American Dad! (2005–…): Season 17, Episode 2 - Dressed Down - full transcript
Stan is ashamed to wear casual clothes at a company barbecue.
Anyone wanna see
if I can swallow
this hard-boiled egg
without chewing?
- Oh, all right.
- Yeah, sure. Why not?
Wait, Jeff!
Don't eat that egg!
I just read a shocking expose
in the Langley Alt weekly
about gentle goodness valley,
Our brand of supposedly
"cruelty-free" eggs.
Apparently they're not all
they're cracked up to be.
Turns out they've been punching
the chickens left and right,
just like
at the big corporate farms.
Well, who's so high
and mighty now?
Ready to switch
to my brand?
Never!
Hey, some people keep chickens
in their backyard
and get their eggs
that way.
- Jeff and I could do that.
- Ha! You bozos?
That'll be the day.
Yes, mom,
that "ull" be the day.
This time next week,
we'll be eating an omelette
made of our very own
homegrown eggs, bet on it.
Silence!
The time draws near
for the...
Mail!
♪ Check out whatchya got now ♪
♪ Getchya postcards,
birthday cards ♪
♪ eBay-ordered slot cars ♪
Mail!
♪ A-get it while
it's hot now ♪
♪ If a letter makes ya wetter
than a better Eddie vedder ♪
♪ It's ma-a-a-a-il! ♪
Yes, the mail.
With each letter, the promise
of a thrilling new adventure.
Let's see.
Inherited a haunted
amusement park,
S.O.S.
From mind quad.
Yeah, these are
all big-time duds.
Maybe I'll check
my e-mail.
Party time! Excellent!
Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo!
Everybody, quick!
Shut up!
I've been invited to a party
at bullock's house.
Jim j. Bullock?
Holy moly!
No. Avery bullock,
my boss. Still very cool.
A chance to impress bullock
in a non-work setting
could be huge for me at
my non-non-work setting... work.
Want me to come along
and be your wingman?
Help you really wow him?
A kind offer, Roger,
but my answer is a harsh
and emphatic "no".
I have every confidence
I'll knock his socks off
all on my own
at this b-b-b-b-b-barbecue?
Summer casual?
Mornin', Smiths!
♪ Good morning, U.S.A. ♪
♪ I got a feelin' that
it's gonna be a wonderful day ♪
♪ The sun in the sky has
a smile on his face ♪
♪ And he's shinin' a salute
to the American race ♪
♪ Oh, boy, it's swell to say ♪
♪ Good... ♪
♪ Good morning, U.S.A. ♪
Aah!
♪ Good morning, U.S.A. ♪
*AMERICAN DAD!*
*AMERICAN DAD! (2005)*
Season 17 Episode 02 (IMDB)
Episode Title: "Dressed Down"
Aired on: January 31, 2022.
Well,
what do you think?
- Looks great.
- Looks awesome.
Perfect bbq outfit!
- It's horrible!
- It's shit! Next!
- It's nice.
- It slaps!
- It sucks!
- It blows!
- I look like an idiot!
- A fool!
It's terrible!
Hated it!
- Stupid!
- Get it outta here, Francine!
Yes.
Baller as hell.
Done.
It makes my shoulders
look weird!
Like a monster's shoulders!
For the love of god,
How the hell am I ever supposed
to do any work in this house?!
Ugh!
Stan, I'm confused.
You've worn
casual clothes before.
But I've never felt comfortable
in them.
I get so self-conscious
about my pointy ankles,
- Gentleman's fupa, and big weird...
- Chin.
...knees that wrinkle up and
look like the grumpy old men
When I stand.
My body was built
for suits.
It's the only thing
I feel confident in.
Screw it, I'm gonna wear a suit
to the barbecue.
Better to be overdressed
than underdressed, right?
Hundred percent.
But I don't know...
Summer, summer,
summerti-I-me!
Duper, hooper...
What's shakin'...
My babies?
Geez, Stan.
Isn't it a little hot for...
Is this corduroy?
Smith,
glad you're here,
Because I've got your most
important mission ever...
Manning the grill!
Raw meat...
So cold...
Feels... Good...
Smith?
Are you all right?
'Eyyyyyy.
Oh, my god,
look at his fupa!
And then Duper said:
"oh, my god. Look at his fupa!"
I made a fool of myself!
And the worst part
is Gooper's having
another barbecue
this Saturday.
You work with a Gooper?
Yeah, he sits over
by the printer,
with hooper, booper
and ozymandias.
Stan, I'm about to lay
some hard,
earth-shattering truth
on you.
You should
probably lie down.
Things are about to get
crazy real for you.
I'll light some candles
and put on some Enya.
Your suit is like armor
for you, Stan.
It gives you confidence,
but it's a false confidence
that makes you uptight
and overbearing.
You need to find true,
easy confidence,
- but the suit won't let you.
- Whoa.
This isn't really Enya,
by the way.
It's just Enya-like.
Whoa.
What you need is a line
of custom casual-wear
that you'll finally feel
truly comfortable in,
tailored specifically
to the contours
of your strange
and challenging body.
And... you'd do that for me?
- Absolutely!
It'd actually be a nice chance
for US to do a little bonding.
Crafting bespoke clothing
- is a deeply intimate process.
- I don't know.
Sometimes when
we do things like this
you can get a bit...
Selfless?
Guilty as charged.
I ask absolutely nothing
in return.
I'll just have to dust off my
old-fashion designer persona...
Huh. No dust.
Hold on a sec.
Sir Jennings cockburn,
fashion titan
of post-war London!
Don't breathe that in,
Stan.
It's asbestos.
Good morning,
my seamstresses.
Imelda, Agnes, Vera, Gooper.
I have a Gooper, too.
Martha.
Martha's the one
I'm sleeping with.
I always put secret, deeply
meaningful little messages
in the lining
of all my garments.
When you picture yourself
free of that suit,
what do you see?
Mm. I'm...
Playful.
A goof.
A goose.
A silly goose?
Yes, but also...
Unbound by rules
and conventions.
Rebellious.
A bad boy.
But still light.
Still playful.
A bad goose.
And now,
the moment of truth.
And how do you feel?
Lighter than air!
Roger, how can I
ever thank you?
I told you, I ask
for nothing in return.
Now go, you're late for your
next barbecue as it is!
But there must be
something... tell you what.
If you have
a good time today,
Maybe swing by for a celebratory
Sherry, how about that?
Now run along, my goose!
Aah!
My watermelon!
- Surprised?
- Aah!
Looks like US "bozos" might see
this thing through after all.
So where'd you bozos get all
these chickens anyway?
Dicks with chicks,
the local chicken hatchery
Owned by brothers
Larry and Randall dick.
And how many eggs
have you gotten?
None yet.
The chickens turned out
to be a bit more...
Aggressive than expected.
But we're making great progress
with the little ladies.
The trick is to never
show them any fear.
Aah! Devil bird!
Well, they're crapping
all over the place,
So you can't keep them
in the yard.
Ready to give up yet?
- Yes!
- Not a chance.
I think we can
make this work.
Yeah, I'm just kinda doing
the couch potato thing tonight,
watching "hostel 2"
with Martha.
Mm!
Dad?
How was the barbecue?
It was absolutely...
Divine!
Oh, Steve,
you should've seen me.
I was so easy and fun
and free!
Yo, Stan, where ya
want this puppy?
Me and the guys had such
a good time
we decided to keep it going
with a little after-barbecue.
To the back yard, boys!
- Stan!
- Stan!
Stan! Stan! Stan!
Well, Roger will be pleased.
Wait!
There was something special
I was gonna do
if I had a good time today.
A celebratory
cannonball!
Aah!
Rogu, I'm the only thing
not burning.
Smith, what's the meaning
of this?
This is a
non-non-work setting!
Shall we brush up on
the agency dress code?
How 'bout we don't
and say we did?
What a cool thing
to say!
But what if it came
from the twisted mind of...
The tickle monster!
Smith,
I'm loving the new you.
Truly, Amber is the color
of your energy.
Boop!
Instant promotion!
Uh, what's this now?
"E equals mc squared
and gettysburg address in 1776."
Sounds like a bunch
of bullshit to me.
Da-aaaad!
Wouldn't you rather be
playing this...
PlayStation 5?!
Hot piggly hog!
Boop!
Where's my boop?
Oh, you'll get
your boop, m'lady.
Roger?
Is that you, my goose?
What's wrong?
I'm in the doldrums,
Stan.
Deep doldrums.
The double-d's.
Every time I achieve
a great creative peak,
It's followed
by a depressive rut.
And you, in my time
of greatest emotional need,
abandon me to run off
with your new friends,
Jackson, and Duper, and Francine.
This is why I knew
I shouldn't have done this.
You always get so
possessive and clingy.
I'll cling to you for that remark!
I do you an unsolicited favor,
asking for nothing in return,
and this is
how you return the favor?
You are a bad friend.
If it helps, it's your clothes
that have given me
this new lease on life!
My relationships
have improved,
I'm boopin' people
like crazy,
And my knees
have never looked better!
Well, I don't know if I can keep
making them for you,
being treated like this.
And you're notoriously hard
on your clothes, Stan.
Look, they're already
starting to fray.
But I guess you can always
just go back to your suit.
No, I'm happy now.
I can't go back
to the old me!
Okay, listen,
anytime you need me, just call,
and I'll be there.
I promise.
♪ I'll never let you go ♪
♪ I'll never let you go ♪
♪ I'll never let you go ♪
I had an intercom
system installed
So you could hear me
moan more easily.
♪ I'll never let you go ♪
♪ I'll never let you go ♪
I can't keep living
like this.
Listen, Roger, instead of
constantly moping in your attic,
why don't you come out with me
and my friends sometime?
I'll have to think
about it.
Okay.
Words with friends Is
really gonna sing on this baby.
Aah!
Dammit! Why the hell are you
lying in the hallway?!
Shhhh!
The chickens took over our room.
Aah!
Hayley, why don't you
just give up
and admit
you couldn't pull it off?
The only thing I'm admitting
is an omelette,
into my mouth and stomach,
this time next Tuesday.
Fine, but why don't you go sleep
in Jeff's Van till then?
Chickens got the Van.
Should we pull 'em over?
What is it with you
and chickens?
Chicken
killed my parents.
Me too.
But I don't let it rule
my life, man.
So, sir Jennings, Stan tells US
you design clothes.
That's awesome.
What's that like?
Uh, I don't know man.
It's fine.
So, h-how do you come up
with the designs?
Let's see, I...
Think of the idea
for the clothes,
then I make the clothes,
and then the clothes are done.
Do we have a waitress,
or...?
What is your problem?
These guys all suck,
Stan.
Let's get outta here,
get back to just you and me.
No! Dammit, it's like
the only way you're happy
is if you've got me
all to yourself.
If you're not having a good
time, you're welcome to leave.
Fine. I'll just be
taking my clothes
that you're wearing
and be on my way then.
See ya later, guys.
I had I'd say about seven
tecates, so here's four dollars.
Okay, here's what you do.
Steal Roger's
bad goose designs,
get to my boy Gooper
at foot locker.
Then he can make
your clothes for you.
Hmmm...
Roger,
I owe you an apology.
You've done so much
for me
and received nothing
from me in return.
Well, I want to fix that
right now.
Whatever you think
is fair.
Any number, just say it
and it's yours.
You...
would make this
all about money?!
How dare you?!
You don't deserve
my clothes!
Roger, no!
Sorry, Stan,
but your bad goose...
Is cooked!
Hey, Martha,
did ya hear that?
Martha?
Stan, have you seen
Martha move at all
since you got here?
Okay. Okay.
Okay, I'm like...
She was definitely alive
last night
when we started
having sex
Because I remember I farted
and she laughed.
That's the kind
of relationship we...
Oh, thank god.
Who needs Roger and his
stupid clothes anyway, right?
Not you, that's for sure.
I mean, it's not like his
clothes were magic or anything.
Probably not...
One of these
store-bought brands
is bound to work just
as well for me. No doubt.
Okay, I think this
could work. Totally.
For a swamp monster!
From planet ugly!
It's a disaster!
Okay.
Fake it 'til ya make it.
You got this.
Smith, are you okay?
I'm sure as
Doing better than you,
you ugly old piece of shit.
That ribbing
wasn't good-natured!
Here comes the boop!
Stan, what's going on?
Uh, easy breezy fun?
Tickle time!
Ow! Stan, stop. Please.
You're Hurting...
Whoa!
Ow!
Smith!
Take the rest of the week off
and don't come back
until you've gotten
your act together.
It wasn't easy,
but we finally managed
to get some eggs outta them
feathery little mother-cluckers.
Not this one, though.
I've been digging my finger
all the way up its egg-hole
all day.
Bupkis.
Jeff, that's a rooster.
Well, whatever her name is,
now she won't leave me alone.
Ugh! Fetus.
Well, I guess that's gonna
happen every once in a while.
Fetus.
Fetus.
Fetus.
Two fetuses. Fetus.
Snake. Fetus.
Uh-oh.
It's omelette time.
Mmm...
Now that's what I call...
Aah!
I don't even like eggs!
You oughta be ashamed
of yourself!
I know.
But for what, exactly?
Stan was happy.
And it was your clothes
that made him that way.
But you just couldn't stand
having to share him,
so you crushed him.
You...
Are a bad friend.
He's right, Mr. Cockburn.
You did your mate a bad turn.
Just look at the poor bloke.
Oh, you're right, Klaus!
It's all my fault.
But, Martha, this is really
none of your business.
I've been so selfish!
How can I make it right?
I can't make any more
bad goose clothes for him.
All my seamstresses have
taken positions at big dog.
It wouldn't matter anyway.
Bullock reinstated
the old dress code at the CIA.
Stan'll be trudging back to work
first thing in the morning
in that soul-crushing
monkey suit.
Hmm,
now, theoretically I could
tailor Stan a custom suit
so comfortable
that it feels
like bad goose sportswear.
But I'd have to, what,
do it all by myself?
In one night?
"Kimpossible!"
But he's your friend...
So I have to try.
Martha, bring around
the festiva.
We're going to
the all-night Jo-Ann fabrics!
Well, Stan...
How does your new suit look?
It's a clothes version
of the holocaust.
You don't like it.
I can tell.
Okay, Stan, confession time.
I never knew
how to make clothes.
Everything I gave you was
Amazon basics.
And the bad goose designs?
EBay-ordered iron-ons.
But do you realize
what this means?
You didn't get your easy
confidence from my clothes.
It was inside you
all along.
That's right, Stan.
This is a mother
Dumbo-type deal.
Okay, whatever Roger.
I'm late for work.
Sorry, here,
One of your old suits.
So you never even knew
how to make clothes...
Wrong, Klaus.
I lied to Stan.
I do know how
to make clothes.
But I wanted him to feel easy
and free in anything he wears.
So, who's
the bad friend now?
I dunno.
You, probably?
See ya later, Roger.
I lied to Klaus, Martha.
As you well know, I do not know
how to make clothes.
I lied to Martha, Steve,
I actually do know
how to make clothes.
Okay, do you or do you not
know how to make clothes?
I don't know...
Smith.
How do you feel?
That depends...
Which part of me you thinking
about feeling?
Amber alert!
Energy color, that is.
What gives?
I don't know,
I guess I'm just...
Feeling a bit more comfortable
in my own skin.
Sync corrections by srjanapala
Bye-bye! See you soon!
if I can swallow
this hard-boiled egg
without chewing?
- Oh, all right.
- Yeah, sure. Why not?
Wait, Jeff!
Don't eat that egg!
I just read a shocking expose
in the Langley Alt weekly
about gentle goodness valley,
Our brand of supposedly
"cruelty-free" eggs.
Apparently they're not all
they're cracked up to be.
Turns out they've been punching
the chickens left and right,
just like
at the big corporate farms.
Well, who's so high
and mighty now?
Ready to switch
to my brand?
Never!
Hey, some people keep chickens
in their backyard
and get their eggs
that way.
- Jeff and I could do that.
- Ha! You bozos?
That'll be the day.
Yes, mom,
that "ull" be the day.
This time next week,
we'll be eating an omelette
made of our very own
homegrown eggs, bet on it.
Silence!
The time draws near
for the...
Mail!
♪ Check out whatchya got now ♪
♪ Getchya postcards,
birthday cards ♪
♪ eBay-ordered slot cars ♪
Mail!
♪ A-get it while
it's hot now ♪
♪ If a letter makes ya wetter
than a better Eddie vedder ♪
♪ It's ma-a-a-a-il! ♪
Yes, the mail.
With each letter, the promise
of a thrilling new adventure.
Let's see.
Inherited a haunted
amusement park,
S.O.S.
From mind quad.
Yeah, these are
all big-time duds.
Maybe I'll check
my e-mail.
Party time! Excellent!
Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo!
Everybody, quick!
Shut up!
I've been invited to a party
at bullock's house.
Jim j. Bullock?
Holy moly!
No. Avery bullock,
my boss. Still very cool.
A chance to impress bullock
in a non-work setting
could be huge for me at
my non-non-work setting... work.
Want me to come along
and be your wingman?
Help you really wow him?
A kind offer, Roger,
but my answer is a harsh
and emphatic "no".
I have every confidence
I'll knock his socks off
all on my own
at this b-b-b-b-b-barbecue?
Summer casual?
Mornin', Smiths!
♪ Good morning, U.S.A. ♪
♪ I got a feelin' that
it's gonna be a wonderful day ♪
♪ The sun in the sky has
a smile on his face ♪
♪ And he's shinin' a salute
to the American race ♪
♪ Oh, boy, it's swell to say ♪
♪ Good... ♪
♪ Good morning, U.S.A. ♪
Aah!
♪ Good morning, U.S.A. ♪
*AMERICAN DAD!*
*AMERICAN DAD! (2005)*
Season 17 Episode 02 (IMDB)
Episode Title: "Dressed Down"
Aired on: January 31, 2022.
Well,
what do you think?
- Looks great.
- Looks awesome.
Perfect bbq outfit!
- It's horrible!
- It's shit! Next!
- It's nice.
- It slaps!
- It sucks!
- It blows!
- I look like an idiot!
- A fool!
It's terrible!
Hated it!
- Stupid!
- Get it outta here, Francine!
Yes.
Baller as hell.
Done.
It makes my shoulders
look weird!
Like a monster's shoulders!
For the love of god,
How the hell am I ever supposed
to do any work in this house?!
Ugh!
Stan, I'm confused.
You've worn
casual clothes before.
But I've never felt comfortable
in them.
I get so self-conscious
about my pointy ankles,
- Gentleman's fupa, and big weird...
- Chin.
...knees that wrinkle up and
look like the grumpy old men
When I stand.
My body was built
for suits.
It's the only thing
I feel confident in.
Screw it, I'm gonna wear a suit
to the barbecue.
Better to be overdressed
than underdressed, right?
Hundred percent.
But I don't know...
Summer, summer,
summerti-I-me!
Duper, hooper...
What's shakin'...
My babies?
Geez, Stan.
Isn't it a little hot for...
Is this corduroy?
Smith,
glad you're here,
Because I've got your most
important mission ever...
Manning the grill!
Raw meat...
So cold...
Feels... Good...
Smith?
Are you all right?
'Eyyyyyy.
Oh, my god,
look at his fupa!
And then Duper said:
"oh, my god. Look at his fupa!"
I made a fool of myself!
And the worst part
is Gooper's having
another barbecue
this Saturday.
You work with a Gooper?
Yeah, he sits over
by the printer,
with hooper, booper
and ozymandias.
Stan, I'm about to lay
some hard,
earth-shattering truth
on you.
You should
probably lie down.
Things are about to get
crazy real for you.
I'll light some candles
and put on some Enya.
Your suit is like armor
for you, Stan.
It gives you confidence,
but it's a false confidence
that makes you uptight
and overbearing.
You need to find true,
easy confidence,
- but the suit won't let you.
- Whoa.
This isn't really Enya,
by the way.
It's just Enya-like.
Whoa.
What you need is a line
of custom casual-wear
that you'll finally feel
truly comfortable in,
tailored specifically
to the contours
of your strange
and challenging body.
And... you'd do that for me?
- Absolutely!
It'd actually be a nice chance
for US to do a little bonding.
Crafting bespoke clothing
- is a deeply intimate process.
- I don't know.
Sometimes when
we do things like this
you can get a bit...
Selfless?
Guilty as charged.
I ask absolutely nothing
in return.
I'll just have to dust off my
old-fashion designer persona...
Huh. No dust.
Hold on a sec.
Sir Jennings cockburn,
fashion titan
of post-war London!
Don't breathe that in,
Stan.
It's asbestos.
Good morning,
my seamstresses.
Imelda, Agnes, Vera, Gooper.
I have a Gooper, too.
Martha.
Martha's the one
I'm sleeping with.
I always put secret, deeply
meaningful little messages
in the lining
of all my garments.
When you picture yourself
free of that suit,
what do you see?
Mm. I'm...
Playful.
A goof.
A goose.
A silly goose?
Yes, but also...
Unbound by rules
and conventions.
Rebellious.
A bad boy.
But still light.
Still playful.
A bad goose.
And now,
the moment of truth.
And how do you feel?
Lighter than air!
Roger, how can I
ever thank you?
I told you, I ask
for nothing in return.
Now go, you're late for your
next barbecue as it is!
But there must be
something... tell you what.
If you have
a good time today,
Maybe swing by for a celebratory
Sherry, how about that?
Now run along, my goose!
Aah!
My watermelon!
- Surprised?
- Aah!
Looks like US "bozos" might see
this thing through after all.
So where'd you bozos get all
these chickens anyway?
Dicks with chicks,
the local chicken hatchery
Owned by brothers
Larry and Randall dick.
And how many eggs
have you gotten?
None yet.
The chickens turned out
to be a bit more...
Aggressive than expected.
But we're making great progress
with the little ladies.
The trick is to never
show them any fear.
Aah! Devil bird!
Well, they're crapping
all over the place,
So you can't keep them
in the yard.
Ready to give up yet?
- Yes!
- Not a chance.
I think we can
make this work.
Yeah, I'm just kinda doing
the couch potato thing tonight,
watching "hostel 2"
with Martha.
Mm!
Dad?
How was the barbecue?
It was absolutely...
Divine!
Oh, Steve,
you should've seen me.
I was so easy and fun
and free!
Yo, Stan, where ya
want this puppy?
Me and the guys had such
a good time
we decided to keep it going
with a little after-barbecue.
To the back yard, boys!
- Stan!
- Stan!
Stan! Stan! Stan!
Well, Roger will be pleased.
Wait!
There was something special
I was gonna do
if I had a good time today.
A celebratory
cannonball!
Aah!
Rogu, I'm the only thing
not burning.
Smith, what's the meaning
of this?
This is a
non-non-work setting!
Shall we brush up on
the agency dress code?
How 'bout we don't
and say we did?
What a cool thing
to say!
But what if it came
from the twisted mind of...
The tickle monster!
Smith,
I'm loving the new you.
Truly, Amber is the color
of your energy.
Boop!
Instant promotion!
Uh, what's this now?
"E equals mc squared
and gettysburg address in 1776."
Sounds like a bunch
of bullshit to me.
Da-aaaad!
Wouldn't you rather be
playing this...
PlayStation 5?!
Hot piggly hog!
Boop!
Where's my boop?
Oh, you'll get
your boop, m'lady.
Roger?
Is that you, my goose?
What's wrong?
I'm in the doldrums,
Stan.
Deep doldrums.
The double-d's.
Every time I achieve
a great creative peak,
It's followed
by a depressive rut.
And you, in my time
of greatest emotional need,
abandon me to run off
with your new friends,
Jackson, and Duper, and Francine.
This is why I knew
I shouldn't have done this.
You always get so
possessive and clingy.
I'll cling to you for that remark!
I do you an unsolicited favor,
asking for nothing in return,
and this is
how you return the favor?
You are a bad friend.
If it helps, it's your clothes
that have given me
this new lease on life!
My relationships
have improved,
I'm boopin' people
like crazy,
And my knees
have never looked better!
Well, I don't know if I can keep
making them for you,
being treated like this.
And you're notoriously hard
on your clothes, Stan.
Look, they're already
starting to fray.
But I guess you can always
just go back to your suit.
No, I'm happy now.
I can't go back
to the old me!
Okay, listen,
anytime you need me, just call,
and I'll be there.
I promise.
♪ I'll never let you go ♪
♪ I'll never let you go ♪
♪ I'll never let you go ♪
I had an intercom
system installed
So you could hear me
moan more easily.
♪ I'll never let you go ♪
♪ I'll never let you go ♪
I can't keep living
like this.
Listen, Roger, instead of
constantly moping in your attic,
why don't you come out with me
and my friends sometime?
I'll have to think
about it.
Okay.
Words with friends Is
really gonna sing on this baby.
Aah!
Dammit! Why the hell are you
lying in the hallway?!
Shhhh!
The chickens took over our room.
Aah!
Hayley, why don't you
just give up
and admit
you couldn't pull it off?
The only thing I'm admitting
is an omelette,
into my mouth and stomach,
this time next Tuesday.
Fine, but why don't you go sleep
in Jeff's Van till then?
Chickens got the Van.
Should we pull 'em over?
What is it with you
and chickens?
Chicken
killed my parents.
Me too.
But I don't let it rule
my life, man.
So, sir Jennings, Stan tells US
you design clothes.
That's awesome.
What's that like?
Uh, I don't know man.
It's fine.
So, h-how do you come up
with the designs?
Let's see, I...
Think of the idea
for the clothes,
then I make the clothes,
and then the clothes are done.
Do we have a waitress,
or...?
What is your problem?
These guys all suck,
Stan.
Let's get outta here,
get back to just you and me.
No! Dammit, it's like
the only way you're happy
is if you've got me
all to yourself.
If you're not having a good
time, you're welcome to leave.
Fine. I'll just be
taking my clothes
that you're wearing
and be on my way then.
See ya later, guys.
I had I'd say about seven
tecates, so here's four dollars.
Okay, here's what you do.
Steal Roger's
bad goose designs,
get to my boy Gooper
at foot locker.
Then he can make
your clothes for you.
Hmmm...
Roger,
I owe you an apology.
You've done so much
for me
and received nothing
from me in return.
Well, I want to fix that
right now.
Whatever you think
is fair.
Any number, just say it
and it's yours.
You...
would make this
all about money?!
How dare you?!
You don't deserve
my clothes!
Roger, no!
Sorry, Stan,
but your bad goose...
Is cooked!
Hey, Martha,
did ya hear that?
Martha?
Stan, have you seen
Martha move at all
since you got here?
Okay. Okay.
Okay, I'm like...
She was definitely alive
last night
when we started
having sex
Because I remember I farted
and she laughed.
That's the kind
of relationship we...
Oh, thank god.
Who needs Roger and his
stupid clothes anyway, right?
Not you, that's for sure.
I mean, it's not like his
clothes were magic or anything.
Probably not...
One of these
store-bought brands
is bound to work just
as well for me. No doubt.
Okay, I think this
could work. Totally.
For a swamp monster!
From planet ugly!
It's a disaster!
Okay.
Fake it 'til ya make it.
You got this.
Smith, are you okay?
I'm sure as
Doing better than you,
you ugly old piece of shit.
That ribbing
wasn't good-natured!
Here comes the boop!
Stan, what's going on?
Uh, easy breezy fun?
Tickle time!
Ow! Stan, stop. Please.
You're Hurting...
Whoa!
Ow!
Smith!
Take the rest of the week off
and don't come back
until you've gotten
your act together.
It wasn't easy,
but we finally managed
to get some eggs outta them
feathery little mother-cluckers.
Not this one, though.
I've been digging my finger
all the way up its egg-hole
all day.
Bupkis.
Jeff, that's a rooster.
Well, whatever her name is,
now she won't leave me alone.
Ugh! Fetus.
Well, I guess that's gonna
happen every once in a while.
Fetus.
Fetus.
Fetus.
Two fetuses. Fetus.
Snake. Fetus.
Uh-oh.
It's omelette time.
Mmm...
Now that's what I call...
Aah!
I don't even like eggs!
You oughta be ashamed
of yourself!
I know.
But for what, exactly?
Stan was happy.
And it was your clothes
that made him that way.
But you just couldn't stand
having to share him,
so you crushed him.
You...
Are a bad friend.
He's right, Mr. Cockburn.
You did your mate a bad turn.
Just look at the poor bloke.
Oh, you're right, Klaus!
It's all my fault.
But, Martha, this is really
none of your business.
I've been so selfish!
How can I make it right?
I can't make any more
bad goose clothes for him.
All my seamstresses have
taken positions at big dog.
It wouldn't matter anyway.
Bullock reinstated
the old dress code at the CIA.
Stan'll be trudging back to work
first thing in the morning
in that soul-crushing
monkey suit.
Hmm,
now, theoretically I could
tailor Stan a custom suit
so comfortable
that it feels
like bad goose sportswear.
But I'd have to, what,
do it all by myself?
In one night?
"Kimpossible!"
But he's your friend...
So I have to try.
Martha, bring around
the festiva.
We're going to
the all-night Jo-Ann fabrics!
Well, Stan...
How does your new suit look?
It's a clothes version
of the holocaust.
You don't like it.
I can tell.
Okay, Stan, confession time.
I never knew
how to make clothes.
Everything I gave you was
Amazon basics.
And the bad goose designs?
EBay-ordered iron-ons.
But do you realize
what this means?
You didn't get your easy
confidence from my clothes.
It was inside you
all along.
That's right, Stan.
This is a mother
Dumbo-type deal.
Okay, whatever Roger.
I'm late for work.
Sorry, here,
One of your old suits.
So you never even knew
how to make clothes...
Wrong, Klaus.
I lied to Stan.
I do know how
to make clothes.
But I wanted him to feel easy
and free in anything he wears.
So, who's
the bad friend now?
I dunno.
You, probably?
See ya later, Roger.
I lied to Klaus, Martha.
As you well know, I do not know
how to make clothes.
I lied to Martha, Steve,
I actually do know
how to make clothes.
Okay, do you or do you not
know how to make clothes?
I don't know...
Smith.
How do you feel?
That depends...
Which part of me you thinking
about feeling?
Amber alert!
Energy color, that is.
What gives?
I don't know,
I guess I'm just...
Feeling a bit more comfortable
in my own skin.
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