My Three Sons

My Three Sons, starring Fred McMurray, and his Uncle Charley, William Demarest.

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Chip, do you believe in fate?

That's just my Uncle Charley playing duets with a lady.

And I do it every Sunday night.

No, I mean about you and me.

I mean, we went to different high schools, and all of a sudden we're in the same

college, we have three classes together, and your locker's practically next to mine.

Well, it's the only college anyplace near here.

And I have three classes with lots of the same people.

Yes, but why would Mr. Kingsley pick the two of us to do a term paper together?

Doesn't that spell kismet to you?

I don't know.

Do you want to go in and meet my folks, or should I just go get the books and come back?

Would I be disturbing your dinner?

Heck no.

Dinner's over, or else Uncle Charley wouldn't be playing duets.

Come on.

Hey, shut the door, will you?

The night air shrinks my strings.

We'd better go.

What?

This is my Uncle Charley.

Uncle Charley, this is Polly Williams.

I'll be with you in a minute, honey.

I got a cadenza coming up that takes all my concentration.

And this is his friend, Dorothy.

Dorothy Danson, how do you do, dear?

Hi.

Cadenza.

And this is my dad.

Dad?

Please, Chip, don't wake him up.

Why not?

Oh, Dad, this is Polly, Polly Williams.

Oh, hi, Polly.

I'm sorry, we had a big dinner, and I guess I...

Sit down, won't you, Polly?

No, thank you.

Tramp.

Somebody put a muzzle on that dog.

Dad, where's Mom and Keith?

Well, I think they're out of the kitchen, Chip.

Tramp, that's enough now.

Does everybody have to talk and bark just when I'm coming to the hot pot?

I'll go wait in the car.

Uncle Charlie doesn't mean it.

But, Dad, would you mind introducing Polly to everyone else while I go upstairs to get my books?

And she's already met Uncle Charlie and Miss Dorothy.

Oh, sure.

Well, Polly, Rob, Ernie.

Well, anyway, Polly, this one is Rob, Chip's older brother, and the other one is Ernie, his younger brother.

And that's Tramp.

Well, women's work is sometimes done.

Oh, Barbara, Katie, this is Polly, Chip's friend.

Oh, hi.

Polly Williams, isn't it?

Yes.

Barbara's my wife, and Katie is the wife of that larger body here on the sofa.

Nice meeting you, Polly.

Hey, honey.

Honey, come on.

Working day, Mom.

Oh, I must have fallen asleep.

I thought you were going to supervise getting Dodie ready for bed.

I am.

She's coming down here for a final check.

Oh.

Well, oh, Rob, this is Polly Williams, Chip's friend.

Oh, hi.

Bye.

We'll see you at the office tomorrow.

All right, Dad.

Oh, Katie, that casserole was a delight.

It's getting so I don't have to cook anymore.

Thank you.

Oh, by the way, what are you two doing for your anniversary next Sunday?

Or am I blowing a surprise by mentioning it?

No, no.

No, Barbara and I talked it over, and we decided we'd just go out and have a quiet dinner together.

Let's get out of here before we hear a lot of clever stuff about how time flies.

Good night, Dad.

Good night.

See you later.

Bye, everybody.

Bye, Kate.

Hey, Steve, you want to hear something I would do if it was my first anniversary coming up?

I know, Charlie.

You'd throw a big wing dig.

Right.

You know, one time we were, and I could write off, how did you know?

Well, let's just call it deductive reasoning, Charlie.

I'm going to have a cup of coffee.

Anybody care to join me?

Me.

How about you, Polly?

No, thanks.

I'll just wait for Chip.

Okay.

And not us.

I promised her mother I'd get her home early, and that's what I'm going to do.

Hey, come on, Alice.

Wake up before somebody buries you.

Well, are you ready, honey?

Is it really the first anniversary already?

Yeah, and they're going to spend it alone.

This is the dumbest thing I ever heard.

Maybe they want to be alone.

Of course not.

I'll bet they'd give anything if somebody hit them with a surprise party.

Hi, Dodie.

Shouldn't you be in bed?

Yeah, only I'm not.

Well, what is it?

Something wrong?

No.

Hey, want to come to a party?

What kind of a party?

I don't know.

I got a Spanish paper to turn into mugs.

I got to hang up now.

Bye.

Someday we're going to find a babysitter that lives in the same county.

Who called?

Dodie.

She asked if I wanted to go to a party, but she didn't know what kind of a party, and then she hung up.

Well, she's only a seven-year-old girl.

Wait till she's 20, then nobody will understand her.

He's taking up an awful lot of her time, Margaret.

What time did he get here?

Only an hour ago.

Just the same, I imagine his parents don't want him out to all hours.

Better tell your young man to go home, Polly.

It's getting late.

Oh, Thomas, really?

Good night, Mrs. Williams.

Mr. Williams.

Good night, Chip.

Chip, what is your real name?

Richard.

Good, solid name.

Good night, Richard.

Honey.

Say good night at the door.

You know what the night air does to your lungs.

Good night, Polly.

Good night, Chip.

I suppose I did something wrong again.

Bye, Uncle Charley.

Oh, did you take your vitamins after breakfast?

Yeah.

How come vitamins taste so rotten when they're supposed to be so good for you?

Well, for one thing, you're not supposed to chew them up.

Here's your lunch.

You coming to the party, Uncle Charley?

What party?

The one I'm giving for Mommy and Daddy's university.

Oh, sure.

I'll be there.

Now, is it formal?

I don't know.

Bring a present.

Bye, Uncle Charley.

Bye.

Bring a present.

Are you coming to the party I'm giving to Mommy and Daddy's university, Ernie?

Well, you know it, Dodie.

You really want to give a party, huh, Dodie?

Yeah.

All you have to do is invite people.

Well, there's a little more to it than that.

First of all, what are you going to serve and when's it going to be?

Come on, Chip.

You said you'd drop me off at school and I'm going to get creamed about late again.

Okay.

I'd cool the party bit for a while, Dodie, or talk to Mom or something.

I can't tell, Mama.

It's a surprise.

Come on, Chip.

Come on, Tardy, and I'm going to be on a... Goonie Bird squat, picking up papers with a stick after school.

Okay.

Dodie, you better take your sweater.

It looks like it's going to be cool out.

Why are you looking like that?

Looking like what?

I mean, you would.

You look like you've got something on your mind.

Bye, Mom.

Barbara.

And I are at the market.

Anybody scuffing up the wax floors or touching the icebox gets killed.

Love, Uncle Charley.

Maybe we ought to go study in the library, huh?

Hey, man, Polly, what are you so scared of parents for?

Uncle Charley only leaves notes like that so we'll know where he is.

Really, Chip, I... Look, just because he says he's going to kill

us if we touch the icebox doesn't mean he's hacked or anything.

I don't know.

Hi, Chip.

Hi, lady.