My Dad the Rock Star (2003–2004): Season 1, Episode 13 - Going for Broke - full transcript

♪ It’s so hard ♪

♪ Just to feel normal

♪ When everyone is completely

paranormal ♪

♪ And everything is totally

deranged ♪

♪ And you’re the only one who’s

sane ♪

♪ Sometimes it gets

so unbearable ♪

♪ But mostly I feel



unbelievable ♪

♪ And I’m a freak ’cause my dad

is a rock star ♪

♪ Yeah

♪ My dad is a rock star

♪ That’s it, the party’s over ♪

♪ Turn off the lights, I’m

leaving the stage ♪

♪ I just wanna get

a little more control ♪

♪ So nobody can tell me what to

do ♪

♪ Sometimes it gets

so unbearable ♪



♪ But mostly I feel

unbelievable ♪

♪ And I’m a freak, ’cause my dad

is a rock star ♪

♪ Yeah

♪ My dad is a rock star

♪ Yeah, yeah

♪

Ah-whoo!

♪

PA: Attention, shoppers.

All glassware is now half

price.

ROCK: Ready to rock, Skunk?

Yeah.

♪

(Glass shattering)

PA: Attention, shoppers.

The sale on glassware is now

over.

(Both whistling innocently)

Ugh, would it be too much to

ask for this place to carry

designer labels?

(Sighing)

This will just have to do.

You know, Serenity, a frown

is just a positive energy

imprint turned upside down.

Now, what say we hit the shoe

department before lunch?

Mom, you always know just

what to say.

WILLY: My dad says a day

without video games is a day

wasted.

Willy, my man, have I ever

told you how wicked cool your

parents are?

Twenty times since we got

here.

Yeah, well, it’s true.

They’re okay, I guess.

Then again, you don’t have to

live with them.

At least your dad has lots

of free time on his hands.

Try having a government

accountant for a father.

Man, he’s all work and

no...play.

The new Mega Sea X game?

Sold!

Wanna come over for dinner and

play a few rounds?

Sounds like a plan, yo.

But I gotta clear it with my dad

first.

(Phone ringing)

Lawrence Nesralla speaking.

QUINCY: Hey, Dad.

Quincy.

I’m a little busy here.

What can I do for you, son?

Is it cool if I have dinner

over at a friend’s house?

And, uh, which friend would

this be?

Willy...Zilla.

Oh, I don’t like you spending

too much time with those

rock-star types.

Come on, Dad.

Please?

Fine.

Thanks, Pop.

Later.

Rock Zilla.

Good gracious.

WOMAN: Lawrence, is that

sensitive paperwork ready to be

processed?

Uh, yes, it’s all ready to

go, ma’am.

Fine.

Carry on.

Willy!

Just in time.

Hey, Dad.

Nice haul.

Another lame video game?

Why am I not surprised?

Caitlin?

Aw, man.

We would have to end up in your

lane.

Quincy, your sister works

here?

Yup.

Whack as that may be, she

insisted on having a part-time

job.

You mean she works here on

purpose?

Ugh, that is sad on so many

levels.

(Beeping)

Sorry, I’m afraid your credit

card has been declined.

Daddy?

Plenty more where that came

from.

That’s the last one, Mr.

Zilla.

They’ve all been declined.

Wait, I’ve got more in the

limo.

(Groaning)

Dad, maybe it’s not the

cards.

It could just be a bank glitch.

ROCK: Right, a bank glitch.

I’ll take care of it the second

we get home.

Oh, according to this, our

estate and all property within

is being held by the government

until further notice.

Weird.

Well, until we figure this

thing out you can all bunk in

the tour bus with me.

Eh, just like old times.

(Helicopter whirring)

Right.

Well, look on the bright side.

We still have the limo.

Maybe you should check with

the bank, Dad.

Good point, Willy.

I’ll check on the ol’ Swiss

account right now.

Huh?

Looks like they shut down our

phone service too.

Guess I’ll just have to do this

old-school.

Uh, anybody got a quarter?

BANKER: Oh, Mr. Zilla, I’m

sure this is nothing more than a

terrible mix-up.

ROCK: A mix-up?

Oh, I wouldn’t pull the knots

out of your lederhosen just yet.

I’m doing everything I can, but

until this is sorted out I’m

afraid your accounts will remain

frozen and you’ll have

absolutely no access to, ha, ha,

any of your money.

Okay.

Well, what did he say, Daddy?

It’s like this, princess:

we’re broke.

(Screaming)

Uh-oh.

Well, that could have gone

better.

CRYSTAL: Hey, come on, this

could be great.

Just think of it as an exciting

new chapter in the book of

Zilla.

A whole new frontier to explore.

Nice speech, but, like, where

are we gonna live?

No problem.

I’ll just call in a favour from

one of my many friends.

Hello, can I speak to Mick,

please?

On tour?

Six months?

Talk about milking it.

Okay, thanks.

Just a momentary setback.

(Humming)

Hey, is this Lenny?

Locked in his bedroom?

Three months?

Okay.

Tell him to call me when he gets

out.

Really, burned to the ground?

Witness relocation program?

That must have been some

tornado.

Did you say "exiled"?

(Sighing)

Well, that’s the whole rolodex.

Yo, why don’t you all just

come stay with me and my family?

WILLY: I don’t know, Q.

Are you sure that’s such a good

plan?

Are you kidding?

Ha, my folks would love to have

you.

Absolutely not.

Please?

It took me months to convince

our homeowners’ association to

make this neighbourhood quieter

and more exclusive than ever.

And now you want me to open our

doors to the one family who

could destroy that?

♪

(Laughing)

I don’t think so.

Okay, fine.

I just figured since you taught

me to always help my fellow

man...

Quincy does have a point,

dear.

But, I mean, uh...

Fine.

They can stay in the garage, for

a few days.

Great, ’cause they’re already

here.

There goes the neighbourhood.

It’s perfect.

Thanks, Mr. Nesralla.

Just...make yourself

at...home.

Thanks, gov.

I’ll have this place looking

like a palace in no time.

You rule.

I just know the two of us are

gonna be great pals.

Well, gang, it ain’t a

four-star resort, but it sure

feels like home to me.

(Rock yelling)

(Doorbell ringing)

Ah, oh, Mr. Barnsworth.

A visit from the president of

the homeowners’ association?

Ha, I’m-I’m honoured.

It’s not a social visit.

Who were those people I saw here

earlier?

Oh, um, uh, just some, uh,

ahem, friends who’ll be, uh,

staying awhile, you know.

All long-term houseguests

must be cleared by me.

You know the rules.

Uh, well, it’s-it’s just

that, um--

Look out!

(Yowling)

Oh, get it off me!

I’m really sorry.

It’s just his way of saying

hello.

Lawrence, you’ve always been

a perfect fit for this quiet

little neighbourhood.

And I’d sure hate to see that

change now.

So, heh, that went pretty

well, huh?

If the Zillas screw up my

good standing with the

homeowners’ association, not

only are they back out on the

street, but you can forget about

associating with Willy Zilla

ever again.

Understood?

(Power saw whirring)

What’s that?

What?

It’s that roadie and he’s got

our power tools.

You did say, "Make yourself

at home," dear.

Not at 6:00 in the morning,

I didn’t.

(TV playing)

Morning, Dad.

Hi, Mr. Nesralla

ROCK: Hey, Larry.

Sleep well?

It’s Lawrence, and, no, I

didn’t.

Really?

I slept like a baby, baby, baby.

Going to work?

Can I come with?

Sorry, Take a Rock Star to

Work Day was last week.

Wait up,amigo.

I’ll walk you out.

Your dad seemed pretty mad

last night.

Think he’d really stop us from

being friends?

Not if we play our cards

right, bro.

We just need to avoid any major

disasters.

SERENITY: Who do you think

you are?

It’s my house, I’m first.

Uh-uh, I’m first.

Man, we are doomed.

Don’t worry, they have plenty

in common.

They just don’t know it yet.

Ew, time for a touch-up,

handsome.

That’s more like it.

Who’s the rock star?

Ah-whoo!

(Shower running)

Three, two, one.

Showtime.

(Screaming)

Help.

Emergency over.

So, like, do you wanna go

shopping or something?

I can’t.

We’re going through this whole

"We’re poor" phase right now.

No problem.

I’ll teach you a whole new

concept: window shopping.

It worked.

(Doorbell ringing)

Mr. Barnsworth.

What up, sir?

There’s been a noise

complaint.

What?

No way.

Power tools, 6 in the

morning, ring any bells, young

man?

Sir, we’d never, ever

violate the neighbourhood noise

limit.

♪

The...stereo volume knob

must be broken.

I’ll go stop him--

Uh, I mean it.

It won’t happen again, sir.

See to it that it doesn’t.

Next time, you’ll be written up

and your father’s perfect record

will be permanently marred.

(Chuckling nervously)

(Door slamming)

(Music stopping)

Good thinking, Willy.

I do need to work on my

unplugged set.

Dad, where did you get

that-that thing?

Pretty rockin’, huh?

Skunk made it from scratch.

And check out the old amp.

This baby’s a classic.

But it’s still got some kick.

♪

(Grunting)

What happened to my house?

MOTHER: It’s feng shui,

dear.

By moving the furniture, I’ve

focussed my aura and massaged my

inner chi.

Or something like that.

But-But-But what?

But I--

Crystal’s really opened my

eyes to new possibilities.

I have never felt so energized.

CAITLIN: What do you think,

Daddy?

(Screaming)

Serenity says I need a nose ring

to really accentuate the new

look.

She even helped me pick one out.

No, this can’t be happening.

The Zillas have brainwashed my

family!

Oh!

What’s all this, then?

Just watching the latest

episode of When Good Ideas Go

Horribly Wrong.

Hey, Skunk, where’d you get

that old guitar amp that Dad was

using?

Found it in the garage attic

while I was fixing it up.

Attic?

♪

This is totally freaky, yo.

Dude, check it.

Hey, maybe it belonged to the

people who lived here before.

Maybe it is the people who

lived here before.

Nah.

Whoa.

A drum set?

In my attic?

This gets stranger and

stranger.

♪

Hey, Q, all set to take

Operation Yard Work to the next

level?

You bet.

If this doesn’t earn us some

bonus points with your dad,

nothing will.

Careful, dawg.

That there’s some seriously

potent catnip.

More than a pinch of that stuff

and you’ll have every cat within

three blocks doing somersaults.

Well, we don’t want that to

happen.

(Growling)

(Snoring)

BOSS: Lawrence, you look

awful.

Maybe you should take some time

off.

But, ma’am, home is the last

place I want to be.

ROCK: Ah-whoo!

I can’t get Rock’s voice out

of my head.

WOMAN: Oh, we love you, Rock.

Oh, please, no.

Not him.

Not here.

Oh, Rock Zilla.

Oh, you rule.

I won’t have these

shenanigans in my office.

Larry, nice digs.

Let’s do lunch.

You can work from home until

you get your act together.

But, ma’am--

I insist.

I-I, uh--

Whoops, gotta fly.

Ciao, ladies.

Oh!

Hey, dawg, let’s take five.

Sounds good.

Aw, man.

Please tell me this was here

before.

Huh?

(Cats purring)

Willy, my man, it’s been real

nice knowing you.

WILLY: Party’s over, guys.

And then there was one.

Don’t worry, I got you.

(Cat yowling)

(Groaning)

No way.

Wait until Quincy sees this.

Sees what, yo?

I found this old yearbook.

Check it out.

You gotta be kidding me.

I think I have a plan.

♪

Just think, Larry.

Now we both have our afternoons

off.

Mr. Barnsworth?

Lawrence, this latest

infraction is the last straw.

This is not the image we want on

our street.

Uh, what image?

Well, what do you think?

Magnificent.

I’m writing you up for

violating the renovation code.

If this is how you want to live

then perhaps you should consider

moving...far away!

That’s it!

You and your family are out of

here.

Do you hear me, Zilla?

I want you out!

Now!

Whoa, bad day at the office.

Ta-da.

What do you think?

What?

But how?

WILLY: We found this.

QUINCY: Why didn’t you ever

tell me you were in a band, Dad?

I guess I was trying to

forget.

You see, son, I had two great

loves in my life back then:

music and math.

♪

The band was doing great, but

the thrill of accounting was

always at the back of my mind.

Then, just as we were planning

our first big tour, I was

offered a full scholarship to a

prominent business school.

You can guess which road I

took.

And yet I still find myself

wondering if I made the right

decision.

Never too late to find out.

What do you say, Lar?

♪

Thanks for the jam, Larry.

My pleasure.

And sorry about unfairly

harbouring resentment towards

you just because you represent

everything I left behind.

No sweat, I get that all the

time.

LAWRENCE: I’ve got some

filing to do.

And...filed.

Whoo, yeah!

Hey, Dad, why is your name

on this?

Oh, no.

I accidently wrote Rock’s name

on a list of clients who owe the

government enormous amounts of

back taxes.

This is all my fault.

Ha, so that’s where my money

went.

No, no, you don’t understand.

The whole time I thought you

were ruining my life, it was

really me that was ruining

yours.

Oh.

Ah, well.

Let bygones be bygones and all

that jazz.

So can we finally go home?

You bet.

BANKER: Good news, Mr. Zilla.

Everything’s been taken care of

and your money is once again

yours to do with as you will,

ha, ha.

ROCK: Oh, yeah!

(Rock laughing)

(Rumbling nearby)

I should have put in for a

transfer when I had the chance.

The Zillas are back in

business.

(Groaning nearby)

Uh, am I missing something?

It’s weird.

I’m just really itchy all of a

sudden.

Aha, got you!

You’ve got fleas.

WILLY: Oh, no.

It must have been those cats.

Wait a minute, why aren’t you

scratching?

ROCK: Are you kidding?

My aftershave acts as a natural

force field.

Well, I guess we’ll just need

to stay at a hotel until we can

get this place fumigated.

ROCK: A hotel?

I won’t hear of it.

You and your family are coming

to stay with the Zillas.

Oh, unh.

QUINCY: Man, this is the

life.

Dude, I still think your parents

are wicked cool.

And I have had to live with

them.

Hey, you have it pretty good

yourself.

There’s something cool about

having parents who are more

mature than you.

True dat.

All right, sleepover.

Wanna watch a scary movie?

Case in point.

Uh, Dad?

This is a home video of Grandma

and Grandpa’s beach trip.

Exactamundo.

You ever see Grandpa Zilla in a

thong?

Trust me, you won’t sleep for a

week.

♪