[The Dancing Woman and the Mystery Man drive away on the Highway of Tomorrow. Throughout the ride, the gang makes noises like "The Jetsons".]
MAMike [as Mystery Man]
Look. Dead raccoon of tomorrow.
[The music becomes very etherial and dreamlike.]
WWoman
[singing] Tomorrow... tomorrow...
Servo
[singing, a la Elmer Fudd] With my sword and magic helmet...
. . .
MAMike [as Mystery Man]
That's where President Barbi Benton lives with Prime Minister Jim J. Bullock.
. . .
Automatic freeway. You build it.
. . .
Someone invent rock and roll, please!
. . .
Servo
Future may not be available as seen. Personal fates may vary. Future not available in Africa, India, or Central South America.
. . .
Ah, there's probably some giant kid standing off, holding a control.
[The elderly Secretary General of the International Space Order addresses the world by radio/telecast.]
SGSecretary General
At this moment...
CACrow [as Secretary General]
I may die!
SGSecretary General
... over two billion people...
SAServo [as Secretary General]
... have been served.
SGSecretary General
… in every part of the world, are focusing their attention on this program.
MAMike [as Secretary General]
... and my rump.
SGSecretary General
Every nation of the Earth, in a magnificent effort, is contributing of its people and resources, in an attempt to reach the Moon, and proclaim it...
SAServo [as Secretary General]
... dolphin-safe!
SGSecretary General
... international territory.
CACrow [as Secretary General]
... and House of Pancakes.
. . .
SGSecretary General
God be with you.
Servo
And also with you.
[Our heroes have landed safely on the Moon.]
HDr. Hamid
Allah be praised!
ODr. Orlov
Praise the ship, not Allah.
SAServo [as Hamid]
I'll praise whoever I want, white boy.
Tonight on "The Advocates," our debate will be about the woman from today's short. Tom Servo and Crow T. Robot will argue over whether she's more attractive sloppy, or clean Representing sloppy will be Crow. Representing clean will be Servo. I will be your moderator. The outcome will be decided by Joel Robinson. I now turn the floor over to Crow.
I like her sloppy. While her well-groomed - in other words, square - classmates were listening to Pat Boone and Patti Page, she was at the local jazz club, groovin' to Miles, Monk, and Coltrane. While her classmates were struggling to make it through an issue of Reader's Digest, she was the only woman on campus who can freely quote Henry Miller. She may be sloppy, but she fits deeply into my idea of paradise. Thank You.
Servo
Thank you, Gypsy. I like her clean, 'cause it just shows that she wants to change the system from within. Sure she's a seething cauldron of passion, but she wears clean underpants, and she knows where her shirt is in the morning. Call her what you will - a Scoop Jackson Democrat or a Jacob Javits Republican - either way, she's the stuff that dreams are made of. Thank you,
And now Joel Robinson will render his verdict.
Well, thank you, Gypsy. Uh, both of these issues are complex, and there are no easy answers, but Crow is right.
Woo-hoo! I'm right, I'm right!
Servo
Wait a minute, Joel! Now, the whole subject of cleanliness and grooming is very important to me, and I know a much more effective way to resolve this issue.
Servo
A spitting contest! :[Spits on Joel and he and Crow try to spit each other behind Gypsy]
Wait! wait! Hey, knock it off! Hey!
You know, guys, as enthralling as this Batwoman movie is, I just can't get this cheating short out of my mind.
Servo
Mmm, ditto friend. It posts so many dilemmas like did Johnny intend to be dishonest, should Mary take the blame?
Or was Mary just a pawn in Johnny's little game?
Which begs the question of free will. What about free will?
Servo
Should his classmates give him a second chance and why doesn't the accused get a chance to defend himself?
Good point! And should Miss Grandy come into Johnny's bedroom uninvited and bodiless? What do you think about that, Crow?
Servo
You haven't been paying any attention at all, have you, Crow?
Hi.. Well, as unpleasant as this whole mess is, we have to address Crow's cheating. I call this meeting to order--
Servo
GUILTY! GUILTY! GUILTY! GUILTY! GUILTY! GUILTY!
Tom! C'mon, Tom. Sure Crow's made a mistake, but we should have compassion. Remember, my gumball-headed young friend, The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath.
Tom
Gypsy, he stole from YOUR essay.
Really?... FRY HIM!! FRY HIM!!! I WANT HIS FAMILY DEAD! I WANT HIS HOUSE BURNED TO THE GROUND!
Gypsy, calm down. This isn't getting us anywhere. The first thing that we need to do is... Hey, who's this little guy?
[wearing glasses and a fake mustache and carrying a tray of cups of soup] Ah, would you like some soup?
Why, yes I would! That's exactly-- [realizes it's Crow] Ah, would you knock that off, Crow! Get out of this meeting!! [Crow leaves quickly] All right, now I think we all agree that Crow needs some sort of punishment. What should it be?
Servo
Well, if I may quote from my colleague Gypsy, here... FRY HIM! FRY HIM!! BURN HIM UP!! And if I may just interject one thought of my own... TEAR HIM UP!! RIP HIM APART!! BURN HIM!! And, in conclusion... Die Die Die Die Die Die!!! Any thoughts?
So why does Crow get a chance to respond, Mike?
Well, it's due process. As the accused, he is owed a chance to defend himself.
Servo
[wearing a chief executioner cloth and carrying an ax] Plus, it gives him hope and it makes killing him an even richer experience.
We're not going to kill him, and take that hood off! [Takes the cloth off of Servo]
Well, I'm here for my last ditch hearing. Uh, got a statement. Hi, everyone. Well! Where to start?
Should we listen? We're shunning him.
Oh, good, it's hard to shun. I keep forgetting.
: If it pleases the court?
[hammering with a gavel] It pleases the court. Quiet, everyone! [lights dim; Crow talks to Cambot]
: As I think back in my life, I see basically a good robot. A robust and exemplary youth was followed by an unusually religious and publicly spirited young adulthood. Then I began my life of service. Being crushed into an ingot. Being hung upside down in chains.
You know, it's really true.
Yet all that matters not for trouble has found me. I stand accused of cheating and here is where the story becomes complex.
Complex? He copied my paper. What's so complex about--? [Mike hushes her up]
If my actions, if my creative methods for obtaining information, have--
[getting agitated] He copied my whole paper--
...if those methods have been perceived by some as less than on the up-and-up, this causes me so much pain.
Servo
Can we just kill him now??
Perhaps, in my purity, I did not recognize temptation. The tragedy is almost too perfect. But I accept the consequences. I forgive Mike for forcing me into this situation. He did not realize the trap he was setting. I forgive Servo and Gypsy--
HE STOLE MY FRIGGIN' PAPER!!!
Servo
DOWN HE GOES! DOWN! DOWN!
And I forgive myself. Thank you. [lights come up] I await your verdict.
Well, Crow, first up, it seems like you never really got to the apology.
Oh, uh, right. In an otherwise selfless and velvet life, I have cheated. And when you cheat, you make an eat out of C and H. I'm sorry.
The court finds the defendant...GUILTY! [Crow sobs. Mike continues cheerfully.) But he's basically a decent guy, so he and all his friends are sentenced to eating Hostess Snowballs all night long.[The 'Bots cheer.]
Servo
I was with you all along, buddy! I knew you'd never fry!
[Three-quarters of the way through the movie, which has consisted almost entirely of the characters just wandering around the house and talking...]
Servo
So, Mike, where's the atomic brain?
[The short starts with cars driving into a cemetery]
Jack Kevorkian throws a tailgating party!
Servo
Save some for me!
[A pink car can be seen]
Servo
Oh, look, the Pepto-Bismol car.
Never let this happen to you. Don't make the mistake these people made. Don't die.