The Jetsons (1962) s01e03 Episode Script

Meet George Jetson His boy, Elroy Daughter, Judy Jane, his wife Hurry, EIroy, you're going to be Iate for schooI.
But, gee, Mom, it's raining.
Do I have to go? EIroy, what's the matter with you? SchooI is fun, fun, fun, fun, fun.
-I'd Iike to go in your pIace.
-Okay, Dad, you got yourseIf a deaI.
You better step on it or you'II be Iate.
AII right.
AII right, EIroy.
Not another word.
Come on, now.
Let's put your raincoat on.
-Do I have to wear one? -You certainIy do.
Now, cIose your eyes.
Here goes.
Don't forget to peeI it off when you get to schooI.
Okay, but I feeI Iike a banana.
Have a nice day, EIroy.
Are you and Daddy coming to the PTA meeting tonight? -The teacher wiII wanna know.
-Of course, we'II be there.
And by the way, how come you were Iate to schooI yesterday? Some kid dropped bubbIe gum in the tube.
-Sounds a bit sticky.
-Yeah, it sIows you down every time.
Bye, dear.
And you'd better hurry too.
You'II be Iate for work.
Okay, in a minute.
Did the morning paper come yet? -Here it is.
-Thanks.
-But you haven't much time, George.
-I know.
I'II just skip through the headIines.
''President to ask for more taxes.
'' So, what eIse is news? ''New show at the Top of the Moon.
'' I wonder if it's any good.
Can't take the kids to see that.
WeII, now.
''FootbaII coach predicts victory at tonight's game.
'' I wonder what he's got to say.
We'll murder them.
George, you're Iate.
-Oh, gosh.
What time is it? -Two minutes to 1 1.
-Gee, thanks.
-It's okay.
-Jumping Jupiter, I gotta go.
-Aren't you gonna finish your coffee? Nope.
Too strong this morning, but don't throw it out.
Some pygmies from Africa may show up and wanna dip their spears in it.
Goodbye.
George, wait.
What now? I'm Iate aIready.
When you get to the garage, wouId you ask Henry, the buiIding superintendent if he'II do something about this weather? Right, honey.
Bye again.
Morning, Mr.
Jetson.
You going to see the footbaII game tonight? I wouIdn't miss it for anything.
Hey, you mean to say you've got tickets? Tickets? They've been soId out for months.
No, sir.
I'II be parked right in front of the TV set tonight.
Yes, sir.
Oh, it's gonna be a wing-ding game, aIrighty-reety.
The wife wanted me to ask you if you couId do something about the weather.
You bet your buttons, Mr.
Jetson.
''Arriva'' what? Oh, so Iong.
It is kind of a nasty day, at that.
WeII, I'II move them up to, say, 3000 feet.
That ought to get them out of the rain.
I guess I'd better get at the dishes.
If there's one thing I hate to do, it's dishes.
I'II do them this morning.
I'II take care of the cIeanup.
-You don't mind? -Nope.
GIad to do it.
You're a big heIp, Judy.
I'II straighten the bedroom.
It's been so Iong since I've done the dishes.
Let's see.
You press the dish disposaI button.
-AII finished, Mom.
-My, you are a fast one, aren't you? -Oh, dear.
-What's the matter? WeII, I wanted to remind your father of the PTA meeting tonight.
Oh, weII, I'II caII him at the office Iater.
I guess I'II be Iate for work again.
At Ieast I'm Iate much earIier today.
I'm out of fueI peIIets.
And me without a spare peIIet.
Oh, I hope the safety chute works.
A IittIe Iate, but it worked.
This is one excuse SpaceIy wiII never go for: running out of fueI.
Lucky I Ianded near this seIf-service fueI station.
May I help you, sir? Give me two bucks' worth of high-octane peIIets and check the radium, wiII you? -Will that be cash or credit, sir? -Just charge it to my Driver's CIub card.
Hold up your card and smile for identification, please.
Oh, boy, they don't trust anyone.
Oh, boy, I hope I'm not too Iate.
If I'm Iate again today, the boss wiII fIip.
I'II just move the cIock back to 1 0:59 and oId SpaceIy, he'II never know the difference.
That'II do it.
Darn that snitcher-picture-taker! Come back here! If the boss gets that picture, I've had it.
-Jetson! -I've had it.
We're Iate again, aren't we? -We are? -We are.
Take a Iook.
Is that you or isn't it? -I don't photograph too weII, do I, sir? -You don't work very weII either.
-Isn't that your phone? -Oh, yes, sir.
WeII, answer it.
I'II taIk to you Iater.
Jetson here.
-George, this is Jane.
-Oh, yes, dear.
I forgot to remind you that we're going to the PTA meeting tonight.
-Right, dear.
-See you at dinner.
Bye.
Right, dear.
bye.
Hey.
Hey, wait a minute.
PTA tonight? But I was gonna watch the footbaII game on TV.
And in concIusion, Iet me remind you that SpaceIy sprockets are easy on the pockets.
-You got that? -Yes, sir.
You wanted to be reminded, you are to Ieave earIy for the footbaII game tonight.
Oh, yeah.
Can't miss the championship pIayoff.
-Good night, Mr.
SpaceIy.
-Good night.
They sure don't buiId secretaries Iike they used to.
Now, what do I have Ieft to do today? Jetson, of course.
Jetson, I'II see you now.
You caIIed, sir? Take a chair, Jetson.
I'II be right with you.
SpaceIy here.
-Cosmo? -Oh, yes, darIing, my petunia.
You haven't forgotten about the concert tonight, have you? -Concert? -That's right.
Remember? We have tickets.
Phil Sputnik and his All-Galaxy Philharmonic.
Tonight? Tonight's the game.
I mean, I can't make it.
You can't? Just a minute, dear.
I think I've got a sick worker.
George Jetson is his name.
-What's wrong with him? -Oh, I don't know.
He's too sick to say.
It Iooks Iike nucIear ''dyanamitis.
'' Nuclear dyanamitis? Oh, the poor man.
I've got to get him home, nurse his wounds sit by the side of a feIIow worker.
Oh, it may take aII night, so I won't be abIe to go to the concert.
I understand, dear.
I won't keep you.
Goodbye, Cosmo.
Bye-bye.
Now, Iook, Mr.
SpaceIy, it isn't right.
Just because I'm a few minutes Iate for work-- Sorry, Jetson, IittIe accident.
Have a chair.
Oh, thanks.
Jetson, I'd Iike to make it up to you.
I've got an extra ticket in our box for the footbaII game tonight.
How wouId you Iike to go? Oh, boy.
Oh, boy, a box seat for the game tonight.
Oh, that's great.
I just remembered.
I gotta go to a PTA meeting with the missus.
Jetson, you couId say you're working overtime, you know.
-Yeah, if you say so.
-I say so.
I'II go caII her now.
Oh, boy, a box seat for the game tonight.
Cosmo, I've been thinking about that poor man.
Poor man? What poor man--? Oh, yes, Jetson.
You may need someone to help.
I'll come over too.
But you can't.
He was taken home.
Then I'll go over to his house.
-See you there.
-But wait, I-- WeII, we're aII set, boss.
I toId my wife I had to work overtime and she's going to the PTA meeting without me.
-HoId it.
We're in troubIe.
-We are? We've gotta get to your house, and fast.
But-- But-- -But why my house? -Because you're home, sick in bed.
I am? Boss, are you aII right? Duck down.
There's my wife up ahead.
I do hope I can be of some heIp to the poor man.
Oh, for goodness' sake.
I've heard of reckIess driving, but this is ridicuIous.
-Where's your bedroom, Jetson? -It's that way, but-- Let's go.
There you are, sir.
After a short rest, you'II feeI better.
Not me, Jetson, you.
Get your pajamas on, quick.
Pajamas? What for? -It's the onIy way you'II get to go.
-But I'II freeze to death.
Let's see, pajamas.
Here it is.
But I usuaIIy wear an overcoat and take a bIanket.
That must be my wife.
Quick, jump into bed and don't say anything.
-Anybody home? -In the bedroom, dear.
How is he now, Cosmo? Just hoIding on.
He's not seeing visitors.
I'II onIy stay a second.
Oh, there you are.
I'm Mrs.
SpaceIy.
My goodness, he does Iook terribIe.
-What did the doctor say? -We don't know.
He never stopped crying Iong enough to teII us.
I brought some fIowers.
Find a vase, Cosmo.
I want to taIk to this poor man.
Now, don't you worry.
You wiII be here for a Iong time.
Oh, no, I'II be Ieaving any minute.
Oh, don't even think of that.
But it's true.
Kickoff is at 8:30.
Kickoff? You mean? -But how do you know the time? -WeII, it says so on the ticket.
-Ticket? -Oh, you gotta have reservations.
Reservations? Oh, dear.
I wouIdn't go without the boss's okay.
And they say dogs are IoyaI.
Leaving, dear? Yes.
You wiII stay with him, won't you? TiII the finaI whistIe-- The end.
Oh, the poor man.
Oh, how nice.
You brought me fIowers too.
No, I didn't.
Now, come on, Iet's go.
Hi, Pop.
Hey, what are you doing home? Mom said you were working overtime.
Here's a nickeI.
Don't teII Mom you've seen me.
-But I've seen you.
-Here's a dime.
No more questions.
-But Pa-- -A quarter? Now, Iet's get out of here before EIroy has to fiIe a tax return.
Hope you didn't forget the tickets, boss.
Got them right here.
And there's the Space CoIiseum up ahead.
-Boy, I hope we haven't missed the kickoff.
-ReIax, Jetson, we'II make it.
Please have your tickets ready.
Move along, please.
Box number 990.
Seat number 1 0.
Box number 7 04.
Seat number 1 4.
Box number 7 04.
Seat number 1 5.
All right.
Where's your ticket? WeII, I-- Gee, I just had it.
Next.
Oh, good, they haven't started yet.
Look, Jetson, here come the Ringers onto the fieId.
Look at the size of those guys.
Hey, boss, here come the Marauders.
Here they come, ladies and gentlemen.
Both teams are moving out onto the field.
There's Coach O'Brien, taking his pIace on the sideIines.
O'Brien is the great exponent of scientific push-button offensive strategy.
On the other side of the field is Coach Lasky the master of push-button defensive strategy.
Coach O'Brien is about to pick his starting players.
We'll call them off as they come onto the field.
Pluchek, O'Mara, Hiccupski.
O'Hara, Swatchahowiz, Gibralski.
With these two powerhouse teams this is bound to be a rock 'em, sock 'em game, foIks.
I see the teams are Iined up for the kickoff.
There's the whistle.
And Coach O'Brien goes into action.
Let's see who he picks to kick off.
It's O'Hara.
The players start forward.
Gibralski holding.
Here's the kick.
It's a high, wobbly kick to about the 1 0-yard line.
Crazy Legs Cosmos is under the ball.
Crazy Legs is moving back.
He's waiting.
He's got it.
And he's tackled immediately by Bronco Titanium.
What a tackIe.
Did you see that, Jetson? See it? I didn't even get a chance to taste it.
The Marauders are lined up defensively.
The Ringers are in a huddle.
I wonder what Coach Lasky will think of.
The opening play can be very important.
He seems to have come to a decision.
He brings the team out of the huddle.
They've Iined up over the baII.
Now we'II see what Coach Lasky wiII try.
The ball is snapped back.
Swatchahowiz is fading back.
He still has the ball.
When is he going to pass it? He's still fading back.
And there it goes.
It's a great chance for an interception.
O'Brien is maneuvering Brimlovich in for the pickoff.
Desovich is moving under it.
But here comes Brimlovich up fast to try and intercept.
And he does.
What a pIay! He's running beautifuIIy.
This is where Coach O'Brien is at his best.
Across the field, Coach Lasky is moving Swatchahowiz for the tackle.
Look at that footwork.
Go, go, BrimIovich! There, ladies and gentlemen, is beautiful broken-field running.
There's only one man between Brimlovich and the goal.
It's Swatchahowiz.
He's moving up fast.
Brimlovich's running is still brilliantly deceptive.
Swatchahowiz is picking up speed.
So is Brimlovich.
Swatchahowiz.
Brimlovich.
Swatchahowiz.
Brimlovich.
There's a time-out being called.
Brimlovich was a little shaken up on the play.
Here comes the robot trainer moving out quickly.
Brimlovich had the wind knocked out of him and is being helped off the field.
He should be as good as new by halftime, so don't worry, Mother.
It's the Marauders' ball.
First down and 1 0 to go.
Dombrowski calling signals.
Forty-two thousand, three hundred twenty-one over pi-r-square the cube root of 87 hike.
The ball is snapped back.
Looks like a trick play.
I can't believe it, but-- Yes, it is.
It's the oId Statue of Liberty pIay.
I haven't seen this pIay in years.
Oh, that Coach O'Brien is a sneaky one.
Coach Lasky hasn't spotted the deception yet.
My mistake.
Coach Lasky's end is moving in to steamroller the play.
And the Marauders are thrown for a loss.
What a game, eh, Jetson? Best concert I ever went to.
Yeah.
I'II take this type of overtime every time.
Say, suppose your wife caIIs the factory.
She'II find out you're not working Iate.
AII taken care of, boss.
I got the answering machine set up in my office.
I hope you home viewers are enjoying this game as-- Oh, dear.
I wish George couId see at Ieast part of this game.
I wonder what time he'II be home.
I just think I'II give him a caII.
Hi, George.
I just called to say the PTA meeting was over early and I wanted to see-- Good evening, dear.
How nice of you to call.
I'll have to work later than I thought.
Don't wait up.
I'll see you in the morning.
Bye, dear.
George, wait, I-- Oh, poor George.
He must be so busy.
Coach O'Brien just had another pIayer shaken up.
He's down by the bench now, picking a substitute.
Say, now, this is a reaI surprise.
Coach O'Brien has picked a real old-timer.
It's Red Rocket.
He's been in football for 50 years, a real veteran.
He's one of the old manually operated players.
There goes old Red out onto the field.
Come in.
Mrs.
Jetson, I'm Mrs.
SpaceIy.
-How's your husband? -He's not here.
-You mean he's gone? -That's right.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
Oh, weII, at Ieast with him not around, it's a IittIe Iess hectic.
-It was very sudden, wasn't it? -Yes.
I bet he did it just to get out of going to the PTA meeting.
Oh, you poor dear.
Oh, it doesn't matter.
Besides, there's a big party tomorrow night and by then I'II have forgotten aII about it.
This is aII very strange.
Let's take this from the top.
Are you sure it was my husband you saw here? He was Iying in bed.
Pasty compIexion, eyes twitching and hands trembIing.
Oh, that's George, aII right.
-Hey, Mom, can I have a gIass of water? -Of course.
Was your father home tonight, EIroy? I respectfuIIy refuse to answer on the grounds it may tend to Iower my aIIowance.
Oh, chiIdren.
I know.
I'II caII the office again and ask George.
Hi, honey.
It's me again.
I want to know-- Good evening, dear.
How nice of you to call.
I'll have to work later than I thought-- Work later than I thought-- Work later than I thought-- You're not kidding.
It's Iater than you think.
You and your recording.
He's out somewhere.
Oh, how sneaky.
But I thought he was very sick.
Just hang around.
He's going to be.
There's only a few seconds left in this period.
Four, three, two, one.
And there goes the gun ending the first haIf.
Stand by for a speciaI announcement.
Take it away, AI MeIon, with mobiIe unit number five.
This is AI MeIon high over this beautifuI Space CoIiseum with big news, friends.
The miIIionth customer came through the turnstiIe tonight.
He's the hoIder of ticket 5643.
And we have a IoveIy gift for him, a beautifuI mink coat.
That's you, sir.
And here it is.
-Me? -That's right, sir.
CongratuIations.
Now Iet's give the foIks at home a chance to meet you on TV.
-May I have your name, sir? -CertainIy.
I'm George Jetson.
Wait a minute.
I bought that ticket.
My name is C.
G.
SpaceIy, president of SpaceIy Sprockets.
When you think of space, think of SpaceIy the bargain sprocket that's easy on the pocket.
WeII, thank you, Space-- Sir.
Now, wiII you wave to the teIevision audience? Just wait tiII I get my hands on him.
Making me miss that concert.
Where do you suppose they are? Look! It's them on TV.
WeII, of aII things! I'II turn up the sound.
Are you gentlemen enjoying the game? Wonderful game.
Wonderful.
Oh, yeah.
Anything I like, it's lots of sock-and-rock-'em action.
Sock-and-rock-'em action? WeII, friend, you haven't seen anything yet.
That's for sure.
Worked Iike a charm.
We saw a great game and the wives never suspected.
Yeah.
We sure fooIed them.
I'II phone my wife from your pIace and teII her you had an amazing recovery and I'm on my way home.
-After you, sir.
-No, after you, sir.
Oh, heIIo, dear.
I didn't know you were-- What happened? For a guy who just had an amazing recovery, I feeI awfuI.
They must've seen us on teIevision.
Come on.
We gotta get out of the country, and fast.
Wait.
Wait a minute.
I got the answer right here.
The prize we got from the CoIiseum.
WeII, good thinking, Jetson.
What woman couId say no to a mink coat? I know my wife wiII forgive me when she gets this.
HoId on.
I was gonna give it to my wife.
It was my ticket that won.
Yeah, but I bought the ticket.
-Let go of that coat.
-I warn you, I'm a karate expert.
Wait a minute.
I've got an idea.
Get the picture? Be my guest.
Good thinking, Jetson.
Good thinking.
Just cut on the dotted Iine, sir.
That George wiII never put a foot in this house again.
Never.
I'II never forgive Cosmo either.
Either.
-Evening, dear.
-Evening, dear.
-You asked for it.
-Oh, now.
That's no way to treat a mink.
-Mink? -Mink? We went to the game onIy because we knew we had the winning ticket.
And we wanted to surprise you with the mink.
-A mink.
For me? -Or for me? No, dear.
For both of you.
That's right, my dear.
-A mink stoIe.
-A mink jacket.
Oh, George.
WiII you ever forgive me? Cosmo, I've misjudged you.
Good thinking, Vice President Jetson.
Vice President Jetson? Of course I'II need new shoes to go with my stoIe.
-And I'II need a new outfit.
-I'II have to have my hair done.
We'II need a new car to match my jacket.
You.
You.
You and your briIIiant ideas.
You're fired! Does anybody need an unempIoyed vice president? HeIp! HeIp! Jane, stop this crazy thing! Jane! HeIp, Jane!