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[instrumental music]

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[whirring]

? Meet George Jetson ?

? His boy Elroy ?

? Daughter Judy ?

? Jane his wife ?

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Mom, can you help me decide on a hairstyle for tonight?

It's kind of important.

They all look good on you, dear.

You're just saying that because you're my mother.

No, I'm saying it 'cause I'm in a hurry.

Why not ask your father?

You got somethin' special goin' tonight, Judy?

Eddie Rocketowski?

A good spaceball player and a better chowhound.

[alarm blaring]

Has he been over for breakfast?

I haven't gone with Eddie

since spaceball season ended two weeks ago.

I've got a new dream lover now.

Well, I hope he's on a diet.

If it'll make you happy, I promise

not to mention him ever again.

Good. Then I'll promise not to worry about it.

Get moving, George. You've got five minutes to get to work.

I haven't had my coffee yet.

Forget it, forget it, forget it.

Okay, okay, okay. Anything else?

Don't forget to drop your boy-crazy daughter

off at school.

Daddy! Did you program that?

[upbeat music]

(Judy) You don't really think I'm boy-crazy, do you?

(George) Honey, there's nothin' wrong with playing the field

until Mr. Right comes along.

Mm, I know. When did you realize mom was the one?

Oh, I fell in love with your mom the first time I saw her.

Yeah, that's the way it happens.

Mom was pretty young when you were married, wasn't she?

Oh, yes, but say, young lady

don't get any fancy romantic ideas.

That was a long time ago.

And things are different now.

Just a little late, depending on your watch.

Or on time, depending on your watch.

Hold it! You blew it again, Jetson.

Or late, depending on your watch.

Mr. Spacely wants to see you.

- Right, on the double. - Wrong! On the quadruple.

In conclusion, I think that Sam Spacely's

educational background will be a perfect compliment

to our company's current staff.

Uh, are there any questions?

And what will Mr. Spacely's duties be?

Uh, young Sam will be involved

in all aspects of production, Jetson.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, in light of the fact

that this meeting took up ten minutes

of valuable production time, all of you will be more than happy

to forego your morning coffee break.

(all) Oh, no!

(Spacely) 'Just one millisecond, Jetson.'

'I have a few words to say to you.'

Uh, gee, Mr. Spacely, I, uh..

Well, about being late you see-

Save it, Jetson.

If you'd been on time for a change

you would have heard that we are acquiring

new executive timber around here.

Of course, that may eventually necessitate

the removal of some dead wood.

Uh, I think I get the drift, sir.

Now, uh, Sam here, shows promise.

But he needs someone to show him the ropes.

Someone who has that sixth sense

so important in the sprocket game.

Is that why you're askin' me to break Sam in, boss?

(Spacely) 'No, Jetson, I can't spare anyone'

'with those talents at the moment.'

'So, I'm forced to depend on you.'

I'd be proud to show young Sam here

the in's and out's of Spacely Sprockets.

I know you'll cooperate with your new boss.

- My new b-b-b.. - Boss.

Your soap opera is on in two minutes, Rosie.

Shh, not so loud.

Hurry, Mrs. J, you don't wanna be late.

Late? Late for what?

- Whatever you're late for. - But I-I don't-

- Of course you do. - Do what?

Mrs. J, if you can't remember all the things you have to do

how can you expect me to?

Oh-oh-oh, okay, i-if you insist.

I thought she'd never leave.

And now from Pluto, we bring you the game show

where only newlyweds compete.

"Let's Get Married."

Let's get comfy.

(George) 'Yes, Sam, Spacely's Sprockets'

'is one of the premiere'

'sprocket manufacturing plants'

in the universe.

And I'm quoting right out of Mr. Spacely's manual.

'Here we have the heart of Spacely Sprockets.'

'The sprocket stamping machine.'

'Notice how painstakingly each sprocket is shaped..'

'...molded, dipped, and cooled.'

Ow! Not quite cool enough.

[yawning]

And a little too painstakingly for my taste

as we used to say at MIT.

You attended Moon Institute of Technology?

Graduated when I was fourteen

took my master's at VMI.

Venusian Megabucks Institute?

Right, and the buzz words were always the same.

Volume. Volume, Jetson.

Sam, uh, Mr. Spacely, sir

uh, I-I wouldn't touch that dial.

- And initiative, Jetson. - No! No!

No-no must be turned into yes-yes.

And that's why new blood is needed around here.

Look out!

boom

As we used to say, "Don't be afraid of failure

as long as it leads to success."

I'm sure there aren't many around left to say that.

Jetson! Look at this mess.

It'll take days to get this equipment back online.

- Who's responsible? - Well, you see, sir.

- I, uh- - You, Jetson?

I should dock your pay for a month for this little stunt.

You'll have to set a better example for my nephew, Jetson.

This is our billing department.

'It's well managed by our robo-accountants.'

Hm, better managed by half the number.

- Sam, what are you doin'? - Uh, sorry, fellows.

But I'm sure you won't mind taking a short hiatus.

[metal clanking]

Sam, don't do this.

Trim the fat, Jetson. Trim the fat.

Okay, 3-CPA

what airhead just lost the current invoices

for Jupiter?

'Jetson! What in the galaxy are you doin' here?'

- Uh, Sam was just- - Oh, shame on you, Jetson.

Trying to blame an innocent youth

for the failures of a middle-aged man.

'You're above this, Jetson. Not much but a little.

B-but, Uncle Cosmo-

Don't try to cover for him, Sam.

Get up to your office where you can't cause

any more damage than usual.

Busy morning like that makes you hungry, doesn't it, Jetson?

Uh, why don't you get me a Plutonian pizza

an order of French fries and a Martian malt?

Uh, and get what you want for yourself.

I don't think your uncle would like me raiding

his executive menu-later.

Are you kidding? Executive perks, you know.

Any problems, I'm right behind you.

Uh-oh, I can depend on that.

- Hi, are you alone? - Yeah, are you?

Yeah, is the elopement still on?

You bet it is.

Where do you want to rendezvous?

My house tonight.

Does your uncle know about this?

Nobody does.

It's gonna be the surprise of the century.

Your uncle said there's no such thing as a free lunch

till I told him it was for you.

Jetson, in the future, kindly knock before entering.

- 'My own office?' - Sorry, Jetson.

A personal call. A very private personal call.

- Well, here's the- Huh? - Oh, forget it.

Two times when a man isn't hungry, Jetson.

When there's work to be done, and when he's in love.

(Rosie) Home already, Miss Judy?

Um, I've got something kinda secret going on this evening

and I need your help.

What kinda help, Miss Judy?

Maybe I shouldn't get you involved.

Involve me, involve me.

- I won't tell. - You promise?

I swear on my mother's rechargeable batteries.

Well, I've got this friend

who wants to get married but-

But she's afraid to tell her parents.

- Especially her father. - Of course.

He probably thinks they're too young to get married.

Right, but people like mom and dad got married

when they were almost as young as

um, the people I'm thinking of.

Well, Miss Judy, if you're sure that these friends of yours

are made for each other, I'll be more than glad to help.

Time for "The Edge Of Space", Rosie.

Who cares?

I got a soap opera romance

right here at home.

[antenna beeping]

Oh, Jetson, isn't it customary

to have the boss over for dinner?

- Sometimes. - Uh, good.

- 'How about tonight?' - Gee.

I-I'd love to, but not tonight.

My wife's at a woman's club meeting and-

That's alright, George, I'm not picky.

Uh, how does a cold pizza, soggy French fries

and a warm Martian malt sound to you?

Sounds like we're eating at my house.

- Hi, daddy! - Is this that, uh..

Never mind, never mind.

And-and welcome to this friend, whoever he may be.

I'd like you to meet, uh..

...a business associate of mine, Sam Spacely.

He'll be having dinner with us.

Oh! Hello, Sam.

Uh-uh, glad to meet you.

Come on, Mr. J, I could use some help in the kitchen.

(George) 'The kitchen?'

I hardly expected to see you

arrive here with my dad.

Yeah, do you believe it?

We're working together at the plant?

Don't worry, Mr. J, these things have a way of workin' out.

What things? What are you talkin' about?

Uh-uh-uh, no things. I-I was just thinkin'.

Uh.. Well, uh, they do make a nice couple.

Who does?

Uh-uh-uh, who does, uh, oh, nobody does.

You said, they make such a nice couple.

- Now what's goin' on, Rosie? - Uh, nothing.

Nothing's goin' on, Mr. J.

Uh, how could you be so suspicious?

Just because somebody says some other people

make a nice couple, doesn't mean Judy's gettin' married.

Judy? Getting married?

Malfunction. Disregard, disregard.

Never mind that, I'm disregarding your disregard.

- Now what's this about, Judy? - Judy, Judy, Judy.

Uh, correction. Not Judy. Ancient history malfunction.

Make that Juliet, as in Romeo and Judy.

Uh, correction. Juliet.

Wait a minute!

Judy was tryin' to tell me somethin' this mornin'.

And I'm tryin' to tell you somethin' right now.

Don't go into that living room.

Oh, okay, Asteroid. We'll be right down.

- Asteroid's in the car park. - Oh, let's go!

Bye, daddy! Bye, Rosie!

I won't be home until late.

Thanks again, Judy for helpin' us out.

Are you sure you wouldn't like to be my maid of honor?

Gee, I'd like to, but I have to be over at school

for the big game and a big date.

It's no use, Mr. J.

[grunting]

crash

Orbitty, give me a hand, will you?

Okay.

Upsy-daisy!

Sorry, folks, but I have to stop my daughter

from marrying some clown.

Ha-ha-ha, some other clown.

(Cogswell) 'Another perfect day!'

'I managed to undercut Spacely on two contracts. Ha-ha-ha.'

But you didn't make any profit on the deals, Mr. Cogswell?

Who cares! It's a matter of principle.

And I just love to stick it to that Spacely.

Oh, a message for you, Mr. Cogswell.

Dear daddy, by the time you see this

I'll be on Pluto marrying Sam Spacely.

Please try to understand.

Your little princess, Asteroid.

What? What's she talking about?

My little princess married to a S-p-p-pacely?

Are you alright, Mr. Cogswell?

Of course, I'm not alright. Get Spacely on the phone.

Spacely, you little weasel.

Of all the dirty tricks you've pulled on me

this is the worst.

Wha-what? What trick?

How dare you let your twerp of a nephew

run off with my daughter?

Run off? Your mouth is running off.

- What are you blabbing about? - Watch my lips, Spacely.

They are getting married!

My favorite nephew marrying that woof-woof daughter of yours.

- Not if I can stop it. - You'll stop 'em?

I'll stop them first.

(Cogswell) You don't even know where they are.

I don't trust you, Cogswell.

But this time, we better stop them together.

Get over here, right away

and we'll take my limo to Pluto.

That broken down heap of space debris?

It'll never make it. I'll pick you up in my limo.

(robot) Sorry, we're booked solid.

All of the wedding chapels are busy?

There's a large group of Venusian polygamists in town.

Got things tied up until next week.

But we can't wait!

There must be something we can do.

When in trouble, improvise.

Well, I'll check one more time.

Uh, wait a minute, here's something.

There's been a fight at that game show, "Let's Get Married."

You wanna get married on TV, you got it.

- We'll take it. - Right.

Let's let the universe know how we feel about each other.

Boy, I'd like to let the universe know

how I feel about mywife.

[engine revving]

Pardon me, were Mr. and Mrs. Spacely just married here?

I am sorry, sir, all marriage information

is strictly confidential.

Excuse me, it's time for my Lubra-coffee break.

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- I now pronounce you- - Oh, no, you don't.

Oops! Oh, ha-ha. Ah, pardon me, kids.

Would the usher please show this gentleman to the door?

Jetson! What in the universe are you doin' here?

Uh-uh, Mr. Spacely

as fine a young man as your nephew is

I think that he and my daughter

are a little young to get married.

Jetson, what are you talking about?

Mr. Cogswell!

Spacely's nephew is marrying my daughter

not yours.

You mean Sam and Asteroid Cogswell?

[laughing] What was I worried about?

Jetson, you were supposed to look after my nephew.

If my nephew gets married, you're fired.

And I'll see to it you'll never work again

anywhere in this whole galaxy.

I guess I got plenty to worry about.

(man on TV) 'It's time for everybody's favorite

'romantic game show, "Let's Get Married."'

And first upon today's show

is a real Romeo and Juliet story.

The future Mr. and Mrs. Spacely

Sam and Asteroid.

Come on, we've gotta get over to the studio

before it's too late.

(male 1) 'You know what, if that last couple'

'had only battled it on camera'

it might have added a little interest to this tired show.

Yeah, when she decked him with that one-two

it could've made the fight of the week.

Trouble with this stuff, it's so predictable.

If there'll be anyone who can give reason

why this couple should not be joined

in holy wedlock, let him now speak.

(Cogswell) 'I've got a couple hundred good reasons.'

(Spacely) Not nearly as many as I do.

How can you marry this bum?

What do you mean bum?

(Cogswell) 'Quiet, you little, space shrimp.'

- Put 'em up, you four-eyed. - H-hey!

- Throw those guys out! - Are you kidding?

This has the makings of a fight of the century.

Mr. Spacely, Mr. Cogswell.

(both) Stay out of this, Jetson.

Daddy! I'll never forgive you for this, never.

Come on, Sam.

Hey! Where are they going?

'They can't do that. Get 'em!'

Bailiff, the next case, please.

I assume that you are the plaintiff, young lady.

Uh, what seems to be the problem?

[sobbing] My father and his uncle

they won't let Sam and me get married.

Yeah, they're trying to break us up.

Asteroid, princess! Come back here.

I'll take it you are the defendants.

This man's woof-woof daughter has entrapped my nephew!

His stroppy nephew has seduced my daughter into marriage.

Please! One at a time!

You may proceed.

Your Honor, my father thinks

Sam isn't good enough to marry me

but he's really a fine young man.

He's a bum.

Sam is a talented executive at Spacely Sprockets.

Uh, ask my trusted employee here

uh, George Jetson.

Would you agree with that statement?

Uh, well, Your Honor.

(Spacely) 'Go ahead, George, tell the truth.'

Uh, well, he's brought

some new and very interesting ideas

to Spacely Sprockets.

See, dad, I love him.

We wanna get married.

W-well, princess, is it really that important?

It means everything to me.

(Cogswell) 'Well, if you really feel that way.'

Sam, if-if you marry this girl

I'll-I'll-I'll fire you!

Too late, Spacely, he quits.

He's working for someone who recognizes young talent.

Oh, no, you don't, Cogswell.

You're not gonna pirate my executive staff.

I'm doubling his salary.

Mr. Spacely!

(both) Stay out of this, Jetson!

I'll triple your salary.

You can't take my son-in-law away from me.

I'll give you a vice presidency and a liberal raise.

I'm sorry, Uncle Cosmo

but I don't feel you appreciate

the contributions I've made today.

'Like stepping up sprocket production.'

You turned up the volume?

(Sam) 'And trimmed the fat in accounting.'

You pulled the plug on the accountants?

I think you're right, Sam.

I won't stand in your way.

I rule that no grounds

for the denial of this wedding exist.

Great, if you'll all just come back with me to my show

we'll continue with the ceremony.

You're out of order!

I'm marryin' this couple, right here.

(both) I object, Your Honor!

Objection, overruled!

Get back to your own show.

I hear it needs an audience.

By the power vested in me

by the Intergalactic Broadcasting Network

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

Yes, indeed, Spacely.

Not only didn't I lose a daughter

but I gained a son, who knows the inner workings

of Spacely Sprockets.

[laughing]

(Spacely) 'Jetson!'

Uh, gee, Mr. Spacely, how much could Sam know?

He was only with us for one day.

Don't try to con me, Jetson!

I know what you did.

Cogswell didn't lose a daughter.

He gained another incompetent vice president.

[laughing]

Does that mean there's an opening on your executive staff?

Hm, you're right, Jetson.

'My nephew, uh, Harvey Sonicblast'

'would be right for the job.'

(Jane) George Jetson, of all the ridiculous ideas

thinking Judy had run off to get married.

Yeah, where would I ever get a dumb idea like that?

Uh-uh-uh, I think hear the Memo-Minder calling.

Daddy, I thought we were closer than that.

Honey, I'm sorry, I jumped to those conclusions.

I should've known my baby better than that.

I think we all should be more trusting of our children.

Besides, how could I possibly marry Sam

when Harvey Sonicblast

has just asked me to go steady.

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