"A Fishful of Dollars (1ACV06)" Episode Capsule Part Two

S01E06 A Fishful of DollarsretroMay 30, 19995 weeks later1 post by 1 posteralt.tv.futurama
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= Quotes and Scene Summaries =

% It's late at night in the Robot Arms apartment building, and Fry can't % sleep. There's a constant squeaking noise eminating in the room, % which becomes so irritating that Fry bursts up in bed with his hands % over his ears.

Fry: [gasps] I ... can't ... take it anymore. They've been at it for hours! [knocks on the wall] Give it a rest, you two!

% We pan over to the apartment next door. It's a small, nearly empty % room occupied by two robots, whose torsoes are shaped like springs and % are contracting and expanding, while their upper bodies bounce up and % down. The robots are playing cards at a table. One robot reaches % over to the shelf, grabs a can marked "oil," and pours some into his % joints. He yells "Sorry!" through the wall.

% End of Act One (0:22)

% Back in his bed at night, Fry is fast asleep, and a dream sequence % begins. He dreams he's sitting in a crowded classroom, and the % teacher (an old woman) greets them.

  Teacher: Good morning, class.  I trust you've all prepared for today's
           final exam.
      Fry: [raising his hand]  Uh, excuse me, I missed a few lectures.
           What subject is this?
  Teacher: [points to the chalkboard]  Ancient Egyptian Algebra!

% The chalkboard, we see, is crammed with minute equations, including % numers, letters, heiroglyphics and some nonsensical characters. Fry % gasps "What a nightmare!" and the teacher points out to him that he's % wearing nothing but his underwear. The class laughs.

Teacher: Young man, I think it's time you learned a lesson about LightSpeed-brand Briefs.

% She uncurls an overhead map on the wall, but instead of a map it's a % diagram of a pair of stylish red underwear. A smarmy announcer's % voice and some cheesy rock music come out of nowhere, and he begins % telling us about LightSpeed Briefs as if it were a commercial.

  Announcer: LightSpeed fits today's active lifestyle, wheather you're
             on the job or having fun.  LightSpeed Briefs ... style and
             comfort for the discriminating crotch!

% As he speaks, we're shown Fry reenacting the scenarious described, % while wearing a pair of LightSpeeds. Then a final logo of the briefs % is seen, and Fry sits up in bed screaming. He comments on the weird % dream he just had, and about how he'll never get back to sleep. He % does, though, almost instantly. The next morning, the crew are % gathered around the table in the Planet Express TV room, and we join % their conversation already in progress.

    Fry: So, you're telling me they broadcast commercials into peoples'
         dreams?
  Leela: Of course!
    Fry: But how is that possible?
  Prof.: It's very simple.  The ad gets into your brain, just like this
         liquid gets into this egg.

% Farnsworth holds up an egg, and injects a needle (filled with yellow % fluid) into it. That very second, the egg explodes, pelting everyone % at the table with egg-yolk.

   Prof.: [unphased]  Although, in reality it's not liquid, but gamma
          radiation.
     Fry: That's awful.  It's like brainwashing.
   Leela: Didn't you have ads in the 20th century?
     Fry: Well, sure, but not in our dreams.  Only on TV and radio.  And
          in magazines.  And movies.  And at ball games ... on buses and
          milk cartons and t-shirts and bananas and written on the sky
          ... but not in dreams.  No siree.
  Bender: Quit squawking, fleshwad.  Nobody's _forcing_ you to buy
          anything.
     Amy: Yeah, I mean, we all had commercials in our dreams, but you
          don't see us running out to buy brand-name merchandise at low,
          low prices.

% Amy's comment leaves the crew pondering for a minute. They all burst % out of their seats at once, and out of the room. Later, at the "Alien % Overlord & Taylor" mall, some annoying violin music plays incessantly % over the loudspeakers. They enter the mall and immediately start % going their seperate ways. Amy and Bender are confronted by a lady % holding a perfume bottle, which is "the latest fragrance from Calvin % Clone."

% When Amy declines a free sample, the lady happily sprays her anyway, % and Amy runs off cursing, with a pink cloud of perfume trailing along % with her. The lady then moves on to Bender, and before he can even % finish saying "no thanks," she puffs a big, smelly cloud at him. % Bender looks at her in awe for a moment, then a little pipe with a % nozzle at the end extends from his mouth and covers her from head to % toe in oil. She coughs, and we cut over to Leela, who's being % examined by a beauty consultant.

Woman: What a lovely face! We just need to draw attention _away_ from the eye area.

% From behind Leela's head, we watch the woman apply some objects to % Leela's face, and some electric sparks sizzle for a moment. When % she's done, she raises up a mirror, and we both see that Leela's lips % have now been outlined with a thick, white line. Leela groans. % Meanwhile, Fry is examining an in-store display for LightSpeed briefs % ("As Seen in Your Dreams") and carries a 3-pack over to the man at the % counter.

Fry: Can I try these on before I buy them? Man: I'm afraid I can't let you open the package, but you can try on the demo pair.

% The man lifts up a beat-up, smelly pair of LightSpeeds from behind the % counter (holding it at the end of a stick), and sprays it with an air- % freshener. In a try-on booth, Fry (now undressed) slides on the demo % pair and flexes his muscles for the mirror. Despite his actual % appearance, the mirror depicts him with a heavy, muscular figure, and % even depicts two fictional women in bikinis standing beside him. Fry % is disappointed to see a small sticker in the corner of the mirror % which says "OBJECTS IN MIRROR ARE LESS ATTRACTIVE THAN THEY APPEAR."

% While Amy and Leela search through racks of clothes, Bender is in the % nearby Robot Accessories department, shoplifting. He sneaks up on a % display for "Mom's Old-Fashioned Robot Oil" wearing a light-green % sweater, and stuffs as many cans as he can under it. With his sweater % stretched and stuffed to the brim, he waddles over to where Amy and % Leela are, and when Amy compliments his new sweater, he stutters % uncomfortably, tries to act innocent, and waddles away. A small, red % object that looks like a security camera floats overhead and follows % him. Meanwhile, Fry is tapping his fingers at the counter while the % man price-scans his package of LightSpeeds.

       [price-scanner beeps]
  Man: Thirty dollars, please.
  Fry: [incredulous]  Thirty dollars?  I can't afford that.  Unless ...
       [looks inside his wallet] ... do you take VISA?
  Man: VISA hasn't existed for 500 years.
  Fry: American Express?
  Man: 600 years.
  Fry: Discover Card?
  Man: [cheerful]  Sorry, we don't take Discover.
       [the rest of the gang walk over]
  Amy: Hey, he's springing for LightSpeeds?  Pretty ritzy.
  Fry: Naw, I can't afford them.  Bein' poor sucks.  What kind of world
       is this where they advertise things not everyone can afford?
  Amy: Quiet, there's an ad coming on!

% They all look over at a grid of TV screens on the wall. All the % screen displays are simultaneous, and we zoom in on one of them. It % depicts an old woman sitting in her rocking chair by the fireplace. % On the wall behind her is a picture of three young men. Some % sickeningly sweet music plays and she addresses the audience with % "Hello, shoppers, it's me, Mom" in a tender voice.

Fry: Who's the rocker jockey? Amy: G'uh! It's Mom, the world's most huggable industrialist.

         Mom: Call me old-fashioned, but when my robot starts to squeak
              like an old screen door, well ... that's when I reach for
              a can of Mom's Old-Fashioned Robot Oil.  [holds up a can]
              And, remember, Mom's Robot Oil is made with 10% more love
              than the next leading brand.
  Disclaimer: "Mom," "Love" and "Screen Door" are registered trademarks
              of Mom-Corp.

% The ad ends, and Bender starts to struggle under the weight of the % stolen merchandise in his shirt. A lot of squeaking and grinding % comes from inside his sweater, and Fry comments that maybe Bender % could use some of Mom's oil. A few cans fall out of the sweater and % clunk onto the floor, a swarm of red security cameras (seen earlier) % collects overhead, and two Peace Officers turn towards him.

   Bender: [matter-of-factly]  I'm boned.
  Officer: Freeze, scuzz-bot!
   Bender: Uh, there's obviously been some sort of a mistake here.
              [More stuff falls out of his sweater, onto the floor.]
           I'm sure there's ...
              [more stuff falls]
           I say, I'm _sure_ there's ...
              [more]
           That is, I'm sure there's a _very reasonable_ ...
              [more]

% Bender is starting to attract the attention of other people. He's now % standing knee-deep in a pile of stolen merchandise, his sweater still % bloated, and the Peace Officers are looking at him sternly. The scene % changes to the NNYPD building, where Fry, Leela and Amy are emptying % their pockets for an officer. A pile of coins sits on the counter.

    Amy: Do we have enough money to pay Bender's fine?
    Fry: [counting]  78 ... 79 ... 79.50!  Crud, we're 50 cents short.
  Leela: [resentful]  I'd love to chip in, but Bender stole my wallet.

% Fry looks out the window and sees the exterior of the "Big Apple % Bank." He recognizes it as his old bank, and speculates that his % account might still be open. So they visit the bank, and as Fry % stands in line for the bank teller, he leans over to let a tiny camera % zooms in and out on his eyeball. His two friends stand beside him. % The teller (a woman) types at her computer.

  Teller: Hmmm, we don't seem to have your retina scan, your fingerprint
          _or_ your colonic map on file.
     Fry: Well, I did open the account over a thousand years ago.  What
          about my ATM card?
          [she dusts off an old ATM machine and plops it on the counter]
  Teller: Do you still remember your PIN number?
     Fry: [scanning his card]  Sure.  It's the price of a cheese pizza
          and a large soda back where I used to work; Panucci's Pizza.
  Teller: Okay!  [reading her screen]  You had a balance of 93 cents ...
     Fry: [smarmy; to his friends]  Alright!
  Teller: And, at an average of 2.25% interest over a period of 1,000
          years, that comes to ... 4.3 billion dollars.

% Fry stares. Fry has trouble breathing. Fry waters at the mouth, and % he faints while his friends watch, concerned.

% End of Act Two (5:51)

% A banner is hung across the wall: "Congratulations, Fry!" The crew % all give a toast to him. We're in their apartment in Robot Arms, the % place is lavishly decorated, and Fry sits on the couch smoking a % cigar, watching his friends mingle. As the end of the cigar starts to % deteriorate, an ashtray with tiny, mechanical legs runs across the % table and catches the ashes, then runs away again. Nibbler is sluring % up his own glass of champaigne next to the couch. Bender and Leela % talk to each other by the window, wearing fancy clothing.

   Leela: I know Fry's rich, but do we really have to wear these top-
          hats?
  Bender: Maybe you don't understand just how rich he is.  In fact, I
          think I'd better put on a monocle.

% Bender reaches into his chest cavity and pulls one out, then puts it % over one eye. He gestures at it, egging for Leela's response. The % party scene quickly ends and it's the beginning of a music montage as % we see all the things Fry spends his newly acquired wealth on. First, % we travel to Le Spa, where Fry and Leela enjoy full-body massages, and % a man in overalls gives Bender a buffing. Bender moans.

% Next, the three of them walk down a wall of paintings, including such % masterpieces as the Screamer and Mona Lisa. They point to the Mona % Lisa, and a man happily removes it from the wall for them. The % painting is then loaded into a catapult and shot into the air so that % our stars can shoot high-tech laser weapons at it, and it explodes % midair in a thousand pieces.

% The montage ends at a small restaurant off the streets of NNYC, % Original Cosmic Ray's Pizza. The crew sits in a booth by the window % (clockwise from the window: Leela, Bender, Dr. Zoidberg, Fry, % Professor Farnsworth, Amy), and a robot with a chefs' hat is % approching them.

         Fry: Pizza dinner on me!  [they all cheer]
              [business-like]  Just keep the tab under 50 million
              dollars.
  Robot Chef: [brooklyn accent]  Yo!  [whistles]  I haven't got all day.
              What kind of pizza you'se guys want?
         Fry: Uh, yeah, we'll have, uh ... one with everything but
              anchovies and, uh, one with my all-time favorite topping,
              anchovies!
  Robot Chef: [rigidly]  Invalid Selection.  [loosely]  Yo, whaddaya
              talkin' about?
         Fry: Anchovies!  You know, those little, headless fish?
  Robot Chef: [rigidly]  Does not compute.  Does not compute.
              [his head explodes]
       Prof.: I'm sorry, Fry, but the anchovy has been extinct since the
              2200's.
         Fry: [shocked]  What!?
       Prof.: Oh my, yes.  Fished to death.  Just about the time your
              people arrived on Earth, wasn't it, Zoidberg?
    Zoidberg: I'm not on trial here.
         Fry: So, none of you have ever had anchovies?  Oh man, you
              don't know what you're missing.  [dreamy]  They were all
              salty and oily and they melted in your mouth, and ...
    Zoidberg: [uneasy]  Stop!  Stop!  I admit it.  [shamefully]  My
              people ate them all.  We kept saying one more can't hurt
              and then they were all gone.  We're sorry!
         Fry: [sighs]  I just wish I could've showed you guys how great
              they were.  I may be rich, but I still can't buy back all
              the things I miss from the 20th century.
      Bender: Maybe you're forgetting just how rich you are.

% Bender puts his monocle back on, and gestures accordingly. A short % scene follows in which Fry shakes hands with the owner of "Historic % 20th Century Apartments," and the crew inspects his newly purchased % living quarters. Leela stands by the fireplace, Amy examines the % telephone, and Bender sits in an armchair looking at the TV.

     Fry: So, whaddaya think?
   Leela: I know you spent a lot of money on this place, Fry, but it's
          awfully primitive.  [stomps her foot]  The floors are made of
          such hard wood!
  Bender: Hey, get a load of this pathetic 20th century TV.
     Fry: What's wrong with it?
  Bender: Well, aside from causing eye cancer, these things had a lousy,
          low-definition picture.
     Amy: That's true.  One a TV like this I bet you couldn't even make
          out my obscene tatoo.

% Amy rolls up her sleeve, and everyone leans over to read what's % written on her arm. They all giggle, and Leela says it's cute, but % all we can see on Amy's arm is a greyish blur. The scene changes yet % again to the "Staadgi & Staadgi Auctioneers" building, where the % auctioneer has just declared another sale. Fry (sitting in the crowd % next to Leela and Bender) was apparently the highest bidder, and Leela % leans over to whisper to him.

   Leela: I just don't get it.  Who was this "Ted Danson," and why would
          you pay $10,000 for his skeleton?
     Fry: I have an idea for a sitcom.
  Bender: Ah, leave him alone, Leela.  So he's going a little wacko with
          his money ... that's okay.
   Leela: _You're_ just saying that 'cause he bought you that antique
          robot toy.
  Bender: [giggles]  Yeah, it is cute.

% Zoom out a little to show what's in Bender's lap. It's a "Rock 'Em % Sock 'Em Robot" game, which Bender reaches down to play with. He gets % his robot to punch the other one twice, and the opponent's head comes % shooting off. Bender is horrified. Meanwhile, the auctioneer's % assistant holds up a small, tin object for all to see.

  Auctioneer: Now, our final item ... this unopened can of Angry
              Norwegian-brand anchovies, circa 1997.
         Fry: [happy]  Anchovies?
  Auctioneer: The last known can in existence, guaranteed fresh and
              edible.  Do I hear $10,000?

% Fry instantly bids $15,000. Another man bids $20,000, and a woman in % the front row who appears to be the same species as Dr. Zoidberg bets % $40,000. Fry raises the bid to $50,000. Leela tries to convince him % not to blow his money on a can of old fish, but Fry retorts. Seconds % before the bid is closed at Fry's offer, an old woman in the back bids % $75,000. The crowd gasps and turns around, and the old woman turns % out to be Mom, the world's most huggable industrialist, in person.

  Leela: Oh my God, it's Mom!  I've never seen her in person before.
    Fry: [yelling to the auctioneer]  One-hundred-thousand!
         [crowd murmurs]
  Leela: Fry, you can't bet against Mom, she's the richest, most
         powerful person in the world!  And she's _so_ adorable.

% Mom has the back corner of the auction hall fenced off with velvet % rope. Three young men sit in three chairs behind her. She stands up % to peek inside her purse and decides she can go as high as $300,000. % The bidding alternates from there to $500,000 to $1 million to $2 % million to 6 to 14 ... Mom's voice remains sweet and tender for the % most part, but whenever she yells out her number it becomes % suspiciously raspy and ill-tempered.

         Mom: I can see the nice young man really wants those little
              fish.  Nevertheless ... I'll bid 23 million.
         Fry: [powerfully]  One jillion dollars!
                [crowd gasps]
  Auctioneer: Sir, that's not a number.
                [crowd gasps]
         Fry: Oh, in that case ... 50 million.
                [crowd gasps again]
         Mom: [to the men behind her]  Well, boys ... your old mother
              knows when she's been beat.  [to Fry]  You win, young man.
              I tip my bonnet to you.

% Everyone in the hall goes "Aww ... " and praises her class act. The % auctioneer declares the sale: "Sold to the gentleman who bought every % item in today's auction!" The crowd boos and Fry leers back at % everyone from his seat. Later that day, Fry is sitting in his new % apartment with the lights turned low. All of his recent purchases lie % scattered about the room, and he pries the lid off of a crate full of % VHS tapes. He inserts a tape into his VCR and sits down for some % "good ol' 20th century TV." Although we can't see the screen, we hear % some spaced-out banjo riffs, and the voice of an old man comes on.

  Voice: Do you remember a time when chocolate chip cookies came fresh
         from the oven?  Petridge Farm remembers.
    Fry: [dreamy]  Oh, those were the days.
  Voice: Do you remember a time when women couldn't vote and certain
         folk weren't allowed on golf courses?  Petridge Farm remembers.

% Leela knocks on the door and he invites her in. The TV goes off and % the lights come on, and Bender enters the room behind Leela.

  Leela: You haven't been to work in three days.  What have you been
         doing?
    Fry: I've been sitting right here.  I picked up my life exactly
         where I left off 1,000 years ago.  Now, if you'll excuse me,
         it's 8:00.  Time to get busy.  [pronounced "bizzay"]

% Fry turns on the stereo next to him, and some rap music comes on. The % words "I like big butts and I cannot lie; You other brothers can't % deny" are heard from the song, but Leela quickly turns the music off % and stands looming over Fry.

   Leela: You can't just sit here in the dark listening to classical
          music.
     Fry: I could if you hadn't turned on the lights and shut off the
          stereo.
   Leela: Fry, this isn't healthy.  You're living in the past.
     Fry: I'm rich.  I can live whenever I want.
   Leela: But we're your friends, and we live _here_, in the year 3000.
  Bender: Yeah.  Now, are you gonna come to the squid fights with us or
          sit here wallowing in your prehistoric junk?
     Fry: Junk?!  Maybe you can't understand this, but I've finally
          found what I need to be happy, and it's not friends.  It's
          things.
  Bender: [sadly]  _I'm_ a thing ...
     Fry: Just leave me alone.

% He opens the door for them both to leave. Leela tries once more to % reason with him, but he slams the door in her face mid-sentence. She % knocks once more to say that her ponytail is caught in the door, but % Fry ignores her entirely.

  Fry: [to himself]  I don't need them.  Not when I have my antique
       videos, my bucket of fossilized KFC and 50 million dollars worth
       of anchovies.

% Fry holds up the tin of anchovies and lays a big, wet kiss on it. % Elsewhere in the city, there is an intimidating buliding labelled % "Mom's Friendly Robot Company." Inside, Mom is being led by her three % companions, named Larry, Walt and Igner, through two huge chamber % doors (complete with security guards) into her office.

Mom: Mercy me, what a day! Could you shut the door, Igner, dear? I think I feel a draft coming on.

% One of them runs over and shuts the door behind them. The other two % give Mom some room, so she can stand upright. Once she does so, % though, she begins a bit of a transformation. Her arms all of a % sudden go completely limp, and we hear a zipper unzip. A woman much % thinner and more agile than the Mom we know steps right out of an % opening in the front of her body, leaving behind nothing but a large, % hollow woman with no head.

    Mom: Holy crap, that bastard's itchy!  [snaps fingers]  Walt, cream
         soda!
   Walt: Right away, mother.  [turns around]  Larry, get your mother a
         cream soda.
  Larry: But, Mom said ...
           [Walt slaps him]
   Walt: You heard me!

% Larry fetches a cream soda and hands it to the leaner, thinner Mom. % For a moment, nothing happens as she drinks down her soda and paces % back and forth. She empties the can, throws it on the floor, and % stares cruelly out the tall office window while some cars zoom by.

  Igner: What's wrong, Mommy?
    Mom: It's those damned anchovies.  That dirtbag, Fry, must know
         their secret, and I won't rest until I get my hands on them.
         No one messes with Mom!

% She finds this last statement of hers rather funny, and chuckles to % herself. The chuckle becomes a laugh, and then an evil roar. Walt % laughs along with her, and then her two other sons copy him, but then % Walt stops laughing and slaps Larry across the face.

Walt: Quiet, you!

% End of Act Three (7:14)