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: [Displays a drive-in speaker at a 1950s memorabilia auction
] As you can see, gentlemen, this is an authentic drive-in movie speaker. It dates all the way back to the '50s. Red Green
: Where'd you get that? Mike Hamar
: At the Possum Lake Drive-In Theatre. Red Green
: You got that in the '50s? Mike Hamar
: No, I got it on Saturday night. But it is old and there was a movie from the '50s playing there at the time: "The Ten Commandments". Red Green
: I guess you left before they got to "Thou shalt not steal." Mike Hamar
: Look, I know we all like to kid about my criminal records, but, Mr. Green, I'm actually a little hurt. I did not steal this speaker! I just had to leave in a hurry and I forgot it was still stuck in the window. Honest! Red Green
: What was the big rush? Mike Hamar
: The car's owner was coming back from the snack bar.
: How's it coming with my van, Dale? Dale
: All finished, Mr. Green. I put a drop of oil on your horn relay. Your horn was sticking. Red Green
: [somewhat incredulous
] Yeah, I know. I LIKE it sticking. That way I can let morons know what I think of them, and still keep both hands on the wheel. Dale
: [a little sorrowfully
] Your generation is so confrontational. Red Green
: No, we're not! I mean, doesn't YOUR generation ever lean on the horn? Dale
: No, mostly I just use it to say hi. You know, "Beep, beep! How's it going, buddy?" Red Green
: [exasperated tone
] Dale, a horn is not for saying HELLO, it's for saying, "Get the hell outta the way!" Like this...
[Red honks the horn twice, long and loud
] You're holding it for two whole notes, Mr. Green. See, if you just play two quarter notes, like this...
[reaches through the driver's window and presses the horn button briefly twice
: ...it sounds cheerful. You should try it; it'll be cool. Red Green
: [a bit sarcastically, indicating that he isn't buying it
] Oh, I definitely wanna be cool, Dale. That's a top priority with me.
[starts the van
: Well, I still think you should give it a try, Mr. Green. You never know, you might surprise yourself. Red Green
: [appeasingly, but still with a faintly sarcastic overtone
] Yeah, well, why don't I just do that, Dale, and you have yourself a RAINBOW DAY.
[Red starts to drive off, then leans on the horn in earnest, blasting a REALLY loud and long honk, as Dale winces at the awful racket
: [reciting the Man's Prayer with the other lodge members, as the storm rages outside
] I'm a man, but I can change, if I have to, I guess. Red Green
: [loud crack of thunder sounds, and all the lights go out, causing Red to wonder if "the man upstairs" is mad with him
] Hey! I SAID I'd CHANGE!
: [panting and bent over in pain from having climbed several flights of stairs
] This building was designed by a MORON, Harold! The elevator only goes to the nineteenth floor! Harold Green
] You got on the wrong elevator! Some of them only GO to the nineteenth floor! The others go from twenty on up! Red Green
: [still out of breath and disgusted
] Well, I still say that there's a moron involved SOMEWHERE in this situation! Harold Green
: [quietly, stifling a fresh outbreak of giggles
] Well, I won't argue with you on that one...
: [unable to figure out how to use Harold's complicated office-phone with its many buttons
] You know, Harold, the telephone was invented a hundred and thirty years ago - - I'd have thought they'd have it working by now. Harold Green
: [after going through a long "tech-talk" spiel about what some of the phone's twelve different lines are for
] ... and if you want an outside line, that's lines one-thru-five, you have to dial "9" to get out. Red Green
: Do you HEAR yourself, Harold? I just wanna make a phone call - - you're reciting four pages out of the SPACE SHUTTLE SERVICE MANUAL...! What's goin' on, Harold? Is it me? Harold Green
: [reluctantly nodding with a helpless smile
] Well, you know, you're in the big city now, Uncle Red - - you've gotta embrace technology... you don't do that much, you know. Red Green
: I embrace Aunt Bernice, Harold. And that sure beats technology, I'll tell ya!
: [Mike and Dalton are warning Red about the impending hurricane
] We don't get hurricanes here. We're too far from the ocean, okay? We get a fair bit of wind, but that's because we're so close to Port Asbestos, and it SUCKS!
[a spitting cobra is preparing to attack
] Ed Frid
: He's getting ready to spit! Red Green
: Ohh, so am I!
] Red Green
: Or, or, or, or, or did you say spit?
] Come on over here and let me show you how the internet works, Red! Red Green
: [in a tone of weary disinterest
] Yeah, yeah, I already know - - dubya-dubya-dubya-dot-sit-on-your-BUTT-for-twelve-hours-a-day-dot-com!
: [hearing the squeal of the possum, just moments after having accidentally blown up Red's computer by screwing a plum into the fusebox
] Meeting time. Red Green
: Yeah, you go ahead, Mr. Gates - - I'll be down in a minute.
: [reciting the Man's Prayer along with the other lodge members
] I'm a man, but I can change, if I have to, I guess. Dalton Humphrey
: Or get an upgrade!
] Dalton Humphrey
: Computer talk.
: So if my wife is watching, I'll be coming straight home after the meeting, and yes, I know it's the computer age, but let's not forget about personal interaction. When I get home, I want to show you that I'm user-friendly.
: [surprised to learn that Harold's boss at the office is a woman
] Harold, you have a woman boss? Harold Green
: So? So do you! Aunt Bernice! Red Green
: Harold, that's different. Harold Green
] Yeah, I know - I get paid!
: [Introducing the show
] Here he is, the small medium, Mr. Lodge, Red Green! Red Green
: [Entering and waving
] Thank you very much and thanks for tuning us in.
] Red Green
: Small medium? What was that all about? Harold Green
: Well, you know. Don't you get it? Small, medium, lodge. You know, it's like a dwarf psychic at a resort. Or it could be clothing size: small, medium, lodge. Red Green
: Yeah, you know, I wish I had an extra lodge. I'd send you into it.
: The gas siphon - you'd probably use this at the mall while your wife is inside shopping.
: How much did you pay for the Possum Van? Red Green
: Nothing, Harold. That was a gift from my parents for graduating from public school. That way, I wouldn't have to borrow my dad's car to drive to junior high.
] Hoein' every hayfield and puttin' them in bales/Pickin' all the peapods and puttin' them in pails/It's time to reap the harvest; we're goin' as fast as we can/Tryin' to get the crops in before the farmer that owns this place comes out and starts shootin' at us. Harold Green
[Red is talking about the result of his car pool test, which involves numerous cars duct-taped together
] Harold Green
: I heard you got four traffic tickets! Red Green
: Well, you're dead wrong, Harold, it was five. And it would've been six, but luckily, Moose was licensed for an 18-wheeler? Harold Green
: Eighteen? How do you get 18 from five vehicles? Red Green
: Well, Junior had his motorcycle in there, so it was four fours and a two.
: [Red got five traffic tickets during his car pool test
] So explain to me: you got nailed for crossing a median in both shoulders. You got failing to stop at two stop signs - at the same time. And there was driving a train without a track, and, uh... what were the other two? Red Green
: Having a parade without a permit, and passing on a hill.
: [explaining the purpose and operation of the "invisible fence" dog-shocker module which he has installed inside the fancy-looking wristwatch that he gave to his annoying neighbor a moment earlier
] I figure that any device that can KEEP A DOG IN can also be used to KEEP A GOOF OUT. Besides - - this unit is far too CRUEL to be used on any ANIMAL, anyway!
: [disgusted by Red's saying that he would just take the cash out of a found wallet and then chuck the empty wallet in a dumpster, as opposed to Mike's "return the wallet and all the money" and Winston's "return the wallet and the remainder of the money after taking out the amount that the wallet's owner owes you" replies
] Do you notice a difference in your reply as compared to ours? Red Green
] Yeah - - I didn't LIE!
: [describing Harold's misguided efforts to spread Christmas cheer in the heat of summer, including doing a terrible eardrum-grating job of singing Christmas carols
] I'll tell you - - NOBODY wants to HARK when they hear THIS "Harold" angel sing!
: [a toy train is running along the floor under Red's feet; it bumps into a wall and goes in another direction
] Have you seen these toy trains where, when they run into something, they just turn around and head off in another direction? Kinda like politicians at a press conference?
[Harold is trying to spread Christmas cheer by selling Christmas treats and singing Christmas songs while dressed as an angel, but his efforts are so poor that he gets a pumpkin pie thrown in his face
] Harold Green
: This has been a real learning experience. Red Green
: Oh yeah? Never to sing when there's pies around? Harold Green
] No, that this town needs a little Christmas right this very minute! There's hardly any spirit of human kindness out there at all! Red Green
: Harold, give it up, okay? A pumpkin pie in the face is no harm done. You're not going to get off so lucky when the corn cobs come out.
: What animal are you hunting, Reg? Reg Hunter
: Well, it's an animal that makes a sound like this: Awooooo! Red Green
: Yes, but what kind of animal is that? Reg Hunter
: I dunno, but I betcha I can put a bullet in it.
] My butterfly collection gives me so much pride / My butterfly collection makes me warm inside / The monarchs, blues and yellows; these are beauties, man oh man / Come see my butterfly collection - they're all wedged in the grille of my van.
] It is winter. Cousin Jerry was lying in the snow making snow angels. Along came the snowplow. Now Cousin Jerry is making REAL angels.
: So I guess the moral here is "Never connect a used fuel pump from a Russian rocket missile to a large deciduous tree."
: If you had been adopted, Harold, then of course, you wouldn't be my nephew, and I wouldn't have had to give you this job. Harold Green
: Yeah, but I don't think anybody would adopt me at this advanced development stage that I'm in. Red Green
: Well, okay, then, we could do the Moses thing. We could duct-tape you into a kayak and float you down the Nile. Harold Green
: Ha! Yeah! Now I KNOW you're just kidding, because there's no boats around this lodge that can float THAT far.
] Oh, my uncle has a dairy farm; a man who likes to putter/He slipped and fell off the roof one day and landed in the butter/He flipped and flopped for an hour or more 'til he was rescued by his wife/She warned him that butter is bad for his health, but he claims it saved his life.
: There are two kinds of people: those who do things and those who write manuals.
: Oh, Harold... nobody in his RIGHT MIND would give YOU driving lessons. Harold Green
: Oh, you will? Oh, THANK you!
: [instructing Harold on how to drive
] Any time you smell your own exhaust, that's nature's way of saying "Pick up the pace."
: [reading from a driver's manual
] "Two guys approach an unmarked intersection at the same time. Who has the right-of-way?" Red Green
: The guy in the big truck. Harold Green
: No, it says here, "The guy on the right always has the right-of-way." Red Green
: Unless the other guy has a big truck. Harold Green
: Uncle Red, check the manual. Red Green
: Harold, check the cemetery.
: [pulls the Possum Van up to the drive-thru order-box at the local "greasy spoon", holding a large battery-powered megaphone; he's totally fed up with the order-box's atrociously poor and garbled sound quality - it merely makes incoherent "honky" noises that sound like a cross between Donald Duck and a nasally goose - so he's soaked the megaphone in water to create an equally unintelligible gargley "come-back" device to talk to the order-box
] Drive-thru order-box
: Huh-hoh, huhh-huh-huh-huhuh huh. Huh-huh-huhuhuh-uh-huh?
[Hello, welcome to Sloppy Joe's. May I take your order, please?
] Red Green
: Uhlglh, yealghgl, I'llghl hlaghl thughl glehgluglxghl doughgl cheeghglburghle wlugh egglstrughl mayglogl, aghl lglahgle frighglsl, andgl aghl lglahgle rooglht bgleerglh.
[Uh, yeah, I'll have the deluxe double-cheeseburger with extra mayo, a large order of fries, and a large root beer
] Drive-thru order-box
: [miraculously having completely understood what menu items that Red had wanted to order in spite of his totally muddled words - - perhaps the idea is that the obnoxious sound-box can also actually "perform in reverse", and so it is able to "de-garble" unclear words as spoken by the customers, just as it starts out with the clear words spoken by the order-taker and mushes them up into a meaningless whiny babble
] Hoh-huh, huh-huh huh-huhuh, huh-huh huh huh-huh. Huh huh-huh huh huh huh-huhhuh, huh huhuh huh huh-huhuh huhhuh.
[Okay, double cheeseburger, large fries and root beer. Please pull up to window two, and thanks for visiting Sloppy Joe's
] Red Green
: Ohglglay, thglangl sglo mglugl, anlgl ghlyougl hglagh yglorslgelglh agl GLHOOGLH GLDAYLGH.
[Okay, thanks so much, and you have yourself a GOOD DAY
: [as he, Red and Dalton fish together
] I was thinking about regrets the other day. Do you have any regrets, Mr. Green? Red Green
: Well, not so far, but this conversation has potential.
: [to Mike
] You must have a ton of regrets. Mike Hamar
: Well, only one: children. I regret not having any children. Dalton Humphrey
: Yeah, I feel exactly the same way. Or did you say you regret *not* having children?
: My dad used to tell me that a man's home is his castle. He also told me to learn Esperanto and buy an amphibious car. My dad was wrong. The only time a man's home is his castle is when the queen is out at the mall.
Winston Rothschild, III
: I need an heir! Red Green
: You already have an air. What you need is a shower!
: [having just lightheartedly scoffed at Dalton's urgent warning about the mummy's having a curse on it
] Yeah, I bet those folks who work at museums have a lotta laughs over stuff like this.
[seeing Mike Hamar ambling in dressed in a suit of armor
] Red Green
: Oh, look, here comes Sir Laughs-A-Lot!
: [aghast at seeing Red swing a sword around
] It's very dangerous to handle something if you don't know where it's been! Red Green
] Oh, really? Is that why Anne-Marie never holds your hand?
: [wearing a suit of armor
] This armor's great! I can handle anything with this stuff on! Red Green
: Except rain.
: [Walter is about to lift up a refrigerator
] Walter is a young fella. He doesn't have a girlfriend, so he has power.
: [recounting one of his outrageously fantastical stories of personal glamor and grandeur in the past, this one about a supposed near-death/out-of-body experience
] My spirit was floating above the ground, and my body was lying flat on the pavement. I could SEE I was lying there. Red Green
] Oh, Hap - EVERYBODY can see you're lying there!
: [recounting his supposed near-death/out-of-body experience
] So yeah, there is an afterlife waiting for us, and it's FULL. Red Green
] Yeah, but unfortunately, the afterlife is full of the same stuff THIS one is!
: They say it's bad to generalize, but it's something I really enjoy.
: Women see a relationship like a garden. Y'know? You gotta put a lot of work into it, you gotta fuss over it, you gotta turn over the ground, add more flowers, a little fertilizer. Whereas men see a relationship like a car. Once they've made a commitment to have one, they really expect it to go at least five years without any serious maintenance.
: Two things you need at a bar is ice and water; water for mixing drinks and ice to drop into people's shorts and into their hats, depending on where their hangover is.
: [Reads a poem called "Tiny Shoots"
] Tiny shoots come out of the ground. Crocuses, tulips and daffodils rise to a height of 2 1/2 inches and are frozen in time, not by a late frost, but by a dirty lawnmower.
: [Enters the room, gagging
] Blecch! Hmm. Well, I have no idea what we did wrong, but our first batch of homemade beer did not taste all that great. Harold Green
: Well, Uncle Red, did you boil and sterilize all the beer vats and beer bottles? Red Green
: How do you mean? Harold Green
: Well, you gotta boil everything to make sure all the germs have been removed. Red Green
: Well, we wipe them on our shirts. Our shirts are clean.
[sniffs his sleeve
] Harold Green
: Uncle Red, you gotta make sure the canisters are perfectly sterile. Red Green
: Harold, the only thing perfectly sterile up here is Old Man Sedgwick. Besides, how can you boil a hot tub? Harold Green
: Okay, but you know what happens when you get in one of those unwanted nasty little germs and bacteria... Red Green
: Yeah, they end up producing your show.
: You know, the ancient Romans brewed beer, Harold. In fact, every great Western civilization brewed beer. Did you know that? Red Green
: Yes, I did. And did you know that, at some point, every great civilization collapsed? Connection, perhaps? Red Green
: Harold, if it's good enough for Julius Caesar, it's good enough for Possum Lodge. Harold Green
: Veni, vidi, vomiti. I came, I saw, I ralphed.
] Oh, there's a hole in my tent and the water's coming in./It's rainin' on my hat, and it's drippin' on my chin./Always remember camping lesson number one./If there're bugs in your tent, don't shoot 'em with a gun.
: [smiling in happy relief upon hearing Red shamefacedly report that none of the macho Possum Lodge members could bring themselves to kill a cow so that it could be slaughtered
] Well, I am very proud of you guys, Uncle Red! It makes a sensitive-hearted vegetarian like me feel so good to hear something like that. Red Green
: [a little sulkily
] Don't make it worse, Harold.
: [talking about the lodge members' plan to slaughter the cow
] Stinky's bringing the cow over in the back seat of his '69 Cadillac. He's got twice as much legroom there, which is good, 'cause the cow's got twice as much leg. Harold Green
: Stinky's putting a FARM ANIMAL in the back of his CADILLAC? What about the SMELL? Red Green
: The cow didn't seem to mind.
: Eating meat is like having kids - the less you know about it, the more likely you are to go ahead.
: I was in a war. Oh yeah, the big one: the Gasoline Price War of '69. I had lied about my age so I could get a job pumping gas at a Lloyd's Texaco. Then all "shell" broke loose. The Dutchman dropped his price by a nickel. We had to fight back, so we took the big hit and dropped our price down six cents. The war was on. Why, we started handing out hot dogs and balloons just to keep the customers. By the end of August, the entire station was under siege: people parking their cars outside, firing off their horns, screaming for free tumblers and nobody to hold them off except me and one-legged Lloyd. But we did it, and we won, and it made a man out of me. And I guess that explains the stain on my pants.
: You have road rage, Uncle Red. You've got a bad temper. There's no need for it. I don't have a bad temper. Red Green
: No, you don't, Harold, but you're a carrier. Harold Green
: Well, you need help, Uncle Red. You really need to get some help for that bad temper of yours. Red Green
: Oh, I know I do, Harold. And I've tried to get help; I really have - - but I can't find one institution that'll take ya!
: So if my wife is watching, I'll be coming straight home after the meeting, and I learned today that the best way to control anger is to be the boss. Of course, you knew that all along, didn't you?
: You have all the symptoms of a person who has to learn how to manage their anger. I can help you with that. Red Green
] I don't need to manage my anger, I need people to STOP TICKING ME OFF! Why can't people just SMARTEN UP? Give me some space! How about this: why don't they stay indoors when they see me coming? Harold Green
: It's not them - it's YOU. You can change if you want to. Red Green
: You sound like my wife, you know that?
: I've made up all these advertising fliers for my sewage business, and so I want to find the best way to use them. Red Green
] Just toss 'em in the trash can, like everybody else does!
: [after leaning on his horn and repeatedly flicking his headlights in an unsuccessful effort to get some totally oblivious young street-hockey players to let him past
] Ya know, when I was a kid playing street-hockey with my friends, and a car came along, we all CLEARED OUT - - 'cause we didn't wanna feel guilty about holdin' up traffic. But kids today DON'T FEEL GUILTY ABOUT ANYTHING!
[irritably blasts his horn three more times
] Red Green
: I blame the YOUNG OFFENDERS ACT.
: [upset and offended that Red won't accept his offer of the loan of his septic truck and work-outfit for the weekend as collateral for Winston's borrowing one of Red's oil-drums
] That really stinks! Your attitude SUCKS! Red Green
: [in an unconcerned and mildly sarcastic tone
] Well, your TRUCK does BOTH OF THOSE, Winston.
: [preparing to go forward with a handyman project
] Sound ingenious? Sound incredible? Sound impossible? Who cares? I'm not listening.
: [after putting up the satellite dish
] We're going to put a motorized unit on there, so that you can change the aim, you know, from satellite to satellite without leaving the comfort of your TV room. Harold Green
: Wow, this is great! We can use the satellite to scan the universe for signs of intelligent life! Red Green
: Oh, we're not interested in intelligent life! We want TELEVISION!
[trying to get Bob to guess the word "marriage" in the Possum Lodge Word Game
] Red Green
: Wedding. Bob Stuyvesant
: Divorce. Red Green
: Wedlock. Bob Stuyvesant
: Headlock. Red Green
: Matrimony. Bob Stuyvesant
: Alimony. Red Green
: Now, Bob, think. You've had five ex-wives, so you've experienced this five times... Bob Stuyvesant
: [pauses briefly to think
] Trapper Jack was hunting bear, a dangerous hobby at best / We brought him back to the doctor in town, and he was a heck of a mess / There was some assembly required, mostly teeth and bones and hair / Jack had always been good with a knife / But unfortunately... not quite as good as the bear.
: Never say to a woman that anything she does is silly. Red Green
: Otherwise, she might mention that spice rack you built her. Dalton Humphries
: Or that new fishing hat. Red Green
: Or that silly lodge you joined.
: [as he and Red use popcorn to insulate a house
] It's all set. It's all done. That popcorn's in there for life. Er, 25 to life. Red Green
: [to camera
] Well, he would know.
: [over phone to kidnapper
] Mr Stiles, I understand you have something from the shallow end of my gene pool.
] To cheer us up, we played a little game called "Let's Run Something Over". Red Green
: Tin can!
[runs over the tin can
] Harold Green
: Woo-hoo! Red Green
[runs over the apple; it explodes
] Harold Green
: Ha-ha-ha! Red Green
: It's hard to motivate these guys. Most of them are married so they've been tricked before.
: Edgar, I understand you blew up the old flour mill from off of Port Asbestos. Edgar Montrose
: Yeah, I did, didn't I? Boy, that baby went off like a dry sneeze. A huge mushroom cloud of durum semolina. Talk about presifted. Red Green
: How much would you get paid for a demolition job like that? Edgar Montrose
: Pay? Oh, no, just seeing 300 tons of flour suspended over Possum Lake is all the payment I need. I mean, to flatten that flour mill and not even scratch the gas station right next door. Red Green
: Gas station? No, next to the flour mill is the old railway shed and then the bowling alley and the fountain and then there's the gas station. It's not next door to the flour mill. Edgar Montrose
: It is now.
: [Harold chops at the surface of the frozen lake, and a large chip of ice shears off and goes into his mouth
] Good job, Harold - - you put ice on that injury right away.
: I told Tubby's dad that you would come over and clobber him for treating me that way. And he said, fine, send him over, and if he's too chicken to show up, I'll come over and beat him up publicly on his own television show... Red Green
: [disgusted that Harold had "volunteered" his uncle's "pummelling services"
] Okay, fine - - let's go over there. Harold Green
] All RIIIGGGGHHHTT - - Let's go and kick his butt! Red Green
: No, Harold... I'm gonna kick YOUR butt!
] Oh, I have an old car; the seats are all stained / It was old when I bought it, and that hasn't changed / I had my first date in it, my first kiss, my first pass / My first romantic encounter when I ran out of gas / My first parking infraction, my first toxic leak / And still not my first car payment, but I'm hoping to have the money together by early next week.
: [referring to Old Man Sedgwick's being released into Red's custody
] So, are you ready to be responsible for a messed-up social misfit who performs senseless acts? Red Green
: [peering significantly at Harold
] I'm pretty much used to THAT, actually.
: Tell them about Flinty McClintock parking his car on his neighbor's roof. Red Green
: That was an accident, Harold. Harold Green
: Not when it's on the roof. When it's in the living room or the kitchen, maybe.
: [a bit exasperated that none of his fellow lodge members got chosen as promoter for Possum Lake
] Well, it looks like somebody was PAID OFF here. Wayne Robson as Mike Hamar
: Oh, no - - they wouldn't take a bribe.
[Red gives Mike a sudden reproachful squint, causing Mike to realize that he has virtually admitted to having tried to illegally bribe the town officials to choose him
] Wayne Robson as Mike Hamar
: I-I wouldn't THINK - -!
: But what I can't understand, Harold, is why they'd want to hire someone like you. I applied for that job, you know. Harold Green (Patrick McKenna)
: [with a hint of amused unimpressed sarcasm
] Yeah, I know - a lot of you guys did. That REALLY HELPED me get the job - thanks.
Harold Green (Patrick McKenna)
: [feeling somewhat shy and uncertain to just come out and tell Red that he'd missed him while he was employed at MultiCorp Inc
] But you know... truth be told... I, uh... well, I missed... um... I missed... you know... everybody. Red Green
: [in a crisply direct tone, the entire opposite of how Harold had spoken
] Did you miss ME, Harold? Harold Green (Patrick McKenna)
: [also in a direct manner, his uncertain feelings having been mercifully and refreshingly broken by his uncle's unabashed speech
] Well, did you miss ME? Red Green
: [with a warm-hearted grin
] I wasn't even SHOOTIN' at ya, Harold!
: One of my dads used to say, "Do unto others before someone does it to you." He said that's in the Bible. Red Green
] Not in the King James version... but maybe the JESSE James version.
: [still wearing the sanitary mask and latex gloves from having helped deliver a baby
] Meeting time, Uncle Red. Red Green
: Yeah, you go ahead, Doctor Strange-Glove - - I'll be down in a minute.
: Well, we got our postal service up and running. Yeah, Buster Hadfield was the first one to sign up. Harold Green
: That's only because the real postal service won't deliver to his house. Red Green
: Oh, no, that's right. The mailman said he won't go back there until Buster gets his dog neutered. I tell ya, nothing that comes in the mail is worth that.
: One way to lessen the chance of a heart attack is to change your diet, or maybe take up an exercise program... but hey! WHO ARE WE KIDDIN'? Eh?
: They say necessity is the mother of invention. Don't know who the father is; probably remorse.
: I want to talk to you guys about something that's going to happen to your wife that'll have a tremendous effect on you. You know, a woman gets into those middle years, and she this brief, biological urge to have just the one-more child. I don't know why. Maybe it's because her babies are grown, or maybe she sees a younger woman expecting. Or maybe she realizes that once the kids move out, she'll only have you. But believe me, parenthood at your age is not a good idea. As you're slipping into your second childhood, you don't need somebody around you just starting their first. And you don't want somebody else in the house who goes to the bathroom more often than you do. So here's what you do, okay? Borrow a baby just for the weekend. Find some new parents and babysit. You know, give them a little break. I'll tell ya, by the time you hit the 1 A.M. feeding your wife will be having second thoughts. And then the 3 A.M. colic fits, she'll be asking you to phone the parents. And by the 4 A.M. diaper change, she'll be praying for hot flashes! So just let nature take its course. Remember, I'm pulling for ya. We're all in this together.
: [seeing Harold dressed up in a ridiculous "cowboy" costume with gaudy styles and a shirt covered in bright pink sequins
] And who are YOU supposed to be - - LIBERACE Cartwright? Harold Green (Patrick McKenna)
: [in a slightly whiny tone of bruised pride
] No - - I'm Little Joe. Red Green
: Little JOKE, maybe.
: [seeing Harold all gussied up in a ridiculously garish black-and-white cowboy/dude outfit and a loud-colored shirt covered in gaudy pink sequins
] And who are YOU supposed to be - LIBERACE Cartwright? Harold Green (Patrick McKenna)
: [in a whiny "bruised ego" tone
] No - I'm Little Joe. Red Green
] No - Little JOKE, maybe.
: If my wife is watching, I'll be coming straight home after the meeting... and all this lawyer stuff has got me thinkin', maybe later tonight, if you present me with your briefs, I'll recommend a merger.
: [seeing the dense cloud of little toy gliders swarming around Harold and Bill
] I hope they don't have a BALSA allergy.
: Now, I know a lot of you teenagers don't like to hear advice, but communication is an important part of life. And besides, who cares what *you* think?
] This was my granddaddy's farm / A hundred years ago / He won it in a card game / Everyone else had the sense to fold / The ground's as hard as really, really hard material / The water tastes like eggs / But luckily, the government stepped in / And paid him not to grow stuff which was more or less his specialty.
: Many people have died at the end of a snake. Many people have died at the end of a rope. Think about it. Red Green
: Just remember, snakes are just as afraid of you as we are of Ranger Gord.
] Oh, your hands are connected to your arms, your arms are connected to your shoulders, your shoulders are connected to your body, your body is connected to your head. Oh, your head is connected to... nothing... and that explains a lot.
] Oh, you never see a vampire with a full grown beard / But a vampire can't see his reflection / So a lack of facial hair is unbelievably weird / 'Cause you'd think shaving would be out of the question.
: There are two things you never want your teen to have in a car, and they're both called "accidents". So tonight on Handyman's Corner, I'm gonna show you how to teen-proof your car so that nobody'll be callin' YOU "Grampa" for a while.
: Boy there's a bunch of advantages when you own your own highway. Harold Green
: Uncle Red, you do not own the highway. Red Green
: Well, I drive like I do.
: [playing the Possum Lodge Word Game; the word is PARANOID
] My neighbor has this weird idea that I occasionally come sneaking over to his house at night and rearrange his furniture! Red Green
: Yes, okay - - and he says that because he's...? Dalton Humphrey
] Caught me DOING it!
: [trying to justify/excuse his having "helped himself to" - - as in *filched* - - a paper shredder from a business office to use for making Christmas tinsel
] You know what they always say - - "The Lord helps those who help themselves!"
: [preparing to play Santa Claus, using the Possum Van as the sleigh
] I'll need a chauffer, though. Harold Green (Patrick McKenna)
: Right... who are we gonna get to do that? Red Green
] Well, Harold, if YOU'RE so doggone bright, won't YOU drive my van tonight? Harold Green (Patrick McKenna)
: [giggles and accepts, then starts singing off-key, much to Red's disgust
] And I'll go down in his-tor-eeeee! Harold Green (Patrick McKenna)
: [hears the possum squeal
] Meeting time, Santa. Red Green
: Yeah, you go ahead, Rudolph - - I'll be right down.
: When somebody belches at the dinner table that's a sign of bad...? Dougie Franklin
: Burritos. Red Green
: When you belch at the dinner table, your mom says mind your...? Dougie Franklin
: And then you know that singer that Aunt Bernice likes so much - that Julio Icicles guy? Harold Green
: [a little reproachfully about Red's being so off-handed and disrespectful when referring to such a soulful and elegant singer
] Julio Iglesias?
[Red tries to get Dalton to guess the word 'Sensitive.'
] Red Green
: All right... aware. Dalton Humphries
: Sober. Red Green
: Touchy. Dalton Humphries
: Feely. Red Green
: Touchy-feely. Dalton Humphries
: Richard Simmons? Red Green
: Compared to you, your wife is more... Dalton Humphries
: Overweight. Red Green
: Emotionally, she's more... Dalton Humphries
: Weepy! Red Green
: No, she notices things more, because she's... Dalton Humphries
: Picky. Red Green
: You would never say to your wife that she's picky, overweight or weepy because... Dalton Humphries
: Castration? Red Green
: The vertical hold on your television set. Dalton Humphries
: We decided to go cliff diving off of Rock Reef Point. I got the application form right here. Here are the only two rules. Number one, you got to promise to go right off the top, and number two, you got to do your best to try and hit the water. Want me to sign you up there, Harold? Harold Green
: No, I don't think so, no, never, no, no. Red Green
: Good, good. That proves it's for real men only. Harold Green
: Proves it's for men like you only. Red Green
: We're a dying breed, Harold. Harold Green
: Coincidence? I don't think so.
] Oh, have you ever had a dream you were falling? Harold Green
] Falling. Red Green
] Well, chances are you weren't really falling. Harold Green
] Falling. Red Green
] Unless you fell asleep skydiving. Harold Green
] Skydiving. Red Green
] And that's not really recommended. Harold Green
] If you read the instructions, you'd know that.
: I think you should convert the ice cream store into a yogurt shop, because yogurt is good for ya. Red Green
: [in a slightly cocky tone
] Well, I don't LIKE things that are good for me, Harold. Harold Green
: [in a slightly eager, self-righteous tone
] Well, I do - - I LOVE things that are good for me. I ONLY do things that are good for me. I ALWAYS do things that are good for me. Red Green
: Well, then, stop talking. Harold Green
: [Harold is trying to get Red excited for the New Year
] Where did we go wrong with you, Harold? Harold Green
: Well, it was all those years of not getting the respect I deserved. Red Green
: You got what you deserved, it just wasn't respect, that's all.
: I know we all want to celebrate New Year's, but when you're alone, there's a real danger of going over the line between harmless indiscretion and serious jail time. And that line is usually connected to the amount and frequency of your alcohol intake. 'Cause, see, when you're alone, you don't have an alcohol consumption consultant nearby, like, say, a policeman or a member of the clergy, or the ultimate authority, your own wife.
: Oh, come on - - Red Green would make a great Elvis! Red Green
] Red Green has LEFT THE BUILDING.
Harold Green (Patrick McKenna)
: Aw, c'mon, Uncle Red - - you GOTTA play Elvis... you'd be perfect fot the part! Red Green
: [referring to Elvis's well-known practice of swinging his waist while performing
] Read my HIPS, Harold - - it's not gonna happen. But it IS lunchtime, so I'm off to GREASE-LAND. Harold Green (Patrick McKenna)
: [in a cheery confident manner
] Aw, I dunno - - I still think Red Green would make a great Elvis! Red Green
: [turning to go out the door
] Red Green has LEFT THE BUILDING.
] The elbow is throbbing, from the strength of the force / The shoulder is separated, it may get a divorce / The wrist is all numb, and the fingers are swollen / And if this outboard doesn't start on the very next pull, she's goin' into the lake.
: I just finished forming the whole volunteer fire department, and suddenly, one of the vehicles caught fire. So talk about good timing. Harold Green
: It wasn't the Possum Van, was it? Red Green
: No, Harold, the Possum Van won't burn. Believe me, I've tried that about a thousand times.
: Whatcha got there, Uncle Red? Red Green
: Oh, it's a citation from the Wildlife Department. I shot their truck. You'd be amazed how much a Land Rover looks like a blue rhino. Harold Green
: Especially with YOUR eyesight. Red Green
: That's why I have the semi-automatic. The aim is not so crucial, with that one.
: As you get older, you realize you can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you can get yet another financial setback.
: [Red tries to get Mike to guess the word 'Friend.'
] All right, Mike... buddy. Mike Hamar
: Gang member? Red Green
: Close buddy. Mike Hamar
: Cell mate? Red Green
: Someone who talks about stuff... Mike Hamar
: Informer? Stoolie? Squealie? Dead meat? Red Green
: No, someone you can trust... Mike Hamar
: Prison chaplain. Red Green
: And you can trust him because he's... Mike Hamar
: An ex-con himself. Red Green
: Lemme go another way with this... I'm not just the guy who signed you out on parole, I'm also your buddy, your pal, your... Mike Hamar
: [after creating the girls' suite entirely out of tires
] And to think we made this out of old rear ends. Actually, you can tell.
: [complaining about shoddy mailing services that often cause your parcels to arrive battered and damaged
] And it's no good to write "THIS END UP" on the package - that only means that THEY will decide how THIS ENDS UP!
: One of the things that changes as you get older is your attitude towards parties. That's because after you've been married for a while, you realize that men and women have totally different approaches to them. The woman wants to know who's coming to the party. The man just wants to know who's bringing the beer. The woman cleans up whatever is lying around the home so the guests will think she keeps a neat house. The man actually leaves tools lying around the home so the guests will help build a deck. The woman wants to know what's going on with everybody. The man avoids that information. It's safer. It prevents him from blurting out something he's not supposed to know in front of someone who's not supposed to hear it, especially if that someone is carrying one of the tools I mentioned earlier. So my advice is when you get to our age, stop going to parties. Bringing friends together for the sole purpose of letting loose is not a good idea. People are like nuts and bolts: they don't work well loose; there's too much play. If you want to have a wingding, you're better off in a bar full of strangers than a house full of friends. You want to go where the lights are low and people are all the same; you want to go where nobody knows your name.
: [having grave concerns about Harold's safety after seeing the disastrous aftermath of Harold's and Red's crazy whitewater-rafting adventure on a "two-man kayak" made from washing machines, and so she has breezed in to the lodge to earnestly ask Red to please "be careful to not accidentally kill Harold before the wedding"; Red consents, and so Bonnie turns to Harold and gives him a huge mushy "sucking face" kiss
] Okay, well, I'll see you later, then, Pookie. Harold Green (Patrick McKenna)
: [delighted to be engaged to Bonnie
] See you later, Mrs. Pookie. Red Green
: [after going through his traditional "If my wife is watching" speech
] And for the rest of you, on behalf of myself and "Pookie" and the whole gang up here at Possum Lodge, keep your stick on the ice.
Harold Green (Patrick McKenna)
: I asked Bonnie to marry me. Red Green
: That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard, Harold. Harold Green (Patrick McKenna)
] Well, she said yes. Red Green
: [with a slightly shocked stare at the audience
] I stand corrected!
: [giggling nasally and hyperly tossing her head about in an adorable but annoying fashion
] Harold said you had something to tell me. Red Green
: [trying to illustrate to Bonnie that maybe the two young lovebirds should spend a little time apart and explore all their options before rushing too quickly or deeply into thinking about marriage
] Yes, Bonnie. Well, suppose I was looking to buy a new car, but the only auto-sales shop in Possum Lake was a Yugo dealership. Well, that means I'd end up drivin' a Yugo. Bonnie
: [beaming eagerly, and speaking in a hugely enthusiastic tone interspersed with more uncontrollable nasally giggles
] Oh, I LOVE Yugos! Harold Green (Patrick McKenna)
: [not wanting to contradict his dream-girl and also not really liking the idea of being temporarily separated from her anyway
] Yeah, me too! We both adore Yugos! Red Green
: [looking wearily vexed that both of his "pupils" seem to be missing his point entirely
] No - no - that's not what I was referring to...
: Well, it's been an hour since Harold went to tell Bonnie that they should start seeing less of each other.
[pauses to think about this
] Red Green
: Probably by now they're seeing ALL of each other!
] Red Green
: THERE'S a scary visual!
Bob Bainborough as Dalton Humphrey
: [sauntering in dressed in a warrior's costume
] Hail, Caesar! Red Green
: [in a slightly shocked sarcastic unimpressed tone
] What the HAIL are you doing, Dalton?
: It's meeting time, guys - - you go ahead, and I'll be down in a minute. Wayne Robson as Mike Hamar
: [dressed up in a blonde wig and gaudy gown, and playing the role of a swooning adoring bride-to-be to Dalton, who is dressed up as Maximus
] Carry me? Bob Bainborough as Dalton Humphrey
: [irritably turning away in a macho-disgusted, "I don't want to get cuddly with other men" attitude
] Oh, for - -!
: We had a He man contest up here at the lodge with first prize being a truss.
: If it would help, Jack, I could like lend you like twenty bucks or something. Jack the Caveman
: I'm sorry, Red, but I no longer recognize your currency. It's meaningless paper, a useless symbol of a civilization gone awry. Red Green
: Oh, well, I have some McDonald's coupons. What about those? Jack the Caveman
: [explains why men don't ask for directions when they're lost
] Primarily, it's a pride thing: we're out there in our own vehicles, burning gas, got the sunglasses on, looking good. People seeing us going by would have no idea where we are. And we're not really excited about sharing that information. A man does not embrace the concept of going up to total strangers and saying, "You may not know this, but I'm a moron," whereas the woman he's with is only too happy to share that information. I think that helps ease her burden a little. See, to a woman, getting lost on a trip is just a blameless act of nature. But to a man, it's a sign of personal failure. He knew where he was when left; he doesn't know where he is now. Somewhere along the way, he crossed the line between the world he knows and the world he doesn't know. And that's exactly how he felt about when he got married, and when he had kids. So if he admits he's lost in his car, he's gonna have to admit he's lost in those other areas as well. That's way too much to ask. So just sit there, bite your tongue, circle the block a couple of times. Men aren't lost, they just take the long way.
: This is a family member, the man who slept with your mother. Mike Hamar
: ...Could you be a little more specific?
: If my wife is watching, I'll be coming straight home and I'm bringing another bunch of flowers tonight. I do this a few times a year 'cause I'm really not too sure when our anniversary is and this way, everybody wins.
: Having used my lawn-mower handle for this project means that I'll no longer be able to cut my lawn - - but I'll get over it!
: [explaining why Bernice wasn't satisfied with his merely being a "silent companion" to her while she was shopping for "the perfect set of heels", without his actively taking part in the browsing process
] I realize now that it's not enough that I *go* shopping with my wife - I have to *want* to go shopping with my wife. Which is why I've signed up for ACTING LESSONS.
: The tire iron - it's a simple tool but it's a useful tool. Rather like my brother-in-law.
: Come on, Dalton - you can't advertise caviar in your raffle - you know there isn't any caviar in those rusty old cans! Bob Bainborough as Dalton Humphrey
] Oh, I'm not selling them as caviar - I'm selling the POSSIBILITY of caviar! Red Green
: [as an aside to the audience
] I see the POSSIBILITY of JAIL TIME.
: [discussing middle-aged men's declining good looks
] You may think that your handsome youthful looks are behind you, but the people who are standing back there may not share that opinion!
: I can't be sleeping on my own television show - that's YOUR job.
: I graduated at age 20. Harold Green
: I didn't know you went past high school, Uncle Red. Red Green
: Sure, I did, Harold - - I went past the high school on the way to the Lodge!
: [remonstrating with Harold about his disgust for "modern art"
] If it weren't for modern art, we wouldn't have the singing bass, the black-velvet paintings, or the "I'M WITH STUPID" t-shirts. Would you really want to live in a world like that, Harold? Harold Green (Patrick McKenna)
: [with delicate dignity
] Yes...! Actually, I would!
: When all else fails, use more duct tape!
: [holding up a dark blue debit card and seemingly lecturing teenage viewers to "not spend more than you earn"
] So don't ever think that an ATM card like this is like a bottomless pit of cash that just lets you spend whatever you want... for that, you need this...
[holds up a gold card
] Red Green
: ...a CREDIT card!
: [to Harold
] Why don't you put your money where your mouth is. Or do you have that much money?
: You and your wife go out for a walk and you hold... Dalton Humphries
: My temper. Red Green
: No, she's feeling romantic so she takes your... Dalton Humphries
: I don't want to argue with anyone larger than my van.
Dalton Humphrey (Bob Bainborough)
: Red, could you store the boat for me at your house? I'm afraid of what Ann-Marie will say if she finds out I bought a boat. Red Green
: Aw, c'mon, Dalton - - you can't let your wife scare you or make you bow to her wishes. A husband has the right to make his own decisions, regardless of what his wife thinks. You wanted a boat, you bought one - - end of story. Besides, if I bring this boat home, Bernice'll kill me!
: [opening monologue
] Uhh, hello. Thank you. Welcome to the show, and a very special hello to all the security guards out there who have chosen to watch us rather than the lobby monitor.
: You understand relativity, Hap? Hap Shaughnessy
: Yeah, just the, the stuff I worked on. Harold Green
: But I thought Einstein worked on relativity when he was really young. Hap Shaughnessy
: Yeah, cute kid. He had some good ideas. They were rough, but good. I didn't mind giving him a hand with his... relative-itty. Harold Green
: Excuse me, Mr. Shaughnessy, but I don't understand how Einstein is younger than you. Hap Shaughnessy
: WAS, Harold, WAS. I worked a lot faster than Albert, that's all. Much, much faster. So we aged, at different rates. Red Green
: Oh, that's possible. I just felt a little older there, myself.
: [Red wants him to give a sermon in front of some soon-to-arrive Canadian auditors to falsely convince them that Possum Lodge is a legitimate religious organization
] We're never gonna be able to fake this to those government people! They'll see right off that we're not for real! Red Green
] Oh, come on, Harold - - they're from the Tax Department! They've never been to church, either!
] On a warm summer's day when we're not after bass/We get out the van and fill her up with gas/Pull up behind a car headin' down the road/Pull up so darn close, you'd think we're bein' towed/Tailgatin'/Tailgatin'/Kinda looks like the vehicles are matin'/Tailgatin'/Tailgatin'/Just make sure your brakes are okay/In retrospect, that was an oversight on our part.
: This town needs a new doctor, so I'm sending out an open invitation to any doctor watching this show to come on up to Possum Lake. Harold Green
: Uncle Red, the only doctors watching this show are psychiatrists. Red Green
: Says Mr. Case Study.
: Well, your dad taught you about the birds and the bees, didn't he? Red Green
: No, he just gave me a book by Mickey Spillane called "Kiss Me Deadly" and he said this is what married people do. I thought he meant shoot each other and have car chases.
[in a quietly dignified and mildly reproachful voice after Harold's criticizing/protesting about Red's self-serving and not-totally-honest behavior towards the Gorgonites; he feels somewhat holy and above rebuke when dressed in his fancy red ceremonial robe
] Red Green
: Well, now, I don't think the Grand Master appreciates that tone.
: [having given an optimistic but unconvincing speech about a man's bald spot actually being a lot younger and more full of life than the rest of his body
] There - - now do you feel better about your bald spot? Me, neither!
: [referring to the lodge's cantankerous chef's having quit in a huff
] Well, we may have lost Eddie as cook, but there is a DOWNSIDE, too.
: Uncle Red will be right back with his extra terrestrials. Red Green
: Hey wait a minute! I have the same number of terrestrials as everybody else.
: Maybe it's time to replace the words "Watch this," with phrases that are more suited to your current physical condition. Phrases like "Where are my glasses?" or "Where are my other glasses?" or the ever-popular "Honey, I swear it must've been the dog."
: If my dog had eaten as much homework as I said he did, he'd be passing firelogs!
: All right; I'll pull the little water-skiers. Red Green
: Great. Thanks, Hap. Hap Shaughnessy
: It's too bad. I can see me wrestling the great white shark, or riding the great white whale. Red Green
: Or telling the great white lie.
: I cannot believe Old Man Sedgwick still drinks to excess. He should start acting his age. Red Green
: If Old Man Sedgwick acted his age, he'd be ten years dead.
: [advising "you middle-aged guys out there" about the virtues of taking a course and getting a trade-certificate
] So get yourself some training, and if that doesn't work out, well, just tell any prospective employer that you do everything that Red Green says, and that'll PROVE that you're certifiable!
: [describing a scene that shows him stream-fishing with Harold
] ... and Harold and I are gonna try and have some "quiet time", but he keeps talking!
] Oh, a horse with a horn is called a unicorn/A horse with stripes is called a zebra/A horse with wings is called Pegasus/And a horse with a broken leg is called glue.
: [reading the Salamander Lodge saying
] "Quando Omni Flunkus Terra Retreatum"? Harold Green
: [a bit proudly and grandly
] Yes... it means, "When all else fails, hide under a rock". Red Green
: [in a sneering tone of unimpressed disgust, implying that he thinks that Harold has already failed to be a proper or self-confident grownup, and so he should just hide himself in shame
] Okay, then - - you wait here, and I'll go get a ROCK!
] Hey kids, can you turn the music up? Can you play that song a bit louder? Can you pump up the bass and treble, and increase the output power? Hey kids, can you turn up the boom box? Can you find louder music to play? 'Cause I've just done a really stupid thing, and I rather not hear what my wife has to say.
: [Introducing the "Auto Biography" section of the show
] This week we have Winston Rothschild of Rothschild's Sewage and Septic Sucking Services. Winston Rothschild
] "No tank too big, no tank too small, teacup or cesspool, we suck 'em all."
[Red's final line.
] Red Green
: In fact, everybody changed...except me.
: We learned that everything has its place. Mine is here, Harold's is over there, and Moose's barber kit's is at the bottom of the lake.
: [sadly conceding that his generation has lost the battle against the encroaching computer technology
] The enemy is at the gates - - heck, the enemy may even be NAMED "Gates"!
: Stay tuned to find out how the treasure hunt turned out. Harold Green
: Big hint... we're still doing the show.
] The fish swam in like horses, and jumped up on the beach / They climbed the split-leaf maple, and each one gave a speech / They sang a bunch of show tunes, then hopped back into the lake / It's amazing what you see up here, after you hit your head really really hard on the dock...
: [after hearing an answering machine message that Hap claims came from Gwyneth Paltrow during a supposed romance with her, but which is obviously just Hap's own voice very poorly disguised in a higher-pitched nasally tone to imitate a love-struck lady's voice
] She sounds like somebody else, Hap. Gordon Pinsent as Hap Shaughnessy
: [innocently and casually
] Well, of COURSE she does, Red - - she's a GREAT ACTRESS! They're EXPERT at disguising their voices. Red Green
: [in a lackluster tone of unimpressed derision
] You might wanna think about BEING AN ACTOR YOURSELF, Hap. Gordon Pinsent as Hap Shaughnessy
: [feigning amused modesty
] I know, but I could never go into that line of work, Red. To be an actor, you have to PRETEND TO BE SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT. Red Green
: [valiantly trying not to snicker, since he knows that this is precisely what the self-aggrandizing Hap does all the time
] Uh-huh. Gordon Pinsent as Hap Shaughnessy
: Yeah, they're PROFESSIONAL LIARS, Red! What kinda man would I be if I got PAID TO LIE? Red Green
: A BILLionaire!
: How can you stand there and say things that don't have a shred of truth to them? Red Green
: Well, that's something that married people just do, Harold.
[Red turns to the camera and waves
] Red Green
: Except us, Bernice!
: I'm hoping to talk to you older guys about self improvement. Y'know these self-help gurus trying to sell you their proven method of how you can be in perfect shape or totally happy, or the big one - have money for retirement? Don't listen to them. They all have the same basic secret: you gotta work hard. You don't want to hear that. If you would've worked hard in the first place, you wouldn't be buying their tapes now. You'd be rich and they'd be buying YOUR tapes. You don't want a sensible plan. You want a shortcut. You don't need the seven habits of effective people, you need the one quick cheat for lazy goof-offs. Oh, yeah. I tell you what: you don't want advice, you want a miracle. And I'm guessing you can't buy a miracle from a smiling bald guy on an info-mercial. So don't let 'em suck you in. When he talks about having money for retirement, he means having YOUR money for HIS retirement. Remember, I'm pullin' for ya. We're all in this together.
: [wanting Mike to think of saying the phrase, "a word game"
] What are we doing here? What is all of this? Mike Hamar (Robson, Wayne)
: Television? Red Green
: Well, I know, but WHAT are we DOING here? Mike Hamar (Robson, Wayne)
: That's what everyone else wants to know!
: Okay, so Old Man Sedgwick's son has moved back in with him, and you can tell by the broken furniture out on the front lawn, and the duct tape they got dividing the rooms exactly in half, and things are really not going all that well. Now, you tell me, what is the worst thing that could happen out of that scenario? Harold
: Well, they could be heating their cabin, like, with a high-sulfur coal, you know? Then meanwhile, on top of the wood stove, both men are rinsing their teeth in the same pewter jar, right? And that would create this symbiotic hydrolysis, right? And then there'd be a thermal inversion, right? And then all of a sudden, the... the sulfur and ions, they... they'd have to COLLIDE with the DENTAL PLAQUE, right? And that'd ACCELERATE the electrons to the point where there'd be this MASSIVE NUCLEAR REACTION, right? Bbut it wouldn't KILL them! Oh, no, it wouldn't KILL them, Uncle Red! But indeed, yes, it would render them ABSOLUTELY STERILE for the REST OF THEIR LIVES! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
[Harold composes himself again
: I'm writing an episode of "The Outer Limits". Red Green
: Harold, you ARE an episode of "The Outer Limits"!
[Red Green recounts all the places he has shopped to try to save $2 on a $100 drill
] Harold Green
: Uncle Red, wait a sec, what about your time and gas? Red Green
: Harold, when you get to my age, time and gas is all you have left.
: [complaining that his doctor always makes him get weighed during every visit to the doctor's office, no matter what illness or injury he's there for; it's always, "Up on the scale, please, Mr. Green," even if his present health concern has absolutely nothing to do with his weight
] And now the doctor says he'd like for me to lose some weight. Well, I'D like for HIM to DROP DEAD! But I've got another solution - - it's not as violent, but it IS dishonest, so it's got that going for it.
: [preparing to saw into the bellows of the old accordion, and speaking in a sarcastic tone to show his disdain for accordion music as being nothing but loud squeally noise - - obviously he's never heard of Lawrence Welk!
] If there are any MUSIC LOVERS out there - - you're WELCOME!
[Dalton crashes his car after adding Red's barbecue sauce/gasoline additive
] Dalton Humphrey
] Red, I need to talk to you. Red Green
: What explosion? I didn't hear anything.
: [opening monologue
] Uhh, Hello, Thank you. Welcome to the show, and a very special hello to all the security guards out there who have chosen to watch us rather than the lobby monitor.
: If at first you don't succeed, switch to power tools.
: Now, most people would see an animal infestation as a problem, but we lodge-members see it as an OPPORTUNITY. Harold Green
: [in a slightly sorrowful, reproachful tone
] Yeah - - an OPPORTUNITY to HUNT OUT OF SEASON...! Red Green
] No, Harold - - does the term "petting zoo" ring any bells? Harold Green
: [slightly anxiously
] No... but it does SOUND an ALARM!
] It is summer. In the shade of an apple tree, you relax with a mint julep or nine. Summer is no time for stress. You casually forget your aunt's birthday. She thanks you.
] Oh, I know a guy with a car named Sue, he was the butt of many jokes / He had named his car after his wife, 'Cause it's hard to start and it smokes.