01x03 - III

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Alexander Graham Bell.

In 1876, Alexander Graham Bell

made the first phone call in history

with the help of his assistant,
Mr. Thomas Watson.

Mr. Watson, come here. I need you.

It worked!

Huzzah, gentlemen. Congrats to all of us.

This was a team effort,

even though I kind of ran point on it.

Watson.

It's, it's ringing.

Oh, uh, answer it.

Hello.

Hello?

Who is this?

It's your mama.

Mama?

But my mama has passed on. Watson! Watson.

Hm?

She says it's my mother.

Well, if she's saying it's your mom,

I mean, who knows what
this new technology can do.

Yes, good point. Okay, very well.

Mama?

Mama, it’s little Alex. Are you there?

Yes.

It’s your mama!

Alex, my baby boy. I am so proud of you.

Thank you, Mother.

There's only one thing

that could make me more proud.

Let your mama see that d*ck.

What?

What did she-- Watson, Watson!

- Is this you?
- It's not me.

But it can't-- it cannot be.
It can't-- I don't believe you.

Whoever this is,
I want you to know something.

The authorities are being called.

Oh yeah? Good luck.

They don’t have a f*ck' phone.

sh*t. It is ill*gal, sure,

to make phone calls of a crank nature.

WATSON (high-pitched):
You would call the police

on your own dear mother?

If you are my mother,
what is your last name?

- Bell.
- That's my mother. That confirms it.

Do me a favor, sweetie.

Anything at all, name it.

Let your mama see that d*ck.

Let me see a d*ck pic.

d*ck pic?
Very well, Mother.

If it will bring you a modicum of peace.

Okay. Something tasteful.

Ah, all right,

hold on, Mama.

And here we go. One and a two and a three.

There it is.

Can you just do one
more thing for me?

Anything, Mother.

- Take your pee-pee--
- Yes?

and f*ck the phone.

But it’s my invent--

All right, I, I, I shall do it,
Mother. Going in.

Ah! The metal is cold.

This can't be safe. There's so many wires.

That's impressive.
You're Mama's special little boy.

Thank you, Mommy. I love you, Mommy.

Ah, don't take a photograph!

Ah!

History of the World: Part II.

Previously, on The Russian Revolution.

Get your mud pies from me, Schmuck Mudman!

All you need to do is add water.

All I care about is falling in love.

The idiot Tsar and his parasitic family

- have been ex*cuted!
- Wee!

We must go to Moscow
and join the revolution!

Let’s pack our one bag.

In Moscow, Vladimir Lenin
and his top men

discuss forming the new Soviet Union.

And if they order lunch, Sov-iet!

Little bit of cream for you.

I scream, you scream,
we all scream for goat’s cream?

Nyet!

Comrade Lenin, I have an idea
I would love to bounce off you.

Hey, Stalin, quit stalling

and get me another cup of joe, Joe.

Yes, sir. Right away, sir.

Comrades, as you all know,

we won the revolution,

but the battle is not yet over.

We must purge the cancerous
elements from within the party

in a little something
that I’ve been calling

“The Red Terror.”

- Oh.
- The Red Terror.

Comrade Trotsky, you don’t have to

raise your hand. You just proceed.

Oh, yeah, very well.

Comrade Lenin,

may I humbly present

a design of my own?

Called “The Crimson Wave.”

How about the
“Bloodiest Time of the Month?”

“Aunt Flo’s Coming to Town.”

I think there's still a clear winner.

It’s “Red Terror” ‘cause it’s spooky.

Oh, (laughs) I, I made one, too. You like?

Stalinism?

What is wrong with you, Jojo?
Just make us coffee, okay?

Yeah, and keep
the pretty little mouth shut.

Yes, thank you. Thank you, honey.

- Speaking of honey--
- Oh!

I've got some sweet and savory treats
for my favorite customers.

- Hey, there he is. Finally.
- I'm so sorry I'm late.

We didn’t keep time in the shtetl,
we just kept secrets.

I have no idea where my wife
went on our wedding night.

All right, what do we got here?

- Let's see, we got a borscht for Boris.
- There you go.

- A turkey for Trotsky.
- Oh!

And for our great leader,

a bagel and schmear for Vladimir.

What about my pickled herring?

My herring has yet to pickle
and it is my great shame.

- Ah.
- And last, but definitely least,

don't think I forgot, a celery soda!

- Celery soda for Stalin.
- That's all I get for lunch?

Aww, I'm just joking.

Oh, I thought the--

I got a stew for Stalin.
What a weak f*ck’ loser, huh?

- Not strong man material.
- No, this, this guy rules.

Yeah. LENIN: This Schmuck.

Oh! Speaking of rules,

we all must wash our hands before we eat.

We all... walkin' in a line? All right.

♪ Someday ♪

♪ The world won’t mock
my shy and timid ways ♪

♪ The people will all
lavish me with praise ♪

♪ Someday I shall rule this land ♪

♪ With kindness, love, and light ♪

♪ With open hearts and open minds ♪

♪ Our future will shine bright ♪

♪ The masses will adore me ♪

♪ As together we stand tall ♪

♪ And if not, then there's plan B ♪

♪ I'll rip out their f*cking
hearts and devour them ♪

♪ One and all ♪

♪ Someday ♪

Noah’s Ark.

Oh.

- I think that's everything.
- Where's father?

Uh, Noah's probably inside
with all the animals.

Now, we must ignore

those who say that father
has lost his mind.

I said it. I said he's lost his mind.

He's built a giant boat

because God told him the world was ending?

- It's kinda nuts.
- In his defense, it's pouring outside.

What, it's the rainy season, Ham!

Sarah, Father knows what he's doing.

Hey, guys. How's it goin'?

Oh, Father, excellent. You have the dogs.

And wherest are the rest of the animals?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. They’re in here.
Come check ‘em out.

- All right.
- Okay.

Go. Ah, oh, ooh.

Heh?

Soak it in.

Father, what's going on?

Where are the other beasts?

I thought you were supposed
to get two of every animal?

I did get two of every animal.

I got two chihuahuas,
I got two Pekingeses, two pugs.

Actually, I got three pugs.
Don't tell God.

I think I'm gonna take

- my chances with the flood.
- No, no, no.

- Sarah, wait-- No, no, no.
- Yes.

Sarah's right. This is kinda stupid.

- You're kinda stupid.
- Father!

It was a stupid thing to say!

Ham, did you bring my special bag?

- Yes, Father. As you asked.
- Pass it over, Ham.

- I almost died bringing it to you.
- Thank you, Ham.

All right you little monsters,

- have at it! Go crazy!
- Oh my god.

- Oh my--
- Get it!

This is bananas.

No, this is Bananas. She's a rescue.

And what are we to eat?
No goats or eggs or chickens?

I knew you would ask that

and I came with what I know will be

- a unanimously beloved solution.
- JAPETH/SARAH: Great.

We eat Sarah.

- My wifeth?
- Your wifeth!

Oh, you just try to eat me,

- you f*cking b*tch!
- I will try.

Enough. God gave you a mission
and you failed him.

Look, here's the deal.

We're gonna be on this boat,

per God, for 40 days and 40 nights.

Do you wanna spend that time

getting sprayed in the face

with hippopotamus sh*t?

Gettin' bit by two of every bug?

With tigers and lions?

How long would we last with a tiger here?

What I wanna do is spend the next

month and 10 days

snuggling with these little babies.

We cannot live in a world

where the only animals are tiny dogs.

I mean, what are we
supposed to do with this

absolutely adorable little cuddle monster?

Oh, I hope God invents a tuxedo,

so you can be a formal little gentleman.

I think I got a senior dog,
but senior dogs need love, too.

This little mister is gonna be
sleepin' in the bed tonight.

- Okay!
- And for Sarah.

No, no, no, no. I’d rather not.

- What do you mean? Take him.
- I'm actually more of a cat person.

You know, your wife is gamier
than I thought she would be.

It's crazy that we ate Sarah
and not the guy named "Ham."

I didn't even think of that.

Previously on The Civil w*r.

I have every soldier

on orders to deny you alcohol.

Oh, hello, Daddy.

- Hey!
- Ah!

What you doin' with a

dirty Union greenback?

We hate everything.

But most of all, Yankees.

The Southern Army
is on its last legs.

We have General Lee
and his men pinned down.

He will surrender, but he'll
only surrender to General Grant

because Lee is a starfucker.

Now, General Grant was last seen

heading towards the hamlet of Rock Ridge.

- Oh--
- Not that one.

Now this Rock Ridge, the one we're talking
about here,

is in West Virginia,

and that's Confederate Territory,

which is why you three gentlemen,

the most expendable ones we have,

have been tasked with finding the General

and bringing him back here.

Search every saloon in Rock Ridge.

Dismissed!

God, he's so dismissive.

No, no, no, when he said,
"dismissed," it means we can leave.

- He's not bein' rude.
- Oh, okay,

'cause I felt very disrespected
there for a second.

Anyway, I'm Lieutenant Henry Honeybeard.

- Mason Dixon, nice to meet you.
- Mason Dixon?

Yeah, my dad's from Florida,
my mom's from New York.

- Oh, and you are?
- Uncomfortable with introductions.

But my shrink says I have to try.

- You can do this.
- Right away, sir.

I’m Mingos.

That was harder than I thought.

Well, I don’t know about you guys,

but I thought it was pretty neat
that he called us “expendable.”

- Okay.
- I've never been called that before.

I don't think you know
what "expendable" means.

I think the word you're thinkin'
of is "exceptional."

As in, "I went to an exceptional
school in Boston."

- We get it, you went to Harvard.
- Boston University, actually.

Majored in stage design,
minored in the banjo.

What?! I play the bugle.
I’m the bugle boy of company B.

No way! We could start a band!
Mingos, do you play anything?

No. I do a little observational comedy,

- but that’s it.
- Can we hear some?

- I only do it when I'm alone.
- Really? Why?

Thought of doing it in front of anyone

makes me physically--

Ah, sh*t, ill.

Okay, well...

even though I am the ranking officer,
I’m not gonna force you.

You're only the ranking officer
because you're White.

Oh, snap.

- That is a good observation.
- Yeah.

All righty, Dixon,
which way to West Virginia?

Well, if I remember correctly,

West Virginia is to the left of Virginia.

Okay, I’m a righty, so this way?

But my left is pointing this way.

Turn around.

Oh.

- See, now we’re the same direction.
- Yeah.

- Shall we?
- Oh, yeah.

Okay, who ate all
the cheeseballs?

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know
those were for sharing.

Meanwhile, back in Moscow.

Look, we need to start a revolution

against the Revolution.

Lenin is gonna purge
every card-carrying Bolshevik.

Sorry...

this whole time I thought
we were the Bolsheviks.

No, no, you idiot.

We’re the Mensheviks.
And proud of it, excuse me.

No, we’re the harmonizin'

R&B group, Bolsheviks II Mensheviks.

♪ I’ll make borscht for you ♪

No, no.

We are the SRs.

We're the social revolutionaries.

- Let's put a vote to it.
- Let us first vote on what

- we wanna vote about. Are women voting?
- Women will be voting.

- What about Jews?
- We're all Jews, so--

- People under 5’5”?
- No, well--

Enough!

We voted enough. It's time for action.

Oh, thank you, thank you!
Not necessary, but thank you.

Fanny, why didn't you tell me
we were gonna have

all these stinky socialists

in our new Moscow apartment?

- I would've soured some extra cream.
- Who’s this schlub?

Oh, no, Schlub Mudman is my dead brother,

may his memory be a bleching.

No, my name is Schmuck Mudman. Hello.

He’s nobody, he’s my husband.

Your misery looks familiar to me.

Are we from the same shtetl?

No. I get this all the time,

but I’m a miserable city Jew.

- Oh, okay.
- Now, what are we gonna do about Lenin?!

Lenin? Vlad? Vlad Lenin?

Is that who you’re talkin' about?

- Mm-hm.
- Yeah, Vlad Lenin.

Oh, well, I serve sandwiches

to Vladimir Lenin and all of his comrades

every day at their office

where they remain completely unguarded.

Well, you’re all looking at me
with a murderous hunger.

You must be famished.

Let me make you some something to eat.

Joshy?!

It's like we're twins, right?
This is my son.

- Joshy, show everyone your abs.
- Come on.

Joshy, please. Look at this! Ooh!

We could wash underwear
on these abs and we have.

Calm down. Sit down now.

Joshy, I want you to go to
Mrs. Federov’s chicken coop

and get me one perfect egg,

so that I can make my famous

- one-egg omelet, all right?
- All right.

- All right, I love you, son.
- I love you.

Okay! You guys enjoy your little kibitz,

and I’m gonna go to the kitchen
and make a ton of noise!

One-egg! Omelette!

I think we have our in.

Sigmund Freud.

The human brain is the most
exquisite machine ever built,

and I'm here to help you explore it.

Hello.

I am Sigmund Freud
and this is my Mommyclass.

Masterclass. What?!

I will give you the tools you need

to understand not only your own mind,

but also the mind behind your mind.

You’re simply ashamed of your tiny p*nis.

I just wanna quit smoking.

Quit smoking? What? Why? Smoking’s cool.

You’ll also have access
to never before seen footage

from my personal archives.

Shared without my patients' permission.

I've done a... really interesting drawing.

It’s of you and me.
And we’re two eggplants.

- Don’t they look a little like penises?
- Whoa,

- someone wants to sleep with their father.
- What?!

I will also teach you
some tricks of the trade

that will allow you to focus
and keep your mind sharp.

Ooh, sh*t!

- Ever heard of cocaine?
- No. What does it do?

Ah, just makes you super f*cking human.

Sure.

In just 477 classes,

ranging in lengths
from 30 seconds to three days,

I will help you unlock the mysteries

of the human condition

and clean the f*ck out of my apartment.

What if we f*ck' start a restaurant?

- Oh, sh*t! Now you're talking.
- Dude!

Guys, I'm gonna teach you

- all of this sh*t, okay?
- Mm.

So, join me for my Masturbates.

Cla-- Masterclass.

That was what, what we call
classic "Sigmund Slip."

Now back to The Civil w*r.

Somewhere in Virginia,
the search party continues to search,

and badly I might add.

Where in the White devil are we?

Nah, I-I'm startin'
to think we're lost.

What gives you that idea?

Is it ‘cause we’re in a damn cave?!

Ah!

How did we end up underground?

What is that noise?

Um, what the hell is this?

- Do we just jump over it?
- Yeah. You two first.

Is this Grant's tomb?

If it is, then we blew it.

General Grant, are ya in here?

- Hands up where I can see ‘em.
- Ahh.

Good gravy, it’s Harriet Tubman!

Right, Harriet Tubman,

the inventor of the tub, I wanna say?

How did these dumbasses enslave us?

She created the Underground Railroad,

which I thought was
a network of small groups

moving stealthily around
the country to escape sl*very,

but, yeah, no, this is a railroad.

Yeah, it's a railroad,

and you fellas jumped the turnstile.

Pay up.

Uh, how much are we talkin'?

Well, if you're a sl*ve it's free,

but if you're free, 20 bucks.

What if my uncle happens to be a sl*ve?

Is there, like, a friends and family

thing you have?

- Twenty bucks.
- Okay.

These are the only Andrew Jacksons I like.

I gotta say, this place is amazing.

Did you build this yourself?

Yeah, we built most of the infrastructure

in this country.

Uh? Surprised we made somethin' for us?

No, no, I-- No, I-I mean
you could do whatever you want.

I, I think it's great, um.

Oh god, what am I,
what am I feeling here, guys?

- White guilt.
- Gotcha.

- Hey, c-can you guys help me process it?
- No.

Yeah, let him work
that sh*t out on his own.

Word.

If you want a ride to Canada,

the train'll be here in three minutes.

Oh, that's great. We're actually
trying to get to Rock Ridge.

I can't tell you why though
because it is a

- top-secret mission.
- It’s to find General Grant

and Abe Lincoln’s son

and get them back, so we can end the w*r.

Well, you seem like smart fellas,

so you do know that Rock Ridge

is in the other direction
from where you came from?

I don’t know about that.

We were coming from the right, so.

Uh-huh.

J-Just go through this door,
change platforms,

take the crosstown R to Rock Ridge.

If you hit Florida, you’re f*cked.

- Get outta here.
- Okay.

I’m a huge fan of your work by the way.

I meant everything I said
about how cool I think-- Never mind.

Ugh, 200 years of this sh*t.

♪

We missed the train!

You just had to get a slice,
didn’t you?

Meanwhile, back in Moscow.

Hi. I’m Josh. Schmuck Mudman’s son.

There’s no way you’re
Schmuck Mudman’s son.

Can I buy one egg, please?

Get it yourself.

The last time I went in there,

the rooster ate off my last pinky.

What happened to your other pinky?

I ate it. Eh, mind your business!

Hey, guys!
It's your girl, Anastasia.

Um, as you all know, my family
was k*lled in the revolution,

so I’m hiding from, yeah, everybody,

except for you guys, my loyal followers.

Um, so, today

So, yeah! Let me know what you think.

Um, I'm sorry to interrupt,

but... who are you?

Oh, I'm Princess Anastasia,
the heir to the Romanov dynast--

I mean... I'm... poor sh*t person.

No!

You're the woman from the newspaper!

That was a blind item
and I deny everything.

You’re the most beautiful
woman I’ve ever seen.

- Ah!
- And I’ve seen, like, 30 people.

Wow! Yeah, you're crazy hot, too.

And you're tall,

but you're not like a weird
basketball player tall, yeah.

I think I'm f*cking
falling in love with you.

No! It can never be.

I'm the most wanted
person in this country.

And you're a Jew.

♪ Someday ♪

♪ The world won't judge us
for who we are inside ♪

♪ They'll only see our surface beauty ♪

♪ And every heart will open wide ♪

♪ They'll ignore
your family's heinous past ♪

♪ And see just your dimpled chin ♪

♪ And your chiseled jawline
will define you ♪

♪ Not your missing foreskin ♪

♪ Someday, someday ♪

♪ I will make history ♪

♪ With a plot ruthless ♪

- ♪ and daring ♪
- ♪ They'll love me as a hottie ♪

♪ Someday I'll wow the world ♪

- ♪ With my lox and pickled herring ♪
- ♪ They’ll see only

♪ my perfect body ♪

♪ I'll win the hearts
of every artist and ♪

-♪ free thinker ♪
- ♪ I'll purge the land of evil ♪

♪ I'll finally find the nerve
to eat another finger ♪

♪ Someday, someday,
someday, someday ♪

♪ Maybe tomorrow ♪

You know what? Tomorrow's no good.
What about the day after?

I got a doctor's appointment!
I've already moved it twice!

Uh, you know, I got mani-pedi

- and delousing.
- Tuesday's good for me.

- Yeah, see, I can't do Tuesday.
- No. Maybe next week

or the following week.

I’ll start a Kugel Invite, okay?