The Jetsons (1962–1963): Season 2, Episode 38 - Boy George - full transcript

Mornin', Mrs. J.
What will it be?

Eggs Neptune, Rosie.
Better get George's too.

Two Neptunes coming up.

viip

And it's going, going.

Saved by Rosie
in the outfield.

And the crowd goes wild.

We really should get
that menulater fixed.

I don't know, Mrs. J.

It kinda keeps me limber
in the off season.

[yawning]
Good morning, dear.



You'd better hurry
and eat, dear.

You'll be late for work again.

Nah. I've got plenty of time.

- Morning.
- Good morning, dear.

Dad, I don't wanna
go to school today.

- Oh, that's fine, Elroy.
- George?

Now, Elroy, we've been through
this three times this week.

- You have to go to school.
- Listen to your mother, Elroy.

[yawning]

But, dad, I hate school.
They're always pickin' on me.

Sometimes you just gotta face

the things you don't like,
Elroy.

[yawning]

After all you can't go
through life lying down.



splat

[snoring]

George?

He's out at the plate, Mrs. J.

Oh, he's been
so rundown lately.

Nothing seems
to snap him out of it.

[electric guitar music]
Yeow!

Looks like Miss Judy's
found the answer.

What in the galaxy is that?

It's Bruce Starsteen's
latest hit.

Doesn't it flip you?

Yeah, well, just flip in there

and turn that thing
off, off, off!

Oh, dad, you're so earthbound.

Oh, boy, that music
is not what I needed

to hear this morning.

You're just getting older, dear.

Remember the songs
we used to listen to?

They didn't sound like that.
And I'm not getting old.

I just feel a little rundown.

Then, maybe you should
stay home today.

Yeah, dad,
I'll stay home with you.

Elroy!

No, honey, I can't.

Spacely's got some
big presentation coming up and..

Oh, my god!
What time is it? 8:40!

I'm late for work!

Mwah.
Goodbye, honey.

And don't ever let me
oversleep like this again.

Oh, I give up.

(man on TV)
'Announcing new products
from Contempo Computers.'

'The company that thinks young.'

'Are you tired of troublesome
spots on your clothes?'

'Now, you can blast them out
with a nuclear spot remover.'

'New from Comtempo Computers.'

'And don't let another stranger
into your house'

'unless you have
the security welcome mat'

'from Comtempo Computers.'

'Never again will you be
bothered by guests'

'carrying pests
and concealed weapons.'

'Great fun at parties too.'

'All new
from Comtempo Computers.'

'The company that thinks young.'

Now, there's a modern company,
Comtempo Computers.

"The company that thinks young."

We've gotta get
that account, Jetson.

Jetson?

Jetson!

Napping on company time, eh?

'I'll fix him.'

slap slap slap

Huh?

Yikes!
Yes, sir, Mr. Spacely sir.

I oughta fire you.

That tape you just slept through
was about Comtempo Computers.

Comtempo Computers?

I wouldn't expect you
to know about it, Jetson.

It's only the hottest
new company in the galaxy.

We're meeting with
the guy who runs it tomorrow.

They say he's a young genius.
Full of fresh ideas.

You've gotta come up with an
angle to sell 'em our sprockets.

What about the old
dependability angle, sir?

"You can depend
on Spacely's Sprockets."

"The company
that never changes."

I expected a stale old idea
like that

from a stale old mind
like yours.

Fortunately, I planned ahead.

You see that billboard, Jetson?

I put them all over town.

(Jetson)
'"Spacely Sprockets
needs bright young executives.'

'Apply now?"'

That's right, Jetson, you.

The future belongs
to the young.

If we're gonna stay
in this game

we need someone
with a fresh face.

New ideas, someone
who thinks young.

You called?
You're Mr. Spacely?

Uh, yes.
Who are you?

Jacque Nova is the name.
Sales is the game.

I'm here about the job.
I just graduated from MIT.

The Martian Institute
of Technology.

My thesis was
on Contempo Computers.

That's perfect!

Miss Booster, have those
billboards taken down

and tell the other applicants
to go home.

Oh, that's already
taken care of.

I told them the position
is filled. Ha ha ha.

Well, now there's
an enterprising young man.

Jetson, why can't you be
more like that?

I, uh, I mean, uh..

Nova, with you makin'
this pitch

we're bound to get the account.

Glad to be on board,
Mr. Spacely.

Uh, what about me, sir?

Of course, Jetson,
I forgot.

We better have an older employee
like you at the meeting.

So you can fall asleep
in the middle of it.

Now, get out of here
and clear those cobwebs

outta your middle-aged brains
if you wanna keep your job.

Nice knowin' you, pal.
Ha ha ha.

Boy, what a day!

Home early, Mr. Jetson?

Yeah, Henry,
I'm not feelin' so hot.

Well, Mr. Jetson,
he he he

when you get to be our age
you gotta slow down a little.

Our age?

Yeah, Henry.
I guess you're right.

You better be good
to that old ticker

if you want it
to keep on ticking.

Yeah, that's me, Henry,
a ticking clock

and my time is running out.

Okay, ladies, come on.

And one, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

Honey, I'm home.

Reorge!

Astro, down boy,
down.

Knock it off, will you?
I'm too old for this.

- Reorge?
- Help me up, Astro.

Rokay, Reorge.

George, what's wrong?

Jane, honey, it's all over.
Get out my will.

Your will?
What are you talking about?

Spacely says I'm too old
for my job.

That's ridiculous, George.

Mr. Spacely doesn't realize
how valuable you are

to that company.

It's not just Spacely,
I might as well face it, Jane.

I'm getting old.

Mom, I'm home.
What's wrong with, dad?

Oh, Elroy, my son.

Let me look at you
one last time.

- You're going somewhere, dad?
- Yes, Elroy.

You might say I'm heading for
that big black hole in the sky.

Oh, good.
Then, I can change schools.

What's this about
changing schools, Elroy?

That bully's after me again.

Ha ha, the problems of youth.

How sweet those problems seem

when the very
laser light of life itself

'is soon to be snubbed.'

Reorge!

[sobbing]

[sobbing]
Ron't reave us.

slurp slurp slurp

Get off me, you canine oaf!

[sobbing]

[blows nose]

[Orbitty mumbling]

You're being silly, George.

Look at Jock The Rocket.

He's twice your age,
and he's in great shape.

One, two, three, and rest.

How does he do it?

Friends, are feeling
tired and rundown?

Have you lost
the old planetary pep?

Boy, I'll say.

Then, do what I do.

Visit the
Nuclear Nutrition Center.

'Yes, the
Nuclear Nutrition Center'

'has a full supply
of Venusian vitamins'

and cosmic health foods
that puts you back into orbit.

Come on, stop in today
Tell 'em Jock sent you.

George, if you're really
feeling so bad

it wouldn't hurt to give
those health foods a try.

Yeah, maybe, you're right.

I'll show that Spacely
just how young I can be.

After all, I've got
nothing to lose, except my job.

Ha ha, you're gonna need the
whole treatment, buddy boy.

Cosmic kelp, atomic yeast,
space bods, galactic wheatgerm

retro rosehips,
solar selenium, neuro niacin

B-complex, C-simplex,
B-mobiplex.

What's this?

Oh, just a little
experimental formula of mine.

(George)
'"Rejuvenex."'

Designed to make people feel
younger, I can't give it to you.

It's very experimental,
hasn't been tested yet.

[dog barking]

Yikes!

Oh, down, boy, down.

Nice pooch.
Ha ha ha.

Uh-oh, looks like
my solar yeast bit the dust.

Oh, dear, let me see if there's
more in the backroom.

Come on, boy.

Hmm, Rejuvenex, huh?

That old mutt will never notice
if I take a little. Ha ha ha.

- 'You're in luck.'
- Huh?

I found another bottle.

[giggling]
Oh, great.

Thanks a lot.

Hope you feel better.

Liverspot, don't eat that.

[yapping]

The Rejuvenex formula!
It worked!

It worked a little too well.

boing boing boing

Mmm, that eggs Neptune
sure smells good.

I'm starved.

Good. Here's
your breakfast, Mr. J.

Yuck! What is it?

(Rosie)
'Space sprouts
and mashed yeast. Yummy.'

I ate this junk
for dinner last night

and I don't feel any better.

You can have anything
in this box.

I hear the cosmic kelp is
scrumptious this time of year.

- Ha ha ha.
- Very funny.

I'm glad that torturing me
hasn't impaired

your sense of humor.

Now, dear, give
the new diet a few days

before you pass judgment on it.

I can pass judgment
on it after one bite.

It tastes terrible.

Well, don't stuff yourself.
Mwah.

I'm going shopping.
See you tonight.

Bye, dear.

Good riddance.

Hey.

Rejuvenex.

I wonder.

[sniffing]

Phew.

Well, it can't be any worse
than mashed peas.

gulp gulp gulp

Hey, I feel better already.

I'll show that Spacely
some youth.

grrr

[barking]

Astro, cut it out.

Astro, are you nuts?

Huh?
Oh, no, the Rejuvenex.

It made me into a kid.

Astro, wait.
It's me, George.

Reorge?

[sniffing]

Reorge!

I'm sorry, Reorge.

I don't know who you are,
but Elroy is not here.

It's me, George.
Don't you recognize me?

Sorry, Georgie, but Elroy has so
many friends I can't keep track.

Now, better go home.

Gee, this is terrible.

Spacely wanted me to think
young, but this is ridiculous.

I just have time to stop by
that nutrition place..

...and pick up the antidote.

- Uh-oh!
- Alright, son.

Aren't you a little young
to be driving?

Uh, I can explain, officer.

I took a youth serum.
I'm really an adult.

Sure, you are, son.

Now, just come along quietly.
I'll take you to school.

School?
I'm supposed to be at work.

You see, I'm really 38

but I stopped
by the health food store--

Listen, kid. Save it for
your creative writing class.

Wait, you've gotta listen to me.

Sheesh, I'm a middle-aged
juvenile delinquent.

The hypotenuse of
the variable molecular cosine

is a sum of it's quadrants
subdivided by the ratio

of its square root
or something like that.

Very good, Elroy.

Now, if you'll all
get your

[knock on door]
trigonometry tapes..

Excuse me, class.

Ma'am, I caught this kid
playing hooky from school.

- Recognize him?
- Never seen him before.

But he looks like
a troublemaker.

Listen to me, I'm an adult.

Now, we can't call
ourselves an adult

if we play hooky
from school, can we?

He says his name is George.

I'd appreciate it
if you look after him for a day.

I'll keep him in line.

Wait, you can't leave me here.

George, unless you want
to stay after school

you'll take an empty desk
and keep quiet.

After school?
I've gotta get to work.

Now, that's the right attitude.

Psst, Elroy, Elroy.

George, one more outburst
out of you, young man

and you'll be sitting
on the dunce stool.

[sniggering]

ping

Yeow!

I warned you,
you juvenile delinquent!

I didn't do anything.
Something hit me.

[bell ringing]

[children cheering]

Hey, what's going on?

They're going to recess.
You're staying here.

Hall manager to room 26,
please.

Keep an eye on this one
in the dunce cap, will you?

Ooh-ho-ho, he looks like
a troublemaker.

Listen, this is all a mistake.
Call my wife. Call my boss.

I'll lose my job.

Gee, that voice sounds familiar.

- 'Call Mr. Spacely.'
- Dad?

Listen, I've got to get
to a meeting. What do you want?

Money? A new job?
Alpha lubricant?

You can't bribe me,
you rapscallion.

(Elroy)
'Help! Help!.'

A child in trouble!

My anti-gravity belt's stuck.

Your belt looks alright to me.

It's fine now, thanks.

Nice going, Elroy.

I've been duped.
Come back here.

One of these ought
to do something.

Whoah!

- Let's scram.
- You ain't kiddin'

Juvenile delinquent escaped.

[choking]
V-vandalition .

[stammering]
S-sound the alarm!

(man on speaker)
'Escaped student vandal,
be on the lookout'

'for George and his accomplice.'

I can't take
being a kid anymore.

- I've got to get the antidote.
- I'm going to find that kid.

- You better go, dad.
- Yeah, call your mother.

And tell her to meet me
at Contempo Computers.

- Okay, dad.
- And thanks, Elroy.

There he goes. After him.

What do you mean
there's no antidote?

Well, I told you
it hadn't been tested yet.

(George)
'You mean I must be
like this forever?'

Relax. Maybe, you'll
enjoy life as a kid.

[yapping]

Uh-oh.
Where's your backdoor?

Well, I don't have one.

You do now.

- Which way did that kid go?
- Out the new backdoor.

splash

Liverspot.

[barking]

Water...H2O.

Of course, water's the antidote.
Eureka!

I'll just have to explain
this to Mr. Spacely

and hope for the best.

They're gaining on me.
I better step on it.

[siren wailing]

It's that
juvenile delinquent again!

And this time, he's speeding.

Hello, there you are, Nova.
Ready for the big pitch?

Yes, but he's making it for me.

Cogswell,
what are you doing here?

Just gloating, Spacely, old pal.
Just gloating.

Bu-but, but I thought--

You thought I was
working for you? Ha ha ha.

That's the oldest gag
in the book.

If you weren't working
for him, I'd, I'd fire you.

When our young friend here makes
his pitch, this Contempo account

will be in the bag.
My bag that is.

[both laughing]

Maybe, I can still get Jetson
here. Where's the phone?

I think I lost them.

Oops! Two minutes
to the meeting.

Yes, Mr. Spacely.

Miss Booster,
get me George Jetson.

- This is an emergency.
- Yes, sir.

- Mr. Spacely?
- Hey, go away kid. I'm busy.

But it's me, George.

Mr. Jetson isn't here, sir.

Of course, I'm not there,
I'm here.

Well, find him and tell him
to get to Contempo Computers

on the double.

Yes, sir.

But Mr. Spacely, it's me,
George Jetson. I'm right here.

Jetson? Where?

Here.

[stammering]
Jetson, w-what happened to you?

I bought a tonic to make me
feel young again

and it turned me into a kid.

Ha ha ha. Spacely you make
it too easy for me. He he he.

What are you running here?
A business?

Or a nursery school?
Ha ha ha.

Oh, I'm finished,
ruined, doomed.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

The president of the company
is on his way out to see you.

Oh, no.
I can't let him see you.

What's going on here?

[stammering]
I-I was just...that is I mean
I, uh, he wa-I was, he's not.

Don't mind, Spacely

and his child labor problems,
Mr. President.

I'm sure that my company has
just what you're looking for.

But I'm not the president.
He is.

So you're the young genius
who runs this place?

Correct. And who, sir,
might you be?

George Jetson, sir,
with Spacely Sprockets.

Wait, wait.
I mean, he's not.

- Are you Mr. Spacely?
- Uh, yes.

It's about time
that large corporations

hired young people
like myself.

What? Oh, of course.
He he he.

Uh, George here is my top man.
I mean boy, I mean..

I applaud you
on your good judgment.

The account is yours.

Oh, thank you, sir.
You won't be sorry.

Gentlemen, we have
another appointment.

- Nice meeting, you.
- Jetson, we did it.

- Nova, you're fired.
- Hey, who knew.

Spacely, you sly dog, you..

That's his bike, alright.

He must be inside.

Jetson, that was a mighty
clever ruse of yours

turning into a kid.

- Thank you, sir, but I--
- No buts, George.

It's the vice presidency
for you.

- There he is.
- Yike!

Uh-oh, what's going on?

- He belongs in school.
- He belongs in jail.

Uh-oh, wait,
you can't put me in school.

I'm a vice president.

Argh!

splash

- Where am I?
- I don't believe it.

Do you still wanna
put me in school?

But you were a kid.
Adult.

Kid. Adult.

Kid. Adult.
Kid. Adult.

Kid. Adult.
Kid. Adult.

I guess you'll still have
to lock me up for that ticket.

Are you kidding?

If I told them about this

down at the station
they'd lock me up.

Jetson, you've got to get more
of that youth potion.

The president of Contempo
thinks you're a kid.

Oh, no.
I've had it with youth.

In fact, after today, I'm
looking forward to my old age.

Oh, where am I gonna
get another kid?

Dad, you're back
to your old self again.

George, I got here
as fast as I could.

Elroy, listen, son, how would
you like to be a vice president?

Gee, Mr. Spacely,
sounds swell. I think.

My boy,
I've got big plans for you.

What's going on?

Jane, honey,
you'd never believe it.

So what do you say,
you and me just go home

and grow old together.
Mwah

- George.
- Ha ha ha. Well, not that old.

[theme music]