Scenes with Mr. Prevert 14
[Opposite sketch]
Great news, Dad! I've just been voted the least popular kid in our school!
PMr. Prevert
Oh, good, son! Hey, listen, just keep up the good work and keep studying the maths because you'll have no trouble getting a job with the department of Internal Revenue!
Alright! (leaves, reciting math equations to himself)
PMr. Prevert
Sounds right to me.
Dad, who's the most popular person among all your friends?
PMr. Prevert
Well, I would say...
Whoever's buying the next round of drinks.
That last skit is very important. It helps to prove how one can not always believe how surveys say. For all we know, the people at home filling out the ballots may simply be a bunch of uneducated buffoons.
[She realizes what she just said.]
OH, NO, NO! I didn't mean to say that! Oh, who wrote the cue cards?!
[Ross, holding a card, points to himself and chuckles. Cut to The Preverts watching the show.]
PMr. Prevert
That girl just called me an uneducated buffoon. I am not voting for her.
I always thought she was remarkably perceptive.
[Doug enters the living room wearing a kilt]
PMr. Prevert
Ha! When I was your age, I wouldn't have been caught dead wearing a skirt!
It's not a skirt, it's a kilt. And when you were my age, probably all you had to wear was dinosaur skins.
PMr. Prevert
Actually, they were saber-toothed tiger skins. Dinosaur skins went out with the caveman.
PMr. Prevert
[wearing a giant beanie] When I was your age, Dougie, we all had these hats. We called them beanies.
Is that why so many men your age are bald now, Dad? Did the propeller blow all their hair off?
PMr. Prevert
Whaddaya mean, "bald"? GO TO BED!
[An Opposite Sketch. A young man comes in wearing a trenchcoat, hat and sunglasses, carrying a violin case]
PMr. Prevert
Hey Kevin! Come here. Where do you think you're going with that? [points to the violin case]
I'm gonna go shoot up the neighborhood, Dad.
[Kevin opens the violin case to reveal a machine gun]
PMr Prevert
I thought you were going to some boring violin lesson or something like that. Go on. Have fun!
[Lisa is interrupting Mrs. Prevert's story at the dinner table.]
Lisa, how many times do I have to tell you, dear? It is impolite to interrupt. You must wait your turn.
But when does my turn come?
PMr. Prevert
Here. [He takes a card from a stand on the table.] Take a number.
PMr. Prevert
[holding up his card] 2.
[Lisa throws away her card in frustration.]
So, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted...
Did you see my picture in the paper yesterday, sir? I'm carrier of the week.
PMr. Prevert
I never read the newspaper, son.
That's what everyone says on my route. No one ever reads their papers anymore.
PMr. Prevert
That's right, everyone gets their news from the teletext on TV.
Then why do you all still get a newspaper?
PMr. Prevert
Cause we haven't found any way to wrap up kitty litter in a television set.
[Mr. Prevert is watching Alasdair and Ben playing Atari Pac-Man]
PMr. Prevert
Oh! Video games, video games! That's all you kids do nowadays. Sitting in front of that stupid screen!
BBen
It's not true Dad. Sometimes we go to the arcade.
PMr. Prevert
You know what your trouble is?
Our trouble is you can't break 100,000.
PMr. Prevert
Oh no. Your trouble is you've got no ambition.
BBen
You have no idea what it's like being a kid today!
Yeah, I mean the pressures are enormous.
BBen
In your day, it was easy. You had a choice of being a doctor, lawyer.
Yeah, now there's space exploration, computer science, hi-tech.
BBen
Recreology, oceanography.
PMr. Prevert
Yeah well, you know I never really did think of it in exactly that way. I guess it is scary.
PMr. Prevert
Well I mean there's so many choices, there's so many new fields opening up.
PMr. Prevert
By the way, are you two guys got any idea in what direction in what you're leaning profession wise?
BBen
I think I'd like to be a doctor.
I think I've decided to be a lawyer.
(Alasdair, Alanis, Adam and Kai are partying in the living room and having a wonderful time, when they hear their parents' voices outside the door.)
Children! We're home from the convention!
Oh no! We weren't supposed to be having a party! Quick, clean up!
(The children frantically begin trying to clean up the messy living room, but don't get far when the door opens and Mom and Dad enter.)
PMr. Prevert
(sees mess) HEY! Whaaaat's been goin' on here?!
Some... some... some bunch of burglars broke in here and tied us all up, and then they went really wild and crazy and had a party!
KKai
And... and you should have seen the Pin the Tail on the Donkey game! It was terrible!
Oh, no! Are you kids all right?
Well, we're kind of in shock right now.
PMr. Prevert
Okay, listen - I am gonna call the police.
Dad, don't be too hard on them, you know, just because they didn't clean up the place.
Oh, don't you worry, Alanis. Those burglars are going to get their just deserts. You see (holds up fish bone), those burglars ate some salmon that was contaminated with food poisoning, and they are all going to be very sick any minute now.
(The kids immediately get sick and begin to throw up.)
(Doug, the paperboy, walks up to the Preverts' front step to collect his fee. Mr. and Mrs. Prevert, who have spots all over their faces, are holding a sign that says "QUARANTINE.")
Oh, keep away, little boy! It isn't safe!
Oh, young man, we're under quarantine, can't you see? You have to stay away.
Listen lady, I don't care if you're under quarantine. I've come to get the money for the paper, and I'm gonna get it, you know.
PMr. Prevert
Hey kid, we'd love to pay ya. Can't you read, we're under quarantine! We have got "spotted faaaaaaaceatosis"! You catch it and you die! I'm sorry!
(scared) Oh, well that's okay then. Maybe I'll come back next week, and - and - and I'll get my money then, okay? (runs off quickly, leaving his bag of papers behind)
Oh Lance, this quarantine idea of yours is sheer genius! (begins to rub some of the spots off her face, revealing the spots to be only ink) Ever since we pretended we had "spotted faceatosis," well, we've saved all kinds of money! My goodness, we haven't had to pay the milkman, the vacuum cleaner repairman, the car salesman, it's wonderful. You're a genius.
PMr. Prevert
Genius? Valerie, I really have got spotted faaaaaceatosis. I think you've got it too.
PMr. Prevert
(pointing to a spot on Valerie's nose) That one ain't gonna come off.
(Mr. and Mrs. Prevert, Chris and Sariya are sitting around the dinner table eating.)
PMr. Prevert
Y'know, Chris, I know that when I was going to high school, none of the girls was as pretty as Sariya here.
Oh, but Lance, you and I were in high school together, dear.
PMr. Prevert
Yeah, that's right.
You know, Sariya, back in those days, all the girls talked about Chris's father. They couldn't believe any boy had so many zits or such bad breath. The only reason I went out with him is because I felt sorry for him... well, I lost a bet.
Mrs. Prevert, I can't believe you would say such a thing.
That's the exact same reason why I agreed to go out with Chris! (She and Mom both stick their tongues out triumphantly at a chagrined Chris and Mr. Prevert.)
[Opposite skit, Mr. and Mrs. Prevert come into Christian's bedroom with presents, breakfast in bed and a TV.]
PMr. Prevert
Ta da! Wakey wakey!
Happy Children's Day Christian.
Yes, and we have some presents for you. Don't we Lance?
Children's Day is our day to show our appreciation for kids.
Oh thanks mom. Thanks dad.
PMr. Prevert
Hey, what's on the TV? No work today! Nothing but fun, fun fun fun!
[The screen flips over, ending the opposites]
PMr. Prevert
Well I'm glad that's over. Let's get this out of here. (takes the TV away as Mrs. Prevert takes away the presents.) Now, you are going to clean my car. You are going to paint the house, put out the garbage, scrub the cess pool and then go to school.
What's so wrong about having a Kids Day anyway? I mean, there's a Mother's Day and a Father's Day. There's even a Groundhog's Day!
Christian, every day is Children's Day and you're spoiled enough as it is!
Oh, that's what you're always trying to tell--
(dumps the cereal on Christian's head) There.
PMr. Prevert
Dump it! (dumps the rest of the breakfast on Christian.) Now you lazy little slob, clean up that mess! (he and Mrs. Prevert leave)
You know, Jill, I think it was very nice and generous of the audience to give you all those tomatoes tonight, dear.
[hiding in the back seat] Mother, they didn't GIVE me the tomatoes, they THREW them at me! [sits up to reveal that she is covered with squashed tomatoes]
They didn't like my solo. Mother, everyone thinks I'm a failure, don't you understand?!
PMr. Prevert
Jill, Jill, that is not true, not everybody threw somethin' at you. The Wildermeyers were there...
PMr. Prevert
They never tossed nothin'.
[A car pulls up next to the Preverts'.]
PMr. Prevert
They just pulled up to the stoplight! Hey Wildermeyer, over here! Yeah! How ya doin'? Yeah, we need a little confidence buildin'. My daughter Jill wants to know, what did ya think of her song?
[The Wildermeyers throw more tomatoes at Jill from off screen.]