Meet George Jetson
His boy, Elroy
Daughter, Judy
Jane, his wife
Well, we're here, Judy.
Golly, it was so nice of you to run me home from schooI, Booster.
Think nothing of it, moon girI. Pick you up after supper?
Yes, Booster.
- Your carry belt on tight? - Yes, Booster.
Oh, hey, you forgot your geometry tapes.
Oh, so I did.
Hey, you always got to adjust the antigravity, Judy.
- Yes, Booster. - You've got to remember...
- ... to compensate for extra weight. - Oh, yes, Booster.
- Now you're okay. - Yes, Booster.
If you still feeI a drag, turn the controI up a little.
- Yes, Booster. - Be ready on time, star chick.
Yes, Booster.
Oh, yes, Booster.
- Hey! Why don't you watch it?! - Yes, Booster.
- Hey, you in a fog or something? - Yes, Booster.
Down here, young lady.
Why, Booster, what are you doing here?
My name's not Booster.
And why aren't you looking where you're going?
Oh, you're not Booster, oh! I mean, what's the matter, officer?
That's what I'm asking.
That car almost vaporized you. Let's hear your license.
Judy Jetson, Skypad Apartments. License 17819B.
No record of any traffic violations.
You ought to know enough to stay in the pedestrian lanes.
- Yes, sir. - All right, Miss Jetson.
- Take off, but watch your power. - I will. Thanks, officer.
And I'll be carefuI.
Afternoon, Miss Judy.
- Why, Booster. - Who?
No. It's me, Henry.
Oh, I've got it bad.
You're looking awfully handsome today, Henry.
I am?
So do those windows. So does everything.
Say, are you feeling all right, Miss Judy?
Oh, I feeI fine. I'm in love, Henry.
- Again? - I beg your pardon?
Sorry, Miss Judy, but... Who is it this time?
His name is Booster Pendleton and he is absolutely the spaciest.
- Well, he must be. - See you.
Oh, Rosey, you darling, beautifuI girI.
Afternoon, Miss Judy.
- You learn this exercise in schooI? - We're dancing, Rosey.
Maybe you are. AII I'm doing is winding up my springs.
I'm in love.
I'm dizzy. In love again?
For the absolutely last time. Oh, he's simply the utmost, Rosey.
- The utmost. - Sure, just like the last one.
Love.
Not "beep beep," Rosey. Love.
For you:
For me, nonsense.
Evening, Mr. Jetson.
Say, I see your retrobrakes need adjusting again.
What say? Speak up. I can't hear you with that bubble down.
I still don't get it, Mr. Jetson. Give me a hint.
How many words? Three. Three words.
Okay. Give me the first word. I love games.
Up. Upsy-daisy? Grip. Grab?
Got. Get. That's it?
Good, good.
Now for the second word. This is fun.
Kind of making my day.
You? Get you. No, no, no. Me?
"Get me. " Oh, I get it.
If I don't get it, I'm gonna get it.
Gee, that's kind of funny too. Okay. Third word.
Make like a bird? Flip-flop? Flipping flopping floop?
Wings.
Knickknack. Knock-nook. Nook-knick. Knock knock. Knuckles?
Knucklehead.
It's no use, Mr. Jetson. I just can't hear a word.
Here, let me open it up.
Get me out!
Well, you don't have to shout. I can hear you.
Oh, say. I got something I want to show you.
- Hey, what's that you're taking apart? - What do you mean, taking apart?
I'm putting it together. He's my new helper, and I call him Mac.
Now, Mac is gonna take a lot of the load off of me around this place.
- I'll bet. How do you know it works? - We're gonna try him right now.
There, you see?
Oh, that's reaI smooth.
- What does it do besides make noise? - Everything.
Say hello, Mac.
Hello. Hello.
Yeah, did you hear that?
Sounds like a broken-down inner-space stereo.
Now, listen, I didn't build him to have somebody to talk to.
- He's gonna work for me. - Yeah? Doing what?
Whatever I tell him to do.
Now, watch. Say, Mac, I left my tooI kit outside.
Go get it.
TooI kit.
Yes, sir, he's sure gonna help.
Only, what will you do when he runs out of walls?
Well, maybe he don't see too good yet.
I gotta kind of, you know, work on his visuaI circuit. But don't worry.
He'll improve.
TooI kit. TooI kit.
Good boy, Mac. I'm proud of you.
He's improving, all right. He used the door that time.
And this is just a start, you know.
Why, Mac is gonna be reaI helpfuI. You just wait and see.
Sure he is. And if you ever need money, you can rent him out as a house wrecker.
Good evening, Mr. J.
- Hi, Rosey. Where's the missus? - In the kitchen.
That's fine. A little up with the feet.
Now down a little bit with the head. Oh, that's swell, Rosey.
Hello, Daddy, dear. How are you this beautifuI evening?
I'm okay, and if you're after an advance on your allowance, the answer is no.
Why, Daddy, darling, I'm not after anything.
- Here, let me make you more comfortable. - All right.
Now, what did you do that you shouldn't have?
- Nothing, Daddy. - Then how come all this sunshine?
Oh, that.
Blame it on Booster.
- There. Comfy? - Naturally.
- I enjoy sitting with my foot in my ear. - Oh, it's too tight.
There. Shall I turn on the newspaper?
Later, honey. Let's get back to Booster.
- What is it, a new kind of happy pill? - Of course not. It's a boy.
- Booster Pendleton. - Oh, you're in love.
- And how long is this gonna last? - Forever.
Rosey, did you know Judy was in love again?
Yes, sir. A boy.
- He is the most "ut. " - The most what?
- The most "ut. " - Rosey, I said he was the "utmost. "
I like Rosey's way better.
When are you gonna fall in love, Rosey?
Never. I like the way I am now.
In love, everything's always up or down.
- What does that mean? - I mean like this:
This is Miss Judy in love.
Now, Miss Judy when she's out of love.
- She's got you pegged, princess. - I never sound like that.
I bet you could if you tried reaI hard.
All right, Mac, my boy.
This is the big day for both of us.
Big day.
And, Mac, it's up to you to show the tenants how efficient we are.
- You got it? - Got it.
Let's see.
I better get on the hall floors first. They need polishing bad.
Polish bad.
No, no, no, Mac. Polish them good.
It oughtn't to take you more than 20 minutes.
Twenty minutes.
Now, remember:
Open the doors first.
Open first.
- All finished with the halls, Mac? - Polished good.
Timed out at 22 minutes.
- Now the sky lawn needs mowing. - Sky lawn.
Open door.
Attaboy, Mac. Hey, now you're catching on.
Oh, well. Hinges are cheaper than doors anyway.
Mow the lawn. Mow the lawn.
Wash the windows. Wash the windows.
Wash the windows.
Dust the chute.
Chute's all dusted out?
Now, next on the list is...
Oh, yeah. The Jetson vacuum cleaner needs adjusting.
Bring it down here, will you, Mac?
Down here.
Open door.
Oh, well. Nobody's perfect.
My goodness. You must be Henry's new assistant.
My goodness. Yes, ma'am.
- Where vacuum cleaner? - It's right in there.
Rosey will show you where it is.
Where vacuum cleaner?
I am Rosey.
Rosey.
Open door.
Rosey.
Forgot the cleaner?
Well, never mind. Never mind, Mac.
Just run up to 10-A and install this dishwasher unit.
And take this sprinkler controI to 10-D.
It's for their living room garden.
Now remember, Mac, 10-A, dishwasher, 10-D, sprinkler.
Ten-A, 10-D.
Say, you feeling all right, son?
FeeI all right.
FeeI great.
I better put him on a thinner oiI. He might be getting too much octane.
That ain't good, you know.
Henry here.
Yes, Mrs. Lightyear.
I'll be right there.
I ask for a sprinkler system for my flowers and what do I get?
- A dishwasher attachment. - You got to admit one thing, ma'am.
You got the cleanest flowers in town.
I ask for a dishwasher attachment and I get a sprinkler system. Turn it off!
I can't. I can't get close enough untiI it runs out of dishes.
Oh, the poor darling's tired. And it's so stuffy in here.
I'll turn on the air conditioner.
Hey, what's going on? Since when do we take showers in the living room?
Since that animated junk pile took over Henry's job.
He came up here to fix the plumbing.
Doggone it, Mac!
I had such high hopes for you, boy...
...and, gosh darn it...
...you just can't go around messing up the tenants' apartments.
Now, what the heck's come over you?
Now, any more mistakes, Mac, and, well...
...I'm just gonna have to...
Well, never mind, but...
Yes, Mrs. Jetson.
Oh, yes, Mrs. Jetson.
No, Mrs. Jetson. I'll take care of it, Mrs. Jetson.
That does it, Mac. I warned you.
It's too late for apologies now, Mac.
Why, half the building is mad at me. What made you do it?
Attaboy, Mac.
Not anymore. No, sir.
You and me have come to a parting of the ways.
So long, Mac. I got to deactivate you.
So long.
Doggone it. I was getting reaI used to him too.
I thought we made a good team. Oh, well.
Worst thing is, I gotta go back to work.
All fixed now, Mrs. Jetson.
- It shouldn't give you no more trouble. - It better not.
And Henry, from now on I want you, not that helper, when something needs fixing.
There's no need to worry. Mac won't fouI things up no more.
I deactivated him. Oh, good afternoon, Rosey.
Mr. Henry, what is "deactivated"?
Well, that means I turned him off.
Mac? Turned off?
Hi, Janey. You still knitting that same sweater?
- You think Judy'II like it? - In her present mood? She'II love it.
- You ever see anyone happier? - No, Judy's fine.
- But it's Rosey I'm worried about. - Rosey? Why?
- Well, she hasn't been herself lately. - No? Well, who's she been?
I'll show you, George. I'll have Rosey bring in the coffee.
Now, do you see what I mean about Rosey?
- Never mind her, look at me! - There's something wrong.
You bet there is. Look at my suit.
George, I'm going to take Rosey to a robotologist.
It's time for her 1500-hour check anyway.
- Good afternoon. Mrs. Jetson? - Yes.
Welcome to robot clinic. The robotologist will see you in a moment.
Thank you. Oh, my goodness.
- What's wrong with you? - Need rewiring.
Nothing serious.
Well, thank goodness.
And what's wrong with yours?
Oh, nothing. Just in for his 1000-hour lube and a body tightening.
Doctor will see you now, Mrs. Jetson. Go right in.
- What is it, doctor? - Mechanically, she's as sound as a bell.
- Hear that? - But doctor, something's wrong with Rosey.
I'm prescribing a little reactor fluid.
I tightened a couple of loose connections.
That and the prescription should do the trick.
Right, Rosey?
- Oh, she sounds sad. - Sad? A robot?
Oh, no. The factories don't install emotion tapes.
- Oh, but... But... But... - She'll be fine. Pay on your way out.
Well, perhaps that visit to the doctor did help Rosey.
Rosey, watch what you're doing.
I don't care what that robotologist said. You're sick.
Hey, Rosey. Bring my slippers, please.
AttagirI.
What's Jane worried about? Rosey's okay. It's me.
- I have to learn to walk on my hands. - She's simply impossible, George.
- We must do something. - Well, look how happy Judy is...
...with her big romance. Let's get Rosey a boyfriend.
Oh, George, be serious.
Then trade her in on a new modeI.
Oh, but she's just like one of the family.
Oh, dear.
Hey, Henry, my scooter isn't working too well.
Could you fix...?
Hey! Gee, you're sure big close up.
I bet you're lonesome down here all by yourself.
Heck, Henry didn't have to shut you off.
You were doing reaI good.
Gosh, I wish... Hey, why not?
I'll just turn you on and then turn you off when I leave.
There you are, Mac, old boy. You feeI better?
Hey, that's what Rosey says.
At least, what she used to say.
Rosey!
- You kind of like her or something? - Like.
Rosey.
Hey, are you and her...? I mean... I mean...
Gosh! Hey! Hey, hey, maybe that's why...
Hey, stay right there, Mac.
Rosey.
But Elroy, Rosey and Mac are robots.
Well, gosh, Mom. Robots can like other robots, can't they?
I don't know.
You have to admit it's awfully sweet, Mother.
Imagine, they saw each other only once. It's romantic.
Oh, it's silly.
Maybe so, but what have you got to lose?
Yeah. I don't wanna trade old Rosey in. Let's try, Mom.
Rosey!
The visaphone is tuned in to Henry's workshop, Mom.
And there's Mac.
Mac!
Rosey!
- There, you see? - My goodness, Elroy. You're a darling.
Thanks, Mom. Only, don't tell Henry it was me who turned Mac on.
- Evening, Rosey. - Evening, Mr. J.
Well, my drink in my hand and my slippers on my feet...
...you're jetting on all 12 again, aren't you?
- Yes, sir. - How did you do it, Janey?
Easy. Rosey talks to Mac on the visaphone for five minutes every morning...
...and it keeps her happy the whole day.
- Oh, but I'm worried, George. - About what?
- It's Judy. - She broke up with her boyfriend...
- ... and she's in a bad mood. - No. She's as happy as a moonbeam.
- And that's bad? - It's unnaturaI.
It's like waiting for the other space boot to drop, you know.
Hi, Mother. Hi, Dad.
How come you're so chipper? You still haven't had a fight?
Of course not. See you later.
- Say hello to Booster. - Who?
- Booster, your big romance. - Oh, Daddy, how out of space can you get?
Booster was three boys ago. I'm in love with Nicky Nebula.
Like Rosey says, he's the most "ut. "
Well, George, things are back to normaI again.
What's normaI about having a different boyfriend every week?
You never acted that way after you met me.
- That's different, dear. - Yeah? Why?
Because I had the sense to know you were the most "ut. "
And you know something?
- What? - You still are.
Help! Help!
Jane, stop this crazy thing!
Jane!
Help! Jane!