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LOUISE: Ugh, even stripes don't help.
His body's an enigma.
Do they make an apron with a control top?
I think you look pretty, Dad.
Stop it. I just want a plain white one.
Gene.
Hey, there's Mr. Frond.
Oh, hello, Belcher family.
Classy martini set.
The name's Frond. James Frond.
I've got a license to... counsel.
Double-oh-so-sad.
Louise, be nice.
Why? It's Mr. Frond.
Ah, Tina, since I caught you,
your Home Ec teacher Mrs. Woods is going on disability.
Obviously, I can't share confidential details.
All I can say is, she's a drug addict.
So, until she comes back, we're folding Home Ec in
Metal Shop?
Say good-bye to your fingers.
You can build metal fingers.
Boy, it's a shame to cancel Home Ec.
I mean, everybody needs to learn how to cook, right?
A lot of kids aren't lucky enough
to grow up in a restaurant.
Well, Bob,
maybe you'd like to fill in as a substitute, huh?
Me, teach? Wow, I mean, I can't.
I-I've got the restaurant to run. But...
it is an honor to pass on what you know
to the next generation, right?
I mean, I might even change some lives.
Frond is right! I can teach kids!
I did it with you, Gene.
What the hell, let's do it.
Wow, this will be great. I've never been teacher's pet before.
But now I have a huge head start because Dad already likes me.
Like is a strong word.
Teacher's pet, the gold star of gold stars.
(jazzy music playing)
(applause)
Mmm...
Ahh...
What are you doing, Tina?
Nothing.
You'll see.
Well, here I am, all set for my first day.
Oh, my God. You look so handsome!
Just like Richard Dreyfuss in Mr. Holland's Old ***.
Why are you carrying Mom's old purse?
Oh. I-I thought it kind of looked like a briefcase.
Go ahead and use it. But let me take out my pepper spray.
Unless you want to cook with it. (chuckles)
If it's anything like butter spray, I'm in!
Guys, remember, at school, I'm Mr. Belcher,
so treat me like you would any other substitute teacher.
That means you get a mean nickname
and we assume you live a horribly depressing life.
In this case, we know it's true.
Bob, you're getting a nickname! Fun!
Ha!
GENE: Mr. Bowel-Chair.
No, Dr. Fart!
Alphonso Poo Poo Fatty III.
Those are kind of all not very good.
All right, let's go to school.
Let me try a squirt of that pepper spray.
(screaming)
Oh, actually, not so bad.
LINDA: Aw, what's the matter, Teddy?
You're actually chewing your food instead of
(groans)
I got to go to my cousin's wedding this weekend
Oh.
Is this the cousin you got to second base with?
What is it then?
There's always dancing at weddings, and I can't dance.
You know, Teddy, I could teach you how to dance. I taught myself,
That is impressive.
I don't know. I mean, the wedding's in three days.
That's plenty of time. It's maybe's too much time.
I don't think so.
Bounce house?
Yeah, pretty ***-***.
(school bell rings)
Hello, class.
I'm, uh, Mr. Belcher, your substitute.
I will be teaching you, but I also look forward
to each one of you-- whoa-- teaching me.
Nice purse, Mr. B.!
It's a... it's a briefcase.
No, it's not a man purse.
Anyway, what have you guys covered so far?
Pies? Omelets? Maybe you've tackled a casserole?
One time we made popsicles out of juice.
And then we made juice by melting popsicles.
Oh, wait, that was in science.
We don't cook in Home Ec. We watch educational movies.
Zeke's really funny.
(chuckles) 'Prec. So put in a flick Mr. B.
No, no, no. Today, why don't we actually do a little cooking?
Cooking's stupid! The only cooking I do
Ah! Zeke, it burns!
Zeke!
Zeke, let him go.
Play the movie!
CLASS: Movie! Movie! Movie!
Alphonso Poo Poo Fatty III!
Dr. Fart!
Alphonso Poo Poo Fatty III!
(indistinct shouting)
I have pepper spray in my purse, and I will use it!
Movies! Movies! Movies! Movies!
You're animals! You're all animals!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on in here?
Calm down, children.
Here's your movie. (sighs)
♪ I'm here to teach you Home Ec ♪
♪ It'll only take a sec ♪
Nothing to make fun of yet.
I'm really enjoying it so far.
Kids are horrible.
Why do we keep making them?
No. Kind of. No.
All right, Bob, I should have explained.
Home Ec isn't for honor students.
It's where dumb-dumbs learn to make ice.
You know my daughter's in that class, right?
Yes, Bob, I do.
Okay, but shouldn't we be...
challenging these kids?
What? Like a fight?
I don't want to fight those kids.
No, teaching them.
Teaching them how to cook.
Bob, the movies mellow them out.
(chuckling): It's not like we can slip meds into their milk.
What?
Wait. Di... But I'm not go...
(muttering quickly)
TEDDY: So, what's the easiest step?
No steps. If I wanted to see steps,
Right.
Everyone's a dancer. You're probably dancing all day long,
you don't even know it. There! You just tugged up your pants
to cover up your butt crack. Now, that could be a move.
Okay, tug and wiggle, tug and wiggle. Right?
Tug and wiggle, tug and wiggle.
Now let's make your boom-boom jiggle. Come on.
(scatting)
(scatting)
There he is. (gasp)
Bill Cosby's got nothing on me.
Hey, how was Home Ec?
TINA: It was fun.
(whispers): Mr. Belcher totally lost control of the class.
Dad did great.
He broke down and cried quicker
than any substitute teacher ever.
I didn't cry.
Well, the rumor that I started says otherwise.
I started a rumor you wear diapers.
But so far, no traction.
Yes!
LINDA: Nah, just quit, Bob.
You always have a job at Bob's Burgers.
Yeah, that'll cheer him up.
No. You know what. I'm not gonna quit on those kids.
I just have to find a way to reach them.
(panting): Should I still be dancing? I'm having chest pains.
(grunts)
BOB: Sorry I was all up
in your grill about
cooking yesterday. (chuckles)
Don't try to be our friend.
Um, all right, well, let's fire up
Chester the Home Ec-ster
Meets Dustin the Dusting Cowboy.
Those two are always gettin' into it.
Oh, anybody want some microwave popcorn
to go with the movie?
Whoops, I ripped the bag.
(groans) Now we can't have popcorn! Idiot.
Hey, everybody, maybe there's another way to make popcorn.
He's trying to microwave without a microwave.
Mr. B.'s lost it. God, he's lost it!
Let's see where he goes with this.
Oh, my God! What's happening?!
We're cooking, Jocelyn. That's what's happening.
Aw, poop, he tricked us!
Or, aw, poop, he taught us.
It smells like real microwave popcorn.
Hey, who wants to make some kettle corn?
I do.
You rock, Mr. Belcher.
All right, Anthony. Down low, too slow.
Oh. You got there in time.
(sighs). Come on. There's a line?
That was a great class, Mr. Belcher.
Sorry, Zeke, I just got carried away.
Nah, we're cool and all but just shut up sometimes.
Shut it! Jimmy Jr., shut it!
Your dad's really cool.
He's married! To a friend of mine!
What the heck happened here?
I'm not sure. I think Dad might be a great teacher.
Hey, I don't appreciate your lack of sarcasm.
(sighs) There's a lot of competition for teacher's pet.
It's a real petting zoo in there.
LINDA: And shake it and shake it and shake it
(grunting)
Teddy, I'm gonna be frank, okay?
You got the moves but there's no fire.
No, it's okay
because weddings have firewater.
Yes.
It's alcohol.
It's been helpin' men dance at weddings
since the beginning of time. Come on.
You chug-a-lug and cut a rug!
Well, I got to fix a roof later but this is important.
Attaboy!
Will not be the first time I've fallen off a roof.
Hi, I was wondering
if I could borrow an egg?
I'm Bob, the substitute Home Ec teacher.
Well, well, well, Mr. Bob the substitute Home Ec teacher
comes into my kitchen and wants to borrow a egg.
No, let's get you that egg.
Here it is.
That's not an egg. That's your middle finger.
If you don't want it sunny-side up, I can make it
Finger upside down, got it.
Want to see scrambled?
Jeez, it's a little aggressive down here.
I mean, aren't we on the same team?
We both work for the school.
I don't. I work for Caf-Co Food Services.
And Caf-Co has a strict policy against lending eggs to Bob.
All right, well, I'll find an egg someplace else, I guess.
(laughs) Just messing with you.
Seriously, I've got a dozen over here on the shelf.
(chuckling): I know.
Here you go. Here you go.
Here you go. Here you go.
Yeah, no... I'm all set, thank...
All right. Take care, Bob.
Yeah, you, too. Can you believe that guy?
Substitute.
Okay, someone taste this soup and tell me what it needs.
Oh, look, he chose me. Okay, fine, I'll do it.
Um... salt.
I know that because I pay attention in class,
and I'm not texting like Jocelyn
or late like Peter.
Uh, someone else? Zeke, you want to try?
I don't need this stuff, Mr. B.
Just try it, Zeke.
Well, no...
No!
No one will laugh at you.
(groans) All right. Might as well try
to Zeke it up, I guess. (slurps)
(smacking) Let's see what we got. All right.
Uh, let's try some of this leafy stuff.
Some of these orange flakes that look like fish food.
(sniffing, groans) Forget it, forget it.
Let's invite some of this to the party!
Ooh, la, la.
Paprika? Eureka!
Get your *** in here, girl!
(laughing): Oh, man. (mutters) Oh, boy.
All right, I probably wrecked it.
It's... unbelievable.
It's amazing.
Zeke, you may have a perfect palate.
Do you know how rare that is?
Get out of my mouth, Mr. B.! Stop it!
No! No! No!
(blowing raspberries)
Shut up! Shut up! Go to hell!
Go to hell!
All right, I'll try it.
Just don't start something you can't finish, Mr. B.
I won't let you down, Zeke.
Anyhow, the soup wasn't perfect.
Tina put too much salt in it.
Go to hell, Zeke.
♪ La, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la. ♪
Yeah, we should eat it right now.
Hey, you guys aren't in this class.
It smells so good.
With our lunch money.
You guys, we're not a restaurant. Go away.
No, we're not.
Well, that's the "Ec" of "Home Ec."
Oh.
Yeah, a Home Ec-staurant.
Yay, salad!
What's a beverage?
Jimmy Jr., can you handle the money?
I have a calculator. You do the math.
And for our head chef,
the person who will wield the spatula... Tina?
Can you hand this to Zeke?
Hell, yes!
Tina, give it to him.
Come on, let go.
Tina, give him the spatula.
(grunting)
Let go of it, Tina!
We want to eat! Let go of it, Tina.
Tina!
Where are all the food holes?
The rest of the kids.
Maybe they're at the Home Ec-staurant?
The Home Ec-sta what?! Back up!
Home Ec-sta what?!
Home Ec-sta what?!
You're useless! Useless!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Hildy's sorry.
Here, take an extra, uh, black and white bar.
(indistinct crowd chatter)
Yeah, we got a problem.
No, it's Hildy.
Look at us, we're packed.
Yeah, we're busier than a monkey with six dingalings! Order up!
Oh.
How am I doing on dishwashing, Mr. Belcher?
Good, Tina. Of course, kids are licking the plates clean,
No.
Yeah, if we're gonna keep up, we need more manpower.
No! no...
You don't want me. I'm a terrible employee!
Check my references!
And Gene's the one who trained me.
I didn't even listen.
Gene, you're a waiter, Louise, you're hostess.
Fine!
Hello. How was everything?
Guess you didn't like it!
Ha, ha, just kidding.
So unless there's anything else, maybe you should go now.
Ga-up, up, up, up, up, up.
Drive safe. Thanks for coming. Come again.
I got an open two-top here!
Give me a bald Kelly Ripa and a canoe with a brick!
Chicken taco, no sour cream, plus a brownie-- you got it.
Really? I didn't even know what I meant.
I think I'm a great waiter!
I think I'm a great hostess!
Maybe we've always been great.
Yeah! And we've just been working in a sucky restaurant.
(sighs) I guess I know where I belong.
Hi. I want to transfer into Metal Shop.
(deep, sinister voice): Come in.
LINDA: Part of dancing
is finding a partner, okay?
Um...
What if he says no?
Make him say yes with your body.
With my body, right.
(laughs): Right, yeah.
No, I don't want to dance.
What about now?
(groaning)
(groaning)
Great.
Yeah, this is all right.
Hey, you're home from school early.
Well, I'm going back.
I'm just grabbing some plates for the second restaurant.
The home ec class.
Now it's a home ec-staurant.
Lin, this teaching thing is unbelievable.
I'm changing kids' lives!
Me, too! I feel exactly the same!
I changed Teddy's life!
BOB: Um, uh, I don't know if we're
feeling quite the same thing, Lin.
I mean Teddy's one life, and he's old.
Not that it's a competition.
No, of course not, but, uh...
I bet none of your students can do this.
Come on, lift that guy up. Lift him up.
(grunting)
(whimpering)
He's up.
Light! Light! Light! Light!
Kevin, are those new pants?
Cindy, Ray, are you two back together?
So happy.
Hey, Paul, when's the cast coming off?
Stop using those crutches as a crutch. (laughs)
David, come here. Sorry about your parents' divorce.
It's not your fault. I love you, man.
Donald, the rat tail-- it's coming back!
Okay, I'm going to the bathroom now.
I'm going to stop talking.
(sighs, liquid pouring, footsteps)
Aah!
I didn't mean to startle you.
Just wanted to check in with the new lunch lady.
I-I'm not a lunch lady.
You sell lunches to kids, you got a little mustache.
Occupied!
Well, I-I should probably get back to my classroom.
Not so fast.
Wash your hands. That's disgusting.
Oh, yeah, you kind of threw me off my routine.
I prefer to do it myself.
You got to get in there.
Can you not wash my hands?
Hotter water. I got to get hotter water on this.
You're hurting me. That's really hot.
Ow! Oh! Oh, God!
Oh, God... Ah.
Now that you're all cleaned up,
there's someone who wants to talk to you.
Get in the back.
"Get in the back"?
Lift the thing
on the side, the seat slides forward.
Crawl under the seat belt. I'll hold it up.
Okay, um...
Hello. I'm Mr. Platt.
"Michael Mauermann."
Mr. Mauermann retired.
My cards aren't ready yet.
Trust me, they'll look quite similar.
"Caf-Co Food Services."
Bob, we have an exclusive contract
that you are in violation thereof.
Come on, your big corporation has a problem
with kids making food for other kids?
Definitely.
If it's bigger than a bake sale, they call Michael Mauermann,
and they reach me because I have his number now,
and I shut it down.
Well, I was hired by Mr. Frond, so, take it up with him.
(car door opens)
Sorry I'm late.
I thought we were meeting in that hatchback over there.
(scoffs)
Could you...?
Yes.
Can you be polite, Bob?
Thank you.
Well, I don't want to sit on your lap, so...
I don't want you to, either.
Bob, the administration is siding with Caf-Co.
You are to close the Home Ec-staurant,
and go back to movies, or you're fired.
No. I-I won't do it to the kids.
What are you doing?
Can you not do that?
I mean, I can just curl up in the seat here and let him go by.
Well, if you would shimmy forward, now, now...
You know, all you need to do is move.
I-I want to push you out.
You're... Stop pushing me. I'll just get out.
And here it comes. Got you. Ha, ha!
Well, yes, I did.
I pushed you out, and you're fired.
I got out on my own.
Well, then, uh... you're rehired.
No. I'm not falling for that.
No, just... just sit down on the edge of the seat here.
You...
(goofy singing)
Now you.
Not bad, Lin, but what about...
♪ Baba, bada, ba-ba, ba-bada-bup. ♪
Yeah, that's okay, Teddy, for people who can't do this,
and this and that and that and that!
Maybe you were thinking of this!
Ooh, ah, ooh-ooh, ah!
Oh, my God, Lin!
Aah!
This was a bad idea.
I should never dance. I should never dance!
No, Teddy. This is what dancing's all about.
Not holding back, taking chances!
Yeah, sometimes people get hit in the mouth. So what?
You're not... you're not mad?
Mad? Teddy, I'm as proud as can be.
I got nothing more to teach you.
Kiss?
No! What? No! Dance.
Dance out that door.
It's your graduation.
♪ Teddy knows how to dance now ♪
♪ He is ready for the wedding. ♪
Come on, get out the door, move it.
Aah!
♪ Ah, ooh-ooh, ah! ♪
♪ When your underpants are streaky and your socks ♪
♪ Are smelling freaky, get some bleach. ♪
(groans)
Oh, uh, sorry.
I, uh... I just need to get a couple things.
(gasps) It's Mr. B!
Save us, please!
We don't want to watch movies, Mr. Belcher! We want you!
Yeah, we want to, like, cook stuff! We miss you.
Look, kids, I'm sorry.
This-this wasn't my idea. I...
Come on, Mr. Belcher, you got to stay.
Okay, okay, okay.
Okay, okay, okay, children, children.
Okay, everyone, hush. Watch the movie.
Bob, take your plates and go.
Wait.
(gasps)
Stop it!
That's a huge waste of popcorn.
(bags tearing)
Get out, Bob!
Caf-Co won. You're done.
Meat is done, not people!
I just felt a little tingly there when you said that.
Listen, we can't win this war, but maybe we can go out cooking.
What if we serve this school one more lunch?
The Home Ec-staurant is closed!
Everyone's already down in the cafeteria anyway. It's over.
Yeah, they are, so we go to them.
Let's get this chow-wagon rollin' to Mouth Town, everyone!
I'm telling Mr. Platt.
Burgers!
Burgers, really?
Wait. That... We don't want burgers?
No! No, no, no! That's good. That's fine.
I thought burg... Okay, well, we could...
No, sounds like you're married to burgers, so...
Thought I heard "braised lamb shank" is all.
GENE: Great, after I bought all those gift certificates!
Well, I can't go back to my old job.
I burned a lot of bridges there!
To the cafeteria! Gene, Louise, hop on!
GENE: All right.
It's the mobile Home Ec-staurant.
Tina, how are we fixed on dishes?
Tina? Where's Tina?
She transferred to Metal Shop,
because her home ec teacher was treating her like day-old bread.
Tina transferred?
Oh, my God, I-I didn't even realize she was gone.
Wait. Everybody stop. Which way is Metal Shop?
(metallic clinking, whirring)
Look, I welded a piece of metal to a piece of metal.
Hi. I'm Tina.
Tina!
Hello, Mr. Belcher.
What are you doing here?
Really cool things with metal.
At least I'm teacher's pet somewhere.
Oh.
Tina, I'm sorry I didn't pay enough attention to you.
I-I've never taught a class before.
I didn't know how to treat my own kid.
I wanted to be your favorite student, not Zeke.
But you're already my favorite... eldest daughter.
I can't do anything right!
Come with us, Tina.
We're gonna serve one last lunch, and we need you.
To wash dishes?
Yes! But you can also do prep.
Okay.
Bye, everyone.
Bye, Jeremy.
(Tina panting)
There they are.
Nice try, Bob,
but your little food cart escapade is over.
Don't listen to him, kids.
Keep pushing. We need speed.
Gene, get off.
I just got comfortable.
Get off your cushion, and do some pushin'!
Stop!
Ramming speed!
Oh, goodness, I am jumping out of the way. Aah!
(clinking)
Oh, God, it's collapsing.
I have something we can use-- metal.
The Home Ec-staurant is back in business.
LOUISE: Come and get it, Wagstaff!
(cheering and whooping)
We got burgers!
And tomatoes and onions that I chopped,
because I'm in charge of prep.
Joceyln's doing it, too, but I'm more in charge than her.
Yeah, he said that I was.
MR. PLATT: No. No,
don't eat that! Eat that!
We need that money! You... You, stop chewing!
Hildy, get that food out of his mouth!
All of you, eat the cafeteria lunch!
Ah... forget it.
Hildy, let's go get drunk.
What do you mean, "Get drunk"?
Yay! We did it, Mr. B!
This will always be remembered, till people forget.
(gasps)
Yeah!
Yay...! Oh.
Thanks, Mr. Belcher.
It's a pass-fail class.
Oh, okay. Uh, pass plus.
Hey, you want to take a break and get something to eat?
Belcher party of two, your server will be right with you.
Hi. How's, uh, everybody's day so far?
Fantastic.
I'll be back with some waters and tell you about our specials.
I could really use someone like him back at the restaurant.
Ooh, ah. Ooh, ah.
I'm dancing so high!
I'm dancing so high!
Someone get in here with me!
Someone get in... Oh.
Oh, God. Oh, no.
(retches)
(zippering)
Do not come in here!
Nobody come in here.
Someone threw up in the bounce house.
Kids, kids, kids, you can't go in the bounce house.
Someone threw up in there.
I don't know. I don't what happened.
I don't know what... Who wants to dance?
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