Some things are so amazing,
you have to capture them on film, like UFOs or bigfoot.
Or Joy doing volunteer work.
Cherry... button.
Joy had recently gotten in trouble with the law,
and her deaf lawyer thought it might help sway a jury
if she could prove that she was a giving member of society.
Hey, Earl,
get this on film.
I'm getting ready to hug one of these old coots in a second.
Hey, is that Earl Hickey ?
I recognized that voice as soon as I heard it.
It was Tom Sparks, #50 on my list :
"Kick the lead singer out of my band."
Sometimes great things just happen by accident,
like the way peanut butter and chocolate came together,
or Mount Rushmore, or how we started our band.
Yeah !
Yeah, buddy. Hey, man.
That was hot !
We sounded good.
Randy, where you learn to drum like that, buddy ?
- Right there, just then. - No way.
You know what ? We should start a band.
Van Halen started with two brothers.
We could be Van Hickey...
and Ralph.
Hey, you know, I bet if we played with real instruments
we could have sex with real girls. Yeah ! Rock and roll, buddy !
- Hey, you guys forming a band ? - Damn straight, clown.
You need a lead singer ?
- Yeah, I guess we do. - Hold on, Earl.
How do we know this clown can even sing ?
* Hello, may I take your order ? *
* Would you like to try our new fish tacos ? *
* You can add guacamole for only 99 cents extra. *
You're in, buddy.
Yeah ! Whoo !
Rock and roll, buddy !
The lead singer's the most important person in a band.
The Stones have Jagger, The Who have Daltrey and we had,
well, this guy who looked older than both of them put together.
Hey, it's my band !
Here, let me get my glasses, get good look at ya.
After a couple rehearsals,
we booked a gig at the Crab Shack for 20 bucks each,
but we weren't doing it for the money.
Hey, ladies.
We're rock stars.
You can tell from my rock star pants.
See all the zippers ?
Guess what's in that zipper.
Licorice.
Maybe I'll see what's in the other zippers.
More licorice.
Hello, ladies.
MTV, video games, the Internet.
I think your dad's having a stroke.
I'm not his dad. I'm the lead singer ; the top cat.
Ew.
If I wanted to get hit on by an old guy, I'd move back home.
Let's go.
The fact that Tom was scaring away the chicks
was a bit unpopular with the guys.
All in favor of kicking the old guy out of the band ?
All in favor
of keeping the old guy who's creeping out all the chicks, man ?
Sorry, Tom, you're out.
Oh, yeah ?
Well, maybe the three of you are out.
Did you ever think about that ?
Hey, man, whatever makes you feel better about leaving
as fast as possible, all right ?
Fine.
It was tough, but Ralph was right.
Tom was holding us back.
Could one of you guys give me a ride home ?
I'm not allowed to drive after sunset.
- Oh, yeah, buddy. Come on. - Thanks.
That Friday night, Phish Tahko gave its debut performance.
We even gave out T-shirts
to anybody who promised to take them off after the show.
So, in keeping with true rock star fashion,
after the show we took the chicks back
to Ralph's mom's house and partied in our underwear.
Ralph's mom even made us Rice Krispie squares.
Lookt that right there.
After explaining my list to Tom,
I apologized and offered him the 20 bucks he would have made from the gig.
I don't want your 20 bucks. I want to be back in a band.
Sorry to tell you, Tom, but there is no band.
We played one gig, got drunk, got laid,
sold our instruments to get more beer.
Well, at least you had the one night.
You got to experience the thrill of the show,
the party with the chicks.
See, everybody in here's got, you know, one great memory they can look back on.
You know, like how they climbed a mountain,
how they fought in a war.
I once tongue-kissed a Jamaican woman.
See ?
Everybody's got something.
What do I got ?
Nothing.
You took away my one shot at being a rock star.
You know what, Tom ?
I don't think I can make you a rock star, but
I can sure give you one hell of a memory.
I think it's time to get the band back together.
After renting some secondhand instruments
and explaining my situation to the guys, everybody agreed.
It was time for Phish Tahko to feed its fans once again.
All right, guys, remember, when one of us stops playing,
we all stop playing 'cause that means the song's over.
When one of us starts playing, that means the next song's starting.
- There's still licorice in here. - Hey, T,
I'm sorry about voting you out of the band before, buddy.
That's cool.
No, man, I was young and immature and,
you know, I didn't have much of a father figure
so I didn't know about, you know, respect your elders
and manners and simple kindness even, buddy.
- That's okay. - Who's the old guy ?
Yeah, that's it.
We got to kick Tom out of the band.
All in favor ?
You can't kick me out again.
I'm on Earl's list.
Here.
Right between, um... "I've been wasteful" and
"Slept with Ralph's mom."
"Number 51: Slept with Ralph's mom."
It was true. I did sleep with Ralph's mom.
But it wasn't entirely my fault.
Hey, there.
Which one of you wants to come check out the glow stars on my bedroom ceiling ?
- I do. - Wasn't talking to you, Randy.
I'm looking for somebody a little bit more photogenic.
- I'll go. - Yeah.
Hey, the two of you can take the laundry room.
Are there stars in there ?
Only you, rock star.
Whoo !
After a show, a rock star needs an outlet
where he can let off his extra energy.
Unfortunately, my outlet had a sweet tooth
binged on Jell-O shots.
And there she was.
She wasn't young, but she was conscious.
And besides, she made us Rice Krispie squares.
Earl, did you sleep with Ralph's mom ?
Ralph, look, I'm sorry. It was a mistake.
That's why she always sends you a Christmas card.
If there's a top-ten list
of topics a man never wants to discuss with another man,
I bet "Sorry I slept with your mom" ranks number two.
Right after "Sorry I slept with your dad."
Ralph, I'm really sorry you had to find out that way.
I've always wanted to tell you even before I started my list.
I feel awful.
Me, too, Earl.
You know, I've been racking my brain trying to make this right between us,
given that we're lifelong friends and all.
Seems like there's only one fair solution.
I'm going to have to kill you.
- Kill me ? - Don't take it personal.
Believe me, nobody's going to miss you more than me.
Ralph, you're not really going to kill me ?
You're going to kill me.
I don't really have a choice.
You know, I mean, I thought about cutting your junk off,
but that just don't feel right, buddy.
No, no, no, it doesn't.
Damn, I really painted you into a corner, didn't I ?
Oh, shoot, man, I've been in corners before.
Anyway, listen, given that we're lifelong friends,
I figured I'd give you about 12 hours
to get your affairs in order and say your good-byes, all right ?
Wait, no, no, Ralph there's gotta be a way, man.
Earl, I'd appreciate it if you didn't touch me
with the same hand that defiled my mother.
I'm sorry, Ralph, but there's got to be another way, man.
11 hours and 59 minutes.
Since I knew I couldn't get Ralph to change his mind,
I went to talk to the one person I knew he would listen to.
Anyway, uh... I was hoping you'd talk to Ralph
and get him to, you know, not kill me.
Of course I will.
And don't you worry, Earl.
That boy will do anything I say.
Well, thank you, Mrs. Mariana.
I really appreciate it.
The question is, what are you gonna do for me ?
Clean your rain gutters ?
Ooh, I like the sound of that.
Oh, Mrs. Mariano, I'm sorry, I can't do this.
You don't find me attractive, is that it ?
You don't have to look at me.
I've got five porn channels and four ESPNs.
Wow.
Well, if I were more of a porn or a sports guy,
that'd be a great offer, but I can't do it to Ralph, I'm sorry.
Well, what are you into ? Do you like popcorn shrimp ?
I can put a plate on the nightstand where you can reach 'em.
He's gonna kill you.
Men don't like it when other men sleep with their mothers.
It is why my brother killed my father.
Do you have to leave town ? Why don't we just kill Ralph ?
- That'd keep him from killing you. - That's no good.
Then his spirit will haunt your dreams.
But if he kills you, you get to haunt his dreams. So you win.
Yeah, I don't know if I want to win like that.
I figured I better get out of town until Ralph calmed down.
And since that could take till forever,
I decided it'd be nice to stop by my folks' house and tell them good-bye.
Hey, good buddy.
Ralph, what are you doing here ?
Well, I figured another way out of this mess without having to kill you.
Really ?
Yeah.
I'm going to sleep with your mom.
Yeah, buddy.
Wait, wait. Wh-What are you talking about, Ralph ?
Hey, look who's here.
Hey, Earl.
Ralph came by here looking for you
and he accidentally spilled some tomato juice on his pants.
Yeah, I was all thumbs, buddy. Completely spilled it.
So I told him, "Take those pants off."
And off went the pants.
Now they're in the dryer.
Yeah, now I'm wearing your daddy's robe.
Wait, where is Dad ?
Someone threw a brick through the front window of the store
and he went down there to get the glass replaced.
- World full of weirdos. - Boy, ain't it the truth ?
Seems like you can't even leave the house anymore.
Uh-oh, pants are done. I'll be back.
Yeah. Sweetheart.
She's a sweetheart.
Look, Ralph,
I appreciate you trying to find a way not to kill me,
but there is no way my mom's ever gonna sleep with you.
Oh, you're good enough to do my mama,
but I ain't good enough to sleep with yours ?
No. Look, you're good enough, but
I just don't think she's gonna go for it.
We'll see about that, buddy.
Earl, I got I better go help your dad.
There's plenty of cookies for everybody,
but don't spoil your dinner.
Uh, yeah, just for the record, your mom doesn't like the, uh,
under-the-arms, around-the-side double booby scoop.
I-I don't know what to say to that, Ralph.
Yeah, well, it doesn't really matter, 'cause, uh, your time's up anyways.
Wait a minute.
Hold, hold... What are you doing, Ralph ?
- Let-Let's talk about this. - My mama, Earl ;
I lived in her for nine months when I was just an itty-bitty baby.
That was my first home.
You broke into my home, man.
I didn't break in ; the door was wide open.
Uh, uh, not wide open, just wi-wide enough to get in.
Well, tell it to Jesus. You disgraced his favorite angel.
She is an angel, a princess.
The most perfect woman in the whole world.
I wish I could have married her.
You do ?
Of course.
Keeps me up sometimes just...
you know, thinking about what I missed out on.
Marry my mama.
Yeah, well, I guess what you did wouldn't be so bad
if y'all ended up getting married. Yeah, that'll work.
And that's how I got married to Ralph's mom.
So, me and Ralph's mom got married.
I guess he wouldn't call it a shotgun wedding.
It was more like "a cocked handgun pressed firmly against your temple" wedding.
What a day. What a day.
Well, I'm gonna get out of this dress before I spill something on it and can't return it.
Besides, this tag is digging in my armpit.
Hey, Randy, wait till you see our room, man.
Mom let me get a strobe light.
Just give me a few minutes to put on "Mr. Roboto," man.
I'm gonna blow your mind, buddy.
- I'm glad you're not dead, Earl. - I am, too, Randy.
It's a good feeling.
So, is there more to this plan, or are we just going to live here forever ?
Randy,
you know you don't always have to live where I live, don't you ?
What do you mean ?
Never mind.
Yeah, we'll be here forever.
Getting suddenly married to your best friend's mom
so he won't kill you can have an unsettling effect,
so it felt good to get back to something normal : my list.
Oh, man, I can't believe it.
Phish Tahko lives.
That's right, buddy, the band is back together.
We're playing the Crab Shack Friday night.
Red rover, red rover, send Betty right over.
Just like that, I was a family man again.
So far, this marriage was better than my last one.
My wife cooked, and at least one of my kids was a blood relation to me.
And compared to all the sirens and the loud hooker fights at the motel,
living here was peaceful and homey.
And we actually spent time together like a real family.
And I found it was easier putting these boys to bed than my last two.
Mainly because these boys drank themselves to sleep before storytime.
I know it might sound crazy, but
as far as forced marriages go,
this one was turning out pretty nice.
I guess being married to Ralph's mom was something I could get used to.
Well, at least I could have if not for one thing.
I had a new older wife who expected me to fulfill my husbandly duties.
Sorry. Uh, I just ate a big meal.
My, my doctor says I-I have to wait at least three hours before
swimming or humping, so don't wait up.
And every night that week after the boys went to bed,
I came up with a new way to avoid my husbandly duties.
There's a bunch of birds unfairly attacking a squirrel on the lawn.
I got to get involved.
Don't wait up.
The string came out of my sweatpants.
It's gonna be an all-nighter. The Chinese are on the march.
I'm on hold with Mike from Bombay.
He's trying to walk me through the new toaster.
Randy got out. Got to go find him.
I have to drive three counties over to get some rubbers.
I'm an odd size.
What in the hell's wrong with you ?
Nothing.
I mean, I got a little bit of a crick in my neck, but...
Yeah, well, my mom told me you ain't consummated your holy matrimony yet,
so I'm gonna ask you again : what the hell is wrong with you ?
Ralph, look, making an honest woman out of your mom was easy, but
the consummating part may be a hurdle I can't jump.
So, what are you saying ? My mom's not foxy ?
No, you're mom's foxy...
but you have to admit, she's also...
An angel ? A female angel ?
With female needs.
Now, look, I know this is gonna sound crazy given where we started and all,
but if you don't sleep with my mom,
I think I'm gonna have to kill you.
Fine, I'll do it tonight after the show,
but once I consummate your mom, I'm officially your stepdad
and I won't stand for any more threats on my life.
Done.
So, that was it.
And unlike the last time Phish Tahko played,
I wasn't thinking about how nice it was going to be
to have sex with the girl in the front row.
All right.
Let's get ready to tear the roof off this mother.
Not really, though.
Please, stay off the roof.
Phish Tahko !
Tom, the way you sang tonight, buddy,
I'm definitely coming to your funeral.
We put on a great show,
but I wasn't looking forward to my next performance.
Excuse me.
Since being drunk helped me through this the first time,
I decided I'd better be twice as drunk this time.
Crab Man, shot of whiskey.
* I'm drowning in a whiskey river *
* Bathing my memory's mind... *
Crab Man, another shot.
* Feeling the amber current flowing from my mind *
Crab Man, three more shots.
You know what ? Just, just leave the bottle.
* Whiskey river, take my mind *
* Don't let her memory torture me *
Earl.
Did I do it ?
Is it over ?
Did I consummate my marriage ?
No, but you did try to consummate that barstool.
I just left you two alone.
See you, Earl.
The worst part of the two-mile walk home was that it sobered me up a little.
But I was still determined to make love to my new wife.
The thing was...
...Tom had beat me to it.
The funny thing about being in a band is
no matter how young and good-looking the bass player is,
chicks always dig the lead singer.
So, while I was working hard to lose my grip on reality,
Tom was getting a pretty good grip on Lorraine.
It was clear that me and Ralph's mom didn't belong together.
So after the annulment, her and Tom continued seeing each other.
And Ralph was no longer mad at me
since I'd made an honest woman out of his mom.
And Tom was more than just her new boyfriend ;
he was the father figure that Ralph never had.
And that made everybody happy.
* Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto *
* Mata au hima de *
* Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto *
* Himitsu o shiri tai... *
* You're wondering who I am *
* Secret, secret, I've got a secret *
* My true identity *
* I'm Kilroy ! *
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