Original subtitles

? Meet George Jetson ?

swoosh

? His boy Elroy ?

? Daughter Judy ?

swoosh

? Jane his wife ??

swoosh

[music continues]

[theme music]

(Elroy) 'Hey, Judy, I need to borrow one of your'

'laser optic-tronic hair curlers.'

Hmm, let me guess.

You need it to curl another one of your hairy inventions.

You got it. My scientific triumph, Evolutia.

An invention that's a true experience.

Well, it can't be as bad as the experience I had

with the automatic makeup applicator you invented for me.

Look!

Hmm, just needs some fine-tuning.

I'll get to it after I finish inventing Evolutia.

Why? What's it do?

Invent a better inventor than you?

Evolutia will adjust my brain ahead

in terms of human evolution.

Hah! I'll settle for it adjusting your brain ahead

enough for you to remember to return my curler.

He he he.

Go on, laugh.

But wait till you see how brilliant I am

on my, ahem, makeup test tomorrow.

Did you say makeup?

[laughing]

splat

splat splat splat

clang clang clang

crash

thud

[instrumental music]

[clattering]

- Hi, Rosie. - Hi, Roy Boy.

creak

crash

Aarghh!

Let's see.

Crater sonic scrunscer valve is open.

Electrochemical fiberistic lasers are tetrovated.

And the curler goes...here.

Retch, play retch.

Not now, boy, I'm busy.

Hmmm, maybe I need a test subject first.

Oh, Judy!

You wanna come in and try somethin' for me?

(Judy) 'Not a chance.'

Rosie, good old Rosie. Always my pal.

What is it, Roy Boy?

Wanna try somethin' that'll make you smarter?

Thanks, but I'm already smart enough to stay away

from that thing.

Hmm, why not?

Wow, it works!

(Elroy) 'Incredible! It must be way into the future.'

Maybe, a hundred years.

Uh-uh.

More? A thousand years?

Uh-uh!

More than that?

Uh-huh.

Ten thousand years? Oh, my God, it even thinks!

Boy, will I ever pass that test tomorrow!

Hey, put me down!

slurp slurp

Hmmm, it looked better advanced a little.

Well, I guess I'm ready to take the big step myself.

- Play retch? - Oh, come on, Astro.

I told ya, not now.

'I'm on to somethin' real big here.'

Relp!

[gurgling]

[machine whirring]

Oh, no! He's evolved back in time.

He's prehistoric.

Oh, Astro, I-I just gotta get you back to normal.

[grunts] This dumb joystick is stuck.

boom

Well, that's the end of that invention.

Good thing I got you back to normal before it broke.

(George) 'Hi, everybody, I'm home!'

Come on, Astro.

(Elroy) 'Hi, dad.'

Hi, daddy. Did you have a good day?

Yeah, but I worked over an hour-and-a-half.

Spacely doesn't give a hoot

about abiding by the five-hour work week laws.

He's a slave driver.

Jetson, this is your slave driver calling.

We've got an emergency

on our new sprocket cookie assembly line.

No problem, boss. Count on me.

Nothing's too big or too small for George Jetson to solve.

Good. The thermodynamic electrons

in the cyclothermic gas mixture

is creating a counterforce ratio.

And no one knows what the hyperkinetic

balance quotient should be.

Uh...huh?

Ew! Yuck!

And they taste terrible.

Jetson, I want you to get down here

immediately with the answer.

boink

Boy, oh, boy, I might have an answer

if I only understood the question.

(male #1) 'Readjust the cyclothermic gas mixture to 99.3'

'and it will work perfectly.'

Elroy, you know this is much too advanced even for you.

I didn't say anything, dad.

- Don't look at me, George. - Not me, daddy.

It was I who spoke.

You most assuredly will find

that what I said was perfectly correct.

Astro, you've turned into a super genius!

Genius? Hah!

I now have an IQ of 4237.

So, you see, dear boy, I'm not as dim-witted as that.

- Astro, you're sensational. - He's wonderful.

Jumpin' Jupiter! Astro got it right.

And that's the toughest problem in all of hyper-liquid algebra.

Elementary, Elroy. Not the least bit challenging.

Astro, are you sure you know what you're doing

with Rosie's controls?

It's a simple procedure, but you must realize

any improvements I make are severely limited

by the fact that this robot was originally engineered by..

...uh, excuse the expression, human minds.

There. In spite of the basic design limitations

she'll operate more efficiently.

(Jane) 'That's remarkable!'

'She'll get a month's work done in five minutes.'

Hey, this is incredible.

Do you realize Astro is the world's smartest dog?

You mean world's smartest super brain.

World's smartest? Please.

Galaxy's smartest, by a scant 3800 IQ points.

(Elroy) 'What's that you're watching, Astro?'

Just absorbing the entire content of the main library

of intergalactic knowledge at high speed.

You mean your brain is taking in the entire encyclopedia

and things like that in seconds?

Hmm. A through N took me two seconds

but M through Z was faster.

Now, that's a good doggie.

Say, Astro, uh, how's about us going

to the park so you can play fetch?

Boring. That kind of thing just somehow doesn't appeal

to me anymore.

Yeah, uh, sure, Astro. I understand.

(George) 'Astro has better things to do.'

Really, you don't need me.

I can just jot down the answer for you.

And get cheated out of showing off my super genius bow-wow?

Not a chance.

I washed all the windows, scrubbed the bathrooms

painted the bedrooms

and done all my works for the next three years.

[groaning]

thud

Pity. They just can't build them well enough to keep up

with advanced technology.

whoosh

Now, this is what I call zip.

What did you do to that jet car, Astro?

Just a simple camerational adjustment at the thrometers.

(Astro) 'No, no, no!'

At this increased velocity

you've got to brake 7.84 seconds earlier.

[sighing]

Well, I can improve the car

but not the driver.

crash

[glass clinking]

I'm sorry, Mr. Spacely.

Jetson, you maniac, you're fired!

Yes, sir, but you should know I've solved

the cookie production problem you mentioned.

You have? Uh, perhaps, I was a little hasty.

Well, it's not really my solution.

My dog gave it me. Tell him, Astro.

Go ahead, boy, tell him.

[panting]

[barks]

Is this your idea of a joke, Jetson?

Just get in.. Ahh-choo!

Just get into that plant and fix that thing, Jetson.

Your..

Ahh-choo!

Please, Astro. Count to ten backwards maybe?

Oh, come on, boy.

Uh, would you settle for just shaking hands or rolling over--

(Spacely) 'Jetson!'

e-ee-yahh-choo

crash

Why, Astro?

Why'd you have to make me look like I'm crazy?

Can't you see?

A pea-brain like Spacely

could never absorb the idea of a superintelligent dog.

No telling how he might react.

Uh, I suppose you're right, about being a pea-brain, I mean.

Yuck! These cookies taste worst than Spacely said.

Hmm, it's exactly what I said it was.

If I adjust the hydrothematic set screw control to 99.3

that will do it.

Jetson, you've done it. You're a positive genius!

And, uh, I'm sorry I was short with you back there.

[spits]

I think you should have a raise.

Ah-choo!

Um, and a big new responsibility.

(Spacely) 'From now on, you're my second assistant'

'to the supervising vice president'

'in charge of every control device in the place.'

Second assistant to the superintending

vice president? I'm overwhelmed!

You got the right man, Mr. Spacely.

And believe me, you won't regret it.

Good then. Eee-ah-choo!

Oh, and George, I've figured out

what's causing all the sneezing.

I'm allergic to that mutt of yours.

Now get him out of here!

Get him out?

B-b-but Mr. Spacely, I mustn't, I-I can't.

I want that dog out of here now!

Astro, will you show him you're not just a dumb dog?

Please, Astro, show him!

[Astro barking]

[sneezing]

slurp slurp slurp

Jetson!

Ahh-choo!

[instrumental music]

[clattering]

boom

[growling] Jetson!

[clattering]

(Spacely) 'And stay out! You're fired!'

You know, another thing about you humans

that's at a truly primitive level

is job security.

(George) 'Oh, well, one nice thing about not havin' a car'

you get to walk a lot more.

Astro, here, boy. Astro!

Where did that dog go?

Come on, Astro, we don't have time for that.

Now, there's a game player if I ever saw one.

Yes, he may be a dog, but he's--

How about it, sport? Wanna try some of the other games?

Me? Nah, afraid we don't have time.

Solving the magic cube shows you have superior mentality.

But are you ready for Chess-O-Matic?

I developed Chess-O-Matic myself.

The world's first absolutely unbeatable

computer chess player.

Unbeatable, hah! The think is junk.

Yes, sir, Chess-O-Matic has made Swifty's Game Shops

a galaxy-wide operation with 287 outlets.

Nobody can beat it, but they love to try.

For a little wager, of course.

Go ahead. Do what I tell you and we'll make that thing

look dumber than a dime store gum machine.

Well, we're gonna need the money alright.

Okay, I'll give it a whirl.

That's a sport! Let's bet, say, five dollars.

You do have a bank card, don't you?

Let's say ten dollars.

Boy, there's one born every minute.

Your move, sport.

Move your rook to level three and take his knight.

'That's it. Now, move your queen.'

Yes, sirree! Nobody's ever..

Hey, what's going on?

[automated message] 'Checkmate.'

'Player wins.'

I guess you owe me ten dollars...sport.

Oh, yeah? Well, I don't know what went wrong

but I know you can't beat it again.

- It's impossible. - 50 bucks says I can.

(Swifty) 'You're on.'

Checkmate! I win again.

The odds on your winning again are a zillion to one.

- Wanna try, sport? - Nice, shop.

What do you say you put it up along with the other 287?

That's everything I own. And what do you put up?

Well, fair's fair, everything I own.

(George) 'My apartment, my bank account, everything.'

Okay, you're on.

Oh, and by the way, get that dog out of here.

Can't you see the sign?

Don't sweat it. Just watch me through the window

and I'll give you all the right signals.

[intense music]

And my bishop moves forward..

(George) 'Uh, I mean my bishop moves left.'

And for my final move..

[gasps] Oh, no!

[buzzing]

[instrumental music]

Huh! And to think I once enjoyed this kind of company.

(Astro) 34-14-29..

[dogs barking]

Goodbye and good luck!

Poor, poor, dumb things.

What you mean we have no car and no place to live?

Dad, what happened to Astro?

Can you hold it down a little?

I'm watching my favorite game show.

No job, no hope, nothing.

And it was all Astro's fault.

That's the last time I will ever travel coach class.

Why's everybody looking so glum?

Glum? Hah!

Why should our total ruin make us glum, Astro?

Astro, you're alright!

I'm more than capable of taking care of myself, dear boy.

You wanna go for a walk?

Frankly, I couldn't think of anything more boring.

I feel like..

...like I've lost my best friend.

And I feel like I've lost Rosie

who is flat on her back for six months with exhausted circuits.

To tell you the truth, Astro, you're no fun for me

I'd have more fun with the big furry computer chip.

I know that, Elroy. It's just the way things are.

I know how much trouble I've caused all of you.

And you know how bored I've been.

So there's one only thing to do.

I'm applying to the Saturn campus

of Oxford University for a full professorship.

I'll be leaving immediately.

You leave for Saturn?

Astro, there's no need for that.

You can't go, Astro.

(man on TV) 'So this is your fun-filled host, Wink Martiandale'

'saying so long from Brainbusters!'

Tune in tomorrow when some lucky contestant

might just win a Winky million dollars.

[audience applauding]

That's it! With Astro supplying the answers

we could enough to buy back our apartment.

- And a new car! - And everything else.

Will you do it, Astro?

I suppose I owe it you.

But then, it's definitely goodbye.

So, let's give a big welcome to our first contestant

Mr. George Jetson.

[audience cheering]

And he wants to have his bow-wow with him for luck.

Isn't that cute, folks?

[audience cheering]

Good luck, daddy.

You can do it, George! Oh, uh, I mean, Astro.

I don't want you to go, Astro.

And now it's time for our contestant

to enter the Brainbuster booth.

(Wink) 'Can you hear me, George?'

Yeah, I can hear you, Wink.

Ooh, but you'll wish you couldn't when you hear how hard

the first question is.

Aren't we devils?

[audience cheering]

And now, for one quarter of a million Winky dollars..

Calm down. Just say exactly what I tell you

and it'll be fine.

Got it, exactly what you say.

Using the Fleederman theory of light ray refraction

how long would it take a spaceship to reach

the eighth moon on the far side of the Planet Krell.

Maybe, he should've brought along a rabbit's foot

instead of his good luck doggie, huh, folks?

[audience laughing]

[whispering]

Exactly 3 hours, 26 minutes, and 47.5 seconds.

Wha-what.. That's absolutely correct!

[audience applauding]

He got it! I didn't think it was humanly possible!

It wasn't, it was dogly possible.

Just think! Everyone in the galaxy is watching

our George and our Astro.

Isn't Wink Martiandale an absolute doll?

We had some great old times, Astro.

[sniffling]

I'm gonna miss you, boy.

That's correct again for one-half million Winky dollars.

[audience applauding]

Now, George, do you wanna quit, or go for the full million?

Wink, we Jetsons have never been quitters.

The plant! It's changed back to normal.

That means Astro is gonna change back, too.

Whoopiee!

Here's your one million dollar question.

'What is the exact chemical composition of the Planet Krell'

'in the Googula Galaxy?'

[whispering]

The chemical formula is .3275 times the square root..

[barking]

What was that? I didn't get that answer.

- What's wrong, Astro? - I ron't row.

I'm sorry, but that answer is incorrect.

But you can still win half a Winky million by answering

this last question.

What's the matter with daddy? Is he putting us on?

Sound like what he ought to put on is a flea collar.

Attaboy, Astro, change back to normal!

Name the asteroid which fell onto the planet Saturn

on the morning of June, the 6th, in the year 2012?

Come on, Astro boy, what's the answer?

slurp

[Astro howling on TV]

[howling continues]

[cheering]

Astro, you're my wonderful doggie again!

(Wink) 'I'm sorry, but you've lost everything, Mr. Jetson.'

Relroy!

Astro! Good to have you back to your old self!

Sure. What's losin' a million dollars

compared to having him drool like he used to?

[doorbell ringing]

The door.

That must be the new owners.

Yeah, I guess it's goodbye apartment

goodbye everything.

Jetson, you're a genius.

Mr. Spacely.

Now, Mr. Spacely, don't yell at me anymore.

I've lost everything, and I don't need any more bashing.

Bashing?

George, I'm not here to bash you.

I'm here to see if you'll come back to work

in the Spacely Sprocket Cookie Division.

But Mr. Spacely, they tasted terrible.

Were you somehow able to improve them?

No, they still taste terrible...to humans.

But to dogs, they're sensational.

Well, I'll be darned! But why do you want me back?

'Cause I saw you on the Wink Martiandale Show.

And nobody could possibly know my new product like you.

You'll be perfect for Spacely Dog Cookies, Jetson.

(Spacely) 'You think like a dog.'

But I haven't got a car to get to work.

I'll give you a company car.

And I don't have an apartment, we're losing this one.

I'll buy it back for ya. Anything. Just say yes.

I accept.

Oh, but I must have a technical advisor.

Huh? Who?

Astro.

Ah-ah..

Why? What do you need..

Ah-choo!

What do you need him fo-for..

What do you need..

Ah-choo!

Is he something special?

Ahh-choo!

No, thank heaven, he's just a plain old ordinary dog.

[Astro howling]

[theme music]

Repair and Synchronization by Easy Subtitles Synchronizer 1.0.0.0