(SNORING)
(SNIFFS)
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
RICK: Ew! Yuck!
Slimy leaves.
Oof!
Tom, when I get my hands on you,
you'll be... (GRUNTS) sorry! (THUDS)
GINGER: Now, Rick, the doctor gave strict instructions
to stay off your foot for a few days.
Come, sit and relax in your favorite chair.
RICK: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Oh!
Ee... Whoa. (GRUNTS)
Whoa. You've done enough damage for one day.
You stay right here, mister.
(BLOWS RASPBERRY) (SNAPS FINGERS)
Rick, remember, I'm leaving for two days.
Oh, but who'll feed me while you're gone?
GINGER:I've made arrangements for someone to come over and take care of you.
RICK:Aunt Louella?
GINGER:My mother.
Ugh. Maybe I should stay in the hospital.
You'll be fine. (DOORBELL RINGS)
(GASPS) That must be her now.
Oh, hi, Mom. I'm so glad you're here.
ROSEMARY: Hi, honey.
You go catch your flight. I'll take care of Ricky.
GINGER:Thanks, Mom. I'll be back before you know it, Rick.
Yeah, have a nice trip. (DOOR SHUTS)
ROSEMARY: Who wants tofu casserole?
Oh, sounds great, Rosemary.
(SOFTLY) I'm gonna die.
Well, aren't you a portly one?
How about some MSG, GMO,
SMH, BRB, MRI and gluten free oatmeal?
Ooh! Lunch time!
ROSEMARY:Oh, here's another hefty fellow.
Never fear, Rosemary's here.
Now, let's top it off with my gravy.
(GIGGLING)
Ay, ay, ay!
Oh, my, this refrigerator is full of unhealthy food.
Mm-mm. Cinnamon rolls?
Might as well eat a bag of sugar.
(GASPS) No! Not the pizza!
All right, you two, rabble-rousers, outside.
Those two need to be on a serious diet.
Hmm. Time to take out this thrash.
(WHISTLES)
(PEPPY MUSIC PLAYING)
No! No, no, no! Come back!
(LISPING) This is all your fault, cat.
(SNARLING)
Come back with my teeth!
ROSEMARY:Lunchtime, Ricky!
(RICK SIGHS)
You're going to love my garbanzo bean burger on a bed of turnip greens
with my famous gravy.
It's to die for.
RICK: Yes, I'm sure I will.
Love it.
(WHISTLES)
Hungry, boy?
(BOTH SNIFFING)
ROSEMARY:Ready for another helping, Ricky?
Oh. Uh, I couldn't possibly eat another bite.
(STOMACH GROWLING)
(CLICKS FINGERS)
SPIKE: We should open it together.
Just like normal animals that are starving to death.
Mm-mm!
Sorry, boys, the kitchen is closed.
Better luck next time, fellas.
(GRUNTS) here's gotta be some crumbs in there somewhere.
(SNIFFING)
Attaboy. Keep looking.
Ee, time to get some fresh air.
Oh, great idea, Rosemary.
Here's our chance to sneak some real food.
Get off me, Tom.
ROSEMARY: He can come along. It'll be good for him.
All my cooking is really slimming you down, Ricky.
You're easy to push.
(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
(HISSING)
Oh, no. I forgot to put the tofu loaf in the fridge.
RICK: Oh, better go put that away.
We definitely don't want it to go bad.
ROSEMARY: Hmm.
RICK: Oh, I can wheel myself home.
It'll build up my appetite.
ROSEMARY: Well, okay. But be careful.
RICK: Whoa!
Easy, big fella. I don't want any trouble.
Hey, what are you doing, Spike?
Come on, hand it over.
You can't just take someone's juicy, tender steak off the grill.
Let's eat!
(ROARS) (WOMAN SCREAMS)
MAN:Mad dog! Mad dog!
(WHEELS SCREECH)
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
ROSEMARY: What on earth!
RICK (SLURRING): Oh, Rosemary, I can explain.
ROSEMARY: Grease stains, cookie crumbs, barbeque breath!
RICK: But listen, there's a perfectly healthy...
(BURPS)
...explanation.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Ricky!
It's all right, sweety.
If you'd like to stay the rest of the week at the seminar,
you go right ahead.
Your mom's got everything under control.
And I've got plenty of gravy to feed everyone.