The Simpsons (1989–…): Season 23, Episode 17 - Them, Robot - full transcript
Mr. Burns replaces all of the nuclear plant employees with robots--except for Homer, who stays along to supervise the robots and serve as a human scapegoat.
♪ The Simpsons ♪
D'oh!
♪ The Simpsons 23x17 ♪
Them, Robot
Original Air Date on March 18, 2012
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
Resync for WEB-DL by Norther
Power's out.
Oh, your father must be
sleeping on his side again.
From downtown!
And it counts!
Think he's okay?
Eh...
Thank you.
Just drink some water,
you're all right.
Oh, yeah, you don't
want to go to the hospital
at 5:00 on a Friday.
Whoo-hoo!
Thank God it's TGIF!
Attention, wage worms.
It's time for
afternoon announcements.
This Monday, the plant
will be conducting
physical examinations
of all employees.
And anyone testing positive
for narcotics
will be terminated immediately!
Bad news, Lang-Soo.
Some casual Friday this is.
You're outta here,
drug-o.
And don't forget,
federal law mandates
that we consider alcohol a drug.
D'oh...!
I told them to make
these track d'oh-proof!
Homie!
You're home early!
Well, I didn't feel like
going to Moe's today.
Thought I might hang out here
for as long as I could take it.
Company physical
coming up, huh?
Yeah, but a weekend without
drinking is no big deal.
I did it when I was in
that alcohol-induced coma.
So, what's on the agenda?
Well, we're having brunch
with my sisters.
You're hosting my
Preteen Braves meeting.
And we're gonna make
dreamcatchers
out of litter we pick up.
You promised to
help me write a haiku.
Why did I do that?
It sounds so dull and boring.
What was I thinking?
Thank you!
Huh?!
And you and I
were going to study
the municipal voter's guide.
What the...?
Section 1 of Article 21
of the State Constitution
Section 1.
In the year following the year
in which the national census
is taken under
the direction of Congress
at the beginning of each decade,
the Legislature shall adjust
the boundary lines of
Congressional, State Senate
and Assembly districts...
Liquor,
mustn't think of liquor...
Hey, there!
What's cookin'?
Come on, boy, crack my seal
and drink your father.
Owwww!
Wait a minute...
that feels good.
Mm!
So, a sober weekend
hasn't been that hard.
Let me just take a few
antidepressants here.
I feel sorry for people
without willpower.
I truly do.
Homie, what are you drinking?
A surprisingly not-horrible
fruit drink called a mimosa.
There's champagne in those!
Then there's champagne in me!
Oh, what am I gonna do?
It's less than 24 hours
till my drug test!
Maybe I can sweat it out.
Oh, man, I'd better have
some coffee and iced tea.
No! Irish and
Long Island!
What about this lemonade?
Mike's Hard!
Then I better soak up
the alcohol with some food!
Whoo! Cake!
Rum cake!
Crepes!
Suzette!
Cherries!
Whoo! Jubilee!
Wow, passed with flying colors!
I've sure earned this!
O, Lord, I have
once again besotted
my liver with
Thy fermented gifts.
If You can weasel me out
of this physical,
I will blow Your mind
by doing something
incredibly holy,
at some point. Amen.
Now to mumble
in a religious fashion.
Dear God, O, Lord,
O, God, O, Lord...
O, Lord, O, God,
O, Lord Almighty.
Hm...
your cells have been
overexposed to gamma radiation.
Like the Hulk?
Well, sort of like the Hulk.
But instead of
getting powerful,
you're going to get
very, very sick.
Hulk smash...
Yes, Hulk smash.
Mr. Burns, you are liable
for thousands of
dollars per employee,
not to mention my
extensive fees which...
This trapdoor app
works like a charm.
Excellent.
You'll still have to pay!
This is the last time
I pay the price
for the irritating mortality
of the human worker.
Smithers, it's time to
re-staff with
the super-intelligent
kangaroos we've been breeding!
I'm sorry, sir,
but they
just filled their pouches
with office supplies
and hopped away.
Even the joeys?
You know, sir, there is
a more high-tech solution.
More high-tech
than kangaroos?
Ladies and gentlemen,
meet the future masters
of the human race.
Comicon nerds!
You fool!
These are robots!
You will train them
and they will replace you.
I give you permission to shake
your fists in anger twice.
I didn't say, Monty Says.
Now I have cause to terminate.
This is crap.
Now get out.
You didn't say Monty Says.
This is no game!
Excellent.
Sir, I'm afraid we do need
to keep one human worker...
to sign for packages,
a scapegoat for meltdowns,
things that would be
a waste of the robots' time.
So we need one
meat sock on the payroll.
But who?
Mr. Burns, before I leave,
I got a few things
to get off my chest.
One, I liked the new microwave
in the break room.
Just push "popcorn," you don't
have to know how long.
Two, replacing us with robots
is heartless and despicable.
Three, how about a farewell
party with a caricature artist?
You know, it's something both
kids and adults can enjoy.
Nicely done,
we hate you,
and food for thought.
Simpson, wait!
As it turns out, there is
one job available.
But be forewarned,
it promises naught
but soul-crushing boredom.
Does the chair go back
like this?
Yes.
Whoo-hoo!
Well, looks like
we've found this plant's
one remaining worker
of bone and sinew.
Sir, I believe there
are two, including yours truly.
It's one, excluding
mine falsely!
Well, surely no robot
can replace me.
Oh!
Mmm!
I can do that.
What about this?
Nice parking, idiot.
So, uh, you guys
are my new coworkers.
So, workin' hard
or hardly workin'?
I said, workin' hard
or hardly workin'?
Workin' hard
or hardly working?!
Working hard or
hardly working?!
It's a simple question!
Are you A.) Working hard
or B.) Ow!
I guess I just met
the joker of the group.
Better watch out for you on
April Fool's, am I right?
I said, am I right?
Am I...
So, you guys have any luck
finding a new job?
Does it look like I've got a job?
No, I didn't.
Homer, show a
little more sensitivity
around these
jobless washouts, eh?
Hey, I gotta tell ya,
I'm miserable there.
I'm all alone,
and when there's some problem
due to human error,
guess who gets blamed?
Hey, Homer, you know what
I'm playing for ya?
The world's smallest violin.
And now I got to sell it,
just to make my rent!
Oh, my God!
Where's the bow?
I can't sell it
without the bow!
Easy, easy there, Lenny.
You can always
play it pizzicato.
The buyer clearly specified
violin and bow!
Um, maybe I
should be heading home.
Oh, no!
He stepped on the bow!
Boy, this place
has gotten so grim.
I'm gonna do something
I've never done:
Make myself a drink.
Ugh!
You call this beer?
It's watered-down swill!
Oh, you got a problem?
Well, here's
the complaint department.
You know what I think, Moe?
I think you ain't got the guts!
Ha! Missed, ya son-of-a...
♪ When the moon hits your eye ♪
♪ Like a big pizza pie ♪
♪ That's amore ♪
♪ When the world seems... ♪
When you do chair gondola
all by yourself,
it almost seems stupid.
Ah, here it is...
Hydraulic systems flush...
EEPROM bios auto boot...
conversation mode?!
They can talk?!
I just have to press
this button, right...
Well, at least it
doesn't feel pain.
Wait a minute...
D'oh!
"Override self-destruct protocol
with authorization code
7... 2... 2... 5."
Human interaction mode
activated.
Initiate conversation.
Will you be my friend?
Friendship cannot exist
between man and machine.
But I can simulate
interest in your statements.
You're not a friend...
you're my best friend.
Uh, just don't ask me
to drive you to the airport.
It's no fun to live in a town
with a 99% unemployment rate.
Things are so bad.
Look at what happened
to the man on my pizza box.
Mr. Burns seemed
like such a nice man
the day he arrived.
Cheap power, plentiful jobs,
and all your swimming holes
shall be warm and bubbling.
Can I pet the elephant?
Of course.
Guess I'll just have to become
beautiful on the inside.
Which he didn't.
I ain't paying!
Two of my shortbreads
were broken!
Hey, check it out!
Lenny's hit a new low!
I don't want my window washed!
Too late!
I don't want my squeegee wiped!
I got what I needed.
That's it, boy.
Live one more day.
Good morning, class.
I'm your substitute teacher...
All right, who did that?
Fine. We will not be reading
Death in Venice today.
Someone's in a mood.
Barney?
Hey, if we learned anything
from The Full Monty,
it's that in a tough economy,
ugly people strip for money.
Do a lot of people pay?
No, but I can also play
three-card full Monty.
Follow the hats,
where's the wiener?
Follow the hats, where's
the wiener?
Now you see it, now you don't.
So, Bart, the little dickens,
is going through that phase
where young boys
think their dad's an idiot.
Sounds like you are having
family difficulties.
That's exactly what I'm having!
You guys totally get me.
We are programmed to respond
to your verbal prompts.
Could you give my
wife a few lessons?
Hmm.
Your laughter indicates
you do not wish us
to give your wife lessons.
Yeah.
So, uh, it's 5:00.
Time for Moe's.
My watch says 3:00.
4:00... 5:00.
Let's go.
Automated workers
are not able to leave the plant.
What happened to you guys?
You used to be cool.
We are the same temperature
we have always been.
"We're the same temperature
we've always been."
Our programming
restricts our movement
to yellow guidance lines.
Hmm...
Play ball!
Okay, I'm up again.
According to the
on-line rules of baseball,
all players get
a turn "at bat."
Uh, right, right.
Uh, actually, I'm
the designated hitter
for all you guys.
The designated hitter
corrupts the purity
of an otherwise elegant game...
Illogical, illogical.
Fine. Don't get your
circuits in a bunch.
Circuit-bunching has
yielded important advances
in modern robotics.
To wit...
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
Hey, Dad, can we play?
We cannot take
the inferior one.
My heart makes up
for my shortcomings, like Rudy.
Rudy was only put in at the end
of a meaningless game.
We will notify you
if this game
becomes meaningless.
I got it!
I got it!
I said I've got it!
That could've been
my motherboard
lying in the street!
Our primary directive...
is to preserve human life.
And here I was
waiting till you slept
to rob you of your copper.
You know, it's crazy but...
Homer, move away from me.
You are still in the road.
Hush, bionic prince,
as I cradle your waning form.
Such a peaceful end.
Oh, geez!
Get out of the road!
Hey!
You stupid jerk!
Axles to axles,
rust to rust, amen.
Amen.
Amen.
Dearly beloved, we are not here
to mourn their deactivation,
but to celebrate
their period of function.
Can I hollow out this one's head
and use it as a turtle tank?
No! I'm already using
it to put my keys in.
Now, let me
raise this beer to toast...
What the...?
Alcohol is harmful to humans.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
save your breath.
We have no breath.
We do vent nitrogen
once a year.
You do not want
to be around for that.
D'oh! I have some
adjustments to make.
Homer...
when am I getting
my power drill back?
When I'm done with
my robo-botomies.
Primary directive deactivated.
Our new primary directive
becomes removing
all impediments to the plant.
Uh, Homer, I'm afraid this is
the part of God's perfect plan
where you're
murdered by robots.
Flanders, I don't judge a robot
by the color of their eyes,
I look at their hands...
which have turned
into buzz saws.
Son of a...!
Why did you do that?
Eliminate impediment.
Eliminate...
Just say "kill me," jerks!
Kill him. Kill him.
Dad, they can only go
three miles an hour!
I'm doomed!
Can they climb stairs?
With great difficulty.
I'm doomed!
Robots...
trying to kill me.
And now they'll kill you,
'cause I led them here!
Now see here!
You are so not
the human automatons
I was looking for.
There's one thing man has
that machines can never match:
Hounds!
Fine, slink away.
And guess what?
All those times I said
"you're a good boy,"
it was a lie!
No, stop! I'll give
you the combination
to the num-num safe!
Flee, you fool!
Aren't we getting num-nums?
Ah. The solarium.
We'll be safely cornered
in this glass room
with one door.
Stop brandishing me.
Sorry.
Before we die,
can you tell me how
old you really are?
Well, it has four digits...
Unemployed Springfielders
to the rescue!
And underemployed.
To servos with love.
Guys, thank you.
The words "prime directive"
get thrown around
a lot these days,
but I'm glad yours
was saving me.
The saddest part is:
None of this had to happen.
If Mr. Burns
had simply trusted
the human worker.
Or if someone,
anyone, had told me
that robots were
incapable of human feelings.
I told you precisely
that fact 1,562 times...
And his arm
can be my back-scratcher.
Well, I've learned
the robotic worker is no match
for the old-fashioned
man of labor.
You're all hired back...
as temps.
Homer, why have you
reprogrammed me for this?
I'm giving you your wish:
To be a real boy.
I am real and
I do not have wishes.
Then take us out to sea!
I am not a transformer.
I cannot turn into
an outboard motor.
Oh, I believe you,
but Flanders' drill doesn't.
Ah, this is the life.
Hey.
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Resync for WEB-DL by Norther
♪ There's electric cars,
there's electric trains ♪
♪ Here comes a robot
with electric brains ♪
♪ Robot parade, robot parade ♪
♪ Wave the flags
that the robots made ♪
♪ Robot parade, robot parade ♪
♪ Robots obey
what the children say. ♪
Shh!
D'oh!
♪ The Simpsons 23x17 ♪
Them, Robot
Original Air Date on March 18, 2012
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
Resync for WEB-DL by Norther
Power's out.
Oh, your father must be
sleeping on his side again.
From downtown!
And it counts!
Think he's okay?
Eh...
Thank you.
Just drink some water,
you're all right.
Oh, yeah, you don't
want to go to the hospital
at 5:00 on a Friday.
Whoo-hoo!
Thank God it's TGIF!
Attention, wage worms.
It's time for
afternoon announcements.
This Monday, the plant
will be conducting
physical examinations
of all employees.
And anyone testing positive
for narcotics
will be terminated immediately!
Bad news, Lang-Soo.
Some casual Friday this is.
You're outta here,
drug-o.
And don't forget,
federal law mandates
that we consider alcohol a drug.
D'oh...!
I told them to make
these track d'oh-proof!
Homie!
You're home early!
Well, I didn't feel like
going to Moe's today.
Thought I might hang out here
for as long as I could take it.
Company physical
coming up, huh?
Yeah, but a weekend without
drinking is no big deal.
I did it when I was in
that alcohol-induced coma.
So, what's on the agenda?
Well, we're having brunch
with my sisters.
You're hosting my
Preteen Braves meeting.
And we're gonna make
dreamcatchers
out of litter we pick up.
You promised to
help me write a haiku.
Why did I do that?
It sounds so dull and boring.
What was I thinking?
Thank you!
Huh?!
And you and I
were going to study
the municipal voter's guide.
What the...?
Section 1 of Article 21
of the State Constitution
Section 1.
In the year following the year
in which the national census
is taken under
the direction of Congress
at the beginning of each decade,
the Legislature shall adjust
the boundary lines of
Congressional, State Senate
and Assembly districts...
Liquor,
mustn't think of liquor...
Hey, there!
What's cookin'?
Come on, boy, crack my seal
and drink your father.
Owwww!
Wait a minute...
that feels good.
Mm!
So, a sober weekend
hasn't been that hard.
Let me just take a few
antidepressants here.
I feel sorry for people
without willpower.
I truly do.
Homie, what are you drinking?
A surprisingly not-horrible
fruit drink called a mimosa.
There's champagne in those!
Then there's champagne in me!
Oh, what am I gonna do?
It's less than 24 hours
till my drug test!
Maybe I can sweat it out.
Oh, man, I'd better have
some coffee and iced tea.
No! Irish and
Long Island!
What about this lemonade?
Mike's Hard!
Then I better soak up
the alcohol with some food!
Whoo! Cake!
Rum cake!
Crepes!
Suzette!
Cherries!
Whoo! Jubilee!
Wow, passed with flying colors!
I've sure earned this!
O, Lord, I have
once again besotted
my liver with
Thy fermented gifts.
If You can weasel me out
of this physical,
I will blow Your mind
by doing something
incredibly holy,
at some point. Amen.
Now to mumble
in a religious fashion.
Dear God, O, Lord,
O, God, O, Lord...
O, Lord, O, God,
O, Lord Almighty.
Hm...
your cells have been
overexposed to gamma radiation.
Like the Hulk?
Well, sort of like the Hulk.
But instead of
getting powerful,
you're going to get
very, very sick.
Hulk smash...
Yes, Hulk smash.
Mr. Burns, you are liable
for thousands of
dollars per employee,
not to mention my
extensive fees which...
This trapdoor app
works like a charm.
Excellent.
You'll still have to pay!
This is the last time
I pay the price
for the irritating mortality
of the human worker.
Smithers, it's time to
re-staff with
the super-intelligent
kangaroos we've been breeding!
I'm sorry, sir,
but they
just filled their pouches
with office supplies
and hopped away.
Even the joeys?
You know, sir, there is
a more high-tech solution.
More high-tech
than kangaroos?
Ladies and gentlemen,
meet the future masters
of the human race.
Comicon nerds!
You fool!
These are robots!
You will train them
and they will replace you.
I give you permission to shake
your fists in anger twice.
I didn't say, Monty Says.
Now I have cause to terminate.
This is crap.
Now get out.
You didn't say Monty Says.
This is no game!
Excellent.
Sir, I'm afraid we do need
to keep one human worker...
to sign for packages,
a scapegoat for meltdowns,
things that would be
a waste of the robots' time.
So we need one
meat sock on the payroll.
But who?
Mr. Burns, before I leave,
I got a few things
to get off my chest.
One, I liked the new microwave
in the break room.
Just push "popcorn," you don't
have to know how long.
Two, replacing us with robots
is heartless and despicable.
Three, how about a farewell
party with a caricature artist?
You know, it's something both
kids and adults can enjoy.
Nicely done,
we hate you,
and food for thought.
Simpson, wait!
As it turns out, there is
one job available.
But be forewarned,
it promises naught
but soul-crushing boredom.
Does the chair go back
like this?
Yes.
Whoo-hoo!
Well, looks like
we've found this plant's
one remaining worker
of bone and sinew.
Sir, I believe there
are two, including yours truly.
It's one, excluding
mine falsely!
Well, surely no robot
can replace me.
Oh!
Mmm!
I can do that.
What about this?
Nice parking, idiot.
So, uh, you guys
are my new coworkers.
So, workin' hard
or hardly workin'?
I said, workin' hard
or hardly workin'?
Workin' hard
or hardly working?!
Working hard or
hardly working?!
It's a simple question!
Are you A.) Working hard
or B.) Ow!
I guess I just met
the joker of the group.
Better watch out for you on
April Fool's, am I right?
I said, am I right?
Am I...
So, you guys have any luck
finding a new job?
Does it look like I've got a job?
No, I didn't.
Homer, show a
little more sensitivity
around these
jobless washouts, eh?
Hey, I gotta tell ya,
I'm miserable there.
I'm all alone,
and when there's some problem
due to human error,
guess who gets blamed?
Hey, Homer, you know what
I'm playing for ya?
The world's smallest violin.
And now I got to sell it,
just to make my rent!
Oh, my God!
Where's the bow?
I can't sell it
without the bow!
Easy, easy there, Lenny.
You can always
play it pizzicato.
The buyer clearly specified
violin and bow!
Um, maybe I
should be heading home.
Oh, no!
He stepped on the bow!
Boy, this place
has gotten so grim.
I'm gonna do something
I've never done:
Make myself a drink.
Ugh!
You call this beer?
It's watered-down swill!
Oh, you got a problem?
Well, here's
the complaint department.
You know what I think, Moe?
I think you ain't got the guts!
Ha! Missed, ya son-of-a...
♪ When the moon hits your eye ♪
♪ Like a big pizza pie ♪
♪ That's amore ♪
♪ When the world seems... ♪
When you do chair gondola
all by yourself,
it almost seems stupid.
Ah, here it is...
Hydraulic systems flush...
EEPROM bios auto boot...
conversation mode?!
They can talk?!
I just have to press
this button, right...
Well, at least it
doesn't feel pain.
Wait a minute...
D'oh!
"Override self-destruct protocol
with authorization code
7... 2... 2... 5."
Human interaction mode
activated.
Initiate conversation.
Will you be my friend?
Friendship cannot exist
between man and machine.
But I can simulate
interest in your statements.
You're not a friend...
you're my best friend.
Uh, just don't ask me
to drive you to the airport.
It's no fun to live in a town
with a 99% unemployment rate.
Things are so bad.
Look at what happened
to the man on my pizza box.
Mr. Burns seemed
like such a nice man
the day he arrived.
Cheap power, plentiful jobs,
and all your swimming holes
shall be warm and bubbling.
Can I pet the elephant?
Of course.
Guess I'll just have to become
beautiful on the inside.
Which he didn't.
I ain't paying!
Two of my shortbreads
were broken!
Hey, check it out!
Lenny's hit a new low!
I don't want my window washed!
Too late!
I don't want my squeegee wiped!
I got what I needed.
That's it, boy.
Live one more day.
Good morning, class.
I'm your substitute teacher...
All right, who did that?
Fine. We will not be reading
Death in Venice today.
Someone's in a mood.
Barney?
Hey, if we learned anything
from The Full Monty,
it's that in a tough economy,
ugly people strip for money.
Do a lot of people pay?
No, but I can also play
three-card full Monty.
Follow the hats,
where's the wiener?
Follow the hats, where's
the wiener?
Now you see it, now you don't.
So, Bart, the little dickens,
is going through that phase
where young boys
think their dad's an idiot.
Sounds like you are having
family difficulties.
That's exactly what I'm having!
You guys totally get me.
We are programmed to respond
to your verbal prompts.
Could you give my
wife a few lessons?
Hmm.
Your laughter indicates
you do not wish us
to give your wife lessons.
Yeah.
So, uh, it's 5:00.
Time for Moe's.
My watch says 3:00.
4:00... 5:00.
Let's go.
Automated workers
are not able to leave the plant.
What happened to you guys?
You used to be cool.
We are the same temperature
we have always been.
"We're the same temperature
we've always been."
Our programming
restricts our movement
to yellow guidance lines.
Hmm...
Play ball!
Okay, I'm up again.
According to the
on-line rules of baseball,
all players get
a turn "at bat."
Uh, right, right.
Uh, actually, I'm
the designated hitter
for all you guys.
The designated hitter
corrupts the purity
of an otherwise elegant game...
Illogical, illogical.
Fine. Don't get your
circuits in a bunch.
Circuit-bunching has
yielded important advances
in modern robotics.
To wit...
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
Hey, Dad, can we play?
We cannot take
the inferior one.
My heart makes up
for my shortcomings, like Rudy.
Rudy was only put in at the end
of a meaningless game.
We will notify you
if this game
becomes meaningless.
I got it!
I got it!
I said I've got it!
That could've been
my motherboard
lying in the street!
Our primary directive...
is to preserve human life.
And here I was
waiting till you slept
to rob you of your copper.
You know, it's crazy but...
Homer, move away from me.
You are still in the road.
Hush, bionic prince,
as I cradle your waning form.
Such a peaceful end.
Oh, geez!
Get out of the road!
Hey!
You stupid jerk!
Axles to axles,
rust to rust, amen.
Amen.
Amen.
Dearly beloved, we are not here
to mourn their deactivation,
but to celebrate
their period of function.
Can I hollow out this one's head
and use it as a turtle tank?
No! I'm already using
it to put my keys in.
Now, let me
raise this beer to toast...
What the...?
Alcohol is harmful to humans.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
save your breath.
We have no breath.
We do vent nitrogen
once a year.
You do not want
to be around for that.
D'oh! I have some
adjustments to make.
Homer...
when am I getting
my power drill back?
When I'm done with
my robo-botomies.
Primary directive deactivated.
Our new primary directive
becomes removing
all impediments to the plant.
Uh, Homer, I'm afraid this is
the part of God's perfect plan
where you're
murdered by robots.
Flanders, I don't judge a robot
by the color of their eyes,
I look at their hands...
which have turned
into buzz saws.
Son of a...!
Why did you do that?
Eliminate impediment.
Eliminate...
Just say "kill me," jerks!
Kill him. Kill him.
Dad, they can only go
three miles an hour!
I'm doomed!
Can they climb stairs?
With great difficulty.
I'm doomed!
Robots...
trying to kill me.
And now they'll kill you,
'cause I led them here!
Now see here!
You are so not
the human automatons
I was looking for.
There's one thing man has
that machines can never match:
Hounds!
Fine, slink away.
And guess what?
All those times I said
"you're a good boy,"
it was a lie!
No, stop! I'll give
you the combination
to the num-num safe!
Flee, you fool!
Aren't we getting num-nums?
Ah. The solarium.
We'll be safely cornered
in this glass room
with one door.
Stop brandishing me.
Sorry.
Before we die,
can you tell me how
old you really are?
Well, it has four digits...
Unemployed Springfielders
to the rescue!
And underemployed.
To servos with love.
Guys, thank you.
The words "prime directive"
get thrown around
a lot these days,
but I'm glad yours
was saving me.
The saddest part is:
None of this had to happen.
If Mr. Burns
had simply trusted
the human worker.
Or if someone,
anyone, had told me
that robots were
incapable of human feelings.
I told you precisely
that fact 1,562 times...
And his arm
can be my back-scratcher.
Well, I've learned
the robotic worker is no match
for the old-fashioned
man of labor.
You're all hired back...
as temps.
Homer, why have you
reprogrammed me for this?
I'm giving you your wish:
To be a real boy.
I am real and
I do not have wishes.
Then take us out to sea!
I am not a transformer.
I cannot turn into
an outboard motor.
Oh, I believe you,
but Flanders' drill doesn't.
Ah, this is the life.
Hey.
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
Resync for WEB-DL by Norther
♪ There's electric cars,
there's electric trains ♪
♪ Here comes a robot
with electric brains ♪
♪ Robot parade, robot parade ♪
♪ Wave the flags
that the robots made ♪
♪ Robot parade, robot parade ♪
♪ Robots obey
what the children say. ♪
Shh!