524 - 12 to the Moon
|Short - Design for Dreaming:|
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I love that lady.
She's in everything!
Ok. 5 words. First word sounds like grope. Pope of Greenwich Village?
You know, we gotta get our Christmas tree earlier next year, these are really dumb.
"It's gold, isn't it?"
No, it's that cheep crap they sell on QVC
Tom: Boy, I'm really gonna miss this old satellite. HEY! Can we blow it up when we leave?
Hey, it's downtown St. Paul after 5.
(Clouseau voice) How did I knew der war moonkies on board?
Let's draw straws to see who we cut open and crawl inside!
Oh God, the American's in trouble!
Save him, save him!
Drop the British guy, save the American!
I'm going to set this to Central Stud Time, because I'm Sledge Riprock!
short was the coke of the future !!!!!!
your deal with the devil is complete !
[Crow] Ah, security to the showroom floor please...
I'll praise whoever I want, white boy-
Who dumped dry ice on the console?
Um,did he take the psych test before we left?
Whoa, the captain's a log short of a cord.
But I should warn you... you want me.
Just call me Bobo, Frank
If only we had a...oh, we do.
THERE IS NO STEAM ON THE MOON!
Let go of my foot, Ron! Just accept your fate!
Welcome, Professor MITTENS!
"While she's dancing, the Japanese are making great cars!"
"From which we hope to gain a new perspective."
Which I, for one, think is long overdue.
Why did I believe the invisible thing?
"Now I am turning on my invisible electromagnetic ray screen". Even I don't buy it.
Captain's Log: girls got a look at my space station.
take your stinking cats back, they've scratched up our entire planet!
Captain Rod Codpiece - on the Mooooooon!
Happy Birthday, Wanda June...
A subpoena? For meee?!
You're going to kiss her, aren't you?
Great, I'll talk to the potentially evil specter while you two cower behind the desk.
So your old man was a nazi huh?
Take it off!!
Call me Buttons the Dwarf!
Whoa. You've got a schwartzvalt going on there.
When I get out, Starsky's a dead man!
No! That's the Mars button!
Are these the twelve that are going to the moon?
Oh, wow! This is gonna be great! It's got a rocket and everything!
There's probably some giant kid standing just off screen with a controller.
It's all dark and there's stars and stuff!
"Penetration rocket." Don't SAY that!
Jeez, I didn't think space would be so vast, and stuff!
"Ladies and gentlemen, the budget just ran out. So from here on out just bear with us."
"We are constantly being bombarded by rocks!"
"And useless dialog."
"T.V. repairmen on the moon!"
"Stupid meteors! Pig dogs..."
"Yes, by the year 1980 we WILL be living on the moon!"
"Remember when we were living on the moon in 1980?"
"Look, dead raccoon of tomorrow."
"Crow, that's 30 love."
"Praise whatever I want, white boy"
Can I eat you when you die?
Throw yourself on the flaming moon rock!
Oh, I see that as a cry for help.
"At any moment..."
I may die.
Uh oh. I feel a song coming on!
I can't wear gray. My application specifically said no gray.
If 'Are You Being Served?' is the kind of programming...
I'd love to get the storyboards for this scene.
Good thing I'm the hunky, American lead or I would've been done for.
It seems that jerry has already dickie-birded into the cheese factory, sir.
Let go of my foot, Rod! Accept your fate, Rod!
The moon is officially icky.
"That's one small step for a man—"
"I covered that already."
"Touch" ♫... Touch... Thought I heard you callin' my name ♫
It's the first time you've called me David! My name's Larry.
I bet he'd trade that dog for 3 or 4 more lines.
"...because..." The night belongs to lovers.
My god! Cuba's huge!
My Dove bar's melting; gotta go.
Give Heinrich the Heimlich!
"A power that wishes to scare us away!" Dianetics!
I have named it! It's called Me-ite!
C. Robot; Sensible Brown Pants, 3 of 6
Check. Check. Queen to Queen's Pawn 4. Check and mate.
Now Roddy: pull my pencil.
Thanks, Captain. You've improved my motivation and sense of empowerment.
Hey! How's your little wire mother!?
- will you translate them?
"it says... you die Joe"
Captain, we're being fertilized!
It's from Pat Buchanan!
Follow the sound of their lips!
The moon has serious gopher trouble...
I'm registering static cling!
Hey - there's no steam in a vacuum!
Chunk Pylon, here...
I call "No-way"!
Sometimes a sunhat is just a sunhat...
In France we have better moons than you people! Stupid...
Hey, would you look at this? I guess my stick WAS shorter than the German's.
There was CLEARLY a stick involved!
Where's your invisible thing?
Now, I'm activating my wings...and I'll fly!
I hope I like ze moon!
GIVE US CYD CHARISSE!
I clutched the invitation to my boooosoms.
Someone invent rock and roll, please!
Ladies and gentlemen the budget just ran out, so from here on out just bear with us.
"Allah be praised!" "Praise the ship, not Allah." I'll praise whoever I want, white boy.
Everybody to get from street.
I want to be a dentist.
There's a crrrack in the dilithium crrrystals!!! I've got to have two hours, Captain, to save the ship!
I'll be Erlick Heinrich Harring Alricht Henny Ickri Von Poopie.
This makes no sense and yet it's working.
I'll praise whoever I want, white boy.
This is Radio Clash...
The moon does not deny me it's essence.
Doc Martins ON THE MOON!
I wet my little kitty pants!
"Better get her to the kitchen quick!" The tater tots are burning!
Woah, Holly Goweirdly!
Tom "Uh, say Mike, if you and Helena Bonham Carter there are finished, can we please start our tennis game, hmm?" Mike "Um, we could but Merchant and Ivory are calling!"
That microphone is the devil.
Nuveena, Nuveena... Why don't you marry her huh?
Why must I buy every clock I see?
♫With my sword and magic helmet...♫
The 'closed three plants' car!
"♫I want a Pontiac too...♫" She is a high-maintenance date.
♫He was a famous bugle-boy from out Chicago way... ♫
"It's a salute to Mr. B Natural!"
"Flowerpot... pitchfork... noodle... Prince."
"My work here is done. Now you can all just look at my clearly-defined area."
"A Screen Gems™ Presentation!"
"They put a diaphragm on an old flatiron!"
"Captain Ron Codpiece-- on the MOON!"
"Jeez. The Moon's covered with Fresh Step™."
"PIGS... IN... SPAAACE...!"
"The Extension Of My Manhood Car!"
"She can really belt the Blues."
"This is a rebuttal to Roger & Me."
"Right in the middle of the Steinman-Hochsberg wedding reception!"
"Wow. I think I'M in this!"
"Let's see. Hi, Mom! It's our first day in space, couple of monkeys on board. Probably meet 'em at lunch."
Future may not be available as seen. Personal fates may vary. Future not available in Africa, India, or Central or South America.
Kind of like refrigerator magnet credits here
So this would the the "Up" part of her manic mood swings I'm guessing. Looks like her Mother's Little Helpers kicked in.
And they stroll into action!
I kind of feel bad about our passions of conquest...
Yes, by the year 1980 we will be living on the moon. -Remember when we were living on the moon in 1980?
Did you know you can only apply one-sixth the tongue on the Moon?
That's foreign for "better you than me."
They're bombing London... bombing France...bombing my underpants....
Look out! Bridge to the future's out!!
So, whaddya think we learned here?
3 maybe 4 people would've been a heck of a lot better than 12...Oh! And always bring cats!
Didn't like the cats...
Walk slow and stupid--we're on the moon!
Stump Hugelarge at the controls.
"Captain Anderson, I'd like to explore deeper please." NO!
Savoir faire is everywhere!
What's goin' on around here, any of you Euro-freaks speak English?
Look, dead raccoon of tomorrow.
Pregnant woman and schnauzer optional.
Here, attach these jumper cables to his nipples.
I see a sign that says, "Wall Drug - 200,000 miles ahead".
Whoa, exploding urinal cakes!
Whoa, exploding urinal cakes!
Whoa, exploding urinal cakes!
Sorry we had to turn you into a dog, Ted, but it was necessary!
HARRRRRRRRRAH!! HAHRRRRRRRRRR-HUHHH!! Silk casual by Digby Morton of London. Clown suit by Bargain Clown of Hollywood.
"Costumes by Emilio of Capri." Unfettered avarice by Madison Avenue.
Future may not be available as seen. Individual fates may vary. Future not available in Africa, India, or Central or South America.
"Ready for release!" - Oh god yes.
"Let's link up this area." Hey! Stink up your own area!
"There seems to be something unusual under here." - Why it's a Sampo!
My work here is done. Now you can all just look at my clearly defined area.
Well, I suppose...over.
It's been a long day...over.
Pregnant woman and schnauzer- optional.
What's goin' on around here? Any of you EURO-FREEKS speak any English? Lets get the rules straight right away- we speak in English...
Way to ruin a moon walk chuckles!
I guess Nancy Reagan's back in town!
Mayor Dinkins declares New York really cold -- moves tenants inside!
The Earth is being rid of soap scum, thanks to thousands of Scrubbing Bubbles!
It's just like what we saw earlier, only backwards!
Hey, the schmaltz is on fire!
So, Mission Fraidy Cat comes to a close!
Captain's Log: We are running away as fast as we can.
I did it! I saved us all! I'm Chunk Ironchest and I won!
You guys ever sat on a German before? I mean right on him. Weird.
Is this the end of Captain Chuck Hardslab?
That's your early warning system? A Cocker spaniel?
Conspicuous consumption makes our love stronger!
While she's dancing, the Japanese are making great cars...
God, Heinrich ate one of the cats!
Oh, no, the throwpillows are attacking!
"Now I'm turning on my invisible electro-magnetic viewscreen." Even I don't buy it.
"...that he changed his name." To Evelyn Champagne King.
Tank Concrete, astronaut.
"During the entire flight..." I'll be talking.
Yes, I am captain Cliff Beefpile.
Look, dead raccoon of tomorrow.
"Why it's you!" Who?
Your deal with the Devil is now complete!
Chorus Line 2: The Wrath of Chaka Khan.
It's a salute to Mr. B Natural!
Just because it's futuristic doesn't mean it's practical.
"May I come as I am?" No, you must come as Geechy Guy!
[steam billows] Looks like a NORML meeting.
Wisconsin farmer Howard Fleece took this footage of an actual angel.
P.S. We'll give you your stinkin' cats back, they've scratched up our entire planet...
That guy is still alive?
looks like there in a wham video,
touch it...drink it! ill call it me juice!
Fonzie's death car!
Ladies and gentlemen, the budget just ran out. From here on out, just bear with us.
I vasn't told there would be minkeys on board.
This kind of weather wouldn't even phase the midwest!
Messiah tracks ... two, three days old.