ha! Oh!
Whoa! Oh! Oh, Weebo!
Oh, now, we're cookin'!
Whoa!
Oh!
Oh! Yes!
Oh, Weebo. Come on up.
Please. You've gotta see this.
Wow! ls this
what you call heaven?
Almost. Look at it.
The whole world below
and beyond.
- It's beautiful.
- The solitude up here.
The stillness.
- The silence.
- Uh-oh.
Silly me turned it off.
Turns right back on.
The shutter's jammed probably,
Weebo. We're okay.
Start right up.
Oh, please turn over!
For the love of Newton,
turn over!
Abandon ship!
Oh!
Yes!
It's such a pleasure
to spend time with you...
without having Brainard
hovering above us.
Mmm.
- More wine?
- No. No, thank you.
I have to say good night.
I have a busy,
busy day tomorrow.
Mmm.
Rutland would die to have you.
We'd be together
with nothing but time.
Sara?
Mmm.
I'm sorry, Wilson.
Forget it. It's okay.
We have lots of time.
Listen, l'm-l'm driving up
on Thursday to Rutland for the game.
- I'll see you there.
- Should I make dinner reservations?
Since Rutland is going
to lose, l'll pay.
All right. If your team wins,
you can buy me dinner.
If your team loses, we go up to
the mountains for the weekend.
- Mmm--
- Cad!
- Do we have a bet?
- I'll think about it.
I can't lose. She's mine!
Sir lsaac.
Out!
All right.
One more time. What happened?
He took a golf ball,
he rubbed this cream on it,
and then the golf ball
took off and...
popped Smith in the head.
- Several times.
- Mm-hmm.
- I got hit with a bowling ball.
- Repeatedly.
- Were you drinking?
- No.
Two beers at dinner.
Wesson had a white wine.
- With dinner.
- Right.
It's this stuff
he's got, sir. It's--
I don't know what it is. I don't
know where it comes from, but...
it will give you
one heck of a headache.
Oh, goodness.
I-l wish I could
make you feel better.
Hmm. So do l.
Well, maybe l'm old-fashioned,
but I believe...
a woman should love a man
for what he is,
and not for what
she wants him to be.
Thanks for the
sentiment, Weebo, but...
this is really not an area you're
qualified to offer perspective on.
Well, I don't have much of
a smile, but I do have a brain.
I have to deal with this alone.
It's a human matter,
not for computers.
It's for people.
- Good night, Weebo.
- Good night, Professor.
Hmm.
- I got it!
- Oh, no!
I gotta turn this thing off.
This is so embarrassing.
Weebo, I just had
this amazing dream!
- Weebo!
- Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!
Weebo! Weebo!
- Weebo! Wake up!
- Mmm.
- I've solved all our problems.
- I'm all ears.
Flubber is going
to the basketball game.
- Basketball?
- Yes!
Testing, testing.
Applying a thin layer
of fluid flubber...
to synthetic leather surface
of basketball.
Application complete.
Wow!
Oops.
Two points.
Implementing plan "B."
Very tight. Tight.
And careful, careful,
careful, careful.
Secondary flubber experiment.
Control elements: bungee cord,
three-to-one elasticity ratio,
fifty-pound ballast.
Commencing now.
Wish me luck.
Oh! Whoa!
Yes!
Ha, ha!
Whoa! I got it!
Oh! Bungee! Bungee!
Oh! Oh!
Uh, help.
Uh, yeow!
It worked!
Yes!
End test.
Did you fully fix the flubber
on each tack before we painted?
Excuse me, Darth Vader,
but what did you say?
Did you fully fix a 15%
flubber solution to each tack
before Weber started painting?
- Yes, l'm positive.
- Excellent.
And how long does it take
the paint to wear off?
- Uh, 30 minutes.
- Be a little suspicious...
if the flubber started
working immediately.
- Uh, isn't this cheating?
- No, it's not cheating.
It's equalizing.
You've seen the team. They
should have their own telethon.
Come on! We've got
to win this game.
I've gotta do it to prove to
Sara that flubber really works.
I'm gonna do it right under
Wilson Croft's nose.
Don't fail me.
- Weebo.
- Yes?
- While l'm out, you're in charge, okay?
- Okay.
- No phone calls to Russia again.
- I think that was Weber.
Oh! Make sure the flubber
stays in the tank.
- Got it.