The Jetsons (1962–1963): Season 3, Episode 5 - Father/Daughter Dance - full transcript

[theme music]

Meet George Jetson

His boy Elroy

Daughter Judy

Jane his wife

[theme music]

Girls, these tapes will remind
you how our gym was decorated

for last year's
Father-Daughter Dance.

Thank you for bringing
them in, Marsha.

Oh, I just wanted us to remember
how beautiful it was.

So we could do
even better this year.



[techno music]

(Marsha)
'Oh! Who can that be?'

'Ah! Why, it's daddy and me.'

Hmm, she also just wanted
to remind us who won

the dance contest last year.

Oh, that's right.
Daddy and I did win, didn't we?

But of course,
nobody has be reminded who lost.

'Oh dear! I do hope we
do better this year.'

You certainly couldn't
do any worse.

[both giggling]

I hate her.
I hate her.

I hate her!

Got it. You had a little tiff
with Marsha this afternoon.

So what else is new?



The Father-Daughter Dance is
gonna be the most embarrassing

night of my life.

Figures, considering you told me
the same thing last year.

Di-Di, I'm not going. No way!

Can't, if I'm sick.

O-o-o-h!

Louder, I don't think
she heard you.

O-o-ohh!

Judy, was that you
making that terrible noise?

Oh, I don't feel well, mother.

On a Friday afternoon?

That's very unusual.

It's the 48-hour flu.

E-everyone's getting it.
I-I'll be fine Sunday morning.

Maybe, we should have the doctor
check you out, anyway.

Doctor? Oh no, mom.
Honestly, you don't have to.

Now then,
what's the problem?

She says,
it's the 48-hour flu, doctor.

48-hour, huh?

Maybe, it's two 24-hour flus.

Open wide.

[antenna beeping]

Ah, uh-huh.
Alright. Uh-huh.

Just as I thought, a severe case
of Father-Daughter Danceophobia.

In other words,
you don't wanna go.

How did you know?

Easy! Exactly one year ago

I treated you for kicked shins
and bruised feet.

See you next year.

Judy, you'll break
your father's heart

if he can't take you
to that dance.

Mom, you don't know
what I went through.

Judy, I can't explain,
but this year

you're going to have
a wonderful time.

Trust me.

Trust you?

Mom, this is a matter
of life and death.

And broken bones!

Mother!

Sorry, but I've been
sworn to secrecy.

Mother, I don't believe you.

I'm dying,
about to face the absolute

grossest Saturday night
of my life.

- And you're sworn to secrecy.
- 'I'm sorry, dear.'

But it wouldn't be fair
to tell you

your father's been taking
dancing lessons.

Uh...oh. I guess
I'm not sworn anymore.

Dancing lessons?
You're kidding!

He wanted to surprise you.

He's been sneaking out of work
every afternoon for months.

Who knows, you two might just
win first prize tomorrow night.

Ooh, is he that good, mom?

I don't know, dear.

Your father didn't tell me
where the lessons were.

And if he did, you'd probably
be sworn to secrecy.

Come to think of it, that's
probably why he didn't tell me.

You're askin' me for help?
That's a first.

Please, Elroy.

Okay. Um, give me
one of dad's shoes.

(Judy)
'A shoe? What for?'

We're gonna find him
with this electronic sniffer

that I've been working on.

Okay, genius, you're the boss.

Astro, you're gonna be the
best bloodhound in the galaxy.

Right, right. What do I do?

Alright, Elroy,
here's daddy's shoe.

Okay, Astro,
just take a good sniff.

I resign.

Come on.

[sniffing]

Hmm, needs adjustment.

O-h-h-h!

[crashing]

Come on!
It's not that bad.

Worse.

Okay, super-sniffer,
lead us to the dance studio

where dad's takin' lessons.

Dancin' lessons? George?

[laughing]

[beeping]

R-ratta way.

North.
by northwest.

Three degrees.

R-right here.

(Judy)
'It's daddy.'

'And he's wonderful.'

(Astro)
R-rook, it isn't daddy.

(female instructor)
'Oh, much better, Mr. Jetson.'

'You're really improving.'

That must be daddy.

Improving, huh?

Absolutely.

Ouch!

That's the real daddy, alright.

Try not to kick me
so much, Mr. Jetson.

Uh, sorry.

Ouch!

The advertising said, you
weren't programmed for "ouch".

I'm just not programmed
for "yeow!"

It's all over.

I'll never be able to show
my face in school again.

If you wanna wear this,
you won't have to.

[crying]

[panting]

Has Mr. Spacely
been around, R.U.D.I.?

You lucked out again today.

I don't want you to be deflated,
'cause you did a good job.

Those dance lessons have put you
wa-a-ay behind schedule, George.

This was the last one.

Can't wait till Judy
sees me tomorrow night.

[cymbal music]

- Uh!
- 'Bet she can't, either.'

My dance teacher said
I showed great improvement.

Some robots will do anything
for a buck.

I just have to
keep practicing.

Geo-r-r-rge,
your work is piling up.

They gave me this
Do-It-Yourself dance kit.

Who says you can't mix business
and pleasure, R.U.D.I.?

I'm ready when you are.

Ah! Okay.

[beeping]

[beeping]

[beeping]

Jetson?

Jetson!
Take your hands off me.

Mr. Spacely! Uh, I was trying
some new exercises.

They get me fit, so, uh,
I can work even faster.

Well, you couldn't
be working any slower.

You're falling behind, Jetson.

Behind!

And can't you wipe your feet
before you come in?

- Sorry.
- Never mind.

Look at this.

You know what that is?

One of our space sprockets, sir?

One of our old-fashioned
space sprockets.

Good sprocket, good sprocket.

This is our newest
space sprocket.

Self-balancing,
no shimmy, no vibration.

The whole galaxy
will want one of these.

We've just started production

but already there's a bottleneck
right here in this office.

Don't worry, Mr. Spacely.

From now on
there's no stoppin' me.

I knew you'd say that, Jetson.

I know you'll work day and night
until you catch up.

Because you're
a dedicated employee.

Thank you, Mr. Spacely.

Day and night? The dance!

[upbeat music]

Mr. Spacely, I can't possibly
work tomorrow night.

Then you don't have to.

- I don't?
- Of course not.

You can quit.
You can be fired.

Or you can work tomorrow night.

What'll I do?

Guess you'll work
tomorrow night, Geo-r-r-rge.

Poor Judy, wait till
she hears this.

I know, the Mars Foreign Legion.

If I leave now,
I can enlist by midnight.

I don't think
they take girls.

But they'd probably
love to have one.

Judy honey, I'm afraid
I've got some bad news.

What, daddy?

Well, uh, I can't take you
to the dance tomorrow night.

I have to work.

Oh, daddy!

I mean, oh, daddy.
How awful!

I'll understand
if you can't forgive me.

Of course,
I'll forgive you.

I'll just have to learn
to live with it.

I suppose, it's all
part of growing up.

I know it's
a tough one, dear.

But you came through
like a trooper. Thanks.

Di-Di, this has turned to be
the most super-day of my life.

You heard her, R.U.D.I.
So brave, so courageous.

Her little heart breaking.
I've gotta do something.

(Judy)
'Good morning!'

Isn't this the most beautiful
morning you've ever seen?

You don't have
to look quite so happy

about not going tonight, Judy.

You didn't see what dad looks
like, when he tries to dance.

Morning, everybody. No time
to eat. Have to get to work.

Morning, daddy.
I mean...good morning.

Cheer up, darling. You might
just get to the dance after all.

What? Wha-what do you mean?

Morning, folks!

- Grandpa Jetson!
- What are you doing here?

I have come to take a lovely
young lady to a dance tonight.

Oh, no! You can't!

I mean, this is only
for fathers and daughters.

I called the principal.
No problem.

No problem?

O-h-h-h!

Ha ha ha, she's really
overwhelmed, grandpa.

Now what?

Oh-ho-o-o!

My escort to the dance
is gonna be Grandpa Jetson.

You know what
that's gonna be like?

[pleasant music]

[eerie music]

[both laughing]

No!

I won't go to the dance
with a man from another century.

Looks like you have to.

Provided he can
stay up that late.

Di-Di! Of course! I got
all day to wear him out.

By tonight he'll be so tired,
he'll sleep for a month.

Judy, that's not nice.

I'm a desperate woman.

[upbeat music]

(Judy)
'This is the Galexaria Mall,
Grandpa Jetson.'

'We kids spend
a lot of time here.'

(Grandpa Jetson)
'Sure is nice of you
to take me around with you'

to get me in the swing
of things. Heh-heh.

By dance time tonight,
I'll really be in the groove.

The groove? O-h-h!

What's that?

'Oh, that's where
we go surfing.'

Hmm, wouldn't mind
giving that a try.

Ah, that's kind of dangerous,
Grandpa Jetson.

But there are lots of other
things we can do.

'How about roller-skating?'

Fine! It's been 70 or 80 years,
but they say you never forget.

'Uh, what did you say
we were doing?'

Roller-skating,
the old-fashioned kind.

Without the ion jet propulsion
engines. They're more fun.

Better exercise too.

You're right.
I didn't think of that.

[Judy panting]

You aren't pooping out
on me, are you?

Just because I beat you
a measly 17 races in a row.

Oh, I'm not used to these
do-it-yourself roller-skates.

Then let's get powered up, girl!

[whistling]

Bring us a couple
of super chargers.

How do you work these gadgets?

Let's see now.
Slow, fast, and orbit.

Ha! That sounds like fun.

No, grandpa.
Not while you're learning.

Grandpa!

[boy screaming]

Wait for me!

Grandpa Jetson.

Come on, slow poke.
This is fun.

Look out!

[crashing]

[Judy screaming]

Ha-ha, now this is really fun.

Can we go home now?

(male host)
'Welcome gals and dads, to your
Annual Father-Daughter Dance.'

'I'll be scoring you
for every dance'

'but most important,
the last dance.'

Will our grand prize winner
tonight be you?

Let's find out.

(Grandpa Jetson)
'Here's the gymnasium, Judy.'

Surprised you couldn't find it
in your own high school.

Ha-ha, I must've forgot.

Well, let's get it over with.

Why, Judy, I was wondering
where you were.

And Mr. Jetson, you're a little
older than I remember you.

Uh, my father had to work.

I'm Grandpa Jetson.
I'm a 110 years old.

And I'll out-dance
any man in the house.

Isn't he sweet?

[all laughing]

That's my kind of music

and now you're gonna see
my kind of dancing.

[ballroom music]

Well, Marsha, it appears
we have competition this year.

You can't mean Judy Jetson.

(male host)
'And that dance goes
to the Jetsons, making it a tie'

between them
and the Van Marsdales.

Oh, grandpa,
you're terrific!

And you're not
the first female to say so.

They're tied with us, daddy.

And he isn't even her father.

But he's very good, Marsha.

Let's be fair.

Oh, naturally, daddy.
I'd never wanna be unfair.

Looks like we don't have
to worry anymore.

What's the matter?

I-I don't know, but I think
I invented a new step.

Hey! It's like what they used
to call breakdancing.

I know why. If you're not
careful, you could break

every bone in your body.

Say, that old man
is outstanding.

Argh.

It's hard to believe,
when I remember what a klutz

her father was.

And he had to work tonight.

Excuse me, daddy. I'm about
to go get us a little insurance.

I hope Judy is having
a good time.

- Mr. Jetson?
- Yes?

Judy told me you'd be here.

We all wanted to thank you
for giving us

the biggest laugh
of the century.

- How's that?
- Your grandfather dancing.

I've never seen
anything so funny.

And we thought you were bad.

Oh, I'm sorry,
I didn't mean that.

Grandpa? The laughing stock
of the century?

'Or any century.
Thank you, Mr. Jetson.'

[laughing]

Wait, wait.

Oh, boy. I thought
I was helping my daughter.

I've helped her into the most
embarrassing night of her life.

- Is it that bad, George?
- Sounds like it, R.U.D.I.

I better get there
before it gets any worse.

You still have
a lot of work to do.

Speed up to Warp 2.

That's madness, George.

You can't even keep up with
Warp 1, without taking vitamins.

Warp 2, R.U.D.I.

Warp 3, Warp 4.

[explosion]

Trouble, Geo-r-r-rge,
I don't believe this myself

but I think you were going
faster than the machinery.

Machinery or no machinery,
I can't stop now, Rudi.

I gotta get to the dance.

I hate to tell you
this, Geo-r-r-rge.

You're as much
of a klutz as ever.

The kids will laugh at you too.

Why am I so clumsy?
It's not fair.

Even that darn self-balancing
sprocket has more balance

than I do. Ouch!

It's stuck.
That's all I need.

Wait, maybe it is. Dance!

- What?
- Dance, George.

R.U.D.I., I'm good.

Sure you are.

Now get out of here,
and show your daughter.

Jetson! What have you done
to my machinery, Jetson?

Everything stopped.

No time to explain now, sir.

I'm already two hours late for
the father and daughter dance.

Get back here, Jetson

or you've danced your last dance
with this company.

Oh, it's like the Jetsons
and the Van Marsdales are tied.

'So, after a short break,
let's give them the floor alone'

'for the last dance to decide
this year's grand prize winner.'

We'll do it, Grandpa Jetson.
We'll win.

[engine revving]

Oh, no. Daddy's here.

Guess I'll have to hand you over
to the younger generation.

He'll ruin our chances
of winning.

Well, it must've been
important for him to get here.

Well, I won't be laughed at.

Why, Mr. Jetson,
what a surprise.

Judy will be delighted.
I just saw her a minute ago.

[laughing]

I am set for Level 1
basketball training.

Do you want Level 2?
I am set for Level 1 basketball.

O-h-h!

Oh!

Judy, I'm here.
Everything's gonna be okay.

Please, daddy, there's something
I gotta tell you.

'Get ready for the last dance,
gals and dads.'

'This is the one that separates
the winners from the losers.'

Daddy, please listen.

(Spacely)
'Jetson, you'd better listen.'

'About face and back
to work, Jetson.'

Or you're fired!
Permanently!

You hear that music,
Mr. Spacely?

That's my cue to dance
with my daughter.

And that happens to be more
important than anything else

in the world.

But-but-but--

Unless there's something you
wanted to tell me, precious.

There is, daddy.
I love you very much.

And I'm so glad
you're here.

It's in the bag, daddy. I hope
there's room on the shelf

for another trophy.

(all)
Oh!

[upbeat music]

Daddy, I don't believe you.

Hang on, sweetheart,
see if you believe this.

[audience applauding]

That's my grandson out there.

So what? That's my favorite
employee out there.

Guess we all know
who gets the grand prize.

Right over there.

Oh, daddy,
you're really good.

Try great, darling.

And I owe it all to being
in the sprocket business.

Ha ha ha, and having the most
understanding daughter

in the universe.