Kids! Tell your father it's time for work.
And hurry, we don't want him to be late.
Come on.
Peg.
I can't go to work, I've got the chickenpox.
It hurts!
Al, it's just iodine.
Now, you tried that trick on our wedding day.
You think if you really had the chickenpox...
...we'd let you in the house?
Now, go to work.
Kids, encourage your father.
We love you.
Have a good day, Dad.
Good.
Now, here's the lunch and the garbage.
Gee, Peg, I can't believe you actually made my lunch.
Well, I just took the garbage and separated it into two bags.
Give them shoe hell, Harry.
I'm going.
Going to work. I'm gonna miss you, honey.
Holy moly! Yikes and gadzooks!
Peg. Peg, it's gone.
Somebody stole my car.
Don't be ridiculous, Al.
Who would steal the Dodge?
That would be like someone stealing my engagement ring.
Or one of Kelly's ideas.
Or Bud.
- Flip a burger. - Flood a bed.
I can't believe it.
I lost my Dodge. It's really, really gone.
And it figures. Three weeks to the day I wash the damn thing, it gets stolen.
- Somebody call the police. - What for?
The call costs more than the car.
And it costs more than the condom...
...I should've used the night you were conceived.
Yes, 911. Yes, this is an emergency.
Put me on hold.
Yes, yes, yes, officer. Yes, I'm still here.
Yes, I'll wait.
Yes, I'm still here. Yes, I want some of your best men on this job.
The crime? Someone stole my 1974 Dodge.
Hello? Hello?
Bribe-taking, doughnut-sucking, trigger-happy...
Hello, officer?
Yes, officer. Yes, I'd like to report a kidnapping.
How tall? Oh, about...
...4 feet tall, 5 feet wide...
...smoke belching out the rear, weighs about two tons.
No, it's not Oprah.
No, it's not Delta Burke. Who would call to complain if she was missing?
No. It's my Dodge.
Hello?
Run six red lights, they're all over you. Where are they when you need them?
You know, Dad, this reminds me of the old saying:
I was sad when I had no Dodge, until I saw the man who had one.
How did you grow up heartless in this house?
I'm gonna miss the old Dodge.
I grew up in it. I went to school in it.
I feel like I was born in it.
Well, you certainly were conceived in it.
I remember when you used to lock me in it...
...because you couldn't find a babysitter.
Yeah, but, you know, pumpkin...
...we always left the window open just a little crack for you, didn't we?
Just like we did with Buck.
Al, you remember the time we tried to outrun the cops in the Dodge?
Yeah.
But he eventually caught us, though. He was pretty fast for a guy on foot.
Oh, but it's not just the car, it's the precious items that it held.
My 8-track tape player.
The last great American sound system.
That 8-track is to today's stereos what a girlfriend is to a wife.
An earlier, better version.
Hey, look what we found in the garbage.
Milly Bell, my 8-track!
We also found your "Born To Be Wild" tape...
...Meet The Four Seasons...
...Meet The Supremes...
...and The Four Seasons Meet The Supremes.
Well, now we know that this thief is not only stupid...
...but has no taste in music.
Wait a second. Wait a second.
I wonder where Michael Bolton was this morning.
If they don't arrest him for his singing, they won't arrest him for this.
So someone stole your Dodge, eh, Al?
Well, it's your own fault.
You should know better than to leave it parked out front on garbage day.
Hey, I bet somebody took it to start a new limousine service.
You know, for those people who can't quite afford the luxury of Greyhound.
Or to use as a pace car for the Garbage Man 500.
You know, Marcie, how can you be so unfeeling?
Didn't you ever get up...
...and suddenly realize that something very, very important was gone?
Sure you do. You must every morning when you open up your pajama top.
Or your pajama bottoms.
Yeah, right.
Peg, set her straight.
So there.
Now, I'm gonna have to notify the insurance company.
They're not gonna be too happy...
...because this baby's gonna be hard to replace.
Fifty dollars?
For a Dodge?
That car was a classic. Why, everything in there was original:
The seats, the engine, the oil.
And what about my mental suffering, huh? How much is that worth?
Oh, you say that's the major part of the $50.
All right, let me think about it. I'll get back to you.
Fifty dollars. You can't replace a car for $50.
The worst part is just five more payments...
...and the damn thing was mine!
Hey, hey look, Daddy.
We could get a Mercedes for just 50 K's.
You don't even need money.
I have some spare K's from those letters from school...
...saying that Kelly is an idiot.
Well, who's the idiot now, huh?
Peg.
That's great news, honey.
Why don't you run up and get those K's?
You betcha.
Bud, you can help too. You can get one out of the paper...
...because there's always one in there about President Clinton and their cat.
And the current controversy over campaign contributions.
Wow, that's a veritable cornucopia of K's.
Look, Al. Al, you're not gonna settle for 50 bucks, are you?
They pay you for what's in the car as well.
Now, what did you have in the trunk?
I had parts of a carburetor I had left over when I took it apart.
Had a salami that I was aging.
No, Al. You tell them that you had jewelry.
Paintings. Cash.
And a salami.
Follow me, Al.
Two salamis.
I think I'm starting to get your drift.
I think I had a loaf of bread in there too.
But how am I gonna prove I had all that stuff?
Well, how can they prove you didn't?
Dad, this is kind of illegal.
Oh, gee, that's right.
Guess I should rethink the whole thing.
Little sissy.
Well, I mean, insurance companies have been ripping us off for years.
Maybe we should get our fair share, right?
I'm back in, eh, Dad?
You could really use the money, Al.
It should be your choice to walk around with green teeth and yellow underwear.
Or sometimes vice versa.
You're right!
Now, I'm gonna make a list. Peg, make a list.
How am I gonna tell this insurance guy that I forgot to say I had all that stuff?
Tell him you had a lot on your mind.
How would they know it's as empty as your trunk?
You're right. He doesn't know I'm an idiot.
What am I gonna do for a car?
Marcie...
...I saw you had a third car out front. Can I borrow it?
Well, actually, I borrowed it. I've been thinking about getting a new car.
Dealerships are so desperate, they'll let you try one out for a couple of days.
Gee, I'd like to do that...
...but I don't have the money to buy a new car. And, of course, if I lied...
...then that would be cheating.
And we couldn't do that, could we?
That was good, right, Dad?
Pardon me. Have you any Grey Poupon?
Hey, Kel, why are you watching Spanish television?
Spanish?
I just thought they were English words I didn't know.
Hey, don't sit on my K's.
I have 28 K's.
Now, I could probably get a Jeep, but I have my heart set on a Mercedes.
So, what options do you think I should get?
Maybe one of those electronic brains.
Because something in the car should have one.
- Who's Mom talking to? - Oh, the insurance company.
She's taking care of things. She was afraid Dad would go too far.
Yes, I realize it takes time to authenticate the Stradivarius.
That's why I just don't know why you don't take our word for it.
Yes, we are the same Bundys that filed a claim...
...that our mansion had been whisked away in Hurricane Andrew.
But I don't know what business that is of yours.
That was an entirely different insurance company we were trying to defraud.
Anyway, my husband has empowered me...
...to come down off our original figure of 6 million.
Yes. That's because we found the Picasso.
It turns out it wasn't in the car at all, it just fell into the hamper.
Liar?
You know, no one has ever called me that in all my 24 years.
Oh, come on.
It's not like it's your money.
Hello?
Boy, you file one multimillion-dollar claim...
...and all that "good neighbor" crap just flies out the window.
Wow, Daddy, you look good enough to bury.
Yeah, Al, you really look great.
You know, I'd marry you all over again if I didn't know it was you.
But of course I do, so I wouldn't.
Where did you get that suit?
When the guys at the store saw me pull up in my new car...
...they automatically opened a charge account for me.
I guess they didn't know I was coming in to bum a nickel for the meter.
Listen, honey, I'm having a little trouble with the insurance company.
Did you know that the French claim that the real Mona Lisa is theirs...
...just like we did?
Well, you know, it's a dark day...
...when someone will believe the French over me.
That picture of the dogs playing poker, did they say they have that one too?
Because I really did have that in my trunk.
Daddy, can we take a ride in the new Mercedes?
Well, pumpkin, I don't have the new Mercedes anymore.
See, when I took it back to ask for a free fill-up...
...they had the nerve to ask me when I was gonna buy the damn thing.
Like I'd buy a foreign car.
I'm an American.
And if I'm gonna cheat somebody, it'll be an American company.
Now, who wants to go for a ride with me in my new loaner?
A Lincoln Town Car.
- I do. I do. - I do. I do.
Then let's rock 'n' roll.
Gee, that was a great ride, eh, guys?
And it proves one thing for sure:
Old people can really jump out of the way when there's 4000 pounds...
...of American engineering barreling right at them.
Hey, everybody, our food's still hot...
...and so is that guy at the Burger Boy drive-up window.
The fool actually handed me the bag while I still had the $5...
...dangling in front of the window.
Oh, look, Bud, it looks like your bed.
Look, Kel.
This will fit your finger when you're 30.
Now, Bud, I have told you a thousand times...
...don't play with your food or I'm gonna give it to the dog.
And if the dog plays with it, I'm gonna give it to your father.
Hello, ma'am.
Joe Orton from Uninsurable "We'll Insure Anybody" Insurance Company.
I've come to settle your claim.
- It's our 5 million dollars. - Yeah.
Well, I see why you kept the Mona Lisa in the trunk.
And my salami.
Oh, I mean, my two salamis. How much money you gonna give me?
We'll give you $25,000.
Just wait one second, please.
Family meeting.
What are we meeting for? Let's take the 25,000.
Wait a minute, Al. That's not how it's done.
This is just their starting offer. Go bargain with him.
No. We don't want Dad to negotiate. He's a moron.
I am. I am.
I am a moron. Damn, what should I do?
Just remember the old saying:
A bird in the hand is worth a foot in the tush.
What are you saying?
I don't know.
- What should I do? - Negotiate.
- Take the money. - Buy a vowel.
Look, Al, whatever your instincts are, just do the opposite.
Can I buy a vowel? No, I mean... I'll take the money.
Good news, Mr. Bundy.
They're making edible nightsticks now?
I wish.
No. I meant good news for you. We found your Dodge.
It was parked around the corner where the engine fell out.
We might have found it earlier...
...but we barely care when there's a major crime.
Did they jimmy open the trunk, officer?
- Nope. - What a relief.
The Mona Lisa is safe.
Well, I gotta be going too. There's an armed robbery in progress...
...and I'm gonna go park under the freeway and take a nap.
Wait, Daddy, there might be some K's in there.
Pumpkin, there are no K's in "broke."
But you know what?
I'll tell you something. I'm glad they found my Dodge...
...because that's my car, and I hate change.
Well, you know, it would be like losing one of you guys.
Or, Peg, it'd be like trading you in on a brand-new blond...
...with shiny, new, smooth, factory-warranted hooters, you know.
Sure, the first few rides would be nice and everything, but, you know...
...in the long run... And this, Peg, is what depresses me every day.
- I realize...
...that you're the one I want.
- Oh, Al. - I wish you wouldn't touch me that way.
Kids, let's say we jump in the old Dodge and go for a spin.
- Okay. - Let's go.
Hello? Yes, I saw your ad in the paper...
...and I'd like to buy a Mercedes and I just wanna verify the price.
How much for the new model with everything?
Fifty G's?
Well, I don't have that kind of letter.
Or 50 big ones.
How big do they have to be?