Freaky Friday Page #7

My father is an extremely

devoted family man.

Extremely devoted.

Oh, I know he is.

He talks about you and

your mother all the time.

She must be a lovely person.

Darn tootin'.

She's quite a doll, also.

Dangerous lady to lock horns

with, if you know what I mean.

- Hi.

- Huh?

Oh, hi, Honey.

What brings you here?

Oh, nothing much.

Why didn't you tell Mom

about your secretary?

What's there to tell?

But, darling,

you always used to tell me.

Too late, Miss Gibbons.

I've already seen your action.

Mr. Andrews, you wanted to sign

this as soon as it was ready.

Thanks.

Lucille, you're

not going somewhere?

Oh, no.

It's just a bit chilly

in here, don't you think?

Oh, yeah.

Hadn't noticed.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Now, what can I do for you?

Look at me.

Aren't I revolting?

You look like

a typical teenager to me.

And I think

it's time for a change.

You came to ask me that?

Well, no, not exactly.

You know, I'm getting my braces

off this afternoon.

I thought I'd get my hair done

and my nails.

What's left of them.

You don't need

my permission for that.

Oh, I know.

But I thought I'd go out

and get some new clothes

to go with the new me.

I wondered if I could borrow

your credit cards

with a note of authorization.

I think we can do that.

Miss Gibbons

can take care of it.

I'll bet she can.

I think I hate Miss Gibbons.

Yes, Mr. Andrews?

Yeah.

Would you take

a short note, please?

Yes, sir?

To whom it may concern.

"To whom it may concern."

Please allow my daughter,

Annabel Andrews,

whose signature appears below,

to use my credit cards,

et cetera, et cetera.

Sincerely yours.

Got that?

Certainly.

Have it ready for you

in a jiffy.

Ugly-looking thing, isn't she?

I'll tell you the truth.

I've seen her look better.

She's got a lot on her mind.

She better not have.

Such as?

Husband's out of a job,

sick kid,

and a difficult mother-in-law.

Annabel, I don't have time

to spend on this.

Anything else I can do?

No, nothing.

This is fine.

- Yeah.

- Thanks a lot, Dad.

Ellen Andrews, you are a

conniving, suspicious old bat.

Thanks a lot, Daddy.

Okay.

Preheat oven to 325.

How do you do that?

Turn it to preheat, stupido.

Sweetie.

Preheat on our stove

is when the oven

and the broiler are on.

It gets hot faster.

Oh.

For a 20-pound bird,

that will take 61/2 hours.

Do we have time?

Only if you double everything.

Turn it up full blast.

- [Telephone rings]

- Answer that, will you?

Hello?

Hang on.

It's for you.

Can't you see I'm up

to my armpits in gunk?

Who is it?

What do they want?

Who are you,

and what do you want?

Okay, I'll tell her.

That was

the principal's office.

He says you're 15 minutes late

for the conference with him.

Mr. Dilk?

What does he want?

Wow!

What does he want?!

Oh!

Male chauvinist pig!

Mr. Dilk, too?

No, still your father

for getting me into this mess.

Who are you calling?

Hello, Boris?

This is Mrs. Andrews.

How would you like to babysit

a small boy and a turkey?

Let's see, what else

can I tell you?

The bird's in the oven.

Just don't touch it,

whatever you do.

And, Boris, you don't say

you could whip up a dessert

for about 25?

Oh, you know, Jell-O,

something like that.

I made a chocolate mousse once.

Do that again.

He's gonna cook?

Isn't that sort of

a sissy thing to do?

Look who's talking.

The kid with the canopy bed

and the dollhouse.

- I don't have a...

- Your nose is runny!

I wouldn't mention that.

He's sensitive on the subject.

I can imagine.

Everything fine?

Okay, I'm off and running, kids.

Don't worry.

We'll be all right.

- Got your car keys?

- Car keys?

For the car, you mean?

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

In the state I'm in,

I'd probably kill

myself if I drove.

I can take the bus.

I've got bus fare.

I'll put this on in the bus.

Annabel!

Where have you been?!

We've been looking all over!

I got some new clothes.

Come on.

We have to hurry.

Come on, Annabel!

Hurry up!

Why didn't you tell us

where you were going?

You look different.

Your dad's gonna be mad.

Let's get this hearse moving.

How could you come up

with a grade like that?

Doesn't she talk up in class?

All the time.

Doesn't that add up

to something?

It does. 37.

But Annabel has

an extraordinary I.Q.,

and her verbal aptitude is

higher than a college freshman.

Nobody ever told me that.

Why didn't you tell me that?

ANNABEL:

I'm really a whiz?

I admire and love

your little girl.

She's the child

every teacher dreams of

discovering in her classroom.

When you finally do and can't

get through to her at all,

then you have to face the fact

that perhaps I am the failure.

And that Annabel,

in more capable hands,

would learn to implement the

gifts that God gave her.

But I don't have that ability,

I guess.

And it just breaks my heart.

Come now, Miss McGuirk.

Don't cry.

It's not your fault.

She's sometimes a bit

of a flaky chick, that's all.

This is your daughter

we're discussing.

Yes, I know.

She's suddenly changed

from a model student

to a flaky chick.

Yes, flaky. That's it.

There has to be a reason

for her behavior.

A variation in her environment?

The emergence of a heretofore

suppressed sibling rivalry?

Will you run that by me

in plain English, please?

Does your family favor

your son over your daughter?

Ape Face?

No, he's just a kid.

Well, she's obviously

rebelling at something.

I think she just wants to do

her own thing, that's it.

Naturally, that's

the normal teenage...

Could it possibly be you?

Are you an attentive mother?

Too darned attentive, I'd say.

Are you understanding?

Never.

Overdemanding?

You bet.

ANNABEL:

Hey, this is fun!

With all due respect,

Mrs. Andrews,

do you consider yourself

an able parent?

Yeah.

I'm not number one

on the charts,

but I'd say I'm in the top ten.

You are loving to

your daughter, aren't you?

Of course I am.

What kind of question is that?

That's a dumb question.

Yeah, what kind of

a dumb question is that?

This is going to be a little

more difficult than I...

Tell me, is there trouble

between you and your husband?

Now, hold on, Charlie!

Charles, please.

Charles, this is

getting out of hand.

We're here to talk about grades,

not my father.

Oh, ho ho! Mrs. Andrews.

Did you hear what you said?

Yes, I called my husband

my father.

Big deal!

Revealing, don't you think?

I think you have

an awful lot of nerve

prying into people's

personal affairs.

Attaway to go, Mom.

We're interested in getting at

the root of Annabel's problem.

She needs help.

And she's not the only one.

Besides, I think

she just got that help.

Come Monday morning,

you're going to see

a brand-new Annabel.

We mustn't expect her

to change just like that.

Stranger things have happened,

McGuirk.

[Sizzling]

BEN:
You think

we ought to turn it off?

Sounds like it's gonna explode!

Your mother said

not to touch it.

Now what happens?

The chocolate gets blended

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