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Previously on growing pains:
Chrissy: Dad every second we waste is candy out of my mouth.
Jason: So I thought with all the rain, tonight would be a great night to have the old pilgrim
Halloween.
Chrissy: What did they do?
Jason: No, they told scary stories.
Carol: If that's my blind date calling to cancel, tell him I'm not here.
Jason: Hello.
Carol: Tell him I'm out with somebody incredible good looking.
Jason: That was Eddie on the phone. Mike was supposed to pick him up a half hour ago and he hasn't shown.
Chrissy: It's light enough.
Maggie: Close the door Chrissy, you're not going anywhere.
Chrissy: Oh no! It figures.
Jason: Come on, close the light, close the door and tell us some more scary stories.
Carol: I'm not finished with my face yet.
Ben: Yeah, well maybe you will have it ready for the Olympics of''92.
Jason: All right who wants the next turn? Carol?
Carol: Oh I'm not with you people, I'm just waiting for this stiff.
Jason: Looks like I could use some help here Ben.
Ben: Carol, get your butt over here right now and tell a story.
Carol: No.
Jason: Ben, I'm saying you say a story.
Ben: Ok, once upon a time on Halloween, at the sweat t-shirt contest…
Maggie: Ben…A Halloween story, scary.
Ben: Ok, scary. It was Halloween and I was coming home from school.
(Story begins to be depicted)
Ben: Mom, dad, it's your favorite son…you know…Ben….Ok well I'm going to be up I'm my room studying like Oas.
Ben: It was odd. No one to greet me, no one to tussle my hair.
And then I heard a noise…a stranger noise I had never heard before.
Jason: Hold it!
(Story ends)
Ben: What? What did I do this time?
Maggie: Ben I want a scary story, really scary.
Ben: Ok, well, I got you this time.
Chrissy: I like the pizza story Benjamin.
Ben: Thank you Chrissy, but this one is better. This is the story of why I stopped trick or treating.
(Story begins)
I was like any other kid with this Halloween thing, you know…there were good ones, there were bad ones. I had been around the block a time or two…I mean I had been doing this trick or treating scam since before sugar was a dirty word. And through all those years of begging, there was one house you never visited. The word was out: Don't go to Bulager's house. Not that anybody had ever seen him, but we all heard the stories. If you went there, you didn't come back.
I mean, isn't that where the Logger family disappeared? All ten of them, wiped out without a trace. I had to find out, even if it was the last thing I ever did. I couldn't make any noise.
Ahhhhhhh…
(Story continues)
I could have run, I could have turned weenie, but I decided to face this like a man. It was odd, even with my heart beating like that. A strange calmness took over me. I think it was because of that smell. Where had I smelled that before? It was warm, inviting…with a hint of cheese, and just a dash of oregano.
(Story finishes)
Ben: Wait until you hear the ending, seriously.
Jason: Carol, do you have anything to contribute?
Carol: I don't want to tell these stupid Halloween stories.
Maggie: It doesn't have to be a Halloween story, just a scary story.
Jason: Come on Carol, I have every confidence you can frighten all of us.
Carol: Well, there is this dream I have been having…I've been having it a lot actually.
(Dream begins)
I'm in a subway station, and I'm late.
Speaking in dream: Where is everybody? Is this some sort of Jewish holiday? Got to make my train…I jumped the turn stile… no that would be wrong, and I never do anything wrong…it's the tragedy of what I am.
VOICE: Attention please! Stop winning and jump the turn stile. Yeah... I'm talking to you bookworm.
Carol: Wow, can you believe I did that?
Grandma: It doesn't matter, that train is never coming.
Carol: What?
Grandma: I didn't say anything.
Carol: Oh sorry.
Grandma: I thought it.
Carol: I can hear your thoughts?
Grandma: And I can hear yours.
Carol: I'm just going to ignore her, and get on that train, and get out of here.
Grandma: Its isn't coming, it's the subway car called success. And it doesn't come to people who just wait for it.
Carol: Well, what are you waiting for?
Grandma: I always wait here. I have been doing it since I was a freshman at Columbia University. My name is Carol seaver, what's yours?
Carol: You are not Carol Seaver, I'm Carol Seaver. This is so bizarre.
(MUSIC)
Yes Carol Seaver is bizarre, don't you know that's the kind of person that you are.
Don't let up what you did; treat it like a sin, to be the kind of person that you are…
Thought you had the knowledge, when you went off to college, how come you not there anymore…Misses, such a miss-fit…or should we call you misfit? Your entire life is rotten to the bone…
Hahaha
(Song ends)
Carol: Ah… (falling)
I don't believe this, I'm flying….I'm flying. I'm not an uptight little bookworm who is afraid to sore. I can do something that nobody in the entire world can do. I'm special.
Mike: Hey, yo, Carol!
Carol: Mike?
Chrissy: Hey Mike, wait for me!
Ben: Beep beep, coming through.
Carol: I'm not special.
Chrissy: Hey you can see our house from here.
Ben: Yeah
Carol: Ah…(falling)
(Dream ends)
Carol: What nobody here has dreams like that?
Everybody: Oh yeah, sure, yeah…..
Maggie: Honey, it's just a dream, its nothing to worry about or be embarrassed about.
Jason: No that's true, and tomorrow I'm going to give you some numbers of some colleagues of mine you can talk to ok?
Ben: Carol, your date is here.
Mike: Hello?
Jason: Mike is that you?
Mike: yeah.
Carol: Oh great, it's only my stupid brother.
Maggie: Quiet Carol. Mike, you scared the life out of us, Eddie called, where have you been?
Jason: Something wrong?
Mike: Yeah I'll say.
Jason and Maggie: Mike, well what's wrong? What happened?
Ben: Mike, you look like you have seen a ghost.
Mike: Uh, look, I'm not crazy am i?
Jason: What are you talking about?
Mike: I mean, I'm not the kind of kid who imagines things, right?
Maggie: NO honey.
Mike: That's what I was afraid of. See, I never really made it to Eddie's tonight.
(STORY BEGINS)
Mike: I thought I knew every road in long island. I'm going to be fine, nothing to be scared of…Mommy…mommy…Hey are you ok?
Kara: I think so.
Mike: Ok, well what happened?
Kara: I don't know…
Mike: Ok, its ok, it's ok... Listen uh, uh, how many fingers do you see?
Kara: Two.
Mike: Great, you want to go out sometime?
Kara: What?
Mike: Uh I'm sorry, my name is Mike Seaver.
Kara: Kara Danes.
Mike: OK, Oh man you are ice cold.
Kara: I have been here a while.
Mike: Here take my jacket.
Kara: Oh thank you.
Mike: I'm just glad you are ok, look at this car.
Kara: Frank is going to be so mad at me for toweling his car.
Mike: Yeah, well Frankie is just going to be happy that you are alive.
Kara: You are funny.
Mike: Pardon me?
Kara: Oh Frankie is such a wonderful dancer.
Mike: Hey wo, wo. Are you sure you are ok?
Kara: Oh darling hold me just hold me.
Mike: Uh, well sure, if I got to.
Kara: Will you help me?
Mike: Uh well, exactly how big is this Frankie guy?
Kara: Take me home.
