[Peter is seen sneaking into his car and tries to get away from Cleveland]
[Peter runs into his car and tries to get his key]
Peter, it's Cleveland! Hello! Peter, I'm standin' right here!
[mouthing silently] Fuck. [gets out of the car and says out loud] Oh. Hey, Cleveland. I didn't see you there.
Of course I do, son, but Christianity makes sense: A virgin had God's baby, who then grew up to be murdered by the [clears throat] Romans, so you and I could be forgiven for Eve eating that apple she got from the talkin' snake. Three days later, Jesus rose from the dead to tell everyone he was coming back someday to fight the Devil; then he flew up to his mansion in Heaven where he sits in judgment of the gays! HOW CAN YOU NOT BELIEVE THAT?!
But this is a Christian home!
Then how come we never go to church?
Church is for those in need, Junior. You don't go to the doctor when you're healthy.
I heard what you said downstairs. Heartbreaking stuff, man. It got me thinking about how much you and I have in common.
Mm-hmm. I used to be just like you. Lost. No direction. I was a real troublemaker. Then one day, I pushed things too far. Drew on the wall with a crayon after Momma told me not to.
That was the day my luck ran out. Got put in a time out—10 to 15—mandatory minimum. That's hard time for a kid, time I'll never get back, so I prayed for forgiveness, and Jesus entered my heart and changed my life. It was divine intervention.
You drew on the wall the next day.
In the name of the Lord. I'm talking about faith. I believe that the man who created the entire universe knows my name and cares what happens to me. Do you know what that is?
[Cleveland, Jr. cleans his award]
Junior, I don't ever wanna see you laughed at like that again.
[Cleveland, Jr. trips over]
[laughs] Walk much? So anyway. From this moment on, I don't want you to follow anybody else's rules. I want you to be a renegade.
See? That's exactly what I'm talking about. Don't say okay to everything.
CJCleveland, Jr.
[sadly] Sorry.
And don't say sorry all the time.
No! Oh, forget it. Just go to bed.
CJCleveland, Jr.
Okay, sorry.
Oh. Dang it, Junior! It's only 6:30!
CJCleveland, Jr.
[in bed] I thought I seemed early.
Then why were you going to bed?
CJCleveland, Jr.
Well, because you told me to, Daddy.
That's exactly why you shouldn't. Here, chug this beer.
CJCleveland, Jr.
I'm not 21. Plus, I'm on allergy medication that shouldn't be mixed with alcohol. But if you say so. [drinks the beer, causing him to fall down and dies]
[cut to the hospital]
DDoctor
I'm sorry. We did all we could. He's dead.
[sobs] Junior, please don't leave me!
CJCleveland, Jr.
[gets up and is alive] Okay.
[angrily] Aah, you're hopeless!
[Rallo is in a costume]
And on this faithful day, by amalgamating the power of electricity, Rallo Tubbs will transform himself into [takes a fork out] Electro-Boy!
[hop and tries to stick the fork in the outlet; electricity is heard]
Coming. [drops the fork, picks up scissors; screams and starts cutting]
MMurray
Come on, our table's back here. We already had our soup and sent back our first two courses.
[Hazel puts on her lipstick and puckers up]
HHazel
Hi, Rallo. I'm so glad you could join us.
Excuse me? What's Wrinkle-Me-Elma doing here? [Murray picks him up and puts him in a booster seat] You said it was just gonna be us.
MMurray
[pinches and moves Hazel's cheek] You tell that face no.
[they start making out]
Well, I don't have an old people fetish.