Guess what I just heard? Toby Keith has a new opening act, you know who it is? Don't guess I'll tell you. It's you. Six beautiful weeks! One of which is in...yes...Hawaii. Ladies and Gentleman, Marty Klein.
“Unfinished Business” · Season 1, Episode 15
In this episode: Dean Winchester (940), Damon Salvatore (715), Sam Winchester (665), Olivia Benson (637), Stephen Fry (608), Narrator (554), Clark Kent (523), Nate (486)
Hey Maddie, just the tush I'd been looking for. Can you close my suitcase?
What 'till I tell my friends that I sat on Hannah Montana's suitcase! Ahh!
You're not heavy enough. Here...hold these phone books.
I just want to say goodbye and thanks for the tickets. Your concert was awesome!
Thanks. Now bounce up and down.
Well, we are a full service hotel.
[in a serious tone, to Hannah] I'd never be able to live with myself if I knew I was the one holding Robbie Ray back from howling again. Whew. [suddenly perky] Well, nice to meet you! We hope you enjoyed your stay at the Tipton Hotel.
Hey, bud, you all right?
I'm sorry.
For what? For crying? Hey, if you don't want me to go, just say so.
Daddy, you gave up your whole life so I could have my dream. How can I stop you from having yours?
You kids are my dream. I didn't give up my career because I had to. I gave it up because I wanted to.
But I saw you up there tonight. You did so good and you looked so happy.
I was, but I was a lot happier when I saw you kids coming through the door.
So does that mean you don't want to do the tour anymore?
6 weeks away from you kids? I think I'd miss you too much. Also, I don’t want to let you kids suffer under Roxy’s cruelty anymore.
We'd miss you, too. Well, maybe you can just do the Hawaii part and take us. But please permanently fire that nasty Roxy!
You're angry, aren't you?
Yeah! You are a nasty woman!!!!!
That yoga didn't work for you, did it?
[angrily] No!
That's because you need some acupuncture. I'll go get my needles. *but gets pinned down by Jackson*
Roxy, You are a cruel and wicked woman!!!!
Oh, I didn't learn this in the Corp. Mm-mmm. I learned it when I was touring India with world famous cellist, Yo Yo Ma. He calls me his Yo-Yo Mama. [laughs]
(to Jackson and Miley while asleep) My eyes may be closed, but my brain is on red alert! (makes an "I've got my eyes on you" gesture) [in between snores] Hiya!
[walks in and sees Miley and Robby hugging] What a beautiful scene. A man and his children sharing a heartfelt goodbye. You know what that reminds me of? The fact that my car is running and Gas is $2.50 a gallon! Let's move!
And look, there's handsome, young Jackson. And pretty, little Miley, who I have not spoken to or had contact with in any way whatsoever...especially on the phone.
It's okay, Marty. He knows I called you.
Good, 'cause I'm a terrible liar.
Sweetheart, that was ten years ago. I bet my old manager doesn't even remember my name.
[Doorbell rings.]
Robby Ray, open this door!
Oh, is that your old manager, Marty Klein?
I believe it is.
What a weird coin-ke-dink.
You guys are smooth.
Where is my honky-tonk heartthrob? There he is! Look at you, you look exactly the same! No, you look better! I hate you! I love you! Give me a hug!
Hey, mad man Marty. The one man party. I missed you old buddy.
Stop it, you'll make me cry.
You guys, you gotta check this out! [holds up videotape] It's labeled "Robby Palooza."
Oh! Dad had his own Palooza.
My dad had his own calculator.
[holding up a "Robby Ray Live" record album] I can't believe this is your dad. It's lucky records are so big. There's no way you'd fit all that hair on a CD.
It's called a mullet. Business in the front, a party in the back! Oh, yeah!
Before your dad was a dad, he was cool. Before my dad was a dad, he was an accountant. Addition in the front, Subtraction in the back. It's not the same, is it?
Oh, my gosh! You're Robby Ray! My mom thought you were dead. She's going to be so excited you're alive!
I'm kinda happy about that myself.
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