[Telephone ringing]
Hello?
(Arnold) Jay, this is Schwarzenegger.
I'm having a private screening of my new movie
just for you.
It's 3:00 A.M. Down by the docks.
Don't bring the police.
[Laughing]
[Ice cracking]
[All screaming]
[All groaning]
[Sighing]
[Both screaming]
It stinks!
[Clicks]
Good day, mates. I'm bogart the roach.
I'm gonna tell you the story of Pinocchio,
a wooden puppet who wanted to be a real boy.
♪ When you make
♪ a real big blunder
♪ have a pint
♪ and then go chunder
this film is just a rip-off.
Jay, boychik,
they paid me good money to be in this cartoon.
And look who they got to do the voice of geppetto.
(Arnold) Ja, that's good. Time for sleep.
I'll be back.
Oh, look, mate. Here comes the beige fairy.
♪[Chimes ringing]
(Robin Williams) I flew in from San Francisco.
And boy, are my Judy garland records tired.
(Pat robertson) For shame, you've defiled a child's cartoon
with evil thoughts.
Captain, I am getting some evil thoughts.
Evil thoughts?
Spock, get that dribble out of your pants.
[Groaning]
(Bob Dylan) It's all right, ma.
I'm only wooden.
The animation is awful.
It's awful, I tell you, awful.
[Inaudible]
Take it easy, Jay. It's just a movie,
and a breakfast cereal, a soundtrack album,
and a line of ultra-flammable children's sleepwear.
What's the matter with you people?
You should be throwing stuff at the screen.
That's better.
[Rumbling]
[Clanking]
Huh?
[Crashing]
Don't move. I've got mace!
Oh, no, wait. It's mousse.
Why am I carrying mousse? I only have 3 hairs.
Oh, not you, number 2!
I loved you most of all.
[Whimpering]
Ah...
Wow, nobody's licked my face
since that hippie who thought I was a hallucinogenic toad.
You look hungry.
Yep, gonna take you home.
You see, this is one new yorker
who hasn't grown cold and heartless.
[Rumbling]
Ha! The joke's on you, New York!
I'm gonna get 5 cents for this bottle.
[Gun firing]
Well, nice shot, you stupid...
chief of police.
[Whimpering]
I'll call you "tiny,"
although your full name will be
un chien andalou.
[Telephone ringing]
[With female voice] Sherman residence. Ethel speaking.
Hi, Jay. You coming to dinner tomorrow?
You promised to help me fill out my college applications.
May I suggest Mrs. pym's finishing school?
I started there, but never finished!
Ah, ha!
Oh, the irony is delicious.
Now shut up!
[Female voice] Don't hit me!
Um, see you tomorrow.
Don't bring Ethel.
Hey! That's no way to behave.
Ooh, cold gravy with skin.
[Chomping]
[Belching]
[Birds chirping]
My first choice is mount percheron.
It's a riding academy in Kentucky.
Don't be silly, margo.
You're going to my Alma mater,
l'universite francaise de hackensack.
I don't want to go to your school.
You have to go.
We've given them so much money.
They even have a statue of your father.
There's a reason there's a banana in my ear.
I'm trying to lure the monkey out of my head.
Margo, I've got it all planned.
You'll gain your Polish at hackensack "u,"
lose your virginity in a parking lot
after a Dave brubeck concert,
and become a doting wife
to a man who wears underwear on his head.
Mother, you just described your own life.
Oh, good lord.
What a complete waste it was.
Well, you've made me what I am today.
Oh.
Tiny, I'm home.
Ow!
Oh, guess you're hungry again.
[Growling]
Oh, no!
He even ate my waffle shaped like Jesus.
I also had a matzo shaped like Moses.
If that's not kosher, what is?
Mmm, ladies,
I've begun to think my life is a crushing bore.
What do you do for stimulation?
The pool man.
My tennis coach.
Wilford brimley.
[Purring]
A fling, eh?
Well, last night I did have a hot dream
about Woody harrelson.
No, wait.
It was woodrow Wilson.
[Knocking]
I'm here to fill your pantry, Mrs. sherman.
Fine.
Where would you like these sweet buns?
Put them on my antique bun warmer.
♪[Disco music playing]
[Grunting]
Never mind that.
Put the cans up there.
[Grunting]
And put the oil above the refrigerator.
I apologize.
It's my big hands.
Is there anything else you desire?
[Oil squelching]
Oh, I get it. You want a tip.
Have a cookie.
[Choking]
Oh.
Franklin, my life is an endless gray corridor.
Mmm, I've been there, too.
Usually there's a midget making googly eyes at me.
I call him Mr. piccolini.
I can't remember the last time I was happy.
My dear, it breaks my heart to hear you talk this way.
If there's an answer, I shall find it,
I swear.
I say, Wilson, my wife is terribly depressed.
What do you think she should do?
Ribbit.
Ribbit, ribbit.
My dear, I think you should rivet.
Rivet, rivet.
[Machinery noise]
Franklin, this just isn't working out.
Forget the rivets, darling.
Krazy glue will hold any surface together!
It's krazy!
Hey, Doris, my mother's bored with her life.
What do women your age do?
Die.
And square-dance.
Hmm.
♪[Country music playing]
♪ Take your partner by the hand ♪
♪ strut like Daniel moynihan ♪
♪ grab your partner, do-si-do ♪
♪ clear the floor for Ross perot ♪
♪ eeh, ah, eeh, ah
♪ I didn't win a single state ♪
♪ blame it on my runnin' mate ♪
that's me!
I'm afraid I'm just not enjoying this.
Mom, the whole point of this is to make new friends,
like dad did.
(Both) Hey!
I haven't made any friends since that chauffeur I hired.
Hoke, slow down. You're going too fast.
I got better things to do
than driving a crotchety old woman like you around.
From now on, my name isn't hoke,
it's Malcolm h.
And when the revolution comes,
you will not be spared.
[Train whistle blowing]
He was my best friend.
[Sighing]
I have an idea.
Why don't you join a charity like "save the whales"?
Really. How do you think they'd react to this?
I know. You could write a book.
A book, eh? Ok.
I'll write a book.
Perhaps a guide to etiquette and manners.
I'll start right now.
Last one out gets a butt full of lead.
[All screaming]
You heard me, Teddy.
Put your pants on and get out.
I, uh, didn't come with pants,
and I'm not leaving with pants.
[Screams]
[Clattering]
Chapter one,
dainty is as dainty does.
Jay, I just finished my etiquette book.
It's called:
Why the poor should be blasted out into space.
You know, we have the technology.
Mom, have you shown this to anyone?
Just shackleford.
Is that madam's plate?
[Squeaking]
I thought I was the only one who did that.
♪ Let's twist again
♪ like we did last supper
mom, I think you should write a different book.
Oh, all right.
Hmm.
(Jay) ♪ honey
♪ yeah, sugar, sugar
♪ where is my candy bar?
♪ I think it was a Charleston chew ♪
♪ there it is
♪ I'm gonna eat tonight
[chomping]
Jay, you've just given me
a wonderful idea for a children's book.
Really? What's it called?
"Jay sherman, the little hunk
that really, really could?"
Oh, yeah.
Hmm.
"The fat little pig"?
Hotchie motchie!
It just poured out of me.
Mother, I'm dropping out of law school
to become a film critic.
Oh, that's terrible.
Just rip out my liver
and whip it into a scrumptious pate.
Don't mind if I do.
[Honking]
This whole story's about me, isn't it?
No, no,
a thousand times, no.
Well, yes, but so what?
Mrs. sherman, you remind me of another first-time author.
His name was Dr. seduce,
and his raunchy children's classic
Morton hears his neighbors in bed
made us millions.
The bottom line, Mrs. sherman,
is that I'm buying your book.
Oh, that's wonderful!
Franklin, did you hear?
Oh, hot diggity. It's a pop-up book.
I'm sorry, Mr. sherman,
we only train dogs with the finest pedigrees.
Uh, I have his papers right here.
[Paper rips]
See? Husky, extra large.
Uh, Mr. sherman,
did we just rip this tag off our pants?
If I ripped the tag off my pants,
believe me, you'd know.
Let us take our leave
before she embarrasses herself further.
"And then the Jenny Craig people said,
'we're sorry, fat little pig. Here's your refund.'"
how can you read this trash?
It's my homework.
Would you say the fat little pig
represents the pig in all of us,
or just you?
All right.
Give me that!
Sorry, dad.
Hey, what's that?
A ski mask? A grappling hook?
Did tiny eat a burglar?
Best I can figure.
[Coughing]
What the...
(children) Fat little pig!
Fat little pig!
Fat pig! Here, piggy! Oink, oink!
Shut up! Just shut up!
I'm not the character from the book!
What book?
Oh, Franklin, people loved my book!
My life has purpose again.
Oh, Wilson,
my wife is happy again.
Hoo.
My wife, Eleanor.
Hoo. My wife, Eleanor.
Hoo, hoo.
[Snoring]
[Thunder rumbling]
[Loud thudding]
[Screaming]
[Growling]
Ahhh! Help! Help!
Or at least put me in a better Spielberg movie!
[Buoy bell ringing]
[Screaming]
[Snoring]
Oh, that's it!
I'm finding you a new home.
Hello, and welcome to coming attractions.
Tonight, we'll be reviewing
Barney the dinosaur, the motion picture.
Just look who got $10 million to play Barney.
(Marlon Brando) This is so humiliating.
You know, I had to lose 100 pounds
to play a dinosaur.
I can't even see through the eyeholes on this thing.
Whoa!
[Groaning]
Hey! Barney's bein' funny!
No, I'm not.
I don't do comedy.
Not since the freshman, that piece of crap.
I don't know what I was thinkin', making that picture, let me tell you.
But first, the futuristic action thriller,
roboclapper.
[Machine gun firing]
Freeze, dirt bag. You're under a...
rrest.
Please don't do that.
Commercials in the movies.
Well, what's next,
thigh masterpiece theater?
[Laughing]
[Pigs grunting]
What the... we'll be right...
just what do you call these?
Well, that there's an eatin' pig,
that there's a snugglin' pig,
and that there's a pig you bring home to mama.
What are they doing on the set?
We're trying to capitalize
on that "fat little pig" craze.
I appreciate you rolling around in your own filth
before coming in this morning.
Shut up!
That pig of yours is all over the country.
Oh, how wonderful.
It's not wonderful.
Look.
Good news, son.
I've found the perfect mate for you.
Her name is Barbie, and she's from Malibu.
Now, she has a boyfriend named Ken,
but he's not much of a man.
I checked.
Mom, your book is ruining my life.
Now, Jay, you're only saying that
because you resent my success.
You think old women should just curl up and rot away.
Oh, oh.
It's times like this
that I wish I had tear ducts.
Oh.
Oh...
Well, I don't know.
Maybe it's just a big thing to me.
Oink, oink. Oink, oink. Oink, oink.
It's not the real Jay sherman,
but an incredible simulation.
Hey, vlada,
you think any of your customers could give tiny a good home?
Why, I would gladly take him myself.
♪ Oh, the t-bone's connected to the mutt loaf ♪
♪ the mutt loaf's connected to the spot roast ♪
I will not let you cook my dog.
Are you suggesting I serve him raw?
Oh, it would save on the electricicals.
Give me that!
[Electric buzzing]
[People screaming] Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem.
Welcome to phillipsland,
home of that log ride
that makes you look like you wet your pants.
[Laughing]
And now, the creator of the fat little pig,
Ms. Eleanor sherman.
[Audience clapping]
I just want you to know
that all the proceeds from this ride
go to the Eleanor sherman foundation
for blasting the poor into space.
(All) We want the pig!
We want the pig!
There he is!
[Snorting]
[Screaming]
Rub his belly!
Grease him up!
Make him squeal!
I'm not a pig!
I am a human being!
And I have feelings, too.
And if you think about it,
I bet there's a scared, fat little pig
inside each of you.
Get him for showing us
the truth about ourselves!
(All) Yeah!
[All yelling]
He's getting away!
Somebody stop him!
Make him squeal!
Dear God, what have I done?
What's going on?
Eleanor sherman is signing her new book.
Why is everyone so angry?
Haven't you heard? She killed off the fat little pig.
♪ Good night, porky
♪ you made me look so dorky
♪ they killed you in new yorky ♪
♪ I hope you rot in hell
how did he die, anyway?
He had a heart attack
while singing and doing a stupid dance.
Ooh!
[Groaning]
Mrs. sherman, how could you kill off your own creation?
Because it was hurting someone I love.
Thanks, mom.
You're welcome, sow.
I mean son.
[Growling]
What a nice doggie.
Sit!
[Whimpering]
Wow. He never listens to me.
I have a way with animals.
I once taught a fish to play badminton.
Match point, floppy.
Hey, why don't you take tiny?
He'd be happier out in the country,
and he can fill your lonely days with love.
Thank you for the dog,
and thank you for the glib, self-serving solution
to my fragile emotional state.
You're welcome.
[Grunting]
Good night, critic fans,
and a special good night
to those of you just tuning in for home improvement.
♪[Merrie melodies theme playing]
[Chomping]
[Slurping]
(Jay) Celebrity voices are impersonated.
No celebrities were harmed
in the filming of this episode.
Excuse me, sir. The show's over.
But I have nowhere to go.
[Chattering]
Shh!