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Today is a great day for the Bundys.

Daddy paid the water bill.
How do you do it, Al?

As overseer of the vast Bundy fortune,
I came up with a bold financial plan.

I sold my blood.

All right. It is time to cut
the ceremonial ribbon.

Peg, as someone who's been...

...symbolically cutting
things off for years...

...will you do the honours?

I declare this the Al Bundy faucet...

...which, like its namesake, has been
dry lo these many months, open.

Okay, here we go.

It's the water! It's the water!

Oh, Al, it's so brown on the first day.

And crunchy too.

Now, don't waste any of this stuff.

This crunchy stuff is life-giving
vitamins, minerals and asbestos.

All right, who wants Bundy iced tea?

I do! I do!

Okay, here we go.

Oh, boy.

It's like Christmas, our birthdays
and the Fourth of July all in one.

Toast.

To Dad's blood.

And the poor sap who got it.

Well, it's brown, just like I like it.

I think I broke my tooth.

- There you go.
- God is good to us.

Yes, he is.

Must have been a washer.

- Lucky duck.
- Yeah, lucky indeed.

I got lumpy water
and you're the family that loves me.

Who could ask for anything more?

I could.

And I believe it's time for one of you
ingrown toenails to get a job.

So can I have a volunteer?

No one? Gee, really?

Wait a second. Something's missing.

Pretend I have money.
Everyone put their hands out.

Yep, there's a hand missing.

I'm late.

Congratulations, pumpkin.
You just volunteered.

Come on, kid. This could get ugly.

We're going to the park
to pick up some chicks.

You know the routine. Find a girl,
tell her I saved your life in Nam...

...and I no longer have
any feelings left in my hands.

The only thing that could bring it back
is the touch of a beautiful woman.

That's "woman." Let's not have any
stupid mistakes like last week, okay?

Hey, I'm 6.

- You should know better.
- So should you.

He was carrying a cat and singing
show tunes, for God's sakes.

Al, don't do this to my baby.

Oh, my God.
He's gonna ask me to get a job.

Don't do this, Al.

Throughout history,
Wanker women have done nothing.

And we're proud of it.

Why, we sat on pioneer couches
at the backs of wagon trains.

We slept late during Indian attacks...

...and had our hair done while
our husbands had theirs scalped.

You know, the West is speckled
with graveyards...

...filled with the bodies of men
who died before their time...

...supporting Wanker women.

Don't break the chain, Al.
Don't break the chain.

Pumpkin, I have something
that I have to tell you.

Oh, my God,
he is gonna ask me to get a job.

- It's okay, it's okay. Come on, sit down.
- Yes, yes, yes.

There, there, there,
my little leech, there, there.

Now, honey, let me explain this
to you by telling you...

...about the plough horse
that had to pull the heavy wagon.

- What was the horsey's name, Daddy?
- AI.

The horsey in your story
has your name, Daddy.

Yes, he did, pumpkin.

Anyway, he pulled and he pulled.

And then on the road,
a big red cow jumped onto the cart.

Wouldn't it be funny
if the cow's name was Peggy?

And before he knew it, little horsey
after little horsey jumped on the cart...

...until poor Al collapsed in a heap
and died a horrible, twitching death.

That was a good story, Daddy.

Indeed.

But, honey, the story doesn't
have to end that way.

If a little horsey would help out...

...maybe the Al horse
could save a few bucks...

...and then go
to the nudie horsey bar.

So in fact, your little story
is just a thinly veiled allegory...

...a Metamucil, if you will...

...to convince me by imagery
to get a job.

How coincidental
that it should come now...

...while I have been so busy thinking
about the emptiness of my existence.

I know I must have
a greater purpose.

Maybe I should get a job.

Now, now, red cow.

Sweetheart, all I can tell you is
you're gonna love work.

I do.

I really don't.

So you think you got what it takes
to be a burger waitress?

Let's see your application.

It's blank.

Well, you got what it takes
to be a burger waitress.

So is there any training
that I have to do?

Well, let's see.
Do you know what a plate looks like?

Excellent!

Do you know
what a table looks like?

Excellent!

Now, you take one to the other.

Do you know which one?

Well, the table would be too heavy
to take to the plate.

Ergo, as Shakespeare said,
the plate's the thing.

You are a find.

Feel good about yourself, missy.
You have chosen a profession...

...in which many great Americans
have rotted away their youth.

Now, smile.

- What was that for?
- That's a "before" picture.

- What is "harginher"?
- That's hamburger.

The H is silent, you illiteral.

Well, I assume "flies" means fries.

Now, what is this?
"Two balls and a chick quacker"?

That's two bowls of chicken soup...

...and quackers.

Well, "ugg" on my face, eh?

Well, listen...

...I just want to tell you, you're the
stupidest girl I've had working here.

And that says a lot,
that says an awful lot.

In fact,
you are one whopping moron.

So you wanna go out with me later?

I would rather stick my nose
in the deep fryer.

That is, if there's enough room for it
with the mouse in there.

Hey, I worked an hour
to get half of that out of there.

Besides, the people seem to like it.

We call them Cajun fries.

We're almost out.
Could you set a couple of traps?

And set them on "stun,"
they stay fresher.

There she is! There's my little girl.

The first Bundy woman
to have ever worked.

Jefferson, get a picture of me
and my little girl in her place of work.

Okay. Say "ptomaine."

Hey, didn't you take my picture once
when I was on a cruise?

I think I was
with Florence Henderson.

You think if I was that good-looking
guy from The Love Boat...

...l'd be doing this?

No, I'd be rich.

Another picture, captain?

I mean, Fonzie? Al.

Yes, yes, one right over here.

Oh, look at this.
This is my baby's first tip.

Get a picture of this.

Now get a picture of this.

Pumpkin, I want you to know that
this is the proudest day of my life...

...and will remain so until the day
your mother leaves me.

Let's go, Jefferson. I'll bet you can't
wait until your firstborn gets a job.

Well, by the time
my first kid is born...

...l'll have already been gone
eight months.

Children, this is the last stop for
our school program "Scared Smart"...

...in which we learn that being cool
in high school does not mean success.

To demonstrate, I give you
the former queen of our high school.

She was so pretty and so popular...

...and she dated all the male teachers
and my husband...

...and my boyfriend, who was only 16,
but God, did he earn that A.

Anyway, she learned nothing
in five years of high school...

...and you worshipped her for it.

You used to know her
as Kelly Bundy...

...but now she answers to the name
she'll carry for the rest of her life.

Hey, waitress!

- It is Kelly Bundy!
- Oh, my God.

I've got to get to the library!

Well, Ms. Bundy,
now that you're a waitress...

...l'd like to give you a tip:
Stay away from my new husband.

He's 18 and still peaking.

Well, he'd have to peek.
He wouldn't want to look at it dead on.

- I'm hungry!
- You know the rules.

Never eat
until your sister gets home.

Now we eat!

Man, look at the grease on this bag.

Always the sign of a fine restaurant.

Come on there, get in there.

Oh, man. Look how much some guy
left over from his hamburger.

The sap.

- Dad, want some mashed potatoes?
- Yes, I would.

Well, we'll get rid of that.

Buck, will you bring me
my fuzzy slippers?

Thanks, boy.

Hey, I'm sorry.
I didn't bring you anything.

God, I did him a favour.

The only thing worse
than serving the food is eating it.

Well, these fries are delicious.

Look, this one's curly
like a mouse's tail.

I want my mommy. Where is she?

Well, your mother's
kind of sad about something.

I don't know what it's about.

I didn't ask her
because then she'd tell me.

Say hello to your daughter.

I don't have a daughter.

If I had a daughter,
she would never work.

Nobody knows the trouble I've seen.

Nobody knows the sorrow.

Hey, food!

Daddy, I'm thinking
of quitting my job.

Pumpkin, no!

You can't quit your job.

And I say that not because
I'm giddy with nutrients...

...and starting to get feeling
in my right foot.

It goes deeper than that.

- Well, then why?
- For one reason, pumpkin.

Because Bundys are losers,
not quitters.

And I like to think that I recognize
a little bit of loser in you.

Oh, Daddy.

So that's it then, I'm a waitress.

Oh, God.

So pumpkin...

...you thought you were meant
for something more, didn't you?

- Yes.
- Me too.

But we weren't.

Hey, Bundy, wanna go
to a movie with me later?

Maybe. What's playing?

Hot Buttered Me.

That's a good one.

Oh, my God. What am I saying?

What did I almost just do?

What have I become?
What is to become of me?

What am I sitting in?

What is the meaning of life?
What is being and nothingness?

Why is everyone staring at me?

Oh, that's right. Because when
I talk like this, people can hear me.

When I talk like...

...l'm talking now...

...people don't hear me.
I have to remember that.

Hi, honey.

I came to tell you that I have forgiven
you for the terrible thing you've done.

- You mean working?
- Now, we don't have to say that word.

Save that kind of bad language...

...for when you're hanging around
street corners with the boys.

It's enough to say,
"A mother forgives."

Oh, great hair.

No, no, no, honey,
what you're doing now is thinking.

When thinking makes sounds
in your throat, then you're talking.

I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you.

You weren't supposed to,
I was thinking.

Oh, you have really grown up.

Excuse me, aren't you Kelly Bundy?

Actually, I'm her younger sister.

Wow, you must have had a wild life.

Not lately.

I'm Kelly Bundy.

Wow, you must have had a wild life.

Well, not lately.

- So, what can I do for you?
- Well, you were always my idol.

I thought you might help me.

I've been grounded
and I've got this party to go to...

...and every kid in town with a tattoo
is gonna be there.

- The Rodriguez affair.
- Yeah.

But I can't go, and if I don't,
I'll be socially dead.

You must go.

Mom, she's grounded. And it is wrong
to openly defy your parents.

You're gonna have to sneak out.

But what if they check my room?

Well, before you sneak out,
tell your mother...

...she's looking like your father,
then tell your father...

...it's that time of the month, you've
got cramps and you wanna talk.

No one's gonna check your room,
talk to you or look at you for days.

Oh, wow, you're a genius.
How do you know all this?

How does the turkey
know how to fly?

He just knows.

I am so proud of you.

- Why?
- Well, two reasons.

First of all, during all this...

...these people have been starving
for food and you've just ignored them.

I think I see
a little bit of Peggy in you.

Second thing, honey, is I think
you have finally found your calling.

Why, this diner
is like a husband to you.

It gives you shelter and money...

...and you don't have to do anything
to earn either.

So this just might be the answer
to my quest for the holy pail.

My purpose is to pass on
my experience and knowledge...

...to the young.

Serving a burger
with a side of wisdom, if you will.

It's nice to know that despite
the fact that you've got parents...

...and teachers and brothers
and sisters...

...friends and guidance counsellors,
policemen and priests...

...that there is somebody that
you can go to when you need help.

And that someone is Kelly Bundy,
philosopher waitress.

Hey, where's my food?

Drop dead.

And stay in school.

Okay, I'm gonna answer
your questions in order.

Sandy, always bring a toothbrush...

...because you can cheat on your
boyfriend, but not on your gums.

Miss Parker, if you insist
on going out with 18-year-olds...

...have enough sense
to bring along your own protection.

Safety is everyone's responsibility.

- Thank you.
- Thank you so much.

Good luck, girls.

Here you go, sir.