I'm not going to tell you now, but I have a special surprise in mind.
You got a bumper sticker that says, "My Other Car is My Feet"?
Kelly
You used your finger to make a really cool racing stripe in the dirt on the side of the car?
You got a new 8-track of "Hotel California"? We can crank it as we're towed down the freeway?
Kelly
Well, I just saved your worthless hides, and I think I deserve a hearty, "Good job, Kelly, thank you."
Well, you might have gotten a nice thank you if you hadn't said we'd move faster if we lightened the load, then unhitched the horse!
Kelly
[on Seven] He's not even a real Bundy.
He's no kind of Bundy! Bundy's a name you earn. Our emotional scars run so deep you can almost see them.
Yep, it's a point of pride. Ever since the day the first Bundy stepped off the Mayflower... halfway over. They never found him, but they recorded his final words: "Methinks we're here!" Pioneers like that, and ourselves, we're the real Bundys. Why, that kid never had to hear any kind of real rejection. Not until he's heard, "the service entrance is in back!"
Or, "not even for fifty bucks."
Kelly
Yeah, or "don't ruin it by talking."
Kelly
Did something die in here?
That would be me. It's my new cologne. My own secret little recipe. I call it "A Touch of Bud."
Kelly
Yeah, well, if anyone knew what a touch of Bud was, it could only be you.
And nobody does it better.
Kelly
Daddy.
Kelly
I forgot. Oh, yeah! Daddy.
Kelly
I forgot again. Don't say "what" next time.
Kelly
Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. DADDY!
Kelly
Now you made me forget again.
[In a few minutes later.]
Kelly
Daddy.
Damn, what is that good for to do? You just gonna forget.
Kelly
No, I won't. Daddy.
Kelly
I forgot.
Kelly
(calmly) Daddy, beat him up.
(instantly) Of course, pumpkin.
And that's why cable will never replace the moviegoing experience. (puts his arms around Peg, Bud, and Kelly's shoulders)
AAnnouncer
It's time for Jerry Srpinger, the mas......
[Peg and the kids are watching the screene that says the Masculine Feminist and hears punching. The curtain goes up to see Al and his buddies don black masks and No MA'AM shirts. It also shows Jerry Springer tied up and gagged with a crude ovulates sign with an arrow pointed at him]
Tonight's brodcast of the Masculine Feminist has been commandeered by the secret society called NO MA'AM. The National Organization of Men Against Amazonian Masterhood.
[the men cheered]
I would reveal my true identity, but for political reasons, I can not. But do not take me lightly, I once played football in high school.
Kelly
That guy played football in high school.
Bud: That is dad, bonehead. [points to Jefferson and Bob Rooney on the screen]
I am sure Mom is having a good time so she will not suspect anything amiss.
Phone rings
Kelly
Hello?
Cut to Wanker County, Peg is on a payphone
Kelly
Oh, hi Mom.
I sense something is wrong.
Kelly
Well, you know Bud could have broken his arm or I could have been kidnapped.
I don't care about that you zagnut! Is my couch OK?
Kelly
Um, yeah, why do you ask?
When my bottom got red hot I knew I had to call home.
CColeman
Hi, I'm the building code inspector. Are you the one that called?
I am. (blinks, then points): Aren't you...
CColeman
No! Don't even ask. I'm not him. I've never been him. I can't even stand the little creep. (as he walks in the Bundy house): Now, I understand you wanted to report an illegal driveway.
Yes, I did, Inspector. (points outside): That one right out there. If you look carefully, you can see that it's built nowhere near code. I know, because I built it myself out of ground-up women's shoes. How much is the fine?
Coleman (cheerfully): Well, since you turned yourself in, I think I'll let it go at $100.
I see, and what if I said I built it that way just to make you look like an idiot?
Coleman (slightly offended): Then that would be $1500.
And what if we called you a moron to boot?
Coleman (getting madder): $2000.
Kelly
Are you sure you're not Gary Coleman from Diff'rnt Strokes?
Kelly
Good. I hated that show.
Coleman (angrily): $5000! (tears off the citation and hands it to Al, who raises his hands)
Don't give it to me. It's not my driveway. It belongs to those people right next door, but they might not let you in, because the only black person they respect is Ted Danson.
Coleman (glares at Al): Whatchu talkin' about, Bundy? (realizes he outed himself with his catchphrase): Aw, hell! Now I gotta fine myself!
We're going to the Burned Beyond Recognition concert. We received two free tickets as a consolation prize from the Rick Dees show.
Kelly
Wait, Daddy's the reason that we don't have those tickets. We should have them.
Are you kidding me? You don't know what I had to go through to get those tickets. You don't know where I've been. And believe me, it wasn't Tahiti.
But Dad, you don't even like B.B.R.
Well, I don't like S-E-X with M-O-M, but it's my J-O-B.