Hi, ALF.
Hi.
What does E-N-N-U-I spell?
Beats me.
What do we send you to school for?
Beats me.
Can I see the mail?
I'm expecting to hear from the matchbook people
on how well I drew Binky.
Here you go, ALF.
"Occupant." "Resident."
Lingerie catalog.
Kate, you saucy vixen, you!
Uh-oh.
They didn't like your Binky?
Worse! It's from that college Lynn wants to go to.
Why is that bad?
The college is in Massachusetts.
If Lynn goes to college in Massachusetts
she won't be living here anymore.
- Hi! - Hi.
No mail today.
Then what are you holding?
Mail.
I'm a terrible liar.
- Let me see. - Wait, wait, wait.
- What does E-N-N-U-I, spell? - Ennui?
Ding ding ding! That's absolutely correct.
No need for you to go to college.
Give that to me.
Oh, my gosh, it's here! Cross your fingers, everybody!
No problem.
Alright! This is fantastic!
I can't believe it! I've got to call Laurie.
Yes! Yes!
Maybe she didn't get in.
[theme music]
[music continues]
[instrumental music]
[sighs]
- What was that for? - Well, nothing.
[sighs]
Is there something wrong?
What could possibly be wrong?
You're moving out.
You won't be living here.
You'll never call, you'll never write.
ALF, just because I'm going away to Amherst
doesn't mean you're never gonna see me again.
What's the matter, aren't you happy here?
It's Kate, isn't it?
No, and it's not that I'm not happy here.
It's just that it's time for me to be out on my own
to make my own decisions, my own mistakes.
You can make mistakes here.
Take it from one who knows.
I get the point.
You don't want me to go away to school.
Well, uh, yeah. Sorta.
Oh, ALF! That's so sweet.
No mush.
Sorry.
Do you know I'm gonna miss you too?
- You will? - Uh-huh.
I'll write to you every week
and I'll even send you a sweatshirt.
Just send me a regular shirt, I'll sweat in it myself.
Better idea.
[knock on door]
Come in.
Just in time.
We were discussing sweat.
Which side would you like to expound?
Could we postpone the sweat debate?
There's something that Kate and I wanna discuss with Lynn.
Fine! I'll hie me to yon refrigerator
and forage for meat loaf.
Later, dude, dudettes.
Is something wrong? You guys look upset.
Uh, I'm afraid, we have some bad news, honey.
I've checked this over a dozen different ways but..
I-I guess there's no easy way to say this.
We just can't afford to send you away to school next year.
When I applied, you said this wasn't gonna be a problem.
Well, we've had some complications since then.
- You mean ALF. - Yeah, I mean ALF.
We counted on my having a full-time job this past year
but with ALF here, that just wasn't possible.
And we've had so many extra expenses
supporting him, you know, there's food, and breakage
and food..
You can still get a very good education at a state university.
But you will have to live at home.
I guess I should have seen this coming.
If it's any consolation..
...we've had a rare opportunity
living with an alien.
You know, you couldn't get that at Amherst.
I'll never find out, will I?
I'm sorry, Lynn, if you're unhappy.
But you know in life, we can't always get everything we want.
Oh yeah, dad? Where did you go to college?
Uh, Amherst.
Oh.
My parents didn't have an alien.
Give me an L! Give me a Y, give me an N, N, N!
Now lose the extra N.
What have you got?
Was it something I spelled?
[instrumental music]
Lynnie, have a cookie.
- No, thank you. - Oh, boy! More for me.
And me!
You know how to eat these?
Twist off the top
and lick off all the gooey stuff inside.
Really? That's how I eat a jar of mayonnaise.
You're right, dad.
I couldn't get this kind of education at Amherst.
[burps]
Lynn, I know you're disappointed
but there are a lot of very fine schools nearby.
You can get a very, very good education.
But it's not the same thing.
I wanted to live in a dorm so I could finally be on my own.
Lynn, we've explained this to you already.
We can't afford to send you away to school.
Fine, I'm going to my room
the place I'll be sleeping for the next four years.
Oh, this is terrible.
Why? You're gonna have your daughter around
for the next four years.
We would've been happier if she could have gone to Amherst.
Then you wanted to get rid of her.
Was it because she drinks milk right out of the carton?
Of course not.
Phew! Thank goodness!
We didn't want to get rid of her.
It's just that it's hard when your child wants something
and you can't give it to her.
I've got a solution to your problem.
Oh, please, clue us in.
Brian, bring me the family budget.
Or as I like to call it, gone with the wind.
[laughing]
Alright, what are you doing with our family budget?
I'm trying to bring some fiscal sanity into this household.
Thank you, my trusty sidekick.
You're welcome, Lord Vader.
Uh, Willie, look at this.
A payment to your mechanic for new brake shoes.
Isn't that a trifle foppish?
Of course. You're right.
I'd get home a lot faster if I were unable to stop the car.
And these grocery bills!
Well, we can't touch those.
Although, I might point out that filet of cat
is cheaper than roast of beef.
Oh, here we are. This is what I was looking for.
Miscellaneous. $10,000.
Just stop buying so many miscellaneouses.
What are they, Greek pastries?
ALF, we weren't gonna tell you this but
those miscellaneous expenses are what it costs to support you.
- No. - I would've guessed higher.
On Melmac you could support a family of four with that.
On Earth, we used to support a family of four with that.
So what you're saying is..
...I'm the real reason Lynn can't go away to school.
I feel like slime.
I feel like slime guts.
I feel like slime gut droppings.
I feel like slime gut droppings on an open fire.
How do you feel?
Nauseous.
[instrumental music]
(ALF) 'Kate, Willie?'
Where's the fire extinguisher?
2.1 seconds. A new record!
- There's no fire. - I know.
I just wanted your immediate attention.
You got it. What do you want?
Well, since it's my fault that Lynn can't go away to college
I'm gonna do something about it.
Okay.
Willie, I'm getting you a night job.
What?
I noticed you spend your evenings
just hanging around the house.
Yes, I like to call that living my life.
Call it what you will. It's a thing of the past.
Now, I've got something here for you.
It's called, "men's room attendant."
Do I look like a men's room attendant?
No, you look like a scrubbing bubble.
- You have an interview at 9:00. - I'm not going.
We'll have to build up his confidence.
I'm not going.
Well, now, Kate, I notice
you yourself are not gainfully employed.
'To wit, I have several suggestions.'
Suggestion one.
"Telemarketing. For interview call 555-Jugs."
Pass.
Suggestion two.
"Be a model in your spare time.
For interview call 555-Jugs."
Where did you get this newspaper?
- I called 555-Jugs. - Juggs.
Suggestion three.
ALF, Kate and I have all the careers
we can handle at the moment, thank you.
Alright. How about putting Brian in a serial commercial?
That Mikey kid must be pushing 40 by now.
ALF, I appreciate what you're trying to do
but you've got to leave this to us.
We-we just have to make some sacrifices.
Sacrifices?
Well, you're not gonna throw me in a volcano, are you?
Oh, no, no! No, of course not. No.
Well, I guess I've got no other choice.
I'll have to get a job.
You?
Hey, hey, here's something!
Exotic dancer. I could do that!
ALF, you can't get a job.
Do you remember the time you tried to earn money
doing phone surveys?
- Yeah. - 'How much money did you make?'
None.
How many policemen came to the house?
Eleven.
Enough said.
- Goodnight, ALF. - Night, ALF.
Goodnight.
Oh, hey. Here's the job for me.
And what a majestic title!
It sounds like a superhero.
Paper-Boy!
[instrumental music]
[clears throat]
Now that you're up, could I see the two of you
in the living room?
[groans]
ALF, we're tired now. We wanna go to sleep.
Fine, but I don't know how you two can sleep
considering what's in the living room.
[gasps]
- What! - What are these?
Newspapers, Willie. Get with it!
Why are they here?
Perhaps I should explain.
- Please do! - No, no, let me guess.
You're a newspaper boy.
Well, we prefer the term paper person.
It's gender-neutral.
Do you actually believe
that you can afford to send someone through college
with a paper route?
No. That's why I got 10 paper routes.
Oh, 10 paper routes? There must be 500 papers here.
Well, actually, 501.
They gave me an extra copy by mistake.
[chuckles]
ALF, you can't deliver newspapers.
Well, sure, I can!
You haven't seen my throwing arm.
Willie, I can't throw you and the newspaper.
Well, you two better get dressed.
Why?
If these papers aren't delivered
500 people won't get their news.
Their weather, their Doonesbury.
Well, nobody ever gets Doonesbury.
It's become self indulgent, don't you think?
Willie..
Willie, no, Willie, I hate to say..
Willie, we're gonna have to deliver these papers
500 people want their newspaper.
And I wanna win a new bicycle.
Alright.
Alright. Help me load them into the car.
Uh, listen, on your way home
could you pick me up a an Egg McMuffin?
(Kate) 'Freeze, paperboy!'
- Me? - You're coming with us.
- What, are you crazy? - I can't deliver papers.
- Someone might see me. - That's their tough luck.
[instrumental music]
[crickets chirping]
(ALF) 'I think this is the one. No, no, no, no! Uh, uh..'
'Yeah, yeah, this is the one. No, no, no. Wait, wait.'
Uh, might be this one.
No, no, no, no!
Oh, yeah, yeah! It is, it is. Right here.
Throw, Willie! Now, now!
[rattling]
Oops!
Oops?
Would you be so kind as to define..
...oops?
Wrong house.
Again.
Hey, what do I look like, The Amazing Kreskin?
It's dark out there.
Want me to drive for a while?
[instrumental music]
Okay, Willie, make a left here.
Oh, no, no! Right, right.
Oh, no, no. Go straight. Go straight.
Okay, now, now right. Make a right now.
Right. Why aren't you turning?
Well, there's no intersection!
Good answer.
(Kate) We haven't delivered a paper in 15 minutes.
ALF, are you sure you know where we're going?
ALF?
[snoring]
[sighs]
Last one.
Well, it's about time!
- Kate? - Raquel.
You're up early.
Are you our new paperboy?
We prefer paper person, it's gender-neutral.
Kate, hey, Kate, you should have told us you were destitute.
Oh, no, Raquel.
We're just earning a little extra money
to send Lynn away to school.
Uh-huh. Sure.
Well, if you and the family ever have to sleep in your car
please feel free to park on our front lawn.
Right next to Trevor's cousin.
Someone lives in that Volkswagen?
No, not the Volkswagen, the jeep.
Well, brr.
[instrumental music]
Raquel saw me delivering her paper.
She thinks we're destitute.
Destitute?
I got a job, I got a paper route
I got an interview at 9:00 a.m.
Look alive! The evening edition will soon be here.
No more editions, no more paper routes
no more ink on my fingers. This madness must stop.
Hey, come on!
What's four years of sleep
compared to our daughter's happiness?
She's not our daughter.
I mean she's our daughter.
She's not our daughter.
- Who's not your daughter? - You.
Since when?
Lynn, of course you're our daughter.
Well, biologically you're their daughter
but I will be giving you away at your wedding.
I may not be having a wedding.
And if I do, it will probably be in my bedroom.
Okay. That's it, Lynn!
Yeah, you're grounded!
[knock on door]
Under the table, ALF.
- 'Raquel?' - 'Oh, hi, Kate.'
(Kate) 'Uh, Raquel, we don't need this food.'
(Raquel) 'Well, you can't live on pride. Bon appetit.'
Who is she, Julia Child?
What was that all about?
Raquel thinks we're destitute.
Why would she think that?
She saw me deliver her newspaper this morning.
What?
Oh! ALF got a paper route.
Oh, correction, he got 10 paper routes.
He wanted to try to raise enough money to send you to college.
Yeah, and Kate and Willie were my assistants.
Not my cheerful assistants mind you.
You guys stayed up all night delivering newspapers?
Well, two-thirds of us did.
See what I mean about the cheerful part?
You did that for me?
Yeah, and the 10-Speed which I won't be winning.
I've been acting like such a brat.
I'm sorry.
You're still grounded.
I guess I could go to college around here.
- You could? - Yeah.
A lot of my friends are going to state schools.
It can't be that bad.
Attagirl! Eat your words.
You never know, maybe in a year or two I'll be able to transfer.
Well, sure, honey. Who knows?
Meanwhile, we'll be living like kings
on the Ochmonek's chickpeas and cocktail onions.
ALF, you can eat it all.
Okay. But I gotta tell ya, there's tripe in there.
Sweetheart, I'm so glad you understand.
Moosh alert!
ALF, come on! Sometimes moosh is nice.
Oh, alright.
Willie, I love you more than chickpeas and tripe.
The feeling is mutual.
[instrumental music]
Well, here's a place you can save money.
That's our fire insurance premium.
$3000 a year?
You know, it was only $300 a year
just before you moved in.
Talk about inflation.
Oh, look at this one. Dental visits twice a year.
You know what that costs?
Forgive us, ALF, we're fond of our teeth.
Trust me. You can get by on four.
Pet supplies?
Well, I've got a solution to that one.
Just a thought.
[instrumental music]
[theme music]
[ALF laughing]