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to the east side movin' on up to a deluxe apartment in the sky mo-ooh-vin' on up movin' on up to the east side movin' on up we finally got a piece of the pie fish don't fry in the kitchen beans don't burn on the grill took a whole lotta tryin' just to get up that hill now we're up in the big leagues gettin' our turn at bat as long as we live it's you and me, baby there ain't nothing wrong with that well, we're movin' on up movin' on up to the east side movin' on up to a deluxe apartment in the sky mo-ooh-vin' on up movin' on up to the east side movin' on up
give me my present. oh, let's see here. a book? a book of poems, huh? a book of dumb poems. "one snowy day in deep december, i'll see a brightspring flower to remember..." this is sickening. who wrote this junk? you did, george. oh, not bad. where'd you find this? a few weeks ago, i looked throughsome old things. i ran across these poemswith your love letters. i couldn't believehow beautiful they were. well, consider the source. that's why i couldn'tbelieve it. i had themprinted up.
i didn't get you anything. you've givenenough. good. let's eat. wait. i want to readyou something. oh, weez! ok, read. "i want to takeyour hand in mine and make ourfootsteps intertwine." it was becauseof this poem i let you holdmy hand. and it was because ofthis poem on page eight that i letyou kiss me. let me? you begged me. it was because ofthis poem on page 13 that i almostlet you-- never mind. i begged that time. that was long ago.
didn't you meanthose things? yeah. everything up to page 13. thank you. i'll treasure the book. i'll put it where i won't lose it. oh, george! why are you ashamed of these poems? they reveal how sweet and vulnerable you are. yeah, i know. i hope this isthe only book. well, almost. to get it printed, i had to order a minimum of 12. there are 11 other copies. oh, i'll kill myself... after i change my willand leave you penniless.
there you are. who would believethere was a big heart in thatitty-bitty body? i had no ideayou wrote suchbeautiful poetry. penniless, weez. come on, george. it doesn't hurt to let florence peek. she's almost a family member. she looks like your grandmother. it won't work. i know now thatbeneath those insults stands a manwith true sensitivity. see what you've done. florence likes me. i thinkhe's blushing. ain't that cute? i always wondered why a wonderful womanlike you married a manlike that. now i know. just one question.
[doorbell rings] don't show that book around. florence, you, and i know about the poems. and that's it! keep it that way. loved your poems, mr. jefferson. you read them? no. i had the book, but i didn't have my reading glasses. oh, thank god. mrs. goldman read them aloud for me in the laundry room. weez! i didn't do it. who did? don't get so excited. it was only ralph and mrs. goldman. i'm sure they won't tell anyone else. right, ma'am. absolutely. it's mrs. segal i'm concerned about. who?
in the laundry room. most of them were too moved to fold. i want my book back. i'd be happyto return it, but it's inmy collection of great worksof the western world. it's next to voltaireor t.s. eliot, or-- hi, george. hi, louise. ralph, thanks for that book of poetry. or mr. willisborrowed it. get out, ralph. is this an inopportune moment to ask for a gratuity? gratuity for what? for making my wholelife miserable? whatever you can spare. did you read the book? i wept, george. did you weep?i wept, too. of course. they were beautiful.
i-i-i-i-i couldn't believe it. the soulof the man. i would say,"the sizeof the man," but after readingyour poems, i can't. return my book. why, george,you're blushing. i want my book. you're cutewhen you're angry. and you're fat. you see, i washaving this meeting with a publisherfriend. willis. graham gregoryis very prominentin publishing. the book. i left the bookon my desk. and he probablypicked it up. you don't have it? no. he tookthe book. you seema little miffed. what if i told everybody the things you say to helen-- "give me an alka-seltzer.
i can't believehow you're acting. ok, weezy. i'll calm down. but i'll tell you one thing. i want you to pay me back for everything i bought you. [doorbell rings] hi. guess what. you read my poems, and you thinki'm a sensitive genius. no. i haven't read your poems, and i'm sure i'd hate them. and i think you're an insensitive boor! thanks.come on in. i have a messagefor you. a publishing friendof tom's, mr. gregory called. for what? it wasabout your work. his work? that could bevery exciting. i told him you were a dry cleaner.
it's sickening enough everybody's callingme a genius. well, it is an improvement of what they usually call you. don't miss an opportunity. he published a best-seller. who cares? the poet is on johnny carson often. give me the number! you didn't want anybody to see your poems. johnny carson ain't just anybody. i'm talking about morons. i never intended forthose poems to go public. they're personal.
ok, you canread this one. what do you think? a picture is worth a thousand words. so picture this. what are you doing? that stuffain't as good. that was my mushy period. i decided to go contemporary. well, you better hopethat guy goes deaf. what do you know? you ain't got no taste. i want you to give an introduction tonight. i got an introductionall right. "mr. jefferson,this is bellevue. bellevue, this ismr. jefferson." you're wrong already. the man's name is gregory. i wrote my own introduction.
i have a poemfor you, too. "no way, jose." i'll give you 50 bucks. it says you'rea genius.that's 100. i'll make it "brilliant" for 75. i've worked herea long time. you've beennice to me. because of my warmchristian heart, i'll do it. for 150. ok, but make him believe it. if he believes this, you bettergive him the 150. george jefferson,a poet. tell us abouthis new work. he wouldn't show me. he'll read them to mr. gregory tonight. but florence read one. what did she say? ah, refreshments! these are notfor eating.
throwing. the poems are that bad? i spent my ownmoney for this fruit. where's george anyway? he won't come until mr. gregory gets here. [doorbell rings] i'll get it. graham gregory to see george jefferson. graham gregory...to see mr. jefferson. thanks, florence. mr. gregory,nice to meet you. i'm louise jefferson. george willbe coming. i'm looking forward to meeting him. fruit? maybe later. i'm sure. mr. gregory, you know tom willis. tom.
mrs. willis. george really appreciatesyour coming over here. he's doing me the favor. you must bea lonely man. well, why don't we all sit down? mr. gregory, tom tells us you're quite a successful publisher. well, i have good instincts. you readgeorge's poems. poems? yeah, he's obviously an extremely thoughtful and sensitive man. florence, move your butt! meet mr. sensitive. i guess that's my cue. ladies and gentlemen. webster defines "greatness" as "eminent, renowned, distinguished," but he left out two other words,
so without further ado, let me introduce your friend-- not mine-- george jefferson. tom... sit. mr. gregory, we'll talk later. louise, your bongos. my what? your bongos, like we do every night. you play while i read my poems. oh, those. george, give someone else a chance. florence. not on your life. helen. not on a bet. gladly! i know howto play these. now, you know, there's poetry everywhere. not now.
as i was saying, there is poetry everywhere. in the subway, trash chutes, in books. it's around us in our daily lives. if only we observe. thus... ode to a steam press. "merrily, ye merrily--" give me those. as i was saying, "merrily, ye merrily, the pants were a mess. "their fabric called out, where the hell is the steam press?" i think we're ready for this.
thank you. mrs. willis, you've been here before, and you came back? my husbandhas fun here. george, don't take this as criticism, but you know what i miss? that heartfelt emotion that we saw in your first poems. you want heartfelt emotion? you got it. when i wrote this, i was wracked with pain. i got the anguish out of my system by putting it down on paper. it's called, ode to the cancellation of hawaii 5-0. george, please. i must get it out. ready?
"i fear, i fear he'll never be back. "no one can ever know my woe, "when for the last time i heard... book him, dano." that was very moving. thank you. listen, could wetalk now? quote your price. quote me one. for my poems? poems? i'm askingabout the charge to clean 25baseball uniforms. 97.95, plus tax. $5.00 off with a coupon. why? tom said you'rea dry cleaner. i managea little league team. will you donateyour service? sure. anything you want. back to my poems.
publish them? you're a publisher. willis said you like my work. your work? ohhh... i see what thisis all about. i mean uh... mr. jefferson,i'm sorry. i wanteda dry cleaner to sponsor my team, and you thoughti was interestedin your poetry. i read your book. they're sincere.they're from the heart. but they don't haveany mass appeal. willis liked them. he's a mass! florence, bring me that fruit bowl. thank you. i am sorryabout the mix-up, but i have to go.
i'll sendthe uniforms tomorrow. i'm very sorry. that's ok. poetry's my hobby. dry cleaning is my life. well, not every manhas a sensitive soul, but everybodygets dirty. helen, let's walk graham out. good night, louise.florence. you really liked thosepoems we just heard? i don't know, but i knew they'd give me fruit. i don't understand it. everybody saidthey were great. george, they were. but there was something different about tonight. maybe you were rushed. maybe you weren't in the mood. maybe you were distracted by the bongos. bongos? you see.
these poems areabout dumb things, except for hawaii 5-0. my other poems wereabout something important. what? you. that's more beautiful to me than all the poetry in the world. really? really. why don't you read something out of your first volume? which oneshould i read? oh, how about something from page 13? you got it. let me get the book. captioning performed by the national captioning institute, inc. public performance of captions prohibited without permission ofnational captioning institute
to a deluxe apartment in the sky mo-ooh-vin' on up movin' on up to the east side movin' on up we finally got a piece of the pie fish don't fry in the kitchen beans don't burn on the grill took a whole lotta tryin' just to get up that hill now we're up in the big leagues gettin' our turn at bat as long as we live it's you and me, baby there ain't nothin' wrong with that well, we're movin' on up movin' on up to the east side movin' on up to a deluxe apartment in the sky mo-ooh-vin' on up movin' on up to the east side movin' on up