TV Guide capsule for Saturday, Oct. 10, 1992:
9 PM Who's the Boss?—Comedy
Tony lands a teaching/coaching job at Fairfield High School, much to Jonathan's chagrin. Meanwhile, Sam and Hank try to find roommates so that they can rent the house next door.
Scene I: The Bower-Micelli living room, an autumn Friday evening
(Sam and Hank are kissing on the couch. She reluctantly breaks away.)
SAM: OK, Hank, we have to get back to the list.
HANK: List?
SAM: Of possible housemates?
HANK: Oh, that list.
SAM: Come on, Hank, if we're going to move into the Harpers' by the 1st, we have to find two other paying tenants.
HANK: Sam, I don't know about this.
SAM: Come on, it's a great house!
HANK: I know, Sam, but I like Mona's apartment.
SAM: So does she. And everyone wants her to move back there.
HANK: (sighing) OK, read off to me what our options are.
SAM: We live with strangers. Or live with friends.
HANK: That's all we've got?
SAM: You distracted me!
HANK: Oh. Well, yeah, I guess the Harpers are going to want us to get a little more specific.
SAM: Yeah. Now, if it's strangers, we're going to have to place an ad and interview a bunch of people, which between your job and my classes is going to be hard to schedule.
HANK: Yeah. Maybe I should just get a better-paying job.
SAM: I thought you like it at the library, doing puppet shows and everything.
HANK: I do, but they can't pay me much.
SAM: Which is why, for now, we'll look for housemates. OK, the friends option. Your friends or mine?
HANK: We could have one of each.
SAM: What if they don't get along?
HANK: Sam, some of your friends don't get along with each other.
SAM: True.
HANK: Why don't we just have Mona rent the house, and she can fill it with her friends?
SAM: You want the place raided?
HANK: (laughing) I love you.
SAM: I love you, too. (They kiss again, but she stops it again.) Hank!
HANK: Sorry, I can't resist an empty house.
SAM: I know! Let's get housemates that are always out of town!
HANK: Yeah! Like stewardesses!
SAM: I don't think so, Honey.
HANK: Just a suggestion. By the way, where is everyone?
SAM: The football game. Jonathan's Marching Band teacher figured out how he can march with his foot in a cast. And Jenny Wittener said she'd help him stand up. She plays the flute, so at least it's a light instrument.
HANK: Did he ever decide between her and Heather Harper?
SAM: Not yet. He needs "more time." (She shakes her head.) I think he's enjoying having two girls after him.
HANK: Hey, isn't Heather a cheerleader?
SAM: Yeah, so?
HANK: Those cute little skirts? The pom-poms? I think Jonathan will make up his mind tonight.
SAM: You know, I was on the drill team in junior high.
HANK: Yeah? I bet you were real cute!
SAM: You pervert!
HANK: Do you still have the outfit?
SAM: Yeah, but it's too small now.
HANK: I don't mind.
SAM: You are a pervert!
HANK: (nuzzling her neck) Come on, Sam, if you put it on, I'll— (He whispers something in her ear. She blushes and smiles.)
SAM: Well, it might be up in the attic.
HANK: Be careful up there. My dad secured the floor but he said to still use caution.
SAM: Poor Jonathan, five more weeks! (The front door opens to Tony, Angela, and Jonathan, he with his foot still in the cast from the last episode. Angela is carrying Jonathan's accordion. Sam and Hank exchange looks of disappointment at being interrupted and relief that they weren't doing anything at the moment.)
HANK: Hey, how was the game?
TONY: (shaking his head) I've been in professional sports, and I'm a hockey fan, but I've never seen anything that brutal!
SAM: Did one of the players get injured?
ANGELA: (setting the accordion down on the coffee table) No, the coach.
SAM & HANK: The coach?!
JONATHAN: Yeah, Coach Grumby is kind of in your face. And he was on the field and he got run over.
TONY: By his own team!
HANK: In a car?
JONATHAN: No, they were on foot.
TONY: It was a stampede!
ANGELA: Jonathan, I'm so glad you play the accordion instead of football!
JONATHAN: Are you kidding? They were heading for the keyboard section before Grumby got in their way.
HANK: That's some team.
TONY: They just need to focus.
SAM: Focus? It sounds like they need seeing-eye dogs!
TONY: Samantha.
SAM: What happened to Coach Barnes? The team won a lot when I was in high school.
JONATHAN: He retired and now we've got Grumby. Or we had him. He'll probably be out of commission for a few weeks. On the bright side, he's also the History teacher, so that means I don't have to worry about my History paper.
ANGELA: Jonathan.
JONATHAN: I'm kidding, Mom. The other bright side is that with all the confusion, I didn't have to decide between Heather and Jenny after the game, like I promised.
ANGELA: Jonathan, I don't think you're being fair to either girl.
JONATHAN: Mom, I'm only sixteen. I'm too young to settle down.
ANGELA: I'm not asking you to get married. I'm just asking you to choose one of these girls, or neither if that's what you want.
SAM: Angela, do you really want him to go steady?
T & A: (remembering what they went through with her) No!
JONATHAN: I just thought of another bright side. With Coach Grumby injured, then they might cancel the homecoming game in a couple weeks and then I don't have to decide who to take to the dance.
ANGELA: Jonathan, that's a terrible thing to say!
TONY: Yeah, couldn't you just use your foot as an excuse not to go? (Angela gives him an annoyed look. The phone rings.)
JONATHAN: If that's for me, I'm not here. (Tony shakes his head but goes to the phone.)
TONY: Bower— (as if still getting used to this) Bower-Micelli residence. (Hank clears his throat. Tony sighs.) Bower-Micelli-Thomopoulos residence. Yeah, this is Tony Micelli. (pause) Uh huh. (to the family) It's Jonathan's high school principal.
JONATHAN: I didn't do anything! (Angela looks suspicious, even though Jonathan is a good kid.)
TONY: Yeah, I was there. I saw the whole thing! Does Gumby need a witness? Sorry, Grumby. (pause) Well, yeah, a women's volleyball team. (They all look at him.) And some other sports. (pause) You're kiddin' me! That'd be great! Yeah, I'll see you first thing Monday. Thanks, bye! (They're all still looking at him.)
ANGELA: Tony, what was that all about?
TONY: You're not gonna believe this, but he offered me Gumby's, I mean Grumby's job.
JONATHAN: (horrified) NNNNNOOOOOOOOOO! (Cut to opening credits.)
Scene II: The Bower-Micelli-Thomopoulos living room, a few moments later
(Everyone is as they were, except that Jonathan has his head in his hands, while still leaning on the crutch.)
JONATHAN: (mumbling) No, no, no, no!
ANGELA: Um, I guess I should close the front door. (She's about to, but Bonnie comes in.)
BONNIE: Hi, Everyone! (She closes the door behind her.) Did you hear that someone got hurt at the high school football game? (Jonathan lets out a cry of pain. Bonnie looks at his foot.) Oh, no, Jonathan, it was you?
JONATHAN: I don't want to talk about it.
BONNIE: (accusatory towards the others) Why are you making him stand on his feet when he's been injured? Here, Jonathan, lean on me.
JONATHAN: (as if trying to be brave) OK. (He puts his arm around her.)
ANGELA: Jonathan.
JONATHAN: (as Bonnie helps him over to the couch) Not now, Mom.
BONNIE: (to Sam and Hank) Move over, you two.
SAM: Bonnie, Jonathan hurt his foot last week.
BONNIE: But it still hurts, doesn't it, you poor boy?
JONATHAN: (biting his lip) Mm hm.
BONNIE: Scoot over, Sam! (Sam rolls her eyes but she scoots closer to Hank. Bonnie carefully eases Jonathan onto the couch, taking his crutch.) There is that better?
JONATHAN: Yes, thank you.
SAM: Bonnie, the person who got hurt tonight was Coach Grumby. And Jonathan is just upset because they want Dad to replace him.
BONNIE: Is that true, Jonathan?
JONATHAN: Well, sort of. (Bonnie decides not to sit down next to him.)
BONNIE: Why would that upset you? Mr. Micelli is so cool!
TONY: Thanks for the vote of confidence, Bonnie.
ANGELA: I think the problem is that Mr. Gumby—
JONATHAN: Grumby, Mom.
ANGELA: Well, he's not just the coach but the History teacher. Jonathan's History teacher.
SAM: Yeah, and I can kind of understand Jonathan's problem. I mean, Dad is sort of like his dad. And I wouldn't want him as my teacher!
TONY: Thanks, Sam.
ANGELA: It may be a little awkward, Tony.
JONATHAN: A little?
TONY: Come on, I won't treat you any different than the other students.
HANK: Jonathan, I think you're being really selfish.
SAM: Honey!
HANK: I'm sorry, Sam, but poor Tony had a hard time finding a job last spring and then when he finally did, he had to move all the way to Idaho—
ANGELA: Iowa.
HANK: Right. And he had to give up everything to do it. And then he gave up what he had there to come back to Angela. And now he finally has a chance at a great local teaching job, and Jonathan wants to stand in his way.
JONATHAN: What would you do if it was your dad teaching?
HANK: My dad? I'd drop out.
JONATHAN: See?
HANK: But Bonnie's right. Tony is cool.
TONY: Thanks, Hank.
JONATHAN: Well, is this permanent or temporary? I mean, if you're just substituting for a couple months, I guess I could stand it.
TONY: I forgot to ask. Should I call him back?
ANGELA: You'll be seeing him on Monday. You can find out the details then. It may not even be something you want. You don't even know the salary yet. And you don't know if the team will promise not to run you over.
TONY: Angela, at this point, I'll take almost anything.
BONNIE: (picking up Sam's list) What's this? (reading out loud) "Do it with strangers. Do it with friends."
TONY: WHAT?
SAM: Dad, Hank and I were just brainstorming about what we want to do about housemates.
BONNIE: Is there room for housemates at Mona's apartment?
SAM: No, we have a chance to rent the Harpers' house next door.
BONNIE: Oh, cool, I've always loved that house! Not that this isn't a nice house, too.
T & A: Thanks, Bonnie.
HANK: Hey, I've got an idea!
SAM: (warningly) No, you don't.
HANK: I don't?
BONNIE: I do! What if I move into the Harpers' with you guys?
SAM: I thought you were living with Julia.
BONNIE: I am, but she's such an airhead!
HANK: Then I guess I won't suggest Julia as the fourth housemate.
BONNIE: Oo, could we get a cute guy as the fourth housemate?
TONY & HANK: No!
JONATHAN: Yeah, get another girl. (They all look at him.) Well, women are easier to live with.
HANK: See, Sam? Stewardesses.
JONATHAN: (eagerly) Stewardesses?
SAM: I don't think so.
TONY: Wait a minute, you're gonna have either two girls living with you and Hank, or Bonnie and a "cute guy"?
SAM: Well, we could forget Bonnie and make it two cute guys.
T, H, & J: No!
BONNIE: How about me and two cute guys? We could split the rent five ways instead of four.
TONY: How about I take this job at Jonathan's school and turn over my entire salary to Sam and Hank so they don't need housemates?
SAM: Works for me.
HANK: Yeah, I'm cool with that.
JONATHAN: NNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!
Scene III: The Bower-Micelli-Thomopoulos-Robinson kitchen, late afternoon on Monday
(Tony is cooking dinner. Mona enters from outside.)
TONY: Hey, Mone, how was work?
MONA: It was work. But otherwise good. And what about you? Angela told me about your job interview at Jonathan's school.
TONY: It went great. They're not sure if it will be temporary or permanent, since the old coach is stubborn and refuses to retire, even when he's been injured. But either way, I'll be teaching History, and coaching whatever sports are seasonal while I'm there.
MONA: Good for you! I know Jonathan's not happy about it, but it'll at least add to your résumé.
TONY: That's what I figure. The thing is, the principal wants me to meet with the old coach, to sort of get his approval for something more permanent. But if Grumby likes me—
MONA: Jonas Grumby?
TONY: Uh, yeah, I think so.
MONA: That's the same coach who was at Fairfield High when Angela went there, over twenty-five years ago. Before she switched to Montague Academy.
TONY: Yeah? How come Angela didn't recognize the name?
MONA: Angela didn't exactly care about sports then. It took a certain hunky ex-jock to change that.
TONY: (grinning) Well, I do what I can.
ANGELA: Tony, I'm home!
TONY: Excuse me. (He runs out of the room. Mona smiles and shakes her head at the newlywed.)
Scene IV: The Bower-Micelli-Thomopoulos-Robinson living room, shortly thereafter
(Tony and Angela are in the midst of a huge smooch.)
TONY: I missed you so much today, Baby!
ANGELA: I missed you, too, Darling! (More smooching.)
MONA: (entering from the kitchen) Are you going to go through this every Monday?
ANGELA: (both embarrassed and indignant) Of course not, Mother.
TONY: Yeah, school will be closed for Columbus Day.
ANGELA: Tony, you got the job?
TONY: Yeah, I did!
ANGELA: Oh, Tony! (She gives him a big congratulatory kiss. Mona rolls her eyes.)
MONA: I'll let you know when dinner's ready. (She exits back to the kitchen.)
ANGELA: (reluctant to stop kissing) Tony, Mother can't cook.
TONY: Let it burn. Let's go upstairs and celebrate.
ANGELA: Well, I was going to take you out to a nice restaurant to celebrate. But I like your idea better. (They run upstairs, hand in hand. The room is empty for a beat and then Sam enters the front door with Wendy Wittener.)
WENDY: (holding up keys on a chain) Now, Sam, the Harpers entrusted me with these keys. Can I trust you with them even before you're renting the house?
SAM: Of course Mrs. Wittener. Hank and I will just go over there to check the place out and after that only to bring prospective tenants through.
WENDY: (handing the keys over) OK. And, Sam, can you do me a favor?
SAM: Sure, what?
WENDY: Can you talk to your stepbrother and ask him to please make up his mind between Jenny and Heather?
SAM: (sighing) I've tried.
WENDY: You know, it's not easy living with both girls right now.
SAM: Oo, yeah, that must be rough!
WENDY: Rough? Herb and I are about ready to pay to rent the Harpers' house ourselves, just to move Heather back home.
SAM: I'm sorry. I'll talk to him again. It's just he's upset right now because Dad might be taking a job at Fairfield High.
WENDY: Yeah, Jenny told me. How did his interview go?
SAM: Well—
TONY: (offscreen from upstairs) ALL RIGHT!
SAM: He seems pretty happy.
ANGELA: (also offscreen from upstairs) YES YES YES!
SAM: (embarrassed) And Angela is happy for him.
WENDY: (shaking her head) Newlyweds.
SAM: Yeah. (Jonathan enters the open front door and looks self-conscious at seeing Wendy.)
JONATHAN: Um, hi, Mrs. Wittener.
WENDY: Jonathan!
JONATHAN: Yes, Ma'am?
WENDY: Listen up! You either choose one of those poor girls, or I'm sending them both back to boarding school.
JONATHAN: Um, is there a deadline?
WENDY: By homecoming.
JONATHAN: Oh, well, you know Coach Grumby was injured.
WENDY: Yes, and he's been replaced. Two weeks from Friday, Jonathan. Or else! (She exits dramatically.)
JONATHAN: (to Sam) So I guess they hired Tony?
TONY: (still offscreen) OH YEAH!
SAM: Does that answer your question?
JONATHAN: I'm going to take Heather to the movies.
SAM: So Hank was right! You do like Heather better.
JONATHAN: No. It's just she's taller and more fun to lean on.
SAM: Very romantic, Jonathan. (He shrugs. He exits the front door, passing Hank on his way in. The two guys exchange hellos and goodbyes before Jonathan disappears.)
HANK: Where's Jonathan going?
SAM: To the movies with Heather.
HANK: Aha, so I was right!
SAM: I think he's still deciding.
HANK: No, Sam, it's the power of the cheerleading uniform. Trust me on this.
SAM: Whatever.
HANK: Hey, do you want to go up to the attic and look for your drill team uniform?
ANGELA: OH, RIGHT THERE!
SAM: Not right now.
HANK: (looking up at the ceiling) Maybe we should go home to our apartment.
SAM: (jingling the keys) I've got a better idea. (He looks down at her, confused. Cut to commercial)
Scene V: The Harpers' dark empty ground floor, a few minutes later
(Sam unlocks the front door and she and Hank enter.)
HANK: Sam, I don't know about this. I mean, it's not even our house yet.
SAM: It will be. Just as soon as we find the right housemates.
HANK: Let's not count our housemates before they're hatched.
SAM: Come on, Hank. This may be our only chance to be here alone.
HANK: Yeah, but there's no furniture. No electricity.
SAM: We can make our own electricity. Enough to light up a small city. (She gives him a big kiss.)
HANK: Well, darkness can be fun.
SAM: And I did bring a candle. This'll be very romantic.
HANK: Without furniture?
SAM: We just have to be creative.
HANK: Well, I am a puppeteer. (They start making out. They don't notice that someone comes through the open door.)
YOUNG MAN: (with a thick Brooklyn accent) Ay, how am I supposed to look at this place if I can't see nothin'?
SAM: Al?
HANK: Sweetie, we are not sub-letting to Al Rossini!
AL: Good, 'cause my last name is Gallo.
SAM: Let me light the candle. (She does so. She and Hank both straighten their clothes, although Al doesn't seem bothered.) Al, who told you about this house?
AL: My niece of course.
HANK: His niece?
SAM: Mrs. Rossini.
HANK: He's Mrs. Rossini's uncle? I thought he was her nephew.
AL: Her favorite uncle. And she knows I been thinkin' about moving my salon to Fairfield.
SAM: You have?
AL: Yeah. I mean, I love Brooklyn, but from what I seen visiting you and Tony, the broads in this town could use a good hairdresser.
HANK: What a noble ambition.
AL: Thanks. So my funds will be in flux for awhile before I get settled up here, but this sounded like a great opportunity. And I'd be livin' next door to my good buddy Tony.
HANK: And living with your good buddy Sam.
AL: (putting his arm around her shoulders) Yeah, me and Sam go way back. Four years!
HANK: (starting to get a little jealous) Yeah?
AL: Yeah, I even went out with her a couple times. And she managed my band. Oh, and she pretended to be my wife last year.
HANK: Last year? When was this?
AL: Right before she met you. Or was it after, Sam?
SAM: Um, I think it was before. (pulling away and handing Al the candle) Here. Go take a look around. See what you think of the house.
AL: Cool. This is kinda spooky, like Halloween. I like that. (He exits to the kitchen.)
HANK: So you went out with him?
SAM: It was four years ago!
HANK: And you "pretended to be his wife"?
SAM: It was just to help him get an apartment.
HANK: And now he wants to share a house with you.
SAM: Hank, Al and I are just friends!
HANK: Uh huh.
SAM: God, you're as bad as Matt!
HANK: I'm as bad as you're ex-fiancé? I can't wait to hear how!
SAM: Well, I was renting a house with an engaged couple, and when they broke up and the guy flirted with me, Matt got the wrong idea.
HANK: Oh?
SAM: Let me start over.
HANK: No wonder you wanted to live with two cute guys. Is that going to be enough for you?
SAM: (quietly furious) You did not just say that.
HANK: Kitten, I'm sorry!
SAM: Don't talk to me!
HANK: Kitty-cat, please! Meow? Purr? Tomcat is so sowwy!
BONNIE: (at the front door) Oh, Hank, are you practicing for library storytime?
SAM: Bonnie, what are you doing here?
BONNIE: Mrs. Wittener said you had the keys to this house, and Mona said you weren't home, so I figured you'd come over here.
HANK: Uh, yeah, we wanted to take a look at it.
BONNIE: In the dark?
SAM: We lost our candle.
BONNIE: Why don't you just turn on the lights? (She flicks a switch. The living room lights up. Sam and Hank look at each other.)
HANK: I guess the Harpers haven't canceled the electricity.
SAM: I guess not.
BONNIE: Gee, this house is great! So when can we move in?
SAM: Well, Bonnie…. (Al reenters from the kitchen.)
AL: Wow, this place is even cooler with lights on! (He blows out the candle.)
BONNIE: (grabbing Sam's arm and speaking confidentially) Oo, Sam, is Al one of the two cute guys?
SAM: Um.
AL: Hey, Bonnie, nice to see you. But I was here first.
HANK: (warmly) Al, Bonnie. There's room enough here for everyone. (Sam shoots him a look like, What are you up to?)
Scene VI: Tuesday evening, the B-M-T-R dining room
(Tony is at the head of the table, Angela at the foot. Jonathan and Mona sit on one side of the table, Sam and Hank on the other. There's an empty chair on each side. The mood is quiet and tense.)
MONA: (fearless as always) So how was school today?
JONATHAN: Great, if you like listening all day to girls talk about the hunky new History teacher.
TONY: (flattered) Yeah?
JONATHAN: Yeah. The girls think you're "really cute for an old guy"?
TONY: (hurt) Old?! (Angela tries to hide her amusement.)
JONATHAN: And of course everyone thinks that Tony's going to give me easy A's in History. But I know he's going to grade me harder than anyone.
TONY: Well, I talked to your guidance counselor, Jonathan, and she said you haven't fully applied yourself and need to—
JONATHAN: See? This is another thing I was afraid of.
MONA: (to Sam and Hank) So any luck finding housemates? (The young couple exchange nervous glances and then look over at Tony.)
SAM: Dad, you'll be pleased to know we won't need your entire salary.
TONY: I was kidding, Sam.
SAM: Good one, Dad.
HANK: Tony, when we asked to use the dining room tonight, it was because we wanted you to meet our prospective housemates.
TONY: Kids, look, you're adults. I'm sure whoever you choose will be great. Even if it's Bonnie.
SAM: Funny you should say that. (Bonnie enters.)
BONNIE: Hi, I'm not too late for dinner, am I?
TONY: Oh, you did choose Bonnie. Who's the other girl? Julia? Marci?
AL: (entering) Yo.
TONY: Al is the other gir—housemate?
SAM: Yeah, Dad, isn't that great? It's two people you already know and like.
TONY: I don't think so, Sam.
BONNIE: (pouting) You don't like us?
JONATHAN: (patting the seat next to him) I like you.
AL: (sitting in that chair) Thanks, Jonathan. (Jonathan looks disappointed.)
TONY: I like Bonnie and Al as people, not as your housemates.
AL: Ay, I got references!
TONY: No, Al, the problem is, well, you and Bonnie aren't married.
AL: Wow, Sam, I knew your dad was strict, but this!
TONY: You'd be two young unmarried people living together.
SAM: With us, Dad. Me and Hank.
TONY: Yeah, you two would be great chaperones. (Doorbell.)
BONNIE: I'll get it! (She exits.)
TONY: Who's this? The other "cute guy"?
MONA: Oh, it's probably my date.
TONY: You invited a date over? Tonight?
MONA: Well, I live here, don't I?
TONY: I'm losing track of who lives where. Angela, say something!
ANGELA: Do we have enough place settings? (Bonnie enters the room with a crusty old man in a wheelchair and a sailor's cap. He's played by Alan Hale, Jr., who didn't die in 1990 in this universe.) Oh dear, I'm not sure this room is ADA-compliant.
BONNIE: Look who's here, Mr. Grumpy!
OLD MAN: (grumpily) Grumby, with a B.
MONA: (getting to her feet) Jonas, how have you been?
OLD MAN/ JONAS: I've been better. (getting a good look at her and smiling surprisingly warmly) Mona? You never change!
MONA: (smiling back) I know.
JONAS: So where's this son-in-law of yours?
MONA: Tony, meet Jonas Grumby. Jonas, meet Tony Micelli.
JONAS: Micelli? Are you the young punk they're trying to replace me with? (The kids and their friends are very amused.)
AL: Young punk? Tony? You're kiddin', right?
JONAS: Who's the hoodlum?
TONY: Um, my daughter's new housemate.
SAM: Really, Dad?
TONY: Well, you can try it and see how it goes.
SAM: (leaning over and giving him a hug) Thanks, Dad!
JONAS: You're letting your daughter live with a hoodlum?
TONY: It's OK. She's married to that young punk over there. (He points at Hank.)
JONAS: Isn't that the kid who plays with dolls at the library?
ANGELA: Mr. Gumby—
JONATHAN: Grumby, Mom.
ANGELA: Right, sorry. Mr. Grumby—
JONAS: Call me "Skipper," Young Lady.
ANGELA: Thank you, Sir. Well, Skipper, we're all very sorry for your unfortunate accident. But I assure you that my husband will do his best—
JONAS: Which one is your husband?
ANGELA: Tony.
JONAS: Oh. I need a chart for this. Mona, is this the daughter with the baby fat?
MONA: The one and only.
JONAS: Oh, I remember you. Braces. Played the tuba.
ANGELA: Cello.
JONAS: Right. I never had you in my classes, but I heard you were a bright girl. And this Minelli here—
ANGELA: Micelli.
JONAS: Right, sorry. He's your husband?
ANGELA: And a former professional baseball player.
JONAS: Is that so, Micelli?
TONY: Yes, Sir.
JONAS: You know anything about football?
TONY: I know enough.
JONAS: I like your spirit, Little Buddy. OK, I'll let you have my boys. For now. But remember, they're still my team.
TONY: Yes, Sir. I'll tell them to win one for the Skipper. (Cut to commercial.)
Scene VII: Angela's remodeled bedroom, now shared with Tony, Friday night
(Tony is lying in bed, just wearing his pajama bottoms and a proud smile. The only light is from the bathroom.)
ANGELA: (offscreen, speaking from the bathroom) You were amazing tonight! Those moves! So creative! I've never seen anything like it!
TONY: Not even on our wedding night?
ANGELA: I meant your coaching. It's Fairfield's first win of the year!
TONY: Well, thank you. I can't take all the credit. The boys played a good game, and of course I couldn't have done it without the love of a good woman.
ANGELA: Then let's make sure you have a championship season. (A click as the bathroom light goes out, throwing everything into darkness. Pause.)
TONY: Angela, where did you find this skimpy little drill team uniform? (Roll end credits.)