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Well, all right, Mom.

I guess we've talked about everyone we care about...

...so there's no one left to talk about.

Al?

Al who?

Oh, Al.

Well, he's mad because there's a streetlight out...

...and there's a pothole right in front of the driveway.

Yeah, so naturally I have to be alert for when he comes home.

When he beeps his horn I'm supposed to run out and shine this flashlight...

...so that he doesn't hit the pothole.

No, I don't mind doing those little things for him.

You know, I mean, he is my husband.

Well, Mom, I better be going.

Al will be home any minute.

Okay. Bye.

Hi, honey. Why'd you bring the steering wheel into the house?

Well, I figured since it isn't attached to the car anymore...

...I thought maybe you'd like to cook it up for dinner.

By the way, I beeped, you know.

Liar.

You know, you always do that. Say you did something when you really didn't.

And it's not just sex either.

Peg, when you married me, was it premeditated or a drive-by marriage?

What difference does it make? I missed.

At least did you call the city and tell them about the pothole and light?

Al, I told you I would do that when I got off the phone with Mom.

I asked you that this morning.

Well, I just got off the phone with her.

Thank you, my little air-ball-at-the-buzzer.

Thankfully, I anticipated your chimpanzee-like attention to detail...

...and I composed this little letter to the city.

Gee, where'd you find time to do that?

Wasn't today "dusting the black loafers" day?

Home, work. Can a man have too much fun?

Now, tell me how this sounds. The key to dealing with the city...

...is to subtly influence their way of thought...

...by using the most diplomatic language.

"Dear maggots and foul bureaucrats.

I pay taxes."

They'll never check.

"You grafting pigs use my money to wine and dine cheap bimbos...

...never once thinking to share them with the rest of us.

So please fix the hole in my driveway and the streetlight above it.

And for the thousandth time, please annul my marriage.

Signed, a voter."

They'll never check.

Mom, Dad, I am in love.

He is the greatest guy that I have ever met.

Oh, right. That's why you're home at 9:00.

He likes to get me home because he's a gentleman...

...and he cares about me because I am a nice girl.

Kelly, it's not that we don't believe you...

...it's just that we don't believe in love.

That's why our marriage works.

That's enough now, Peg.

Oh, but, honey, maybe love will work for you.

Go ahead, tell us all about him.

Well, there isn't really much to tell.

Once again, my dear sister is prone to understatement.

But if you want this reporter's opinion...

...I shall now open the bidding at $10.

Shut up, Bud. He's not that old.

Okay, spill your guts.

He's 41.

You are dating a man old enough to be my father?

Peg, she's not dating Lincoln.

Now, pumpkin, sit over here next to Daddy.

Honey, just how much have you loved this man?

Daddy, you know I'm not that kind of girl.

Now, don't get the wrong idea.

He's not like you.

He's a young 41.

I mean, he can still get out of a chair without going:

And he's really sweet.

You know what he calls me?

His little squeeze toy.

Gee, I'd love to meet him.

- You'll be nice to him, won't you? - Don't worry, pumpkin.

I'll show him the same kind of respect any father would show a 41-year-old...

...who dates his teenage daughter.

Daddy, you're the best.

Now, look, I've been on hold for three hours...

...listening to the Muzak version of "Muskrat Love".

Now, I voted for Mayor McCheese, or whatever his name is...

...and I will wait no longer.

Now, I have a streetlight out and a pothole.

I want you to put down your nail polish...

...and sashay your fat, bureaucratic behind...

That's right, your fat, bureaucratic behind into His Honor's office...

...and you tell him that Al Bundy is on the-- Hello?

Hello, operator, this is Al Bundy. I want-- Hello?

Am I truly nothing?

Could the neighborhood children be right?

- What's the matter, honey? - I called the mayor's office.

- When I told them I was Al Bundy-- - Where's the TV Guide?

Oh, honey, that's probably Kelly with her new boyfriend.

Come on, take care of him fast like you do me.

Mom, Dad, this is Harry.

Kill him, honey.

I didn't know Kelly had a sister.

Wait a second.

Towel off, Peg.

Hi, Harry.

Would you lift your chin up and move it slightly to the right, please?

- You got quite a pothole in front, Al. - Yeah, I know.

- It's just about to be filled. - Why don't you let me take care of it?

This is Harry Ashland.

Look, there's a pothole in front of 9764 Jeopardy Lane.

I want it fixed right away.

Consider it taken care of.

Yeah, right.

I've been calling and writing letters.

There's no way in the world the city's gonna be--

Hey, look, everybody, it's the city. They're working.

Peg, they're fixing my pothole.

They must have got one of my letters. I knew I could do it.

Have a banana, Al.

- How'd you do that? - I'm an alderman.

That's a priest.

No, actually, it's like a city councilman.

Well, then why did you want me to call you father?

Never mind that now.

Wait a second. I recognize this guy.

You're the guy everyone says is gonna be the future mayor.

Gee, Al, don't you think it might be against the law to beat up somebody--

Shut up, Peg.

Harry, I got a streetlight out. I hate to bother you with it now...

...but what the heck, we're almost family. Here. Sit down. Peg.

Our finest glass of Kool-Aid for the future mayor here.

Al, can I see you for a second?

I'll be right back.

Play with our daughter.

Kelly, dance for the man.

What? What?

You know, I cannot believe you would put a pothole before your daughter.

Peg, we can always have another daughter.

But as we both know, this is the car I'm gonna have for the rest of my life.

I must protect it. Besides, this guy's gonna be mayor.

If Kelly gets in good with him, who knows?

Maybe someday I'll be the future mayor-in-law.

Think about it. Anything I want. Huh, Peg?

Free donuts, free parking. Just like the police.

Wow, we could speed and make U-turns.

- And litter. - And park in the handicap zone.

Oh, Al.

Mom, Dad, what do you think?

Isn't he great? We're gonna go out now, okay?

Not dressed like that, you're not. Just a second.

There you go.

That's better.

Thank your husband for getting our sewer fixed.

It is a pleasure to serve our neighbors.

You know...

...it's amazing.

The city has fixed the hole, fixed the streetlight...

...picked up our garbage, planted the grass...

...trimmed the hedges and your daddy's nose hairs.

And it's incredible we have Kelly to thank.

You know, all these years we thought you would be the success in the family.

Boy, was I wrong.

Gee, maybe I should throw on a pair of Speedos...

...and parade around in front of Sandra Day O'Connor.

Hey, it might mean a condo by the White House for the family.

- Would that make you guys proud? - Oh, we're proud of you...

Help me out here.

Bud.

Yeah, whatever.

- Here's my little girl. - Mom, I'm going out with Harry.

Not dressed like that, you're not.

Come here.

Let's see.

There.

- That's better. - Bye, Mom.

Oh, Bud, keep getting those good grades.

It'll really pay off in the real world.

My little girl. And to think, because of her...

...we may one day be living in the mayor's mansion.

Oh, come on. He's not gonna marry Kelly.

There's more to being the mayor's wife than dancing around naked on tables.

Now, Bud, don't be jealous.

You're both our children.

It's just that Kelly's our favorite now, that's all.

Hi, Peggy. We were wondering if we could speak with Al.

I don't know. He's been awfully busy.

Please. He's done so much for everyone in the neighborhood.

If he could just spare a little time. Please. Please. Please.

I'll speak to you.

Peg, picture, please.

Oh, Al, please help us.

The paperboy shows us no respect.

We've complained, but he throws our paper in the sprinklers...

...crushing the flowers we planted with care.

He responds to our threats with the bird.

We have nowhere else to turn, Al.

You never come to me as a friend.

When your wife baked a pie, I got no slice.

Now you want a favor.

We were wrong.

We want your friendship.

It is well-known, when I get food, I can deny no favors.

- What can I do for you? - We seek no more than justice.

An eye for an eye.

Kill him.

This does not seem fair, but your paper will be on your porch in the morning

And remember...

...some day I may ask you for a favor.

This day may never come...

...but we both know it probably will.

And if this day does come, you will respond in true friendship.

- Yes, Al. - Yes, Al.

Gee, that wasn't humiliating or anything.

What's the difference?

That 12-year-old punk is gonna get what he deserves.

Al, don't you think you're carrying this thing a little too far?

Never ask me about my business, Peg.

But this thing about the neighbors bringing over food--

Small potatoes, Peg.

What are you saying, Al?

I'm saying pass the small potatoes Mrs. Rickers brought me.

I love these things.

Besides, Bundy favors won't be coming this cheap for long, Peg.

Because the city shoe contract is up for bid, the meter-maid shoes.

And I, thanks to Kelly, got the inside track.

Oh, Al, You didn't come up with an idea on your own, did you?

I did.

I bought 10,000 pairs of meter-maid shoes.

I talked to Harry. The contract is practically mine.

You're looking at the meter-maid foot king of Chicago, baby.

Excuse me, Mom.

But 10,000 meter-maid shoes?

Kelly dating a smart politician?

You guys believing an idea of this man is gonna pay off?

I mean, am I the only one that sees the emperor has holes in his underwear?

Bud, I know you've seen a Bundy failure once or twice before.

But, Bud, this time I'm telling you it can't miss...

...because, Bud, this time it's not just me, it's me and Kelly.

I'll tell you what. Let's go shopping...

...and spend some of that money that's gonna come rolling in.

Well, before we go...

...what's bothering me is that no one's including me in the plans anymore.

I mean, I'm not Fredo.

Kelly's Fredo.

I'm the smart one.

Lately, you guys have made me feel like I'm not part of the family anymore.

So if you'll just tell me I'm overreacting just a little bit--

I'll tell you this.

I'm not letting you take me fishing.

Look at it, Peg. The Bundy empire.

Tomorrow we make delivery, and we pick up a check for $20,000.

Oh, Al.

What wrong, Peg?

Nothing.

I think I just had my first real orgasm.

Here's your paper.

And thank you for not costing me my job.

- What do I owe you? - Oh, nothing.

I paid for your paper out of my own pocket.

This is good.

Forgetting something?

A whole buck.

Get used to living like this, Peg. I was born for this.

This is my decade. This is the Bundy decade.

- Al. - Quiet, Peg, I'm ruminating.

I'm literally drunk with power.

- Al. - Oh, life is good.

But not for me.

Look, Peg, more pictures on page three.

Guess what, everybody.

I am on the front page of the newspaper.

How great is that?

There are no words.

You could've thrown me for a Froot Loop...

...when I heard he was married.

I guess the signs were there if you know how to recognize them.

The wedding ring, the diapers in the back seat of the station wagon.

Late-night calls from that crazy woman, going:

"Stay away from my husband, you home-wrecking little tramp."

Oh, well. Case of rum. Case of rum. That's what I always say.

But you'll be glad to know that this time I am truly in love.

I want you to meet my new friend, Salt Water.

Show Daddy what you can do.

Can I call you Dad?

Isn't he great?

And don't worry, Daddy, this one is single.

Bye.

Peg...

...I spent everything we got on this stuff here.

What am I gonna do?

Well, you could lead the Failure Pride Parade...

...atop a float of meter-maid shoes...

...or is that getting into your business?

White crosses, sunlight. Nothing works on you anymore, does it?

What did I tell you?

There are other forces at work here.

Other dark evil things.

If I had my wish, it would be to get my hands on the foul, loathsome demon...

...that took those pictures and caused the downfall of the Bundy family.