Bob's Burgers s15e16 Episode Script

1
"Congratulations "
Louise, what are you
doing? Are you writing
"You've won burgers for
life" on the napkins again?
It's our famous Golden Napkin Promotion.
Relax, it's only every tenth napkin.
- I won.
- Yay, Tina.
- So proud of you.
- Oh, my God.
Hello, Bob. Linda-Bob.
- Assorted Belchkins.
- Hi, Mr. Fischoeder.
- Hey, Mr. Fisch.
- Hello.
- Hi.
- Squire.
Uh, you can't be here for rent
'cause we're not even late.
Well, we're late, but we're not late.
We're early late.
We're playing hard
to get checks from.
No, I'm here to
hand-deliver an invitation.
I'm saving money on stamps.
That's how I got rich.
That and being born rich.
"You are cordially
invited to a brunch "
- Cordially. Us.
- Ooh, brunch.
"to honor the 100th birthday
of Ulysses Fischoeder." Who's that?
That is my oldest living relative.
And still pretty hot for a tortoise.
Wait. You're throwing a
100th birthday party brunch
- for a tortoise?
- Uh, yeah, Dad. [SCOFFS] This guy.
Ulysses isn't just any tortoise.
He's met Lindbergh. He made Garbo smile.
Three presidents have shaken his foot.
Who's ever shaken your foot, Bob?
Uh, n-n-no one.
Did you all say you wanted
to see some family photos?
I mean, I was thinking it.
- [LINDA] Ooh.
- [GENE] It must've been wild
the day everything in
the world turned to color.
Now, I'll save you a stamp
and collect your RSVPs. So?
I mean, thank you, but
we don't really close
for reptile birthdays, so
I don't remember that
being in our charter.
And a tortoise party
is the best invitation
this family has had in months,
- possibly ever.
- I believe you.
- Yeah, I want to go.
- Shell yes.
I'm turtle-heading already.
Or should I say tortoise-heading?
- You should.
- You shouldn't.
- So Bob?
- [SIGHS] Fine.
[OTHERS] Yay.
-Wow
-I thought the Turtle on Entourage
had a busy social life.
You're Calvin's scruffy burger
buddy, right? Barb, isn't it?
- Yup, it's Barb.
- No-no, it's, uh, Bob.
Hi, Randolph. This is my family.
- They're, well, you know.
- Hello.
Mm. Are you catering this event?
I'll have a Margherita
pizza and a falafel.
- No, we're not catering.
- Dad, get the man a Margherita pizza.
- Mm.
- [FISCHOEDER] Welcome, Belchers.
- Prosecco?
- I won't say prosec-no. [LAUGHS]
Uh, here's a present for Ulysses.
It's a ball that you put treats inside.
Okey dokey.
A ball with treats inside?
Did someone just fix sports?
So, where's the birthday boy?
He's off with Inga, putting his face on.
Geez, look at all these turtle
party people. Ooh, who's that?
[FISCHOEDER] That's Bailey
Cornwallis, an old paramour of mine.
- She's pretty.
- You should see her naked,
like I did many times.
- [BOB] Mm.
- Okay.
You guys enjoying the turd-ass
I mean, tortoise party?
Felix, be nice. It's Ulysses' day.
I am being nice. Tell him to be nice.
Why does he get the day?
It's my birthday, too.
When it's your 100th, we'll celebrate.
Get ready, bro.
Calvin, when are you going
to let me represent Ulysses?
There is honking demand right now
for tortoises with the right look.
Bob, this is Ian. He's a pet agent.
Uh, yes, hi. We've met.
Wait, are you the guy
who had the squirrel
that lived in your hair?
- Yes.
- [SIGHS] No.
Calvin, I just took a call
from a major moisturizer brand.
They're looking for a tortoise
to be the face of dry skin.
We're talking real money.
Moisturizer money.
Mm Yeah, I'll think about it.
It films in Croatia where
the tortoise labor laws
are a little more loosey-goosey,
and don't even get me
started on their goose laws.
Mmm, stuffed dates.
Hey, I hear you used to
date Mr. Fischoeder. Ha!
- I'm Linda.
- Bailey.
Yes, we used to stuff
each other's dates.
Bailey, you're naughty.
What can I say? He's my type.
Handsome, rich, one-eyed.
- Oh.
- It's called mono-ocular-philia,
and, sister, I got it bad.
Aw, so sweet. Well, what
happened with you two?
Oh, the usual. My business took off.
I was traveling all the time.
This was before sexting,
so we faxed each other.
We called it saxting, and
it wasn't very satisfying.
Ah, still sounds kind of hot.
That fax coming in
[IMITATES FAX MACHINE]
Gather round, everyone.
It's time to say hello to the
reptile that makes you smile.
[WHISTLES] Hopefully,
that was the right whistle.
If Inga brings in the
panther, just stand very still.
Happy ♪
Okay, started way too soon, my bad.
- Poop. Poop. Poop.
- Wow, lot of it.
The turtle eat and poop all day.
It only take break when making
sex to ottoman in my room.
Can't you just be happy for them, Inga?
His poop is very green.
What's his secret?
Dandelion leaves. It grow over there.
Is turtle's favorite. Is like its crack.
- My crack is crackers.
- My crack is crack.
- What is?
- Uh, it-it's a treat ball.
Y-You hide treats inside
it, and it stimulates
I-I should've done a gift card.
Yeah. You should've. Now,
thank you all for coming.
Ulysses has outlived my
grandfather, my father,
and will someday outlive me.
With my millionaire lifestyle,
I'm just one space tourism
disaster away from a Pine box.
Yes, I mean a Chris
Pine-branded custom casket.
Oh, that's got to be gorgeous.
The Fischoeder Family Tortoise Trust
or "fftt," as I call it
requires a successor
guardian to be named.
Randolph, Felix, Ian, Bailey, Bob
- [RANDOLPH] It's Barb.
- Uh, no, it's [SIGH]
- Never mind.
- [FISCHOEDER] Today, you five
will have the chance to
compete for Ulysses' affection
and be joined with him in
future holy guardianship.
- Oh. - [GASPS]
- Wowie.
- Hmm. - Hmph.
- Oh, no.
And whoever is chosen will also receive
a yearly stipend of $10,000.
- Whoa. - [GASPS]
- Yes!
- You're winning this.
- No, Louise, I'm not.
- Yes! Yes!
- No, no.
- I'm not doing it.
- Yes!
So, one of you will win
the guardianship and Ulysses' heart.
And today, in this
solarium, love will bloom.
Much like my opium poppies
over there. You don't see those.
Um, can I talk to you, Mr. Fischoeder?
Yeah, so I'm not at all interested in
- Can you excuse us?
- Uh, okay.
Dad, we are interested.
You know we've wanted a pet forever,
and I could ride around on
it like a tortoise queen,
who also gets paid $10,000 a year.
- Louise, no.
- And look at it this way,
it's not just a pet for us,
it's a pet for our children.
- Think of Tina Junior.
- Yeah.
- Tina Junior's gonna need this.
- Wait, what?
Aw, she's gonna be fine.
Where would a tortoise even go?
Our apartment's cramped
and possibly not even good for people.
May I butt in?
What about that unused
space on the ground floor?
You mean our restaurant?
Uh Oh, forgot. Yeah, well,
you know, you'd have the stipend.
Plus, the tortoise has
some investments of its own.
- In a shell company, I assume.
- You could rent something nicer.
Then it would be like the
tortoise is our landlord.
- Love that.
- Mr. Fischoeder, what about Inga?
She already takes care of it.
Inga? [LAUGHS] I'm not sure
she'd be that keen on the idea.
Primarily because she
hates him, but let's check.
Inga, would you like
to be Ulysses' guardian?
- [BLOWS RASPBERRY]
- There you go.
Well, it doesn't matter.
I won't win anyway.
Animals don't really like me.
Do you think it's 'cause
they see into your soul
and they're like, "Nah"?
Is it 'cause they're threatened
by all your body hair?
Is it 'cause when it rains,
you get that wet dad smell?
- Mm. Yeah, maybe.
- [CLEARS THROAT]
Now, you're all going to join
in a series of fun activities
in order to get
better-acquainted with Ulysses.
You're gonna be judged
on bonding, chemistry and general vibe.
You'll also each get intimate
one-on-one time with him
down at his mud wallow.
But first, Inga has
some carrots for you.
Um, why are we getting carrots?
[FISCHOEDER] Remember, I'm looking
for eye contact and body language.
[BOB GROANS] This is weird.
Not sure what's weird about this.
Yeah, you're acting like
this is the first time
you've tried to seduce a tortoise
with a carrot in your mouth.
- I hate you.
- Felix.
I said, uh, "You're
great, you." Turd-ass.
[GROANING]
Don't look away. Don't look away.
It's like that scene in Alien.
Be open to love.
Ulysses passed to me. We've connected.
And back to my good friend Ulysses.
- Get in there, Dad.
- If Ulysses sees I'm open
and doesn't pass to me,
it's kind of a sign that
we're not Oh, darn.
Kick it back.
[GRUNTS]
Oh, whoops. Sorry.
Bob's trying to kill the tortoise.
No, I'm not. I'll-I'll
I'll just stop playing.
Look at Ulysses go out there.
If only we could have that energy
when we're 100, right? [LAUGHS]
- [CHUCKLES]
- Well, I'm going to have it, so joke's on you.
All I need is a simple but
slightly illegal procedure
where stem cells are harvested
from our tortoise friend's bone marrow
and injected into my me-marrow.
Then guess who's blowing
out 150 birthday candles.
Randolph Brackenbrown.
Oh. Uh, would the tortoise survive that?
Oh, I hope so. Then I could do it again.
- Scrotum.
- What?
I think that's where they'll
inject it scrotum.
Fortunately, I have a huge one.
That-that's great.
That's-that's good for you.
Next trivia question.
What color are Ulysses' eyes?
[SCOFFS] Too easy.
Trick question it doesn't have eyes.
Black, wet and full of money.
[WHISPERS] Don't write the money part.
Not sure the color,
but I know he's got
two of them, for now.
So, the stand-up comedy challenge.
As we all know, Ulysses has
an amazing sense of humor,
if a bit politically incorrect.
And the winner of this
challenge will receive
five extra minutes
of one-on-one time
with him in the mud
wallow, so bring the funny.
Ulysses, your poop is so fibrous,
when you defecate,
I don't know whether to
gag or knit a sweater.
Okay, this is my impression of Ulysses
running as fast as he can.
[GRUNTING SLOWLY]
Um Wh-What's a tortoise's
favorite kind of music?
Slow jams.
[LAUGHS] Ha Ha Aw, forget it.
- Hack.
- It's his delivery.
Oh, that's my time.
[LOUISE] Look, Dad,
you're not bringing it.
You half-assed the
shell-waxing event.
You were very standoffish
during the tortoise tickling.
And the less said about the
"So That Tortoise Thinks You
Can Dance" segment, the better.
- Agreed.
- I don't really know
how the scoring works, but
I have you in last place.
- I'm fine with that.
- Oh, hi, Ian.
How was your one-on-one
time with Ulysses?
Oh, I think we both felt something.
By the way, I'm doing
some market research.
How interested would you
be in a streaming series
about a tortoise who
goes back to high school?
But it's also a murder mystery.
You know what, never
mind, I see it in your eyes
that you love it.
Eh, I don't know if show business
is a good life for a tortoise.
The press junkets, the scrutiny.
On the other hand, he could get
an earring, like Harrison Ford.
Yeah, Ian's maybe not great.
And Felix can barely
take care of himself.
And Randolph over there
wants to suck out the
tortoise's bone marrow.
Where are your bones?
- So, not ideal.
- Oh, hey, Bailey.
I'm up next, I think, and I'm
ready to flirt-le with a turtle.
Bailey, you seem rich.
You probably have a nice big yard
for the tortoise to run around in, huh?
I do. I have a big game park.
Oh, games are fun.
Yup. We have a lot of big animals there
running around enjoying themselves.
- That's nice.
- And then people shoot them.
What? Shoot them?
I mean, they usually miss.
Sometimes we have to shoot them
and tell the client they shot them.
- Customer service.
- Okay, um
But that shell's bulletproof, right?
He'll be fine.
Wow, so I guess everyone
here is terrible.
Too bad animals hate you so much, Dad.
- Yeah. Thank you, Tina.
- You're welcome.
Gene, Tina, could I
speak to you privately?
- About childhood?
- [GENE GROANS]
Dad needs help.
He needs something that's,
like, performance-enhancing.
Calf implants? I've been a
squeaky wheel on that one.
No, like a Oh. Come on.
I like Dad's skinny calves.
It's like his ankles just keep going.
You're up, Bob. This mud
isn't going to wallow itself.
- [SIGHS]
- Hold on, Dad.
- Let's smarten you up a little.
- Okay.
Tuck that shirt in.
Fluff up whatever cute
little muscle is in there.
I'm just doing a general dusting.
- There.
- Wow. Bob.
I want to take you
down to the mud wallow.
Um So, guess you like mud, huh?
I-I get it.
Uh, m-maybe we don't need to talk. Oh.
Uh, um
He might be attacking.
- Can Bob outrun a tortoise?
- Not in those shoes.
Oop. And I fell in the mud.
Wait, what's happening?
- Do-do you like me?
- Well, look at that.
- Turtle never done that.
- No, he has not.
An animal likes me.
Should I be jealous of that thing?
Ulysses has chosen.
The winner is Bob.
- [KIDS AND LINDA CHEERING]
- He chose poorly.
We're getting a brother!
This tortoise queen is gonna saddle up!
Thanks for coming. Sorry
you were all unworthy.
Ugh, I guess I'll find something
else to put in my scrotum.
You could've been the next Free Willy.
And sure, you could argue
if Willy was ever free,
but you know what, he was rich.
That's a rich whale.
I'm just gonna go to my tree-house
and research tortoise
poison. I mean take a nap.
Calvin, why don't you come
down and bag a rhino? It's easy.
I've got one with arthritis.
You could bag me, too.
I've also got arthritis.
You make it sound very tempting.
Aw, Bobby, you're a turtle whisperer.
I know. The tortoise
met three presidents,
and it chose me, Lin.
So, how long before we tell
Dad that we put dandelion leaves
in his pocket before his tortoise date?
I mean, soon, right?
But also maybe never?
Look at him, he's glowing.
[GENE] What's that weird
expression on Dad's face?
I've never seen it before.
- I think it's pride?
- Oh.
It is time for turtle to take nap.
Too much stimulation.
Except from boring snack ball.
Eh, I think he's gonna
warm up to the snack ball.
I know what my boy likes.
Maybe he takes his nap later.
We're sort of doing this right now.
- Mm. Mm-mm.
- Ow.
Who peed on her Swedish meatball?
Oh, she's been weird all day.
Bob, there are some
legal documents to sign,
but the notary texted
that he's running late.
Note to notary get a watch.
Might as well tell you now,
Bob, I wanted you all along.
You did? Wh-Why didn't you just ask me?
Because you would've said no.
That's why I filled out the
contest with awful candidates,
so your dopey family burger man decency
would kick in and you'd step up.
It was the simplest way, really.
- This was the simplest way?
- Yep.
Take Ulysses into the solarium
for the signing session, would you?
I'm gonna go change into
my notarizing gloves.
They're thumbless.
Dad, hoist me up.
The tortoise queen wants to
take her steed for a spin.
He's not ours yet, Louise.
Also, I don't think you're
supposed to sit on them.
- You shouldn't sit on them.
- Notary's here.
- Things are about to get inky.
- Christopher.
- Hey, Christopher.
- Hi. - Hello.
Wait, you know each other?
Poor people need things notarized?
No, he just dates our babysitter.
Christopher, you naughty notary.
I'm sorry I'm late. I just finished
refinancing on a houseboat.
Pens were rolling everywhere.
Where's Inga?
We need Ulysses' signature,
and she's good at getting
him to lift his foot.
She has to be to floss his toes.
Uh, maybe I can help
since he trusts me so much.
Eh, eh, slow your roll, Bob.
Inga. [WHISTLES]
Ugh, she's probably sulking in her room.
Why would she be sulking?
Uh, we just had a fight.
She said she changed her mind
and she did want to be
Ulysses' guardian after all.
What? I, uh, hope you said no
'cause I won fair and square.
Um sure you did.
She also told me that the contest
was a dumb way to decide,
which was very hurtful.
No, no, it was scientific.
She told me she decided that
Ulysses was important to her.
Oh, boy. Uh, Dad?
But I think she's after the stipend.
I think she's a shelldigger.
- Dad?
- A shelldigger.
- Dad, look in your pocket.
- Huh? Uh, why?
- Wh-What are these?
- Dandelion leaves.
- Oh.
- That's why Ulysses came to you.
Like how we put Skittles in your pocket
to get Gene to like you.
- [GENE] Mm-hmm.
- [BOB CHUCKLES]
Yeah, I don't think that was it.
Ulysses?
Uly-Ulysses? Come here.
Come to me. [SIGHS]
Ulysses, please, come to me right now.
- Oh, Bob.
- Ulysses.
- Bob. Bob.
- I'm calling your name.
- Now you're just begging.
- Lin Wait, Lin. Ulysses.
- It's getting sad.
- He's thinking about it.
Oh, he's pooping.
A really special one, though. Show-off.
- Inga?
- Oh, she's not here.
- Good eye, Mom.
- There's a note.
"I fly to Sweden tonight.
Is lingonberry season.
"They always need pickers.
"And stompers if you got feet for it.
"Hurts too much to stay
knowing mustache man
will one day take turtle away from me."
It doesn't make sense. I
thought Inga hated the tortoise.
- [GASPS] She did a Clueless.
- A what?
Like how Alicia Silverstone
didn't like Paul Rudd
till he was about to
be with someone else,
and then she knew she was
in love with her stepbrother.
- Seriously? That was in Clueless?
- God bless the '90s.
"Please give turtle my ottoman
so he can keep make sex with it."
Aw. "Also,
"Mr. Calvin, I mix up your
special sleepy-time cocktail.
"Is in fridge. And your
wakey-time powder is in pantry.
-In box marked 'cocaine.'"
-Oh, good.
Ulysses belongs with
Inga. She deserves him.
- Yeah.
- This is all my fault.
Well, it's mostly your fault, kids.
And, Mr. Fischoeder, your
fault for doing all of this.
And not my fault at all.
You got very into it very quickly.
You said you were
getting a tortoise tattoo.
Yeah, I did say that.
So, Inga's leaving.
- I know what I have to do.
- [BOB] Good.
- Hire another Inga.
- Wait, what? No.
Yes. There's a service.
See? Done. One's on their way.
No, Mr. Fischoeder. Cancel the new Inga.
Y-You have to go to the
airport to stop original Inga
- from getting on the plane.
- Oh, fine,
but I'm only bringing her
back to do a final poop sweep.
Inga, bring the car around
right n Oh right.
Hmm. How do I get my car?
- [SIGHS] Do you have the keys?
- Keys. Say more.
- Car keys.
- Uh
The keys to your
Forget it. We'll take mine.
- Fine.
- And I'll wait here on this
- comfy ottoman.
- Gene, don't sit on that.
- Come on. We got to move.
- Oh, dear.
W-Was this car in a war?
- That we lost?
- I know,
it's not very nice. [SIGHS]
Hopefully, we're not too
late. I mean, how are we ever
gonna find her and Oh, there she is.
Ugh. We could've walked here.
I got in this horrible car for nothing.
Huh, doesn't look like
there are enough chairs,
so I guess one of us
should sit on the tortoise.
- I'll do it.
- [LINDA] Keep off him, Louise.
- It's his birthday.
- Ooh. Better idea.
Tortoise queen chariot.
[LINDA] I guess that's okay.
Whoa-ho-ho. We're on the go.
Guys, better move if you
don't want to be trampled.
[GENE AND TINA] Whoa.
[TINA] Phew.
My lance. Ulysses, take
me to something lance-able.
Come on, kids. We better make sure
she doesn't go into traffic.
- The slow lane.
- [LOUISE] Hey.
I'll stay here and
keep the ink pad moist.
Sorry, I have to bill another hour.
It's nine dollars.
Inga. You're-you're still here.
[INGA] I wait for rideshare to airport.
App keeps saying two minutes.
Um, Mr. Fischoeder, do you
have something to say to Inga?
Yes, Inga, where are the car keys?
What? No. Inga, Ulysses didn't pick me.
My kids cheated.
He should be with you.
- So, Bob is bad. Bad Bob.
- [BOB] Hmm.
- No hard feelings except against Bob.
- [BOB] Mm-mm.
And, Inga, I'll generously
let you un-quit and come back.
- No. Still quit.
- Are you Inga?
Uh, h-hold on. Sh-She needs a minute.
Okay, but the app only
lets me wait three minutes,
and then it vibrates and stuff.
Here, every day is
like, "Is turtle okay?
Does poop look nice?"
In Sweden, no worries.
Stomp lingonberries,
drink lingonberry wine,
sleep in lingonberry wagon.
Inga, we know you care about Ulysses.
You asked to keep him.
Y-You Clueless-ed.
You mean when Alicia Silverstone
discover she love Paul Rudd?
Yes, exactly.
Me wanting turtle was mistake.
I see now, is too much.
I go Sweden, live lingonberry life.
Inga, you can pretend you don't care,
that you have this
thick shell, if you will.
- Oh, really, Bob, her shell?
- Shush.
- Inga, you do care.
- [LINDA] Hey, you found Inga.
All hail the tortoise queen.
Is he coming to me?
Oh, my God, he's coming to me.
And never mind.
- I put bag in trunk.
- Uh, let me help you with that.
Oh, you got it? Oh, okay.
Go ahead, Inga, leave
for your so-called Sweden.
- I'll be fine. So will Felix.
- No!
You won't be fine.
Mr. Fischoeder, you're
too proud to admit it,
but you need Inga.
And, Inga, I think
you need the tortoise.
And the tortoise needs the
ottoman? The math is weird.
But beautiful.
So, Inga, what do you say, hon?
Oh, she's getting in the car.
Inga, wait. Bob's right. Please stay.
You're the only one who
can put Felix to bed.
And I want you to stay.
And I hid your passport.
- Okay. I stay.
- [CHEERING]
Oh, you got that? Okay, good.
Oh, thank God.
I'm gonna go to the airport anyway.
What the hell?
- Money raise.
- Fine. Money raise.
- Second ottoman.
- Second ottoman.
Wakey-time powder for Inga?
- Wakey-time powder for everyone.
- [KIDS CHEER]
- [BOB] No, no.
- [LINDA] No.
[CHRISTOPHER] I hereby pronounce
this document notarized.
You may clean your thumb and foot.
[CRYING] Oh, I'm so happy for them.
It is really beautiful.
[SIGHS] So we're out one tortoise.
Tell me more about that panther.
Total cuddle-muffin,
when tranquilized.
Um, pass.
[FISCHOEDER] There's also a chimp
in a fedora around here someplace.
[GENE] Go on.
She's the turtle
queen, that's right ♪
Chariot pulled by
her turtle steed ♪
Not in a hurry, got
no need for speed ♪
They wait for you when
you're the turtle queen ♪
Bow down ♪
Look, she's passing by ♪
Bow down ♪
Likes to take her time ♪
Bow down ♪
If it takes you a while to ♪
Bow down ♪
You can take your time ♪
She's the turtle queen, yeah. ♪