The first 194 lines.
World, space, the final frontier.
Hey, Galileo, whatcha doing?
Looking for your home planet?
No, we're just scopin' out the universe. Ha-ha.
- Hey, I think I see Saturn. - Are you sure?
Well, it's got yellow rings. Check it out.
Cody, that's McDonalds.
No way. They opened one up on Saturn? Tcha.
Those dudes are everywhere.
Big day. My little girl's taking her SATs.
I've made a great breakfast for you.
Bacon, eggs, toast, oatmeal, muffins--
Mom, it's a college entrance exam.
You don't get points for being bloated.
But you have to have a good breakfast.
This is an important test.
No, no, no. Not important.
Critical, essential, vital.
Dana, relax.
At least have a muffin.
You'll get a good score.
Good? Good is for losers.
I need great.
Otherwise, I won't get into an Ivy League school
and I'll just be another uneducated nincompoop
who is a drain on society.
You know, like Frank's kids.
Is that a no on the muffin?
- Goodbye, mother. - Okay.
Just remember...relax.
Carol? Carol.- ''
That's it. I have had it.
Everybody in this house is taking my clothes
without asking my permission
and I'm gettin' real tired of it.
This keeps up, I'll be walkin' around here butt naked.
I have no problem with that.
Buck.
Now, come on, honey, this is serious.
I just looked in my closet and all my sweatshirts are gone.
My Packers sweatshirt, my Brewers sweatshirt--
Frank, Frank, I'm sure they'll turn up.
Hey, dad.
Hey!
What's the big idea of taking my sweatshirts
without asking my permission?
It's not your sweatshirt, dad, it's mine.
No, it's not.
Then how come I found it in my closet?
Here's my theory. You're a thief.
Hi, mom. What's for breakfast?
Honey, that's my dress.
I mean, it's my sweater. I- I-I..
Get her, dad, she's a thief. Show no mercy.
I can take care of this, thank you.
- 'Karen, you can't go in my..' - Let's go, let's go.
Wait a minute, get-get back here, you guys!
I know where you live!
Karen, you do know that this is Frank's sweater.
Yeah, cool?
Karen, you don't even like my clothes.
Yes, I do. Just not on you.
On me, they look great.
Carol, say something.
Karen, you look great.
Thanks, mom. Frank.
Do you have a denim shirt?
I have no idea.
Well, if you don't, can you get one?
I have a date on Friday, and I know I'd look great in it.
Hi, I am Dana Foster.
I'm here to take the SAT.
How nice for you. We give SATs here.
I get it.
You're just trying to loosen me up
'cause I'm nervous.
Actually, I'm just here for the overtime
and I really don't give a hoot about your emotional state.
You're one of the thousand points of light, aren't you?
No way, dude, it was gravity the whole time.
Hey-hey, Dana.
What are youdoing here?
And don't tell me it's to take the SAT.
That was gonna be my answer.
I'm kinda stuck now.
I don't get it.
Why would a guy who blows up
stumps for a living, wanna take the SAT?
Well, you see, once a month, I try to do something
that I've never done before.
Like last month, I ate nothing but peaches for an entire week.
By the way, that is not a good idea.
Thanks for the tip.
Thanks. You're pretty good at this?
Hey, pretty cool?
You, me, sitting right next to each other.
Almost like we're in a drive-in movie.
Only, there is no movie.
And we're not in a car.
And it's daylight outside.
- And, you know, we-- - Cody.
This test is very important to me.
So, just do me a favor and leave me alone.
You got it.
No way. Was that out loud?
[instrumental "Born To Be Wild"]
Come on, the coast is clear.
I don't feel good about stealing Frank's clothes.
I'm gonna get caught. I always get caught.
I think I'll save some time and turn myself in now.
Listen, you little wuss, you're a witness.
- You can't back out now. - And what if I do?
We'll kill you and bury you in the backyard.
Let's pick 'em clean.
You think he'll notice if I take his red jacket?
Please, how will he know?
No, he wired it!
Every man for himself!
no, you don't!
Okay, you little rag pickers, from now on
anybody who wants to borrow my clothes
has to ask permission first.
Great! Can I borrow your red jacket?
No.
Anybody else?
- You made your point, dad. - Good.
****
Here you go, Frank. I borrowed these.
You borrowed my boxer shorts?
Yeah, all the girls are wearing them now.
We just stitch up the fly.
That explains the little timing problem
I had with the plaid ones last week.
Okay, go, go, go. Go on. Get, shoo..
Hardback. Hardback.
Hardback. Paperback.
Paperback. Paperback.
Somebody put a mystery
in the travel and leisure section.
Was that the mailman? I thought I heard the mailman.
Was it the mailman?
Honey, I know you're anxious about your SAT scores.
But it's only been three weeks.
I'm not anxious.
I just have a healthy curiosity.
I thought it was the mailman.
Okay, everybody, mail's here.
Give me that!
Bill, bill..
Here we go, SAT!
Dana, would you mind reading your mail somewhere else?
- Sure. - Yeah.
Well..
Well, well, well.
- I got a total score of 1270. - Yes!
1270? Dana, that's great.
- It's okay. - Okay? Okay?
It says here that your score
puts you on the 91st percentile.
Do you know what that means?
It means if you were walking down the street
and you passed a 100 people
you would've done better than 91 of them.
Well, I guess it's not such a bad score.
Hey, is the mail here?
I'm expecting my George Hamilton home tanning kit.
No, no tanning kit today, Cody.
But your SAT scores are here.
You mean you get a score?
Cool.
- So, Codeman, how did you do? - I don't know.
Is a 650 good?
A 650?
A 650?
Dana..
Okay, okay.
Cody.
Here is what a 650 means.
Say you're walking down the street
and you pass a 100 people?
You probably did better than seven of 'em.
But don't feel bad, Cody.
How many times in your life are you gonna pass
a 100 people?
Well, thanks, Uncle Frank.
At least I got a 670 on this other part.
What other part?
- You said you got a 650. - Well, yeah.
I got a 650 on the verbal
and I got a 670 on the math.
See?
Are you saying you got a 1320, total score?
Yeah, okay. Yeah.
Give me that.
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