7th Heaven

Season 3 Episode 4

The Legacy

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Aired Sunday 8:00 PM Oct 12, 1998 on The CW
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Simon sees his teacher push a man who was screaming at his son. He then feels guilty when he learns his teacher got fired. Annie takes piano lessons as her "pregnancy project." Meanwhile, Matt makes a move on one of his college teachers. It turns out he misunderstood her signals. Mary and her friends skip a boring class and get caught. Also, Lucy forgets her lunch in geometry class and finds her teacher eating it --- two days in a row. She and her friend Shelby then learn a good geometry lesson. Lastly, Ruthie has trouble finding the perfect instrument for music class.moreless

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    Michael Tomlinson

    Michael Tomlinson

    Mr. Robert Lane

    Guest Star

    Randy Oglesby

    Randy Oglesby

    Carl Huff

    Guest Star

    Penny Peyser

    Penny Peyser

    Dr. LaRoe

    Guest Star

    Yunoka Doyle

    Yunoka Doyle

    Cheryl

    Recurring Role

    Alicia Leigh Willis

    Alicia Leigh Willis

    Corey Conway

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    • TRIVIA (2)

      • It cuts to Lucy during the day at school and then it shows Matt at the pool hall during the night. Right after that it cuts back to the day out in the Camden front yard on the same day.

      • In "Anything You Want", Annie says her pregnancy projects were, electrical and plumbing with Mary, and ethnic cooking with Simon. In "The Legacy", Annie says her pregnancy projects were just plumbing with Mary and electricity with Lucy. Eric had thought that it was electrical with Mary and plumbing with Lucy, and Annie specifically told him the opposite.

    • QUOTES (18)

      • Mary: Okay, I just came down to say I'm sorry.
        Annie: For skipping class, or getting caught, or causing me to come and get you in the Principal's office so that your teacher can tell me that for some reason my sixteen year-old daughter can't seem to find her way to class?
        Mary: Yes. Mom, Mrs. McKee just reads aloud every day and it's boring. Besides, I can read the book by myself.
        Annie: So have you?
        Mary: What?
        Annie: Read the book?
        Mary: Well, some of it, but I can't get in to it. And besides, like I said, Mrs. McKee reads the thing aloud in class every day.
        Annie: Yes, but you'd have to actually be in class to hear it and benefit from it. You see where I'm going with this?
        Mary: Yes.
        Annie: See, if my kid can't "get" anything, not even the tiniest little morsel, from a classic novel about societal mores, shame, scorn and ostracism, then I look to my kid. Not the teacher, not Nathaniel Hawthorne, but my kid. Of course, now that I know my kid has read and/or heard very few of those actual words, I feel better. Or a different kind of worse, I'm not sure.

      • Lucy: Do you mind? I'm I the zone here.
        Mary: The geometry zone? I thought you saw no use for geometry in your life.
        Lucy: It might help me save my lunch.
        Mary: So would not leaving class.
        Lucy: I haven't met the FDA's daily nutritional recommendations one day this week. Do you really think it's a good time to get in my face with details? Don't you have a lifetime grounding to get to?
        Mary: Mom and Dad haven't grounded me.
        Lucy: Yet. All right. I'm only going through this once. Mom and Dad have strict rules for us. That's the "definition" of Mom and Dad. One of their rules is no cutting school. That's a "given." In the past, Mom and Dad have grounded you a week for hogging the phone, two weeks for being late for class, and a month for being late for your curfew. Givens all. Therefore, because you cut a class, we can conclude that you will never again feel the sunlight on your face.
        Mary: You're scaring me.
        Lucy: I'm scaring myself, sister.

      • Eric: How's the new pregnancy project working out?
        Annie: Perfectly. You were right. I feel more entered and balanced since I found my new project groove.
        Eric: I'm thrilled that Josh has made you feel better. So where are the kids?
        Annie: Chained somewhere upstairs. You know, all my pregnancy projects made me feel better, Josh is just my teacher.
        Eric: Uh huh.
        Annie: What?
        Eric: You dress up, you put on a little makeup, you get ready early. It's got nothing to do with Josh?
        Annie: No. As a matter of fact, it has to do with me.
        Eric: Sure, sure. But let's face it. Josh is a great looking guy. You know, if you wanted to flirt with him and have him flirt with you a little, I wouldn't blame you.
        Annie: I can't believe you're saying this. I'm a happily married woman with five children who's a big as all outdoors because I'm having twins by the man I love more than life.
        Eric: (to himself) I love the sentimental stage.

      • Ruthie: I need to take five. Music is exhausting. The thing is, the sax used to speak to me, but now it's done talking, and that doesn't make me happy. Have you heard anything about the oboe?
        Simon: Not yet.
        Ruthie: You should get a pierced ear, Simon. It would look really boss. Well, it's still America and I can get another slammin' instrument and just riff on it to my heart's content.
        Simon: Sure, because the week hasn't been bad enough.

      • Mrs. Reese: I'm sorry, Lucy. I didn't know if you'd remember to come back again today.
        Lucy: No, I'm sorry. I didn't know you'd start on my lunch again today.
        Mrs. Reese: You should have. It's called a "given". You see, this situation isn't all that different from a geometry proof. Why Mrs. Reese eats my lunch...your lunch is something to be eaten. That's the definition of lunch. Your lunch is in here to be eaten because you leave it in here. That is a "given". I don't want it to sit and rot, etc. That is also a "given". So what conclusion can we draw from this?
        Lucy: That is my lunch is left in here, you're going to eat it unless I get back here before you do?
        Mrs. Reese: Exactly right. Which route did you take to get back here?
        Lucy: The south hallway.
        Mrs. Reese: Okay, "G" that's our geometry room. And "F" that's you...famished. If you draw an imaginary line from here to here.
        Lucy: It's a right triangle.
        Mrs. Reese: And how could you have gotten to "G" quicker?
        Lucy: By going from here to here?
        Reese: Yep. You bisect the angle to the midpoint on the hypotenuse.
        Lucy: So, can I have whatever's left of my lunch?
        (there's nothing left)
        Reese: I had a light, light breakfast.

      • Lucy: Oh no.
        Shelby: Not again. How could you leave your lunch in Geometry class again?
        Lucy: I don't know. Because I love a frenzied sweaty hallway sprint before lunch? Where's the straightest line from here to our Geometry room?
        Shelby: I don't know.
        Lucy: You really gotta start paying more attention in class.

      • Ruthie: That one.
        Mr. Kelly: The sax? Cool. It's the biggest instrument we've got left, and you'll be the only girl in the band riffing on it.
        Ruthie: It speaks to me.
        Mr. Kelly: That's what all the really hip gig musicians say, their instrument speaks to them. Remember the most important thing about music, find out what makes you happy and get down with it.
        Ruthie: Boss, man.
        Mr. Kelly: You said it.

      • Corey: We're not going to Mrs. McKee's class, are we? Please say no.
        Cheryl: We've got the big game tomorrow and I, for one, could use a break.
        Corey: It's not like Mrs. McKee will ever miss us.
        Mary: Okay. Let's go...nothing to it.
        (later)
        Mrs. McKee: Oh, girls, good. You're all right. I missed you in class today.

      • Annie: What?
        Eric: Nothing. Well, I mean, you look great.
        Annie: Oh, I just gave my face a couple swipes with the washcloth, put on a little lipstick and some blush. I must be looking wonderful lately if that's all it takes to get "great".
        Eric: I just thought maybe you were going somewhere.
        Annie: I am. To the living room. I have my piano lesson today.
        Eric: Ah. What time's Josh coming?
        Annie: Any time now.
        Eric: And you don't want to be late.
        Annie: Of course not. We're paying him by the hour, and I don't want to waste our money or his time. Of course, there probably won't be enough room for both of us on the piano bench and I won't be able to get close enough to the keyboard to actually touch the keys, but someone in this house thinks that I'll feel better once I get my pregnancy project underway.
        Eric: Guilty.

      • Eric: So she asked what you were doing while you were kissing her?
        Matt: There was still lip-to-lip contact. Yes.
        Eric: Yikes!
        Matt: I misread the signals.

      • Dr. LaRoe: Thanks for walking me out to my car, Matt.
        Matt: It was my pleasure and the only smart way to go at night.
        Dr. LaRoe: I hope I didn't keep you from getting too much studying done.
        Matt: Nah, I needed a break.
        Dr. LaRoe: (while they're kissing) What are you doing?

      • Simon: Are you okay?
        Ruthie: Oh yeah. Just when I was about to nail a groove, blowing on that flute made me light-headed.
        Simon: Do you want me to get Mom or Dad?
        Ruthie: Nah, I'm just a little dizzy and I don't mind it. See, for the flute, you have to breathe and blow in a certain way, and man, that gets you in the head. What a train wreck.
        Simon: What happened to your trumpet?
        Ruthie: Did you know the trumpet has a spit valve?
        Simon: Yeah.
        Ruthie: I didn't. It's not for me. Besides, Lucy took it from me.
        Simon: Maybe you should think about choosing a different instrument. I mean, even if you get real good at the flute, how much fun will it be if you get dizzy and pass out all the time?
        Ruthie: When you're right, you're right, and you sir, are right.
        Simon: Really?
        Ruthie: Yeah. I just picked the flute because it came with the cutest little case.
        Simon: Most instruments come with a case.
        Ruthie: A cute one?
        Simon: Darling.
        Ruthie: That settles it then. I'll just go to band class tomorrow and pick out something else.
        Simon: Good idea. You'll be hitting you licks on another instrument before you know it.
        Ruthie: I had no idea you could speak musician.
        Simon: There was a time way back when I flirted with the wood winds myself.
        Ruthie: Oh Simon, you're the bomb.
        Simon: Yeah, I wish it were as simple as that.

      • Lucy: Oh, sorry to interrupt. I just let my lunch in here. Is that my lunch?
        Mrs. Reese: I'm sorry, Lucy. I didn't know you'd be back.
        Lucy: You ate my lunch?
        Mrs. Reese: Well, I figured if you were coming back for it, you'd've been here sooner.
        Lucy: It's a long hallway. A long windy hallway filled with obstacles that walk and shove and get in your way on their way to eating their own lunches.
        Mrs. Reese: What's the shortest distance between two points? A straight line. You know, if you applied what we talked about in class, you might've gotten back here quicker and saved your lunch.
        Lucy: I just don't understand Geometry. I can't do that kind of thinking. I don't have that side of the brain or something.
        Mrs. Reese: Really? Because it looks like you're not all that interested in Geometry and aren't really giving it your best shot.
        Lucy: It's hard to be interested in something you know you'll never use. I mean, never get.

      • Mrs. McKee: "Goodwives," said a hard-featured dame of fifty, "I'll tell ye a piece of my mind. It would be greatly for the public behoof if we women, being of a mature age and church-members in good repute, should have the handling of such malefactresses as this Hester Prynne. What think ye, gossips? If the hussy stood up for judgment before us five, that are now here in a knot together, would she come off with such a sentence as the worshipful magistrates have awarded? Marry, I trow not!"
        Cheryl: Excuse me. Mrs. McKee, that was the bell.
        Mrs.McKee: Oh, of course. Have a lovely day, and think about Dimsdale and our poor Hester.

      • Mary: You know, it feels like you blew spit all over the back of my head.
        Ruthie: I'm just getting my chops down. And it's your hair gel.
        Mary: I don't use hair gel. But someone has been getting their chops down ever since we left the house, so I'm a little edgy.
        Eric: A little...touchy.
        Ruthie: Grouchy. And it's not my fault. I'm a slave to the muse.
        Mary: You don't even know what that means. You just heard it somewhere.
        Ruthie: For your information, muse is short for music. It's musician talk. And you are so L-7.
        Mary: What?
        Ruthie: Put an L and a 7 next to each other, what do they make?
        Mary: A square? You called me a square.
        Ruthie: Dig it, hip cat.
        Eric: I think it's "hep." Hep cat...sorry. It's just that I'm a musician myself. And it's "hep" cat. Definitely "hep."

      • Lucy: She ate it. I accidentally left my lunch in class and Mrs. Reese ate it. My lunch. All of it…practically. And to add insult to injury, she said that if I'd applied the Geometry stuff we learned in class that I might've made it back to the room in time to save my lunch.
        Annie: Is there any truth in that?
        Lucy: How would I know? I don't know any Geometry.
        Annie: Does that mean you want Mary or Matt to help you with your Geometry?
        Lucy: No, I want you to call Mrs. Reese and tell her to stop eating my lunch.
        Annie: If it continues, I will. And it is possible that today was just a weird day. And I don't want to upset you in your weakened and starving condition, but maybe you should take a stab at learning Geometry.
        Lucy: Why? I don't get it, I'll never get it, and I don't see how it will ever help me in my life to get it.
        Annie: It might help you save your lunch.

      • Eric: I like it. No, really, really. No, wait. Now listen, listen. C'mon, it's like this with every pregnancy project. How many lights, ceiling fans, toaster ovens, did we go through when you were pregnant with Mary and learning electric? And how about plumbing with Lucy? We were the only house on the block with an undertow in the basement. But you know, you mastered those pregnancy projects and you'll get this one, too. It'll just take some time.
        Annie: Mary was plumbing, Lucy was electric. I'll tell you what the problem is.
        Eric: Me?
        Annie: The problem is, I'm as big as Shamu and can't get close enough to the shrubs to cut them properly, even if I knew how too. Which I don't, obviously.
        Eric: I think you're beautiful.

      • Annie: Is it too much to ask that the twins and I can share a special experience during the last few months when it's just the 3 of us?
        Eric: No. I'm not in the sharing anywhere, am I?
        Annie: You've shared plenty Mr.
        Mary: Well Ms. McKee could have suspended us for a day!
        Annie: No, no, no. You see I'm with her on that! It doesn't make sense that the punishment of not coming to class is being suspended from more classes! Of course that fact that you're more concerned with the punishment than the crime tells me something. You know what it tells me?!
        Mary: What?
        Annie: My kid is a winnie!
        Mary: But we're suspended from the 1st game of the season.
        Annie: See, that's a winnie thing to say in light of this conversation!
        Mary: I'm grounded for life, aren't I?
        Annie: That's a given.
        Matt: Are you mad?
        Eric: No. I know your mother loves me. I know she doesn't like the way she looks during every pregnancy and after 5 of them, I finally found the answer, Josh. You see, if I say that she's beautiful, your mom dismisses it because she thinks I'm byassed, but if Josh, a handsome young acquaintance thinks she's beautiful, it must be true.
        Matt: Nice work.
        Eric: We learn. We cope. We learn to cope.

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