Nancy plays hot-line operator when her classmate attempts suicide, to get back at her married boyfriend for breaking up her; Buddy baby-sits a whiny kid (absurdly, Quinn Cummings).
Written by Hindi Brooks; produced by Nigel McKeand; directed by Richard Kinon.
Jennifer Salt: Susie Robinson.
Ken Kercheval: Mark Adams.
Vincent Baggetta: Dave Robinson.
Quinn Cummings: Marcy Willis.
Ruth Manning: apartment manager.
Lisa Blake Richards: Joan Robinson.
James Jeter: man.
Ray Guth: Mr. Lewis.
[Phone rings in apartment building's office. Woman picks up] Woman: Sunset Villa. Nancy: Uh, hi, yes, I'm calling about one of your tenants, Susie Robinson. I was wondering if -- Woman: We don't take messages, here. Nancy: Oh, no, I know, but this is important. Woman: She went. Nancy: She went? Woman: With a suitcase. You a friend of hers? Nancy: Yes. Woman: OK. You find her. Tell her she better watch out, or she'll be evicted. Nancy: Evicted? Why? Woman: Why? I'll tell you why. Screaming and shouting is why. And the language... I never heard a woman use that kind of language. Not a lot of men, either. Nancy: Uh -- was there someone there with her? Woman: Well, not that I've seen. Sounded like she was talking on the phone. Somebody ought to tell her that throwing things at people doesn't work when you're on the phone. Nancy: ... Are you listening, Susie? Susie! Not on your birthday, you dummy, it's too melodramatic!
Doug: Well... How was your weekend? Buddy: OK. Doug: Oh! Just OK? Nancy: It was a weekend much like any other. Kate: Well, something must've been different, with us gone. [pause] Willie: OK... Buddy was tailed by a kid who tried to assume her identity. A girl in Nancy's class went off and tried to kill herself. While Nancy kept her alive by talking to her on the phone, I drove a coupla hundred miles trying to find her, finally arriving to save her -- and the day -- in the very nick of time. Kate: Listen, you. I know it's not easy for parents to grasp that their children get along by themselves, and it must seem silly, my hoping in some way we might be missed -- but I can do without the sarcasm. Doug: Yeah, so can I. [Kate and Doug head upstairs] Willie: I must've put it in the wrong way. Nancy: I guess your version was a little... pithy. Willie: How should I have said it? Buddy: Like this: "Mom, Dad, you'll never guess what happened this weekend!" [pause] Willie (running up the stairs, Buddy and Nancy behind him): Mom! Dad!
