Teen Titans Go! (2013–…): Season 7, Episode 15 - Manor and Mannerisms - full transcript
Robin attends a ball at Wayne Manor hoping to become heir of the mansion, but will the other Titans spoil his chances?
♪ Go!
♪ T-E-E-N
♪ T-I-T-A-N-S
♪ Teen Titans, let's go
♪ Teen Titans, go ♪
Oh, just say your thing
already, dude.
I have received
a correspondence
of the most
consequential nature.
Why's you talking so weird?
Is friend Robin having
the concussion?
I've got some important mail.
It's an invitation to the
Wayne Manor Regency Ball.
Stop!
This isn't a typical
house party.
It's a rich people party.
A sophisticated affair
in a world of wealth,
refinement and manners.
Will they have party size
potato chips?
No!
More importantly,
there are rumors
that Bruce Wayne
will finally name an heir
to his manor.
It could only go
to a true gentleman.
A master of conversation,
grace and manners.
Let me guess.
You think you're
that true gentleman?
Of course.
Ooh, the ball sounds
the romantic.
Yeah, about that.
I think this party
is a bit too fancy
for your tastes.
But, but, but...
Exactly.
It's always butts
with you guys.
Now, promise not to go.
Fine.
We promise not to go.
Good. Now,
if you'll all excuse me,
I must prepare for the ball.
Presenting the ruler
of Atlantis, defender of seas
and friend to fish
Arthur Curry, the Aquaman.
And that's why no man is a man
without a personal chef.
Presenting Raven, daughter
of Trigon the Terrible.
What?
Half man, half machine,
all handsome.
Sir Cyborg. Booyah.
The princess who will do
the good socializing
and is the fanciest
of the schmanciest,
Starfire.
And the illest, chillest,
never going to get your Phyllis
nonstop party train
this place about to go insane,
super duke, Beast Boy.
This place is amazing.
Alfred will introduce you
however you want, yo.
What are you guys doing here?
A super duke goes
where he pleases.
Speaking of which,
Alfred, I gots to tinkle.
You know what to do.
Presenting the illest, chillest...
I am going to be the butterfly
that is the social.
Just don't embarrass me, okay?
Be cool, have an hors d'oeuvre,
watch a pheasant race.
Pheasant race?
I've never seen
a pheasant race before.
I've never seen a pheasant.
I could get used to this place.
Yeah, I'll be sure
to let you visit.
Or maybe I'll be sure
to let you visit.
- What?
- I is as gentlemanly
as you, fool.
Why can't I be the heir?
You know, I'd look good
as a bust.
Fine. A gentleman-off it is.
The first essential
gentleman skill
is conversation.
A true gentleman entrances
a party through words alone.
I'm gonna crush
this conversation, yo.
I's a great listener.
Gentlemen don't listen.
They're too busy speaking.
Just because a pig has a pen,
doesn't mean he can write.
Yo! What was that?
A mildly amusing pun.
One of the tools
in the conversational arsenal.
Like stories of being rich
or philosophical nonsense.
Philosophical nonsense?
Is the sky blue
or is everything else
simply not blue?
I thinks I get it.
Washed hands
are never cleaneth.
Trees are just tall bushes.
A chair is a table you sit on.
The holiest cheese is Swiss.
Uh, a light switch?
Why's you gotta switch
between lights?
Weekends are also week starts.
Don't fish for compliments
without bait.
I once met a governor.
Consider yourself gentleman-ed.
You have the shiny trident.
And you have the shiny tiara.
Have you considered the dating?
Joy! I have created
the love connection.
Oh, so many of the guests
look the lonely.
I must do more
of the matchmaking.
I believe you two
were meant for each other.
Please do not question
the heart.
So cool!
Who's the favorite
in the next race?
Hmm. Looks like the favorite
is Pumpkin Gold Hairnet.
Ooh, he's fast.
Wait, who's that?
That's Thanksgiving Leftovers.
Aw, it says here
she's never won.
And nobody believes in her.
That's so sad.
Raven, we're going to make
Thanksgiving Leftovers
a champion.
The next gentleman skill...
The Dance.
Yo, I's a master dancer.
What the...
What's going on now?
This is Regency Dance.
It's about grace, control...
...and elegance.
Regency dance?
Why didn't you say so?
Oh yeah, boy. Check this out.
Consider yourself
gentleman-ed, fool.
I believe you two
are the lovely couple.
And you two are also the match.
And you the match. The match.
The match. The match.
The match. The match.
All right,
Thanksgiving Leftovers,
we are gonna get you
into shape.
Lift, Thanksgiving Leftovers.
Lift!
All right!
Yes, Thanksgiving Leftovers.
You're doing it.
- Yeah!
- Whoo!
Ooh. Okay,
Thanksgiving Leftovers.
We believe in you.
No, no, don't look at
Pumpkin Gold Hairnet.
Focus.
Pheasants, on your marks.
Ready!
Steady!
-Go!
Yeah!
-Run Thanksgiving Leftovers.
-We believe in you!
Yeah, awesome!
Woo-hoo!
Lefts!
We believe in you!
Yay!
Woo-hoo! Yeah!
Looks like the heir
will be decided by
their dining etiquette.
Beast Boy, you love salad.
You go first.
Okay, I'll just, uh...
Oh, what's the matter?
Can't find the salad fork?
No, no, no. I's a gentleman.
I know it's, uh, this one.
- Ha! That's a fish fork.
- I meant this one.
Fruit fork.
Fruit don't need no fork.
Dinner fork, soup spoon,
butter knife, butter spoon,
nut scoop, ham fork, ham spoon
and finally, salad fork.
I did it.
I'm the gentlemanliest
gentleman.
Go Robin, you're the gentleman.
You're so proper.
Gets the manor.
Ooh, ooh.
Dancing on the table, bro?
Uh-uh.
Not very gentlemanly.
In fact, one might
call it uncouth.
What did you call me?
You heard me. You's uncouth.
That's not a word
to use lightly.
I challenge you to a duel.
Oh-ho-ho. I know you did not
just slap me
with your baby hand glove.
A duel, good sir,
to end this rivalry
once and for all.
I'ma duel on your face, son.
You know the rules of the duel.
Everybody knows the rules
to badminton, fool.
Ha! I's got advantage.
Oops. Racket slipped.
You meant to do that, yo.
If I did, there's nothing wrong
with a little gamesmanship.
Gamesmanship?
I'll show you gamesmanship.
How's that for gamesmanship?
It's on.
I am pleased to announce
that Master Wayne has chosen
the heir to Wayne Manor.
Finally.
Wayne Manor will be left to
Master Wayne's new bride,
champion race pheasant,
Thanksgiving Leftovers.
What?
I was the one who matched them.
No!
♪ T-E-E-N
♪ T-I-T-A-N-S
♪ Teen Titans, let's go
♪ Teen Titans, go ♪
Oh, just say your thing
already, dude.
I have received
a correspondence
of the most
consequential nature.
Why's you talking so weird?
Is friend Robin having
the concussion?
I've got some important mail.
It's an invitation to the
Wayne Manor Regency Ball.
Stop!
This isn't a typical
house party.
It's a rich people party.
A sophisticated affair
in a world of wealth,
refinement and manners.
Will they have party size
potato chips?
No!
More importantly,
there are rumors
that Bruce Wayne
will finally name an heir
to his manor.
It could only go
to a true gentleman.
A master of conversation,
grace and manners.
Let me guess.
You think you're
that true gentleman?
Of course.
Ooh, the ball sounds
the romantic.
Yeah, about that.
I think this party
is a bit too fancy
for your tastes.
But, but, but...
Exactly.
It's always butts
with you guys.
Now, promise not to go.
Fine.
We promise not to go.
Good. Now,
if you'll all excuse me,
I must prepare for the ball.
Presenting the ruler
of Atlantis, defender of seas
and friend to fish
Arthur Curry, the Aquaman.
And that's why no man is a man
without a personal chef.
Presenting Raven, daughter
of Trigon the Terrible.
What?
Half man, half machine,
all handsome.
Sir Cyborg. Booyah.
The princess who will do
the good socializing
and is the fanciest
of the schmanciest,
Starfire.
And the illest, chillest,
never going to get your Phyllis
nonstop party train
this place about to go insane,
super duke, Beast Boy.
This place is amazing.
Alfred will introduce you
however you want, yo.
What are you guys doing here?
A super duke goes
where he pleases.
Speaking of which,
Alfred, I gots to tinkle.
You know what to do.
Presenting the illest, chillest...
I am going to be the butterfly
that is the social.
Just don't embarrass me, okay?
Be cool, have an hors d'oeuvre,
watch a pheasant race.
Pheasant race?
I've never seen
a pheasant race before.
I've never seen a pheasant.
I could get used to this place.
Yeah, I'll be sure
to let you visit.
Or maybe I'll be sure
to let you visit.
- What?
- I is as gentlemanly
as you, fool.
Why can't I be the heir?
You know, I'd look good
as a bust.
Fine. A gentleman-off it is.
The first essential
gentleman skill
is conversation.
A true gentleman entrances
a party through words alone.
I'm gonna crush
this conversation, yo.
I's a great listener.
Gentlemen don't listen.
They're too busy speaking.
Just because a pig has a pen,
doesn't mean he can write.
Yo! What was that?
A mildly amusing pun.
One of the tools
in the conversational arsenal.
Like stories of being rich
or philosophical nonsense.
Philosophical nonsense?
Is the sky blue
or is everything else
simply not blue?
I thinks I get it.
Washed hands
are never cleaneth.
Trees are just tall bushes.
A chair is a table you sit on.
The holiest cheese is Swiss.
Uh, a light switch?
Why's you gotta switch
between lights?
Weekends are also week starts.
Don't fish for compliments
without bait.
I once met a governor.
Consider yourself gentleman-ed.
You have the shiny trident.
And you have the shiny tiara.
Have you considered the dating?
Joy! I have created
the love connection.
Oh, so many of the guests
look the lonely.
I must do more
of the matchmaking.
I believe you two
were meant for each other.
Please do not question
the heart.
So cool!
Who's the favorite
in the next race?
Hmm. Looks like the favorite
is Pumpkin Gold Hairnet.
Ooh, he's fast.
Wait, who's that?
That's Thanksgiving Leftovers.
Aw, it says here
she's never won.
And nobody believes in her.
That's so sad.
Raven, we're going to make
Thanksgiving Leftovers
a champion.
The next gentleman skill...
The Dance.
Yo, I's a master dancer.
What the...
What's going on now?
This is Regency Dance.
It's about grace, control...
...and elegance.
Regency dance?
Why didn't you say so?
Oh yeah, boy. Check this out.
Consider yourself
gentleman-ed, fool.
I believe you two
are the lovely couple.
And you two are also the match.
And you the match. The match.
The match. The match.
The match. The match.
All right,
Thanksgiving Leftovers,
we are gonna get you
into shape.
Lift, Thanksgiving Leftovers.
Lift!
All right!
Yes, Thanksgiving Leftovers.
You're doing it.
- Yeah!
- Whoo!
Ooh. Okay,
Thanksgiving Leftovers.
We believe in you.
No, no, don't look at
Pumpkin Gold Hairnet.
Focus.
Pheasants, on your marks.
Ready!
Steady!
-Go!
Yeah!
-Run Thanksgiving Leftovers.
-We believe in you!
Yeah, awesome!
Woo-hoo!
Lefts!
We believe in you!
Yay!
Woo-hoo! Yeah!
Looks like the heir
will be decided by
their dining etiquette.
Beast Boy, you love salad.
You go first.
Okay, I'll just, uh...
Oh, what's the matter?
Can't find the salad fork?
No, no, no. I's a gentleman.
I know it's, uh, this one.
- Ha! That's a fish fork.
- I meant this one.
Fruit fork.
Fruit don't need no fork.
Dinner fork, soup spoon,
butter knife, butter spoon,
nut scoop, ham fork, ham spoon
and finally, salad fork.
I did it.
I'm the gentlemanliest
gentleman.
Go Robin, you're the gentleman.
You're so proper.
Gets the manor.
Ooh, ooh.
Dancing on the table, bro?
Uh-uh.
Not very gentlemanly.
In fact, one might
call it uncouth.
What did you call me?
You heard me. You's uncouth.
That's not a word
to use lightly.
I challenge you to a duel.
Oh-ho-ho. I know you did not
just slap me
with your baby hand glove.
A duel, good sir,
to end this rivalry
once and for all.
I'ma duel on your face, son.
You know the rules of the duel.
Everybody knows the rules
to badminton, fool.
Ha! I's got advantage.
Oops. Racket slipped.
You meant to do that, yo.
If I did, there's nothing wrong
with a little gamesmanship.
Gamesmanship?
I'll show you gamesmanship.
How's that for gamesmanship?
It's on.
I am pleased to announce
that Master Wayne has chosen
the heir to Wayne Manor.
Finally.
Wayne Manor will be left to
Master Wayne's new bride,
champion race pheasant,
Thanksgiving Leftovers.
What?
I was the one who matched them.
No!