Raising Hope (2010–2014): Season 3, Episode 15 - Yo Zappa Do: Part 1 - full transcript
Jimmy and Sabrina tie the knot and get their first gift!
FEMALE VOICE (over phone): Estimated
delivery time: two minutes.
It's right around the corner.
Your wedding gift
is right around the corner!
What a double standard.
Barney gets to track a package,
but I slip a GPS device
onto my ex-girlfriend's car,
and I have to stay 500 feet
away from her.
Estimated delivery time:
one minute.
It's here!
Let's go to the loading dock.
Now, I know
it's a little extravagant,
but you two are almost
like family to me.
And I got a healthy bonus
after suppressing
Sabrina's union movement
for the fifth straight year.
(laughs)
Here you go, Mr. Hughes.
Oh. What's in here?
The knobs?
This handmade armoire looked
a lot bigger on the Web site.
50 bucks to ship this?
You paid extra
for the real-time GPS tracking
with the sexy voice.
Your package is delivered.
To hear me say "your package" again,
please press one.
(beep)
Your... package.
Okay, here we go.
(yells, groans)
(laughs)
(groans)
If you let me watch those
telenovelas like I wanted,
maybe I could understand
these Spanish instructions.
I know you're not enjoying it now,
but my scrapbook
about how we turned Jimmy's room
into a scrapbooking room
is going to be hilarious.
Okay, now we're doing
red and white to brown,
blue to purple. Ready?
(electrical hissing) (groaning)
(thudding, groaning)
I think we need help.
MAN (on TV):
And now on Kids Net,
America's favorite teen wizard,
Yo Zappa Do.
Zappa Do.
Oh, no. Cici's
covered in spaghetti,
and Mom told us to keep an eye on her!
(studio audience laughing)
Maybe we should have kept
two eyes on her.
(studio audience laughing)
Cici, you're gonna get me into trouble.
(blows raspberry)
(blows raspberry)
Hope really seems to
like this little girl.
Looks like it's time to call...
BOTH:
Yo Zappa Do! Yo Zappa Do!
Hurry up and help us!
We need you!
(studio audience cheering
and applauding)
Yo, yo, yo, what do you say?
Here I am to save the day.
Oh, my God.
That's Trevor.
JIMMY: Trevor is Barney's ex-wife's son.
And when he came to visit Barney,
he kind of had a thing for Sabrina.
So, obviously,
we didn't get along very well.
Now he's on my TV.
Wow!
(blowing raspberries)
So how do we do this?
How do we pick the right day laborer?
Well, what are you asking me for?
You're the landscaper.
You've done this before.
Well, yeah, for pickup soccer games
or riding the carpool lane.
Never for something important,
like translating fan instructions.
All right, well, just pull up.
We'll look for someone with glasses.
No, no, no!
We-we just need one.
I am Juan.
No.
Not Juan. One.
One person who can read this
and speak English.
MAN:
I can.
Ricardo?
I think you mean Natesville Radish
superstar pitcher, "Rocket" Ricardo.
Not anymore.
Now I am "Dig Your Sewer Line" Ricardo.
The Radishes cut me because they said
my conditioning was not
at a level they required.
(panting)
Out.
What about Sabrina's mother?
She's got money.
You still dating her?
Apparently, my conditioning is not
at a level she required, either.
(panting)
(door closes)
Well, at least you know
this is as bad as it can get.
(siren whoops)
Immigration!
(panting)
You're legal.
Why'd you run?
I was trying to catch one
and hoped there was a reward.
(panting)
(whirring)
Huh.
Thanks, Ricardo.
How much owe you we?
Just talk normal, Burt.
He speaks English.
Trying I am.
Shocked too much I've been.
We are friends.
It is my pleasure to give you a room
to fill your books with scraps.
Because friends help each
other when they are down.
But we're not friends.
We're not?
We're family.
Oh.
Your son
is married to the woman
whose mother
I was most recently pleasuring.
In a sexual manner.
And that makes us... family.
I'm not really sure that that's...
And family gives whatever family needs.
If you, Burt and Virginia recently
were to be cut
from your minor league team
and be thrown out into
the streets by your lover,
I would take you in and let you sleep
in my scrapbooking room.
Do you need a place to stay?
(laughing):
See?
You cannot keep a secret from family.
(laughing)
Well, I knew Trevor
went out to Hollywood
and was auditioning,
but I had no idea he was famous.
I can't believe
my ex-wife
isn't keeping me in the loop
about what's going on with her son
from two husbands after me.
Hope loves his show.
She's obsessed
with that little girl Cici.
You think you could talk to Trevor
and get Hope an autograph?
I can do better than that.
How about I call Trevor and get
you tickets to see the show?
(gasps) Then I could fly you out there
to meet Cici in person.
Wow. That is so generous
of you, but...
We're listening.
Well, after that giant disaster
of the tiny armoire,
I still owe you a wedding gift.
It could be your honeymoon.
That would be awesome!
Though I never really considered
going on a honeymoon with Hope.
I mean, I love her.
It's just that...
Jimmy and I don't really
get a lot of time alone.
Look, I want to make
this happen for you two.
I'll babysit Hope,
and we'll stay at Trevor's.
I let him stay with me when he was here.
I'm sure he's got room for us.
Barney, we can't let you
spend that kind of money on us.
It's not money.
I've got ten million Howdy's Bucks.
I scan my card every time
a customer doesn't have theirs.
If I had known you were
giving away free honeymoons,
I wouldn't have ruined
every relationship
I've ever been in
by being emotionally detached
and slightly creepy.
James, Sabrina, I am taking
care of your honeymoon.
End of discussion.
Thank you so much!
Let's go book a flight.
He said, "end of discussion."
Oh, my God, this is terrible.
I can't fly on a plane.
I hear you, man.
The TSA can have my 12 ounces of liquid
when they pry it out
of my cold, dead hand.
No, Frank.
(whispering):
I'm scared of flying.
Are you kidding me?
Hey, being scared of flying
doesn't make you a wimp.
Every time they flew on a mission,
the A-Team had to give Mr. T
a glass of milk and sleeping pills.
Pretty sure that was a character flaw
a group of writers created
to build tension between scenes
that actually mattered.
Look, just tell her you're scared.
I can't tell her that.
I don't want to be
the reason she doesn't get
to go somewhere cool on our honeymoon.
L.A. is not that cool, man.
They don't have a pro football team,
there's tons of traffic,
and they make their porn stars
wear condoms,
which is totally shortsighted thinking.
How the hell do they expect
to get the next generation
of porn stars?
(birds singing)
(sniffing)
Ugh!
Is it trash day?
No. Oh.
And the sardine cannery
doesn't open for another hour.
Aah! Ooh!
It smells like somebody died.
BOTH:
Maw Maw!
Relax. I'm still here.
House isn't yours yet.
Before your amigo started taking
his hour-long shower,
he decided to cook huevos stinkeros.
(all groaning)
(coughing)
(liquid gurgling)
I got to know what's in that pot.
No, don't.
It'll just release more of the funk.
I'm sorry.
I'm going in. I love you.
(gasps)
(muffled retching)
It's got eyes!
(groans)
Oh, great.
Now I got to see.
(both groaning)
Oh. Oh!
Oh, God!
I think it winked at me.
(whimpers)
(groans)
Good morning.
The best part of waking up
is... (sniffs)
...sheep's head soup
in your cup.
(muffled retching)
Once his eyes roll
into the back of his head,
you know he's good and tender.
Is that my Capitals shirt?
Yes.
Uh, I spilled my breakfast
on your Redskins jersey.
So, as an apology, I used
our fancy scrapbooking scissors
to, uh, give it a little more flare.
Ricardo, we need to talk about you staying here.
Yeah.
You don't have to say another word.
Yeah.
You've already done so much for me.
Oh, so glad you understand.
Of course I understand.
It is clear by your
expressions that you are
as happy to have me live here
as I am to be here.
And to thank you,
tonight I will cook you
the grandest feet
you have ever tasted.
I think you mean "feast."
No.
(groans)
Nicely done.
Frank, what are you doing?
It's my marketing masterpiece--
soda Jenga.
If a customer can pull
a 12-pack out
without the tower falling,
they get it for half price.
The big boys in Wichita
are finally gonna know the name
"Frank Marolla" for something other
than the big lobster escape of '09.
I'm sure they still
very clearly remember
the "be your own butcher"
fiasco when Barney left you
in charge to get
his lap-band surgery.
That would've worked if that
stupid sheep didn't wander out
into the street
with a hatchet in its back.
I'm gonna go find Barney and make sure
we're not late for the airport.
Ready for your flight,
Captain Sully Wussenberger?
Look, I think I'll be okay.
I'm just trying not to think about it.
I mean, for the first 20 seconds or so,
we'll just be on the ground,
so it'll be like a fast bus.
And then we're gonna go up in
the sky and that'll be nice,
until we eventually plummet
back down to our fiery deaths,
'cause if God had meant for us to fly,
he would have given us
propeller fingers.
Calm down.
Here, have a brownie.
Something to wash it down?
Thanks.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Take it easy.
That's two percent milk.
98% tranquilizer.
What?
You're welcome, Mr. T.
Oh, damn it.
I don't want to fall asleep.
How am I going to explain
that to Sabrina?
Frank, I know I said no, but I like it.
A display like this could
knock day-old white bread
right off the top
of the best-seller list.
(gasps)
Somebody should probably
call an ambulance.
They never really showed
how many sleeping pills
they gave Mr. T,
so I had to guesstimate.
(TV playing quietly)
Is this yours?
Uh...
(sniffs)
Nope. Ricardo.
What are you guys doing here?
Jimmy's afraid of flying.
And also apparently
afraid to tell me that.
Which would have been nice
to hear before I wasted
ten million Howdy's Bucks on
nonrefundable airline tickets.
I could have gotten a dune buggy.
So, we're just here to pick up
some pillows and blankets
so we can sleep in the back
of Barney's SUV.
He is going to be
driving us to Los Angeles.
Shotgun!
No. Maw Maw, you can't come.
This is our honeymoon-- it's
our only chance to be alone.
Well, it's my only chance
to give Wilfred his dying wish.
He always wanted
his ashes spread in the ocean
so fish would choke on him.
(chuckling):
He hated fish..
Oh, we have to take her.
It's for love--
what better way
to honor your honeymoon?
Well, if everybody else is going,
we're going, too.
Why would we squeeze into a crowded car
for God knows how many hours...
RICARDO: Okay, nobody come
in the bathroom.
I'm using the tub
to marinate pigs' feet.
I'll get our bags.
SABRINA: Not to be
the crazy one-- or the sane one,
I'm not really quite sure--
but this is our honeymoon.
Trevor's a big star. The rest
of us can stay at his place.
If I've learned anything
from watching Entourage,
it's that they all live in huge houses
and everything always
works out in the end.
Well, then it's settled.
We're all going.
Where are we all going?
(groans)
RICARDO:
♪ Take one down
♪ Pass it around
♪ Hundred bottles of beer on the wall ♪
♪ A hundred bottles
of beer on the wall ♪
♪ A hundred bottles of beer
♪ Take one down, pass it around ♪
♪ A hundred bottles of beer
on the wall ♪
♪ A hundred bottles
of beer on the wall ♪
♪ Hundred bottles of beer...
(whispers):
I pity the fool
who has to stay awake
for this entire car trip.
♪ A hundred bottles
of beer on the wall ♪
♪ A hundred bottles of beer
♪ Take one down, pass it around ♪
♪ Hundred bottles
of beer on the wall... ♪
Barney had volunteered
to drive us all to Los Angeles,
and like most long car trips,
it was kind of a drag.
First we listened to his
yet-to-be-self-published
autobiographical audio book.
BARNEY (recorded):
I rode my first love
from the early morning
deep into the night.
No force on this earth
could ever pull me off her.
She was a five-speed
Stingray fastback.
Banana seat?
Yes.
Sissy bar?
You bet your ass.
And then we all watched
the DVD of Jazzoo,
Barney's free-form
kazoo jazz band.
(kazoos playing lively jazz)
Then Barney decided
to pick up a hitchhiker.
(panicked screaming)
(Barney gasping in fear)
Easy mistake, guys.
I thought guys with dreadlocks
were supposed to be chill.
(panting)
And once the radio
started only picking up
Spanish music stations,
we knew we had finally arrived
in Los Angeles.
Look.
It's the Ventura Boulevard
Sheryl Crow sang about.
Let me out.
This is where I will be discovered.
Actually, I think she was singing
about Santa Monica Boulevard.
A boulevard's a boulevard.
Good luck, buddy.
Yeah.
Oh, excuse me, where is
the office to sign up
to become famous, like
Mel Gibson or the Ocho Mama.
Oh, excuse me...
BARNEY:
Chapter 47.
The day I met Sabrina, I promised myself
that I'd one day spread rose petals
in a honeymoon suite for her.
I just thought the tears I'd be crying
would be tears of joy.
(crying)
(gasping)
Enjoy your honeymoon.
Let me tell you something
that's gonna make your honeymoon
a little more exciting.
It's a move your mother and I invented.
It's called the Minnesota pretzel.
Okay, if he mentions any sex act
involving a Midwestern state
or a stadium snack food,
don't do it.
There's gonna be a birthday
or an anniversary you forget,
and you're gonna wish you
hadn't already played that card.
I don't care what you mother says.
I want to do that crazy thing
that we always talked about.
Hmm?
Ready.
Me, too.
Oh, by the way,
this corset came with this whip.
Should we use it?
Uh, well, we both bruise really easily,
so maybe we should wait
and work our way up to the whip.
Okay.
(knocking)
Oh, I ordered champagne
and onion rings from room service.
Your favorites.
Oh.
Dress-up sex
on your honeymoon?
You're leaving yourself nowhere to go
on a rainy Thursday in year four.
Jimmy, my instructions
were kiss, get undressed, then do it.
Not doing it dressed like KISS.
BARNEY:
I'm sorry, James.
Uh, we ran into a little issue
when we showed up at Trevor's.
(buzzes)
Uh, hello.
Is Trevor there?
Look at that.
The kid's so rich he's got monkey money.
Remember how we always said,
if we ever got rich,
that's the first thing we'd buy?
If we get rich, buy a kangaroo.
Why would we want a kangaroo?
They don't roller-skate.
They don't wear suits.
And I've never seen a kangaroo
smoke a cigarette.
They're useless.
One, they box,
so you've got a bodyguard.
Two, their pouch.
All the benefits of a fanny pack
without looking like a dork.
Three, when they die,
their skin and a pogo stick
make one hell of a costume.
Virginia, she's selling me on kangaroo.
She makes a good point.
Oh, Barney.
Thought you said "Barry."
Look, I know what I said earlier
about maybe you being able to stay here,
but that's just not gonna work
out now that I got a pet chimp.
But I saw in a magazine
you have seven bedrooms, though.
Yeah, it's a big house, but, uh,
the chimp takes up a lot of space,
and I like to keep a few rooms available
just in case several people
I care about show up.
Well, sorry I can't help you out, bud,
but I'll see you tomorrow at the show.
Zap you later.
Barney's all out of Howdy's Bucks,
and in case you've forgotten,
we're very poor, so...
That "so" means we're staying here.
I call the bed.
You two feel free to work around me.
Just be prepared
for some harsh
yet constructive criticism.
(grunts)
Hey, guys,
they just started
serving breakfast downstairs.
You might want to get down there quick
before they run out of Danish.
Jimmy and I will meet you
down there in 15 or 20 minutes
after we get ready.
Alone.
On our honeymoon.
Oh, I don't know.
Don't want to miss the Danish.
You're gonna want to stick around.
I'm not leaving.
The news is on.
I want to see what Lindsey Lohan
did last night.
(chuckles)
I love that little piece of trash.
In an attempt to appeal
to Southern California's
fastest growing demographic,
single Latino women,
I would like to introduce
our new hunky weatherman,
Sunny Reyes.
Thank you, Steve.
As you can see,
today's weather's gonna be...
muy caliente.
Oh, my God, it's Ricardo.
And tomorrow's weather
is gonna be... (chuckles)
Who cares?
I live for today.
Let's dance!
(salsa music playing)
Our drain at home is clogged
with the hair of a celebrity.
(yells)
MAN:
From the man
who brought you some
of your favorite TV shows
such as Strudel and Hyman,
Mr. Fuzzy Pants
and two unaired episodes
of Mama's Family,
please welcome
the director of Yo Zappa Do,
Stu Levine.
(applause)
Hey.
I say, "Yo Zappa,"
you say...
ALL: Do!
No. You don't say anything
until the light goes on
that says "laugh."
All right?
Now, let's shoot this baby.
I got to get out of here in time to take
my pet kangaroo out for a jump.
Ooh, look, it's Trevor.
Hey, Trevor!
We're here!
Thanks for the seats.
Please, ma'am, I don't come to your work
and bother you
in your tiny little cubicle.
Did you hear that?
He thinks I work in a cubicle.
Look at you, Cici.
How are you gonna get
cleaned up in time?
BOTH:
Yo Zappa Do! Yo Zappa Do!
Hurry up and help us!
We need you!
(applause)
Yo, yo, yo,
here I am to get you out of another jam.
She made a doggone mess.
Are you gonna be a good girl
and clean up your face?
Or am I gonna have
to zappa do this place?
I said,
"Are you gonna be a good girl
and clean up your face?
Or am I gonna have
to zappa do this place?"
(coughing)
(sighs)
Not again.
Come on, kid, that's your cue.
Give him the raspberry.
Drew Barrymore could have
done this drunk at your age.
(blows raspberry)
Who just did that?
(blows raspberry)
It was her.
(raspberries continue)
(sighs)
Are you gonna be a good girl
and clean up your face?
Or am I gonna have
to zappa do this place?
(blows raspberry)
(laughter)
(applause)
I can't believe it.
Hope's gonna be a star.
I'm sorry. I know this is not
the honeymoon you pictured.
No, no, it's way better.
Plus, I-I'm kind of glad
we didn't end up drinking
each other's blood.
Wait, is the show over?
Well, is he gonna clean
Cici's face or not?
I think it's a two-parter.
You have to watch next
week to see what happens.
You mean like a "to be continued"?
Do they still do those?
delivery time: two minutes.
It's right around the corner.
Your wedding gift
is right around the corner!
What a double standard.
Barney gets to track a package,
but I slip a GPS device
onto my ex-girlfriend's car,
and I have to stay 500 feet
away from her.
Estimated delivery time:
one minute.
It's here!
Let's go to the loading dock.
Now, I know
it's a little extravagant,
but you two are almost
like family to me.
And I got a healthy bonus
after suppressing
Sabrina's union movement
for the fifth straight year.
(laughs)
Here you go, Mr. Hughes.
Oh. What's in here?
The knobs?
This handmade armoire looked
a lot bigger on the Web site.
50 bucks to ship this?
You paid extra
for the real-time GPS tracking
with the sexy voice.
Your package is delivered.
To hear me say "your package" again,
please press one.
(beep)
Your... package.
Okay, here we go.
(yells, groans)
(laughs)
(groans)
If you let me watch those
telenovelas like I wanted,
maybe I could understand
these Spanish instructions.
I know you're not enjoying it now,
but my scrapbook
about how we turned Jimmy's room
into a scrapbooking room
is going to be hilarious.
Okay, now we're doing
red and white to brown,
blue to purple. Ready?
(electrical hissing) (groaning)
(thudding, groaning)
I think we need help.
MAN (on TV):
And now on Kids Net,
America's favorite teen wizard,
Yo Zappa Do.
Zappa Do.
Oh, no. Cici's
covered in spaghetti,
and Mom told us to keep an eye on her!
(studio audience laughing)
Maybe we should have kept
two eyes on her.
(studio audience laughing)
Cici, you're gonna get me into trouble.
(blows raspberry)
(blows raspberry)
Hope really seems to
like this little girl.
Looks like it's time to call...
BOTH:
Yo Zappa Do! Yo Zappa Do!
Hurry up and help us!
We need you!
(studio audience cheering
and applauding)
Yo, yo, yo, what do you say?
Here I am to save the day.
Oh, my God.
That's Trevor.
JIMMY: Trevor is Barney's ex-wife's son.
And when he came to visit Barney,
he kind of had a thing for Sabrina.
So, obviously,
we didn't get along very well.
Now he's on my TV.
Wow!
(blowing raspberries)
So how do we do this?
How do we pick the right day laborer?
Well, what are you asking me for?
You're the landscaper.
You've done this before.
Well, yeah, for pickup soccer games
or riding the carpool lane.
Never for something important,
like translating fan instructions.
All right, well, just pull up.
We'll look for someone with glasses.
No, no, no!
We-we just need one.
I am Juan.
No.
Not Juan. One.
One person who can read this
and speak English.
MAN:
I can.
Ricardo?
I think you mean Natesville Radish
superstar pitcher, "Rocket" Ricardo.
Not anymore.
Now I am "Dig Your Sewer Line" Ricardo.
The Radishes cut me because they said
my conditioning was not
at a level they required.
(panting)
Out.
What about Sabrina's mother?
She's got money.
You still dating her?
Apparently, my conditioning is not
at a level she required, either.
(panting)
(door closes)
Well, at least you know
this is as bad as it can get.
(siren whoops)
Immigration!
(panting)
You're legal.
Why'd you run?
I was trying to catch one
and hoped there was a reward.
(panting)
(whirring)
Huh.
Thanks, Ricardo.
How much owe you we?
Just talk normal, Burt.
He speaks English.
Trying I am.
Shocked too much I've been.
We are friends.
It is my pleasure to give you a room
to fill your books with scraps.
Because friends help each
other when they are down.
But we're not friends.
We're not?
We're family.
Oh.
Your son
is married to the woman
whose mother
I was most recently pleasuring.
In a sexual manner.
And that makes us... family.
I'm not really sure that that's...
And family gives whatever family needs.
If you, Burt and Virginia recently
were to be cut
from your minor league team
and be thrown out into
the streets by your lover,
I would take you in and let you sleep
in my scrapbooking room.
Do you need a place to stay?
(laughing):
See?
You cannot keep a secret from family.
(laughing)
Well, I knew Trevor
went out to Hollywood
and was auditioning,
but I had no idea he was famous.
I can't believe
my ex-wife
isn't keeping me in the loop
about what's going on with her son
from two husbands after me.
Hope loves his show.
She's obsessed
with that little girl Cici.
You think you could talk to Trevor
and get Hope an autograph?
I can do better than that.
How about I call Trevor and get
you tickets to see the show?
(gasps) Then I could fly you out there
to meet Cici in person.
Wow. That is so generous
of you, but...
We're listening.
Well, after that giant disaster
of the tiny armoire,
I still owe you a wedding gift.
It could be your honeymoon.
That would be awesome!
Though I never really considered
going on a honeymoon with Hope.
I mean, I love her.
It's just that...
Jimmy and I don't really
get a lot of time alone.
Look, I want to make
this happen for you two.
I'll babysit Hope,
and we'll stay at Trevor's.
I let him stay with me when he was here.
I'm sure he's got room for us.
Barney, we can't let you
spend that kind of money on us.
It's not money.
I've got ten million Howdy's Bucks.
I scan my card every time
a customer doesn't have theirs.
If I had known you were
giving away free honeymoons,
I wouldn't have ruined
every relationship
I've ever been in
by being emotionally detached
and slightly creepy.
James, Sabrina, I am taking
care of your honeymoon.
End of discussion.
Thank you so much!
Let's go book a flight.
He said, "end of discussion."
Oh, my God, this is terrible.
I can't fly on a plane.
I hear you, man.
The TSA can have my 12 ounces of liquid
when they pry it out
of my cold, dead hand.
No, Frank.
(whispering):
I'm scared of flying.
Are you kidding me?
Hey, being scared of flying
doesn't make you a wimp.
Every time they flew on a mission,
the A-Team had to give Mr. T
a glass of milk and sleeping pills.
Pretty sure that was a character flaw
a group of writers created
to build tension between scenes
that actually mattered.
Look, just tell her you're scared.
I can't tell her that.
I don't want to be
the reason she doesn't get
to go somewhere cool on our honeymoon.
L.A. is not that cool, man.
They don't have a pro football team,
there's tons of traffic,
and they make their porn stars
wear condoms,
which is totally shortsighted thinking.
How the hell do they expect
to get the next generation
of porn stars?
(birds singing)
(sniffing)
Ugh!
Is it trash day?
No. Oh.
And the sardine cannery
doesn't open for another hour.
Aah! Ooh!
It smells like somebody died.
BOTH:
Maw Maw!
Relax. I'm still here.
House isn't yours yet.
Before your amigo started taking
his hour-long shower,
he decided to cook huevos stinkeros.
(all groaning)
(coughing)
(liquid gurgling)
I got to know what's in that pot.
No, don't.
It'll just release more of the funk.
I'm sorry.
I'm going in. I love you.
(gasps)
(muffled retching)
It's got eyes!
(groans)
Oh, great.
Now I got to see.
(both groaning)
Oh. Oh!
Oh, God!
I think it winked at me.
(whimpers)
(groans)
Good morning.
The best part of waking up
is... (sniffs)
...sheep's head soup
in your cup.
(muffled retching)
Once his eyes roll
into the back of his head,
you know he's good and tender.
Is that my Capitals shirt?
Yes.
Uh, I spilled my breakfast
on your Redskins jersey.
So, as an apology, I used
our fancy scrapbooking scissors
to, uh, give it a little more flare.
Ricardo, we need to talk about you staying here.
Yeah.
You don't have to say another word.
Yeah.
You've already done so much for me.
Oh, so glad you understand.
Of course I understand.
It is clear by your
expressions that you are
as happy to have me live here
as I am to be here.
And to thank you,
tonight I will cook you
the grandest feet
you have ever tasted.
I think you mean "feast."
No.
(groans)
Nicely done.
Frank, what are you doing?
It's my marketing masterpiece--
soda Jenga.
If a customer can pull
a 12-pack out
without the tower falling,
they get it for half price.
The big boys in Wichita
are finally gonna know the name
"Frank Marolla" for something other
than the big lobster escape of '09.
I'm sure they still
very clearly remember
the "be your own butcher"
fiasco when Barney left you
in charge to get
his lap-band surgery.
That would've worked if that
stupid sheep didn't wander out
into the street
with a hatchet in its back.
I'm gonna go find Barney and make sure
we're not late for the airport.
Ready for your flight,
Captain Sully Wussenberger?
Look, I think I'll be okay.
I'm just trying not to think about it.
I mean, for the first 20 seconds or so,
we'll just be on the ground,
so it'll be like a fast bus.
And then we're gonna go up in
the sky and that'll be nice,
until we eventually plummet
back down to our fiery deaths,
'cause if God had meant for us to fly,
he would have given us
propeller fingers.
Calm down.
Here, have a brownie.
Something to wash it down?
Thanks.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Take it easy.
That's two percent milk.
98% tranquilizer.
What?
You're welcome, Mr. T.
Oh, damn it.
I don't want to fall asleep.
How am I going to explain
that to Sabrina?
Frank, I know I said no, but I like it.
A display like this could
knock day-old white bread
right off the top
of the best-seller list.
(gasps)
Somebody should probably
call an ambulance.
They never really showed
how many sleeping pills
they gave Mr. T,
so I had to guesstimate.
(TV playing quietly)
Is this yours?
Uh...
(sniffs)
Nope. Ricardo.
What are you guys doing here?
Jimmy's afraid of flying.
And also apparently
afraid to tell me that.
Which would have been nice
to hear before I wasted
ten million Howdy's Bucks on
nonrefundable airline tickets.
I could have gotten a dune buggy.
So, we're just here to pick up
some pillows and blankets
so we can sleep in the back
of Barney's SUV.
He is going to be
driving us to Los Angeles.
Shotgun!
No. Maw Maw, you can't come.
This is our honeymoon-- it's
our only chance to be alone.
Well, it's my only chance
to give Wilfred his dying wish.
He always wanted
his ashes spread in the ocean
so fish would choke on him.
(chuckling):
He hated fish..
Oh, we have to take her.
It's for love--
what better way
to honor your honeymoon?
Well, if everybody else is going,
we're going, too.
Why would we squeeze into a crowded car
for God knows how many hours...
RICARDO: Okay, nobody come
in the bathroom.
I'm using the tub
to marinate pigs' feet.
I'll get our bags.
SABRINA: Not to be
the crazy one-- or the sane one,
I'm not really quite sure--
but this is our honeymoon.
Trevor's a big star. The rest
of us can stay at his place.
If I've learned anything
from watching Entourage,
it's that they all live in huge houses
and everything always
works out in the end.
Well, then it's settled.
We're all going.
Where are we all going?
(groans)
RICARDO:
♪ Take one down
♪ Pass it around
♪ Hundred bottles of beer on the wall ♪
♪ A hundred bottles
of beer on the wall ♪
♪ A hundred bottles of beer
♪ Take one down, pass it around ♪
♪ A hundred bottles of beer
on the wall ♪
♪ A hundred bottles
of beer on the wall ♪
♪ Hundred bottles of beer...
(whispers):
I pity the fool
who has to stay awake
for this entire car trip.
♪ A hundred bottles
of beer on the wall ♪
♪ A hundred bottles of beer
♪ Take one down, pass it around ♪
♪ Hundred bottles
of beer on the wall... ♪
Barney had volunteered
to drive us all to Los Angeles,
and like most long car trips,
it was kind of a drag.
First we listened to his
yet-to-be-self-published
autobiographical audio book.
BARNEY (recorded):
I rode my first love
from the early morning
deep into the night.
No force on this earth
could ever pull me off her.
She was a five-speed
Stingray fastback.
Banana seat?
Yes.
Sissy bar?
You bet your ass.
And then we all watched
the DVD of Jazzoo,
Barney's free-form
kazoo jazz band.
(kazoos playing lively jazz)
Then Barney decided
to pick up a hitchhiker.
(panicked screaming)
(Barney gasping in fear)
Easy mistake, guys.
I thought guys with dreadlocks
were supposed to be chill.
(panting)
And once the radio
started only picking up
Spanish music stations,
we knew we had finally arrived
in Los Angeles.
Look.
It's the Ventura Boulevard
Sheryl Crow sang about.
Let me out.
This is where I will be discovered.
Actually, I think she was singing
about Santa Monica Boulevard.
A boulevard's a boulevard.
Good luck, buddy.
Yeah.
Oh, excuse me, where is
the office to sign up
to become famous, like
Mel Gibson or the Ocho Mama.
Oh, excuse me...
BARNEY:
Chapter 47.
The day I met Sabrina, I promised myself
that I'd one day spread rose petals
in a honeymoon suite for her.
I just thought the tears I'd be crying
would be tears of joy.
(crying)
(gasping)
Enjoy your honeymoon.
Let me tell you something
that's gonna make your honeymoon
a little more exciting.
It's a move your mother and I invented.
It's called the Minnesota pretzel.
Okay, if he mentions any sex act
involving a Midwestern state
or a stadium snack food,
don't do it.
There's gonna be a birthday
or an anniversary you forget,
and you're gonna wish you
hadn't already played that card.
I don't care what you mother says.
I want to do that crazy thing
that we always talked about.
Hmm?
Ready.
Me, too.
Oh, by the way,
this corset came with this whip.
Should we use it?
Uh, well, we both bruise really easily,
so maybe we should wait
and work our way up to the whip.
Okay.
(knocking)
Oh, I ordered champagne
and onion rings from room service.
Your favorites.
Oh.
Dress-up sex
on your honeymoon?
You're leaving yourself nowhere to go
on a rainy Thursday in year four.
Jimmy, my instructions
were kiss, get undressed, then do it.
Not doing it dressed like KISS.
BARNEY:
I'm sorry, James.
Uh, we ran into a little issue
when we showed up at Trevor's.
(buzzes)
Uh, hello.
Is Trevor there?
Look at that.
The kid's so rich he's got monkey money.
Remember how we always said,
if we ever got rich,
that's the first thing we'd buy?
If we get rich, buy a kangaroo.
Why would we want a kangaroo?
They don't roller-skate.
They don't wear suits.
And I've never seen a kangaroo
smoke a cigarette.
They're useless.
One, they box,
so you've got a bodyguard.
Two, their pouch.
All the benefits of a fanny pack
without looking like a dork.
Three, when they die,
their skin and a pogo stick
make one hell of a costume.
Virginia, she's selling me on kangaroo.
She makes a good point.
Oh, Barney.
Thought you said "Barry."
Look, I know what I said earlier
about maybe you being able to stay here,
but that's just not gonna work
out now that I got a pet chimp.
But I saw in a magazine
you have seven bedrooms, though.
Yeah, it's a big house, but, uh,
the chimp takes up a lot of space,
and I like to keep a few rooms available
just in case several people
I care about show up.
Well, sorry I can't help you out, bud,
but I'll see you tomorrow at the show.
Zap you later.
Barney's all out of Howdy's Bucks,
and in case you've forgotten,
we're very poor, so...
That "so" means we're staying here.
I call the bed.
You two feel free to work around me.
Just be prepared
for some harsh
yet constructive criticism.
(grunts)
Hey, guys,
they just started
serving breakfast downstairs.
You might want to get down there quick
before they run out of Danish.
Jimmy and I will meet you
down there in 15 or 20 minutes
after we get ready.
Alone.
On our honeymoon.
Oh, I don't know.
Don't want to miss the Danish.
You're gonna want to stick around.
I'm not leaving.
The news is on.
I want to see what Lindsey Lohan
did last night.
(chuckles)
I love that little piece of trash.
In an attempt to appeal
to Southern California's
fastest growing demographic,
single Latino women,
I would like to introduce
our new hunky weatherman,
Sunny Reyes.
Thank you, Steve.
As you can see,
today's weather's gonna be...
muy caliente.
Oh, my God, it's Ricardo.
And tomorrow's weather
is gonna be... (chuckles)
Who cares?
I live for today.
Let's dance!
(salsa music playing)
Our drain at home is clogged
with the hair of a celebrity.
(yells)
MAN:
From the man
who brought you some
of your favorite TV shows
such as Strudel and Hyman,
Mr. Fuzzy Pants
and two unaired episodes
of Mama's Family,
please welcome
the director of Yo Zappa Do,
Stu Levine.
(applause)
Hey.
I say, "Yo Zappa,"
you say...
ALL: Do!
No. You don't say anything
until the light goes on
that says "laugh."
All right?
Now, let's shoot this baby.
I got to get out of here in time to take
my pet kangaroo out for a jump.
Ooh, look, it's Trevor.
Hey, Trevor!
We're here!
Thanks for the seats.
Please, ma'am, I don't come to your work
and bother you
in your tiny little cubicle.
Did you hear that?
He thinks I work in a cubicle.
Look at you, Cici.
How are you gonna get
cleaned up in time?
BOTH:
Yo Zappa Do! Yo Zappa Do!
Hurry up and help us!
We need you!
(applause)
Yo, yo, yo,
here I am to get you out of another jam.
She made a doggone mess.
Are you gonna be a good girl
and clean up your face?
Or am I gonna have
to zappa do this place?
I said,
"Are you gonna be a good girl
and clean up your face?
Or am I gonna have
to zappa do this place?"
(coughing)
(sighs)
Not again.
Come on, kid, that's your cue.
Give him the raspberry.
Drew Barrymore could have
done this drunk at your age.
(blows raspberry)
Who just did that?
(blows raspberry)
It was her.
(raspberries continue)
(sighs)
Are you gonna be a good girl
and clean up your face?
Or am I gonna have
to zappa do this place?
(blows raspberry)
(laughter)
(applause)
I can't believe it.
Hope's gonna be a star.
I'm sorry. I know this is not
the honeymoon you pictured.
No, no, it's way better.
Plus, I-I'm kind of glad
we didn't end up drinking
each other's blood.
Wait, is the show over?
Well, is he gonna clean
Cici's face or not?
I think it's a two-parter.
You have to watch next
week to see what happens.
You mean like a "to be continued"?
Do they still do those?