01x21 - TV or Not TV

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N Meet George Jetson N'

N His boy Elroy N

N Daughter Judy N

N Jane, his wife NM

The Jetsons.

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I still say there's nothing
wrong with me.

It's a waste of time
seeing a doctor, George.

Well, it won't do any harm
to have a check-up, Janey.

You know, you've been
kind of edgy lately.

I have not.

And slow down.
You're going too fast.

Too fast? We're only doing
miles an hour.

Relax, Janey.

What are you anyway,
my co-pilot?

The way you drive,
you could use one.

There, you see?

That's the way
you've been actin' all week.

Snappin' everybody's head off.

Edgy.

Nervous.

Short-tempered.

That's why I'II feel better

after you see Dr. McGravity.

Maybe you should see
Dr. McGravity.

Oh, boy. A little more of this
and I will need a check-up.

Now, don't be nervous, dear.

And call me at the office later.

I will, George.

Now, you better hurry
or you'll be late for work.

Right. Bye, dear.

Oh, dear. Maybe George is right.

I haven't been myself lately.

A check-up certainly
wouldn't do me any harm.

Good morning, Mrs. Jetson.
The doctor will see you now.

Thank you.

- Ah, Mrs. Jetson.
- Good morning, doctor.

Shall we start the examination?

This is our eyes, ears

nose and throat evaluator.

We'll start with the eyes.

Now the ears.

Nose.

Say, "Ah." -
- Oh!

- Not "Oh". Ah.

Now the throat.

'Are you comfortable?'

Ah! Oh! Oh!

There. That ought to do it.

Next, we'll
take your blood pressure.

Left arm out
and make a fist, please.

Now, you just stay relaxed

and we'll check that
little old heartbeat.

Excellent.

Now, we'll test those reflexes.

Boing

Fine, fine.

Now, we'll get the results
on the relativity reactor.

A-okay.

Well, that concludes the tests,
Mrs. Jetson.

You're in
perfect physical shape.

Oh, I couldn't be!
I feel so... so tired lately.

Tired? Well, that's funny.

Eh, let me see
your fingers, please.

Now, wiggle them.

AII tied in knots, eh?

Have you been pushing
a lot of buttons lately?

Oh, doctor, you have no idea.

Sometimes I think
I'll go out of my mind.

Hmm, tell me about it,
Mrs. Jetson.

What is it like at home?

Well, every day,
it's the same thing.

And every morning,
it's the same thing.

George, George,
time to get up, dear.

Oh, dear. He knows he has
to be at work by : .

Well, a nice cold
shower should get him started.

Ooh! Aah! Eeh! Aah!
Yeow! Ooh! Aah!

And those children.

I'm sure they've overslept too.

Children,
time to get up now. Get up.

Oh, sure, Mom. Oh, sure.

Well, there's one sure way
to get them out of bed.

Hey!

Okay, I'm up, I'm up.

Mother!

Honestly, Mother!

"Honestly," yourself.

You'd think you two could get up
one morning without my help.

Well, I'd better straighten up
the bedroom.

Ah. I'll start with our beds.

George! Come quick! Hurry!

Okay, honey, okay.

What's up, besides me?

The bed.
Look, It's acting crazy again.

Oof!

- Can you fix it, George?
- Fix it? I can't even stop it.

Ooh, ah! Help! Help! Ooh!

Get the building
superintendent! Hurry!

Yes, dear.

Yes, Ms. Jetson?

Henry, get up here.

The Retract-O-Bed
has gone haywire.

Oh, yeah.
Well, I'll be right up, Ms. Jetson.

Hurry!

Help!

Yikes!

Yeah, you wasn't kiddin'

when you said
the bed was out of order.

Well, I'll have it fixed
in a jiffiffy.

- Hey!
- Help!

Oh, my goodness!

Well, at least they're headed
in the right direction.

Low bridge!

- The bed's out of order.
- You're jokin'.

No, it's broke.

And that started it, doctor.

Enough to upset anyone.

It kept right up
at breakfast too.

Everybody wanting
something different.

I want Venusian toast.

Sugared Space Nuts for me, mom.

Satellite flakes
and milk for me.

And moon eggs,
sunny-side up, dear.

Can I have
some shredded coconut?

Coming right up.

Moon eggs, sunny-side up.
Sugared Space Nuts.

Satellite flakes and milk.

And poi, mother.
Let's have a Polynesian breakfast.

Oh, not for me.

My Venusian toast, dear.

- Where is it?
- Coming right up.

Good heavens!

That's enough, that's enough!
Hold it! Hey!

So is it any wonder
my fingers are all in knots?

Hmm. Typical symptoms.

- Of what?
- Buttonitis.

You need a rest, Mrs. Jetson.
Get away from all those buttons.

- Get away? Where?
- Someplace close to nature.

One of those dude planets,
maybe.

Nothing like getting back
to the days of the Old West.

- You like horses?
- I don't know any.

Might be just the tonic you need.

Make a new woman of you.

Next

Here we are, ma'am.

Universal Travel Service.

"If you've been
everywhere, try us."

- Well, I hope they can help me.
- Good luck.

Yes, ma'am?

Could you recommend
a good dude planet?

Oh, the best, ma'am.

Beta Three dude planet.

And the best place
on the whole planet'

is the Beta Bar Ranch.

I really recommend it.

It's like a page
out of the Old West.

Yahoo!

Here's a sh*t of some happy
guests returning from a ride.

Well, it looks fine.
Make a reservation, please.

- For you alone, ma'am?
- Uh, no, make it for two.

I'll call a friend
and see if she'll go with me.

- It'll be great fun, Helen.
- It sounds dreamy.

- What time do you wanna leave?
- Tomorrow, noon.

Oh, I wish you'd come.

You must need a rest too.

Do I ever.

I tell you, Harry is commuting

from Tahiti
to New York every day.

And it has me all worn out.

- Can you make it in time?
- I'll make it.

See you, partner. Yahoo!

Right, partner. Yahoo!

And now, you three
take care of yourselves.

We will, Mother.
Have a supersonic time.

- You sure you'll be alright?
- Of course, honey.

We'll make out great.

Won't we, kids?

- Sure, we will.
- Sure, we will.

Bye! Have fun!

Well, she's gone.

- What do we do now?
- I want to eat. I'm starvin'.

Gee, the place is
kind of a mess.

I'II vacuum first before I start
pickin' the stuff up.

What can I do to help?

The vacuum cleaner's
got the cat again, Pop!

Oh, boy, it never fails.

If it isn't one thing,
it's another.

Come on out, kitty-cat.

Ah-ah-ah...

Oh, well. I'll clean up later.

How's the lunch coming, Judy?

- The Food-O-Mat is stuck, Pop.
- Oh, it can't be.

- What's this lever for?
- I don't know.

Well, there's one sure way
to find out.

Hey!

Gee, that looks like fun.

- Can I try it, Pop?
- No! Get me out of here!

Go get Henry, Elroy.
Maybe he can help.

No!

Would you rather spend
the whole day in there, Daddy?

No! Go get Henry!
Ooh, how embarrassin'!

Uh, what seems to be
the trouble, Miss Judy?

It's Daddy, Mr. Orbit.
He's in there.

My, my. Oh, hi, Mr. Jetson.

- What you doin' in there?
- Get me out!

- What's he sayin'?
- I think he wants out.

Well, the way these
kitchens are connected,

I guess I'll have to
run him through the cycle.

Hey!

First, the washer.

Then the ironer.

Yeowch!

I think the window washer is
hooked up on this cycle too.

Take a look out
the window, Elroy.

Nope. All I see
is the water jet comin' up.

- Yep, there he Is.
- Help!

Yippee!

- Can I be next, Pop?
- No!

- Aw, shucks.
- Gee, Mr. Orbit.

Daddy's right back
where he started.

Get me out of here!

Well, there's only one thing
left to do.

- What's that?
- Use the burnt-toast ejector.

It's kind of extreme, but, uh..

Well, here goes.

No, wait!

Yeowch!

Well, now that everything's
under control

I'll be gettin' back to my nap...

Er, work.

Thanks a lot, Mr. Orbit.

Yeah. Thanks a lot.

Oh, that's
alright, Mr. Jetson.

I don't know when
I've had so much fun.

Well, here we are, ladies.
The Beta Bar Ranch.

- It looks lovely.
- So peaceful.

Now, if you ladies
will register to the office,

you'll soon be headed down
the Old Chisholm Trail.

Yahoo, as we say.

Howdy, space partners?

On behalf of the management,

welcome to the Beta Bar Ranch.

Now then,
your corral's ready for you.

Fasten your saddle belts

and prepare

for the grandest time
y'all ever had.

- Ready, pards?
- Ready!

- Yahoo!
- Yippee!

Oh, good!
We get the bunkhouse.

How quaint.

Whoa, Nelly!

Well, here we are.

What'll we do first?

Let's just relax.

Yahoo!

Hey there, space partners.

Just to let you know
about all the swell things to do.

Look-a here.

- There's cookouts...
- Come and get it!

And barbecues.

Doesn't that look like fun?'

Stagecoach rides.

This one's
on its way to Jupiter.

Then there's my favorite.

Listenin' to the singing
vagabond cowboy.

N Oh bury me out N

N On the Milky Way N

N Where the rockets howl N

N And the comets play “:

And when I die M

N Won't you bury me N

N Where gravity's low “:

N And the jets flow free NM

- Wow!
- You mean, yahoo!

- You wanna know something?
- What?

This is wonderful,
but I kind of miss George.

Oh, that's just
the first-day blues.

You'll get over it.

Ch, of course I will.

But I hope he's alright.

Hey! Hey, stop it!

Wait! Stop it! Cut it out!

Doggone it!

Now, where's that
shut-off button?

There, that's more like it.

Now, clean the room.

That's all you're
supposed to do.

Oh, no!

It's got the cat again.

Oh, boy, what a day!

Building superintendent
Henry Orbit reportin', sir.

- Get up here, Henry.
- At once, sir.

- Yes, sir.
- I said, get up here!

I am here, sir.
I took the express tube.

Oh. Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.

- It's the vacuum cleaner.
- Got the cat again, eh?

Well, I guess I'll have to
put in a new control system

before the cat
has a nervous breakdown

and has to see a psy-cat-trist.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty,
kitty. Nice kitty.

Gesundheit!

Oh, say,
your Retract-O-Bed Is ready.

- Missus around?
- No, she's off on a vacation.

Oh, that's nice.

Nice for her, but not for me.

I miss her, and she's only
been gone since noon.

Say, who are you callin'?

Well, If you must know, my wife.

That's the spirit.

There's nothing like
a phone call

to make you feel better.

Make you both feel better.

What happened?
The line busy?

Nope. I've changed my mind.

If I call her,
she'll only start worryin'.

And that's the last thing
I want her to do.

Yippee!

Ride 'em, cowboy!

Looks like that's the end
of that event.

- Snack, ladies?
- Not now, thanks.

Drinks? Space-a-Cola?
Saturn Fizz?

Moon Grape or Atom Smash?

I'll have an Atom Smash.

Um, Space-a-Cola.

One Atom Smash.
One Space-a-Cola.

And now for the main event.

If y'all will take a peek up yonder
about a thousand feet up,

you'll see the galactic
champion bulldogger

Paul AI Furr,

better known as the Venus Kid.

Ready with the steer, boys?

Then let him loose!

Yahoo!

That's a mean-Iookin' critter.
And here comes the Kid.

Yip-yip-yippee!

Bam

Oh, doggone it!

He missed, folks.

But the Kid never stops tryin'.

Looks like he's gonna set
a new bulldogging record.

And he did!

Eh, the bull, that is.

Wow!

Whoopee.

- What's the matter with you?
- I miss my family.

And not a word
from George, either.

Suppose something awful
has happened.

I'm going to call home.

Call for Mr. Jetson,
Mr. George Jetson.

Huh? Huh? Huh?

What? What? What?
What? What?

Sorry to wake you, sir,
but I have a collect call

from Mrs. Jetson on Beta Three.

Will you accept the charges?

Oh, oh, sure.
Uh, uh, put her on.

- Jane.
- George.

Jane.

George.

Jane.

George.

Now, that's what I call
racy dialogue.

Quiet, Helen.

- Are you alright, dear?
- Oh, yeah. You?

Fine. And the children.

- Where are they?
- Out.

And you're just sitting
at home doing nothing?

Yeah. Uh, no, no.

Uh, hold on a second, dear.

Wee-he-he-ha-ha!

Oh, I'm having a party.

The whole g*ng's over.

It's been like this every night.

Party after party.

Whoopee!

Well, I only called because
I thought you'd be lonesome.

What? You'll have
to speak up, dear.

You know what parties are like.

I'll let you
get back to your fun

and I'll get back to mine.

Whoopee, heh-heh!

Come in.

You'll have to turn
the music down, Mr. Jetson.

The other tenants
are complainin'.

I like a party too, but...

Where'd everybody go?

Ah, there's no one here,
Henry. I...

I was just talking
to Jane on the phone.

I wanted her to think
that I was havin' a party

so she wouldn't think
I miss her.

I don't want to spoil
her vacation.

And imagine, Helen.

He's been having
parties every night.

Well, at least he's not lonely.

I'll say he isn't.

Come on, let's have some fun.

After a few dances,
you'll forget your worries.

Care to dance?
Care to dance?

Over here. She would.

My pleasure. My pleasure.

Go on, Jane.
Let yourself go.

Oh, my dear.

You dance divinely.

You dance divinely.

I love to dance,
but it's no use.

You're not George.

That's all, thanks.

I bet George is dancing
with some slinky siren.

And you can bet
she's not a robot.

Oh, Jane. George is devoted
to you and you know it.

And I'll bet she's a blonde,
and she's probably saying,

"Oh, George,
you dance divinely."

Jane! What are you gonna do?

I'm going to pack
and I'm going home.

First his party's at home.
Then party's out.

I know what's going on.

I can just picture George now.

Out with some slinky siren.

Oh, my.

What fascinating eyes
you have, George.

Well, Ijust
use them for lookin'.

Mm, and what lovely hair.

It keeps my head

from slippin' off
the pillow at night.

Mm, you're cute.

Mm.

Why, the nerve of that..

She kissed him.

Take this, you playboy.

Oh! Oh, dear, dear.

Oh, I... I'm sorry, driver.

I thought you were my husband.

I wonder how she treats her dog.

Hurry, driver, hurry.

I must get home right away.

Alright, George, where is she?

Janey, honey.
Is that really you?

Where is that slinky blonde?
And don't lie.

Huh? What? Who?

The party's over, huh?

What party?

Oh, yeah. I was only...

Quiet, you worm.

I'd love to stay and referee,
but Ijust have time

to catch the last express home.

- Don't bother seeing me out.
- Bye, Helen.

And you needn't bother
seeing me in.

Ah, but, Jane, honey...

Here's your Retract-O-Bed,
Mr. Jetson.

And just in time.

I hear Ms. Jetson's home.

Yeah. She's mad at me.

- Mad at you? What about?
- Oh, search me.

Well, you just leave it

to ol' Fix-It Henry.

Brought your bed back,
Ms. Jetson.

- Alright, Henry.
- Here, I'll give you a hand.

Hiya, honey.

Please install it
and kindly leave.

There you are. Ms. Jetson.

It works perfect now.

Now, sit down and,
uh, kind of try it out.

- You too, Mr. Jetson.
- Who, me?

Oh, oh, yeah.

Yeah. Glad to.

Ah, nice day.

I hadn't noticed.

Well, alright. If that's
the way you're gonna act...

Hold it. Hold it, folks.

Now, there's just one small
adjustment I gotta make.

Henry Orbit,
you said it was fixed.

Yessum, uh, I thought it was.

Well, something must
have gone wrong.

Be back in a jiffiffy.

Jane, honey, you know
there isn't anyone else.

There never has been.

There weren't any parties
while you were gone.

I... I was just pretendin'

so you wouldn't worry about me.

I started missing you
the minute you left.

Oh, George. I missed you too.

- Gosh.
- Whoops.

I didn't mean
to interrupt you folks.

Say, I'll have that contraption
fixed in no time.

Don't you dare touch it.

We like it just the way it is.

- Don't we, George?
- We sure do.

Oh, once around the park, James.

Pip-pip. Your wish
is my command, my lady.

The Jetsons.

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Help! Help!

Jane, stop this crazy thing.

Jane!

Help! Jane!