Strangers Episode Guide
94 - Bye Bye Birdie
First Air Date:
April 13, 1990
Nielsen Rating: 12.7 HH
TV Guide Description: Balki
is heartsick after his pet parrot flies the coop, and Larry doubts that even the
Myposian runaway-pet chant will bring him back.
Created by: Dale McRaven
Written by: Tom Devanney
Directed by: Joel Zwick
Bronson Pinchot: Balki Bartokomous
Mark Linn-Baker: Larry Appleton
Melanie Wilson: Jennifer Lyons
Dimitri Appearances: Dimitri is not seen in this episode.
" . . . we have to take the bull by the corns."
ridiculous: Said five times in this episode (four times by Balkiís pet
used in this episode:
"Funny, funny story . . . "
"Oh my Lord!"
Other running jokes
used in this episode:
- Balki pouts
"Puttiní on the Ritz" - sung by Balki and Yeorgi as Balki is
teaching him how to sing
"Express Yourself" - sung by Balki after he walks into the
The Vingi Vingi Bingi - The Myposian Ritual for Lost Pets
- The title of this episode comes from the 1960 stage musical of the same
name. It was adapted as a movie in 1963 and starred Dick Van Dyke and Ann
One may notice how well Bronson handles the parrot in this episode.
In real life, Bronson had pet birds of his own, including a canary named
- The bit where Balki is teaching Yeorgi to sing
"Puttiní on the Ritz" was very likely inspired by the hilarious
scene in the movie Young Frankenstein in which Dr. Frankenstein presents
his "monster" and the proceed to perform the song with the monster
yelling out the line, "Puttiní on the Ritz!"
- Once again we get to see Balki wearing his
- When Balki is teaching Yeorgi to sing, there are
three paper cups which are sitting upside down on the table as well. Why
are they there? Read the Script Variations below to find out!
- Thereís little doubt that this episode was
inspired by the Laverne & Shirley episode entitled One Flew Over
Milwaukee, in which Shirleyís pet canary, Duane, flies out the window and
Shirley keeps vigil beneath it, awaiting his return. In fact, that episode
was penned by Perfect Strangers producers Michael Warren and William
- As if it were really necessary to point it out,
the bird that Larry grabs so vigorously off the fire escape railing is a fake
bird, edited in after a shot of the real bird sitting on the fire escape.
- Even though Yeorgi came back home at the end of the episode, he must
have gotten lost permanently shortly afterward because he was never seen or even
mentioned in the series again (don't even ask what happened to the parrot that
This episode featured several establishing shots of the apartment
building in inclement weather. All of this was created with special
effects. The dark clouds were added in the sky and the overall brightness
dimmed to simulate a storm brewing. All the snow effects were added on,
probably using a matte effect. Itís fairly obvious because while there
is snow falling from the sky and piled in various places none of the cars
driving by have any snow on them!
episode begins on a blustery, dark day. Larry is sitting at the kitchen
counter, talking on the phone. "Hello, is this Johan from Jumpiní
Jiminyís Chimney Sweeps?" Larry asks (pronouncing all the Jís as
Yís), "Yeah, I canít use my fireplace. Uh, I need my chimney
swept. Tomorrow is great. Yeah. My name is Larry Appleton, 711
Caldwell Avenue. Yeah, oh and Johan . . . uh, how much is this going to
cost me?" There is a pause. "I see," Larry responds,
"Uh . . . and uh, how much is it without the top hat?" Another
pause. "Youíve heard that one before, huh? All right.
Well, Iíll see you then. Thank you. Bye bye." Larry
hangs up the phone. Balki enters the apartment carrying a large bird cage
with a red parrot inside. "Cousin, guess what I got!"
"A parrot," Larry observes.
parrot!" Balki says happily, carrying the cage to the coffee table and
setting it down. Larry joins Balki and they sit on the couch together.
"Funny, funny story," Balki begins, "You know when you see a
parrot and something clicks? Well, thatís what happened to me! And
when the salesman saw that I was cuckoo over this birdie, he give me the birdie
for free." "Ah," Larry muses, "Did he give you the
cage for free?" "Well, of course not. Donít be
ridiculous," Balki scoffs, "Cousin, this is a top-of-the-line, duel
alloy, hand-forged birdcage from Taipei. You donít get those for
free." "I see," Larry says, "How much did it
cost?" "Two hundred fifty dollars out the door," Balki
answers, "Cousin, I am totally stoked! Itís going to be great for
us to have a birdie."
Balki . . . we are not going to have a birdie," Larry clarifies,
"This is your bird. That means youíll feed it, youíll clean it .
. . " "Iíll teach it how to talk," Balki adds.
"Is that really necessary?" Larry asks. "Oh yes,
Cousin!" Balki smiles, much to Larryís consternation, "Cousin,
Iíve always wanted a pet that could talk to me. In fact, on Mypos I
taught my hamster sign language. He was very good at it.
Unfortunately he had very little to say. But I have high hopes for Yeorgi."
"Yeorgi?" Larry asks. "Yeah, I named him after my favorite
goat on Mypos," Balki explains. "Ah, well thatís quite an
honor," Larry says, "I wouldíve thought you would have saved that
for your first born." "Cousin, jump into the twentieth
century," Balki says, rolling his eyes, "We donít name our children
after goats. We name them after sheep."
next scene begins with an establishing shot of the apartment building with snow
falling and the words "Two Weeks Later" on the screen. Inside
the apartment, Balki is sitting in his Spiderman pajamas and robe with Yeorgi
sitting on top of his cage on the dining table. "Okay, Yeorgi,"
Balki prompts, holding out a treat, "Ah one, ah two, one, two, three, four
. . . " Balki starts to sing, "If youíre blue and you donít
know where to go to why donít you go where fashion sits . . . ?" He
points to Yeorgi, who squawks, "Puttiní on the Ritz!" Balki
gives Yeorgi the treat and exclaims, "Wonderful! Good, good.
Are you sure you donít have show business in your blood?"
"Donít be ridiculous. Donít be ridiculous," Yeorgi replies.
Balki laughs at Yeorgiís joke. "Okay, letís try it again,"
Balki suggests, and he again prompts, "Ah one, two, one, two, three, four .
. . "
has walked out of his bedroom, wearing a robe and looking. "Balki . .
. Balki, itís two oíclock in the morning. Could you keep it down?
Iím trying to sleep." "Oh, Iím sorry for all the noise,
Cousin, but thatís what happens when birds of a feather party together."
Balki laughs at his own joke. "Balki, this just isnít working
out," Larry complains. "Cousin, what do you mean?" Balki
asks. "Look, I admit the first few days he was here it was
cute," Larry says, "The two of you watching TV together, the two of
you playing board games together, Yeorgi helping you with your homework.
But it isnít cute any more. I havenít slept for the past four nights because
of this stupid, noisy bird." "Cousin! Cousin!" Balki
protests, leading Larry away from the table, "Donít talk like that in
front of Yeorgi. I donít want him exposed to this negative energy.
In fact, Cousin, I think you owe Yeorgi an apology."
I am not apologizing to a bird," Larry insists, "I donít do
that." "Cousin, it hasnít escaped my notice that in the two
weeks since weíve had Yeorgi you havenít once picked him up to play with
him," Balki notes, "In fact . . . I havenít seen you give him any
quality time at all." Balki starts to pout. "Well, Balki,
youíre right," Larry says sarcastically, "How could I have been such
an insensitive lout? You know, why donít I take off a couple of days
from work next week and Yeorgi and I can do some real bonding."
"I think that would go a long way with him," Balki smiles, taking
Larry seriously. "Balki, I donít want to bond with a bird,"
Larry clarifies, "I want to go to sleep. Now do something about
Yeorgi before I do."
Cousin, if thatís the way you feel, fine," Balki says with
disappointment, "But I have to tell you this comes as a blow. I was
hoping my two best friends in the world would hit it off. I know
Yeorgiís made an effort. But it takes two, Cousin . . . it takes two.
So Iíll just keep Yeorgi in my bedroom, you wonít be able to hear him."
"Thank you," Larry sighs, "Iím going to sleep."
Larry turns to go back to his bedroom as Balki starts for the dining table.
"Goodnight, Shorty," Yeorgi calls. Larry turns, incensed,
saying, "Thatís it! Thatís it!" and he starts for Yeorgi but
Balki stops him. "No, no, Cousin, Cousin, Cousin . . . eh . . . eh .
. . Shorty was the name of the man at the pet store." Itís obvious
Balki is lying, and he makes it even clearer when he adds, "Yeah!
next day, the weather is still snowy and icy. Inside the apartment, Larry
is standing by the fireplace which has smoke billowing from it into the living
room. Larry is fanning at the smoke with a magazine in one hand while he
holds the phone with the other. He has the receiver cradled to his ear.
"Yeah, hello? Is this Johan from Jumpiní Jiminy Chimney Sweeps?
Yeah listen, you . . . you were just out to clean my chimney and I . . . I just
tried to start a fire and the chimney is still clogged. Yeah, could you
send somebody out right away? There . . . thereís enough smoke in here
for us to shoot a rock video." Larry hangs up the phone. Balki
enters through the front door and exclaims, "Wwowww! Thereís enough
smoke in here to shoot a rock video!" Balki starts to sing
Madonnaís "Express Yourself" as he dances to his bedroom.
"What you need is a big, strong hand which will take you to your higher
ground . . . "
weíre not shooting a rock video," Larry says, "I tried to start a
fire again and the chimney is still clogged." Larry walks into the
kitchen to work on dinner. Balki comes out of his room and looks around.
"Cousin, have you seen Yeorgi? Heís not in his cage."
"Well, I try never to know where Yeorgi is," Larry says as he puts an
empty plate on the counter. "Yeorgi?" Balki calls, still
looking, "I must have left the cage open when I was giving him his herbal
sponge bath." "Well, heís gotta be here someplace," Larry
says, reaching down to take a pan out of the oven. "Yeah, heís
probably hiding from you," Balki says, looking under the coffee table,
"You donít like him and he knows it." "He does?"
Larry asks. "Yeah," Balki confirms. "Well, whatís
he think Iím gonna do?" Larry asks, "Pop him in the microwave?"
Larry places a small roasted game hen on the plate.
turns around and sees the chicken and gasps in horror, reaching down to pick up
the cooked hen and starting to cry. "No, Balki . . . Balki,"
Larry says, taking the hen back, "This is dinner." Balki cries
out, looking like he might throw up. "No, no, I mean . . . I mean
itís not Yeorgi! This isnít even a bird we know." Larry
sets the hen back on the plate. "Then whereís Yeorgi?" Balki
asks. "Well, I . . . I donít know," Larry answers, "The
doors are closed. Heís gotta be here somewhere. Itís not like he
flew out the window." Balki looks to the window, which is open.
Larry and Balki share a startled look. "You left the window
open?" Balki cries, running to the window. "Well, Balki, I just
opened the window to let the smoke out," Larry explains. Balki crawls
through the window into the fire escape, calling, "Yeorgi! Yeorgi!"
out into the snowy, freezing street. The scene fades to black.
two begins several hours later. Balki is sitting on the fire escape with
his knees pulled up to his body, still calling out, "Yeorgi! Yeorgi!"
even though his voice is hoarse and weak and his face doesnít move.
Larry exits the bathroom, wearing his heavy coat and carrying a hair dryer.
"Balki, youíve been out there for hours," Larry says, stopping to
plug in the hair dryer, "You . . . you must be freezing. Now,
youíre coming in here before you freeze to death." Larry reaches
out the window and grabs Balki, who is frozen into a ball. He tips Balki
onto his side so he can pull him in through the window. Larry pulls him
onto the little bookcase and then pulls the bookcase, with Balki on it, over to
the dining table. He moves Balki from the bookcase onto the table, then
puts the bookcase back in its place.
I am so so sorry," Larry offers, pulling Balki up so that he is sitting up
again, "You know . . . " Larry picks up the hair dryer and turns
it on, using it to defrost Balki. " . . . if I had known that . . .
that Yeorgi was out of his cage, I . . . I never would have opened the
window." Balki slowly starts to move his fingers and hand, then
stretches out his legs. "Donít worry," Larry comforts Balki,
"I . . . Iím sure that Yeorgi has found some other parrot-loving family
and heíll be just fine in his new home." Larry sticks the running
hair dryer inside Balkiís coat and turns to close the window. "Dnn
hhhhh eee iiiooooh! Dnn hhhhh eee iiiooooh! Dnn hhhhh eee iiiooooh!"
Balki cries urgently through his frozen lips. Larry turns back to him
worriedly. "Balki, what is it?" Larry asks, then he rubs
Balkiís cheeks vigorously to get his mouth to defrost, "What are you
trying to say?"
close the window!" Balki cries, "We have to leave the window open so
that when Yeorgi comes home he can fly right in." Larry removes the
hair dryer from Balkiís coat and turned it off. "Balki, itís ten
degrees below zero outside," Larry points out. "All the more
reason to leave the window open," Balki says, "Heíll want to get
inside quickly. In fact, Iím going to stay right here . . . "
Balki slowly lowers himself off the table and then reaches back awkwardly to
grab one of the chairs and pull it next to the window so he can sit down.
" . . . to welcome him when he comes home." "Balki . . .
Balki, what if Yeorgi doesnít come home?" Larry asks gently.
"Why he wouldnít come home?" Balki asks, "All his stuff is
here. Besides, itís Friday night. He never misses Stupid Pet
Tricks on Letterman." Balki starts his vigil by the window, much to
next morning, Larry exits his bedroom wearing layers of clothing and a wool cap.
He has his arms wrapped around him and heads for the kitchen, but stops when he
sees Balki still sitting by the open window. Balki is bundled as well,
wearing a hood over his head and holding a blanket around him, but he looks
barely conscious. There is a coating of frost on the side of the nearby
furniture facing the window. "Balki?" Larry asks with surprise,
walking over to him, "Balki?" "Yeah, Cousin?" Balki
replies, shivering. "Have you been up all night?" Larry asks.
"Yeah," Balki confirms, turning his head to Larry so we can see the
one side of his face is also frosted, "No . . . no sign of Yeorgi.
But . . . I did meet a couple of nice pigeons. Theyíre going to ask
around." Larry sits down at the dining table where Balki has his
breakfast waiting. "Balki, itís . . . itís freezing in
here!" Larry complains.
your oatmeal, Cousin. Itíll warm you up," Balki suggests.
Larry reaches down to lift the spoon out of the bowl and the oatmeal comes up
with it in a frozen clump. "Donít you think if Yeorgi were gonna
come back heíd be here by now?" Larry asks. "I donít know,
Cousin," Balki replies, "Single bird . . . big town."
"Listen, Balki, sooner or later youíre gonna have to face the fact that
Yeorgi may be gone for good," Larry states. Balki turns a scolding
finger on Larry. "Cousin, you can check your negativity at the door!
I have faith that Yeorgiís going to come home. And let me tell you this
. . . Iím not going to rest until he does!" Balki promptly slumps
over, asleep. "Balki? Balki?" Larry asks, then moans as he
gets up to get Balki up, saying, "All right, come on. Come on, come
on." He pushes Balki up, awakening him. Larry then leads Balki
to his bedroom. "You are exhausted," Larry says, "Youíre
going to bed."
wait wait wait," Balki cries, stopping, "Wait, wait, Cousin, Cousin,
Cousin . . . I . . . I canít . . . someone has to be here to . . . to sit by
the window and welcome Yeorgi home." "Iíll wait for him,"
Larry promises, "You go to bed." "Thank you," Balki
says, "I just hope he hasnít hooked up with some crows and picked up bad
habits." Balki motions like a worried Jewish mother and then heads to
his bedroom. As soon as Balki closes his bedroom door, Larry turns to try
to close the window, but it doesnít budge. Balki walks back out of his
bedroom, calling, "Cousin?" Larry turns away from the window
quickly. "By the way," Balki continues, "I nailed the
window open so the wind wouldnít blow it shut." "Good
idea," Larry forces a smile, then adds, "Get some sleep."
Balki goes back into his bedroom.
There is a knock at the door and Larry
goes to answer it. Jennifer is there, wearing her coat and scarf.
"Hi," she says, "Iím going
to the bakery. Do you want any . . . ?" Jennifer stops, looking
startled. "Larry, itís freezing in here. Whatís going
on?" "Well, Yeorgi flew away last night and Balki wonít close
the window until he comes back," Larry explains. "Comes
back?" Jennifer says, "Itís ten below out there."
"Well, tell me about it," Larry sighs, "By now Yeorgi is a bird-sicle
lying beak up somewhere." "Oh, thatís terrible," Jennifer
sighs, "Poor Balki. Maybe you should get him another bird."
"Balki doesnít want another bird," Larry insists, "He wants
Yeorgi." "Well, you could get him a bird that looks just like
Yeorgi . . . maybe he wonít know the difference," Jennifer suggests.
Larry thinks about this, then replies, "Nah, it wouldnít work. As
soon as Balki found out that the bird couldnít talk heíd know it wasnít
Yeorgi." "Well, itís easily explained," Jennifer says,
"The trauma of being lost coupled with the intense cold caused temporary
amnesia. It happens with tropical birds."
looks surprised, asking, "It does?" "Well . . . you
believed it, didnít you?" Jennifer points out. "You are
devious," Larry notes, "I like that in a woman." "My
friend Jack owns a pet store," Jennifer says, "Iíll go down there,
see if he has a bird like Yeorgi, if he does Iíll buy it and your troubles are
over." "Jack?" Larry asks suspiciously. "Larry,
heís seventy-nine years old!" Jennifer informs him. "Oh,"
Larry smiles, then asks, "How tall is he?" "Larry . . .
" "Iím sorry, Iím sorry," Larry offers, "Iím
freezing and . . . and Iím not thinking straight. Just call me as soon
as you get back." "I will," Jennifer promises, then she
says, "You know, um . . . youíre kind of cute when youíre
jealous." Jennifer steps forward and kisses Larry on the lips.
"And Larry, donít worry about Jack," she adds, "Youíre a much
better kisser than he is." Jennifer exits, leaving Larry to ponder
that last statement.
that day, Larry is on the phone. "You found a bird?" he asks
into the receiver, "Thatís great! Thank you, Jennifer. Iíll
be right up to get him." Larry hangs up the phone as Balki exits his
bedroom holding a blanket around him. "Cousin, why arenít you at
the window?" Balki asks. "Iím walking off a cramp," Larry
explains, limping on one leg and crying, "Ow! Ooh, ow! Ooh, ow!
Ooh, oh! There, itís gone." Balki heads for the window,
asking, "No sign of Yeorgi yet?" "Well no, not yet,"
Larry says, "But I got a feeling somethingís gonna pop real soon."
"Cousin, the mandatory twenty-nine hour waiting period is up," Balki
explains, "Yeorgi is officially a missing pet . . . and that means
thereís only one thing to be done." Balki heads for his bedroom.
"We have to go for broke . . . we have to pull out all the stops . . .
returns carrying Yeorgiís empty cage on a stand. " . . . we have to
take the bull by the corns. Itís time . . . for the Vingi Vingi Bingi."
"The Vingi Vingi Bingi?" Larry asks. "The Vingi Bingi Bingi,"
Balki repeats, "The Myposian chant for runaway pets. I didnít want
to use it earlier. Itís quite potent. We could attract every
runaway dog and cat in the neighborhood." "Well, I think
thatís an excellent idea," Larry states. "Well, now donít
you . . . " Balki starts to argue, then realizes what Larry has said,
"You do?" "Oh yeah," Larry assures him, "You
know, I donít usually go in for this chant stuff but I have a feeling this
oneís gonna work. Yeah, I think thereís a good chance that this chant
will bring back your bird." "Great, Cousin! Then, you want
to join me? You can do the backup, Iíll teach you the steps."
tempting, Balki, but I gotta run," Larry says, heading for the door.
"Cousin, where you going?" Balki asks. "Well, theyíre, uh
. . . salting Seventh Street, and you know how I love to watch that."
Larry steps outside the door then prompts Balki, "Come on, Balki!
Youíre cutting into your chant time! Five, six, seven, eight . . .
" Balki begins to perform the chant, bouncing around the apartment in
a strange dance and singing, "Hoo ha, hoo ha ha hoo, hoo ha ha, hoo ha ha
hoo, hoo ha, hoo ha ha hoo, hoo ha hoo ha hey! Vingi vingi bingi yingi . .
. " Larry watches this until Balki has circled the living room, the
last half on his knees, and ends up holding on to the stand with Yeorgiís
cage. Looking stunned but not saying a word, Larry leaves.
we see Larry making his way down the fire escape from Jennifer and Mary Anneís
apartment, carrying a cage which contains another red parrot. "Here
we go . . . here we go . . . good birdie . . . good birdie," Larry calms
the bird. Larry slowly opens the cage door and encourages the bird to
climb out onto his arm. "Yeah, here we go . . . good birdie . . .
come here . . . come here . . . " Once the bird is on his arm, Larry
slowly turns to the window. We can see Balki standing by the empty cage
inside. "Yes, yes . . . good birdie . . . all right now . . . all
right. Find the Balki. Okay? Find the Balki," Larry
coaxes, pointing toward Balki. "Find the Balki . . . go on."
Suddenly the parrot takes flight but doesnít fly through the window.
Instead it takes off away from the fire escape. "Oh! No . . .
no!" Larry gasps, following the flight of the bird as it circles around,
"No! No! Come back! Come back! No! Oh!"
Larry looks hopeful and motions,
"Come here. Come on. Yes. Come on . . . come on . . .
come on . . . ooh!" The parrot lands on
the railing of the fire escape right in front of Larry. Larry reaches out
for him as the bird walks along the railing away from him. "Come here
. . . come on . . . " The parrot squawks at him. "Come
here, birdie. Come to Larry," Larry continues to try to coax the bird
closer, "Come on." Larry almost makes a grab for the parrot but
it squawks sharply at him. "Come here," Larry says, "Come
to Larry before I ring your little birdie neck. All right. All
right." Larry finally makes a grab for the bird, snatching him up and
then throwing him in through the window. The parrot flies across the
living room and lands on Balkiís head. "Yeorgi!" Balki cries
happily, giving the bird a treat, "Yeorgi! You came back!"
Out on the fire escape, Larry cries, "Yes! Yes!!" Just
as Larry looks up, a huge clump of snow falls and lands right in his face.
the apartment, Balki takes the bird off his head and puts it in the cage,
scolding, "You know you had me worried sick? Now, go in there.
Go in there. You get in your cage, young man. Get in there.
Now . . . I hope you know itís going to be a long time before I open this cage
again. Thatís a privilege youíre going to have to earn. I hope
someday you have a bird of your own so youíll know what you put me through.
Now, we say no more about it. The important thing is youíre okay."
Larry enters through the front door. "Cousin! Cousin!"
Balki exclaims, pulling Larry over to the cage, "Yeorgi came back!"
"Oh my Lord! Itís a miracle!" Larry reacts, "Well, I
wouldnít believe it if I wasnít seeing it with my own eyes. Well, just
let me look at the two of you together again. Well, I just want to savor
this moment. Great, okay, letís close the window and get this place
warmed up." Larry goes to pull the nails out of the window frame.
on, Yeorgi," Balki says, "The first words I want to hear out of your
mouth are ĎIím sorry.í Come on, we all make mistakes."
Balki looks concerned as Larry finishes closing the window and walks over to
him. "Cousin . . . somethingís wrong. Heís not
talking." "Well, thatís easily explained," Larry begins,
"The trauma of being lost coupled with the intense cold caused temporary
amnesia. Happens in tropical birds." "It does?" Balki
asks. "Oh sure," Larry insists, "Ask Jennifer. Iím
sure with some time and loving care you can re-teach him."
"Cousin, I donít think this is Yeorgi," Balki says. "W .
. . well, of course itís Yeorgi," Larry argues, "Wha . . . what
other bird would be zany enough to fly around in weather like this? You
crazy bird you!" "No, his . . . his body language is
different," Balki notes, "And . . . he seems to be carrying more
weight in his face."
heís probably just retaining water," Larry offers. The bird
suddenly squawks and says, "Buenos dias!" He follows it up with,
"Mi casa es su casa." Balki looks at Larry suspiciously.
"Oh yeah, oh, Balki, didnít I tell you? Oh no, he always spoke
Spanish. He just never did while you were around." Larry leans
to speak to the bird, saying, "Hola! Como esta usted."
Balki is giving Larry a look. "Youíre not buying any of this, are
you?" Larry asks. "Cousin, who is this stranger in Yeorgiís
cage?" Balki asks. "All right, itís not Yeorgi," Larry
confesses, "But he was with Yeorgi when he died."
"Cousin!" Balki gasps. "Oh all right, Balki, look . . .
" Larry sighs, "Look, I asked Jennifer to go out to a pet store and
buy a bird that looked like Yeorgi and then I came down the fire escape and
threw him through the window. I shouldíve realized youíd know the
"Well, thanks for trying so
hard," Balki offers, then he walks past Larry toward the window.
"Balki, what are you doing?" Larry
asks. "Iím waiting for Yeorgi," Balki explains, opening the
window and taking a seat next to it again. Larry pulls out another chair
and sits down as well. "Balki . . . Balki, listen to me."
Balki continues to look out the window, so Larry reaches over and turns him
around to face him. "Balki . . . listen to me! Now Yeorgi is
not coming back. Now Iím not saying that anything bad has happened to
him. In fact, he might be with a very nice family someplace. But
wherever he is, he is not coming back here. Never. As in forever.
Heís history. Heís dead." Suddenly, Yeorgi flies in the
window and says, "Donít be ridiculous! Donít be ridiculous!"
"Yeorgi, you came back! You came back!" Balki reaches down to
get a treat for him, then coaxes him off Larryís head and onto his finger.
must be hungry. Here . . . here . . . come here. Come here, come
here, whoops . . . come here. You see, Cousin, I told you heíd come
back." "Well, I . . . I donít believe it," Larry says,
"I . . . I really didnít think there was a chance weíd ever see Yeorgi
again." "Cousin, reciting the Vingi Vingi Bingi works every
time," Balki explains. "Iím just glad your bird came
back," Larry says, "And if you want to believe the chant had something
to do with it, well thatís just fine. But those of us in the civilized
world know that this was just a coincidence." There is suddenly a
commotion of barking and meowing from outside. Larry gets up to look out
the window in shock. "Oh my Lord . . . there must be hundreds of cats
and dogs out there." "Really, Cousin?" Balki asks,
"Why, thatís quite a coincidence, wouldnít you say?" On
Balkiís smile and Larryís stunned look the episode ends.
There were a few
things in the Shooting Draft script dated February 22, 1990 which didn't make it
into the final episode:
the first scene, when Balki tells Larry to guess what he's got and Larry
guesses, "A parrot," Balki says, "Wrong. It's a
parrot." After saying "Funny, funny story," Balki says,
"On the way home, I stopped by that pet store on Halstead, Waldo's Wings 'N
Things. And well, you know how when you see a parrot and something just
clicks? Well, that's what happened to me when I saw this bundle of red
feathers. Luckily it was mutual. Well, when the salesman saw that,
he gave me the parrot for free. Pretty good deal, huh?"
- Instead of saying,
"I'm totally stoked," Balki says, "I'm totally jazzed."
- The scene with Balki
and Yeorgi at the dining table was supposed to take place on the counter.
Balki is playing the shell game with three paper cups. The bird is
squawking. "Okay, try it again," Balki says, "Watch the
seed. Around and around it goes. Where it stops, nobody knows."
Balki stops moving the cups. "Alright, which one is it under?"
The bird squawks. Balki picks up a cup. The bird seed is under it.
"You win again," Balki smiles, "That makes the score Yeorgi:
eight, Balki: two." The bird squawks loudly. "Alright,
nine to two," Balki admits, "Have you played this game before?"
This is when Yeorgi says "Don't be ridiculous. Don't be
ridiculous." Balki does not sing with Yeorgi in this script.
- When Larry comes out
to complain about the noise, Balki tells him, "Sorry for all the noise,
Cousin. Yeorgi's just a party animal." Balki laughs at his own
joke and exclaims, "Where do I come up with them?"
- After Larry says he
doesn't apologize to a bird, Balki says, "Oh, I see. This isn't about
noise. This is about relating outside of your species."
"What?" Larry asks. Then Balki notes how Larry hasn't picked up
Yeorgi and played with him.
- After Balki makes up
the story about Shorty being the name of the man at the pet store, Larry turns
and goes to his bedroom. Balki turns to Yeorgi and says, "Now, Yeorgi,
we've been over this. You know he's very sensitive about his height.
But I thought it was funny." "Where do I come up with
them?" Yeorge squawks. Balki then takes Yeorgi to his room.
- When Balki enters
the smoke-filled apartment, he doesn't repeat Larry's comment about it being
enough to smoke to shoot a rock video. Instead he says, coughing,
"Boy, this Chicago smog is getting a little out of hand. I'd better
tell Yeorgi no bird aerobics today." "It's not smog. It's
smoke," Larry explains, then tells how he tried to start a fire.
- Balki says he gave
Yeorgi a sponge bath, not an herbal sponge bath.
- Oddly enough, the
beginning of the scene says that Larry is putting take-out chicken on plates.
But later in the scene he takes a cornish game hen out of the oven. The
take-out chicken was probably the way the scene was originally written, and this
direction wasn't taken out when it was changed to the game hen.
- After Larry says he
would never have left the window open if he'd known Yeorgi was out of his cage,
Larry asks, "Can you forgive me?" Balki, even though frozen,
nods. Larry then says, "Thanks," before continuing.
- After Larry promises
he'll wait for Yeorgi, Balki says, "Thanks, Cousin. I'm so tired I
could eat a horse. Do you promise . . . " Balki falls asleep on
his feet. "Balki!" Larry calls. "To wait here at the
window for Yeorgi till I get back?" Balki finishes upon waking. Larry
promises. Balki also falls asleep halfway to the bedroom when he turns to
- When Jennifer tells
Larry about her friend Jack's pet store she adds, "He has plenty of
- When Larry says he
has to leave, Larry says, "Tempting, Balki. But I got to run an
errand." "Where are you going?" Balki asks. "Uh,
to run an errand," Larry says, searching for an answer. Then he
distracts Balki by prompting him to do his chant.
- When Yeorgi returns, the directions say he lands on the window sill and not
- After Larry says he
didn't think there was a chance they would ever see Yeorgi again, Balki says,
"I just couldn't give up." "And you were right," Larry
says, "You taught me what faith could accomplish." "Well,
faith and reciting the infallible chant for lost pets," Balki corrects.
The rest of the show is the same.
The scripts for the TGIF
promos which aired March 2, 1990 were included in this script and shot after the
filming of this episode. You can view the script pages for these promos
below and you can also view these spots on our YouTube
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