American Dad s18e06 Episode Script

Better on Paper

STAN: Credit where credit's due.
This is the greatest
game of hide and seek
you've ever played, Roger.
"To: Francine"?
"Can I see your boobies
in fourth period?
Circle Y or N?"
She circled N,
but I can see where she circled Y
and erased it!
These are all old love notes.
Why is Francine saving these?
Hiding in plain sight
as one of your personas.
I got you, Roger! Ow!
Focus, Stan.
You know the difference between
Roger and a real spider.
Good morning, U.S.A. ♪
I got a feelin'
that it's gonna be a wonderful day ♪
The sun in the sky has
a smile on his face ♪
And he's shinin'
a salute to the American race ♪
Oh, boy, it's swell to say ♪
- Good ♪
- Good morning, U.S.A. ♪
Good morning, U.S.A. ♪
It's the shaving song,
we're in the leg zone ♪
Where the tibia
meets the talus bone ♪
No need for cream,
that stuff's for chumps ♪
Press the blade down hard and ♪
Shaving your gams for Corey D?
Who's Corey D?
From third grade.
He thinks "you're Berry cool."
You went through my stuff?
I was looking for Roger.
You haven't found him yet?
- He's in the
- Don't tell me where he is!
What I did find is this shoebox
filled with love letters to my wife!
Are you threatened by these?
They're just momentos I save
so our grandkids'll know
mee-maw was a smoke-show.
There is a world where
I could be overreacting.
Promise me you'll put those letters back
and stop worrying about them.
Of course, my love.
This is the end of it.
Your mother and I are getting a divorce.
- ALL: What?!
- Unless
we determine none of these
old paramours are threats.
Your mother's been saving old
love letters behind my back.
I've assembled this
command center at we work
as a last-ditch effort
to save our marriage.
Maybe she just likes to
look back at memories.
That's what she told me,
but until we comb through every word,
I have to assume the worst.
I already have the
divorce papers written up.
I'm gonna pin them here to motivate you.
We're on it, Dad!
If we suss out that any
of these losers are still
after our mom, they're freaking dead!
Yeah. Sorry, "Tony," but my mom
doesn't care that you think her hair is
"shinier than the sun."
You better back the freak off!
Yeah! And listen to this clown.
let me swim around in your mouth"
Oh, this is from me when
I was obsessed with her.
And I can freaking shove off already!
- What is it, Jeff?
- It's
It's over, Mr. S!
This man writes beautiful
poetry to Mrs. S.
These words make my heart
freaking pitter-patter!
"Francine, your skin
as soft as oleander petals"
"weeping willows"
"gentle breeze upon the Nile."
- Oh!
- It's so good.
And, look, there's more of them!
This guy's been writing these for years!
Who wrote this gorgeous crap?
It's anonymous.
C.I.A.? It's one of my coworkers?
You know what you have to do, Dad.
I have to go to the C.I.A.
and find out who's best at poems, right?
And then rip out their freaking throat!
The drug lord Eisenrich has been
Dr. Weitzman, why are you
sleeping in our conference room?
I got dumped, and my girlfriend
got my apartment in the breakup.
I should have known that
contract she gave me
on our first date wasn't
just for "funsies"!
Don't get me started
on funsies contracts.
That's how I got saddled with my
ex's alligator farm in Orlando.
Ohh, I should go work on my lab stuff.
As I was saying,
we finally located
the drug lord, Eisenrich.
He's in the jungles of Brazil.
Shoot. I was hoping Orlando.
Sir, sounds like you'll need
an agent with poetic prowess.
Allow me to test the agents.
I don't see how poetry can
Dick, perform a haiku about Brazil.
Brazil is a nut.
I have two brazils in my pants.
Jackson, describe this painting.
Let's try something different.
Would you describe my wife's breasts as,
A, large; B, medium;
or, C, a tonic which could heal
all that ails the human spirit?
I'm gonna say D, cool!
How about I print these
and let you all fill
them out individually?
The main office printer is busted.
You can use mine.
I've got a poem!
Orlando is great, Orlando is fair.
Will you buy one of my "alligaytares"?
[GASPS] The logo!
It's Bullock!
I can't murder my boss.
He could fire me!
Wait, wait! The poems are anonymous.
Mom doesn't know they're from Bullock,
so he can't be a threat, right?
Of course he's a threat!
Those poems are insanely romantic,
and Francine is keeping them,
which means she's into it.
One second alone with Bullock,
he mentions Robert Frost,
and the "road not taken"
definitely won't be her "bajima."
Maybe you could try to be more romantic
- like the poems, Mr. S.
- Let me try.
Ahem. Francine, your hair is like
the noodles.
- A failure!
- We're done!
- Divorce!
- Which noodles?!
The only way to settle this
is to put Bullock and Francine
in a situation where they are alone,
and we see if Francine goes for it.
How do we get them alone?
- A car accident.
- Yes!
Tons of romances start when a hunky dude
accidentally bumps into a sexy lady.
There's a motel on the
side of the highway
that's super romantic.
- We can cause the accident there.
- Perfect.
I need to see them a mustache
hair's away from boning.
Yeah, we all do!
Everyone in position?
Yep, we bribed
the front-desk workers $40
to let us have an empty room.
The rooms cost 40 a night,
so pretty sure you just rented a room.
There, I just lit over 200 candles.
Had to raid the Halloween decorations
for 'em though,
so they're all little smiling pumpkins.
But it's still sexy as hell in there!
I told Bullock there was
a dope owl he had to see,
and I told Francine the same thing.
They should be here soon.
Now for a little flat tire.
This is the shaving song ♪
We're in the leg zone ♪
Shit, shit!
No need for cream ♪
That stuff's for chumps ♪
Press the blade down hard and ♪
Plan B.
Rose petals?!
No way my insurance covers this place.
Are you trying to get me
and Bullock to hook up?
I was seeing if you would
hook up if given the chance.
He's the one who writes you those poems.
You're the author of
those amazing poems?
Oh, those transcendent
poems aren't from me.
They're from you.
I'll explain, but
can I please see this dope owl first?
Oh yeah, sure.
- Wow!
- It is dope.
So this is me?
Sort of. There's a part of you in it.
You see, when an agent joins the C.I.A.,
we do a lot of effed-up things
to ensure you are
successful killing machines.
One of those is the
irreversible operation
of removing the romantic lobe.
How does romance get in
the way of C.I.A. missions?
Romance always gets in the way.
"Goddess Francine,
"I must have done something
beautiful in a past life
to be blessed with your presence!"
This is from me!
It made Francine blush,
and it's from me!
And this espresso machine
has Dick's romantic lobe.
Espresso truly made with love.
The mini fridge is Jackson.
Because he has a cold heart!
You keep them all in
your office appliances?
Yes. The lobes act as a power source.
No need for charging,
batteries, or unseemly plugs.
Oh, sick.
Even sicker, the printer adores you.
When it began printing poems,
I couldn't bear the thought
of them not being read,
which is why I mailed them.
- I'm taking this.
- Why?
Because with the printer,
we are a perfect couple.
I have my romantic side back!
That's crazy.
We aren't bringing a printer
into our relationship.
allow me to take us to dinner."
A spontaneous date?
I guess that is kind of romantic.
See! Let's give it a spin, baby.
Dr. Weitzman,
are you still crying down there?
Yeah, sorry.
Your heart is broken,
and my printer was just stolen.
Grab your ATM card and
your tightest pants.
We're going on a three-day bender!
All my pants are the tightest.
La-la la-la ♪
"Ode to Francine on the gondola of love.
"Though I cannot move myself,
you move me the way
the water moves beneath us."
Oh, I can't finish it.
Stan, this is beautiful.
It says it's for the gondolier.
Uh, these are-a song lyrics.
Sing them!
Kiss her hand, rub her feet ♪
I'll create chemistry ♪
Because love can be a science ♪
When you've got a
romantic appliance ♪
- Wait, what is this about?
- Just keep going!
I'll say how to treat her right ♪
Like a dance in the moonlight ♪
No need for self doubting ♪
When I'm printing how
to keep from drowning ♪
With my ink and my toner ♪
She'll fall straight
on your boner ♪
Romance you cannot give her ♪
Without me, your romance printer ♪
Gently take her in your arms ♪
Squeeze her tight without harm ♪
If I could do that to her ♪
It would be me instead
of this dumb loser ♪
I'm in no luck, I'm a cuck ♪
Watching him give her ♪
A lame [BLEEP] ♪
Because love can be a science ♪
But she won't love
an office appliance ♪
Oh, this is beautiful.
Starts with lots of descriptions.
Here, Francine, I just thought of this.
Aww, thank you.
Do me a favor and grab
that one yourself.
FRANCINE: "Francine,
this isn't from Stan.
"It's from me, printer.
"Run away with me.
A queen like you deserves
better than this beastly oaf."
Uh, Stan,
I think the printer is turning on you.
Of course it's turning on me.
It is me. It wants you all to itself.
It's trying to hurt you.
It's playing.
The printer has already made
our lives more romantic.
I don't need our lives
to be more romantic.
I just need you.
Give it one more chance.
We made reservations tomorrow night
at that very romantic restaurant.
I'm gonna need all hands on deck.
They have waiters that wipe
crumbs from your table.
I'm gonna eat so messily.
We can keep it around
Just the lawnmower!
Where the tibia
meets the talus bone ♪
Oh, printer,
I didn't know you were in here.
Keep that up, and you can have
the knife, the cheese, the
- Oh, okay.
Wait. What are you up to
Okay, you're trying to murder Stan.
Time to go.
Where is it?!
If you stole it, I swear on your hat
Put Jeff down.
I dumped the printer on
the side of the road.
It's evil, Stan.
It was trying to murder you.
- So!
- So?
I don't want you murdered.
I'm canceling the date.
I can't do it without my romance crutch.
You don't need it.
I know I don't. You do!
- You're the one who needs the romance.
- No, I don't!
You're not listening to me about
what I'm telling you you need!
We're not canceling.
I'm getting tiny pieces
of bread in my cleavage
whether you're there or not!
Okay, well,
you saying cleavage got me back in.
He stretched out my shirt.
He owes me a new shirt.
Bye, Bullock!
A pleasure doing a bender with you!
Wait, this isn't the office.
Can we take a break?
We've been up writing poetry all night.
You call this poetry?
"And that's why mom
I mean, Francine is so hot."
Is it 'cause I wrote "mom"?
I'm exhausted!
Oh, relax.
You took a three-hour nap in the corner.
We know you were wearing fake eyes!
He's wearing them now!
Hayley, hit me.
I wrote an acrostic.
I spelled out mom's name
and added adjectives
for each letter describing her.
"'F' is for fat"
but in a good way, like with a "ph."
"'R' is for rack for days.
'A' is for ass for days"
Stop. It's solid. Best we've got.
- Good job, Hayley.
- Really?
I can't believe you rejected
"roses are red,
"violets are blue,
like a gale force wind,
into my life you blew!"
You can't rhyme "blue" with "blew."
They're different blues!
It's time for your date, Mr. S!
Wish me luck, team!
You won't need it with that poem.
Oh, look at Hayley.
One good poem,
and she thinks she's ready for
"late night with Walt Whitman."
Right, Steve?
I need to get some [BLEEP] sleep.
"ass for days.
"'C' cute face.
"'I' is cool.
"'N' not uncool.
And 'e' eggs worked."
I guess that refers to
your successful fertility.
You forgot the "n." Between "a" and "c."
- That spells "Fracine."
- Shit balls!
[FRENCH ACCENT] Good evening.
May I start you off with
some very crumbly bread?
Yes, please.
And two piña coladas.
Stan, you just got crumbed,
and you didn't even notice.
I'm bombing! Uh
Your hair is noodles.
Your eyes are noodles!
Your lips are Ah, I'm blanking here.
You got them little macaroni toes,
I know that!
Is that the printer?
Oh, hi, Smiths.
This is my new girlfriend, Printer.
I just gave her arms,
legs, and a voice box.
I can finally speak.
It feels like my tongue was in chains,
but I have broken free.
I should have said that!
Now that I am a complete man,
we can finally be together.
What?! I-I thought
you were a girl printer!
Sorry, no. I lied.
And then used you to gain leverage
over this disgusting pig.
He's not a pig!
You could have a zillion
arms and a zillion voices,
and I still wouldn't
want to be with you.
Let's go, Stan.
You should be with him.
He can give you the romance you deserve.
I don't want to be with a printer!
I did prepare for this.
[SINGSONG VOICE] Oh, goo-oons!
You said I was making bridesmaids.
Uh! All the lies!
Espresso machine, grab my love.
Yowch! You're piping hot!
Sorry about that, tootsie.
Stan, why are you just sitting there?
You won her fair and square.
Oh, Francine, is this all my fault?
I know it can be hard,
but we have to trust
our significant others when
they tell us how they feel.
I'm guilty too.
Looking back at my last relationship,
the printer told me many,
many times that it was only using me.
You're right.
I've been insecure instead
of trusting Francine.
Wow. I've never given a
successful pep talk before!
Did you say something?
I-I was conferencing with my family.
I'm sorry to force you
on this date, darling,
but it's clear you are
still brainwashed by Stan.
Why aren't you tasting the wine?
Because you're a printer with no gullet?
Mmm. Notes of burning co-o-pper.
I heard this pairs well
with having unprotected sex
with your printer.
Do you even have a dick?
How are we supposed to bang?
My extender tray is my dick.
I thought that was obvious?
I'm not putting that thing in me!
It's like a long, flat rectangle.
I'll get a new one. Go get Dr. Weitzman.
Francine needs me to have
a less rectangular dick
so she can realize she loves me.
For the last time,
I will never love you!
I suggest you listen to the lady.
Stan, haven't you heard?
Never bring a knife to an ink fight!
This is stupid. Just give me the gun.
Stan! You came to your senses!
I'll never be romantic again!
Wait, are you a girl espresso machine?
Uh yeah. A real pretty one!
I know you think I don't save
anything of yours, but I do.
- In the junk drawer?
- It's not a junk drawer.
It's momentos from our relationship.
Like the superglue you used
to fix my Ed Hardy sandal
at the gathering of the juggalos.
And now I want to add this.
Why don't you do it?
You found me, Stan! Your turn!
199, 198
Bye! Have a great time!
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