02x17 - The Cosmic Courtship of George and Jane

[bunniefuu]

You look gorgeous
tonight, Mrs. J.

ROSIE:
Thank you, Rosie.

It's a shame to waste it
on your husband.

You only have
an anniversary once a year.

And I wanted something special
for George.

You're something special
for him, Mrs. J.

And if that's not good enough,
I'll handle him.

How do I look, Mom?

JANE:
Elroy, is that you?

It's me too.

You look like a song-and-dance
team from vaudeville.

[BEEPING]

Hey, how about me? Ta-da!

Better make that a trio, Rosie.

And a handsome trio at that.

You think Dad will like it?

- We did it to surprise him.
- You too.

Yeah, Mom, you too.

Well, I love it
and so will your father.

He was a pretty spiffy dresser
in his day.

Whatever happened to him, Mom?

He still has his moments.

- Like tonight, huh, Mom?
- Uh-huh.

Oh, it used
to be candy, flowers...

...and dancing to Count Spacie
and his band.

"Saturn Doll."
That was our song.

[SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
PLAYING]

Wonder what he'll want
to do tonight.

Tonight, I'm gonna
kick off my shoes...

...turn on the spaceball game...

...and try not to think about
working overtime this weekend.

It sounds perfect to me.

Perfect would be if I can have
peace and quiet to go with it.

[WHISPERS]
Good luck, Mr. Jetson.

Why are you whispering?

Just giving you a head start.

There ought to be a law
against the three-day work week.

- Hi, Daddy.
- Hi, George.

[GEORGE] - Huh?
- Hi, George, dear.

Dad, save me.

Can somebody tell me
what's going on here?

Go right ahead, Orbitty.

People have been stepping
on me all day.

Well?

Didn't that music remind you
of anything, George?

Yeah, it reminds me
I've got a headache.

And that I'm hungry.

What's for dinner?

Mm. This chow looks pretty good.

Hey, wait a minute.

You're all dressed up
like you're going to a funeral.

Keep talking, Mr. J,
and it may be yours.

And this meal
is fancier than usual.

- Now I get it.
- You do?

Of course I do.

Your mother's coming
for dinner tonight, right, Jane?

George Jetson,
do you mean to tell me...

...that you don't know
what's special about today?

Sure. Today's the day
that Spacely had the nerve...

...to ask me to work
on a weekend again.

Oh, Daddy, isn't today special
for another reason?

Oh, yeah.

There's a great spaceball game
on TV tonight.

Oh, really?

I'm gonna kick back,
turn on the ballgame...

...and block everything else
out of my mind.

Maybe this will help.

[JANE CRYING]

You know, Elroy, I'm sure

there's a logical explanation
for all this.

[BUZZ]

GEORGE:
Talk about classic.

Forgetting your own
wedding anniversary.

Poor George.

That's okay, Dad.
Mom will get over it.

I'm just getting over
the lumps I got

for forgetting last year's.

Is the biggest fight
you ever had, Dad?

Oh, no, not quite, Elroy.

There was quite a battle winning
her in the first place.

It was the day before
our final college prom.

Your mother still
hadn't decided...

...whether she wanted to go
with me or Flash Flotsam.

A guy with a better car...

...a better build...

...and a bigger bank account.

Make way for a real man, Jetson.

See you around, Flotsam.

Look us up after we're married.

[CLANKING]

Huh? No gas?

I thought I filled the t*nk.

Somebody smart
must have emptied it.

Not to worry.

I'll deliver these
to Jane for you.

[LAUGHING]

GEORGE:
Boy, was I mad.

I thought it was the end
of the world back then.

It never used to be this way.

Your father used to be
so thoughtful.

Especially when he
was courting me.

Of course, he did have a little
competition back then.

I remember my sorority
roommate, Mimsy Boragrove.

It was no secret which man she
thought I should marry.

Flash Flotsam or George Jetson?

You're comparing
a 10 to a minus two?

Aren't you exaggerating
just a little?

Are you serious?

On one hand you got a guy
with a great physique...

...a beautiful car
and loads of money.

Then there's George Jetson.

Well, they both invited me
to dinner tonight.

Great. Then it's either
Dutch treat at McGalaxy's...

...or the sky's the limit
at the poshest restaurant...

...in the universe.

[DOORBELL RINGS]
Aha. The magic moment.

Will it be the tiger
or the turkey?

Shh.

Flash.

[BARKS]

Darling, you're on your way
to a perfect evening.

Flowers, candy, and me.

[BARKS]

How did you get around
to picking the minus two?

Well, in his own quiet way

your father was
pretty resourceful.

GEORGE:Well, after I
fueled up my jets...

...and Mimsy stopped
growling...

...and told me
where they'd gone....

Pardon, monsieur,
but do you have a reservation?

No, but I have a girlfriend.

And she's in here
with a perfect 10.

I'm so sorry, but if the
perfect 10 has a reservation...

...then he stays.

And you go, go, go. Francois?

Hey, I'm not afraid
of anyone named Francois...

...but I will be from now on.

GEORGE:
It was a minor setback...

...but I had a plan.

[GEORGE SPEAKING
BROKEN FRENCH]

So sorry, late for work.

Crepes suzette, au revoir.

Hm. There's something odd
about that waiter.

Jetson is a nice enough boy.

But he's like a dead asteroid
fizzing aimlessly into space.

But I am a man of vision.

And that vision includes
building a universe of my own...

...with you as my queen.

A queen more beautiful
than the moon and the stars.

I must say the words sounds
very romantic, Flash.

The words are but an echo
of my feelings, my darling.

Brulee a la Pluto.

Get lost.

Darling, words are but a--

Souffle a la Martian
marshmallows.

I didn't order souffle.

Monsieur, try it,
you'll like it.

What kind of waiter are you?

The kind that's
in love with you.

George?

Jetson, you asked for it.

I'm not afraid
of anyone named Flash.

That's the second name
I've changed my mind about.

Ow!

JANE:
You're gonna get us k*lled.

Not till after I've rescued you.

Jane.

- Oh!
- Don't worry, Jane. Watch this.

[WHISTLES]

Well, with a finale like that,
your mother had no choice.

She dumped the 10 and settled
for the nine and a half.

Great, Dad.

Then Daddy really did sweep you
off your feet.

How could he forget
our wedding anniversary?

After all we've been through.

- Jane, can I come in?
JANE: - No.

Just watch your old spaceball
game and leave me alone.

Forget the game.

I was thoughtless
and unfeeling and unkind.

Too late, George.

And desperate.

Jane, I apologize.

Jane, I'm sorry.

I can't believe I was that
inconsiderate.

ELROY:
Dad, Reggie Rocket's up.

Two men on.

- What inning?
- The ninth.

Hey, Dad, you're just in time.

- I bet you he hits one out.
- Better than me.

I just struck out.

Oh, good, Jane. You've finally
come to your senses.

Nothing of the sort,
George Jetson.

Judy and I are going out
to a movie.

Look, honey, I'm sorry.

Oh, no, you're not.

Hey, can you pipe down.

I'm trying to concentrate.

Strike one.

Strike? Hey, wait a minute.

George Jetson, you're
the most thoughtless...

...unfeeling, unkind...

- ...inconsiderate--
- Lady.

Strike two.

No fair. No fair.

But, Jane, if you'll only
let me explain.

Reggie, talk to her, will you?

Look, pal, there's two away
in the bottom of the ninth.

The tying run's on second
and I'm--

Strike three. You're out.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Talk about inconsiderate.

Look what you made me do.

See? You're even inconsiderate
to him, George.

MAN [ON TV]:We interrupt to
bring you a special message.

Hey, Jane, look.

That's the minister
that married us years ago.

The Intergalactic Bureau
of Federal Detection...

...has just apprehended
the notorious criminal...

...Louie Chameleon.

During his career of crime...

...this con artist posed
as everything...

...from a dog catcher
to a minister.

BOTH:
Posed?

If he's not a real minister...

Then that means...

MAN:That you're not
legally married.

Elroy, turn that TV off.

Gee, what do you know?

After all these years,
we're single.

Daddy, how could you?

How could I what?

ELROY: How can I show
my face at school?

ASTRO: Yeah, and what
about the dog kennel?

[ASTRO WHIMPERING]

Wait a minute. Isn't this going
a little overboard?

ORBITTY:
Yeah.

Oh, great, it's unanimous.

Hold it, everybody.

Your mother and I
love each other very much.

Right, Jane?

If you had any respect
for us, Daddy

you'd marry our mother
right away.

And then she can divorce you.

[CRYING]

Now, dear, stop crying.

We'll go to Las Venus tonight...

...and get married right away.

But who will watch the children?

Oh, right, the kids.

GEORGE:
Well, I guess they can come too.

Hey, can I be maid of honor?

I can be best man.

I can be best dog.

I'm sure glad Mr. Spacely
let you get out of having

to work this weekend.

- How did you talk him into it?
- Simple. I told him I was sick.

George, you lied to him?

Not really. I was sick,
of working weekends.

Of course, if he finds out
I'm faking...

...he'll have my head.

ELROY:
I like it, I like it.

Too bad that Astro and Orbitty
had to stay home.

I'm sorry, dear,
the hotel says no pets.

Besides, it's more
of a vacation without them.

Well, ta-ta, everybody.

- Where'd you think you're going?
- To my room, of course.

You do realize that we'll have
separate rooms, don't you?

GEORGE: - Huh?
- We're not married, remember?

Nighty night, all.

It'll be nice when we have
the same name again.

And the same bedroom.

FLASH:
Jane. Jane, is that really you?

Wait a minute. I know
that voice from somewhere.

Flash. Flash Flotsam.

Jane. Darling, Jane.

What a surprise.

What are you doing here?

I'm celebrating my latest
divorce. And you?

Did you ever marry
that George Jetson?

Well, yes and no.

Apparently not, that is, I--

Are you staying here
by yourself?

Well, yes, in a way.

FLASH:
How simply perfect.

You must have dinner
with me tonight.

- Oh, thanks, but I--
- Uh-uh-uh.

I won't take no for an answer.

With this luggage, you'd think
we were on a survival trip...

...to the moons of Saturn...

...instead of a weekend
in Las Venus.

Hey, where's my camera?

Maybe you left it back
at the front desk, Dad.

Hey, you kids go on ahead.
I'll meet you in the room.

JUDY:
Okay, Daddy.

Yep, here it is.

SPACELY: Fellas, I'll meet you
in the casino after I check in.

Wait a minute,
I know that voice.

Oh, it's fun to sneak away
for a weekend...

...when my wife thinks
I'm working around the clock.

[LAUGHS]

Mr. Spacely.

If he sees me, I'm dead.

Bellhop, I see you got
my luggage.

That's what I call
prompt service.

Dumb George, real dumb.

Come along there, lad.
Time is money.

GEORGE:
Coming.

The 101st floor,
please, elevator.

Here we are.

Follow me, boy.

[GEORGE GROANS]

Hey, nice accommodations.

-Small, but adequate.
-Yes, sir.

Boy, before you go, could you
open my window, please?

GEORGE:
Sure thing.

[GEORGE GRUNTING]

Oh, no.

What did you just say?

Oh, nothing, Mr. Spacely, sir.

You know, your voice sounds
familiar to me.

Really?
[GEORGE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY]

And that ridiculous cackle.

Sounds like one of my employees.

An employee who's supposed
to be sick this weekend.

And if I find out that he's lied
to me, I'll have his head.

Speaking of heads,
let's see yours.

- Mine?
- No, mine.

Of course, yours.

[WHISPERING] Orbitty,
what are you doing here?

Quit mumbling, you.

Let's see your face.

Hello.

Oh, I guess
I don't know you after all.

Yeah, me doesn't think so.

Well, gotta go.

Hey, what about my luggage?

There'll be no tip for him.

Darling, I still have
that vision of building...

...that universe with you
at my side.

Same old romantic Flash.

Won't you reconsider?

Oh, no.

- I made it.
- Daddy, what's wrong?

Nothing. But it would
have been everything...

...if Mr. Spacely
had spotted me.

Mr. Spacely?

- What's he doing here?
- Beats me.

But we gotta get out of here.
Where's your brother?

Dad, I just saw Mom upstairs
with another man.

Never mind that.
We gotta find your mother and--

What did you say?

Oh, hi, Elroy.

Orbitty, how did you get here?

Elroy, speak to me.

Where did you see your mother?

Upstairs in the restaurant.

She's with some man who's
kissing her.

Oh, no.

Mother's become a playgirl.

Nonsense.
Your mother is a sweet, naive...

...honorable, trustworthy woman.

They were up in the penthouse.

Thanks, son.

I don't believe it.
Flash Flotsam.

This guy never gives up.

When I get through with him--

Spacely. This calls
for some quick thinking.

And I've got just the plan.

Sorry, hope that didn't hurt.

[GEORGE SPEAKING BROKEN FRENCH]

So sorry, late for work.
Crepes suzette, au revoir.

Hm. I have seen this fellow
before somewhere, no?

Oh, waiter, waiter.

Spacely. Oh, boy.

Oui, monsieur.

Waiter, there's a fly
in my soup.

Well, what did monsieur expect?

That's Las Venus Fly Trap soup.

Take it back.

And haven't I seen you
someplace before?

It's possible, monsieur.

We French all look alike.

Maybe I better grab Jane
and get the heck out of here.

Francois...

...do you recognize
this impostor?

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

Okay, I'm afraid, I'm afraid.

[CRASH]

Uh-oh.

Jetson, I'll have
your head for this.

I can't promise all of it, sir.

A few others want
to take a whack at it.

- It's George.
- What?

After all these years?
Not again.

JANE: - Oh!
- Stop that madman.

This is just like the old days.

Yeah, except that
either you put on weight...

...or my back isn't
as strong as it used to be.

George, look out for
that soup on the floor.

It looks slippery.

GEORGE: Whoa!
JANE: Whoa!

Well, there they go again.

- What do we do now?
- I don't know.

I didn't plan for
this at all.

Whatever happens, dear...

...I just want you to know
that I love you.

That's great.
I love you too, Jane.

- Hey, what is this?
- We remembered the story...

...and figured it'd be
a safe bet...

...to get the car ready
and wait outside.

You see, Daddy, things haven't
changed that much.

I guess you're right.

Well, what are we waiting for?

We have a wedding to attend.

Do you, Jane, take this man...

...to be your
lawfully-wedded husband?

JANE: I do.

Do you, George,
take this woman...

...to be your
lawfully-wedded wife?

I sure do.

The ring, please.

- The ring, Elroy.
- Here you are, Dad.

Dad?

I'll explain later.

- Here's yours, Mom.
- Mom?

Oh, we'll both explain later.

With the powers vested in me...

...I now pronounce you
mom and dad.

Husband and wife.

Whatever and whatever.

Congratulations, honey,
we did it.

Hold it there, Jetson.

I wanna word with you.

Mr. Spacely, sir,
I can explain everything.

- You see--
- There's no need to explain.

Jetson, you're fired.

- Oh, Mr. Spacely.
- What?

I haven't seen Mrs. Spacely
this weekend.

Jetson, you're rehired.

I was thinking of having lunch
with her when we get back.

In fact,
after thinking it over...

...your weekend is on me.

It sounds great,
Spacely, old pal.

Okay, okay.

Only, let's just keep this
between us, okay?

[LAUGHS]

Not a word to my wife.

Good woman but a nasty temper.

You've got it, Mr. Spacely.

The sacrifices I make.

GEORGE:
Uh-oh.

Jetson, you're not
going to spend...

...another night in this room.

Oh, alright, Flotsam,
if that's how you feel.

That's how I feel.

Instead of being in this room...

...you're going
to have this one.

JANE: Oh, George,
it's the honeymoon suite.

Staying here free of charge
as my guest.

The kids can use the old room.

Never pegged you
for a good loser, Flotsam.

Glad I was wrong.

Jane, tell me one thing.

Why choose him over me?

Simple, Flash.

You're just too perfect.

A woman likes to see
a little imperfection in a man.

Well...

...you sure found the right one.

It makes a woman feel needed.

GEORGE:
Oh, Janie...

...you're needed in here.

Thanks again, Flash.