02x08 - Copper Top Girl

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[ Bell Ringing ]

Wy, I have done the impossible.

I have achieved
the unachievable.

- Got a date?
- Yeah. Hey...

Lucky guess.
What are the specs?

Me, Janine Dunivan, tonight.
Thank you.

That's great.

We're going to the
sound garden concert.

- Please don't be mad.
- Those were our tickets.

You think she's want to
sit and talk? I needed bait.

I've looked forward
to that concert.

- But that's not all.
- What?

I get to wear a little
hat and drive you there?

No, I'm going to pay you back.
Anything you want, you got it.

Okay, I'll trade you
my concert ticket

but only if you can
find me a date tonight too.

Tonight, a date.

No problem. I can fix
you up with Sharon Huff.

- She owes me big-time.
- Uh-uh.

Not just any date, a great date.
I'm making you work for this.

Okay, so what'll it be?

She's got to be good-looking
and into video games.

She's got to like
mystery science theater--

someone who's classy
but isn't afraid

to pee in the bushes
and she's got to be smart.

Couldn't I give you a
McDonalds gift certificate?

You want that ticket,
you fill that order.

[ Bell Ringing ]

This should do the trick,
and to get the ball rolling...

- Excuse me.
- Mm-hmm?

Do you like foreign films
Indian Food,

Gortex Compuserve, X-Men,
Speed Racer?

Let me ask you this:
have you ever peed in Bush?

Well?

I'm so excited.

I didn't think you'd really
come through on this.

Give me a hint.
What are her initials?

After all that footwork,
you think I'm blabbing now?

What time did you tell
to meet us here?

Excuse me.
Bladder the size of a peanut.

I called you a half hour ago.
Seinfeld rerun.

How's the happy foursome?

It's a threesome,
and I'm not happy.

Where is Wyatt's date?

There weren't any takers,
and I'm running out of time.

I got to get Wyatt a date.

If only there were
some magic way.

- Oh, but it's hopeless.
- Gary, I'm not a dating service.

Please? I can't let him down.

Maybe I can find someone
but just for tonight.

Great.
Here's your shopping list.

Happy hunting.

"Must like making
baloney snowflakes"?

You thought it was easy.

Oh, and the clock's ticking.

You were gone a while.
Is she here yet?

No, not yet but she will
be any minute,

right through those doors
and you will be blown away.

It's not happening.
You couldn't find me a date.

No, it's happening. She's coming.

Forget it.

Hi. You must be Wyatt.

I'm Rachel. Sorry I'm late.

- Whoa, static reaction.
- Instant attraction.

- Hi, I'm Janine.
- Hi.

- Well, you hungry?
- Is this baloney?

Yeah.

Hmm.

ZWA baloney snowflakes.

You know, Gary told me
a lot about you

but he didn't mention
how cute you were.

He didn't tell me
about you either.

- Let me help you.
- Ohh.

Oh, allow me.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

She's got a mole the
size of a fishcake.

I'll be right back.

- So, how did I do?
- What the hell is sitting next to Wyatt?

His date. Isn't she pretty?

If you don't mind
flashing lights in her head.

- She is a robot.
- A robot?

You wanted a girl
who shared Wyatt's interests.

- Yeah. So?
- You gave me three minutes.

- She turned out rather well.
- He's going to know.

He won't have time to catch on.

Rachel's battery can
only last six hours.

What can happen in one date?

- I had a great time tonight.
- Me too.

Gary and Janine
seem really nice.

I never thought I'd
meet someone like you.

You're so different
from most girls.

Uh, Gary. Thanks,
but you can go now.

Oops. Sorry.

Leave.

I know this sounds dopey.
But you know where

I'd like to be
with you right now?

- Where?
- Up there.

- Your parents' bedroom?
- Well, no.

I meant... there. That cloud.

The altocumulus
or the nimbostratus?

- You know your clouds
- I know my clouds.

I can see it.
Just the two of us up there.

Thousands of feet above the Earth.
Looking down at everything.

I don't think that's dopey.

So, do you need a
ride home or anything?

Um, I could take her home.

Gary, what are you
doing here? You?

I should be the one
to take her home.

But you can't. Right now is

the perfect moment
to say good night.

The stars are shining.
The clouds are... cloudy.

Besides, you can't
drive a stick.

Oh. Maybe you're right.

Good night, Rachel.
It was great meeting you.

You too, Wyatt.

Do you want to do this
again sometime soon?

Sure. There's a mystery
science theater marathon

- this weekend.
- Great.

Okay. Bus is leaving.
Let's hit the road.

Gar, thanks.
She's too good to be true.

I had my doubt but
you really did it this time.

- The concert ticket's yours.
- Wy, I...

Oh, get her phone number for me.
I don't want to look too pushy.

- I'll see what I can do?
- 'Night.

[ Zapping Sound ]

Whew. Just made it.

Six hours on the nose.
Congratulations.

You made it through the date.

Their first date. They just
made date number two.

And the converation
might be one-sided.

So now what?

We must figure out
how to break the date.

But first let's get her
out of here.

You might want to put
some newspaper under her.

She's leaking oil.

What if someone finds her?
Will she be safe?

- [ Beeping ]
- She is now.

GARY: Ready when you are.

Okay. Turn her over.

Nice and easy.

g*n it!

Whoa. Um!
I'm all biologied-out.

- Me too.
- Study break?

What do you have in mind?

- You sure they can't see us?
- Nope.

We're invisible.
Can't hear us either.

[ Slow Pop Music Playing ]

Can I have this dance?

- Uh-oh.
- What, "uh-oh"?

I didn't program her
with dancing abilities.

Well, she can't just
stand there do something.

- What is this?
- It's an interactive body suit.

Whatever you do, she'll do.

So start dancing, Rachel?
Are you okay, Rachel?

Wow.

You move like a ballerina.

This never happened.

- I really like you, Rachel.
- I really like you too, Wyatt.

Aw, man,
he's going to kiss me.

Thought I'd give him a thrill.

Well, well if it isn't love-runt

bumping and grinding his
way 'round the living room.

Hm.

Outstanding, little brother.
You have outdone yourself.

But there's one thing
I don't understand.

What is a hot ticket like you

doing with a driblle-lip
feeb like this?

Now that the formal
introductions are out of

the way could you please
leave us alone?

I'm not going anywhere.
I'm fascinated.

I'm used to seeing Wyatt
with dates that bleat or moo.

[ Raucous Laughter ]

[ Sighs ]

- Sorry, Rachel.
- Oh, no. It's fine.

Seeing his brother with
an attractive girl

reminds him of his own
overwhelming loneliness

and threatens
his masculinity.

How long has it been...
[ Bleating: ] Che-eh-it?

That's it. You're dead.

[ Grunting ]

Now you know who you're
really mad at, don't you?

You're mad at Chett.

Wow! She's good.

- You're lucky you're a girl, or I'd...
- [ Howling ]

- Uncle, uncle, uncle.
- Isn't there something

you want to say
to your brother?

[ Whimpering ]

She's a keeper.

- I hope I didn't embarrass you.
- Well...

actually it was a little weird
having my date protect me

from my big brother but
it sure was fun to watch.

Thank you.

I'm going to get
something to drink.

You want anything?

Uh-oh. Her battery
is dead again.

Okay, we're on. Let him see us.

Rachel?

- Hey.
- Not again.

What's your problem?
What are you doing here?

What the hell
are you wearing?

Nighttime jogging suit.
So, how's the date going?

Oh, great.
Where did Rachel go?

Oh, I think she had
to go freshen up.

[ Buzzing ]

I'm in heaven, Gary.
Beyond heaven.

I think I'll ask her
to the senior prom.

That's two years away.
Aren't you rushing a little?

I know. Usually I'm hopeless
about relationships.

But Rachel's different.

Yeah... you could say that.

I'm in love, Gary. Really in love.

I've never felt this way
about anyone before.

Wy, buddy, there's something
I should tell you about Rachel.

Wyatt... I hope you don't mind.

I pok a look around.
You have the coolest room.

Isn't she great?

[ Chattering ]

Rachel?

I'm sorry, Gary.

What were you going
to tell me about Rachel?

How could you do this?
You lied to me.

You build the perfect girl
and of course,

I'm going to fall in love.
What were you thinking?

It was supposed to
be a one-night deal.

We didn't know you two
would hit it off.

You programmed her to fall
in love with me, right?

No, I had nothing to do with that.

Rachel learned to love you
on her own.

Oh, that's even better.
I won her heart.

- Which piece would that be?
- Wy, look, I'm sorry about this.

- I'll get rid of her.
- No!

She's the most wonderful girl
I ever met.

I don't care if she's a robot.
We made plans together.

- I can make this work.
- Step back a moment

and think about
what you're saying, Wyatt.

She's a machine.
You're a human being.

How do you see this
working out?

Rachel and I
truly love each other.

That's all that matters.

You got to help me
put her together.

Please?

Okay... if it's love.

But we're doing this
under protest.

Go ahead, Wyatt. She's all yours.

Hi. I missed you.

I missed you too.

- [ Crunching Sound ]
- Turn her off, turn her off!

I don't think this is
such a good idea.

Maybe you should
date the clock-radio.

It would be a whole lot safer.

No, I'm going to make this work.

Wyatt, when are you
going to give this up?

Monday, her eye popped out.

Tuesday, she shorted out
in the rain.

Thursday, she backed
over a dog.

Now, she's losing limbs.

You're in love with a lemon.

It has it's bumps but then
every relationship does, right?

Super glue, super glue...
great, Wyatt.

You're handling this really well.

How's Rachel dealing
with her being a robot

and you human?

That whole mixed marriage thing?

We never really
talking about it.

She does know, doesn't she?

She's a... a... robo-babe?

- I never mentioned it to her.
- I got to tell her then.

Our relationship's
based on honestly.

And WD-40.

Why are we here
we were going to a movie.

There's something I have
to talk to you about.

And it's kind of serious.

Did you ever feel like
you don't completely fit in?

Like something about you is...

A little different
from everyone else?

What are you trying
ot say, Wyatt?

I'll be straight with you.

Pencil... pencil... pencil...

mechanical pencil.

- You follow?
- Sure.

Pen... pen... pen... protractor.

- Let's go.
- No, wait, wait.

- You don't get it, do you?
- Get what?

- I want to go to the movie.
- I... uh...

I don't know how else
to tell you this.

Sit down.

You're not... human.

Yeah?... And?...

You're a robot, Rachel.

I know. Aren't you?

No, of course not. I'm human.

- Flesh and blood.
- You're what?

All the time we spent
together and you never

once mentioned you're
a water-based organism?

- Huh?
- How could you?

I mean, sure, we share
all the same interests

but eventually your heart
is going to weaken

- and stop I'll be around forever.
- But...

Face it, Wyatt.
You're biodegradable.

How can I spend my eternity
knowing my one true love

is going to rot
like a compost heap?

Oh, yeah? Well, what about you?

Unless somebody plugs
you in you wear out faster

- than a wind-up monkey.
- Granted,

I have a few bugs
but I can be repaired.

Let's not fight.

You're special, Wyatt, but
it's not going to work.

- You're breaking up with me?
- I'm sorry.

I had a great time with you.
I really did.

But I'm looking for more
than just some 70-year fling.

Can it hurt to ask for
one last kiss good-bye?

Of course not.

Man... dumped by a robot.

We were perfect together.

I'll never find
another girl like her.

LISA: She's was a machine.
You're a human being.

It never would have worked.

But I'll let you in
on a little secret.

I based her on a real person.

- You based Rachel on her?
- You got a second chance.

Hi. I have a big Earth
science test coming up

and I was wondering if you
knew anything about... clouds.

I saw one the other day
who looked like a unicorn.

But the more I stared
the more it looked like

that dude from KnightRider.
Uncle had a talking car.

It told him his door was open.
Is that weird or what?

I'm rambling, aren't I?
What did you ask me again?

I can make this work.