Perfect Strangers Episode Guide

EPISODE 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.

Co-Producer: James OíKeefe
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

Guest Cast:
Dimitri Appearances: Dimitri is not seen in this episode.

" . . . we have to take the bull by the corns."

Donít be ridiculous: Said five times in this episode (four times by Balkiís pet parrot Yeorgi.)

Other catchphrases 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 smoke-filled apartment

Myposian Ritual:
The Vingi Vingi Bingi - The Myposian Ritual for Lost Pets

Interesting facts:
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 Margret.
byebyebirdiegrab02.jpg (45315 bytes)- 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 Gabriel.
- 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 Spiderman pajamas.
- 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 Bickley.
- 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.

Bloopers and Inconsistencies:
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 spoke Spanish!)
byebyebirdiegrab03.jpg (46762 bytes)- 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!

The 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.

"A 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."

"Whoa, 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."

The 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 . . . "

Larry 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."

"Balki, 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."

"Well, 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!  Thatís it!"

The 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 . . . "

"Balki, 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.

Balki 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.

Act 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.

"Balki, 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?"

"Donít 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 Larryís frustration.

The 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.

"Eat 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."

"No, 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."

Larry 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.

Later 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 . . . "

Balki 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."

"Yeah, 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.

Later, 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.

Inside 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.

"Come 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."

"Well, 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 difference."

"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.

"You 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.

Script Variations:
There were a few things in the Shooting Draft script dated February 22, 1990 which didn't make it into the final episode:
In 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 go there.
When Jennifer tells Larry about her friend Jack's pet store she adds, "He has plenty of parrots."
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 Larry's head.

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 Channel!

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