Leave It to Beaver Page #5
- PG
- Year:
- 1997
- 84 min
- 1,536 Views
for more detail in the drawings.
For example, clothes.
Fingers. Feet?
I hardly think a few missing fingers
is anything to be alarmed over.
Here in class Theodore is having
I think his self-image
is really suffering as a result.
I took the liberty of discussing this
matter with our principal, Mrs. Rayburn.
She would like a meeting between your
family and our district psychologist.
- Ward?
- Hmm?
I'm worried
about the Beaver.
So, Theodore, why don't you tell
Well, I'm four foot, three.
I go to school, and I got
some European in my blood.
That's very nice.
Do you enjoy school?
Oh, yes, excepting
for "noman ruminals."
That's a tough one,
all right.
So, what do you
like to do for fun?
I'm a normal kid. I like to do normal
junk just like normal regular kids do.
a real interest in science.
He's very close
with his brother.
And he plays football
for the Mayfield Mighty Mites.
I didn't know they played
football at that age.
You're never too young to play
self-confidence,
coordination, discipline.
- Were you a football player, Ward?
- I played some sandlot.
- Interesting.
- [ Ward ] Oh!
Wait a minute. I know what you're doing.
I can assure you you're wrong.
- Wrong about what?
- I'm not one of those fathers.
- What do you mean?
- One of those fathers
who push their kids...
to try to fill the gaps
in their own lives.
No, no.
June, back me up here.
I've always felt that eight was a little
young to be playing such a violent game.
Oh, really?
I do not think this is the time
or place to have this discussion.
Oh, I think learning to have discussions
is exactly why we're here.
No. What you really want
to do is gang up on me...
for pushing my kids
into sports.
Let me remind you that Wally started
playing football the same age as Beaver.
Last year he was M.V.P., an honor
student, president of his class.
I don't know many boys his age who can
whip up a better Spanish omelet, right?
No. I'm not
who you think I am.
I'm a terrible person.
My best friend just wanted to know
what she thought of him,
and the next thing I knew
we were in her laundry room,
- makin' out.
- Making?
I can't eat. I can't sleep.
I can't go on like this any longer,
but I won't give her up!
I won't!
Please, continue.
[ Clicks, Whirs ]
[ Ringing ]
I'm sorry, Eddie. I don't believe Wally
is expecting you--
Don't think you need to create a
smoke screen for your son, Mr. Cleaver.
Wallace and I have discussed
his relationship with Karen...
and ultimately we feel our friendship
is strong enough...
to survive some
schoolboy dalliance.
Oh, hello, Eddie.
Beaver's upstairs in his room.
- What? You're here to see Beaver?
- Yes.
We're having
Now that Wallace doesn't have as much
time as he used to for young Theodore,
I have taken it upon myself
to slip in and fill that void.
Well, I'm gonna sleep
a lot better knowing that.
Oh, hi, Eddie. I got a model.
I rented a video.
And look at these. I got
about a thousand pennies we can wrap up.
Let's get something
straight, Beavis.
I didn't come here to have a good time.
I'm just using you.
Oh.
Wallace, what's the occasion?
Job interview?
Cut it out, Eddie. You know I'm taking
Karen skating tonight.
Oh, sure, throw it in my face.
You're out having a Ice Capade
with my babe, while I watch
Balto with the Beaver.
So we are going
to watch the movie?
- Shut up.
- Eddie, what did you come over for?
-To see how miserable you could make me?
-Pretty much.
Well, I got news for you. Karen was
never interested in you at all.
Then why'd she invite me
to her party?
I made sure she invited you,
because I felt sorry for you.
So, in other words,
you're a backstabber and a liar.
All right. That's it, Haskell.
Let's do it right now!
You know, he just hasn't been the same
since the growth spurt.
Come, Theodore. Last time I was here l
hid pudding pops in back of the freezer.
Hmph!
Boy, Wally, I never knew
you were such a crummy guy.
- Me first!
- I'll race ya!
- All right! Come on!
- Come on!
[ Laughing ]
Come on.
Karen, I-I was thinking...
-that maybe if tonight went real well...
-[ Boy ] Karen!
- that--
- Kyle!
- [ Gasps ]
- [ Laughs ]
- Hey.
- I thought you, like, moved?
My mom booked, so now we're
living with my dad's parents.
- It sucks, but I'm never home anyway.
- Yeah.
Oh, this is my--
Uh, this is Wally.
- Cool sweater.
- Nice earring.
Kyle and I grew up
across the street from each other.
- We used to, like, take baths together.
- Ha, ha.
Ha, ha. Ha.
- Hey, Eddie, did you know there was...
a real dog named Balto,
and he cured diphtheria?
Well, I'll be.
Your old man's always cryin' poverty,
but he's sittin' on a sweet nest egg.
Are you supposed to be
looking at all that stuff?
What's with you? Don't you like
doin' things you're not supposed to?
I would if I could
get away with 'em,
but I'm just not
as good at it as you are.
[ Clicks, Tone Strikes ]
It's a good thing you found out
what a rat your brother is now,
instead of waitin' for when they're
carvin' up your old man's estate.
Yeah, I've been real
'spicious of him...
since that time at the Twin Pools when
he held me underwater.
I'm tellin' ya,
ya just can't trust the guy.
I think we should sneak off to the
skating rink, spy on the little gigolo.
I don't think my parents
would like that.
What to do.
What to do.
Mom! Dad! Can we
camp out in the backyard?
Far be it from me to inhibit
the boy's sense of adventure.
[ Eddie ] "...in the living room, while
my parents either read or play Scrabble.
Come time to go to bed, it took several
times to get the Nintendo shut off."
I'm not so sure I like Eddie
being so nice to the Beaver.
Oh, now, Ward, if you gave the boy half
a chance, he might just surprise you.
Maybe so, but there's
something about him I just don't trust.
[ Eddie ]
"He said I was crazy.
[ Eddie Continues,
indistinct ]
"Well, something about that TV
must have been bothering me.
"Because I just laid awake
in bed staring at the ceiling.
The more I tried not to feel
scared, the scareder I became."
[ Chattering ]
[ Beaver ]
There's Karen.
But where's Wally?
There he is,
pickin' up splinters.
Hey, babe, let me
go grab my stuff,
then we can blow
outta here.
- Thanks for the fizz, bud.
- Anytime.
Listen, Wally,
I hope you don't mind?
Kyle's really upset.
He really needs someone to talk to.
Are you mad at me?
No. I mean, it's obvious
the guy's got a lot of problems.
Thanks. You're
such a nice guy.
[ Kissing Sound ]
I wish people
would quit saying that.
She dumped him.
Once again, fate has
dealt me a winning hand.
If Wally hadn't have stole Karen
from you, you'd be the one down there...
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Leave It to Beaver" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 23 Dec. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/leave_it_to_beaver_12369>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In