Diff'rent Strokes (TV Series)

Sam's Missing (1985)

Conrad Bain: Philip Drummond

Quotes 

• Maggie McKinney Drummond : Philip, I don't give a damn about those chairs!

  Philip Drummond : Look Maggie, I don't either, but until we get Sam back we can't just bury our heads in the sand and pretend we don't exist. Look I miss him too, but sitting on the floor isn't going to bring Sam home any sooner.

• Philip Drummond : Arnold, you don't have anything to feel guilty about.

  Arnold Jackson : I can't help it, Dad.

  Philip Drummond : Well we all feel guilty, I keep wondering what if I had never let Sam go out in the street alone? What if I'd told him to scream if he ever got in a jam? What if? What if? What if? None of it's going to help, Arnold.

• Philip Drummond : What is it, Arnold?

  Arnold Jackson : I just had Sam on the phone, he gave me this phone number!

  Philip Drummond : What?

  Officer Fernandez : Good work, Arnold, you handled that like a real pro. Come on, Mr. Drummond, we'll get Harris to trace this number.

• Philip Drummond : Maggie now listen, this has been going on for over a month, we just have to move into a hotel. I feel like a squatter in a construction site.

  Maggie McKinney Drummond : Philip honey it is not that bad, you haven't tripped over anything in at least three days.

  Philip Drummond : Wrong! This morning I tripped over a two by four and sprained my... never mind.

  Maggie McKinney Drummond : Well dear, your never mind will heal. Besides, the workmen will be out of here before you know it.

  Philip Drummond : Maggie look, the World Trade Center went up faster than this banister.

• May Brown : [knock on the door]  Who is it?

  Officer Fernandez : Police, open up we have a warrant to search the premise.

  Don Brown : Get away from that door, May.

  Officer Fernandez : [busts in]  You're all under arrest for the kidnapping of Sam McKinney!

  May Brown : [shocked]  What? Kidnapping?

  Philip Drummond : [Comes in behind them]  Sam!

  Sam McKinney : [Excited]  MR. D! Oh, Mr. D!

  [Runs up and hugs him] 

  Sam McKinney : I knew you'd come and get me! I knew you'd come and get me! I knew you would!

  Philip Drummond : We weren't going to give up until we found you.

  May Brown : [Freaking out]  Donald? Donald, what's happening?

  Don Brown : [Yelling at the officer]  Leave her alone!

  [Calms down] 

  Don Brown : She had nothing to do with it. My wife and my son had nothing to do with this.

  Sam McKinney : It's true.

  Detective Harris : We'll have to figure this out later.

  May Brown : [Reaches out but is held back]  Sam?

  Sam McKinney : Sorry, Mrs. Brown

  [Waves tearfully] 

  Sam McKinney : Bye Bobby.

• Pearl Gallagher : Nobody wants to eat but I've got to stay busy. I know, I'll dust the furniture.

  Philip Drummond : Pearl! There's no furniture.

  Pearl Gallagher : Oh right!

• Pearl Gallagher : [bringing out her soup pan]  Mr. Drummond, the painter dropped...

  Philip Drummond : Pearl, I don't want to hear about it and I don't want to eat it.

• Philip Drummond : Excuse me.

  Sally Winkle : I'm sorry about the potato chip display, it fell prey to a four foot twin pack terror.

  Arnold Jackson : Sam!

  Philip Drummond : The little redheaded boy?

  Arnold Jackson : Floppy haircut? Super cute?

  Sally Winkle : They're not cute when they attack my chips, but that is the culprit.

• Philip Drummond : [about Sam]  Look, he's overdue at home. Did you see which way he went?

  Sally Winkle : Yeah, he left with his father.

  Arnold Jackson : Huh?

  Philip Drummond : What?

  Sally Winkle : Yeah.

  Philip Drummond : That's impossible. His father lives in Nashville.

  [takes out a picture] 

  Philip Drummond : Is this the boy?

  Sally Winkle : That's the kid alright.

  Philip Drummond : Oh my God. Arnold this is terrible.

• Sam McKinney : [CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE: The police sweep into the Brown residence, grabbing Don and his family. Sam charges Drummond, who enters behind the cops, and they hug]  Hey, Mr. D...! Did you have any trouble finding this place?

  Philip Drummond : [CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE]  Not after you gave us their number... I hope you didn't think we were gonna give up looking.

  Sam McKinney : [CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE]  Boy, I'm really glad you could come get me in person; sorry the others couldn't. I'm sure it wasn't for lack of trying...

  [They exchange another hug; then, abruptly, Sam looks very unhappy] 

  Sam McKinney : ... Well, I guess this is where you ask me what we've learned, if nothing else.

  Philip Drummond : [CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE]  All right, Sam, let's get that out of the way. What *have* we learned, if nothing else?

  Sam McKinney : [CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE]  That anybody who *really* had a dog missing wouldn't be talking to ME about finding them. They'd be talking to the police - which is what *I* wanna do, instead of going somewhere I've never been with someone I never met before. Heck, I'm better off playing in traffic than doing THAT.

  Philip Drummond : [CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE: Drummond chuckles, getting the point]  ... That's good enough for me, Sam.

  [They hug each other again]