Hey Arnold! (1996–2004): Season 1, Episode 6 - Heat/Snow - full transcript
With fourteen beautiful inches of powdery snow, a blizzard has transformed Arnold's city into a winter play-land. But with the list of chores Grandpa has handed him, it could be July before he gets to play in it.
MAN: Here we go.
HELGA: Arnold!
(YOWLING)
(BARKING)
Hey, Arnold!
(CRASHING)
(SCREAMS)
Hey, Arnold!
Arnold.
Arnold.
(SIREN WAILING)
Arnold.
Arnold.
Move it, football head!
ALL: Hey, Arnold!
(WIND GUSTING)
(ALARM RINGING)
Hey, Arnold. Hey, Arnold.
Hey, Arnold. Hey, Arnold.
(OVER RADIO) ♪ Cool jazz ♪
NED: It's 7:00 on MJZZ.
And here's the weather report,
as if you didn't know,
we're still in the middle
of a heat wave.
Today's gonna be another
scorcher, cats and chicks,
for highs in the low hundreds.
Above all, try to stay cool.
(HORNS HONKING)
(INDISTINCT YELLING)
MAN: You stupid...
I gotta get a windshield.
(SNORING, GROWLING)
Not today, Rufus.
Please, it's too darn hot.
HAROLD: Ah!
So what if the door can't
be opened from the inside?
This is the life!
(LIGHTS FLICKERING)
Hey, move it, man.
It's my turn.
(FLIES BUZZING)
NED: And we'll be back with
more of that much-needed
cool school jazz
after this news.
City-wide sanitation
strike continues,
as garbage collection
takes a holiday.
In other news,
dissident filmmaker
remains under house arrest.
More at 11:00.
Arnold, a little cold air.
Is that so much to ask?
Is it?
(SIGHS)
I can't stand it,
Arnold.
It's hotter than blazes.
I'm a grandma
with a husband,
a young grandson,
and a boarding house
full of people to be
responsible for.
Tsk. (SIGHS)
ARNOLD: This heat is so crazy,
it's got Grandma
acting normal.
(WHIRRING)
I'm telling ya,
one good shot
with my wrecking ball,
and we can get
ourselves some Grade A
cross-ventilation going here.
Nobody's knocking
down any walls,
ya hot-headed loony.
This thing's keeping us
plenty cool enough.
(AIR CONDITIONER SPUTTERS)
Oh, great. What is this?
A brown-out or what?
Would you do something?
I'm melting here.
Now, now.
Everyone calm down.
In these modern times,
there's always a smart
high-tech solution
to problems like these.
Arnold, run down
to the store
and get us some ice.
(DOOR BEEPING)
Do you have any ice?
Aisle five.
(SIGHS)
(DOOR BEEPING)
Hey, Arnold,
what's that?
No time to talk now, Gerald.
I gotta get this ice
inside before it...
Melts.
Oh, no. What am I gonna do?
Well, I'll tell you
one thing I wouldn't do.
I wouldn't go back
in there empty-handed.
Oh, come on, Gerald.
These people are my family.
They won't get mad at me
over a lousy bag of ice.
GRANDPA: What? No ice?
Why you...
(ALL YELLING)
Come on, let's get
out of here!
(SIGHS) We gotta
do something, Gerald.
I don't know how much
longer I'm gonna last.
Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(YELLING)
Yeah! Whoo-hoo!
All right!
Hey!
(SIGHS)
(SIRENS WAILING)
(FIRE CRACKLES)
Now what are we gonna do?
A movie?
That's a great idea.
It sure would
be cool in there.
I wonder what's playing.
GERALD: The Day
the Sun Exploded?
ARNOLD: Invasion
of the People Melters?
BOTH: Hotter than the Sun?
(GROANS)
Oh, no.
Look at that line.
I know!
(CHILDREN CHATTERING)
Oh, no!
Hey, mister, make room.
Forget it, kid.
You're too late.
Besides, the water's
not even cold.
I don't care. Let me in.
Come on, let me in.
Come on, Arnold.
Just forget about it.
Oh, we're gonna
die, Gerald.
That's all there is to it.
We're just gonna keep sweating
until there's nothing left.
Hey, look!
(INDISTINCT YELLING)
You can't do this to us.
It's not human.
Hey, free market
economics, kid.
Haven't you ever heard
of supply and demand?
Yeah, well, I demand
that you supply me
with some ice-cream,
before I knock
your teeth out.
(ALL YELLING)
BOY: Come on!
What's going on?
Price gouging.
The jerk's charging 20 bucks
for a scoop of ice-cream.
Twenty bucks?
Well, actually,
rum-raisin is only 15,
but he wants 30
for cookie dough.
But that's no fair.
I'll take a snow cone.
$18.
All I have is 70 cents.
What'll that get me?
(LAUGHS) Nothing!
ARNOLD: Hey!
(GRUNTS) Let me tell you
a little bit
about my day,
Mr. Jolly Olly Man.
The brown-out shut down
my air conditioner.
My bag of ice melted
before I could get it home.
I couldn't get into
the movie theater,
or the city pool.
And, now, when I finally found
a little relief from the heat,
a little ice-cream,
you snatch it away.
You better sell me some
ice-cream at a fair price,
or face the consequences.
You can't do anything,
you're just a kid.
Oh, yeah?
(CHANTING)
No ice-cream, no peace!
No ice-cream, no peace!
No ice-cream, no peace!
ALL: No ice-cream, no peace!
No ice-cream, no peace!
No ice-cream, no peace!
No ice-cream, no peace!
Oh, my love is so brave.
No ice-cream, no peace!
No ice-cream, no peace!
No ice-cream, no peace!
No ice-cream, no peace!
Uh-oh, Arnold. I think
you started something.
ALL: No ice-cream, no peace!
No ice-cream, no peace!
No ice-cream, no peace!
We've had enough!
We want our ice-cream,
and we want it at a price
we kids can afford.
You said it, sister!
That's right.
And if we don't get it,
we're gonna do
something really bad.
(ALL SHOUTING)
Arnold, what is she
talking about?
I don't know.
(SHOUTING CONTINUES)
Okay, okay!
You can have
rum raisin for 10.
Let's turn over the truck!
BOY: Yeah!
(ALL YELLING)
(TRUCK RATTLING)
No, wait till I get
down, you dopes.
Morons.
Okay, let's do it!
(ALL CHEERING)
Yeah, let's turn it over.
(SPITS)
(BONE CRACKS)
Ooh!
(GROANS) Is there
a doctor in the house?
Dude, we gotta
do something.
Me?
Yeah, you started this.
ALL: Flip the truck!
Flip the truck!
Flip the truck!
Flip the truck!
(GULPS)
Excuse me.
I said, excuse me.
Excuse me!
Look, you have a right
to be angry.
But we can't let the heat
make us that crazy.
The Jolly Olly Man
is our friend.
Harold, have you forgotten
that time he sold you
that slightly damaged
snowcone at half-price?
And, Helga.
What about those
chocolate-covered bubblegum
drumsticks you love?
Doesn't he always
have them in stock?
And, Eugene.
Didn't he help you
that time you were choking
on your favorite
rainbow turbo pops?
I really, really
need a doctor.
The heat is turning us
against each other.
Jolly Olly Man
against kids,
kids against
Jolly Olly Man.
It's the heat,
don't you see?
This has to stop.
What do you say?
Flip the truck!
(ALL CHEERING)
ALL: Flip the truck!
Flip the truck!
Well, I gave it
my best shot.
Flip the truck!
(ALL YELLING)
Flip the truck!
Flip the truck!
Flip the truck!
Flip the truck!
What are we gonna do?
I don't know.
(YELLING CONTINUES)
Hey.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Flip the truck!
Flip the truck.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(ALL CHEERING)
It's a miracle!
(LAUGHING, CHEERING)
I am outta here.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Got a little crazy
back there, didn't it?
Don't blame yourself,
Arnold.
It was the heat.
Well, it's nice to have
things back to normal.
NED: (ON RADIO)
And the forecast
is rain, rain, rain,
for the rest
of the week, kids.
We're predicting
massive floods,
with winds gusting
to 60 miles an hour.
So put away that
garden hose, cats,
don't bother
watering the cactus.
(WIND BLOWING)
(OVER RADIO) ♪ MJZZ
♪ Cool jazz ♪
First snow of the season.
Eh, first snow of the season.
Hey!
(LAUGHING)
Dagnabit, darn kids!
Crack-a-jackin', concern,
you good for nothing,
jitterbugging,
reese-bopping, jim-jazz,
flip-flopping...
NED: And we're back
with more of that
straight ahead jazz
after this weather report.
How about that crazy
blizzard last night, kids?
The city's buried
in 14 inches of powder,
and you're in
the middle of it.
School closures,
school closures.
Come on, school closures.
NED: And now, for that list
of school closures.
Yes! Let's go, P.S. 118.
NED: P.S. 112, closed.
P.S. 113, closed.
P.S. 114, 115, 116, 117.
Hmm, can't quite
read this next one.
118, 118.
NED: Oh, yeah.
P.S. 118, closed.
Yes, yeah!
Better make a list.
Hmm, wrap the pipes,
fix the heater,
shovel the sidewalk,
defrost the refrigerator.
Go sledding,
start a snowball fight.
Carve ice sculptures,
make snow angels...
Clean the garage,
salt the sidewalk,
de-ice the windshield,
change the filters,
mount the snow tires...
Make a snowman,
build an igloo.
Ooh! Uh, sorry, Grandpa.
What's your hurry, Nanook?
Gerald's meeting me at
the corner to go sledding.
The whole city's
one giant sled hill, Grandpa.
Mmm, one giant traffic jam,
if you ask me.
Have a good time.
Thanks, see ya.
'Course, before you go,
I could use a little help
shovelling the walk.
Sure, how long
could that take?
(GRUNTS)
(DOG BARKING)
(BARKING)
(KIDS SQUEALING)
Yep, life isn't all fun,
you know. (GRUNTS)
It's not some turkey shoot.
You gotta work
once in a while.
That's the trouble
with our society.
(GRUNTS) No work ethic.
Hee-yah! Must rescue
the missionaries.
On, team! On, team!
Hee-yah!
GERALD: Hey, Arnold.
Here's your sled.
Let's hit the hill.
Um, I'll catch up to you
as soon as we're done
shoveling the sidewalk.
Okay, man.
I hope you make it
before spring.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ I hate the snow,
I hate the snow
♪ I hate the rain,
and I hate the sleet
♪ Man, I sure do
hate the snow
♪ Feet are froze,
and my toes are, too
♪ I hate...
Whoa!
♪ I hate the snow,
I hate the snow ♪
(LAUGHING)
What are you rotten
brats up to now?
You better not be
throwing snowballs
at city buses again!
We're not.
(LAUGHING)
Bus!
(SCREAMS) I can't see!
We're all gonna die!
(PIG GRUNTS)
Well, short man, that's...
(CRASHING)
Must rescue the missionaries!
On, team! On, team!
Hee-yah!
(KIDS SHOUTING PLAYFULLY)
HAROLD: Come on, Eugene!
You can do it.
You can do it.
Okay, here goes.
(CHEERING)
Look out below!
Whee!
(SCREAMS)
(KIDS CHEERING)
(SNOW RUMBLING)
I'm okay.
(SMOOCHING)
Dumb football-headed
snowman.
(SIGHS) Well, boy,
that's it.
That's it? Great!
I'll just get my sled
and I'm gonna go.
(THUDDING)
Hey, the furnace is out.
I'm freezing.
This is nothing.
You should have been here
in the winter of '49,
if you want real cold.
I don't care. I was
in Vietnam in 1949.
Plus, I wasn't born yet.
You fix my pipes,
or no rent.
Will you stop your yapping?
All right, all right.
I said all right.
(KIDS LAUGHING)
All right, then.
I'll fix the furnace,
and you can wrap the pipes.
(SIGHS)
(STEAM HISSING)
First snow
of the season, huh?
Hey, Arnold.
Arnold, it's almost 2:00.
The snow's starting
to melt.
There's work to do,
Gerald. I can't go.
Come on, you've been
working all day.
Give it a rest.
Life isn't all fun,
Gerald.
It's not some turkey shoot.
You gotta work
once in a while.
That's the trouble
with our society.
No work ethic.
(KIDS CHATTERING)
(BELLS CHIMING)
GRANDPA:
That's the trouble
with our society.
No work ethic.
(DOG BARKING)
(LAUGHING)
Let the game begin!
Ice rink!
(KIDS CHATTERING)
(CHEERING AND WHOOPING)
(KIDS CHEERING)
GRANDPA PHIL: Hey, Nanook.
Get out here.
We need a forward.
Let the game begin!
(ALL CHEERING)
One side! Come on,
I'll take you all on.
(LAUGHS)
Go ahead, try
and get through me.
Get him!
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
Hyah!
One side, shrimp bait!
(GASPS)
Hyah!
(PUCK THUDS)
(KIDS CHEERING)
(LAUGHING)
That's the problem
with society today.
What, we got no work ethic?
No, you got no play ethic.
You sure
this is okay, Grandpa?
Okay? 'Course it's okay.
(LAUGHING)
(LAUGHING)
(INDISTINCT YELLING)
(THUDS)
(ALL CHEERING)
(LAUGHING)
(GASPS)
(GRUNTS)
Hmm.
(ALL CHEERING)
BOY: Oh, man!
(PUCK THUDS)
Yay! (LAUGHS)
HELGA: Arnold!
(YOWLING)
(BARKING)
Hey, Arnold!
(CRASHING)
(SCREAMS)
Hey, Arnold!
Arnold.
Arnold.
(SIREN WAILING)
Arnold.
Arnold.
Move it, football head!
ALL: Hey, Arnold!
(WIND GUSTING)
(ALARM RINGING)
Hey, Arnold. Hey, Arnold.
Hey, Arnold. Hey, Arnold.
(OVER RADIO) ♪ Cool jazz ♪
NED: It's 7:00 on MJZZ.
And here's the weather report,
as if you didn't know,
we're still in the middle
of a heat wave.
Today's gonna be another
scorcher, cats and chicks,
for highs in the low hundreds.
Above all, try to stay cool.
(HORNS HONKING)
(INDISTINCT YELLING)
MAN: You stupid...
I gotta get a windshield.
(SNORING, GROWLING)
Not today, Rufus.
Please, it's too darn hot.
HAROLD: Ah!
So what if the door can't
be opened from the inside?
This is the life!
(LIGHTS FLICKERING)
Hey, move it, man.
It's my turn.
(FLIES BUZZING)
NED: And we'll be back with
more of that much-needed
cool school jazz
after this news.
City-wide sanitation
strike continues,
as garbage collection
takes a holiday.
In other news,
dissident filmmaker
remains under house arrest.
More at 11:00.
Arnold, a little cold air.
Is that so much to ask?
Is it?
(SIGHS)
I can't stand it,
Arnold.
It's hotter than blazes.
I'm a grandma
with a husband,
a young grandson,
and a boarding house
full of people to be
responsible for.
Tsk. (SIGHS)
ARNOLD: This heat is so crazy,
it's got Grandma
acting normal.
(WHIRRING)
I'm telling ya,
one good shot
with my wrecking ball,
and we can get
ourselves some Grade A
cross-ventilation going here.
Nobody's knocking
down any walls,
ya hot-headed loony.
This thing's keeping us
plenty cool enough.
(AIR CONDITIONER SPUTTERS)
Oh, great. What is this?
A brown-out or what?
Would you do something?
I'm melting here.
Now, now.
Everyone calm down.
In these modern times,
there's always a smart
high-tech solution
to problems like these.
Arnold, run down
to the store
and get us some ice.
(DOOR BEEPING)
Do you have any ice?
Aisle five.
(SIGHS)
(DOOR BEEPING)
Hey, Arnold,
what's that?
No time to talk now, Gerald.
I gotta get this ice
inside before it...
Melts.
Oh, no. What am I gonna do?
Well, I'll tell you
one thing I wouldn't do.
I wouldn't go back
in there empty-handed.
Oh, come on, Gerald.
These people are my family.
They won't get mad at me
over a lousy bag of ice.
GRANDPA: What? No ice?
Why you...
(ALL YELLING)
Come on, let's get
out of here!
(SIGHS) We gotta
do something, Gerald.
I don't know how much
longer I'm gonna last.
Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(YELLING)
Yeah! Whoo-hoo!
All right!
Hey!
(SIGHS)
(SIRENS WAILING)
(FIRE CRACKLES)
Now what are we gonna do?
A movie?
That's a great idea.
It sure would
be cool in there.
I wonder what's playing.
GERALD: The Day
the Sun Exploded?
ARNOLD: Invasion
of the People Melters?
BOTH: Hotter than the Sun?
(GROANS)
Oh, no.
Look at that line.
I know!
(CHILDREN CHATTERING)
Oh, no!
Hey, mister, make room.
Forget it, kid.
You're too late.
Besides, the water's
not even cold.
I don't care. Let me in.
Come on, let me in.
Come on, Arnold.
Just forget about it.
Oh, we're gonna
die, Gerald.
That's all there is to it.
We're just gonna keep sweating
until there's nothing left.
Hey, look!
(INDISTINCT YELLING)
You can't do this to us.
It's not human.
Hey, free market
economics, kid.
Haven't you ever heard
of supply and demand?
Yeah, well, I demand
that you supply me
with some ice-cream,
before I knock
your teeth out.
(ALL YELLING)
BOY: Come on!
What's going on?
Price gouging.
The jerk's charging 20 bucks
for a scoop of ice-cream.
Twenty bucks?
Well, actually,
rum-raisin is only 15,
but he wants 30
for cookie dough.
But that's no fair.
I'll take a snow cone.
$18.
All I have is 70 cents.
What'll that get me?
(LAUGHS) Nothing!
ARNOLD: Hey!
(GRUNTS) Let me tell you
a little bit
about my day,
Mr. Jolly Olly Man.
The brown-out shut down
my air conditioner.
My bag of ice melted
before I could get it home.
I couldn't get into
the movie theater,
or the city pool.
And, now, when I finally found
a little relief from the heat,
a little ice-cream,
you snatch it away.
You better sell me some
ice-cream at a fair price,
or face the consequences.
You can't do anything,
you're just a kid.
Oh, yeah?
(CHANTING)
No ice-cream, no peace!
No ice-cream, no peace!
No ice-cream, no peace!
ALL: No ice-cream, no peace!
No ice-cream, no peace!
No ice-cream, no peace!
No ice-cream, no peace!
Oh, my love is so brave.
No ice-cream, no peace!
No ice-cream, no peace!
No ice-cream, no peace!
No ice-cream, no peace!
Uh-oh, Arnold. I think
you started something.
ALL: No ice-cream, no peace!
No ice-cream, no peace!
No ice-cream, no peace!
We've had enough!
We want our ice-cream,
and we want it at a price
we kids can afford.
You said it, sister!
That's right.
And if we don't get it,
we're gonna do
something really bad.
(ALL SHOUTING)
Arnold, what is she
talking about?
I don't know.
(SHOUTING CONTINUES)
Okay, okay!
You can have
rum raisin for 10.
Let's turn over the truck!
BOY: Yeah!
(ALL YELLING)
(TRUCK RATTLING)
No, wait till I get
down, you dopes.
Morons.
Okay, let's do it!
(ALL CHEERING)
Yeah, let's turn it over.
(SPITS)
(BONE CRACKS)
Ooh!
(GROANS) Is there
a doctor in the house?
Dude, we gotta
do something.
Me?
Yeah, you started this.
ALL: Flip the truck!
Flip the truck!
Flip the truck!
Flip the truck!
(GULPS)
Excuse me.
I said, excuse me.
Excuse me!
Look, you have a right
to be angry.
But we can't let the heat
make us that crazy.
The Jolly Olly Man
is our friend.
Harold, have you forgotten
that time he sold you
that slightly damaged
snowcone at half-price?
And, Helga.
What about those
chocolate-covered bubblegum
drumsticks you love?
Doesn't he always
have them in stock?
And, Eugene.
Didn't he help you
that time you were choking
on your favorite
rainbow turbo pops?
I really, really
need a doctor.
The heat is turning us
against each other.
Jolly Olly Man
against kids,
kids against
Jolly Olly Man.
It's the heat,
don't you see?
This has to stop.
What do you say?
Flip the truck!
(ALL CHEERING)
ALL: Flip the truck!
Flip the truck!
Well, I gave it
my best shot.
Flip the truck!
(ALL YELLING)
Flip the truck!
Flip the truck!
Flip the truck!
Flip the truck!
What are we gonna do?
I don't know.
(YELLING CONTINUES)
Hey.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Flip the truck!
Flip the truck.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(ALL CHEERING)
It's a miracle!
(LAUGHING, CHEERING)
I am outta here.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Got a little crazy
back there, didn't it?
Don't blame yourself,
Arnold.
It was the heat.
Well, it's nice to have
things back to normal.
NED: (ON RADIO)
And the forecast
is rain, rain, rain,
for the rest
of the week, kids.
We're predicting
massive floods,
with winds gusting
to 60 miles an hour.
So put away that
garden hose, cats,
don't bother
watering the cactus.
(WIND BLOWING)
(OVER RADIO) ♪ MJZZ
♪ Cool jazz ♪
First snow of the season.
Eh, first snow of the season.
Hey!
(LAUGHING)
Dagnabit, darn kids!
Crack-a-jackin', concern,
you good for nothing,
jitterbugging,
reese-bopping, jim-jazz,
flip-flopping...
NED: And we're back
with more of that
straight ahead jazz
after this weather report.
How about that crazy
blizzard last night, kids?
The city's buried
in 14 inches of powder,
and you're in
the middle of it.
School closures,
school closures.
Come on, school closures.
NED: And now, for that list
of school closures.
Yes! Let's go, P.S. 118.
NED: P.S. 112, closed.
P.S. 113, closed.
P.S. 114, 115, 116, 117.
Hmm, can't quite
read this next one.
118, 118.
NED: Oh, yeah.
P.S. 118, closed.
Yes, yeah!
Better make a list.
Hmm, wrap the pipes,
fix the heater,
shovel the sidewalk,
defrost the refrigerator.
Go sledding,
start a snowball fight.
Carve ice sculptures,
make snow angels...
Clean the garage,
salt the sidewalk,
de-ice the windshield,
change the filters,
mount the snow tires...
Make a snowman,
build an igloo.
Ooh! Uh, sorry, Grandpa.
What's your hurry, Nanook?
Gerald's meeting me at
the corner to go sledding.
The whole city's
one giant sled hill, Grandpa.
Mmm, one giant traffic jam,
if you ask me.
Have a good time.
Thanks, see ya.
'Course, before you go,
I could use a little help
shovelling the walk.
Sure, how long
could that take?
(GRUNTS)
(DOG BARKING)
(BARKING)
(KIDS SQUEALING)
Yep, life isn't all fun,
you know. (GRUNTS)
It's not some turkey shoot.
You gotta work
once in a while.
That's the trouble
with our society.
(GRUNTS) No work ethic.
Hee-yah! Must rescue
the missionaries.
On, team! On, team!
Hee-yah!
GERALD: Hey, Arnold.
Here's your sled.
Let's hit the hill.
Um, I'll catch up to you
as soon as we're done
shoveling the sidewalk.
Okay, man.
I hope you make it
before spring.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ I hate the snow,
I hate the snow
♪ I hate the rain,
and I hate the sleet
♪ Man, I sure do
hate the snow
♪ Feet are froze,
and my toes are, too
♪ I hate...
Whoa!
♪ I hate the snow,
I hate the snow ♪
(LAUGHING)
What are you rotten
brats up to now?
You better not be
throwing snowballs
at city buses again!
We're not.
(LAUGHING)
Bus!
(SCREAMS) I can't see!
We're all gonna die!
(PIG GRUNTS)
Well, short man, that's...
(CRASHING)
Must rescue the missionaries!
On, team! On, team!
Hee-yah!
(KIDS SHOUTING PLAYFULLY)
HAROLD: Come on, Eugene!
You can do it.
You can do it.
Okay, here goes.
(CHEERING)
Look out below!
Whee!
(SCREAMS)
(KIDS CHEERING)
(SNOW RUMBLING)
I'm okay.
(SMOOCHING)
Dumb football-headed
snowman.
(SIGHS) Well, boy,
that's it.
That's it? Great!
I'll just get my sled
and I'm gonna go.
(THUDDING)
Hey, the furnace is out.
I'm freezing.
This is nothing.
You should have been here
in the winter of '49,
if you want real cold.
I don't care. I was
in Vietnam in 1949.
Plus, I wasn't born yet.
You fix my pipes,
or no rent.
Will you stop your yapping?
All right, all right.
I said all right.
(KIDS LAUGHING)
All right, then.
I'll fix the furnace,
and you can wrap the pipes.
(SIGHS)
(STEAM HISSING)
First snow
of the season, huh?
Hey, Arnold.
Arnold, it's almost 2:00.
The snow's starting
to melt.
There's work to do,
Gerald. I can't go.
Come on, you've been
working all day.
Give it a rest.
Life isn't all fun,
Gerald.
It's not some turkey shoot.
You gotta work
once in a while.
That's the trouble
with our society.
No work ethic.
(KIDS CHATTERING)
(BELLS CHIMING)
GRANDPA:
That's the trouble
with our society.
No work ethic.
(DOG BARKING)
(LAUGHING)
Let the game begin!
Ice rink!
(KIDS CHATTERING)
(CHEERING AND WHOOPING)
(KIDS CHEERING)
GRANDPA PHIL: Hey, Nanook.
Get out here.
We need a forward.
Let the game begin!
(ALL CHEERING)
One side! Come on,
I'll take you all on.
(LAUGHS)
Go ahead, try
and get through me.
Get him!
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
Hyah!
One side, shrimp bait!
(GASPS)
Hyah!
(PUCK THUDS)
(KIDS CHEERING)
(LAUGHING)
That's the problem
with society today.
What, we got no work ethic?
No, you got no play ethic.
You sure
this is okay, Grandpa?
Okay? 'Course it's okay.
(LAUGHING)
(LAUGHING)
(INDISTINCT YELLING)
(THUDS)
(ALL CHEERING)
(LAUGHING)
(GASPS)
(GRUNTS)
Hmm.
(ALL CHEERING)
BOY: Oh, man!
(PUCK THUDS)
Yay! (LAUGHS)