It-lt's the same stuff we saw
the other night over at his house.
Right.
I don't know how, but l'm absolutely
certain your team cheated.
Oh, you're just being
a sore loser.
Sara, m-m-may I speak
to you for a moment? Alone?
What you have to say to her,
you can say to both of us,
if you can remember.
Sara?
- Flubber.
- Flubber?
Sounds like baby shampoo.
Flubber is what won the game.
That amazing aerial ballet...
was because I flubberized
the boys' shoes.
A little on the bottom-- Whoo!
You are remarkable.
Sara?
Good night, Phillip.
Watch yourself.
Now what do we have to do
to get you to take a hint?
It's over, Phillip. You lost.
Go home. Play with your rubber.
What kind of car does
that Brainard fellow drive?
Old T-Bird. Why?
- I just saw it.
- So?
It was flying.
You heard me. Flying.
- Hey, who won?
- We did.
Um, Professor,
why the long face?
- I think you know why.
- Would it be a Sara issue?
Wish I understood human beings.
Wish I understood women.
Wish I understood emotions and passions.
I wish I understood any of that.
If I did, I wouldn't have had to spend
my entire life in a laboratory...
trying to figure out
how the world works.
I would've been out in the world
trying to figure out why it works.
I know I love her, Weebo.
Every neuron in my limbic system
is saturated with phenylethylamine.
That triggers euphoria,
elation, exhilaration.
Truth is, Weebo,
I'm not absent-minded because
l'm selfish or crazy or--
or inconsiderate.
I'm absent-minded because l'm
in love with Sara.
Oh, Professor.
That doesn't matter any more,
'cause I don't get
any more chances with her.
That's not true. There's always another
chance. I mean, you never know, right?
Probably just as well
that it's over.
- Why?
- She has to move on.
- Oh.
- I'm not right for her.
- But you knew that, didn't you, Weebo?
- Huh?
You never wanted me
to marry her.
Well, you were right.
I wasn't right for her.
You're the one for me, Weebo.
Just the two of us.
And flubber makes three.
- Good night, Weeb.
- Good night.
Uh, Professor--
And this is the God's truth:
I want him to have
what he wants,
even if it means you
instead of me.
Ooh!
Sara? Sara, it's me.
- Weebo?
- May I come in?
Oh, l'm sorry
to wake you like this,
but I can't ring the doorbell.
- Is everything okay with Phillip?
- Oh, yeah.
It's not
a conventional emergency.
Oh, Phillip would be very angry
if he knew I left,
but I have
to show you something.
Do you have a minute?
Listen.
I know I love her, Weebo.
Every neuron in my limbic system
is saturated with phenylethylamine.
That triggers euphoria,
elation, exhilaration.
Truth is, Weebo, l'm not absent-minded
because l'm selfish...
or crazy or-- or inconsiderate.
I'm absent-minded because l'm
in love with Sara.
Oh.
And this will be
our little secret.
Phillip.
Oh.
- Sara?
- Uh-huh.
This is it.
This is the solution.
This is how we save the school.
That's what l've been saying.
Flubber.
- You saw what it did at the game.
- Yes.
Imagine the line of shoes
we could develop.
Oh, no, no, no, Phillip,
not shoes.
No. Look.
This. Flight.
- Flight?
- Yes.
- Oh, of course.
- A-Air travel.
Oh, Sara! Air travel.
- Yes.
- Oh.
- We'd better sell this
to a car company.
- Oh, Phillip.
- Hey!
- Dr Reynolds.
Professor. It's a pleasure
to finally meet you.
I believe you know my son.
He used to play basketball
for Medfield.
Lovely old car.
Mind if I take a look
under the hood?
Yes, I do.
And I don't appreciate you gentlemen
letting yourselves onto my property.
I expected something
more complex.
There's a lot of money
in your discovery.
Perhaps we could make a deal.
Any discovery I make will belong
to Medfield College.
At the end of the term there isn't
going to be a Medfield College.
- We'll see about that.
- You could make a lot of money.
If we were interested in making money,
we wouldn't have become teachers.
You