02x02 - Rosie Come Home

[bunniefuu]

Looks like your room
needs a good dusting, Roy boy.

Sure thing, Rosie.
But watch out for my scale model

of the Titan Trade Towers.

ASTRO:
Ow!

Oops.

My peripheral location sensors
didn't detect you, Astro.

Uh-oh.

Gee, my rear sensors
must need eye drops.

Sorry, Roy boy.
Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

Gee, don't blow
a circuit, Rosie.

Maybe my
intergalactic-architecture

teacher won't notice
that I'm 500 floors short.

Did you have a good day, dear?

That depends.
Is the car still in one piece?

Oh, relax, Daddy.

Rosie's teaching me
to drive, not Mom.

Ah.

I never have to worry
with Rosie around.

Sorry, the house
isn't prepped up, Mr. J.

Don't apologize, Rosie,
and don't mind me.

I'm just gonna slip into
my old slippers and relax.

Rosie, have you seen
my slippers?

You shouldn't leave things
lying around, Mr. J.

They can really clog up
my computerized canister.

But they've been under this
chair for 20 years.

It took me that long
to break them in.

There, there. Accidents do
happen, dear.

Besides, it's about time you
invested in a new pair anyway.

It's about time
I started dinner.

[DOORBELL RINGING]

After I get the front door.

[GIGGLING]

Oh, gosh,
how robotically romantic, Rosie.

Mac's brought you
high-intensity ultra-violets.

He ought to know better than to
bother me at dinnertime.

Get lost.

[CRYING]

I don't get it, Rosie.

You always said Henry Orbit's
robot was the spaciest.

Yeah, the spaciest.

As Miss Judy would say,
I'm totally up-fed

with him bugging me.

You mean fed up, Rosie.

You said it.

[METAL CRASHING]

Didn't Rosie like the flowers,
Mac?

[CRYING]

Don't cry, you'll short circuit.

Now, tell Henry all about it.

Let me serve your favorite dish.

Ooba-dooba, solara souffle.

But it doesn't look, smell...

...or taste like solara souffle.

That's because
it's Venusian vegetable delight.

Venusian delight?

I hate that dish more than
anything in the universe.

Yuck. My mother used to make me
eat that when I was a kid.

Here, Astro.

No, way.

-Seconds, Mr. J?
-Rosie, are you out to lunch?

This stuff is my
least favorite dish.

Then why did you order it?

Has Rosie totally
flipped her microchips?

ELROY:
Well, something's wrong.

She's pre-programmed to know

we can't stand this
galactic glop.

I'm gonna have a man-to-robot
talk with Rosie.

JANE:
Wait, George.

You know how sensitive she is.

But what about me?

Hey, Henry Orbit knows
all about robots, Dad.

For sure. He even built one.

Good thinking, kids.

I'll go right to the source.

I was on my way to see you,
Mr. Jetson...

...about the way Rosie's been
treating my Mac.

Well, that's the way
she's been treating everyone.

It doesn't take a high-priced
robotologist to know...

...that her microchip master
cylinder is malfunctioning.

Ah. Here it is.

Rosie's owner-manual disk.

MAN [OVER RECORDING]:The
Mechano Maid microchip

master cylinder must be
replaced every five years...

...25,000 miles or 50,000
meals, whichever comes first.

Ooba-dooba,
if that's all it needs

I'll go right up and check.

Hold your lift-off just a
parsec, Mr. Jetson.

It's not polite
to ask a woman her age.

Just be tactful.

Sneak a peak at Rosie's odometer
late tonight...

...when she's off-line.

Looking for a midnight snack,
Mr. J?

Uh...

- Well--
- I got just what you need.

Some leftover Venusian delight.

George, how could it
take you 30 minutes

to check Rosie's odometer?

Oh, 15 minutes eating
cold Venusian delight...

...10 putting Rosie to sleep...

...and five to find out
she's 35,000 miles overdue...

...for replacing
her microchip master cylinder.

Poor dear.

Yeah, I hope
these Andromeda antacids help.

I meant Rosie, George.

We've got to get her the new
part in the morning.

If I live that long.

MAN: Yessiree, George, you were
smart to come to Robot City.

We've got more parts
than the Milky Way has stars.

Great. We just need one.

A new microchip master cylinder
for our robot housekeeper.

No problem. Model number?

She's an XB-500.

Madame, are you
an antique dealer?

That model is so old
the manual alone

has become a collector's item.

ROSIE: Sorry to bother you
Mr. Spacely

but Mr. J forgot his lunch.

Your Mr. J hasn't even
come in yet.

And if you find him,
please relay the message.

He's late.

Oh, dear,
he should've been here by now.

Maybe there's been an accident.

Ow! There just was.

ROSIE: Flyways are always
bumper to bumper in the morning.

Maybe the car's solar engine
has overheated.

The Jetsons could be in trouble.

I'll use my employer-locator
sensor to find them.

Why not at least consider
one of our new generation

of robot maids?

- Yi--
- The Mechano Maid 2000.

As you've already noticed,
it has hyperdrive hover feet

to ensure totally
silent operation.

No clanking wheels...

...and best of all,
she's user-friendly.

MAID:
Pleased to meet you.

Charmed. But we really only want
a new master cylinder.

Not a new robot.

That's Mr. J's car.

But what is he doing
at a robot shopping center?

As you can see,
the Mechano Maid 2000...

...is more economical, efficient

and four times as fast as Rosie.

I can't believe my circuits.

The Jetsons
want to replace me.

My head is spinning--
Is spinning--

Is spinning-- Is spinning.

Well, she's certainly
impressive, but we--

I know. You're concerned
about cost.

Don't worry.

I'll be happy to take your
current robot as a down payment.

[GASPS]

After all I've done for them.

They wanna trade me in.

Just because he left
his slippers

where I could trip over them.

And he didn't like his dinner,
even though it was his favorite.

Why didn't Mrs. J
say they were unhappy with me?

Woman to woman.

[CRYING]

Now listen here,
we've seen enough.

Rosie is like one
of the family to us.

We don't want a new robot.

We just want
Rosie back to normal.

That goes double for me.

If you don't wanna sell us
a master cylinder...

...we'll just take
our business elsewhere.

ROSIE: They didn't even give me
a month's notice.

If I put my circuits
in overdrive...

...maybe I can be out of here
before they fire me.

I guess this is goodbye.

Goodbye?

How come?

[CRYING]

Don't overflow your tear
circuits, Astro.

This note will explain.

Can't read.

Maybe we'll meet again sometime.

SPACELY:
Jetson, you're two hours late.

I can explain everything,
Mr. Spacely.

See, I've been having
some trouble with my maid.

So have I, Jetson.

She ran over my foot.

Sorry, sir,
but she won't do it again.

My wife's on her way home
with Rosie's new part.

George, come home quick.

- Rosie's quit.
- Quit? But why?

She said she didn't
want us to fire her.

- I'm on my way.
- But, Jetson, you just got here.

A Mechano Maid
with my experience

should have no trouble
getting a new job.

Sorry, honey. Nobody is hiring
old models like you these days.

But--

ROBOT: Sorry, sweetheart,
can't use you.

In fact, I got 20 more of you
stacked up in the basement...

...gathering moon dust.

I understand.

Thanks anyway.

MAN [ON TV]:Spacecraft
warnings are out due to

scattered meteor showers in the
Milky Way region, while locally

an electrical storm front
will be moving in.

Uh-oh.

I better find a room
for the night.

Oh, my.

Rooms are as hard
to find as jobs.

[THUNDER CRASHING]

Sure is tough for a robot
in the humans' world.

The Jetsons always
took care of me.

Now I have to
take care of myself.

[SNEEZING]

I've tried all
her favorite haunts...

...the Lubra Coffee Shop,
the Beta Bingo Parlor...

...even checked all
the robot singles bars

along the Galaxy Strip.

No Rosie.

Why don't you swing by
and pick me up, George?

There must be something
we haven't thought of.

HENRY:
Come on, Mac, we're all worried.

But rusting there
won't bring her back any faster.

Gee, Dad...

...I miss Rosie.

- Why did she run away?
- It's all my fault.

I never should have
lost my temper

about that horrible dinner
she made.

JANE:
Dinner's coming right up.

Oh, I've forgotten
how hard it was to cook.

Oh, these radar ribs are a
little tough, Jane.

Rosie always helped me
with my homework tapes.

Now who's gonna do it?

And who will give me
my driving lessons?

You could ask us.

We're your parents.

It's not the same thing, Mom.

Rosie is special.

Yes, special.

Yeah, very special.

She certainly is.

We'll just have to keep looking
until we find her.

I hope she changes her mind
and comes back.

[BOY LAUGHING]

BOY:
This is supersonic fun.

Look at it go.

Roy boy?

Here, Roy.

Correction.

Here's your space glider,
young man.

Young man, young man, young man.

Gee, thanks.

What's past is past.

Time to make a new start,
Rosie girl.

Look. There she is.

Rosie.

Sorry, wrong robot.

More coffee?

More coffee?

More coffee? More coffee?

No job.

No place to rest
my weary circuits.

HENRY: No, Mac, you cannot go
out looking for Rosie again.

I need your help around here.

Transporter tube in Apartment
2308 is on the fritz.

And besides, it's been
two weeks now...

...and even the Jetsons
have stopped searching.

[WHIMPERING]

I'm afraid
she's not coming back.

With a little luck,
she's probably got herself

another job anyway.

That's it, Rosie girl.

Make it shine, make it shine,
make it shine.

Uh-oh.

Just can't seem to do
anything right.

GEORGE:
Don't be so nervous, Judy.

Driving a car is as easy
as going to the moon.

Watch out on the right.

Don't follow so close.

You're going too fast.

No, don't slow up.

Daddy, you're making me a wreck.

Better you than the car.

Shove over.
I'm taking the stick.

See, Judy? Nothing to it.

I wish Rosie were here.

Me too.

Well, well, Mr. Jetson.

How's your old robot
getting along?

She's not.
Rolled out on us weeks ago.

Nothing's been the same since.

Gee, that's too bad.

But you're in luck.

Have I got a deal for you.

Astro, have you seen Orbitty?

Since Rosie's been gone, I can't
find anything in my room.

Hi, Elroy.

JANE:
Elroy, help.

I must have overloaded the
thermal-wave washing machine.

Dad, what in the galaxy is that?

MAID: Mechano Maid 2000
at your service.

George, how could you?

We can never replace Rosie.

It looks as if you could
use some help.

MAID: Affirmative.
I'll reprogram

the washer's solar cycle
immediately.

Not bad, huh?
Try her out for seven days.

Absolutely free.

You'll wonder
how you ever did without her.

I wonder if we'll
ever see Rosie again.

MAN: You do windows?
ROSIE: I never have.

But I'm willing to try.

A-okay. Take her up,
and remember, no glitches.

I'll be monitoring
your performance.

Spray and wipe.

Spray and wipe.

Spray and--

Wipe.

Clumsy clunker. What's wrong
with your peripheral sensors?

You're fired.
Turn in your hard hat.

[CRYING]

ANNOUNCER [ON TV]
Two outs, bases loaded

bottom of the ninth inning.

And Johnny Omega
is jetting up to the plate.

Ooba-dooba. Go, Johnny, go.

Go, Johnny, go.

Yeah, hit one out
of the ballpark.

Hey, what in the cosmos
do you think you're doing?

I am preprogrammed to monitor
solar watt usage

for optimum efficiency.

In short, I am saving you money.

Now, listen here.

I don't wanna save energy.

I wanna watch the game.

Too bad.

You are all allowed 10 minutes
of hologram TV per night.

And your time is up.

- And so is yours.
[ASTRO] - Help.

Hey, where are you going
with my dog?

It is unsanitary
to have animals...

...in the habitation
for more than two hours a day.

Especially,
animals with a high flea count.

Why, you digital dictator.

We ought to put you off-line.

Impossible.

I am equipped
with gamma backup generators.

I am now terminating
your apartment energy usage...

...for the evening.

See you in the morning.

You're a mess.

You could use a nice hot cup
of cosmic oil.

But where's your job?

Your money?

The Jetsons have forgotten
all about you by now.

Happy with their
nice new-model maid.

GEORGE:
Hey, 2000, where's my lunch?

You don't need it, Jetson.

You appear to be getting
a little paunchy.

Paunchy? Me?

And you're late for work.

You're going to be late for your
driving test, young lady.

I can't take it, Mom.

I'll never pass.

I'm just not good enough.

Rosie thought you were.

She wouldn't want you to quit.

Come on, do it for Rosie.

She had faith in you.

You're right, she did.

And wherever she is...

...I won't let her down.

MAN: You're doing very well,
Ms. Jetson.

Signal for a right-hand turn
at the next hoverpass.

Excellent.

Who taught you how to drive,
Ms. Jetson?

JUDY:
Our housekeeper, Rosie.

Rosie. It can't be.

Please, Ms. Jetson.

Keep your eye on the road.

But that looked like Rosie.

It looked more like a stop
satellite, and you just ran it.

- Minus 25 points.
- I don't care.

I've got to see if that's Rosie.

INSTRUCTOR:
Illegal U-turn.

Minus another 25 points.

[INSTRUCTOR SCREAMS]

That's 50 points
for making a power dive...

...without a hand signal.

You've failed the test.

But I found Rosie.

Miss Judy.

Is that really you?

Oh, yes, Rosie.

Come on, Rosie, get in.

I'll drive you home.

You're not driving anyone home.

You don't have a license. And
you're not getting one, either.

Here, then you drive.

Are you kidding?

It's a flying jungle out there,
I should know.

I gave half of those crazy jet
jockeys their licenses.

I'll be more than happy to
drive, to drive, to drive.

No way. Get us out of here,
Miss Jetson.

But you said I don't have my--

Here. You just got your license.

On one condition.

Drop me at the next corner.

Oh, everyone's gonna flip their
orbit when they see you, Rosie.

We've all missed you so much.

MAID:
Jetson residence.

Who or what should I say
is calling?

You didn't miss me at all.

You replaced me
just the way I calculated.

[CRYING]

Rosie, wait.

We-- You don't understand.

Mom, help.

Help what, dear?

I found Rosie.

But when she saw this, she left.

That transistorized transient
was my predecessor?

Oh, button your microchip.

-Yeah.
- Yeah.

Jumping Jupiter.

Is there an evacuation?

ELROY:
It's Rosie, Dad.

She's come back.

JUDY:
And run away again.

Jetsons don't want me.

Can't blame them.
I'm no good to anybody.

I malfunction all the time.

All the time.

Nobody cares.

No place to go.

No point in keeping
my circuits opened.

I'll be more useful
as scrap metal.

Any sign of her, Orbitty?

Not yet.

Hey, there she is.

Rosie, wait.

JUDY:
Oh, no.

We're too late.

Hang on, Rosie.
We'll get you out.

Hang on, Rosie.

[GRUNTING]

Hurry, hurry.

I can't hold on any longer.

Oh, Rosie.

Why did you ever leave us
in the first place?

Why pretend, Mrs. J?

I saw you both in Robot City...

...looking at that
new-model maid.

The one you bought
to replace me.

Rosie, don't sizzle
your circuits.

I can explain everything.

All done, Rosie.

With this new master cylinder...

...you're good as new.

Thanks, Mr. O.

And you too, Mac.

But I've got some unfinished
business to attend to.

Oh, put me down,
you obsolete relic.

I insist.

Well, if you insist.

Wow, Rosie's stronger than ever.

How about some dinner, folks?

Maybe a little Venusian delight?

Right.

- Huh?
- Just kidding, Mr. J.

[LAUGHING]

See? I got my
sense of humor back.

Oh, Rosie, we're just in orbit
having you back.