Corrina, Corrina Page #3

I'm home!

Look, Daddy...

I made you some pig knuckles.

Ohh, that's wonderful.

I'm so happy.

Think someone's inviting you

to dinner.

Thank you very much,

but maybe another time.

No, I'd like you

to join us, too.

Well, l...

Here, have a seat.

I guess I don't have

much of a choice.

Oh, here. Have one of mine.

I'll have one with you.

So pretty.

It's Erik Satie,

a French composer.

Yes, I know. He was twenty-two

when he wrote this.

Can you imagine

being so poised...

and having such boldness

in a composition...

when you're only twenty-two?

Can Corrina sleep over tonight?

She's got to get home

to her husband.

No, she doesn't.

Her husband's gone.

I'll get it.

No, no, I'll get it.

You're our guest.

What happened

to Mr. Potato Head's wife?

Um, oh, she's around.

As a matter of fact...

here she is.

You want to split this?

- No, thank you.

- Sure?

Go ahead.

Is tater tot

Mr. Potato Head's son?

That's funny, Molly.

Well, yeah,

he's theirfirstborn.

Thank you.

Oh, boy!

I got it. Butterfingers.

Corrina, did your husband die

like Mommy did?

No, baby.

Though it is hard to tell...

with old Edward B. Washington.

He said he was going out

for cigarettes...

and never came back...

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

That's... that's OK.

I'm sorry. I'll get it.

No, I'll get it. You just sit.

I'll take care of it.

Thank youfor inviting me

to dinner.

Thank you very much...

but I just made enough for two,

and I have to go.

You can make him funny

You can make him sunny

His name is Mr. Potato Head

There's something

I wanted to tell you guys...

that I thought

you'd get a big kick out of.

The other day,

my seven-year-old asks...

You're going to love this...

We all love kids.

Uh, she asked me...

is... is tater tots

Mr. Potato Head's son?

Illegitimate.

My wife would have loved that...

um, the way kids' minds work.

That's the kind of thing

we'd talk aboutfor hours...

laughing.

She had this great laugh.

Sid, I'm sorry.

Stop it. Stop it.

They could see

where you were going with it.

I had a small stroke,

but they were fine.

- You did?

- Stop it.

That's not why I'm here.

Sunday... Shirl

and the boss' new squeeze...

are throwing a party

at his place.

I can't Sunday. I have Molly.

She'll understand.

Get a sitter, OK?

Sunday, get a sitter.

Work, work, work.

Talk, talk, talk.

That's not what we're here for.

Come on, Manny.

Don't thank me.

I'm selfish. I miss you.

Somewhere

Over

The rainbow

Skies

Are blue

And the

Dreams that you dare

To dream

Really do come true

Someday I'll wish

Upon a star

And wake up

where the clouds are far

Behind me

Where

Troubles melt like lemon drops

Away above the chimney tops

That's where

You will

Find

Me, yeah

Somewhere over the rainbow

Mama, Percy threw his bologna

on the floor.

I didn't throw it, itfell.

Percy, hold your sandwich

with two hands.

That dog gets more bologna

than we do.

At choir practice today...

Carl Johnson laughed at me

when I was singing.

Said I had a double chin,

lookedfat.

You ain'tfat. You're beautiful.

Go a little easy

on that potato salad.

Wait. Hello?

I don't know. Is Percy here?

Right here.

Yes? Hold on, please.

It's for you.

Oh, yes, my lovely.

I will twist around...

Sit down.

I'm on the phone.

I know, but I want you to sit

while you're on the phone.

You talked to Charlie today?

Yeah, ten more paid off,

laid off.

I'll get some new shifts.

Somebody will have to

watch Percy.

I'll call Mrs. Hopkins

and clean some fancy houses.

Hey, b-b-b-baby,

that's... that's enough.

Eat, enjoy. It's Sunday.

You need some fattening up.

How about some guacamole?

I made it. It's delicious.

Look, two of my favorite people.

Jenny Davis, Manny Singer.

Manny Singer, Jenny Davis.

How do you do?

Oh, there's the doorbell.

And where's Sid, you asked?

Sidney?

Corrina,

look who's in the neighborhood.

Hi-ho, everybody.

- Frank, how you doing?

- Good.

Good, good, good. Corrina...

I was thinking...

Did you do something different

with your hair?

I knew it. I knew it.

And it looks

absolutely beautiful.

I don't think I've ever had

such good guacamole.

Really?

Well, you haven't tasted mine.

Babaloo

Loo loo loo

Halftime.

Nap time.

No more noise from you, Percy.

You're not my mama.

You can't tell me what to do.

Good night.

Come on up, Percy.

Ain't you lonely there?

Yuck! I don't want to sleep

with no girls.

Now, look, this is nice, huh?

That's cute.

You can'tfit in that.

I can fit in that.

Have you seen

what's behind you recently?

Let me turn

to the maternity page.

Maternity? Come on, now.

This about where you are.

You done had three kids.

If you'd kept that nickel...

between your knees

like mama said...

you'dfit in that tiny outfit.

You talk more stuff.

I know I do.

- Listen, Corrina...

- What?

More importantly...

why you giving Anthony

such a hard time?

Oh, please. Anthony. Anthony.

That's who I'm talking about.

Why?

Because, in the words

of Gertrude Stein, girl...

"There is no there, there."

Oh. And you think there is

in there?

What?

I don't care what yourfriend

Gertrude says...

there's more with Anthony...

than there's ever going

to be in there. So there.

Relax. She's divorced,

feels the same way you do.

Sid, it's too soon.

To talk to a woman?

She needs a ride home.

Shirl and I thought...

Is this high school?

Sid, please.

I know how youfeel.

I'm yourfriend...

No, you don't.

You don't know how lfeel.

I don't know how youfeel,

all right?

I don't know

how youfeel at all.

But the guys at work

have an idea how youfeel.

They've got problems

of their own.

The bottom line is...

you need someone to talk to.

You have me, butfrankly,

I'm not thatfond of you.

And... and all of a sudden

out of the blue...

Molly says, "Is tater tots

Mr. Potato Head's son?"

Oh, that is what

is called adorable.

Oh, kids, huh?

Yeah. Just the way they work.

They're...

Where you on the night

of April thirty-first?

How much money do you make?

Are you just interested

in you-know-what?

Lewis!

Oh, gosh.

Well, as Voltaire says...

And these are my boys.

Manny, this is my son Lewis.

Hi, Lewis.

And this is Howard.

Hi, Howard.

Hi, Manny.

How are youfellas?

If Molly is lookingfor some

playmates, give me a call.

Come on, let's go.

Leave the briefcase.

Over my head

I hear music

Over my rainbow

Over my rainbow

I can hear music

Music...

Hi, Daddy.

Catch me.

You look just like Mommy

when you smile.

Can we play

like we did with Mommy...

andfly to Kalamazoo?

Daddy, you're supposed to say...

"Make sure you get tickets

for three, not two."

Um, Daddy can'tfly right now.

I've had a really hard day.

You just get ready for sleep.

Hey, Daddy-O.

Every cat talks to God

in his own way...

and God understands Chinese.

So Corrina says don't be jealous

of the angels.

Bo, Daddy, bo.

What did Corrina say?

Corrina said

you're jealous of the angels.

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