Original subtitles

BENDER: Ah, beer.

So many choices

and it makes so little difference.

FRY: How about Lobrau?

It has dots on it.

Overruled! The choice of champions is

Pabst Blue Robot.I can't drink that.

The metal shavings make my throat bloody.

Waah, waah, baby wants his Zima.

Hey, hey, hey, we can all fight when we're drunk.

Now, listen, why don't we just brew our own beer?

You can brew your own beer?

Sure, the kids at the Orphanarium used to do it all the time.

[ heavenly chord plays]

[ crashing]

Cursed bacteria of Liberia!

My own son, suspended from boarding school.

It's not my fault, Dad.

PROFESSOR: And you, Cubert!

I cloned you from one of my warts

and I can send you straight back in there!

Nuh-uh!

What's going on?

Is this angry yelling

or busted hearing aid yelling?

I'm afraid it's both.What?!

Now, hold on. Everyone cool your daiquiris.

Let's give the little vermin a chance to explain themselves.

It was self-defense, Mom.

Just look at this letter the principal sent.

We were in science class

and we had just finished building

a miniature black hole.

That was easy.

Pretty scrawny black hole.

It must be hungry.

[ scoffs]

Black holes don't need food.

Neither do nerds!

My Manwich!

[ laughing]

That's it, Brett-- you've compressed our lunches

to a singularity for the last time!

Salt him, Dwight!

[ groaning]

When I re-solidify, I'm going to put you in a world of goop.

[ both whimpering]

See? That bully started it.

We couldn't fight back with brawn, so we used our brains.

I warned you not to use those things!

Let's see, we've got our malt, our hops...

We just need a big, disposable tub to mix it in.

Yo.

Now it needs to boil for a couple hours.

[ whistling a tune]

[ video game beeping]

Dwight, you remember the crew. [ grunts]

Crew, you remember Cubert?

[ all grunt]

Wonderful! Then I'm sure you won't mind

being their legal guardians for a month.

Well, well

if it isn't my old friends

Stretch-Pants...

No-Pants and...

Idiot.

We're making beer; I'm the brewery.

I heard alcohol makes you stupid.

No, I'm... doesn't.

Actually, Dwight, you're right--

alcohol is very, very bad.

For children.

But once you turn 21, it becomes very, very good.

So scram!

Oh, man, I'm sick of this.[ grumbling]

[ electronic beeping]

Hey, Dad.

What useless contraption are you half-baking today?

Whuh?

Oh, this is my latest invention--

a device that lets anyone sound exactly like me.

[ Professor's voice]: Good news, everyone-- I'm a horse's butt.

I am? That's not good news at all, you little...

[ whimpers like Professor]

What's this device's marketability?

Who's the target consumer?

There is no target consumer-- only targets.

Targets that will tremble in fear

as their new masters hand down edicts

in my glorious booming voice!

[ own exaggerated voice]: Now, quit pestering me, you confounded scoundrels!

[ to "Get Up, Stand Up"]: ♪ Stamp it, file it, oh, yeah

♪ Send it overnight...

Can I collate that?

No.Can I shred these contracts?

No!

Wow! A power stamper!

[ all yelling]

Now look at all the work I got to do!

Ow!

[ both laughing]

[ loud belch]

Mm. The ingredients are cooked

and they've picked up some of your natural robot flavorings.

Time to add the yeast.

Yeast? You mean... I'll have a life-form growing inside me?

[ voice breaking]: It's so beautiful.

[ blows nose]

[ phone ringing]

Talk to me.

This is Professor Farnsworth.

I have an important delivery for you and your dumb crew.

You must deliver a pizza to Dogdoo Eight

a planet at the edge of the universe.

[ Professor's voice]: Sorry I can't come down to say good-bye

but I'm busy inventing useless junk.

And I smell bad.

[ both giggling]

[ giggling continues]

[ video game beeping]

Hey!

[ groans]

If you were my kids, you'd get quite a talking to.

From your father.

When he got home from the senate.

Oh, bother! What have they done now?

Those pork dumplings sent us on a fake pizza delivery!

The address was on Dogdoo Eight

but the universe ends right after Dogdoo Seven.

Child-mon, is this true?

Yeah, but why are you mad at us?

Your dummy brigade wasted a week on an obviously fake mission.

Plus, they're making bootleg beer inside company property.

Lies! Lies and slander!

[ loud belch]

Accusing gentle Bender of a misdeed?

That's the last straw!

You boys have been underfoot long enough!

You jerked the words right out of my mouth.

We're their fathers, and it's high times we acted like it.

Ooh-hoo-hoo, here comes violence.

[ clears throat]

Get a job, you lazy kids.

Uh, I guess if you want children beaten

you have to do it yourself.

Come on, Dad, shuffle faster!

You don't want to miss the unveiling of our new company, do you?

Company?

[ laughing]

How cute.

What will you be peddling?

Lemonade? Shoe shines?

Cootie insurance?

Perhaps they've constructed a teddy bear hospital.

[ both chuckling]

Actually, we're starting a competing delivery company.

Welcome to the world of business.

[ both grunting]

[ both grunting]

Hey, who's going to use a delivery service

with a kicked sign?

Nobody, that's who!

But we already have a client signed up.

We're delivering the Daily Supernova.

[ Hermes chuckling]

So your delivery company

is just a cute, harmless paper route.

Whew!

No. It's a serious business.

Yes, it's a tremendous responsibility, all right.

[ chuckling]

What if a paper were to land in a puddle?

Civilization as we know it might get splashed.

[ both chuckling]

DWIGHT: Why do they always treat us

like dumb kids?

We're practically old enough to find the Fox Network infantile.

Yeah, we'll show them.

All Awesome Express needs

is a sturdy interstellar delivery craft.

Voila!

You got a quarter?

Man, the ad said to allow four to six seconds for delivery.

[ scoffs]: More like seven.

[ yells]

I'm really starting to swell up with beer.

I must look ridiculous.

No. You have a healthy glow.

[ belches]: Oh, my God!

I just felt it ferment!

Ooh! Let me feel.

Have you thought about what to name it?

I was thinking Benderbrau if it's an ale;

Botweiser if it's a lager.

I hope it's a lager, so I can take it to a ball game.

[ loud belch]

[ laughs]Ooh! I felt that one!

[ hammering and drilling]

[ squeaking and clicking]

Oh, there's a crack in the hull here.

That could cause explosive decompression.

Put a sticker on it.

Off on your first delivery, eh?

You be careful, my little tinkler.

Remember we used to call you that, huh? Tinkler?

Gets moving!

Those newspapers won'ts deliver themselveses.

Only the Sunday edition can do's that.

Goodness, there must be 50 papers in that bundle.

That's a big number, 50.

Yeah, if you're an idiot.

Three, two, one.

All systems go.

Blastoff!

[ pedals squeaking]

See you at din-din!

I'm blowing you a kiss!

Mmmwah!

[ blows]

Aah! Take evasive action!

PROFESSOR: It's closing in. You can't avoid it.

It's a cheek seeker.

And... gotcha!

CUBERT: No...!

[ Cubert spitting repeatedly]

[ dog barking]

[ barking]

[ dog squeals]

Yeah!

[ both laughing]

[ flashbulbs popping]

Business is down, so I have filed papers

to have you all reclassified as slaves.

[ wheel squeaking]

PROFESSOR: Well, well

if it isn't our little munchkin moguls.

Would you just...

What's the trouble, men?

Need some penny rolls for your profits?

Actually, thanks to Dwight's brilliant accounting

and my unaccountable brilliance [ snorts]

our paper route now has over a million customers!

We're finally making more money than you guys!

Aren't you impressed now, Pops?

Aren't you? Aren't you?

Uh... in a small way, yes.

But you still don't have your own building

or conference table or...

or one of those things.

Hello.

Our dads are never impressed, no matter what we do.

Maybe we should start a fire.

If we really want to impress them

we'll have to crush them-- with strategy...

"Dwight Lightning."

Very well, but I get to name the next strategy.

ANNOUNCER: This week

on The Real World-- The Sun

[ man screams]

I'm burning to death!

Oh! You know how much

an apartment that big would cost

on the sun?

People, as you know, our young sons

have become great successes

in the very same field as us.

Yay!That's great! All right!

Naturally, we're humiliated.

That's why we need you, our loyal crew

to make Planet Express 800% more profitable.

We'll start by slashing salaries

and this time I mean reallyslashing.

Uh, guys, I don't know how to tell you this

so I'll just let Fry blurt it out thoughtlessly.

We don't work for you anymore!

[ gasps] What?!

Dwight and Cubert

made us a better offer.

We're paperboys now.

Incoming! We got papers to stuff, team.

Hup to, hup to.

Yes, sir.Right away.

We're on it, Mr. Farnsworth.

Folks, the situation is grim, but we shall prevail

thanks to you, our crack team of loyal dregs.

I don't even know who this guy is.

I'm Scruffy, the janitor.

Yes, of course you are.

Now, we've got to buckle down

and save Planet Express.

I'm on break.

[ slow crunching]

Sorry to interrupt this whirlwind of activity

but we have an announcement.

I direct your attention to these forms

which I'm presently engaged in handing to you.

Sweet guinea pig of Winnipeg, they've taken over our company.

Balderdash! I never agreed to that.

No, but you did declare yourself dead

three years ago as a tax dodge.

Tax dodge nothing.

You take one nap in a ditch at the park

and they start declaring you this and that.

Either way, I technically inherit your building

andyour spaceship

which means Planet Express is now...

[ machine beeps]

Awesome Express!

You rotten kids!

Uh, will you be hiring?

No.

You rotten kids!

[ grunting]

There, one million papers folded and loaded.

Hey, Leela, help me apply

these flame decals I got in my cereal.

They'll make the ship go faster.

And what's your scientific basis for thinking that?

I'm 12.

Oh... Did I ever tell you

how I used to own that ship?

There but for the grace of God.

[ gobbling]

♪ Nice little brewskie, don't you leak ♪

♪ Daddy wants to drink for at least a week. ♪

[ stomach rumbles loudly]

Oh, my God!

I think it's time!

Hurry, Leela, get some coasters and cold mugs.

[ Bender groaning]

FRY: Push, Bender, push.

[ groaning]

You're doing great.

It feels like I'm trying to push a waterbed out of me.

Almost there, just two more bottles.

Is it okay?

I can't hear anything.

[ slurps]

It's an ale-- five gallons, six ounces.

[ moaning]

Hey, what's going on?

This is a delivery company, not a delivery room.

We just busted our buns

delivering a million papers

and this is how you greet us?

With a bunch of frosty cold beers?

Hey, wait a second.

How did you deliver a million papers in one hour?

Uh... we just did, okay?

'Cause we're awesome.

Yeah. Yeah.

Awesome. Awesome.

[ telephone ringing]

Hello, Awesome Express, the rude, crude delivery dudes.

How may I direct your call?

What's that?

You haven't gotten your paper?

In how long?

[ many phones ringing]

Might a homeless old man have a touch more beef bourguignonne?

And another tequila slammer?

Please?

Don't you sweet-talk me

you wrinkly old tube sock.

May I have one, too, wife?

You're both pathetic

being jealous of your own offspring.

You should be happy that they became successes

instead of following in your footsteps.

Oh, it's true, but they grow up so fast.

We just wanted a few more years

of being better than them.

They're so stinking talented

they don't even need their fathers anymore.

[ weeping]

[ door slams]

[ running footsteps]

Dad!

We screwed up!

You did?

Tough luck, suckers.

Please, help us, Pops.

We agreed to deliver way more papers than we could handle.

But we couldn't handle 'em

so we started dumping the extras

in a crater on the moon.

And now everybody's yelling at us

about their missing papers.

And we don't know what to do.

[ kids crying]

[ fathers laughing]

Oh... Oh...

Why did you boys do all this?

We just wanted you to be proud of us.

Proud of you?

You ruined us with sleazy business practices

and a complete disregard for human decency.

Of course we're proud of you.

Damn right we are.

Now, come on-- let's go do

a little father-son weaseling out of this.

PROFESSOR: Good thing I had this net installed

for catching giraffes.

Okay, boys, let me show you

how a paper mandoes it.

Au revoir...!

Can I use the gun, Dad?

Oh, what kind of father would I be if I said no?

Only one house to go.

We did it!

[ cheering]

Yeah!

[ gasps]

Run away. That bully Brett Blob lives there.

He's ugly, mean, stupid, stink mucus

and last week we sort of broke his window.

All right, all right-- what do we do

when we break somebody's window?

Pay for it?

Oh, heavens, no.

We apologize-- with nice, cheap words.

[ doorbell ringing]

I thought I heard the doorbell

but I see it was the dork bell.

[ laughing]

Uh, you made a funny good one, Brett.

Now, now, no need to give us the business.

We'd like a word with your daddy.

Whatever. Dad!

Don't worry, boys.

I'm sure his father

is a perfectly normal, reasonable man.

What the hell do you want?

Mr. Blob, our sons have come to apologize

for damaging your window.

They've learned their lesson and they want to make amends.

I'm sorry, sir.

Yeah. Sorry.

You can shove your apology

into the bottom of your one-way digestive system.

Now, see here-- we assured our sons

that you'd accept their apology.

Aww. Tell you what.

I'll accept their apology when they kiss my ass--

which I don't have.

[ laughing]

No one gives my boy that option.

Bring it on, Jello Pop.

Yeah! Get him, Dad!

Show him who's boss.

[ pained groans]

Get him... Pops.

Hooray?

[ dog yapping]

[ growls]

That was incredible!

You are the bravest dads in the entire trauma center.

You guys almost had him-- until he digested you.

Aw, you're good kids.

[ coughing]

If I could feel anything right now

it would be pride.

[ screaming] [ screaming]

I was wrong! I can still feel pain!

[ knocking]

[ shrieks]

He's come to finish the job.

Someone toss me out the window!

No, no. Wait.

I-I feel terrible about what happened.

I've just been under a lot of stress lately

down at the plant, you know.

They're bringing in computers to "improve productivity"

and... well, that's no excuse for how I acted

but the boy needs to see that real men

solve their disagreements with words, not violence

so, uh... if you'll accept my apology, well

I hope we can put this embarrassing incident behind us.

Mmm. I suppose. Oh, ah...

Hey, chumps!

I heard you were on the ass end of an ass-kicking

so I figured you could use a couple of these little babies.

Oh, why not?

Might as well live it up

as long as I've got this catheter in me.

Won't you join us, Mr. Blob?

Sounds like a plan.

This is what makes life worth clinging to--

three fathers enjoying a day out with their sons.

[ bottles clink]

It would seem we've taught our boys

a lesson about life.

Man or blob, it's what's inside that counts.

[ muffled shouts]