[instrumental music]
(man on TV) 'Okay, we're back. We're ready to open the phone lines.'
'Today's topic, nuclear arms limitations.'
'Our guests, Undersecretary Simon Dryden'
'and Sammy Davis Jr..'
'Hi, you're on the air.'
Hello, Larry. ALF.
(Larry) 'Yes, ALF, we haven't heard from you in a day or two now.'
- 'How are you?' - Fine, Lar.
- How's the sore knee? - 'Comin' along.'
Sammy, shalom.
(Larry) 'So, what's up?'
Well, I've got the solution to this nuclear bomb thing.
- 'Great. Let's hear it.' - Get rid of 'em.
They're dangerous!
(Larry) 'Okay. Uh, Mr. Dryden, would you like to respond?'
(Dryden) 'Uh, well, I-I think what you've done, Mr. ALF'
'is oversimplified the problem somewhat.'
Here it comes, Brian. Better go get the shovel.
[indistinct chatter on phone]
Mom, ALF is on the phone again.
I know he is, but it keeps him out of the kitchen.
- Where is your father? - I don't know.
Mom, I need to use the phone.
In a minute, dear.
ALF, would-would you turn that down?
Sorry, Larry. Just some static.
[door opens]
Honey, hi, where have you been?
Hi, Kate. I'm sorry I'm so late.
Daddy, I have got to get my own phone.
Oh, fine, thank you. And you?
Hi, uh, B and A.
W!
- Well, why didn't you call? - I'm sorry.
I tried to call, but somebody's been on the phone!
Hey, cut me a break!
I'm trying to save your planet
from nuclear devastation, alright?
Oh? Well, then, go right ahead.
Nothing, Lar, just a domestic spat.
Daddy, this is totally unfair.
Alright, we'll look into call-waiting.
- Okay? - Call-waiting won't help.
I need my own phone line.
Kathy McDermott has her own phone line
and her family doesn't even have an alien.
Would they like one?
Willie, she's right. We have to talk to ALF about the phone.
Right. Uh, ALF..
Yeah, yeah, but what do you do
when your sister glows in the dark?
Oh, sorry. I didn't know that.
Brian, sit on the couch and finish your homework.
I'm gonna order some Chinese food.
Listen, we've gotta talk about this phone thing.
Sorry, Dryden, no offense, but, but we're getting nowhere here.
Yeah, I may have to go over your head. Who's your boss?
The president of what? All 50 of 'em?
ALF, would you please--
Well, where is he?
Well, don't they have a phone on the president's plane?
Yeah, yeah, right. Well, why don't..
Why don't you just give me that number? Yeah, go ahead.
What? What do you mean?
Well, fine! Be that way! I'll look it up!
Alright, listen to me, and listen carefully.
The use of the phone is a privilege around here
not an inalienable right.
And I mean just that.
Now, if you don't start showing some consideration
for the rest of us, that privilege
will be revoked. Is that clear?
I can't concentrate here with all this noise!
Listen, Brain, when your dad's through yellin' at ya
come on out with me to the garage, alright?
Alright.
ALF, I'm talking to you!
Not now, Willie, not now. I'm on a mission.
Call me when dinner's ready.
Dad, why are you so mad at ALF?
When you grow up and have an alien of your own
you'll understand.
[theme music]
[inaudible]
[music continues]
¶ Well meet George Jetson ¶
¶ Pana-bum-pum thana-thana-thana.. ¶
[scatting]
¶ His daughter Judy ¶
¶ Pam-pam-param ¶
[scatting]
¶ His boy uh his boy uh.. ¶¶
Hey, Willie, quick. What's the Jetson kid's name?
- Leroy? - Elroy.
That's it.
Uh, listen, ALF, uh, the food came.
I thought maybe we could eat out here
uh, ha-have a little chat.
I'd like that.
What happened here?
(Willie) 'That's twice-cooked pork.'
Looks like twice-eaten pork.
Alright, ALF, listen
uh, I'm not sure I had your full attention--
Hey, I hate to interrupt you
but can you hand me a screwdriver?
- Yeah, sure. - Phillips!
- Okay. Uh, there you go. - Thanks.
You know, ALF, we've all gotta do our part
to get along here, you see, a family is like--
- Pliers. - Yes.
Or a crescent wrench.
Each one adjusts to each little situation as need be--
- Hand me the pliers! - Oh, yeah, sure.
Alright, listen. Here's what I'm trying to say.
- Go for it. - Uh..
It's a question of respect
and cooperation, of course, and courtesy.
The three Cs. Cooperation, courtesy and respect.
Well, uh, two Cs and an R. But you-you see what I mean.
- Huh? - Absolutely, look.
Would you hold this wire while I turn on the juice?
- Sure. You know.. - Right there.
That's my short-wave radio!
Do you know how long I..
Lo-o-ong..
It took me ten years
to put that thing together.
I'm glad to see you haven't wasted your life.
First the phone and now the radio.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! What about the phone?
You're on it all the time.
Hey! Operators are standing by!
- I've got calls to make. - It's got to stop.
Fine. First I can't use the radio.
Now I can't use the phone.
What next? The curling iron?
- Your toothbrush? - You use my toothbrush?
Yours is the green one, right?
It was.
Alright, what's the big deal? I'll use Kate's.
No, you're not using anybody's toothbrush.
Okay. No toothbrush. What about the radio?
Alright, just don't put it in your mouth.
Thanks, I'll be through in a minute
as soon as I contact Air Force One.
- The president's plane? - 'Mm-hmm.'
No. No, you can't do that.
Willie, it's my duty.
I mean, I mean, I've been through
one nuclear disaster already.
It's no picnic.
Nuclear? The..
You mean, that's how your planet exploded?
No, we all plugged our hair dryers in at the same time.
Listen, ALF, even if you could figure out
how to call the president, you'd never get through
because that signal's scrambled.
- So? - So..
It's illegal to break a scrambled signal.
And it's immoral!
What about you and "Tootsie?"
I beg your pardon?
Well, last week we all watched "Tootsie" on HBO.
Isn't HBO scrambled?
- Well, yes, but-- - But what?
Seeing that you don't pay for HBO
isn't what you're doing illegal, immoral?
Absolutely not.
They gave us a two-week free trial
and they forgot to unhook it.
Just, uh, put the radio back together when..
No problem.
[sighs] Are you gonna eat this food?
No, but leave it.
I'd like to see what it does
when it wakes up.
¶ George Jetson pam-pam-param ¶
¶ His boy Elroy ¶¶
[scatting]
[instrumental music]
[keyboard keys clicking]
[buzzing]
Air Force One. Hogarth speaking.
How may I help you, sir or madam
as the case may be?
ALF? ALF who?
- Mr. Defoe-- - Not now, Hogarth. I'm winning.
Yes, sir, but perhaps you should take this call.
- What does she want now? - It's not your wife, sir.
It's someone calling himself ALF.
And he wants to talk to the president.
What? How did he get the code?
I don't know. Maybe from your wife.
That's a joke, sir.
Not funny, Hogarth.
Apparently not, sir.
Do you wanna talk to ALF?
- ALF who? - I don't know, sir.
All he said was ALF. A-L-F.
A-L-F.
Maybe it stands for some radical, subversive
commie, pinko group.
Could be a family name.
- Just look it up. - Looking, sir.
And get me an immediate trace on this call.
- Tracing, sir. - And punch up the speaker.
- You should listen to this. - Punching and listening, sir.
Hello? Can I help you?
It's about time. Is that you, Mr. President?
No, this is Mr. Defoe. The president's not available.
(ALF) 'It's an airplane. How far can he be?'
He's indisposed.
What does that mean?
He can't come to the phone now.
- Why not? - He's busy.
(ALF) 'Doing what?'
He's in the bathroom.
Oh, he's indisposed.
- What do you want? - 'Well..'
'Tell him it's about the bombs.'
[dramatic music]
Bombs, sir? What bombs would those be?
(ALF) 'The bombs we're thinking about using.'
'Listen, tell the president I'm serious'
'and time is running out.'
'I'd like to settle this before anybody pushes any buttons.'
- Hogarth! - Yes, sir.
What have we got on the A-L-F?
Well, so far we've got
the American Laundry Federation
and the Association of Lawn Fertilizer.
Shall we round them up?
The tracing's complete, sir.
Mister, about those bombs
shall I interpret this to be a threat?
(ALF) 'Of course, it's a threat. What kind of question is that?'
That's all I wanted to hear.
Get me the FBI.
[instrumental music]
Okay, I think I solved it.
Everybody, give me your attention.
What are, what are we watching?
- "Tootsie." - Oh, no.
Let's not watch that.
Let's not watch anything.
I wanna show you my chart.
- Yo, Willie! - Yeah! What?
Quick question. What does FBI stand for?
Federal Bureau of Investigation. Why?
Just curious.
Well, uh, what do you think?
It's very nice, dear.
This shows our whole family, aliens inclusive
and when each of us can use the phone.
Oh, honey, I'm sorry, but Brian can't stay up till 11 o'clock.
Oh, no, that's a mistake.
Uh, we'll switch that with Lynn's time
to call her boyfriend.
Daddy, Lash can't stay up until 11 o'clock.
[doorbell ringing]
Who am I going to call at 4 a.m.?
I know, it's not perfect, but it's a start.
Howdy. Sorry to bother you like this.
But I was wondering if Willie Tanner might be in.
- Oh, speaking. - Oh, excellent.
- FBI. - You have the right..
- To remain silent. - What?
- Daddy! - What are you doing?
- Kate! - Mommy, make them stop.
Please. Please, leave him alone.
We'll just be a minute, ma'am. Let's go, pal.
- And we'll take this, too. - No, not my chart!
- Sorry for the trouble, ma'am. - Why are you doing this?
It's the law, ma'am.
This is what happens when someone threatens
national security.
Nice meeting you.
(Willie) 'Oh, hello, Mrs. Ochmonek.'
Mom, what did he do?
I don't know.
Hey, what's going on?
Daddy's been arrested.
Boy, those HBO guys mean business.
[instrumental music]
I can't believe ALF actually used your short wave
to call the president!
Shh, shh!
I don't know what happened, all I know is somebody used my radio
and now I'm a criminal, and they're going to hang me.
Willie, I don't think they hang people anymore.
But they think I'm a threat to national security.
A terrorist, Kate.
I'm not a terrorist.
Honey, I know that.
They fingerprinted me.
It washes right off.
I'm not going to prison.
I saw "Midnight Express." You remember?
- They made him eat bugs. - That was "Papillon."
In "Midnight Express" they broke his feet.
I stand corrected.
How about "Stir Crazy?" That wasn't so bad.
That was a comedy.
Willie, stop.
It's obvious you have to tell the truth.
Of-of course, the truth.
I'll just, I'll explain it to them.
An alien took control of my radio.
"Uh, why would he do that?" they'll ask.
And I'll say, "Because I wouldn't let him use the phone."
Maybe, we can clear this whole thing up
without having to tell the truth.
The truth is, I never should have let ALF
anywhere near my short wave!
Okay, okay, maybe it was wrong of ALF to call the president.
Maybe?
Alright..
Okay, it was wrong.
But, you know, you have to respect him for the way
he feels about nuclear war.
I think it's commendable that he's willing
to send me to jail for his beliefs.
At least he cares about something other than food.
Great. Now he cares about nuclear war and food.
Sorry, ma'am, I need a moment alone with the alleged traitor.
Willie, I'll be right back.
I'm gonna see what's taking that lawyer so long.
You wait here.
Right. Sorry.
Good afternoon, ALF.
I need to talk with you about this.
Just who are all these people
and why are they on the phone all the time?
[dramatic music]
Watch, this is my favorite part.
Why is dad on TV again?
He's not. I taped it.
- You taped my dad's arrest? - Yeah.
Thought he might like to catch it
when he gets out of the slammer
see what he looked like when he was young.
ALF, I mean it.
Sometimes I don't understand you at all.
- Tell her, Brian. - He's an alien.
Okay, but besides that.
Don't you get what's happened here?
My dad got arrested because of you.
Don't you even care?
Of course I care. I feel terrible.
He's my Willie. My goombah.
It just doesn't seem like it sometimes.
Hey, I haven't forgotten about him.
In fact, I'm working on something right now.
Alright, now look, the FBI's got him.
- Right? - Right.
And-and-and who gives the orders to the FBI?
- The president, right? - Right.
No problem.
The big guy and I are, are like that.
Come on, Brian.
Let's go spring daddy.
[instrumental music]
May I suggest playing that black seven off the red eight?
May I suggest you answer the phone, Hogarth?
Yes, sir.
Air Force One. How may I help you, sir or madam?
Oh, hello, ALF.
- Mr. Defoe, it's him! - Him who, Hogarth?
It's ALF, sir!
[chuckles] That's not possible. We got him.
Unless there's a whole nest of them.
- Hogarth. - Yes, sir. A-L-F.
I have the Alabama Lunatic Fringe..
Will you see if Willie Tanner's still in jail?
Yes, sir.
You might try that four of spades on the five of diamonds--
Just place the call. And trace this one.
Placing and tracing, sir.
Defoe here.
Yo, Defoe, remember me?
How about putting the chief on?
Uh, I'm sorry, he's indisposed.
You mean he's in the bathroom again.
That's classified. What do you want now?
Listen, no offense, but, uh, last time we talked
things got all messed up. I'll call back when he's out.
No! Uh, no. I'll-I'll see what I can do.
[clicks]
Hello, sir?
I'm sorry to bother you in there
but we have this little situation.
I-I wonder if you could talk to someone
while we trace his call?
Yes, sir, on the phone.
Thank you, sir. Line 2.
Line 2, sir.
One more.
Count from the left.
There you go.
(president on radio) 'Uh, hello?'
Listen, I know you're a busy guy
so I'll make this brief.
Willie Tanner's in jail.
And I think it's my fault.
- 'Oh, really?' - Yeah, he's innocent.
He didn't call you, I did.
(president) 'Oh, goodness, it-it sounds pretty complicated.'
Yeah, but it shouldn't have been.
You see, all I wanted to do
was talk to you about your bombs.
'Oh, now look, you're not gonna bring up'
'the "Bonzo" films again.'
'I was under contract.'
'I had no choice.'
No, no, no, not those bombs. The nuclear ones.
We've only got one planet.
So why don't you and the Russki
ease up a little, will ya?
'I'm, uh, I'm sure we'll do'
'everything we can.'
Hope I haven't oversimplified the problem.
'Oh, hold on. They did? Goody. Thank you.'
'Uh, Mr. ALF, we're sending someone around right now'
'to follow up on this thing. You just sit tight, okay?'
You, too. Loved Patty's book.
Perfect. They're on their way.
Perfect? They're not coming here to help.
They're coming here to arrest us, like they arrested daddy!
Brian, Brian, get a grip!
You think your old buddy ALF
would get his family in hot water
if he didn't have a foolproof backup plan?
- Sure. - Of course, he would.
But this time I have a plan.
FBI! Freeze!
Wait a minute. Who are you?
Me? I'm ALF. ALF Tanner.
You're ALF?
- How old are you? - Six.
- But I'm going on seven. - I thought I heard someone.
Oh, good afternoon, ma'am. Good to see you again.
Doing something different with your hair?
What are you doing here?
- Brian, what's going on here? - Brian?
- I thought his name was ALF. - ALF?
What do you mean his name is ALF?
[Brian clears throat]
Oh, ALF!
Yes, yes, of course, it is.
Uh, I mean, uh, his real name is-is Brian
but we call him ALF, for short.
Kind of a pet name.
Ma'am, were you aware that ALF
was using this radio equipment?
Well, no, I was not aware.
But, yes, I am becoming aware of it now.
Brian, what did we say
about calling the president?
- I don't know. - We said..
Not until after your homework.
Oh, right.
Surely you don't think an innocent little child like this
could be a threat to national security?
Well, ma'am, uh..
Would you excuse us for a minute, please?
[clears throat]
What do you think?
About what?
About what she just said, could national security
be threatened by a six-year-old?
Oh, he's going on seven.
Still, the president would not want us
to arrest a little kid. It'd embarrass everybody.
- Then we shouldn't do it. - Hm.
Excuse me. Are you arresting my son?
Um, not at this point of time, ma'am.
[sighs] Thank goodness!
What about releasing my husband?
Well, I'm afraid we're gonna have to call
the president on that one.
I'll call him for you.
- ALF? - No problem.
[instrumental music]
(Kate) Here we go.
- Reach in there. - Let's see.
- Oh.. - Ah!
A Presidential Commendation!
Isn't that wonderful?
"To Brian ALF Tanner
"for exposing gaps in national security
"and for his concern about world peace
which is something that I'm in favor of myself."
Alright, Brian, way to go!
"I'm reminded of my humble beginnings
"when I built a crystal set in the basement
"of my parents' home in Illinois
or Iowa."
Hey, can you hold it down?
- My show's coming on. - What's the matter with you?
Oh, nothing, it's not like I had something to do
with that plaque myself.
Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry.
I feel terrible.
Didn't I thank you?
Did I not say thanks
for subjecting me to public humiliation?
For almost costing me my job?
For landing me in jail, for subjecting me--
Hold that thought, will you, William? The show is on.
Larry's discussing the Middle East crisis
with Muammar Gaddafi and Charo.
- Daddy, about the phone-- - I know.
I had a lot of time to think in jail
and, uh, I decided it's probably worth
the $25 or whatever for your own line.
Oh, daddy, thanks.
Yeah, that's swell. Make it a Princess, will ya?
It's not for you, it's for her!
What are you getting me?
I'm getting you your own
toothbrush.
- Why? - Never mind. You'll thank me.
Yo, Charo, que pasa? Yeah. Uh-huh.
[theme music]
[music continues]
[ALF laughing]
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