Perfect Strangers Episode Guide

EPISODE 61 - That Old Gang of Mine

First Air Date: January 13, 1989
Nielsen Rating: 16.0 HH

TV Guide Description: To overcome his heartbreak when Mary Anne moves to London, Balki joins a club -- the "Motor Psychos," bikers who plan a hair-raising initiation for their newest member.

Co-Producer: James OíKeefe
Created by: Dale McRaven
Written by: Robert Blair
Directed by: Joel Zwick

Cast:
Bronson Pinchot: Balki Bartokomous
Mark Linn-Baker: Larry Appleton
Melanie Wilson: Jennifer Lyons
Rebeca Arthur: Mary Anne
Belita Moreno: Miss Lydia Markham

Guest Cast:
Jo Marie Payton-France: Harriette Winslow
Diane Delano: Flame
Earl Finn: Growling Biker

Special Guest Star:
John Matuszak as Cobra

Dimitri Appearances: Dimitri can be seen in the first scene sitting on the bookshelf with a female sheep companion.  In the second scene, Dimitri is alone and laying upside down on the shelf, looking forlorn.  Finally in the last scene Dimitri can be seen wearing biker gear.

Balki-isms:
"A lip balm?"
"Cousin, Iím halluciginating!"

Donít be ridiculous: Not said in this episode.

Other catchphrases used in this episode:
Lydiaís way of pronouncing "Lar-ry"
"Oh my Lord!"
"Cousins should joke more!"

Other running jokes used in this episode:
Harriette insults Lydia
The Dance of Joy
Larry and Balki babble together for a while, then stop and say something in unison

Notable Moment: We find out in this episode how Larry first got into photography.

Interesting facts:
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The title of this episode is derived from the standard song That Old Gang of Mine, which is an ideal number for singing barbershop quartet.  There is also a song entitled Wedding Bells Are Breaking Up That Old Gang of Mine.
- Balkiís comment about the opening of the Myposí version of Wide World of Sports, "The thrill of victory, the agony of the sheep" is a reference to the classic ABC Wide World of Sports theme in which the line "The thrill of victory and the agony of defeat" was immortalized.  Footage of ski jumper Vinko Bogataj slipping at the bottom of the ramp and crashing over a small outbuilding to the ground below became synonymous with that famous catchphrase from the late 1970's on.
- Making a fabulous guest turn in this episode was John Matuszak, who turned the character Cobra into a hilarious threatening biker giant.  Matuszak was a former professional football player who delved into acting, using his huge frame to good effect.  His most notable movie role was probably as the character Sloth in The Goonies.  Sadly John Matuszak died far too young in 1989 from heart failure.
- Equally hilarious in her role as Balkiís "old lady," Flame, was Diane Delano, who went on to appear in an episode of Meego as well.  She also has had regular roles on The Ellen Show, ER, and Joan of Arcadia.
- Once again Balki and Larry use the "one two three . . . lift!" rhythm that they learned so well while trying to move a piano up several flights of stairs in Piano Movers.  Here they use it to try to get themselves off a wall after the Motor Psychos place them on coat rack hooks.
- Speaking of hanging people up on a wall, this same device was used on both Happy Days (in an episode called Fonzie Meets Kat, although in that instance Potsie and Ralph were sitting in chairs that were put up on the wall) and Laverne and Shirley in the episode titled The Robbery, which was particularly hilarious.
- There is another Wizard of Oz reference in this film when Balki begs Larry to impersonate the Scarecrow in the scene where Dorothy asks him the way to the Emerald City.

Bloopers and Inconsistencies:
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This episode includes a unique look outside Balki and Larryís kitchen window at night, where one can clearly see an adjacent building with a large, round stained glass window at their height, reminiscent of a church window under an A-frame rooftop.  This set has been outside the window for most of season four but has never been seen lit up in such a way until this episode.  However from the exterior establishing shots of the apartment itís clear there is no building that size at that angle outside their window!  Season three had exteriors of buildings that seemed to be across the street instead.  Did somebody build a church next to their building during the summer hiatus?  We wonít even mention the fact that there are windows in their bathroom, even though their apartment is in the middle of the building!  And while weíre at it, this might be a good time to point out that the fire escape ladders on the establishing shots run straight up and down, while from inside the apartment they appear to be slanted.
- Balki tells Larry that sheep vaulting is the number one spectator sport on Mypos.  But in the episode Ladies and Germs Larry mentions that spitting for distance is the foremost spectator sport on Mypos.
- Bronson has a very hard time keeping a straight face when he and Mark are trying to get off the coat rack.


Synopsis:
The episode begins with a night time establishing shot of the apartment building.  We hear Jenniferís voice over this shot, saying, "Okay, Mary Anne, say goodbye.  Weíve got to hurry or youíll miss your plane."  Inside, Jennifer and Mary Anne are leaving and Balki is kissing Mary Anne goodbye.  There is a computer printed sign on the back wall which reads "Goodbye Mary Anne."  "Good luck!" Balki wishes her, "Good luck on your new job."  "Thanks," Mary Anne replies, "Iíll write every day, I promise."  "Okay," Balki says as he kisses her hand.  She walks out the door saying, "Bye!" as Balki waves goodbye to her.  Larry closes the door and then looks at Balki sympathetically.  "Well, Balki, I . . . guess youíre feeling a lot of pain right now," Larry surmises.  "Oh, no no, Cousin," Balki assures him, "I mean sheís going away but . . . but that donít change our feelings for one another and . . . she stop by when sheís in the neighborhood."  Balki walks to the couch and starts to clear the coffee table while Larry eyes him in disbelief.

"Stop by when sheís in the neighborhood?  Balki, Mary Anne is moving to London!" Larry points out, "I know what youíre feeling.  Iíve been there."  "Youíve been to London?" Balki asks excitedly.  "No," Larry says with a pained expression, then motions for Balki to sit on the couch with him, "Here, Balki, sit down.  Iíve had a traumatic experience like the one youíre about to have.  When I was in fifth grade I was in love with Carolyn Schmeiser.  Every day weíd eat lunch together . . . walk home from school holding hands . . . and then one day she dropped a bomb on me."  Balki stares in shock, asking, "She was a terrorist?"  Larry shakes his head slightly and says, "No."  "The bomb, was it a water bomb?" Balki asks.  "No," Larry answers, trying to be patient.  "A flea and tick bomb?" Balki asks.  "Balki, no, no," Larry struggles, "Just . . . just . . . just listen."  Balki sits up straight and leans slightly in Larryís direction to listen.  "Carolynís father bought a cattle ranch in Texas," Larry continues, "and she told me sheíd write every day and sheíd spend her summer vacations in Madison and weíd always be together."  "A lip balm?" Balki asks.

Larry eyes Balki with extreme aggravation.  "Try not to speak . . . until I point to you," Larry suggests, "Okay?"  Balki sits straight again, looking disciplined.  "Well, for a while I got a letter from Carolyn every day," Larry continues, "and then once a week.  Then a card at Christmas.  Then . . . nothing.  And the girl I had loved was gone . . . forever."  Larry eyes Balki, whose expression is growing sadder by the second.  Waiting for the right moment, Larry slowly points to Balki who sobs, "Thatís the saddest story . . . Iíve ever heard."  After a moment, Balki asks, "What does that have to do with Mary Anne?"  "Itís the same thing," Larry explains, "Mary Anneís new life will be filled with . . . with glamour and excitement.  Well . . . sheíll be too tired to write.  Sheíll forget to call.  She wonít have time to visit.  Balki, she means well but face it, that chick is gone."  Balki has a look of shock and pain on his face, gasping, "Oh Cousin!  I had no idea I hurt so much until you pointed it out to me."  "Hey," Larry offers, slapping a comforting hand on Balkiís shoulder, "thatís what friends are for."

In the next scene it is late at night and Balki is sitting at a small kitchen table, looking out the window.  Larry shuffles out of his bedroom and to the light switch by the front door, turning on the lights.  He sees Balki sitting in the kitchen and walks to the kitchen.  "Balki, itís three oíclock in the morning.  What are you doing?"  "Iím listening to the refrigerator turn on and off," Balki sighs sadly.  "Well, that sounds like something worth doing," Larry says sarcastically, walking over to him, "Balki, why donít you try and get some sleep?"  "No, Cousin," Balki argues.  "We need to go to work in a few hours," Larry says, squinting through sleepy eyes.  "I donít care," Balki cries, "I . . . it donít matter!"  He gets up and motions in frustration, moving to the counter, "All . . . I . . . I canít eat, I canít sleep, I canít do anything except think about . . . except think about . . . Mary Anne."  Balki leans against the counter and cries.  "You feel like you wanna die, donít ya?" Larry asks.  Balki looks up at Larry and nods, lowering his head again.  "Balki, if you wanna stop thinking about Mary Anne, you know what you have to do?" Larry asks.  "No," Balki answers.  "You have to get yourself a hobby!" Larry suggests.  "A hobby?" Balki asks.  "Yes!  Yes, a hobby," Larry confirms, "Something new and exciting to take your mind off her.  I got over Carolyn Schmeiser by taking up photography."  "Really?" Balki asks through his tears.  "Yes!  I spent so much time taking pictures that I forgot all about her."  "Really?" Balki asks. "Yes.  I even joined a photography club, met a lot of people."  "Really?" Balki asks.

"Yes!" Larry nods, "There must be something that youíve always wanted to do." "No, there isnít," Balki sobs.  "Thereís got to be one thing that you have always dreamed of doing," Larry prods.  Balki looks up with a stunned expression.  "There is one thing."  "Good!  What is it?" Larry asks.  "Sheep vaulting!" Balki answers.  "Well, there ya go!" Larry smiles enthusiastically, then thinks about it and asks, "Sheep vaulting?"  "Cousin, it is the number one spectator sport on Mypos," Balki explains, "Stop me if Iíve told you this before . . . I was actually there when Tony Tomopolos jumped over thirty-seven sheep in one vault.  Unfortunately he was trying for thirty-eight.  On Mypos they still use that shot at the beginning of Wide World of Sports.  They call it ĎThe thrill of victory, the agony of the sheep.í"  "Sheep vaulting?" Larry asks again in confusion,  "Balki, I donít think sheep vaulting has hit the States yet.  But just look what talking about a new hobby has done for you already."  "What has it done for me?" Balki asks.  "Itís taken your mind off her," Larry explains.  "Who?" Balki asks.  "Mary Anne," Larry answers.  Balki breaks down in tears again, dropping his head into his hands on the counter.  "Sorry," Larry apologizes.

The next scene takes place at the Chicago Chronicle basement.  The elevator door opens and Harriette hurries Lydia out and over to where Larry is standing by Balkiís table.  "Iím telliní ya, go ahead," Harriette urges Lydia, "Ask him where Balki is."  "Where is Balki?" Lydia asks.  "He took the day off," Larry answers.  Lydia looks shocked.  "Ask him why," Harriette says.  "Why?" Lydia asks.  "As I explained to Harriette, Balki has been very upset ever since Mary Anne moved to London so I gave him a little advice about how to handle it and heís out . . . following my advice," Larry answers.  "Now ask him what the advice was," Harriette prompts.  Lydia motions to Larry to tell her.  "I told him if he wanted to take his mind off Mary Anne he should find a hobby," Larry explains, "Maybe join a club.  I told him to check out coin collecting, model building, historical walks . . . "  Lydia holds her hand up to stop him.  "Uh . . . Balki is suffering from a broken heart and you told him to take historical walk?" Lydia asks, "Take it from a professional advice columnist, Larry . . . your advice stinks!"

"I canít believe Iím about to say this," Harriette comments, "but Lydiaís right."  "Wha . . . Harriette!" Lydia cries in delight, "Oh, thank you!"  "If Balki doesnít get some help heís gonna end up as crazy as she is," Harriette adds.  Lydia rolls her eyes in frustration.  "You just cannot pay me a compliment and let it drop, can you?  I mean, would it kill you just to be nice?"  "Nice?" Harriette cries, "Iíve got one nerve left and youíre leaning on it."  Harriette walks back to the elevator with a stunned Lydia following behind her.  "Youíll see!" Larry calls after them, "When Balki finds a hobby . . . heíll be a new man."  Lydia rolls her eyes at Larry as Hariette closes the elevator door.  There is a roaring sound from the parking garage and Larry looks curious.  Suddenly Balki rides into the basement on a motorcycle.  He is dressed as a tough biker, wearing a helmet with flames on it, a leather vest with chains and ripped jeans.  Larry stares at Balki in disbelief as the scene fades.

Act two begins where the first act ended, with Balki sitting on the roaring motorcycle.  Larry walks over to him as Balki reaches down and shuts off the ignition.  "What did you do?" Larry asks.  Balki stares at Larry with a tough expression, saying firmly, "I joined a club."  "What?  The Peter Fonda Fan Club?" Larry asks.  "No," Balki answers, "The Motor Psychos."  "The Motor Psychos?" Larry asks in disbelief.  "The Motor Psychos," Balki repeats, still talking in a smooth, serious voice, "If youíre looking for trouble, weíll help you find it."  Balki takes off his helmet and becomes himself again, saying, "I think theyíre kind of a public service organization."  Balki tosses his helmet to Larry and climbs off the bike.  Larry sets the helmet down on the motorcycle and eyes Balki warily as Balki lifts his foot to rest on the motorcycle seat.

"Oh my Lord!" Larry exclaims, eyeing Balkiís right arm, "You got a tattoo."  "Itís not a real tattoo, itís a loaner," Balki explains.  Larry looks pained but Balki continues enthusiastically.  "Cousin, you were right.  Joining a club is just what I needed to help me to get my mind off of . . . that person Iím trying to get my mind off of.  You should join, too.  Then we can ride our hogs together!"  "I donít want to ride a hog," Larry says emphatically, "I donít want to join the club.  Iíve heard about the Motor Psychos.  They are awful people."  "No theyíre not!" Balki argues, "The Motor Psychos are a swell bunch of guys.  Iíve got an initiation ceremony to get to."  Balki mounts the motorcycle and puts the helmet back on.  "Balki, you are not joining that club," Larry orders.  "Oh, yes I am," Balki replies, turning the key to turn on the power.  "All right, Balki, listen to me . . . " Larry begins.  Balki starts the bike and revs the motor.  Larry keeps talking but all we can see is his mouth moving as Balki drives further into the basement to turn around then passes Larry as he exits through the parking garage, with Larry still protesting in vain.

The next scene takes place at a bar called Wild Billís Beer Bar.  Several people on motorcycles pull up outside.  Inside the bar, a large man is seen walking past a biker chick who is leaned back in a chair at a table.  Balki enters and walks toward the large man, who continues walking and bumps into Balki, knocking him backwards and out through the front door again.  The man looks down, as if an insect had bumped into him, then shrugs it off as he walks to the juke box, leaning down to look at the selections.  Balki enters again, looking rattled and walking in a pained way.  He approaches the large man and leans down to say, "Hi, Cobra!" "Hey, kid, how ya doiní?" Cobra asks, grabbing Balki by the neck and shaking him vigorously.  "Oh, just fine, thank you," Balki answers, trying to sound fine while being shaken like a rat.  "Sorry Ďbout that," Cobra offers facetiously.  "Oh, thatís okay," Balki assures him, "I got another neck."  Cobra laughs and says "Thatís great!" as he slams Balki on the back, knocking him several feet.

"Hey, everybody!  The funny kidís back!" Cobra announces.  The bar patrons cheer and Balki holds his hands up to acknowledge them.  "So, Cobra, when is the initiation?" Balki asks.  "You know the rules," Cobra says, "You canít be a Motor Psycho (he turns his head and puts an emphasis on the word Ďpsychoí) Ďtil you get yourself an old lady."  "Oh, well I know that rule," Balki replies, "I stopped at the senior citizenís home on the way over here.  I gotta tell ya, those old ladies can really put up a fight."  Cobra laughs, hooking an arm around Balki and shaking him again.  "Donít worry, kid.  Iíll take care of ya.  Iíll get you one."  He looks around the bar and spots the woman at the table.  "Yo, Flame!" he calls.  She slowly turns to look at him as Cobra explains, "Flameíll be your old lady."  Cobra addresses the bar patrons, saying, "Itís initiation time!"  The gang all acknowledge this with approving sounds.  "Iíll go get the pit bulls," Cobra tells Balki, and he walks to the bar.

Flame stands up and walks toward Balki, who backs away from her menacing figure as she approaches.  She hooks an arm around his neck and motions to the table where they return.  She pulls a chair away from the table and Balki says, "Oh, thank you very much, donít mind if I do," before she pushes him down roughly into the seat and pushes it back against the table.  She sits in the chair next to his and throws her leg up on the table in front of him.  At this moment Larry walks into the bar, looking very out of place in his jacket and tie.  A biker guy exiting the bar stops to growl at him and Larry looks scared.  Larry scans the place until he spots Balki sitting at the table with Flame.  "For an old lady, youíre in remarkable shape," Balki notes.  "Clean liviní," Flame explains.

Larry walks up to Balki and nudges him to get his attention, trying not to alert any of the gang members to his presence.  Balki jumps up and cries, "Oh Cousin!  Cousin, you changed your mind about the Motor Psychos!  Now weíre both going to be members!  Now we are so happy, we do the Dance of Joy!"  Balki starts to do the Dance of Joy but Larry stops him, saying, "Stop it!  No, no.  I have not changed my mind about the Motor Psychos.  I came down here to talk some sense into you!  Now, come on . . . letís go."  Larry grabs Balkiís hand and turns around, not aware that Cobra has walked up behind him.  Larry walks into Cobra, his face in Cobraís chest.  Slowly Larry looks up into the face above his.  "Whoís the pocket yuppie?" Cobra asks Balki.  "Oh, this is my Cousin Larry," Balki explains, "Cousin, this is my new friend Cobra.  Itís spelled just like the snake."  "Well, itís very nice to meet you, Mr. Cobra," Larry offers nervously.  Larry points to Cobraís bolo tie and says, "Great tie.  Nice look for you.  Listen, Iíd love to stay and chat but I really just stopped by to get Balki, so if youíll excuse us . . . "

Cobra holds a hand up to stop Larry.  "Hey!  Kid stays.  He makes us laugh."  "Well, you know, if itís laughs youíre looking for I . . . I could send you some comedy albums," Larry offers, "Do you like Steve Martin?  Robin Williams?  What about Jay Leno?  He rides a motorcycle."  "Jay Leno," Cobra muses, "Jay Lenoís funny . . . but heís no Garry Shandling!"  Cobra advances on Larry, backing him further into the bar.  "I . . . I can get Shandling!" Larry says.  By now most of the gang is surrounding Larry.  "You know what I think, pal?" Cobra asks, "I think you came to the wrong place at the wrong time."  Larry is now backed up against the wall with two gang members on either side of him.  Cobra snaps his fingers and the two men lift Larry up and hook him by the back of his jacket onto a coat rack peg.  "What are you doing to my Cousin Larry?" Balki asks, running to Larry to try to help him down, "Cousin, I . . . "  Cobra grabs Balki and pulls him back.  "Itís just a little game we play," Cobra assures Balki, "Itís called target practice."

"Cobra, Iím beginning to think thereís a dark side to you," Balki says, then crosses his arms, stating, "I donít think I wanna be in your club."  "Thatís okay," Cobra says, patting Balkiís back, "You donít have to join.  But . . . weíre still going to go ahead with initiation."  Cobra turns Balki so his back is to the wall and snaps his fingers.  The two gang members lift Balki onto another coat rack peg.  The gang member who growled at Larry rushes back in and yells, "Hey!  A beer truck just overturned down the street!  Thereís free beer for everyone!"  The gang rushes outside.  Cobra points a threatening finger at Larry and Balki, saying, "Iíll be back!"  He turns and exits after the gang.  Balki and Larry immediately start trying to get off the coat rack, but their efforts are futile.  Larry throws his arms and legs out is if trying to jump straight off.  Balki swings back and forth, trying to reach behind to unhook himself.

"All right, Balki.  Balki!  Stop!" Larry says, realizing theyíre not getting anywhere, "Let me help you down."  Larry tries to help Balki get down, letting Balki place a hand on his head as he reaches behind Balkiís back to try to pull him up.  "One two three . . . lift!" Larry calls, as Balki pushes away from the wall and pulls Larryís head down, but otherwise goes nowhere.  "One two three . . . lift!" Larry tries again, with the same result.  He tries once more and it still doesnít work.  "All right, stop," Larry says, but Balki keep going through the same motions, pushing Larryís head down over and over and Larry says, "Stop!  Stop!"  Finally Larry cries, "Balki, stop it!"  The hang for a moment, swinging slightly as they try to think of what to do.  Larry looks around below them and spots a chair nearby.  He nudges Balki, saying, "Balki, reach for that chair."  Balki looks at the chair and then reaches out with his arms to try to grab it, only of course thereís no way he can reach it that way.  Larry crosses his eyes in frustration as Balki continues to try to reach the chair with his arms, growing more elaborate in his poses.

"Balki . . . with your foot!" Larry clarifies, "Reach with your foot.  Go ahead.  Go ahead."  Balki braces himself against Larry and the wall and pushes out to reach with his foot toward the chair.  "Reach!" Larry urges, "Good!  Go ahead!"  Balki can just touch the chair with his foot and tries again.  "All right, let me help," Larry offers and he starts pushing Balki toward the chair as Balki stretches out his foot.  After several tries Balki manages to hook the chair with his toe and pull it closer.  "All right, pull it over!" Larry encourages him, as Balki pulls the chair beneath himself and then with Larryís help stands on the arms to lift himself up off the wall.  Balki jumps down from the chair and Larry sighs with relief.  "Okay, Balki, help me down," Larry says.  "Cousin . . . Cousin . . . do it for me!" Balki begs.  "No, no, Balki!" Larry says worriedly.  "Oh please, Cousin!" Balki pleads, "Please!  Please, Mr. Scarecrow . . . which way to the Emerald City?"  Realizing he has no choice, Larry complies, saying, "Some people go that way . . . " pointing in one direction, " . . . and some people that way . . . " pointing the other direction, " . . . of course, people do go both ways."  "I love it!  I love it!  I love it!" Balki cries with glee.

"Balki, get me down!" Larry yells.  Balki gets under Larry and lifts him up onto his shoulders.  With Larry sitting on his shoulders they head for the door just as the Motor Psychos return.  "Whatís this?" Flame asks, "I thought I was ridiní with Kitten Lips."  Larry gets off Balkiís shoulders as Cobra orders, "Get Ďem!"  Larry grabs a beer bottle and cries out, "All right!  Hold it!  Donít come any closer!"  He hits the bottle on a nearby table to break it and use as a weapon, only it doesnít break.  Larry hits it again, still nothing.  He hits it repeatedly to no avail.  Finally Cobra takes the bottle from him and smashes it against his own head where it breaks into pieces.  "Is that what you were tryiní to do?" Cobra asks.  "Well, I wasnít going for the head," Larry notes.

Larry and Balki start talking very quickly at the same time, Larry saying, "I was going for the . . . (he motions hitting the bottle on the table) . . . hoping for a jagged edge . . . something I could brandish about . . . " while Balki is saying, "No, you were going like this . . . thereís a system to it . . . we had that whole discussion about the elongation . . . you know sometimes the label covers over the part of the bottle . . . "  They look up at Cobra and say together, "Yes, that was it!"  "Letís go!" Cobra orders and the gang closes in on Balki and Larry.  "Cousin, Cousin, Cousin," Balki says nervously.  "Itís initiation time!" Cobra announces.  "Oh look!" Larry suddenly cries, pointing away from them, "Thereís Elvis!"  The gang turns to look and Larry takes off for the door, but Balki is also looking for Elvis.  Larry has to run back and grab Balki as they both head for the door.  "Whereís Elvis?  I donít see Elvis!" a few gang members complain.  "Cousin, I want to see . . . " Balki also complains as they run.  Cobra notices them running and shouts, "Hey! Get those guys!"  The gang chases through the front door after Balki and Larry.

Back at the apartment, Larry and Balki hurry inside and fumble to lock the deadbolt and chain.  Larry turns to Balki.  "Are you sure we lost them?" Larry asks.  "Positive," Balki says.  "Are you sure you didnít tell them where you live?" Larry asks.  "Positive," Balki confirms.  "Are you sure you never told them your name?"  "Positive," Balki assures him.  "Ah, good," Larry sighs with relief, "I think weíre safe."  "Of course I did give your name and address as a reference," Balki says.  "You WHAT?" Larry cries.  Off Larryís horrified look, Balki says, "Just kidding!  Cousins should joke more."  Larry leads Balki behind the couch and says, "Balki, let me give you a little tip . . . any time you meet someone with the word Ďdeathí tattooed anywhere on their body . . . stay away."  "Words to live by," Balki agrees.  They walk around to sit on the couch as Balki sighs, "Oh Cousin, I should have listened to you when you told me not to join the Motor Psychos."  "Well, I can understand why you did it," Larry says, "Itís the only thing that kept your mind off Mary Anne."  Balki starts to cry again, dropping to lean his head against the arm of the couch as he sobs.  "Oops," Larry sighs.

"Iím never going to get over her!" Balki cries.  There is a knock at the door and Larry gets up to answer it.  He opens the door and is surprised to find Mary Anne standing there.  "Mary Anne!" Larry exclaims and she runs in the apartment to hug him.  "Do you have to keep mentioning her name?" Balki cries.  Mary Anne walks to the couch and says, "Balki!"  "Oh boy!  Now Iím hearing her voice!" Balki cries, not looking at her.  "Balki?" Mary Anne asks.  Balki looks at her then says, "Cousin, Iím halluciginating!"  "Balki, this is Mary Anne!" Larry assures him.  "Mary Anne?" Balki asks, hardly daring to believe it.  He moves across the couch to reach out to touch her, saying, "You came back!  You came back!"  "I came back!" Mary Anne confirms, then looks at his outfit and says, "Nice outfit!"  "Mary Anne, why did you come back?" Larry asks.  "Oh, I had to," Mary Anne explains, "I missed Chicago."  She turns back to Balki.  "But most of all, I missed you."  She and Balki hug.  "Well, believe me, Mary Anne, Balki missed you, too," Larry tells her.  Balki gasps and pulls back from Mary Anne, exclaiming, "Mary Anne, you are not going to believe what happened while you were gone.  I can hardly believe it myself."  "What?" Mary Anne asks.  "Cousin Larry saw Elvis!" Balki exclaims, and he and Mary Anne turn to Larry in excitement, Larry looks confused and the episode ends.

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