Decades may have passed since Three’s Company graced our screens, but its laughter still echoes in our hearts.
With unforgettable characters and side-splitting misunderstandings, this classic sitcom revolutionized the genre. Now, Joyce DeWitt reveals what really made the show a timeless treasure…
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From the hilarious antics of three single roommates to the unforgettable performances of John Ritter and Suzanne Somers, Three’s Company remains a beloved staple of American television. It’s hard to believe it’s been 40 years since the series finale aired on ABC, yet its charm and humor still resonate today.
To illustrate how long ago Three’s Company became a hit, I just watched the intro. Seeing the shots from Santa Monica Pier during the show’s prime reminds me of how much has changed since they filmed there.
Sadly, neither John Ritter nor Suzanne Somers are with us anymore; both were taken from us far too soon. But keeping the spirit of Three’s Company alive is Joyce DeWitt, 75, who shares her vibrant stories and cherished memories from the beloved show.
”The most dear, precious, tender – and utterly unexpected – experiences that have come from working in ‘Three’s Company’ are the many, many adults who have told me that ‘Three’s Company’ was a safe haven they could count on during their teen years – for some, the only safe haven,” Joyce DeWitt told US Weekly.
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Starring as Janet Wood alongside John Ritter and Suzanne Somers, DeWitt became a television icon and she was such a day brightener for millions.
She appeared in 171 episodes of the show between 1976 and 1984.
“It was such a gift. I mean, it was iconic. But who would have thought it?” Joyce DeWitt told The Spec. “All we were trying to do was make people laugh. When I think about it, the show was really an attempt to do a contemporary version of a 16th-century farce. It was about silliness running wild. I mean, we were talking about serious issues at times, but that was always somewhere underneath.”
“John Ritter used to say, ‘We don’t want people to just laugh but to fall over their couch laughing,’” she added. “The real issue was always the depth of friendship and the love those characters had for each other. That’s what drew people to them.”
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After Three’s Company ended, DeWitt stepped away from the spotlight for over a decade before making her comeback to acting.
Yet, no matter what she has accomplished or plans to do in the future, the vast majority will always connect her with that iconic show. And there’s a very simple reason for that, according to DeWitt.
“It was a ‘time out’ from the oppressive, challenging, difficult circumstances they were navigating in their young lives,” DeWitt says and adds:
“And, oh by the way, they say the characters also did stupid, crazy stuff that made them laugh. But it was the love, trust and support of the characters, one to the other, that made them lifelong fans.”
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When you look at unedited photos from the Three’s Company set, the camaraderie among the cast shines through, especially in the images of Joyce DeWitt and Suzanne Somers, who played the beloved Chrissy Snow.
Both actresses delivered iconic performances, portraying young women navigating a male-dominated industry. They contributed just as much to the show’s success as John Ritter, and in those early days, their smiles in photos tell a story of friendship and collaboration.
Yet, beneath the laughter, tensions simmered. While Somers was celebrated for her role as “the dumbest blonde in America,” her fight for equal pay created rifts that would grow over time. As she demanded a 500% salary increase — from $30,000 to $150,000 — her relationship with DeWitt became strained. The set, once filled with joy, was now fraught with conflict.
Somers had always viewed the show as a business among serious actors, and she realized that her approach annoyed her co-stars.
Somers was ultimately fired but had to finish the fifth season under strange circumstances. Isolated from her castmates, she filmed her scenes through bizarre phone calls, escorted by security. The tension escalated, leading to a heartbreaking split between Somers and DeWitt.
For over 30 years, they didn’t speak, a silence that seemed hard to reconcile when you viewed their early years together.
”They painted me as she’s trying to ruin the show,” Somers said in 2020. “So, I never talked to anybody on that show ever again. Ever again.”
Some speculated that DeWitt’s rivalry contributed to Somers’ exit, but it was ultimately the salary negotiations that drove a wedge between them.
Their differing circumstances — Somers as a single mother needing financial security versus DeWitt’s focus on her craft — further complicated their relationship.
“We had very different approaches to our careers,” DeWitt said of the relationship between her and Somers following the show. “We had very different needs. I did not have a child that I was supporting on my own. I didn’t have a business head, so I didn’t understand someone who did.”
However, in a beautiful twist, the two finally reunited in February 2012 on Somers’ talk show, Breaking Through. It was clear that they had buried the hatchet.
The former co-stars shared a heartfelt hug, and their open conversation about the past offered a glimpse of healing.
DeWitt expressed her deep respect for Somers’s accomplishments, saying, “You went up against ruthlessness, and it came down, but what you’ve gone on to do is immeasurable.” This moment highlighted the strength of their journey and the power of reconciliation. The two actresses remained friends until Somers’s tragic passing in 2023.
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In the interview with US Weekly, DeWitt spoke fondly of her late co-stars, paying tribute to their lasting impact. Reflecting on Somers, who passed away from breast cancer, DeWitt described her as ”absolutely wonderful.”
She also honored Ritter, who died in 2003 during heart surgery, calling him ”a true gift.”
As we revisit the photos from Three’s Company, we are transported back to a different, happier time—one brimming with laughter, friendship, and unforgettable moments. These images from the set not only celebrate the joy the cast brought to our screens but also highlight the enduring legacy they have left behind.
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RIP John Ritter and Suzanne Somers – gone but never forgotten!
A Stranger Claimed to Be My Half-Brother, I Didn’t Believe Him Until My Mother Confessed
Living a quiet life with her son, Jasmine never expected a message from a stranger to shake her world. But when a man named Robert claimed to be her half-brother, she found herself uncovering secrets buried deep in her family’s past.
I’m a single mother of a 15-year-old boy, Ethan, and everything was going well in my life until the day I met my best friend, Ellen.
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We’ve been friends for over a decade now and there’s nothing like a night out with her to recharge me. We were at our favorite restaurant, catching up on life between mouthfuls of pasta and sips of wine, when Ellen slid her phone out of her bag.
“So,” Ellen smirked, “you’ll love this. I got a new batch of message requests on Facebook last night. Some of them are just ridiculous.”
She scrolled through her messages with a smile.
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“Oh my god, Jas, listen to this one!” She snorted. “‘Your eyes are like the ocean, and baby, I’m lost at sea.’ Who even writes these anymore?”
I nearly choked on my wine. “Please tell me that’s not from the engineer guy who sent you a friend request last week!”
“Worse! It’s some dude who claims to be a ‘cryptocurrency entrepreneur.’” Ellen made air quotes, rolling her eyes. “You should see the messages I get. Come on, check yours! I bet your inbox is full of gems too.”
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I rolled my eyes, laughing. “Please, Ellen. Who’s messaging a boring oldie like me? Half the time I can’t even figure out how to use these apps!”
“Just check your message requests!” Ellen reached across the table, grabbing my phone. “Look, you have unread messages. Come on, humor me!”
“Alright, alright,” I said with a dramatic sigh as I took my phone back. “But I’m telling you it’s just going to be spa—”
The words died in my throat as I read the most recent message.
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Hi Jasmine. I know this may sound odd to you, but I think you’re my half-sister.
“What is it?” Ellen leaned forward.
“Some guy named Robert…” I showed her the message. “Says he’s my half-brother.”
Ellen burst out laughing. “Is that supposed to be a pickup line? Because that’s a weird one!”
I tried to laugh it off. “Is this some new dating trend? Pretend you’re family to get attention?”
“Who knows?” Ellen chuckled. “Maybe he thinks being your long-lost sibling will make him irresistible.”
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We both laughed it off and finished our meals, but something about the message stuck with me. The tone didn’t have the typical goofiness of a flirty message. It felt serious.
Ellen moved on, chatting about her weekend plans, but my mind kept circling back to those words.
Half-sister? I thought and felt curious to know more about that man.
That night, after tucking Ethan in and double-checking his homework was done, I sat on my couch in the quiet of my living room.
Robert’s message pulled me back to Facebook.
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I clicked over to his profile and scrolled through his photos. He looked like he was in his late 40s, with a warm, genuine smile.
In one of the pictures, he was standing with his wife and kids. My eyes widened when I looked at his daughter.
Her eyes were just like my mother’s. The same unique shape and soft expression.
Could it be? I thought. Was this even remotely possible?
I took a deep breath and opened his message again. My fingers trembled as I typed a response.
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Hi Robert, I don’t know you, but… what are you talking about?
I hit send and stared at the message. I knew it was probably some mistake or strange coincidence, but I couldn’t push it out of my mind.
I tried to distract myself with Netflix but kept checking my phone. I couldn’t even sleep that night because my mind kept racing with questions.
What if he was telling the truth? I thought. How could that even be possible?
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The next morning, I woke up to Robert’s reply. It was a long message, and I could feel my heart pounding as I read it.
He mentioned my mother, Martha, by name, and included details of where she was born and even where she lives now. He claimed Mom had given him up for adoption soon after he was born.
It felt too specific to be random, but my inner skeptic wasn’t convinced just yet.
What if he’s just some stranger trying to scam me? I thought.
I immediately thought of talking to Ellen. I called her and she picked up like she was waiting for my call.
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“Hey, so, remember that guy, Robert?” I asked. “I, uh, I messaged him back last night.”
“You what?” Ellen was shocked. “Seriously, Jas? What did he say?”
“Seems like he’s serious about it,” I replied, pacing the living room. “He knows Mom’s name, her birth details, and even where she lives. And he told me Mom placed him for adoption soon after he was born.”
“Jas, this sounds sketchy,” Ellen said. “Ask him for more details. Like, why now? And what about his adoption? I mean, anyone could dig up basic information, but only someone who actually knows would have the adoption details, right?”
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She was right. Following her advice, I texted him back, asking specific questions about his adoption. Then, I put my phone away and tried to focus on my day.
Later that evening, I checked my phone. Robert had responded with more information about his adoption including the year, the location, and even the name of the adoption agency.
The adoption year he mentioned was three years before my mother married my dad. That timeline would actually make sense if he was telling the truth.
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However, I wasn’t ready to dive in headfirst. I messaged him back, saying I’d get back to him. Then, I spent the next two days scrolling through his profile, looking at his photos, and studying his family.
I was looking for any sign to prove this was a scam, but I didn’t find anything.
Finally, on the second night, I took a deep breath and texted him, saying I’d be willing to meet.
He responded quickly, and we arranged to meet at a small café I often visited.
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The café was quiet when I arrived early the next morning. Then Robert walked in, and I knew. His eyes looked like mine. We looked so similar.
We exchanged a nervous smile as he sat down across from me.
“Thank you for meeting me,” he said softly. “I know this is unusual.”
“How did you find me?” I asked.
That’s when Robert began his story. He shared how he’d grown up knowing he was adopted. His adoptive parents were nice to him, so he never tried looking for his birth family out of respect for them.
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But things changed two years ago when his adoptive father passed away. Then, he lost his adoptive mother eight months ago.
“I spent weeks just lost,” he said. “They were my entire world. After losing my mom, I started wondering about my biological roots. I suddenly wanted to know about my birth parents.”
He explained that he first tried getting information from the adoption agency but with no luck. He tried other avenues, but each attempt led to a dead end.
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“Taking an ancestry DNA test was the only option left,” he told me. “I was stunned when the results said I had a half-sister.”
“It was surreal,” he continued, glancing at me. “I spent two weeks just debating whether to contact you. I was worried about what it might mean for you. But eventually, I decided I had to reach out. I needed to know.”
As he spoke, my mother’s image kept flashing through my mind. Why would she keep this secret for so long? Why wouldn’t she tell me?
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Robert finished by expressing his desire to meet our mother. I told him I’d talk to her and get back to him.
The next day, I left Ethan with Ellen and drove four hours to Mom’s house. The familiar two-story colonial looked exactly the same, but everything else felt different.
Mom was tending her roses when I pulled up.
“Jasmine! What a surprise!” Her smile faded when she saw my expression. “Honey? What’s wrong?”
“We need to talk, Mom,” I said.
I told her everything once we settled in the living room.
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“Someone contacted me, Mom,” I began. “His name is Robert, and he says he’s my half-brother.”
Mom looked at me with eyes wide open and her hands started to shake.
“Is it true?” I asked quietly. “Mom, you need to tell me the truth. Please.”
She tried denying it at first. “I don’t know what you’re…”
“Mom, please stop!” I yelled. “I know everything. Just tell me the truth!”
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Tears filled her eyes as she sank onto the couch.
“I was so young when I met Daniel,” she whispered. “I thought he was my everything. He was charming, romantic, and exciting. But then…”
“Then what?”
“He had his struggles,” Mom continued. “With addiction. I thought I could help him change but he only spiraled deeper. And in the middle of it, I found out I was pregnant.”
I couldn’t believe it. I was furious.
“You had a child with a man you never told me about?” I asked.
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Mom nodded. “But I knew I couldn’t raise him. I couldn’t bring a child into that chaos.”
“So, you gave him up? And never told anyone? Not even Dad?”
“I found a couple who wanted a child, who could give him the life I couldn’t,” she continued. “I left town, started fresh, and met your dad at my new job as a cashier. He was so stable and kind. And I wanted a fresh start with him. I couldn’t tell him anything.”
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“But you could’ve told him later Mom!” I argued. “Why did you keep it a secret all these years?”
“I was ashamed, Jasmine,” she explained. “I was afraid the darkness of my past would make me lose everything.”
I sat back, trying to process it all.
All these years, I thought, she kept this buried, not even trusting me with her truth.
“What about Ethan?” I asked. “What would he think?”
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“Jasmine, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she held my hand. “I kept this from you because I thought I could spare you the pain. And once it was buried, I was terrified to dig it up again.”
I noticed the guilt etched on Mom’s face as she spoke. My anger slowly started to fade as I realized she had been carrying this along for too long.
She admitted that she’d never tried to reconnect with Robert because she felt she had no right. She feared disrupting his life, thinking it would only confuse and hurt him.
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She also told me she visited different adoption agencies on special days like Robert’s birthday, Children’s Day, and other special occasions when I wasn’t around.
She offered emotional support to birth mothers considering adoption. It was her way of remembering him, and of processing the pain she’d buried.
“I didn’t know,” I murmured as tears trickled down my cheeks. “You never told me.”
“I didn’t want you to see this side of me,” she sobbed. “But I’ve been haunted by it every day.”
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In that moment, my heart broke for her, and for everything she’d carried alone. I wrapped my arms around her as she cried.
I couldn’t believe my mom had pretended to be okay for decades after losing a baby. She had made a painful sacrifice for all of us.
I needed a day to process everything before I decided what to do next.
The next day, I called Robert and told him I’d spoken to our mother.
“You think I should meet her?” he asked. “I mean… it’s going to be emotional.”
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“Take your time,” I replied. “Think about it.”
Later, that evening, I sat down with Ethan. He was only fifteen, but he deserved to know the truth about his new uncle. I wasn’t sure how he’d take it, so I tried to keep things as simple as possible.
“Hey buddy, there’s something you need to know about our family…” I said.
I explained everything and felt so surprised to see how calmly he handled everything.
Three days later, Robert agreed to meet Mom. We chose a quiet park for the meeting.
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The initial moments were awkward. Mom’s guilt made her hesitant to even call herself Robert’s mother. Meanwhile, Robert stood back, uncertain about his decision.
But the tension began to ease as they talked.
“Robert, I’m… so sorry.” Mom looked down at her hands. “I know I hurt you by giving you up and by keeping you in the dark for so long. I thought… I thought it was the right thing to do at the time.”
Robert took a deep breath.
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“I don’t know if I can say I understand, but, uh, I’m glad I know the truth now.” He paused, the weight of his own words settling in. “Thank you for meeting me.”
They talked for a while before it was time to say goodbye. I almost cried when I saw them hug. They held each other for the first time after decades and the relief on their faces was evident.
Driving home, Mom reached over and squeezed my hand.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “For understanding. For helping me find closure. And… for forgiving me.”
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I smiled at her.
“I love you, Mom,” I said. “And I’ll always be there for you.”
Life isn’t simple anymore. But maybe it’s better this way. It’s messier, and more complicated, but it’s more real.
I’m just happy our family is finally complete now.
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