Perfect Strangers Episode Guide

EPISODE 36 - Night School Confidential

First Air Date: November 18, 1987
Nielsen Rating: 17.5 HH

TV Guide Description: Balki gets conned by a man selling phony watches and jewelry, prompting the guys to concoct a scheme to put him out of business.

Co-Producer: James OíKeefe
Created by: Dale McRaven
Written by: Barry OíBrien
Directed by: Joel Zwick

Bronson Pinchot: Balki Bartokomous
Mark Linn-Baker: Larry Appleton

Guest Cast:
Jo Marie Payton-France: Harriette Winslow
Lee Arenberg: Leon
Tony Longo: Fat Jack
Freeman King: Undercover Police Officer
Charles Shapiro: Thug #1

Dimitri Appearances: Dimitri does not appear in this episode.

"Cousin, hold on to your pants and fasten your neck brace . . . "
"They said donít call us, weíll call us!"
"I guess Princess Di is cast."
"No use crying over spilt curd."
"Isnít that a bit like Pa Kettle calling Ma Kettle black?"
"The top bananaman."
"The headest honcho."
"The Big Cheez Whiz."
"The watches that you sell on the black carpet?"
"Iím packing a heater!"
"Iíve got a scratchy trigger finger!"
"So Cousin, allís well that ends."

Donít be ridiculous: Said three times.

Other catchphrases used in this episode:
"I guess I really stepped in something good this time!"
"Well, you can say that again!"
" . . . Babasticki."
"Let me get this straight."
"I donít think so!"
"Question . . . "
"That is correct."
"Well, now youíve done it!"

Other running jokes used in this episode:
Balki, in trying to understand something Larry has said, repeats his cousinís words over exactly.
Larry has a plan.
Larry asks if Balki has a better plan and Balki insists he does, leading to a "You do?"  "I do!" exchange until Larry finally gets Balki to admit he has no idea what it is.
Larryís breathy laugh

Notable Moments:
Larry is credited with his first byline in the Chicago Chronicle.

Interesting facts:
In the original airing of this episode the theme song was cut down considerably, with the earlier theme song clips and the scene in the revolving door cut completely.  This shorter version would be used on occasion throughout the seriesí run.
- The name of the episode, Night School Confidential, is a play on the title of the 1958 movie High School Confidential! in which actor Russ Tamblyn plays an undercover narcotics agent out to catch drug dealers in a small town high school.
- The very first thing we see when the episode starts is Larry sitting at the kitchen counter, apparently fishing in his coffee cup with a spoon.  Itís very likely that they cut the opening joke with Larry attempting to eat a cookie after dipping it into his coffee only to have the cookie break off and drop into the cup (especially since there is a plate of cookies in front of him!)  This would be a running joke throughout the series, and if this had been left in this would have been the first time it was done!
- Balkiís reference to "making your head spin like Linda Blair" is a reference to the film The Exorcist.
- This episode marks the first time Harriette refers to her husband.  While she doesnít call him Carl, she does explain that he works in the homicide division of the police department.
- Cousin Skippy pointed out to us that actor Lee Arenberg, who plays the crook Leon with such aplomb in this episode, may be better known today as Pintel from the Pirates of the Caribbean movies!  He also appeared in all of the later Star Trek series, playing different characters!  For more information on Lee, visit his official website here!
- Larry refers to Woodward and Bernstein, the two newspaper reporters who gained fame when they investigated and reported on the notorious Watergate scandals involving an Democratic office break-in and the subsequent cover-up by White House officials that led to the resignation of President Nixon.  The pair were the subjects of a film called All the Presidentís Men starring Robert Redford and Dustin Hoffman.  Balki confuses their names with those of Joanne Woodward, a classic Hollywood actress, and Leonard Bernstein, a noted conductor and composer.

Bloopers and Inconsistencies: In this episode we once again see Balki do the "whatís that on your shirt?" nose tweak trick in which he points at Larryís shirt and then touches the end of Larryís nose with his finger when he looks down.  Balki pulled this same trick while playing boochi tag with Larry in the episode Tenspeed and Soft Touch.  But at the end of the fourth season episode Seven Card Studs when Larry tried to play this joke on Balki, Balki didnít understand it at all.

As the episode opens we see Larry sitting at the kitchen counter with a spoon in his coffee cup.  He looks up as Balki runs in excitedly, carrying his schoolbooks over his shoulder in a book strap. "Cousin, hold on to your pants and fasten your neck brace because Iím gonna show you something thatís gonna make your head spin like Linda Blair."  By this time Balki has dropped his books, taken off his coat and approached the counter.  He holds his wrist out to show Larry.  "Look!"  "New watch?" Larry asks.  "No . . . more than a new watch!  Itís a Rolex," Balki says eagerly, "With solid quartz crystal and genuine Swiss movement and if you look at it in a certain light you can see . . . up your nose."

"Balki, Rolexes are very expensive," Larry notes.  "Well, I guess I really stepped in something good!" Balki smiles.  Larry wants to take a look at it but Balki wonít let him.  "Why not?" Larry asks.  "Well . . . why look at my watch . . . when you can look at your own watch!"  Balki shows he has a second watch in a plastic bag.  He goes into game show mode, imitating such a host and announcer perfectly.  "Yes, Cousin Larry Appleton, your very own watch!  Tell us about it, Balki.  Well, Balki, itís a Rolex!  With solid quartz crystal and genuine Swiss movement, automatic date and day display.  Promotional consideration by Bartokmous of Mypos."  He hands the watch proudly to Larry, saying, "Back to you, Cousin."

Larry takes the watch out of the bag and looks at it with surprise.  "Well, this is a Rolex all right!" he observes, but as heís handling it the stem comes off.  A moment later the crystal falls out.  And finally the rest of it falls apart.  "Is this a kit?" Larry asks with confusion, then asks, "Whereíd you buy this?"  "From Leon," Balki answers.  "Leon?  Who is Leon?" Larry asks.  "Leon . . . the human discount department store," Balki explains, "All of the merchandise, none of the parking problems.  I meet him in the hall after night school."  "And I bet he gave you a good deal, right?" Larry asks, catching on.  "Well, you can say that again," Balki smiles innocently, "He let me have it for $38.95."

"Balki, Leon is a crook.  These watches are counterfeit.  Youíve been ripped off," Larry states.  "Wait a minute," Balki starts, "Are you saying that Leon is a crook and that these watches are counterfeit and that Iíve been ripped off?"  "Yes," Larry confirms.  "Whatís your point?" Balki asks.  "My point is first thing tomorrow morning we are going down to the police and tell them about this Leon.  You didnít buy any more watches from him, did you?"  "Well, of course not, donít be ridiculous," Balki scoffs, "I just bought Mary Anne this priceless pearl necklace."  He pulls a necklace in a plastic bag from his pocket and opens it to show Larry.  "Leon says it used to belong to Elvis Presley."  Balki undoes the clasp and the "pearls" fall off the string and onto Larryís plate.

The next day at the Chicago Chronicle, Balki and Larry are standing at Larryís desk as he complains that going to the police department was a complete waste of time.  Harriette approaches them.  "Let me guess . . . youíre upset," she says to Larry.  "Weíre more than upset," Balki corrects her, "Weíre . . . really upset."  "Whatís wrong?" Harriette asks.  "Iíll tell you whatís wrong!" Balki starts, "Iíll tell you whatís wrong!  Tell her, Cousin!"  "A scam artist sold Balki two phony watches and a necklace of no value whatsoever, so we went to the police and, quite frankly, they were no help at all," Larry complains.  "They said donít call us, weíll call us!" Balki adds.

"The police department is incompetent, inefficient and stinks on ice," Larry continues.  "My husband is on the police department," Harriette informs Larry.  "I wasnít finished," Larry continues hastily, "Theyíre also overworked, underpaid and unappreciated."  "Donít kiss up, baby," Harriette scolds.  "Canít your husband help us?" Balki asks. "Well, he could, but heís in homicide," Harriette explains.  "Well, when he gets back can he give us a call?" Balki asks.  "No, uh . . . you see, honey . . . homicide isnít a place itís a . . . "  She gives up, saying, "Iíll give him the message."  She goes back into the elevator.

"Well, nothing to be done," Balki sighs, walking over to hang up his jacket and go to work at his table, "I guess Princess Di is cast.  No use crying over spilt curd."  "Itís just not right," Larry huffs, "Hoodlums operating out in the open, taking advantage of the little people."  "I know," Balki agrees, "Little guys like us we canít do babasticki."  Larry suddenly opens his eyes wide and snaps his fingers.  "Wait a minute, what am I thinking of?"  "Is it a number between one and ten?" Balki asks excitedly.  "Good guess, but no," Larry says.  "Twelve?" Balki asks, more excited.  "No."  "Is it bigger than a headcheese?" Balki asks.  "All right, Balki, just let me tell you what Iím thinking.  Iím thinking we work for the most powerful newspaper in the city and weíre wondering what to do about a measly scam artist?"  "Thatís what you were thinking?" Balki asks in confusion, "How is a person supposed to guess that?"

"Balki, Iím a reporter," Larry continues, "We can expose Leon!  We can infiltrate the whole operation.  We can put those guys out of business!"  "Let me get this straight," Balki starts, "You and I, two complete amateurs, are going to go down and fool people who make their living fooling people."  "Right," Larry confirms.  "I donít think so," Balki says plainly.  Larry follows Balki back to his worktable.  "Come on, Balki, we have certain advantages.  We have the element of surprise."  "Youíre right . . . even we donít know what weíre doing!" Balki comments.

"I know what Iím doing, Iíve already figured out a plan," Larry explains, "You introduce me to Leon as a big time player, a mover and a shaker.  Weíll tell him we want to make a big buy but we only want to deal with the boss."  "Bruce Springsteen is involved in this?" Balki asks in shock.  "Not 'The Boss'," Larry explains, "Leonís boss, his supplier.  Weíll set up a meeting in a couple of days.  Thatíll give us time to get the newspaper involved.  Theyíll give us marked money.  Weíll make the buy and blow their operation wide open."  Balki looks uncertain so Larry continues, "Come on, buddy, we can do this!  Itíll be just like Miami Vice."  Balki looks intrigued at this so Larry continues.  "You and me . . . undercover."  "Can I be Don Johnson?" Balki asks.  "Sure."  "You got it," Balki agrees.

That night we see a school with the sign "Adult Evening Classes" outside.  Inside the schoolís corridor there are a few adult students milling walking around.  A full phone booth sits in the middle of the hallway.  Larry enters, wearing jeans, a stained and dyed t-shirt, a cut-off and ragged sleeveless vest and sunglasses.  He also had a bandana around his head and another tied at the knee, plus boots.  He looks like a reject from a Welcome Back, Kotter episode as he stands, trying to look casual.

A bell rings and adults students exit a classroom marked "History."  Balki is the last to come out.  Heís also wearing sunglasses and is sporting a typical Don Johnson Miami Vice style outfit with loose jacket and pants.  He walks to Larry and pulls his glasses down as Larry pulls his up.  They spend a moment circling one another, taking in each othersí disguises.  "Balki, arenít you taking this Miami Vice thing a little too far?" Larry asks.  "Now wait just a minute," Balki starts, "Isnít that a bit like Pa Kettle calling Ma Kettle black?"  "Balki, this is my disguise," Larry defends himself, "Iím pretending to be a tough guy."  "Well, if Leon buys that heíll buy some of his own watches!" Balki notes.

A man walks by and Larry puts his sunglasses back on, saying, "Watch this!"  He walks up to the man, trying to act hip, and says loudly in an overdone accent, "Que paso, bro!  Whaís happeniní?  Whereís de action?"  The man, who is buying a candy bar from a vending machine, looks Larry up and down and asks, "First day undercover?"  Larry walks back to Balki.  "All right, Iíll lose the accent," he sighs.  "You call that an accent?" Balki asks.  Larry pulls off his own sunglasses in frustration.

A short man enters the corridor and walks to a row of lockers where he begins to set up a suitcase on a tray.  "Oh Cousin, there he is," Balki points out, "Thereís Leon."  Larry steps in front of Balki and says, "Letís go."  They walk, their steps in unison, toward Leon.  Larry stops suddenly and Balki almost walks into him.  Larry motions slightly with his head for Balki to approach Leon.  "Excuse me, Mr. Leon," Balki begin, "We want to talk to you."  Leon interrupts firmly, "Hey, hey, hey . . . no refunds, man!  No way!"  "Oh no, I donít want a refund," Balki assures him.  "You donít?" Leon asks with surprise.  "No, I want to introduce you to my friend, Cousin Larry.  Heís a big time player.  Heís a mover and a shaker."  Balki shakes his body as he says this.  "And uh . . . and uh. . . "  He looks to Larry for coaching.

Larry continues on his own, "I want to buy a lot of watches.  I can move them on the west side.  Weíre talking big bucks here."  "How big?" Leon asks.  This question catches Larry by surprise and he hesitates.  "Uh . . . three, four Gís."  "Three, four Gís?" Leon laughs, "Thatís chump change!"  "Three, four Gís?" Balki asks in a scoffing tone, "Try five Gís.  Try ten Gís.  Try fifteen Gís!"  Larry is nervous as Balki raises the amount of money.  "Question," Balki asks Larry, "Whatís a G?"  "Itís a thousand dollars!" Larry informs him.  "Gee!" Balki says, impressed.

"You sure you guys can get this kind of money?" Leon asks.  "Weíre sure," Larry insists, "Thereís one condition.  We only deal with the top man!"  "I think I can set up a meeting," Leon says.  "You can?" Larry asks with surprise, "Friday night good for everybody?"  Leon slams his suitcase closed.  "Tonight!  Midnight!  Right here!"  "Midnight?  That only gives us an hour and a half!" Larry says nervously.  "Oh, out of the question," Balki interjects, "How about Thursday morning over pancakes?"  "How Ďbout midnight?" Leon repeats sternly.  "My thoughts exactly, Cousin?" Balki asks.  "Midnight," Larry confirms.  "Good," Leon continues, "Iím gonna go set it up.  Donít you guys try to pull anything funny or weíll hurt ya . . . and youíll never get well."  He picks up his suitcase and snaps closed the stand, trapping Balkiís arm in it and dragging Balki behind him as he walks to the exit.  Larry grabs Balkiís arm and pulls him back as Leon gives them one last nasty look and leaves.

Act two begins back at the apartment.  Larry is standing at the dining table cutting up pieces of paper.  There is also an open briefcase on the table.  Balki comes out the bedroom, having changed into his regular clothes (Larry is still wearing his disguise).  "Iím ready to go, Cousin!" Balki announces, buttoning his vest as he approaches the table, "Is this okay?"  "Fine," Larry says in a dismissive manner, then holds up a small tape recorder.  "Balki, I want you to carry this tape recorder in your coat pocket.  Weíre going to record everything Leon and his boss say.  The recorder will be hidden in your pocket.  When I say ĎLetís make a dealí you turn it on.  When I say ĎLetís make a deal.í  Can you remember that?"  "Well, of course I can, donít be ridiculous!" Balki assures him.

Larry hands Balki a cassette.  "Hereís the tape."  Balki eyes the tape, reading, "Motownís Biggest Pop Hits?"  He eyes Larry with concern.  "Are you sure you want to record over The Supremes?"  "Yes, I do!" Larry answers emphatically, "Now Balki, weíre supposed to meet these guys in half an hour.  The moneyís ready, letís get going!"  Balki watches as Larry finishes placing a rubber band around a wad of paper.  "Okay, Cousin, before we go I think I ought to point out one small but significant flaw in your otherwise brilliant plan.    Um, somebody . . . Iím not naming names . . . forgot to put the presidentsí face on this blank, green paper."

Larry takes the wad from Balki, explaining his idea.  "Balki, I have put a twenty dollar bill on the top of each stack of paper, so that it looks like thereís $15,000 in the briefcase."  "What if they want to see the money?" Balki asks.  "Of course theyíll want to see the money!" Larry says condescendingly, "But I will only let them look, not touch.  I will open the briefcase, like so . . . "  He pulls the lids open.  " . . . then I will quickly close the briefcase, like so."  He shuts it quickly.  "They will have seen the money, but they will not have touched he money!  Therefore they will believe that there is $15,000, in fact, in the briefcase."  Larry pulls the briefcase up impatiently.  "Now can we go?"

"Question," Balki begins. Larry drops the briefcase into the table and covers his face in frustration.  "What?" he asks with extreme patience.  "After you open the briefcase, arenít they going to grab the money?" Balki asks.  "Oh, I see!" Larry smirks, "You think they can grab the money before I can close the briefcase."  "That is correct," Balki confirms.  "Try it!" Larry challenges, opening the briefcase, taunting, "You want to grab the money?  Hmm?"  Balki casually reaches over and pulls the "whatís that on your shirt?" nose tweak bit, distracting Larry to look down as he grabs a wad of "money" from the briefcase.

Larry grabs the wad back and replaces it into the briefcase, closing it and then opening it for Balki to try again.  Balki reaches for the money with his left hand and Larry slams the lid of the briefcase down quickly, smiling triumphantly.  Balki lifts a wad of "money" up in his right hand for Larry to see, which causes Larryís eyes to bug out.  Larry grabs the wad away again in anger.  "Okay, smart guy . . . youíve got a better idea?"  "Well, of course I do, donít be ridiculous!" Balki states.  "Oh, you do?"  "I do."  "You do?"  "I do!"  "Well, what is it?"  "I have no idea, but Iím sure there is one," Balki admits.  "If there were, the Miami Vice writers would have thought of it long ago!" Larry counters, "Now, can we leave?  We have hoodlums waiting!"  Larry lifts the briefcase by the handle and it falls open, jumbling the fake wads of money.  Larry tries to straighten them out.

Itís midnight and Balki and Larry have entered the school.  The hallways are empty now.  "Iíve never been here this late," Balki says nervously, "I canít believe how quiet it is!"  "Yeah . . . too quiet," Larry agrees, looking around anxiously.  As he turns his head away, Balki yells out "Hello!" suddenly, making Larry scream.  "Will you stop it?" Larry cries.  "Well, Iím sorry!" Balki says sternly.  "Look, just stay cool," Larry suggests, "When Leon gets here all we have to do is make the deal."  Balki immediately starts fumbling in his coat pocket.  "What are you doing?  What are you doing?" Larry asks urgently.  "Iím turning on the tape recorder!  You give me the signal!" Balki explains.  "No, not yet!" Larry cries, "The signal is ĎLetís make a deal!  Letís!í"  "Oh, okay okay," Balki nods.

"Now just stay calm," Larry urges.  Leon walks around the corner, yelling out "Yo!" which makes Larry scream in surprise before composing himself.  Leon saunters up to them, saying, "Okay boys!  Letís make a deal!"  Seeing Balki reach for his coat pocket Larry yells out "No!  Not yet!"  "What?" Leon asks.  "Yes, yes, Leon!" Larry corrects, "We told you . . . we only deal with the boss.  Right, Balki?"  "Right!" Balki agrees, "The boss!  Mister Big.  The top bananaman.  The headest honcho.  The guy . . . . "  "Heís got it!" Larry interrupts.  "Okay," Balki stops.

"Youíll see him as soon as I see the money," Leon says.  "No dice," Larry insists, "We only show this money to one guy.  Right, Balki?"  "Right, baby, one guy . . . " Balki begins again, "The kingpin.  The Godfather.  The Big Cheez Whiz.  The guy . . . . "  "Heís got it, heís got it," Larry interrupts again.  "Okay, okay," Balki stops.  "Donít move," Leon says seriously, walking back to the corridor from where he came.  Larry and Balki walk close to the phone booth as Balki exclaims, "Cousin, itís working!"  "Of course itís working," Larry says confidently, "Weíre dealing with mental midgets."  As Larry says this, three HUGE men walk out with Leon to stand before them.  "These mental midgets have gigantic bodies!" Balki notes nervously.

"This is Fat Jack," Leon announces.  "Okay," Larry says, trying to stay calm, "Letís make a deal!"  Balki, who is staring at the men, does nothing.  "Okay by me, this ainít no social call," Fat Jack smirks.  Larry stares at Balki anxiously.  "I said, ĎLetís make a deal!í"  Balki still doesnít react.  "Hey, I heard ya!" Fat Jack snarls, "Iím pathological, not deaf!"  "Letís make a deal!" Larry says more emphatically and right to Balki.  Balki leans toward Larry and says, "Fine by me, Cousin, I wanna get the heck outta here!" but still doesnít respond as heís supposed to.  Larry laughs for a moment then says, "Excuse us," and pulls Balki around to his other side, leaning in close and growling in one quick word, "Turnonthetaperecorder!"  When Balki still doesnít get it, he repeats, "Turnonthetaperecorder!"

Balki finally understands and fumbles in his pocket to start the recording.  He then steps back around Larry and, quite obviously, stands with his hip pointed toward the men.  "So, youíre the big player, huh?" Fat Jack asks Larry.  "Yes, heís the big player . . . heís the mover and the shaker . . . " Balki explains, gyrating as he does so.  "You . . . shut up!" Fat Jack tells Balki.  "Okay!" Balki agrees immediately.  "You . . . letís see the money!" Fat Jack says to Larry.  "The money?" Larry asks, then speaks clearly and toward Balkiís pocket, "You mean the $15,000 Iím giving you for the counterfeit watches?"  "The watches that you sell on the black carpet?" Balki adds.

Fat Jack grabs Leon by the ear and pulls him closer.  "Who are these clowns?" he demands.  "Hey, they said they had the money!" Leon explains quickly, only to have Fat Jack push him away on the face.  "Letís see the money!" Fat Jack demands.  Balki holds out his arms so Larry can set the briefcase across them and Larry opens the lid.  As Fat Jack reaches for the money Larry slams the lid shut and pulls the briefcase back.  Balki smiles in wild relief that Larry managed to do this.  "Hey, open that up!" Fat Jack insists.  "Oh! Itís locked!" Larry announces, "And, oh darn . . . I forgot the combination!"

"Yeah well, maybe I can remember it for ya!" Fat Jack says as he grabs the briefcase from Larry and tears it apart with his bare hands, spilling the contents onto the floor.  Fat Jack reaches down to pick up one of the wads of paper, as Larry gasps, "Ooh, goodness gracious!  Thatís just paper!"  "You guys are dead meat!" Fat Jack announces as he throws down the wad and the four hoodlums start for Larry and Balki.  Backing up, Balki shoves his hand into his pocket and thrusts the tape recorder at them, yelling "Hold it right there!  Iím packing a heater!"  The four men hold up their hands but Larry is confused.  "A heater?" he asks.  "A rod," Balki explains.  "What?"  "A piece."  "Hmm?"  "A gun," Balki explains as clearly as he can.

Finally understanding, Larry joins the charade.  "Oh!  A gun!  Right!  Everybody, up against the wall!  Move it!"  The hoods have put their hands down and Leon challenges them by saying, "Youíre bluffing!"  The men take a step toward them but Balki stands his ground.  "Donít tempt me!" he warns.  They step back and put their hands up again.  "Iíve got a scratchy trigger finger!" Balki adds.  Balki makes a motion toward them and there is a loud click . . . one second later the song Baby Love starts playing loudly from his pocket and Balki tries frantically to turn off the recorder, on which heís accidentally hit the play button.  Once off he continues the charade as the hoods are in a state of confusion.

"Hey, what was that?" asks Fat Jack.  "Uh, Ainít No Mountain High Enough?" Leon offers.  "No, it sounded more like Love Child!" Fat Jack states.  "Whatís wrong with you people?  Thatís Baby Love!" another hood says in frustration (he also happens to be the only black man in the group).  "You guys ought to brush up on your Motown!" Balki suggests.  "Letís get Ďem!" Fat Jack suggests and they gang chase Balki and Larry around a pillar where they take refuge in the phone booth.  Balki holds the door shut as Larry picks up the receiver and starts dialing frantically, saying, "911 . . . 911 . . . 911 . . . 911 . . . . "

Fat Jack casually walks to the side of the booth and breaks the glass with his bare hand, pulling the receiver out of Larryís hand (and off the phone itself!).  Balki pokes his head through the broken pane, saying, "Well, now youíve done it!  Youíre going to have to answer to the phone company!"  Leon opens the door of the booth and pulls Balki and Larry out, where he and the other thug holds onto them.  "You know something?  I think Iím really going to enjoy this!" Fat Jack says, coming at them with the broken phone receiver and cord.

At that moment the black hood pulls out a gun and a badge, yelling, "Hold it right there!  Police!  Youíre all under arrest!"  A group of policemen burst onto the scene and quickly apprehend the three crooks.  "The police?" Larry cries, "Boy, are we glad to see you! Larry Appleton, Chicago Chronicle!"  Larry holds his hand out but the officer does not take it.  "Cousin, itís the police!" Balki says excitedly, "And you said they were incompetent and inefficient and that they stink on ice!"  "You said that?" the officer asks.  "Well, I meant it in the nicest possible way," Larry assures him.  "Up against the wall!" the officer orders, throwing Larry against the booth and making like heís going to arrest him.

Later at the apartment, Larry and Balki are sitting at the dining table and Larry is reading from a copy of the Chicago Chronicle.  "In a pre-dawn undercover operation, the police, aided by this reporter and Chronicle employee, Balki Bartokomous, arrested three men and seized a large quantity of counterfeit watches and other bogus jewelry.  Balki, they gave me a byline!"  "Yes, and they put your name on it!" Balki says happily, "So Cousin, allís well that ends."  "Well," Larry finishes for him.  "Well what?" Balki asks.  "Allís well that ends well," Larry explains.  "I just said that," Balki insists.  "No," Larry tries to explain, but Balki continues.  "Cousin, Iím trying to pay you a compliment.  Youíre going to be one heck of a reporter if you live long enough."  "Well, I couldnít have done it without you," Larry insists, "We make a good team, donít we?"  "You can say that again," Balki agrees.  "Just like Woodward and Bernstein!" Larry adds.  "Really?" Balki asks, "I love Woodward and Bernstein!  Which one am I?  Joanne Woodward or Leonard Bernstein?"

Continue on to the next episode . . .