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MATTHEWS, JUST THE MAN WE WANT TO SEE.
DON'T YOU GET ENOUGH OF ME AT SCHOOL?
YEAH. MORE THAN.
HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO HELP HAND OUT FLYERS?
I WOULDN'T.
THANKS.
THIS YEAR'S SPRING DANCE IS A FIFTIES SOCK HOP.
LIKE ANYONE WOULD WANT TO GO TO THIS.
HEY, YOU WANT TO GO TO THIS?
NO.
IT'S ME, RIGHT?
JUST BECAUSE WE'RE DATING ANYMORE,
YOU DON'T WANT TO GO OUT ANYMORE. WHY'S THAT?
ABOUT A DECISION WE'VE MADE TO JUST BE FRIENDS.
I DON'T THINK WE SHOULD COMPLICATE THAT.
IT'S A DANCE IN SOCKS.
WHAT'S COMPLICATED ABOUT THAT?
YOU'RE THE ONE WHO BROKE UP WITH ME.
DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?
I KNOW EXACTLY WHERE WE STAND.
IF YOU'RE NOT CAREFUL,
I'LL BREAK UP WITH YOU AGAIN.
CORY, YOU'VE GOT TO STOP LIVING IN THE PAST.
SHE'S RIGHT, COR.
NO, SHE'S NOT, SHAWN.
COME ON. ARE YOU GOING TO FINISH THAT?
IT'S YOURS, BUDDY.
OF COURSE BECAUSE YOU'RE MY FRIEND,
AND I'M YOUR FRIEND.
THAT'S THE WAY IT WILL ALWAYS BE,
AND THERE'S NOTHING COMPLICATED ABOUT THAT.
WANT MY FRIES?
ONLY IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO FINISH THEM.
HEY, WHAT'S WITH THIS MICROWAVE?
OH, I UNPLUGGED IT.
IT'S BEEN MAKING THIS WEIRD SOUND.
WHAT KIND OF WEIRD SOUND?
[FIZZING]
NO!
POWER SURGE.
MY COMPUTER CRASHED.
SOMEBODY PLUGGED SOMETHING IN.
HERE, MORGAN. HOLD THIS.
IT WAS ME. I DID IT.
MY TERM PAPER ON THE SPACE RACE IS GONE.
I'VE GOT TO HAVE 10 PAGES ON SPUTNIK,
AND I'VE GOT NOTHING.
UM, SPUTNIK WAS THE FIRST SATELLITE
LAUNCHED BY THE RUSSIANS, 1957.
IT WAS A FAMOUS DAY IN HISTORY.
IT CREATED PANIC BECAUSE EVERYBODY THOUGHT THAT THE RUSSIANS
WERE PUTTING UP A SPY SATELLITE.
THEY WERE JUST EXPERIMENTING FOR SPACE TRAVEL.
HOW DO YOU KNOW SO MUCH?
YOU'RE A GROCER.
[RUSSIAN ACCENT] WE'RE REALLY RUSSIAN SPIES,
RIGHT, BORIS?
YES, NATASHA.
I HEARD A SCREAM.
MR. FEENY, DON'T EXPECT TO GET MY PAPER ON TIME.
I NEVER DO.
NO. SEE THE PROBLEM
IS NO ONE UNDERSTANDS HOW HARD I HAVE IT.
OH, FORGIVE US, MR. MATTHEWS.
YEAH. I MEAN, COMPUTER GLITCHES, GIRLFRIEND GLITCHES.
YOU GUYS HAD IT SO EASY GOING TO HIGH SCHOOL
WAY BACK IN THE FIFTIES.
UH, SEVENTIES.
LATE SEVENTIES.
I WAS THERE--COMMUNIST WITCH HUNTS, MASS PARANOIA.
PEOPLE DIVING UNDER DESKS.
THE FEAR THAT THE BOMB WAS GOING TO DROP.
IT WASN'T QUITE THE HAPPY DAYS YOU THINK.
MAYBE YOU DIDN'T HAVE A GOOD TIME, BUT I BET I WOULD.
HEY, HOWDY DOODY, WE'RE DANCING HERE.
WHY'D YOU PULL THE PLUG?
OH, SORRY.
WAIT A MINUTE.
TOPANGA?
IS THIS THE SOCK HOP? DID WE COME TOGETHER?
WHAT ARE YOU, CRACKED?
I DON'T DATE GUYS I DON'T KNOW.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU DON'T KNOW?
HEY, HEY, HEY, YOU ZOO FULL OF WEENIES!
SHAKE A LEG. TIME TO GET BACK TO SCHOOL.
WAIT A MINUTE.
WHERE AM I?
EXCUSE ME.
WHAT YEAR IS THIS?
IT'S 1957.
WHAT'S THE MATTER, KID? YOU FLIP YOUR WIG?
IT'S HAPPENED.
I'M HERE.
GREAT CAESAR'S GHOST!
I'VE GONE BACK IN TIME.
WOW, IT REALLY IS THE FIFTIES.
THIS IS HUNKY-DORY.
HEY, ALL RIGHT. YOU'RE HERE, TOO.
HEY! HEY, HEY.
DON'T HANDLE THE MERCHANDISE
UNLESS YOU INTEND ON PAYING THE PRICE.
SHAWN, COME ON. IT'S ME.
FIRST OF ALL, I DON'T KNOW WHO "ME" IS,
AND SECOND OF ALL, IT AIN'T SHAWN.
IT'S SHAWNZY.
BUT, SHAWN, WE'RE BEST FRIENDS.
NO. I DON'T HAVE FRIENDS. I'M A LONER.
NO. YOU JUST THINK YOU ARE.
DEEP DOWN, YOU REALLY NEED A GOOD BUDDY
WHO'S ALWAYS GOING TO BE THERE FOR YOU.
O.K., BUDDY BOY, WHY DON'T YOU, UH...
HOLD THIS.
PING-PONG, HUH?
I LOVE PING-PONG.
GOT A BALL?
SHAWNZY HUNTERELLI.
I WARNED YOU THAT YOUR NEXT SHENANIGAN WOULD BE YOUR LAST.
UH, IT WASN'T HIM. IT WAS ME.
A NEW STUDENT TRYING TO MAKE A NAME FOR HIMSELF,
AND THAT NAME IS?
IF HE DOESN'T KNOW, BE SMART. MAKE ONE UP.
MY NAME IS, UH...
BRAD PITT, SIR.
WELL, MR. PITTSIR,
IF YOU WANT TO KEEP YOUR NOSE CLEAN AROUND HERE,
I SUGGEST THAT YOU STEER CLEAR
OF BAD APPLES LIKE THIS...
JOHNNY ROTTENSEED.
PITTSIR, YOU PIPED UP FOR ME WHEN YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO.
WE HELP EACH OTHER OUT.
THAT'S WHAT WE'VE ALWAYS DONE, SHAWN...ZY.
IF I WAS THE TYPE THAT SAID THANK YOU, I WOULD,
BUT I'M NOT THAT TYPE.
YOUNG LADY, YOUR HAIR IS FAR TOO HIGH,
A CLEAR VIOLATION OF SCHOOL POLICY
AND A HAZARD TO ALL LOW-FLYING AIRCRAFT.
IF I SEE AN AEROPLANE, I'LL DUCK, ALL RIGHT?
AND SPIT OUT THAT GUM.
TOPANGA...
THERE YOU ARE.
LISTEN, ARCHIE, THE NAME'S T.L.
AS IN "TOPANGA LAWRENCE."
AS IN "TOUGH LUCK" FOR SUCKERS WHO DON'T KNOW BETTER.
I'M IN LOVE.
[BELL RINGS]
ALL RIGHT, YOU GUYS, I HEARD A BELL.
THAT MEANS EVERYONE INTO CLASS NOW.
OH, COME ON. IT'S MY FIRST DAY.
YOU'LL MAKE ME LOOK BAD.
ALL RIGHT, SETTLE, SETTLE!
WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO CALM YOU KIDS DOWN?
[SNAPS FINGERS]
GO AHEAD, TEACH.
MAKE YOUR MAMA PROUD.
TODAY'S TOPIC FOR DISCUSSION--
WHAT WILL LIFE BE LIKE IN 40 YEARS?
OH, YES.
O.K., WHO WANTS TO GO FIRST?
YOUNG LADY, YOUR HAIR IS UP.
HOW ABOUT YOU, SHAWNZY?
WHAT DO YOU THINK LIFE WILL BE LIKE IN 40 YEARS?
I DON'T KNOW.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M HAVING FOR LUNCH.
THAT WAS THIS CLOSE TO A SHENANIGAN.
OH! OH!
WE HAVE A VOLUNTEER.
YOU BET YOU DO.
40 YEARS FROM NOW, I CAN SAY WITH TOTAL CONFIDENCE
A MAN WILL WALK ON THE MOON,
PIZZA WILL HAVE CHEESE BAKED INTO THE CRUST,
MEN AND WOMEN WILL BE EQUAL PARTNERS IN THE WORKPLACE
AND IN THEIR RELATIONSHIPS.
WHAT AN IMAGINATION.
TELL US MORE ABOUT THAT PIZZA.
THAT'S ALL I GOT.
GOOD ENOUGH 'CAUSE RIGHT NOW,
IT'S TIME TO PUT ON OUR HELMETS
AND PRACTICE OUR CIVIL DEFENSE DRILLS.
THE ATOMIC BOMB FALLS. WE SEE A BRILLIANT FLASH.
WHAT DO WE DO?
DUCK AND COVER.
CORRECT. HERE WE GO.
FLASH!
YOU'RE DEAD, BRAD.
YOU'RE SAYING THAT IF THE ATOMIC BOMB FALLS,
I'LL BE SAFE IF I GO LIKE THIS?
NO. YOU'VE GOT TO DROP TO THE GROUND,
DUCK UNDER DESK, CURL UP, COVER NECK...
AND KISS YOUR BUTT GOODBYE.
ALL RIGHT. WHO SAID THAT?
WHO SAID...
UTT-BAY?
I DID, MR. TURNER.
I SAID, "BUTT."
THIS TIME YOU'VE GONE TOO FAR, HUNTERELLI.
FOR SAYING, "BUTT"?
THIS ONE'S ON ME.
HOW COME?
IT'S WHAT WE'VE ALWAYS DONE.
OH, THE EAR THING.
HELLO, DEAN WITTER, PLEASE?
SPEAKING?
YES. I'D LIKE TO BUY SOME XEROX STOCK.
NEVER HEARD OF IT, HUH?
WHAT ABOUT IBM?
SELLING AT A NICKEL A SHARE?
I'LL TAKE THEM ALL.
HERE'S MY DILEMMA.
I'VE BEEN ACCEPTED BY BOTH HARVARD AND YALE.
YOU'RE MY MENTOR. WHAT'S YOUR ADVICE?
YOU'D BE A FINE STUDENT AT EITHER INSTITUTION.
UNDOUBTEDLY I WOULD,
BUT THEY'VE ASKED ME TO TEACH.
AS YOU KNOW, MR. MATTHEWS,
THERE ARE NO FEMALES AT HARVARD.
I WOULDN'T WANT ANYTHING
TO DISTRACT ME FROM MY INTELLECTUAL PURSUITS.
HARVARD IT IS.
AH, YOUNG PITTSIR,
ENJOYING YOUR FIRST DAY?
YES, THANK YOU, BUT ABOUT SHAWNZY--
WHY ARE YOU SENDING SHAWNZY
OFF TO A REFORM SCHOOL?
HE'LL ROT IN THERE, I TELL YOU. ROT! ROT!
CAN'T YOU GIVE HIM ANOTHER CHANCE?
HE'S RUN OUT OF CHANCES.
AND AS FOR YOU, MISSY,
I SUGGEST YOU MEND YOUR WAYWARD WAYS
AND SPIT OUT THAT GUM.
THINGS AREN'T AS PERFECT AROUND HERE
AS I THOUGHT THEY'D BE.
LET'S BLOW THIS DUMP,
HEAD TO SLIM'S, AND GRAB A BURGER.
I GOT A BETTER IDEA.
LET'S GO TO THE ZOO AND SEE THE GIRAFFES.
WHY WOULD I WANT TO DO A THING LIKE THAT, HUH?
AND AFTER THE ZOO,
WE'LL GET SOME ROCKY ROAD ICE CREAM.
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE,
THINKING I LIKE THEM GIRAFFES AND ROCKY ROAD ICE CREAM
OUT OF NOWHERE LIKE THIS?
I KNOW YOU BETTER THAN ANYBODY.
I TOLD YOU.
QUIT CALLING ME TOPANGA.
AND STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT.
YOU'RE GIVING ME THE HEEBIE-JEEBIES.
EVERYONE, QUIET!
I HAVE DIRE NEWS.
THE RUSSIANS HAVE LAUNCHED A SATELLITE.
OHH! OHH!
OUR GOVERNMENT BELIEVES IT TO BE A SPY SATELLITE
WITH AN ATOMIC WARHEAD.
FLASH!
RUSSIAN SATELLITE, 1957?
HEY, GUYS.
GUYS, RELAX, O.K.?
IT'S ONLY SPUTNIK.
SPUTNIK?
MY PARENTS TOLD ME ABOUT IT.
IT'S NOT A BOMB OR FOR SPYING.
THE RUSSIANS ARE DOING SPACE TRAVEL EXPERIMENTS.
ARE THEY?
YEAH. AND THIS ARMS RACE THING, TRUST ME.
WHERE I'M FROM, NO ONE EVEN WORRIES ABOUT IT.
WHERE WOULD THAT BE, MR. PITTSIR? MOSCOW?
GRAB THAT BOY. BRADLEY PITTSIR'S A SPY!
ERIC, PLEASE, I'M YOUR BROTHER.
YEAH, COMRADE, YOU MEAN.
IT DOESN'T TAKE A HARVARD GENIUS
AND FUTURE CAPTAIN OF INDUSTRY, LIKE MYSELF,
TO REALIZE YOU'RE A TRAITOR.
FLASH!
THAT SPY COULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN FAR.
ALL CLEAR.
THAT WAS RIGHT THERE.
PERFECT AIM.
WE GOT TO SCRAM
BEFORE THAT BUNCH COMES BACK.
YEAH, BUT THEY'LL RECOGNIZE ME.
IN THIS CLEVER DISGUISE THEY WON'T.
SO WHY'D YOU WANT TO COME HERE?
THIS IS MY HOME.
WHENEVER THINGS GET CRAZY,
IT'S ONE PLACE I CAN COUNT ON.
IS THIS THE SECRET HEADQUARTERS
FOR YOU AND OTHER RUSSIAN SPIES?
I'M NOT A RUSSIAN SPY.
HEY, WHATEVER.
FRIENDS DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN NOTHING.
I THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T HAVE FRIENDS.
I DIDN'T.
NOW I DO.
SO...
T.L., I GUESS THIS IS GOODBYE, HUH?
I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NOT TO LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT.
SORRY. I JUST CAN'T HELP IT.
[BARKING]
COME ON, YOU CAN FIND ONE RUSSIAN SPY!
YOU'RE HARVARD-TRAINED DOGS.
MOM, DAD?
YES!
HOMEMADE BROWNIES.
O.K., EVERYTHING'S GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT.
UH-UH-UH! MOM SAID
NO ONE CAN TOUCH THOSE BROWNIES TILL AFTER DINNER.
MORGAN, WHERE'S MOM AND DAD?
MOM'S OUT, BUT DAD'S UPSTAIRS.
HEY, KIDS!
DADDY!
HI, KITTEN. HI, SON.
HERE. HERE'S YOUR ALLOWANCE.
BUT I'M NOT YOUR SON.
THEN GIVE ME BACK MY DIME.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
I BET THAT'S MY DAD.
DAD!
NO. ANSON WILLIAMS.
WAIT A MINUTE. YOU'RE--
NO. ANSON WILLIAMS, LIKE I SAID I WAS,
NOT WHO YOU THINK I WAS.
JUST DROP IT, ALL RIGHT?
JUST CALM DOWN, YOUNG FELLA,
AND HAVE A NICE BROWNIE, HUH?
OH, THANKS, MR. B.
WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU, SON?
YOU LOOK LIKE YOU LOST SOMETHING.
I HAVE.
MY ENTIRE LIFE.
I CAN CHEER YOU UP.
YOU KNOW, WHEN I WAS DOWN IN THE DUMPS,
MY PARENTS USED TO SAY--
COME TO THINK OF IT,
I DIDN'T HAVE ANY PARENTS,
NOT EVEN A HOUSE.
I HUNG OUT AT OTHER PEOPLE'S HOUSES.
NOT BAD, REALLY.
OH, DADDY DEAREST?
YES, SNOWFLAKE?
THERE'S SOMETHING YOU'VE GOT TO SEE.
IT'S NOT TRUE!
OF COURSE IT'S NOT.
FBI?
J. EDGAR HOOVER, PLEASE.
J. EDGAR?
TOM. YEAH. I'M HERE
WITH ANSON WILLIAMS AND A RUSSIAN SPY.
UH, IX-NAY ON THE OTSIE-PAY.
YOU'RE GOING TO JAIL, SPY!
NOW, MORGAN.
HE MAY BE A RUSSIAN SPY,
BUT UNTIL THEY HAUL HIM OFF,
HE'S STILL OUR GUEST.
YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, COPPER!
I'M NOT A RUSSIAN SPY!
THIS IS MY COUNTRY.
I'M FROM THESE HERE UNITED STATES!
HEY, SPY, YOU GOT VISITORS
WHO CLAIM TO BE YOUR FOLKS.
MOM, DAD!
PLEASE, TELL HIM YOU KNOW ME.
OF COURSE WE DO.
DON'T WE, ALAN?
I THINK WE'D KNOW OUR OWN SON, AMY.
YOU SEE? THEIR OWN SON. FINALLY.
THIS NIGHTMARE WAS GETTING WAY OUT OF HAND.
DO YOU HAVE THE PAPERS?
PAPERS?
ON THE AMERICAN SPACE PROGRAM.
WHAT? YOU MEAN MY TERM PAPER?
WHY ARE YOU GUYS TALKING LIKE BORIS AND NATASHA?
AHH, GOOD. HE KNOWS OUR SECRET CODE NAMES.
HERE. TAKE MUFFIN.
IT CONTAINS A SECRET TRANSMITTER.
DURING THE NIGHT, YOU'LL CONTACT ME
AND BREAK ME OUT.
NO. IS TO EAT.
YOU ARE TOO THIN!
YOU NEED TO BE STRONG
FOR WHEN THEY SAVAGELY TORTURE YOU.
AND IF THEY DON'T, OF COURSE,
OUR PEOPLE WILL.
I'M NOT SEEING ANY UPSIDE HERE.
[SIREN]
OH, NO!
IT'S THE BIG ONE!
DUCK AND COVER!
YOU GUYS SET OFF THE ALARM?
NATCH.
LET'S GO.
THE FBI WILL RECOGNIZE ME.
NOT IN THIS CLEVER CHICKEN DISGUISE.
JUST CLUCK A LOT AND BLEND.
YOU'RE SAFE IN MY MAKE-OUT PAD.
IT'S BEEN ABANDONED FOR YEARS.
WHAT GIRL WOULD COME TO MAKE-OUT HERE?
AND IT'S RENT-CONTROLLED.
SO HOW'D YOU GET INTO THE SPY RACKET?
I'M NOT A RUSSIAN SPY.
I'M CORY MATTHEWS FROM THE FUTURE.
I'LL PROVE IT.
MY MOM SEWS MY NAME INTO MY UNDERWEAR.
I'LL TAKE A LOOK.
"ERIC MATTHEWS"?
THIS DAY JUST KEEPS GETTING WORSE AND WORSE.
LOOK, WHOEVER YOU ARE, WHEREVER YOU'RE FROM,
IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER.
WHAT MATTERS IS THAT YOU'RE HERE.
WHAT WAS THAT FOR?
I LIKE GOING TO THE ZOO
AND LOOKING AT THE GIRAFFES.
SOMETIMES AT NIGHT, WHEN MY FRIENDS ARE ON DATES
BUT I'M NOT BECAUSE I HAVEN'T FOUND THAT RIGHT BOY,
I DROWN MY SORROWS IN ROCKY ROAD ICE CREAM.
DO ME A FAVOR, WOULD YOU?
ANYTHING YOU WANT.
LOOK AT ME THAT WAY I DISLIKE.
I THOUGHT YOU SAID IT SCARED YOU.
IT DOES.
WE INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM
TO BRING YOU THIS NEWS FLASH.
THE MANHUNT FOR TEENAGE FUGITIVE SPY BRAD PITTSIR CONTINUES.
THE COAST GUARD'S ON ALERT.
YOU KNOW, I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT HERE.
WHERE I'M FROM, WE'RE NOT SO WORRIED
ABOUT BOMBS, SATELLITES, AND RUSSIAN SPIES.
THERE ARE PROBLEMS, SURE,
BUT, MOSTLY, PEOPLE GET ALONG.
IT'S PRETTY GOOD WHERE I'M FROM,
BETTER THAN I THOUGHT.
[BARKING AND SIRENS]
NOW ALL I WANT TO DO IS GO BACK.
ISN'T THERE SOME WAY OUT?
WISE MAN?
WISE MAN.
WISE MAN?
EXCUSE ME, MR. WISE MAN.
I AM PLAYING A SONG, MAN.
ALL RIGHT, NOW I'M FINISHED.
WAIT A MINUTE. YOU'RE THE WISE MAN?
NO. I AM CLEARLY THE HEP CAT.
NOW, THAT THERE IS THE WISE MAN.
YO, MR. WISE MAN,
OUR FRIEND HERE'S IN A LOT OF TROUBLE.
YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE--
WISE MAN SEE YOUNG BOY IN TROUBLE
NOW WANTS TO GO BACK.
AHH!
YOUNG BOY NAME...
MATTHEWS.
AMAZING.
SO, CAN YOU HELP ME?
HOW DID YOU GET HERE?
THE LAST THING I REMEMBER,
I PLUGGED IN THE MICROWAVE AND GOT SHOCKED.
WISE MAN SAYS, "BEST WAY OUT...
IS THE WAY YOU CAME IN."
HUH?
GET ANOTHER MICROWAVE OVEN
AND GIVE YOURSELF ANOTHER SHOCK!
LISTEN, I AIN'T GOT TIME FOR ALL THIS.
I GOT CUSTOMERS.
YOU GOING TO ORDER SOMETHING,
OR YOU GOING TO SIT HERE ALL DAY.
WAIT A MINUTE. HE WORKS HERE?
WISE MAN GOT TO MAKE A LIVING.
ANOTHER SHOCK?
WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT?
YOU DID.
THIS IS YOUR FANTASY.
WELL, I KNOW YOU'VE GOT TO GO BACK,
BUT, UH, I SURE HATE TO LOSE A FRIEND LIKE YOU.
YOU WON'T.
I MEAN, I THINK WE COULD BE FRIENDS JUST ABOUT ANY TIME.
SO...
GUESS THIS IS REALLY GOODBYE, HUH?
YEAH, I THINK SO.
'CAUSE, YOU KNOW, IF YOU STAYED,
I COULD REALLY MAKE IT WORTH YOUR WHILE.
COULD YOU HOLD THAT THOUGHT FOR ABOUT 40 YEARS?
AH, HECK, YOU'LL NEVER FIND OUT ABOUT THIS ANYWAY.
O.K., I GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE.
WAIT A MINUTE.
IT'S 1957!
THERE IS NO MICROWAVE!
OOPSY!
WHAT KIND OF WISE MAN SAYS, "OOPSY"?
WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY,
"WAX ON, WAX OFF"?
[BLOWS WHISTLE]
THERE HE IS!
ANOTHER A-PLUS, MR. MATTHEWS!
SPY!
NO. I'M CORY.
I'M CORY!
I'M CORY!
SPY! SPY!
CORY? CORY?
CORY, HONEY, YOU ALL RIGHT?
I'M NOT BRAD PITT.
I'M NOT BRAD PITT!
WELL, DUH!
EASY. EASY, PAL.
YOU HAD QUITE A JOLT THERE.
YOU WERE OUT COLD.
SHAWNZY?
YES-ZY?
YOU'RE ALWAYS THERE FOR ME, AREN'T YOU?
HEY.
WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR, COR?
SHE'S HERE.
I KNOW SHE'S HERE.
HEY, I GOT YOU SOME MORE ICE.
YOU O.K.?
WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT?
I WILL ALWAYS LOOK AT YOU LIKE THIS.
WELL, STOP.
WHY?
BECAUSE YOU'RE GIVING ME THE HEEBIE-JEEBIES.
GOOD.
ERIC, I'M ALMOST DONE
WITH MY TERM PAPER ON THE SPACE PROGRAM.
YOU'LL BE ALL DONE IF YOU DON'T PLUG THAT IN.
THE BATTERIES ARE LOW, MAN.
ERIC, ERIC, THANK YOU.
YOU SAVED MY LIFE.
UH-OH. NOT AGAIN.
WHERE AM I?
CORY, ARE YOU O.K.?
YEAH. STILL HERE.
GOOD. WELL, LET'S, UH, KEEP IT THAT WAY.
THEY KNOW ME.
NO FOREIGN ACCENTS.
EVERYTHING'S GOING TO BE A-O.K.
MR. MATTHEWS...
YOU KNOW, YOU'RE IN MY KITCHEN,
DRESSED IN A SPACE SUIT.
BRIDGE, CAPTAIN FEENY HERE.
I HAVE LOCATED THE EARTH ALIEN.
I WILL ESCORT HIM BACK TO THE MOTHER SHIP.
MR. FEENY, EARTH ALIEN? I'M--
BEAM US UP!
SURE.
GO AHEAD.