[on Seven] He's not even a real Bundy.
Bud
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!"
Bud
Or, "not even for fifty bucks."
Yeah, or "don't ruin it by talking."
Did something die in here?
Bud
That would be me. It's my new cologne. My own secret little recipe. I call it "A Touch of Bud."
Yeah, well, if anyone knew what a touch of Bud was, it could only be you.
Bud
And nobody does it better.
Bud
And that's Mr.D'Arcy and Mr.Bob Rooney.
Oh boy. If Marcy finds out about this, she'll be down there in a second. Gee, I wonder if she's watching.
[Peg and the kids hear Marcy starts up her car and drives away]
(in a trench coat) Just one word of warning: Anyone who says what's up, goes down. It wasn't funny when the doctor asked it. It wasn't funny when the nurse asked it and it certainly wasn't funny when your mother asked it.
Then again, I've been asking for years.
[Bud appears from the basement.]
Bud
Yeah dad. What's up?
(decks Bud) Any other questions?
Bud
I am sure Mom is having a good time so she will not suspect anything amiss.
Phone rings
Cut to Wanker County, Peg is on a payphone
I sense something is wrong.
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?
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.
Bud
And what if we called you a moron to boot?
Coleman (getting madder): $2000.
Are you sure you're not Gary Coleman from Diff'rnt Strokes?
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!
Bud
Where are you going?
We're going to the Burned Beyond Recognition concert. We received two free tickets as a consolation prize from the Rick Dees show.
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.
Bud
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.
Well we had a good time. Well you had a good time while mine blew chunks. I'd like to remind you, son, while you're figuring out my score, that if I don't get my driver's license, that means I can't drive. If I can't drive, I can't go to work. If I can't go to work, that means I'll have to stay home. And I'll be home all the time. Day and night. When you bring your dates over, I will be in my underwear. You know the underwear, don't you, son.
Bud
Not the ones that read "If you lived here, you'd be home now."
And I'll be clipping my toenails and eating Cheez-Whiz from the can. Now let me ask you, son, HOW'D I DO?!!!
Bud{initimated}: You passed.