♪ My name is Cleveland Brown
♪ And I am proud to be
♪ Right back In my hometown ♪
♪ With my new family
♪ There's old friends And new friends ♪
♪ And even a bear
♪ Through good times And bad times ♪
♪ It's true love we share
♪ And so I found a place
♪ Where everyone will know
♪ My happy mustache face
♪ This is The Cleveland Show ♪
[LAUGHS]
[♪]
ANNOUNCER 1: And that makes six wins in a row
for Stoolbend High baseball
under the leadership of Coach Clarence Brown.
ANNOUNCER 2: It's Cleveland Brown,
who hasn't seen the postseason since his playing days in 1984.
ANNOUNCER 1: Aseveryone knows, that was the year
the Growlers lost state to the Mud Falls Trotters,
General Motors shut down the plant, little Missy White
was found bludgeoned to death,
and Stoolbend's been in the crapper ever since.
And on a personal note, that was the year I tried sushi.
Didn't like it. Never tried it again.
Hey, Angus. Here's a question.
Which woman on Friday Night Lights
wouldn't you have sex with?
ANNOUNCER 2: The mayor.
ANNOUNCER 1: We'll accept that.
The mayor or Saracen's grandma, the only two possible answers.
Go Growlers.
[CHEERING]
Betting on the Growlers is winning me a fortune.
Last week, I made my first charitable donation.
A hundred dollars to Fight the Cure.
Don't you mean Find the Cure?
Nope. Fight the Cure.
It's America's only pro-AIDS charity.
If I got it, everyone's gotta have it.
What makes you think you have AIDS?
I watched the Madonna episode of Glee.
[LAUGHS]
You are an ignorant man.
Hey, let's hear it for Cleveland,
who's gonna give my son, Raymond,
some playing time in the playoffs.
Don't worry, Tim, I'll put him in next game.
Really? No. Not even considering it.
Raymond's a bad player.
Wha--? He is?
Cleveland, let me know what I can do.
Holt Richter reporting for duty.
MVP of my little league team.
You mean your very little league?
Ha! We devalue you and your accomplishments
due to your size.
[ALL LAUGH]
[CLAPPING]
Who is that?
Chet Butler, my long-time rival
that you're just hearing about now for the first time.
That dirty-playing S.O.B. purposely beaned me
and knocked me out of the game,
costing us the championship.
I still have the scar from where that pitch hit me.
So, what brings your slow-clapping ass into my bar?
Just taking my state championship ring
out for a little walk.
Of course, you'll never know what that feels like, loser.
Yeah, well, you'll never know what losing feels like, winner.
[ALL CHEERING]
You've won this round, Cleveland.
So I guess I do know what losing feels like.
ALL: Ooh!
I'm, uh, gonna go get a beer.
[CROWD CHEERING]
Well, I guess the crowd's reaction
isn't really a good indication
of whose side they're on.
ALL: Wheel of Fortune.
[♪]
So, Junior, how's your wood shop project going?
Whee!
I'm making sawdust angels.
That's your project?
Who cares? It's shop.
It's not like a real class.
MAN: Not a real class?
I'm sorry. I didn't see you, Mr. Thumbs.
[ALL GASP]
That's what we call him behind his back.
You think these are funny?
I can't walk down the damn street
without people pulling over and asking if I need a ride.
They think you're hitchhiking.
You better get serious, young fella.
This project is worth 75 percent of your grade.
We get a grade in this class?
Wha--? If I fail shop, I'll disappoint my father.
And I've never disappointed my father.
Get your act together, Brown.
If your final project doesn't blow me away,
I will not hesitate to give you an F.
You would F me?
Well, how do you even write down grades?
I report them orally.
That's right.
I will F you orally.
ANNOUNCER 1: And the Growlers winning big in a blowout,
thanks to a strong outing by deaf pitcher,
Oliver Wilkerson.
ANNOUNCER 2: Okay, people, on your feet,
because it's time to welcome the Growler himself, Sparky,
taking his seventh inning stroll around the infield
with ballpark owner, Lloyd Waterman.
ANNOUNCER 1: Sparky on the mend,
recently bitten by a raccoon.
ANNOUNCER 2: Seems he's recovered just fine.
Welcome back, Sparky.
There he is. Come here, Sparky.
[GROWLING]
[SCREAMING]
[ALL GASPING]
My star pitcher! Somebody stop that dog!
He's my dog. I'll take care of it.
I can't watch.
Goodbye, Sparky.
My patella.
Oops.
ANNOUNCER 1: And down goes Sparky.
ANNOUNCER 2: Third on-field execution of an animal this season.
ANNOUNCER 1: And who says baseball's boring?
[♪]
Cleveland, we're still going to state, right?
I got a lot riding on this team.
There's no way.
Without Wilkerson, we're like Kim Cattrall's bedroom.
Eight scared teenage boys just waiting for it all to be over.
It's hopeless.
HOLT: Coach, you missed one.
Heads up.
Ow! Son of a bitch!
Where'd you learn to pitch like that?
Play catch with my mom every night.
She says it tuckers me out. It does.
Move it, kid.
Ha-ha! Holt looks like a kid.
[THINKING] Wish he was a kid,
so he could throw that knuckleball for our team.
Wait a minute.
Hm. Hm?
ANNOUNCER 1: And pitching for the Growlers,
rebel transfer student, Colt Koufax.
Strike three. What a pitch from Koufax,
which I believe is a Jewish name.
ANNOUNCER 2: Before you comment further, Gordy,
remember, everyone can hear what you're saying.
ANNOUNCER 1: Jews are fine by me. Let's go, Growlers.
[♪]
Wow, Colt, you're such a good baseball player.
And you're so mature with your 5 o'clock shadow
and your crow's feet and your graying nose hair.
Yeah, you look just like the teenagers on TV.
Yeah, I am pretty cool.
But one time at my old school, I took the whole day off.
Me and my best friend, Cameron, took his dad's Ferrari.
Drove all around Chi-town,
picked up my girlfriend, Sloan Peterson,
sang "Danke Schoen" on a float.
Meanwhile, Ben Stein's going, "Bueller? Bueller?"
Got home just in time. Didn't even get caught.
Chicka-ka!
♪ Oh, oh
Awesome! Wow!
Your sister must hate you.
[THINKING] Mmm.
Donna, don't let yourself fall in love
with another teenage bad boy.
Especially one who looks like...
Holt?
Did she just call you Holt?
Uh, maybe. Don't care.
Who cares what grown-ups say? We're kids. Incorporated.
Before your time. Our time. Gotta go.
Coach Brown, a word?
Here we go.
Hey, baby.
Cleveland, tell me you have nothing to do
with your best friend pretending to be a baseball player.
You're my best friend, Donna.
Oh, really?
No. What the hell is going on?
Cheating to get to state.
I didn't hear that.
I said, cheating to get to s--
Cleveland, I heard you.
[♪]
You're out!
[CROWD APPLAUDING]
You're out!
[♪]
ANNOUNCER 1: And the Growlers are one strike away.
You're out!
ANNOUNCER 2: Growlers go to state!
My, oh, my. Championship game tomorrow night.
A rematch of 1984,
Stoolbend versus Mud Falls.
[SCHOOL BELL RINGS]
I think I'm getting the hang of this.
Hey, Junior, I just finished my project. Wanna take a look see?
Wow, it's great.
And it gets even better.
This sheet's just covering it up, so it's a surprise.
I'm gonna blow Mr. Tanner's mind.
Nuh-uh, nuh-uh.
No, you did not.
I'm blown away. I'm blown away.
No!
[LAUGHS]
Hey, thanks. So show me what you've been working on all week.
It's a wooden window holder opener.
I got it.
Oh, man, what else does that thing do?
Well, there's this.
[ANGELIC CHIMES PLAYING]
Off to slay the troll king.
I think I misunderstood the assignment.
[♪]
Drink up, little buddy.
You've kept my betting streak alive
and got us to the championships.
Timmy, he don't know.
Timmy, honest bear.
Here's to Colt and the Growlers.
Tomorrow, we-- I mean, they win state.
And I-- I mean, he gets laid for the first time since 1997...
when he was 4.
I know you're enjoying this,
but you're supposed to be keeping a low profile.
Sorry, bro, no low pro.
Please, at least wait until tomorrow.
After we beat Mud Falls and I get that sweet state ring.
Well, I gotta bizounce.
A kid in my homeroom's parents are out of town.
Okay. But remember, we got a big game tomorrow,
so don't statutory rape anybody.
[BOTH LAUGH]
[TIRES SQUEAL] [ROCK MUSIC BLARING]
Oh, Holt's home.
Wait, what's Colt doing driving Holt's car?
He must have stolen it.
And he drove right to Holt's house.
The balls on that kid.
Yeah, Tim. I'll be sure to reprimand him after the season.
Now Colt is going into Holt's house.
We gotta stop him.
[GROWLING]
Stop it! Stay away from Colt.
Don't tase me, bro! Stay away from Holt.
Help! Beatles! Your names are so similar,
and you are of similar sizes. I can't get up!
Old people commercial!
This just in. Your star player wears a wig.
Come on, Tim. I need that for the game tomorrow.
[GASPS]
What in the wild,
wild world of sports is going on?
Hey, Cleveland, you're not gonna believe this,
but, uh, Colt is, uh, is Holt.
What? No. That-- That can't be true, he--
Wait a minute, you knew. You all knew.
Look, I only need Holt to pitch one more game tomorrow,
and then Stoolbend is state champs.
Sure, it's cheating.
But I'm doing it for you, Tim.
Can't you see that?
All of this has been for you and me.
I'm sorry, Cleveland, but cheating is morally wrong.
Plus, Raymond should be pitching.
I'm sorry. I have no choice but to report thi-- Ow!
What the--?
Hey, man, cut it out. That's a shovel, you know?
Why won't you go down?
Okay, seriously, Lester, it's getting really annoying.
KENDRA: For the championship!
[HOWLING]
Go Growlers.
I'm freaking out. I got blood on my hands, Lester.
I gotta keep it together. I gotta keep it togeth--
Tim will be fine.
I'll bring him back right after the game tomorrow.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
This doesn't feel right.
Like a vegan barbecue.
All right. Not dogs and shamburgers are ready.
Hey, bro, you want some fake-on on that?
[SCREAMS]
Smell that? That's meat burning.
Oh, God, that smells so good.
Okay, listen up. It's almost game time.
Where's Colt?
Um...
He quit.
He's joining the musical.
He said he had to be true to who he is,
not to who everyone thought he was.
Five, six, seven, eight.
[DANCE MUSIC BLARING]
What are you thinking? This is the championship.
Musical theater is for the gays,
the lucky, lucky gays.
[SIGHS]
Dad, why are you undressing that little boy
who has a chest tattoo of Jeremy Piven
just like Mr. Holt?
Scram, Holt. Get to the field.
Wait, what's going on here?
Why would you do this, Dad?
Let me tell you something, son.
Sometimes the cards you're dealt aren't good enough.
You have to reach for better cards.
Cheating cards.
But how can you live with yourself
when you're cheating to win?
I'm just settling the score with Coach Butler.
Besides, it's tradition to cheat in baseball.
Look at Mark McGwire, Roger Clemens, Alex Rodriguez,
and the entire 2004 and 2007 Boston Red Sox.
Sometimes you gotta do whatever it takes to win.
Now, come on, we're gonna go win state.
I'll be right there.
I just remembered something I need to do.
[THINKING] I wonder what he remembered to do.
I wonder what Donna's making for dinner.
I wonder if she'll even make dinner.
I'll pick up some Pad Thai and some scrambled eggs
and a Clark bar on the way home.
If she's already made dinner,
then I'll just eat that for lunch tomorrow.
[LAUGHING]
Terry will be so jealous.
He always has crummy lunches.
It's sad that Terry's alone.
[ORGAN PLAYING]
Hey, old man.
Get it?
[BOTH LAUGH]
Yes, I do get it.
Oh, I'm happy you're here, Rallo.
You're out!
ANNOUNCER 1: Another strikeout.
I haven't seen a pitching performance rival this
since Danny Almonte, the kid who lied about his age
to pitch in the Little League World Series.
[OWLS HOOTING DISTANTLY]
What the--? How did I get in the woods?
Oh, man, stood up too fast.
Oh, gross, sap. I hate the woods.
You gotta beam me out of here, Jesus.
I gotta haul bear ass to that game
and stop Cleveland from cheating.
If there was any way to get to the field quick.
Hm. That gives me an idea.
Hey, thanks for the ride, Doug.
Good luck with your wife's operation.
Oh, right. Don't worry, honey, we're almost there.
[WOMAN GROANING]
ANNOUNCER 1: Grab your gas can and find a cop car,
because two more outs and Stoolbend is champs.
ANNOUNCER 2: Hold everything.
Here comes virgin Principal Wally Farquhare.
Stop the game! Stop the game!
One of these students is ineligible.
Ernie Krinklesac is the guilty Gus.
He never turned in his final wood shop project.
What? That gives him an F,
which makes him academically ineligible
for extracurricular activities.
Whew!
Hey, how did Ernie fail shop?
He built our carport.
How? How indeed.
I did what it took to win, Dad.
First, I created a distraction.
And then, for the final part of my trick,
known as the prestige,
I took Ernie's project and put my name on it.
How could you do that to your friend?
Like you said, winning is the most important thing.
Friend or no friend, I gotta get mine.
And if I failed shop, I would disappoint you.
And I've never ever disappointed you, Daddy.
Well, you did disappoint me by cheating.
What? Where do you think I got the idea?
You're cheating. I learned it from you.
You just found out I was cheating.
Ah, busted.
Oh, Junior, what have I taught you?
You did good, Holt, but the jig's up.
Why are you taking me out, bro?
This whole thing's wrong.
Bad caramel. Too much bad caramel.
Give me the ball.
Yeah, I get it. It's probably for the best.
All these 'roids are doing a number on my junk.
[ALL CHEERING]
You're about to find out what happens when animals attack.
If you, uh, if you remember those shows.
Take it easy, Tim. I know you're upset with me, but look.
Um....
Far away.
Hello.
Far away.
That's my-- That's my Raymond.
Yeah, Raymond. Go, buddy!
I'm really sorry, Tim. I know I messed up.
Who cares, man?
It's my son in the championship game.
ANNOUNCER 1: Local burnout Raymond the bear,
not looking like he knows where he is.
Remember, that pitch is not in slow motion
to create dramatic effect.
It's that slow.
ANNOUNCER 2: It's almost as if the ball itself is stoned.
Bye-bye.
ANNOUNCER 1: And there you have it.
The Mud Falls Trotters
are your state champions.
[ALL BOOING]
You lose again, Cold Brown.
I guess my pitcher was just a little bit better than yours.
Well, Donna, he may have the ring and the championship,
but I have the comfort of a clear conscience.
I did a great thing here today.
Not really. You cheated to get to the championship,
and then wussed out and didn't go through with it at the end.
You realize you eliminated three deserving teams from contention?
So you really didn't do anything great.
No, I did.
You don't get it. It's guy stuff.
Clear conscience, full hearts, can't lose.
Whatever. I'm just glad I never knew anything about it.
There's still time.
♪ 525,600 minutes
ALL: ♪ 525,000 journeys to plan
♪ 525,600 minutes
♪ How can you measure the life Of a woman or a man? ♪
No. No touch.
[♪]
[English - US - Line 21]