion.'"  She leans down to kiss her son, saying, "Oh, be a good boy, Frankie.  Mama loves you."  To Larry and Balki she says, "Thanks for everything.  This means a lot to me.  Ciao.  Graci."  Balki and Gina exchange some words in Italian while Larry tries desperately to be heard.  "Maybe . . . maybe one day we should, uh . . . uh  . . "  But Gina hurries to the door and is gone.  "Bye.  Bye," Larry waves, "Have a wonderful time."  Larry turns on Balki immediately scowls, saying, "You tricked me!"  Balki lifts Frankie out of his carriage.  "Now Cousin, Little Frankie's watching . . . you  . . . you donít want to have a nervous breakdance."  At this moment Mr. Twinkacetti enters the store in time to hear Larry say, "Balki, this is a decision we both should have made."  Twinkacetti stares at them in disbelief and Larry realizes heís looking at two men with a baby.  He starts to explain but Twinkacetti stops him.  "I donít know how you did it . . . and I donít wanna know!" and turns away.

Later that night in the apartment, Balki is cradling Little Frankie in his arms when a timer goes off.  "Oop.  Okay, I got to go pick up the laundry now," Balki tells Larry as he carries Frankie to the carriage, "Uh . . . Cousin, will you be here?"  Larry is sitting on the couch, reading a book.  "Watching the baby is not my job," he reminds Balki, "I have a life, you know."  "Well, I'll be right back," Balki says as he lays Frankie in the carriage, cooing, "Okay, okay . . . don't worry, Little Frankie.  Your bottle will be ready in just a minute."  Balki hurries out the door to get the laundry.  Larry eyes Frankie, who is making quiet gurgling sounds.  "Itís not going to work," Larry tells him, "Balki is the one who made a promise to your mother and heís the one whoís going to have to keep it."  Frankie keeps making baby sounds.  "I know what you're trying to do," Larry says, "You think if you do something adorable, I'll melt.  Well, you can forget it."  Frankie makes a laughing kind of sound.  "Now come on.  Cut that out," Larry smiles, melting fast.  Frankie keeps giggling and Larry leans over, asking, "Did that come from you, you little . . . ?"

Balki enters the apartment carrying a basket of laundry and Larry quickly resumes reading his book.  "How is Little Frankie?" Balki asks as he carries the basket to the couch and sets it on the floor.  "Hmm?  Oh, fine I suppose," Larry says, "I really haven't been paying attention."  Balki starts folding baby clothes.  "What's that . . . your third load?" Larry asks.  "Fourth," Balki corrects, "And this is no a fun job.  In Mypos, we don't have washing machines and ready-made formula but at least we have diapers that don't fall apart when you wash them."  Balki takes a mangled disposable diaper out of a bag and look at it.  "Balki, those are disposable diapers," Larry informs him.  "Well, of course they are, donít be ridiculous," Balki says, then asks, "Whatís your point?"  "Balki, after the baby goes boom-boom you're supposed to throw them away," Larry explains.  "Then what?" Balki asks.  "Then you use a new one," Larry answers.  Balki looks confused.  "This is all very complicated and very tiring."  "Well I hope youíre learning a lesson in all this," Larry scolds.  "Are you going to talk down to me now?" Balki asks.

"Yes," Larry answers, "Yes, I am.  It just so happens that I have a lot more experience with babies than you."  "Well, of course you do," Balki agrees, "Your Mama had nine of them."  "Yes . . . yes she did," Larry confirms, "And I always had to help her with the others.  She'd say, 'Larry, run to the store and get some more milk.  Larry, babysit your brother.  Larry, let Elaine tie you up.'"  "Boy, that Elaine was a pistol," Balki comments.  "Never mind Elaine," Larry says, "The point is I know there's more to taking care of a baby than just holding it and letting it coo at you and you should have known it, too.  You take responsibility too lightly!"  "Mmmm . . . maybe," Balki hesitates.  "You do," Larry insists, "You do.  Say it."  "I take responsibility too lightly," Balki confesses.  "That's right," Larry says with a satisfied air.  "N . . . now, will you . . . will you help me?" Balki asks.  "Well . . . someone's got to," Larry states as he drops his book onto the coffee table.  Balki grabs Larry's hand and places his head down upon it, saying, "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you . . . "  Larry gets up from the couch and walks to the carriage with Balki following.

"Well, I think it's getting close to the little fella's feeding time.  Now Balki . . . when you burp Little Frankie later you'll want to put a towel on your shoulder so he doesn't dittle on your shirt."  "Cousin, youíre a genius!" Balki proclaims, then asks, "Why you didnít tell me that five shirts ago?"  "Is that his bottle?" Larry asks, motioning to a baby bottle in a pan of water on the stove.  "Well, it's not mine!" Balki jokes, laughing at his own humor.  "All right now, Balki, listen very carefully," Larry instructs as he gets the bottle, "It's very important that the temperature of the milk is right."  "Yes, I know that, but . . . " Balki says, reaching for the bottle, but Larry walks away.  "You don't want it to be too hot or too cold," Larry continues, "so what you want to do after you warm the bottle is to just throw a few drops on your arm . . . "  "Yes, yes," Balki tries to interrupt, "I know that.  Cousin . . . "  "Balki, please . . . Balki . . . do you want my help or not?"  "Yes I do, but . . . but . . . "  "All right then, Balki . . . just . . . Balki . . . Balki . . . watch . . . and learn!  You just want to sprinkle a few drops on the inside of your wrist."  Larry tips the bottle over and the top falls off, dumping formula all over Larry's arm.  "Warm enough?" Balki finally asks.  "Perfect," Larry answers.

Later that night Balki is asleep on the couch and Larry is falling to sleep on the chair next to Frankie, who is in a bassinet.  Frankie is wailing, waking Larry who is obviously dead tired and making a feeble attempt to rock the bassinet.  "Balki," Larry calls as he stands up and walks to the couch, "Balki . . . wake up.  It's three in the morning.  It's your turn."  Balki pushes himself up from the couch, complaining sleepily, "Already?  I . . . I don't understand.  He can't be hungry."  Larry sits on the couch and Balki walks to the bassinet to pick up Frankie.  "He's not wet," Balki notes, "Why you won't sleep?"  "Maybe he's a night person," Larry suggests.  Balki starts walking the floor with Frankie and asks, "How do parents live through this?"  "Iíll tell you how," Larry responds, "They get a couple of jerks to take their baby off their hands.  Let me amend that . . . they get one jerk to trick a bigger jerk into taking a baby off their hands."

"So you're saying this is all my fault?" Balki asks.  "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying," Larry confirms, "You should have known we couldn't handle this kind of responsibility."  "Well, what happened to Mr. "I-Come-From-A-Big-Family?" Balki asks.  "Oh, okay," Larry sighs, getting up from the couch and joining Balki at the bassinet where he's set Frankie back down, "Okay . . . how about this?  My little brother Davey used to like it when I made faces at him."  Balki gives Larry a skeptical look.  "Well, it's worth a try," Larry notes, squatting down next to the bassinet.  He proceeds to make a couple of weird faces, causing Frankie to cry even more.  "Any other bright ideas, Mr. Spock?"  Balki asks.  Larry's eyes open wide with realization.  "Balki . . . we've overlooked the simplest solution of all."  "Well, of course we have.  Don't be ridiculous," Balki agrees, then asks, "What is it?"  "Use your head," Larry says, "Since the beginning of time what have mothers done to calm cranky babies?"  Balkiís eyes open wide and he responds, "Well, I can think of one thing but . . . weíre not equipped for that."  "Iím talking about singing the baby to sleep!" Larry suggests.  "Cousin, you are a genius!" Balki proclaims, "What should we sing?"

"What else?" Larry asks, and he proceeds to sing "Rock-a-bye baby."  As Balki listens to the lyrics, he becomes more and more horrified: "Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop; when the wind blows the cradle will rock; when the bough breaks the cradle will fall, and down will come baby, cradle and all. . . "  "Stop it!" Balki cries, "You give him nightmares!  Who made up such a terrible song?"  "Itís not such a terrible song.  My mother sang it to me all the time!" Larry cries.  "Well, that explains a lot," Balki comments.  "I suppose you have a better song?" Larry asks.  "Well, of course I do," Balki says.  "Oh, is that right?"  "That's right."  "Oh, really?" Larry asks.  "I . . . Frankie should hear a song about a happy family . . . "  "Oh, I see."  " . . . with happy little children who don't fall out of trees and . . . "  He tilts his head to indicate an injury.  "Well, please . . . be my guest," Larry offers.  Balki leans over the bassinet and starts to sing, "Here's the story of a man named Brady, who was busy with three boys of his own, da da da da dum . . . "  As Balki continues to sing "The Brady Bunch Theme," Larry is amazed to see it is working and joins in, even singing the "da da da da dum" part.  Together they succeed in finally getting Frankie to sleep and the scene fades to black.

Act two begins in the apartment during the day.  The door opens and Larry enters, pushing the baby carriage inside.  "You know . . . the park's a totally different place when you have a child with you," Larry comments.  Balki enters behind him, carrying some balloons and a snack, and closes the door with his foot.  "And taking Frankie along was fun, too," Larry finishes his thought.  "Too bad we didn't know last night that he likes to sleep in the park," Balki notes.  "Did you notice how perky he was when he woke up from his nap?" Larry asks as he hangs up his jacket, "Most babies take a little while to adjust but not our Frankie."  Balki sets down the balloons and snack and takes off his jacket as well.  "And he smiled at everyone who looked into his carriage," Balki adds.  "Mmm hmm," Larry hums, hanging up Balki's jacket, "I think the other parents were a little jealous, don't you?"  "Well, of course they were.  We had the best baby," Balki agrees.  "Did you notice how nervous some of them were?" Larry asks, "I don't think they've had any experience with babies at all.  I don't know what the big fuss is.  After all, whatís a baby but a short adult in plastic pants?"

There is crying from the carriage.  "Oh, I know that cry!" Balki says, "That's an 'I'm wet and uncomfortable' cry."  Larry hands Balki a diaper and goes to get a soda out of the refrigerator as Balki proceeds to change the baby.  As he walks away, Larry hums "The Brady Bunch Theme."  "Is Uncle Balki right?" Balki asks the baby, "Are you all wet and . . . ?"  Balki stops suddenly, looking startled.  "Cousin?"  "Hmm?" Larry asks.  "The last time you changed Little Frankie, was he a little boy or a little girl?" Balki asks.  Larry thinks about this a moment, then walks to Balki.  "What are you talking about?  He's a boy."  "Well, we gotta talk about that," Balki says, "This baby is a girl."  "That's not possible," Larry insists.  "It is possible if we took the wrong baby home from the park," Balki points out, "Look for yourself."  Larry frantically fumbles with the baby's covers, then leans back in shock.  "Oh my Lord.  That's, uh . . . whoa . . . that's . . . that's not a boy."  "I just said that," Balki notes.  Larry turns on Balki, grabbing him by the sleeves.  "How could something like this happen?"  "Well, maybe it happened during the puppet show," Balki speculates, "There were so many carriages just like Frankie's and you didn't notice you took the wrong carriage."

"I took the wrong carriage?" Larry cries.  "Well . . . I couldn't be pushing the carriage.  I was getting the balloons," Balki says.  "Well, you're the one who wanted the balloons," Larry points out.  "Well, they were for Frankie," Balki explains.  "Well, theyíre not for Frankie now!" Larry cries.  "What are we going to do?" Balki cries in panic.  "All right, all right," Larry says, trying to be calm, "We'll go back to the park and look for Frankie."  Larry starts for the door but Balki stops him.  "Wait a minute . . . I got it . . . we go back to the park and look for Frankie," Balki suggests.  "Right!" Larry agrees.  They both run for the door.  "Wait a minute!" Balki cries before they open the door, "What if he's not there?"  "Oh my God!" Larry gasps, "What if he's not there?"  Larry opens the door and they both run out, closing the door behind them.  A moment later the door opens and they come back in for the baby carriage.  "You did it again!" Larry says.  "I didn't leave the baby, you left the baby!" Balki argues.  They grab the carriage and run back out of the apartment, leaving the door open.  A moment later they come back.  "You left the door open!" Larry scolds.  "I didn't leave the door open," Balki argues as they close the door.

Some time later the door to the apartment opens and Larry and Balki enter in despair, Larry pushing the same carriage they had before.  "I can't believe we couldn't find the baby," Larry says in a monotone voice.  "I can't believe Gina's going to be here any minute and we have to tell her we couldn't find the baby," Balki adds.  Balki starts looking around, calling, "Frankie?  Frankie?"  "Well, what do you think?  He came home on his own?" Larry asks.  After a moment Larry starts to look around and calls out hopefully, "Frankie?  Frankie?"  "All right," Balki says, "We told everyone at the park . . . we called the police, we called the newspapers.  Is there anything else we should have done?"  "Well, how should I know?  Iíve never lost a baby before!" Larry starts to hyperventilate.  "All right, you need . . . you need to calm down," Balki urges, "Calm down."  Larry immediately stops hyperventilating.  "The people who took Frankie by mistake will realize they made a mistake and they'll bring him back here," Balki points out.  "Do you think so?" Larry asks hopefully.  "Yes," Balki assures him.  Larry sighs with relief.

"Unless . . . theyíre the ones that owned the Winnebago we saw at the park," Balki realizes, "They could be halfway across the state before they realize they took the wrong baby!"  "Why did you have to say that?" Larry cries.  "Did I say that?" Balki asks.  "We have to get Frankie back before Gina gets here," Larry says adamantly.  There is a knock at the door.  "Gina!" Balki and Larry cry in panic.  "What are we going to do?" Balki asks.  "No problem," Larry says, "We're not here."  "But we are here," Balki points out.  "She wonít know that if we donít answer," Larry surmises, "In a little while sheíll go away and in a couple of days weíll call her and tell her to come get Frankie."  Balki laughs nervously and asks, "You are kidding, aren't you?"  "Well, what do you suggest we do?" Larry demands.  "I suggest we tell her the truth," Balki says.  "Oh!  Oh!  That's just fine!" Larry says, "And when she asks how everything went we just say 'Oh ho, smooth as silk with one slight hitch . . . we lost the baby.  Ha ha ha!  How 'bout a soft drink?'"

Gina knocks again and then calls through the door, "Hey, anybody home?"  "Well, I've got to open the door for her," Balki says, moving to head the door.  "Oh, no you don't!" Larry cries, stopping him.  "Oh, yes I do!" Balki argues, picking up Larry and swinging him to stand behind him.  "Oh, no you don't!" Larry counters, grabbing Balki and swinging him around the same way.  "Cousin, I have to open the . . . "  Balki heads for the door and Larry grabs him around the arms from behind but can't stop him, so Larry is dragged to the door with him.  "No, no!" Larry cries.  Balki opens the door and they both compose themselves, saying, "Hi!"  "Hi," Gina smiles, then she sees the carriage and starts to walk to it, "How's my Little Frankie?"  Larry ushers her away from the carriage, saying, "Oh shh!  Shhh!  Asleep, asleep!  We'll go over here."  He pulls Gina to the couch where they all sit down.  "Oh well, I certainly hope he wasn't too much trouble," Gina says.  "Well, everything was all right until today," Balki begins, despite Larry's desperate movements to make him stop, "And then we took Frankie to the park.  And all we wanted . . . we . . . we meant for him to have a good time . . . "

"What Balki is trying to say is that we were having so much fun with Frankie that we . . . we . . . we hate to see him go," Larry covers.  Balki has taken Gina's hand to comfort her.  "Gina, uh . . . I . . . I went to get a balloon for . . . for Frankie," Balki continues, "and . . . and . . . and . . . I thought Cousin Larry . . . "  "He thought that I wanted a balloon," Larry laughs, "Why would I want a balloon?  Ha ha ha ha.  But enough about us.  How was your weekend?"  "Well, it was wonderful," Gina smiles, "Very romantic.  Steve and I worked out a lot of problems.  We decided that when Frankie gets a little older we're going to have another baby.  Maybe we'll have a girl next time."  "Maybe sooner than you think," Balki says, holding tightly onto her hand and kissing it, "Gina . . . this is not easy but . . . we have something to tell you.  You have to know that . . . "  "That you look terrible," Larry interrupts.  "I do?" Gina asks with surprise.  "No, she does not," Balki argues.  "Oh, yes she does!" Larry insists, "Oh, yes you do.  I . . . I know you've been on the road eighteen hours but you don't want Frankie to see you until you freshen up.  You'll scare the dickens out of him!"  Larry grabs Gina and leads her to the bathroom, pushing her inside.

"Yeah, but Steve is waiting in the truck," Gina points out.  "Well, he can wait!" Larry insists, shutting the bathroom door, "You take all the time you need.  The baby'll be here when you get out.  Ha ha ha ha ha!"  Larry races out to the living room and grabs Balki by the shirt, who is standing by the carriage.  "What are you trying to do?" Larry cries.  "Iím trying to tell Gina the truth," Balki says.  "Oh . . . " Larry begins when there is another knock on the door.  "Steve!" they both gasp.  "Iíve got to let him in," Balki insists.  "Are you crazy?" Larry cries, "Heís a teamster!  Heíll kill us!"  The person knocks again.  "Cousin, I've got to open that door," Balki says, moving toward the door.  Larry stops him, saying, "Oh, no you don't!"  "Oh, yes I do!" Balki argues, picking up Larry and moving him around again.  "Oh, no you don't!" Larry counters, doing the same thing.  Again Balki heads for the door and Larry grabs him from behind and is dragged along.  "No, no!" Larry grunts.  Balki opens the door and they compose themselves in front of a woman there, saying, "Hi!"

"Katie!" the woman cries, running to the baby carriage in the living room.  "Frankie!" Balki and Larry cry, running into the hallway and bringing in an almost identical baby carriage.  The woman picks up her baby and holds her.  "Oh!  Oh!  Hi, I'm Linda Richards," she introduces herself, "When I discovered I took the wrong baby I was almost out of my mind with worry."  "Oh, he was worried," Larry says, pointing to Balki, "Iím just out of my mind."  Linda puts the baby back into the carriage and explains, "I went to the park and some people told me to come here.  Thank you so much for taking care of her."  "Oh, thank you for taking care of Frankie," Balki replies.  "Oh . . . well, I . . . Iíd better be going," Linda says, "My husband has a Winnebago double-parked out front."  "I'd love to hear more about your trip," Larry says, hurrying her out the door, "but uh, I don't want you to get a ticket.  Uh, glad you dropped by.  See you again some other time.  Bye bye, Katie!"  Larry comes back in laughing and closes the door before hurrying to Balki and catching his breath.

"We made it," Larry sighs, then adds, "And you were going to tell Gina the truth!"  "How do we know that this is Little Frankie?" Balki asks.  "There's one way to be sure," Larry says, and he fumbles with with the blankets and then undoes the baby's diaper.  Balki and Larry look down with confidence.  "Oh yes," Balki says.  "Yes.  Yes!" Larry states, "That's him all right."  "That's the little baby," Balki agrees, "Little Italian Stallion."  Gina exits the bathroom and asks, "Well, how do I look now?"  "Oh, you look terrific," Larry assures her and leads her to the baby carriage where Balki hands Frankie to her, saying, "Oh po po!"  "Hi," Gina says to Frankie, then to Balki and Larry she says, "Thanks for everything.  You guys are fantastic."  "Oh, it was nothing," Larry smiles.  Gina looks down at Frankie and asks, "Why is he wearing a t-shirt that says 'Katie?'"  She looks to them for an explanation, which they don't have.

Later, Larry and Balki have made some popcorn and sit down on the couch to watch television.  "You know, except for the last two hours I kind of enjoyed having Frankie around," Larry notes, "Of course for the last few hours . . . he wasnít around."  "It makes you realize what a lot of work it is being a mother," Balki says.  "Oh yeah, my mother had to raise nine of us," Larry adds.  "You know, tomorrow I'm going to go buy a present for my Mama to say thank you," Balki says.  "Well, that's a good idea," Larry agrees, "I think I'll send my mother some flowers."  "You know, it's . . . it's not easy having someone depend on you to take care of them when they canít take care of themselves," Balki notes.  "Yeah, that Frankie was a handful," Larry agrees.  "I was talking about you," Balki says.  Balki turns on the television set and we hear The Brady Bunch Theme playing.  Balki and Larry join in on the "da da da da dum" part and the episode ends.


Script Variations:
There are a few variations between the Shooting Script dated October 7, 1986 and the final episode:
- The turn of phrases "pull the wool over your nose" and "you don't want to have a nervous breakdance" are simpler in this script version, the first being "Can't fool you" and the second being "You don't want to fall to pieces."  Also Twinkacetti's line after seeing them with the baby is simply "I don't even want to hear about it."
- After Balki washes the disposable diets Larry says "You aren't supposed to wash them."  Balki replies with "Oh, po po.  And you say Mypos is backward.  At least we're clean."
- After Larry suggests they pretend not to be home when Gina comes for Frankie he also says, "Okay, how about this?  All babies look the same.  She'll be home before she notices anything's wrong and we will have moved by then."

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