these two later.
- Sounds good.
But I don't want to hurt Lisa's feelings.
Any girl is looking
for a bone job from me.
- Ready to party down?
- Ten-four.
Those guys are weird but kind of cute.
And where did you two disappear to?
- We were in the kitchen.
- Bathroom.
- Peeing.
- Doing our hair.
Have you met Gary and Wyatt?
- No.
- Sort of.
If you get the chance,
shower with them. I did.
It's a mind scrambler.
It hurts so good.
She took a shower with them.
I have a wonderful idea, Henry.
After dinner, why don't we stop by
and visit with Wyatt?
I hate to think of his being
alone at home tonight.
- Doesn't he have anything to read?
- I don't know, dear.
But nothing's more important
to a teenage boy than his grandparents.
- We'll drop by.
- Oh, good.
(# KILLING JOKE: "Eighties")
# I'm living in the eighties
# Eighties... #
(Cheering and clapping)
I'd like to open up by apologising
for the Icee today at the mall.
It was very immature and I'm sorry.
Well, it's was just tomfoolery.
But we are sorry.
- It happens.
- Yeah.
So what's the deal with Lisa?
Can we borrow her?
We can't do that guys. Common
decency prohibits us. It's not cool.
She said it was cool.
We can't take advantage of her loyalty.
Sorry guys.
That's really selfish. That hurts.
Forget it guys. We can't do it.
- Come on. Quit being such pricks.
- Hey, come on.
Regardless of what she told you,
our feelings for Lisa run very deep.
It's emotions. Heavy emotions.
Our feelings for Deb and Hilly
run as deep as yours do for Lisa.
It's respect.
It's the time we spent together.
A couple of guys like you deserve them.
We like your style
so we want to make a deal.
You let us have a crack at Lisa
and we'll let you have Deb and Hilly.
Can you guys keep a secret?
- Sure.
- Secret?
- Look again. It's Gary.
- No.
It's our boy. Gary.
He's our 16-year-old boy!
I don't know what you're talking about,
Lucy and I want you to shut up.
(Max) I feel like an asshole.
This had better work.
This is just a blueprint, OK. You like it?
Bigger tits.
- Go, go!
- Give them the knee shooters.
(Over radio)
What the hell's going on up here?
Excuse me, Arthur.
- It's Art.
- Excuse me, "Art".
(Thunder rumbles)
Oh, shit!
(Gasps)
- 'Where's Eddie? '
- 'He's working on a new project.'
- 'Another invention? '
- 'Lt's something to do with a robot.'
(Whooshing)
(Woman giggles)
- (Max yells) Turn this thing off!
- You're gonna love it.
- How are you doing?
- I'm shitting in my pants!
(Tinkling piano keys)
It worked.
You had to be big shots, didn't you?
You had to show off.
People will like you for what you are
not for what you can give them.
In your race for power and glory
you forgot one small detail.
- We forgot to hook up the doll.
- You forgot to hook up the doll.
(Creaking)
(Distant yelling and laughter)
Something is going on here, Carmen.
I have a feeling we're not
going to approve, Henry.
A missile. A missile!
- A missile in my house, Gary.
- Yeah, this puppy's for real all right.
- It was an accident...
- Accident, my ass, Gary.
My parent's are coming home,
Chet's coming home.
- They're going to freak out.
- They're going to shit egg rolls.
Get out. Scat.
Out. You dirty tramps.
You hoosiers!
Guys, cut that out, would you.
You ought to know better than to hit
people with your Rex Harrison hat.
This is my daughter's home.
Who the hell are you?
I'm a very dear, close personal friend
of your grandson's.
- Henry. Call the police.
- I will. I'll have you incarcerated.
Here's the deal, folks.
Gary and Wyatt
created me on their computer.
I'm not going to stand here
and listen to this baloney.
He won't you know.
He doesn't stand for baloney.
Do you mind waiting here?
I won't be a moment.
- Have you ever?
- Never.
Excuse me. Wyatt,
your grandparents are downstairs.
OK, thanks.
- Lisa.
- Yes?
- Where are my grandparents?
- Wyatt, your kitchen is blue.
- You want to try