Bob's Burgers (2011–…): Season 5, Episode 5 - Best Burger - full transcript
Bob is in a "best burger" competition, but is at risk of losing when an important part of the burger is nowhere to be found.
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
I want to
give a big Chuck Charles thanks
to all you little
people for coming down
to this year's Wharf
It Down Food Festival,
which, for so many years,
has been a strange,
slightly sad event,
where artisans try to sell
specialty foods. But...
not this year,
thanks to me, Chuck Charles,
and our 1st Annual
Best Burger Contest!
Now,
we've met our contestants,
we've explained the rules
of this really,
truly, simple event.
But the only thing
we haven't done
is start the clock.
Here we go...
All right, Bob.
Let's do it, let's win!
Win! Win! Win!
Lin, please,
Let's go!
Take it down a notch, okay?
Or five?
Kids, come on,
cheer for your father.
Cheer! Cheer! Cheer!
Lin, stop. Cheer.
Dad, big smile, big energy!
That's it, doll.
Hey, you're sweating
too much already, buddy.
Pace yourself.
Go, Mom and Dad!
I mean, stay there and cook,
don't go anywhere.
Sorry if I'm being confusing.
Okay, come on.
Go! Cook! Cook! Cook! Cook!
Let's check in with our contestants.
Skip Marooch!
Uh, am I saying that right?
Yes, Skip.
Great! So, you're from Pakistan,
you've got
a successful restaurant,
you're on a book tour.
Guy, what can't you do?
Complain...
everything is going so well.
This guy.
So, what are you making today?
I already love you.
Well, today, I will be making a
pomegranate and green
chili chutney burger
with my grandmother's
special spice blend.
Yum and yum.
She always told me,
"Put spice on everything."
She also said, "I hate Mondays,"
but she never got
credit for that.
I would love to meet her.
Ah, too late.
Oh.
Sheesh.
I know we're here for Bob,
but it's hard to root
against that guy.
He is likeable.
Shush!
I can't hear them cooking.
Skip Marooch... I can't believe
we're competing
against that guy.
He has a book, I read it.
I mean, I mostly read it.
I looked at all the pictures.
Uh,
why did I think this was a good idea?
You know what?
I'm signing up.
We're doing it!
Do it! We're doing it!
This feels good!
Do it!
Quiet!
I don't know what
kind of "doing it"
you're talking about,
but you're too loud!
I really hate contests.
This is why we made a
"no signing up for
things while drunk" rule.
Wha...?
Gene never would've taken ballet.
Look at Skip over there.
I-I don't think we can win this.
It's-it's like I'm Rocky
and he's Apollo Creed.
That's good! Rocky always won.
Rocky lost in
the first movie, Lin.
Oh... But he walked
up all those stairs.
That's not fair.
And...
let's get a few words with
Bob "The Slob" Belcher.
Hi. That's not my nickname.
Well, it is now,
everyone heard it.
Bob and I have a bit
of a history, folks.
I graciously allowed him
onto my morning talk show,
and in turn, he got me fired!
I didn't get you fired.
Linda did. Hi, Chuck.
So, what stupid burger
are you making, Bob?
Okay, well, it's not stupid,
It's smart.
I call it the Bet It All
on Black Garlic Burger.
It's made with... Stupid name.
What? Stupid name.
It's not...
Oh, my God.
I-It's made with black garlic.
Uh... it's a fermented garlic,
It comes from Korea.
Don't blame Korea for
your stupid burger, Bob.
Not fair to them or burgers.
I-I'm not blaming them...
The Stupid Black Garlic Burger.
Put it up on the screen.
Oh, my God.
Eh, we made it up.
Look, we're on the screen.
Chuck hates us. No...
It's okay, I hate him, too.
God, this was a bad idea.
No... It's fun. It's fun...
Over here,
we have the Prince of Pizza
trying to become
the Chancellor of Cheeseburgers...
Jimmy Pesto.
Thank you, Chuck.
Uh, Jimmy Pesto's is known for
our family-friendly atmosphere,
festive drink specials
and Italian-flavored foods.
All right... A-A-And after
I win this contest today,
we're also gonna
be known for our
Oregano Burger!
All... right!
And what's in that?
Just a ton of oregano.
The Big O!
Don't say "Big O." What...?
A... all right,
I won't say anything, then, ever.
Sounds horrible.
I guess it's just
us and Skip here.
All right,
time to break out
the black garlic.
Lin? You got it!
It's not in here. Wait. What?
Not in the cooler. It's empty.
Oh, crap. Oh, crap.
Oh, crap.
Oh, crap, crap, crap. Crap!
Gene, can you go to the kitchen
and grab the black garlic?
On it!
What color is it?
It's black, Gene. Yup.
Wait. What's black? The garlic.
On the counter.
In the kitchen? Where I am?
Are you?! I think so.
Well, then, yes, on the counter.
Okay. I feel really
good about this, Dad.
I feel great about it.
Way to go, everybody.
Gene!
Dad?! What are we doing?
I asked Gene to get the black
garlic from the kitchen...
the single most important
ingredient in my recipe...
and we're looking
at an empty cooler!
- Okay, don't freak out.
- Hi. Hi, everyone.
Hi. Hi. Hello.
I'm not freaking out!
He's fine.
He's... he's silly.
Just put something
else on the burger.
What about a...
Oh, a-a granola bar burger!
Half a granola bar burger.
Yeah, yeah, let-let's do that.
That's a great idea.
Great!
I'll start chopping it up.
Ha, ha, ha! Oh, it's old.
Oh, that's okay.
That's fine. We can make it.
Linda.
Oh, my God, I wasn't serious.
Look at the screen.
It says "Stupid
Black Garlic Burger".
I'm pretty sure
we can't beat Skip Marooch
if we don't have black garlic
on our black garlic burger!
Okay! Geez.
Kids! Kids, come here!
The answer is yes,
you look terrified.
Is that the question? Listen!
Gene, what did you do
with the black garlic?
It's not in the cooler!
Calm down, Dad.
What is black garlic?
Ugh! I need you guys to
go back to the restaurant,
get the black garlic
and bring it back here
as fast as you possibly can!
No problem.
It's on my way, anyway, bro.
No, no!
Tina, Louise, go with your brother.
- And hurry! The clock is ticking.
- Hmm.
Let's talk more about this clock
that's ticking. Tick, tick.
What do want, Louise? Louise?!
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick...
We never have to work again.
You can have
the day off tomorrow.
Deal! Great. Here.
Aah! Don't throw things!
We don't throw things!
We don't catch them, either.
We're not in the circus,
Dad. Yeah!
Just go!
Hey, Belcher boppers!
Mickey!
Wait, you drive a pedi-cab?
I thought you worked
at Wonder Wharf.
Oh, I just started driving this
during festivals and weekends.
Make a lot of money hauling
around lazies and drunks.
We are both. Give us a ride!
Hey, you kids don't want a ride
from toothpick legs over here.
Check out these
pedal monsters, huh?
Wow.
It looks like a bunch of snakes
inside a leather armchair.
Yup. Back off, Manny.
This is my fare.
Oh, yeah?
Well this is my turf, rookie. Here.
Hey! My first turf war!
Whoa! Oh, hold on, let me...
Okay, well, I-I think we'll
go old-school pedestrian.
See you guys!
Good luck with your turf war.
Thanks! Whoa!
So, Bob, you look sweaty.
Think you have what it takes
to beat the competition?
I personally doubt it.
I'm not sweating.
Oh, I am. Okay.
I, uh, I was just prepping.
Normal, everything's fine.
We've got all our ingredients, Chuck.
All of 'em.
Unnecessary information,
totally boring.
I'm gonna go ahead
and talk to Skip.
There he is, guy!
Tell us more
about your grandmother's
secret spice blend.
All right, well,
there is saffron in it.
Oh, no, I told you the secret!
I have to kill you now!
Die, die, die!
Warm, charming,
and funny,
strong hands, to boot!
That's why he's got a book
and Bob doesn't. Oh.
Ah, there you are,
my stinky princess!
We're getting you out of here!
Come with us!
Hey, there's
my back-scratching spatula!
What are you doing
in the kitchen?
Aah! Gene, you're crushing it!
What? Oh, no! My shirt!
Aah! You just cost
Dad the competition!
Forget Dad.
You just cost us our day off!
Maybe it's still good!
I'll scrape it off
with my back scratcher.
Ooh, it works on your front,
too. Mm.
What's so hard to understand about,
"I saw the black garlic,
"but then I saw
my spatula back scratcher,
"and when I reached for it,
your black garlic got
smeared all over my belly"?
Oh, my God.
Gene, put Tina on the phone.
She's pretty big. It'd be
easier to put the phone on Tina.
Gene!
This is Tina.
Tina, listen to me.
Go to your mom's bra drawer
and find the cash
she thinks is secret.
There's no money in there!
There's no money.
Take $20 and go to
that specialty food market on Third.
Uh, Fig Jam.
Uh... aren't there any
other places we could go?
It's the only place in
town that has black garlic.
Hurry.
We're down to 12 minutes here.
Dad hung up on me, but it's
okay because I know he loves me,
and he says we have
to go to Fig Jam.
Fig Jam? Fig Jam.
We'll take this
dark chocolate bar
with bacon and red pepper flakes,
please.
Okay, that'll be $13.
What?!
No, we're just getting one,
so this should cover it.
Here you go.
Mm. You know, I think you three
may be in the wrong store.
Perhaps you'd be more
comfortable shopping
at the gum ball machine
at the gas station.
Are you kicking us out?
No. I am strongly suggesting
that you take
your business elsewhere,
what little of it you have.
Hmm. All right.
But when a rich john
sets me up in style,
I'm coming back.
And you better hope you
don't work on commission.
Yeah, where'd you import
this chocolate from
anyway, your butt?
No. Yeah, and where'd you import
these sea salt caramel crisps from,
your butt? Oh, Belgium.
That's it. You're banned.
We ban you.
Get out of the store!
I will not get out of my store! You...
get out!
You are banned! You're banned!
You're banned!
You're banned! You're banned!
You're banned! You're banned!
We have to try, guys.
If we don't get
this black garlic,
Dad is going to lose,
and our family will be dishonored.
It's not like we've got a whole
bunch of honor to spare, is it?
No. No. Let's go!
CHUCK Oh, wow, Skip Marooch
is cooking up something special.
It smells good,
and he looks good doing it.
Scratch that. He looks great.
Thank you! Moving on.
Let's see how Jimmy
Pesto's doing.
Done! Ding! Ooh, what?
Wow, Jimmy has plated his
burgers with ten minutes left.
Course,
those burgers may get cold
before the judges
have a chance to...
Ah! Da-da-da.
Oh, okay,
brought a little heat lamp with him.
Yeah. Heat lamp adds
a little flavor.
And it keeps my lizard warm!
Would you?! Come on!
Let's check in on Bob,
because we kind of have to.
Lots of chopping.
His bald spot's getting
bigger and shinier.
Hair probably falling
out all over his food.
What a disgusting creature.
I'm catching all the hair before
it even comes close to the food.
God, it is coming out.
Your wife is a lucky woman, Bob.
Thank you!
Maybe he won't recognize us.
Banned!
Whoa, hey, come on.
Let's not do this again.
Let's start fresh.
What'd you say your name was?
I didn't.
It's none of your business.
Hey, don't look at my nametag.
It's Ray. I saw it.
Aw, Ray, I love that.
Ray of sunshine.
Ray of hope.
We need some emergency
black garlic,
It's a black garlic emergency.
Oh... a black garlic emergency.
Yeah, so...
Well, in that case... No!
A "no" is just
a "yes" upside-down.
Get out. We'll pay double.
Really? Yes.
All right, $16. Aw, that's the
ray of greed I remember.
Gene, where's the cash?
We got to go.
Come on, we got to go.
A cool older kid
with a skateboard
asked me for a dollar.
So, I gave him the $20
and he's skating right
back with the change.
Ugh! Gene, you fool.
He's not coming back.
Never trust a boy
with a skateboard.
They're too fast.
Hey, Ray, friend, uh, new plan:
I'm gonna give you Gene,
and then I'll take...
Out now. Banned.
Banned!
Psst. Psst. Time for Operation
Black Garlic Down Freedom.
What's that?
Hey!
We'll come back
and pay for it later!
Thanks for
all your help, Ray!
Get back here!
Mickey! Hey, kids!
Hey. Hi, Ron.
Hey, move over, buddy.
Aw, sorry, gang, I'm kind of
in the middle of a fair here.
I was going to the library.
Taking a pedi-cab there
is my weekly splurge.
But we stole something.
Oh, why didn't you say so?
Where to?
Take us to the food festival
and step on it!
Stop! Ho, ho, ho there, cowboy.
I will give you 20 bucks if
you catch up to that pedi-cab.
Wait, what? You mean that
spaghetti-legged fare thief?
Uh... yes.
Oh. Oh, baby.
Mickey,
you are going down. Okay.
Let's get 'em! Whoa!
Let me hold the black garlic.
I want to apologize for
murdering its brother.
No, Gene.
I don't think that's a good idea.
Yeah, we're trying to
get a day off here.
Wait, why can't I hold
the black garlic?
It's just that you always...
I don't want
to say "screw everything
up," but maybe Louise does?
You screw everything up!
Wait, me?
This Gene Belcher?
It's just sometimes you lose focus.
Your name is a verb
in this family, Gene.
We call it "Gene-ing out."
I thought that meant taking off
your shorts after a good meal.
No. I was Gene-ing out
at work the other day.
I'm Gene-ing out right now.
Mickey, no! Mickey, hey!
You're taking us to the
food festival as fast you can!
Oh, right, right, right, right,
right, right, right.
Oh, my God. I'm a verb.
I'm a bad verb.
You're a berb. I'm a berb!
Eight minutes left
until burger judgment day!
The kids should've been back by now.
We're screwed.
Bob, you said you were Rocky.
Come on. Start acting like Rocky.
Scream "Adrian."
I-I don't want to scream
"Adrian." Scream "Adrian"!
Linda, that analogy
doesn't work anymore.
Rocky's son didn't leave
Rocky's boxing gloves at home.
Yeah. Rocky's son, huh?
Hmm. Well, maybe...
Eh, forget it.
No, what?
Wh-What were you gonna say?
I'm just saying,
you picked our least responsible kid
to do the most important thing.
Maybe you kind of
expected him to screw up.
That is ridiculous, Lin.
Well...
forgetting
the black garlic sort of
lets you off
the hook for losing.
Like it's not your fault.
All of a sudden, you got
a built-in excuse for
not being the best.
That is crazy. That's...
maybe right? Oh, my God.
Oh, it's the kids! "Got garlic.
Broke law.
You fix later. On our way.
'Smiley face.'"
Aw, smiley face! Oh, my God.
They got it.
They're coming.
We're gonna have everything we need.
No more excuses. No.
I'm terrified. So I was ri...
Linda, you were right.
Yes! Right! Me!
Aw, you don't have to say that.
It's Ray, and he's either
getting bigger or closer.
Uh-oh,
he's got Manny driving him.
Don't worry, I'll slow him down.
Oh, that was overdue.
Why did I do that?
Eh, they're throwing
stuff at us.
Ah, no throwsies, man!
Yeah! No throwsies.
We got to get this to dad.
Go. Go. Get him. Faster.
Faster. I am going!
I just want you kids to know,
I will fight.
I will fight Manny or Ray,
but I-I prefer to fight Ray,
actually,
'cause he's smaller.
Nice. Thanks, Ron.
Ah, no problem.
There's the contest!
Mickey,
pedal harder.
Mow these people down!
Oh, no, a train!
Beat it, Mickey! Beat it.
Ah, damn it!
No...!
Sorry, kids.
You're gonna have
to run from here.
You guys stay here and block.
I'll cut through the crowd
like a fart through butter.
Let me take the garlic.
I need this.
This is my redemption song.
Bob Marley, give me strength!
This is a food festival, Gene.
It's a distraction
minefield for you.
Yeah, Gene.
Stay here and help me block Ray.
It'll be a block party.
Okay. Hey, look,
that cloud looks like
a dinosaur on a thing.
Where? Huh?
Aah! I can't believe it!
Gene made us Gene out!
Oh, yeah, I see it.
Okay, Gene.
Get this black garlic to dad.
Don't lose focus.
Ooh, muffins.
No, don't lose focus!
Hi. I'm Ron.
I'm blocking you.
Where are those kids?
Oh, you mean us?
Meet your new cankles, Ray. Hi.
Where's the black garlic?
You'll never get it.
It's too far away,
and as we've already said,
you're cankled.
Don't you cankle me!
These are good.
These are gonna be good.
Linda, be my eyes.
You see the kids out there?
No, I don't.
What do they look like?
Oh, God. I'm panicking.
I'm panicking.
Free cupcake-flavored ice cream,
served on a waffle!
You're killing me!
Pizza tacos.
Pizza tacos?
Ten for one dollar.
Don't you tell me
"ten for one dollar."
Robot cake,
release your hold on me!
So, uh,
you work at Fig Jam, huh?
I-I-I heard you
had great fig jam.
Oh, yes, it's delicious.
And you'll never know,
because you're banned!
Aw. Hey, wait a minute.
Is anyone even watching
Fig Jam right now?
Ray, people are
probably looting it.
A bunch of hippies
stuffing truffled cheese
in their banjo cases.
Hello?
Hello...?
I'm just gonna leave
money on the counter.
Love your store.
Oh, my God. Fig Jam! Fig Jam!
That was some mean
pedi-cabbing out there, rookie.
You got the legs of a mouse
but the heart of a lion.
My uncle's got
the heart of a lion.
He got it in Thailand.
Thailand, huh? Yeah.
They got nice ties in Thailand?
I love you, Manny.
I'm almost there.
Hot Fudge Car Wash.
Hot Fudge Car Wash?!
No...!
Oh, it's Gene. Bob, it's Gene.
Dad...! Gene!
I-I'm sorry I screwed up today!
I...
I'm sorry I screw
up all the time!
No, Gene, you didn't screw up.
I screwed up by trusting you.
Wait, that came out wrong.
I'm confused,
are you trying to make me feel better?
Yes, I am.
Before I give you
the black garlic,
I just want to say
one more thing.
There's only 45 seconds left,
Gene, so...
I've always admired you.
Just give me the garlic, Gene!
We'll talk later!
Okay. Thank you.
Sorry I snapped.
Come on, Bobby.
You got your gloves,
now time to beat Apollo.
Adrian...!
No, not like that. Say it right.
What?! I'm saying it right.
Adri... I don't have time, Lin.
Ten seconds left.
Some cooks look like
they might not make it.
I'm talking about Bob.
Ten. Nine. Eight.
Seven.
I got everything ready.
Here we go.
Six. Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Time's up.
Hand off your meat, chefs.
We finished!
We finished the burgers!
Hooray for Bob.
He managed to somehow do
what he does
every day for a living.
What a champion.
That's my Bobby!
Chefs.
Pre...
sent your burgers to the judges.
Looks like the judges
are tasting Jimmy
Pesto's burger first.
Let's see how he...
oh, oh, they are spitting it out.
Oh, it's cool.
Hey, two-for-one pizza night
Wednesdays, karaoke Tuesdays,
trivia Thursdays. We never card.
Come on down!
Thank you, Jimmy.
Spitting it out... bad sign.
You can probably go.
Ah... come on, Trev.
Hey, I'm sorry I was
so hard on you.
Things got a little heated.
And not just 'cause
of your heat lamp.
Ah... you said "hard."
I did. Up top.
All right, now they're
tasting Bob's idiot burger.
Get ready for another spit-out.
This is...
fantastic.
The meat is seasoned perfectly,
and this black garlic is...
Oh! Oh...
This has exquisite mouth feel.
Bobby, they loved it!
That one's creepy,
but he loved it.
Oh, my God. Did we just win?
I mean, they still haven't
had Skip's burger, but...
And now the last,
but most likely the best,
from the Cinnamon Stallion,
Skip Marooch.
This is...
amazing.
This chutney is absolutely,
mmm, oh...
Exceptional mouth feel.
Hmm. It might be a little closer
than I thought. Okay. Okay, Bob.
You got a "fantastic"
and an "ooh,"
but he got an "amazing"
and a really weird moan.
And he liked both
your mouth feels.
I'd say it's a tight race.
And now
the judges will deliberate.
Cue deliberating music, please.
You know what? I did my best,
I held my own with Skip,
and no matter what happens, Lin,
- I feel pretty good.
- And the winner is
Skip Marooch!
Oh, my God, I feel bad. Oh-oh.
Ah, damn it! Piece of garbage!
How could we lose?!
Are you kidding me?!
Okay. Okay.
Ah, it's shaped like a burger!
I get it!
I'm so excited!
Skip Marooch, handsomest chef.
What about me?
Great emcee.
Gonna go have
a plate of shrimp,
a 20-ounce beer
and a massage,
from my friend,
Hank the masseuse...
Oh, my God.
Sorry you lost, Dad.
Maybe if I'd gotten you
the black garlic sooner,
you would have won.
No, no.
We made the best burger we could,
but we lost, and that's okay.
I don't need an excuse.
I guess Skip was just more
charismatic and likeable, Dad.
That's right.
No! I don't need an excuse.
Either way, I'm sorry.
Listen, Gene.
You may get distracted
from time to time,
but I love you
and I love who you are.
And what matters
most is... Gene?
Gene, are you listening?!
I am. I am. I love you.
I love you, too.
But what are those people doing
waiting in front of the restaurant?
Hmm. People don't wait
for our restaurant.
Maybe they all need
to use the bathroom.
Hey, get out of here!
Go pee in the bushes
like normal people.
Are you guys open?
We want to try
that black garlic burger.
Can I have a black
garlic burger, too?
Skip?
What the hell? Yeah.
You want to try my burger?
Yeah, I smelt it,
and now I want you to dealt it.
Into my mouth.
Come on in.
W-We just need a few minutes
to get the grill going.
Gene, you want to
go start the grill?
Nope. My day off starts now.
And I will be spending the next
24 hours at the Hot Fudge Car Wash.
Bye-bye.
Oh. Gene!
Yeah? Did you just say
"Hot Fudge Car Wash"?
I did. My day off starts now, too.
Bye-bye.
Whoa, whoa, wait.
We have customers.
Sorry, Dad. I have to go
see a car wash about a fudge.
Get Mommy a to-go bucket.
* Hot Fudge Car Wash *
* Hot Fudge Car Wash *
* Hot, hot, hot, hot fudge *
* Mmm *
* Hot Fudge Car Wash *
* Hot Fudge Car Wash *
* Hot, hot, hot, hot fudge *
* Hot Fudge Car Wash *
* Hot, hot, hot, hot fudge *
* Hot Fudge Car Wash *
* Ooh... hot fudge! *
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
I want to
give a big Chuck Charles thanks
to all you little
people for coming down
to this year's Wharf
It Down Food Festival,
which, for so many years,
has been a strange,
slightly sad event,
where artisans try to sell
specialty foods. But...
not this year,
thanks to me, Chuck Charles,
and our 1st Annual
Best Burger Contest!
Now,
we've met our contestants,
we've explained the rules
of this really,
truly, simple event.
But the only thing
we haven't done
is start the clock.
Here we go...
All right, Bob.
Let's do it, let's win!
Win! Win! Win!
Lin, please,
Let's go!
Take it down a notch, okay?
Or five?
Kids, come on,
cheer for your father.
Cheer! Cheer! Cheer!
Lin, stop. Cheer.
Dad, big smile, big energy!
That's it, doll.
Hey, you're sweating
too much already, buddy.
Pace yourself.
Go, Mom and Dad!
I mean, stay there and cook,
don't go anywhere.
Sorry if I'm being confusing.
Okay, come on.
Go! Cook! Cook! Cook! Cook!
Let's check in with our contestants.
Skip Marooch!
Uh, am I saying that right?
Yes, Skip.
Great! So, you're from Pakistan,
you've got
a successful restaurant,
you're on a book tour.
Guy, what can't you do?
Complain...
everything is going so well.
This guy.
So, what are you making today?
I already love you.
Well, today, I will be making a
pomegranate and green
chili chutney burger
with my grandmother's
special spice blend.
Yum and yum.
She always told me,
"Put spice on everything."
She also said, "I hate Mondays,"
but she never got
credit for that.
I would love to meet her.
Ah, too late.
Oh.
Sheesh.
I know we're here for Bob,
but it's hard to root
against that guy.
He is likeable.
Shush!
I can't hear them cooking.
Skip Marooch... I can't believe
we're competing
against that guy.
He has a book, I read it.
I mean, I mostly read it.
I looked at all the pictures.
Uh,
why did I think this was a good idea?
You know what?
I'm signing up.
We're doing it!
Do it! We're doing it!
This feels good!
Do it!
Quiet!
I don't know what
kind of "doing it"
you're talking about,
but you're too loud!
I really hate contests.
This is why we made a
"no signing up for
things while drunk" rule.
Wha...?
Gene never would've taken ballet.
Look at Skip over there.
I-I don't think we can win this.
It's-it's like I'm Rocky
and he's Apollo Creed.
That's good! Rocky always won.
Rocky lost in
the first movie, Lin.
Oh... But he walked
up all those stairs.
That's not fair.
And...
let's get a few words with
Bob "The Slob" Belcher.
Hi. That's not my nickname.
Well, it is now,
everyone heard it.
Bob and I have a bit
of a history, folks.
I graciously allowed him
onto my morning talk show,
and in turn, he got me fired!
I didn't get you fired.
Linda did. Hi, Chuck.
So, what stupid burger
are you making, Bob?
Okay, well, it's not stupid,
It's smart.
I call it the Bet It All
on Black Garlic Burger.
It's made with... Stupid name.
What? Stupid name.
It's not...
Oh, my God.
I-It's made with black garlic.
Uh... it's a fermented garlic,
It comes from Korea.
Don't blame Korea for
your stupid burger, Bob.
Not fair to them or burgers.
I-I'm not blaming them...
The Stupid Black Garlic Burger.
Put it up on the screen.
Oh, my God.
Eh, we made it up.
Look, we're on the screen.
Chuck hates us. No...
It's okay, I hate him, too.
God, this was a bad idea.
No... It's fun. It's fun...
Over here,
we have the Prince of Pizza
trying to become
the Chancellor of Cheeseburgers...
Jimmy Pesto.
Thank you, Chuck.
Uh, Jimmy Pesto's is known for
our family-friendly atmosphere,
festive drink specials
and Italian-flavored foods.
All right... A-A-And after
I win this contest today,
we're also gonna
be known for our
Oregano Burger!
All... right!
And what's in that?
Just a ton of oregano.
The Big O!
Don't say "Big O." What...?
A... all right,
I won't say anything, then, ever.
Sounds horrible.
I guess it's just
us and Skip here.
All right,
time to break out
the black garlic.
Lin? You got it!
It's not in here. Wait. What?
Not in the cooler. It's empty.
Oh, crap. Oh, crap.
Oh, crap.
Oh, crap, crap, crap. Crap!
Gene, can you go to the kitchen
and grab the black garlic?
On it!
What color is it?
It's black, Gene. Yup.
Wait. What's black? The garlic.
On the counter.
In the kitchen? Where I am?
Are you?! I think so.
Well, then, yes, on the counter.
Okay. I feel really
good about this, Dad.
I feel great about it.
Way to go, everybody.
Gene!
Dad?! What are we doing?
I asked Gene to get the black
garlic from the kitchen...
the single most important
ingredient in my recipe...
and we're looking
at an empty cooler!
- Okay, don't freak out.
- Hi. Hi, everyone.
Hi. Hi. Hello.
I'm not freaking out!
He's fine.
He's... he's silly.
Just put something
else on the burger.
What about a...
Oh, a-a granola bar burger!
Half a granola bar burger.
Yeah, yeah, let-let's do that.
That's a great idea.
Great!
I'll start chopping it up.
Ha, ha, ha! Oh, it's old.
Oh, that's okay.
That's fine. We can make it.
Linda.
Oh, my God, I wasn't serious.
Look at the screen.
It says "Stupid
Black Garlic Burger".
I'm pretty sure
we can't beat Skip Marooch
if we don't have black garlic
on our black garlic burger!
Okay! Geez.
Kids! Kids, come here!
The answer is yes,
you look terrified.
Is that the question? Listen!
Gene, what did you do
with the black garlic?
It's not in the cooler!
Calm down, Dad.
What is black garlic?
Ugh! I need you guys to
go back to the restaurant,
get the black garlic
and bring it back here
as fast as you possibly can!
No problem.
It's on my way, anyway, bro.
No, no!
Tina, Louise, go with your brother.
- And hurry! The clock is ticking.
- Hmm.
Let's talk more about this clock
that's ticking. Tick, tick.
What do want, Louise? Louise?!
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick...
We never have to work again.
You can have
the day off tomorrow.
Deal! Great. Here.
Aah! Don't throw things!
We don't throw things!
We don't catch them, either.
We're not in the circus,
Dad. Yeah!
Just go!
Hey, Belcher boppers!
Mickey!
Wait, you drive a pedi-cab?
I thought you worked
at Wonder Wharf.
Oh, I just started driving this
during festivals and weekends.
Make a lot of money hauling
around lazies and drunks.
We are both. Give us a ride!
Hey, you kids don't want a ride
from toothpick legs over here.
Check out these
pedal monsters, huh?
Wow.
It looks like a bunch of snakes
inside a leather armchair.
Yup. Back off, Manny.
This is my fare.
Oh, yeah?
Well this is my turf, rookie. Here.
Hey! My first turf war!
Whoa! Oh, hold on, let me...
Okay, well, I-I think we'll
go old-school pedestrian.
See you guys!
Good luck with your turf war.
Thanks! Whoa!
So, Bob, you look sweaty.
Think you have what it takes
to beat the competition?
I personally doubt it.
I'm not sweating.
Oh, I am. Okay.
I, uh, I was just prepping.
Normal, everything's fine.
We've got all our ingredients, Chuck.
All of 'em.
Unnecessary information,
totally boring.
I'm gonna go ahead
and talk to Skip.
There he is, guy!
Tell us more
about your grandmother's
secret spice blend.
All right, well,
there is saffron in it.
Oh, no, I told you the secret!
I have to kill you now!
Die, die, die!
Warm, charming,
and funny,
strong hands, to boot!
That's why he's got a book
and Bob doesn't. Oh.
Ah, there you are,
my stinky princess!
We're getting you out of here!
Come with us!
Hey, there's
my back-scratching spatula!
What are you doing
in the kitchen?
Aah! Gene, you're crushing it!
What? Oh, no! My shirt!
Aah! You just cost
Dad the competition!
Forget Dad.
You just cost us our day off!
Maybe it's still good!
I'll scrape it off
with my back scratcher.
Ooh, it works on your front,
too. Mm.
What's so hard to understand about,
"I saw the black garlic,
"but then I saw
my spatula back scratcher,
"and when I reached for it,
your black garlic got
smeared all over my belly"?
Oh, my God.
Gene, put Tina on the phone.
She's pretty big. It'd be
easier to put the phone on Tina.
Gene!
This is Tina.
Tina, listen to me.
Go to your mom's bra drawer
and find the cash
she thinks is secret.
There's no money in there!
There's no money.
Take $20 and go to
that specialty food market on Third.
Uh, Fig Jam.
Uh... aren't there any
other places we could go?
It's the only place in
town that has black garlic.
Hurry.
We're down to 12 minutes here.
Dad hung up on me, but it's
okay because I know he loves me,
and he says we have
to go to Fig Jam.
Fig Jam? Fig Jam.
We'll take this
dark chocolate bar
with bacon and red pepper flakes,
please.
Okay, that'll be $13.
What?!
No, we're just getting one,
so this should cover it.
Here you go.
Mm. You know, I think you three
may be in the wrong store.
Perhaps you'd be more
comfortable shopping
at the gum ball machine
at the gas station.
Are you kicking us out?
No. I am strongly suggesting
that you take
your business elsewhere,
what little of it you have.
Hmm. All right.
But when a rich john
sets me up in style,
I'm coming back.
And you better hope you
don't work on commission.
Yeah, where'd you import
this chocolate from
anyway, your butt?
No. Yeah, and where'd you import
these sea salt caramel crisps from,
your butt? Oh, Belgium.
That's it. You're banned.
We ban you.
Get out of the store!
I will not get out of my store! You...
get out!
You are banned! You're banned!
You're banned!
You're banned! You're banned!
You're banned! You're banned!
We have to try, guys.
If we don't get
this black garlic,
Dad is going to lose,
and our family will be dishonored.
It's not like we've got a whole
bunch of honor to spare, is it?
No. No. Let's go!
CHUCK Oh, wow, Skip Marooch
is cooking up something special.
It smells good,
and he looks good doing it.
Scratch that. He looks great.
Thank you! Moving on.
Let's see how Jimmy
Pesto's doing.
Done! Ding! Ooh, what?
Wow, Jimmy has plated his
burgers with ten minutes left.
Course,
those burgers may get cold
before the judges
have a chance to...
Ah! Da-da-da.
Oh, okay,
brought a little heat lamp with him.
Yeah. Heat lamp adds
a little flavor.
And it keeps my lizard warm!
Would you?! Come on!
Let's check in on Bob,
because we kind of have to.
Lots of chopping.
His bald spot's getting
bigger and shinier.
Hair probably falling
out all over his food.
What a disgusting creature.
I'm catching all the hair before
it even comes close to the food.
God, it is coming out.
Your wife is a lucky woman, Bob.
Thank you!
Maybe he won't recognize us.
Banned!
Whoa, hey, come on.
Let's not do this again.
Let's start fresh.
What'd you say your name was?
I didn't.
It's none of your business.
Hey, don't look at my nametag.
It's Ray. I saw it.
Aw, Ray, I love that.
Ray of sunshine.
Ray of hope.
We need some emergency
black garlic,
It's a black garlic emergency.
Oh... a black garlic emergency.
Yeah, so...
Well, in that case... No!
A "no" is just
a "yes" upside-down.
Get out. We'll pay double.
Really? Yes.
All right, $16. Aw, that's the
ray of greed I remember.
Gene, where's the cash?
We got to go.
Come on, we got to go.
A cool older kid
with a skateboard
asked me for a dollar.
So, I gave him the $20
and he's skating right
back with the change.
Ugh! Gene, you fool.
He's not coming back.
Never trust a boy
with a skateboard.
They're too fast.
Hey, Ray, friend, uh, new plan:
I'm gonna give you Gene,
and then I'll take...
Out now. Banned.
Banned!
Psst. Psst. Time for Operation
Black Garlic Down Freedom.
What's that?
Hey!
We'll come back
and pay for it later!
Thanks for
all your help, Ray!
Get back here!
Mickey! Hey, kids!
Hey. Hi, Ron.
Hey, move over, buddy.
Aw, sorry, gang, I'm kind of
in the middle of a fair here.
I was going to the library.
Taking a pedi-cab there
is my weekly splurge.
But we stole something.
Oh, why didn't you say so?
Where to?
Take us to the food festival
and step on it!
Stop! Ho, ho, ho there, cowboy.
I will give you 20 bucks if
you catch up to that pedi-cab.
Wait, what? You mean that
spaghetti-legged fare thief?
Uh... yes.
Oh. Oh, baby.
Mickey,
you are going down. Okay.
Let's get 'em! Whoa!
Let me hold the black garlic.
I want to apologize for
murdering its brother.
No, Gene.
I don't think that's a good idea.
Yeah, we're trying to
get a day off here.
Wait, why can't I hold
the black garlic?
It's just that you always...
I don't want
to say "screw everything
up," but maybe Louise does?
You screw everything up!
Wait, me?
This Gene Belcher?
It's just sometimes you lose focus.
Your name is a verb
in this family, Gene.
We call it "Gene-ing out."
I thought that meant taking off
your shorts after a good meal.
No. I was Gene-ing out
at work the other day.
I'm Gene-ing out right now.
Mickey, no! Mickey, hey!
You're taking us to the
food festival as fast you can!
Oh, right, right, right, right,
right, right, right.
Oh, my God. I'm a verb.
I'm a bad verb.
You're a berb. I'm a berb!
Eight minutes left
until burger judgment day!
The kids should've been back by now.
We're screwed.
Bob, you said you were Rocky.
Come on. Start acting like Rocky.
Scream "Adrian."
I-I don't want to scream
"Adrian." Scream "Adrian"!
Linda, that analogy
doesn't work anymore.
Rocky's son didn't leave
Rocky's boxing gloves at home.
Yeah. Rocky's son, huh?
Hmm. Well, maybe...
Eh, forget it.
No, what?
Wh-What were you gonna say?
I'm just saying,
you picked our least responsible kid
to do the most important thing.
Maybe you kind of
expected him to screw up.
That is ridiculous, Lin.
Well...
forgetting
the black garlic sort of
lets you off
the hook for losing.
Like it's not your fault.
All of a sudden, you got
a built-in excuse for
not being the best.
That is crazy. That's...
maybe right? Oh, my God.
Oh, it's the kids! "Got garlic.
Broke law.
You fix later. On our way.
'Smiley face.'"
Aw, smiley face! Oh, my God.
They got it.
They're coming.
We're gonna have everything we need.
No more excuses. No.
I'm terrified. So I was ri...
Linda, you were right.
Yes! Right! Me!
Aw, you don't have to say that.
It's Ray, and he's either
getting bigger or closer.
Uh-oh,
he's got Manny driving him.
Don't worry, I'll slow him down.
Oh, that was overdue.
Why did I do that?
Eh, they're throwing
stuff at us.
Ah, no throwsies, man!
Yeah! No throwsies.
We got to get this to dad.
Go. Go. Get him. Faster.
Faster. I am going!
I just want you kids to know,
I will fight.
I will fight Manny or Ray,
but I-I prefer to fight Ray,
actually,
'cause he's smaller.
Nice. Thanks, Ron.
Ah, no problem.
There's the contest!
Mickey,
pedal harder.
Mow these people down!
Oh, no, a train!
Beat it, Mickey! Beat it.
Ah, damn it!
No...!
Sorry, kids.
You're gonna have
to run from here.
You guys stay here and block.
I'll cut through the crowd
like a fart through butter.
Let me take the garlic.
I need this.
This is my redemption song.
Bob Marley, give me strength!
This is a food festival, Gene.
It's a distraction
minefield for you.
Yeah, Gene.
Stay here and help me block Ray.
It'll be a block party.
Okay. Hey, look,
that cloud looks like
a dinosaur on a thing.
Where? Huh?
Aah! I can't believe it!
Gene made us Gene out!
Oh, yeah, I see it.
Okay, Gene.
Get this black garlic to dad.
Don't lose focus.
Ooh, muffins.
No, don't lose focus!
Hi. I'm Ron.
I'm blocking you.
Where are those kids?
Oh, you mean us?
Meet your new cankles, Ray. Hi.
Where's the black garlic?
You'll never get it.
It's too far away,
and as we've already said,
you're cankled.
Don't you cankle me!
These are good.
These are gonna be good.
Linda, be my eyes.
You see the kids out there?
No, I don't.
What do they look like?
Oh, God. I'm panicking.
I'm panicking.
Free cupcake-flavored ice cream,
served on a waffle!
You're killing me!
Pizza tacos.
Pizza tacos?
Ten for one dollar.
Don't you tell me
"ten for one dollar."
Robot cake,
release your hold on me!
So, uh,
you work at Fig Jam, huh?
I-I-I heard you
had great fig jam.
Oh, yes, it's delicious.
And you'll never know,
because you're banned!
Aw. Hey, wait a minute.
Is anyone even watching
Fig Jam right now?
Ray, people are
probably looting it.
A bunch of hippies
stuffing truffled cheese
in their banjo cases.
Hello?
Hello...?
I'm just gonna leave
money on the counter.
Love your store.
Oh, my God. Fig Jam! Fig Jam!
That was some mean
pedi-cabbing out there, rookie.
You got the legs of a mouse
but the heart of a lion.
My uncle's got
the heart of a lion.
He got it in Thailand.
Thailand, huh? Yeah.
They got nice ties in Thailand?
I love you, Manny.
I'm almost there.
Hot Fudge Car Wash.
Hot Fudge Car Wash?!
No...!
Oh, it's Gene. Bob, it's Gene.
Dad...! Gene!
I-I'm sorry I screwed up today!
I...
I'm sorry I screw
up all the time!
No, Gene, you didn't screw up.
I screwed up by trusting you.
Wait, that came out wrong.
I'm confused,
are you trying to make me feel better?
Yes, I am.
Before I give you
the black garlic,
I just want to say
one more thing.
There's only 45 seconds left,
Gene, so...
I've always admired you.
Just give me the garlic, Gene!
We'll talk later!
Okay. Thank you.
Sorry I snapped.
Come on, Bobby.
You got your gloves,
now time to beat Apollo.
Adrian...!
No, not like that. Say it right.
What?! I'm saying it right.
Adri... I don't have time, Lin.
Ten seconds left.
Some cooks look like
they might not make it.
I'm talking about Bob.
Ten. Nine. Eight.
Seven.
I got everything ready.
Here we go.
Six. Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Time's up.
Hand off your meat, chefs.
We finished!
We finished the burgers!
Hooray for Bob.
He managed to somehow do
what he does
every day for a living.
What a champion.
That's my Bobby!
Chefs.
Pre...
sent your burgers to the judges.
Looks like the judges
are tasting Jimmy
Pesto's burger first.
Let's see how he...
oh, oh, they are spitting it out.
Oh, it's cool.
Hey, two-for-one pizza night
Wednesdays, karaoke Tuesdays,
trivia Thursdays. We never card.
Come on down!
Thank you, Jimmy.
Spitting it out... bad sign.
You can probably go.
Ah... come on, Trev.
Hey, I'm sorry I was
so hard on you.
Things got a little heated.
And not just 'cause
of your heat lamp.
Ah... you said "hard."
I did. Up top.
All right, now they're
tasting Bob's idiot burger.
Get ready for another spit-out.
This is...
fantastic.
The meat is seasoned perfectly,
and this black garlic is...
Oh! Oh...
This has exquisite mouth feel.
Bobby, they loved it!
That one's creepy,
but he loved it.
Oh, my God. Did we just win?
I mean, they still haven't
had Skip's burger, but...
And now the last,
but most likely the best,
from the Cinnamon Stallion,
Skip Marooch.
This is...
amazing.
This chutney is absolutely,
mmm, oh...
Exceptional mouth feel.
Hmm. It might be a little closer
than I thought. Okay. Okay, Bob.
You got a "fantastic"
and an "ooh,"
but he got an "amazing"
and a really weird moan.
And he liked both
your mouth feels.
I'd say it's a tight race.
And now
the judges will deliberate.
Cue deliberating music, please.
You know what? I did my best,
I held my own with Skip,
and no matter what happens, Lin,
- I feel pretty good.
- And the winner is
Skip Marooch!
Oh, my God, I feel bad. Oh-oh.
Ah, damn it! Piece of garbage!
How could we lose?!
Are you kidding me?!
Okay. Okay.
Ah, it's shaped like a burger!
I get it!
I'm so excited!
Skip Marooch, handsomest chef.
What about me?
Great emcee.
Gonna go have
a plate of shrimp,
a 20-ounce beer
and a massage,
from my friend,
Hank the masseuse...
Oh, my God.
Sorry you lost, Dad.
Maybe if I'd gotten you
the black garlic sooner,
you would have won.
No, no.
We made the best burger we could,
but we lost, and that's okay.
I don't need an excuse.
I guess Skip was just more
charismatic and likeable, Dad.
That's right.
No! I don't need an excuse.
Either way, I'm sorry.
Listen, Gene.
You may get distracted
from time to time,
but I love you
and I love who you are.
And what matters
most is... Gene?
Gene, are you listening?!
I am. I am. I love you.
I love you, too.
But what are those people doing
waiting in front of the restaurant?
Hmm. People don't wait
for our restaurant.
Maybe they all need
to use the bathroom.
Hey, get out of here!
Go pee in the bushes
like normal people.
Are you guys open?
We want to try
that black garlic burger.
Can I have a black
garlic burger, too?
Skip?
What the hell? Yeah.
You want to try my burger?
Yeah, I smelt it,
and now I want you to dealt it.
Into my mouth.
Come on in.
W-We just need a few minutes
to get the grill going.
Gene, you want to
go start the grill?
Nope. My day off starts now.
And I will be spending the next
24 hours at the Hot Fudge Car Wash.
Bye-bye.
Oh. Gene!
Yeah? Did you just say
"Hot Fudge Car Wash"?
I did. My day off starts now, too.
Bye-bye.
Whoa, whoa, wait.
We have customers.
Sorry, Dad. I have to go
see a car wash about a fudge.
Get Mommy a to-go bucket.
* Hot Fudge Car Wash *
* Hot Fudge Car Wash *
* Hot, hot, hot, hot fudge *
* Mmm *
* Hot Fudge Car Wash *
* Hot Fudge Car Wash *
* Hot, hot, hot, hot fudge *
* Hot Fudge Car Wash *
* Hot, hot, hot, hot fudge *
* Hot Fudge Car Wash *
* Ooh... hot fudge! *
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