Previously on Warehouse 13...
Quickly, we don't have much time.
This says that the de-bronze function was activated twice.
Who's our mystery guest?
Where were you exactly?
I was at the Warehouse.
You don't remember. You've been having lapses.
How do you know that?
The pearl of wisdom.
MacPherson must have planted it in your inner ear weeks ago.
If a person uses it properly, they can control your thoughts and movements.
Shipped in from D.C.
What about my stuff?
Sorry, slick. If you don't mind, I'm watching a movie
and I don't have the TiVo.
No way!
Does this mean I'm an agent now?
No. It means I can reach you any time of day or night.
Okay. Not as good.
These are the Regents?
Hello, Irene. Mr. Valda, nice to see you again.
If MacPherson is out there...
He's out there, and he's planning something far worse
than any of you can imagine.
I know what the plan is.
I'll tell you everything.
James? James!
I'm sorry, Arthur.
Mrs. Frederic,
you told me to let you know if I experienced anything strange.
Secret Service. Find General Williams.
Tell him Buck Mendell from Warehouse 13 is here.
I have full authority to shut down the Farnsworth demonstration now.
Thank you for coming.
Why are these out?
Claudia pulled them to learn more about her new toy.
She just wanted to spruce up her Farn...
Right.
Um, I'll lock them back up as soon as you leave.
You were vague on the phone.
Tell me what you're feeling.
Edgy.
Unfocused.
And the headaches.
It's all right.
Mr. Valda knows you've been through an ordeal.
Why am I having these headaches?
When MacPherson was part of your consciousness,
he may have left something behind.
An echo.
This is Taka.
She's here to help us find out.
I mean, I have, like, over 5,000 CDs.
You don't have 5,000 CDs.
I do.
Good morning. Here. Oh, I'm sorry.
Can I help you there? There you go.
No, no, no, you're welcome. That's... Have a nice day.
Yep. They still hate us. Why?
Maybe it's your cologne.
I'm not wearing any.
Oh, that's so funny. You're hilarious.
Look, making connections with strangers is never easy.
If you just relax, it'll happen.
Hit the brakes, slick. Post office is closed.
Closed? It's 10:00 in the morning.
Government cutbacks. Everything was sold off or shipped out.
Wait, wait, wait, what about my stuff?
I was supposed to come pick up my stuff...
Try the branch in Featherhead.
Well, Featherhead is 90 miles away.
Take a bus, read a book.
Wait, wait, wait a minute, lady.
Look, I'm in forced retirement.
Going to make popcorn and watch movies on cable
because that's all I can afford to do on my government pension.
What's left of it anyways. Thanks.
What? Thanks? Thanks for what?
Why do you people all hate us?
Hey, relax, okay? Just call the branch in Featherhead.
Okay, Farnsworth, let's pimp you out.
Claudia, where are the schematics for the Bronze Section?
Got Farnsworth gak?
What the hell are you doing?
You gave it to me. You're tampering with perfection!
Those are Warehouse issued.
These things need color, and GPS, texting and email is what they need.
Need? They don't need. They have their own secure frequency spectrum.
They can't be cracked, hacked, tapped or jailbroken.
Can I at least give it a better ring tone?
Oh, just give it a better ring tone?
No! You know what you can give it?
You can give it back! No, no, no, no, no.
Well, then button it up and learn to live with it.
Fine. I'm living with it.
Do you see what happens?
Yeah, so if you could call me back, I would appreciate it.
Thank you.
Featherhead voicemail?
One for post office, two for hunting licenses, three for county maintenance.
So I guess they'll either find my stuff
or pump my septic tank.
Oh, great. Now this thing's on the fritz.
Okay, let's go for a drive, shall we?
Yeah. I hear the middle of nowhere is beautiful this time of year.
Ow!
Come on, men. Let's kill what needs killing and go home.
Hang on. We're not going to die today. Do you understand me?
Other guys are going to die.
A lot of them Tojo's boys. But not us.
Not if I can help it.
Follow me, boys.
It wasn't me. It wasn't me. It wasn't me.
There's something wrong in town.
Why does Artie want us to meet him here?
I don't know. You know, it was a terrible connection,
and all I heard was barber shop and emergency.
Maybe his eyebrows are finally eating his face.
Oh! How on Earth did you get a driver's license?
Do you drive a stick shift? No.
Then take a lesson. Oh, you're a menace.
Well, in a good way.
Artie, my Farnsworth is making weird noises.
You see what you did?
What? You busted my Farnsworth?
No!
Now, who is a menace?
I only messed with mine.
Well, that's the bad news.
What? What was that?
That was an alarm system. If there's an artifact in town
then that would turn purple and it turned purple.
This town has artifacts?
Not normally, no.
But over the centuries, towns that host Warehouses
have been given, well, certain kinds of protection.
Just in case.
And given recent events,
an artifact may have been placed here to distract us from more,
well, pressing pursuits.
MacPherson.
H.G. Wells. Part of the plan?
Maybe. We'll see. First of all, let's get the artifact.
I want you to question the townies,
find out if anything particularly unusual has happened.
Then snag, bag and tag.
So you want us to go door to door?
We have a standard cover in Univille.
They think we're IRS agents?
And they think the Warehouse is an IRS storage facility
that contains every US tax return ever filed.
No wonder they hate us.
We're tax collectors.
I hate us.
Oh, you even have their tax returns.
Sure. Like that's a big stretch.
Okay, so while we're dodging tomatoes, what are you going to do?
SIS. Salinger Inventory Scan.
If an artifact is AWOL, the SIS will ID it.
Salinger, like the author?
RTFM, dude.
RTFM?
Oh, read the manual.
I like that.
Mr. Valda, I don't think employing the pearl of wisdom is our wisest move.
You know better than I the consequences that can come from using artifacts.
Speed is of the essence.
You're looking for trouble.
I'm looking for clarity.
Irene, if something is buried deep inside Leena's subconscious,
if MacPherson has left a residue
that can help us understand what we're facing,
then we must dig it out.
And we risk a woman's life.
To save many.
Mrs. Frederic, it's all right.
After all that's happened, I want to do this.
Leena. Thank you.
And if something should go wrong?
Taka will make it right.
Marines? You saw Marines?
Yes. But, like, from World War II.
Probably some guys playing dress up,
like Civil War nuts.
Mmm-hmm. Were they locals?
Never seen them before.
Did you catch any of their names?
Was there anything distinctive on their uniforms?
No. Yes.
A patch.
A wolf's head.
Uh, how do you know they were Marines?
My grandfather was a Marine.
Oh, 'cause so was I.
Really? Yes.
My grandfather, he was an evil bastard who emotionally tortured his children.
Okay.
Look, what does this have to do with my taxes?
Well, if they were a profit based...
If there was any kind of profiting...
Based group of war re-enactors...
If they're acting about war.
Then we would have to bring in some...
You mentioned seeing a flash of light.
This town has power problems.
Transformers blow all the time.
Sparks and brown outs. Nothing ever gets fixed.
We lost our post office.
I mean, how do you guys justify
warehousing old tax returns when we're losing essential government services?
I mean, you guys are useless.
Wait a minute, lady.
Now, you may not know this but we're out there every day
trying to save your butt.
Maybe today even.
Saving my butt? Yeah, that's right.
I'm still waiting for my Bush tax credit.
Who's your supervisor? I want a name!
Oh, I'm sorry. Let me spell it out for you,
U-N-C-L-E-S-A...
"Uncle Sam." He's patriotic and can spell. Isn't he cute?
Well, my apologies.
Seriously, Kelly, you have no idea.
It's Dr. Hernandez. Whatever.
Uh, thank you for your time.
Hello?
Customer.
I have a special...
Order.
I was just working on a project, needs un-working.
Can I get the name?
Claudia Donovan.
It's old copper wire. Twentieth century blend.
Two-inch flange, one traverse.
Um, and some old Mallory capacitors.
Also some half-watt 180K ohm Bradley resistors,
and you have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?
I heard "wire."
Let me check the file.
Donovan, you said?
IRS, huh?
Oh, yeah. Mmm-hmm.
I'll just have a look around.
So I just moved here.
Why on Earth would you do that?
Yeah. Kind of a long story.
That's the owner's apartment.
He doesn't like people to go up there.
He's kind of private.
Oh... Oh, that's loud.
I know. Right? Excuse me.
I can't find anything under that name, but...
Uh, is everything okay?
No! The R is for revenue.
There's no need for language like that!
Sheesh!
Strike 11!
All right, so no one else has seen anything.
Maybe there's not an artifact.
Maybe Kelly, the vet, is one kitten short of a litter.
Okay, William Siminski, lucky number 12.
Right across the street. Yeah.
You know what? Claudia broke the...
Did you see that?
See that?
And we both see that.
Afternoon, Jake.
Never thought I'd see you in my town again.
Hey, he looks familiar.
More re-enactors?
This town belongs to me.
That's where you're wrong, Jake.
Only thing belongs to you after this day
is a coffin.
Now, that's a good line.
Holy crap.
Was that for real?
It seemed like it a second ago.
Were you hit?
No.
But I think my underwear is shot.
Guys!
I think I might be on to something.
Sunspot activity
and shifts in the Earth's mag field spanning 80 years,
from the Wild West to World War II,
might have actually left trace bioelectric...
What?
At 10:30 this morning you futzed with the Farnsworths.
Also at 10:30 a town vet saw Marines,
and every event since then has started with Farnsworths squawking.
I fixed them.
They're fine.
What about MacPherson or Wells
stealing an artifact and hiding it in town?
Dude, what's up with your SIS?
We scanned three times, Claudia, nothing is missing.
Well, it's not me.
Artie, there's not enough power
between these Farnsworths to twitch a frog's leg.
Until you started mucking with intricate circuitry.
Okay. Okay. Okay.
What if it's not the Farnsworths?
Thank you.
Just if, and if it's not
then it's still possible that there's an artifact in town
that's generating some sort of power
that's causing this or it's drawing from another source.
Theoretically.
All right. Theoretically, if it's not the Farnsworths,
then we triangulate from the Marines,
from the horses, from the cowboys
and it's somewhere theoretically
in this area.
That's, like, four square blocks, Artie.
Well, four square blocks we can focus on
instead of, you know, running all around town.
Artie, can you please run another SIS scan?
I suppose.
Okay. And we will go back to Univille
and hit these four square blocks hard.
I thought it was Univille.
Univille. Unincorporated town.
Let's just get out of here before this thing escalates.
Escalates how?
Dangerously comes to mind.
The amber acts as a governor, controlling the pearl
which allows Taka to travel with it.
There will be less pain than before
but a little.
Let's get it over with.
Fascinating.
Leena.
Yes.
Let's see what's in there.
Yo, Artie call you?
Yeah, huge power drain at the hardware store.
So what's the layout?
Two story, one employee. New guy named Todd.
Owner's out of town, and when I went for the stairs, Todd warned me off.
Bet whatever's sapping power is up there.
Okay, so let's go around back.
You stay here. Keep an eye out.
Do you think these things are still under warranty?
I doubt it covers acts of Claudia.
Just watch out for another light show.
What the hell?
Holy mackerel.
Oh, dude. Dude!
Dude. Oh.
I'm so sorry. Mmm.
Uh, don't move.
Hey, guys!
Guys, there's something.
Okay, qu'est-que c'est?
Todd's boss is a video pirate.
Selling illegal satellite feeds to the good folks of Univille.
This is the artifact?
No. No. This is a felony.
My Farnsworth barked, something's coming.
I think it's here. Downstairs. Something spooked Todd.
Oh.
What did you do?
That thing you showed me.
You know the arm thing, maybe the leg thing.
I don't know. It just happened.
Whoa.
That's a tiger.
Forgive me, brother.
And that... That's a gladiator.
Oh, okay. Not ghost. Time travel?
Spartacus.
Here, boy.
To the gods, we are beasts that dance to their tune.
Not anymore.
I've heard this speech before.
'Tis better to die a man fighting for your freedom
than to die as a slave fighting for their pleasure.
Hey,
weren't you just a cowboy?
Pete, be careful. Pete!
Okay, I think it's real now.
Pete, get out of the way.
Get out of here, guys, now!
Pete, no!
Pete!
Pete, no!
What happened?
A gladiator just kicked your ass.
Oh, good. For a second there I thought a gladiator just kicked my ass.
Enough, Mr. Valda, you're chasing shadows.
Something is throwing those shadows.
Can you go deeper?
There's some risk.
Then go carefully.
Wait.
Irene.
I must be certain she survives.
Taka is...
Taka is out of her depth. I am not.
Lattimer and Bering, right?
But they're so raw,
so untrained,
so corruptible.
James. Are you there?
Why is H.G. Wells here? What does she want?
Mrs. Frederic,
you must tell me your secret.
I can't remember anything.
Not much to remember.
Fell off the ladder, banged your head, dropped your glasses.
Do you really work for the IRS?
Actually I work for a top secret organization
that tracks down mysterious and powerful artifacts.
You're going to audit me, aren't you?
Maybe.
Ow.
Baby.
Sadist.
Hey, maybe you can give him something for, you know, the pain?
Aspirin. I think I saw some rolling around in my glove compartment.
Oh, well maybe if I was a dog you'd be nice to me.
What is with you two?
Man hater.
Right.
Okay, okay, so...
The gladiator is the cowboy is the Marine,
Yeah. According to the description given by Dr. Bow Wow.
So, maybe we're looking for the medallion of the Village People.
I don't know.
Hey.
You took the transmitter course at Raleigh.
Sure. Okay.
Do you remember the section on identifying aggressive frequencies?
Ah. Here's a surprise, I don't.
Okay, we know that these things go off
before something happens, right?
So, what, we think they're causing it now?
No. I don't think they're transmitting anything, but...
But maybe they're reacting to the signal,
picking it up before it becomes a gladiator or whatever.
And maybe Claudia can turn them from reacting devices
into locating devices.
Oh, God. What did I do now?
I knew we had a Farnsworth aisle.
Yes, which is off limits to you.
So, don't... Off, off limits, which means do not touch a thing!
You just tell me what you need to rig these two
into signal locators, and I will get it, I. Okay?
Got it. Okay, I need that.
Oh, okay. And that.
This?
And those. That's awfully vague, Claudia.
Those two right there.
I have it now. Oh, and let me get...
No, no, no, no. Claudia, no.
See, Farnsworth dabbled in nuclear fusion,
and some of the things on this side of the aisle...
They're still kicking.
Still kicking? Mmm-hmm.
See what you find out when you include the old guy, huh?
What, are you having a stroke?
You know what? Touch it. Go ahead. Touch it all!
Okay!
MacPherson could have buried an artifact and repaved the road.
Well, maybe Claudia's tweaked Farnsworths will help.
I hate maps.
I thought men loved maps,
you know, so they don't have to ask for directions when they get lost.
Well, you don't get to ask directions in basic training.
How long were you a Marine?
You're always a Marine.
But I never wore a patch.
Kelly said they wore a wolf patch, right?
Yeah.
The Marines don't wear patches.
Oh, man, come on. Come on!
What?
Wait!
All right.
Good to go.
Huh? Good to go where?
Oh, right. Want me to drive you?
God, no. Give me the keys.
Oh, by the way, there's weirdness
with item 186 in the Farnsworth aisle.
Weirdness? What weirdness?
Well, original manifest lists two parts to item 186, snagged in 1944.
But there's only one part on the shelf,
186B.
Just... Just where's 186A?
I mean, if it was missing then SIS would have pinged,
and what does that half of the artifact do?
Manifest doesn't say.
But inventory records show 186A was never shelved.
Never?
So it was never here.
Must have been down on the loading dock for 70 years.
Do we have a loading dock?
Fire. The wolf was spitting fire.
Yeah, you better stay inside for a while just to be safe.
Safe? What's going on?
Look, Kelly...
Dr. Hernandez.
Dr. Hernandez, please stay inside, lock your door.
Fire-spitting wolf patch? I mean, explain.
Operation Dragon Wolf.
It played in heavy rotation on the 3:30 movie back in Ohio.
I must have watched it, like, 100 times.
The lead Marine was played by an actor named Raymond Saint James.
These are movies.
Well, they're Raymond Saint James movies.
He also played a few cowboys and a gladiator, too.
1944.
All right, so 1944,
you're here somewhere.
Project Gemini.
Philo, you broadcasting madman.
Buck Mendell?
Buck Mendell.
Transmutational delivery device.
Project Gemini, Army Field Test Prototypes.
Philo.
Transmutational camera
to a receiving projector.
Philo, what happened?
It wasn't and then it was.
Was what?
Real.
Projector camera.
186A,
186B.
186A never made it here. It didn't even get here.
Well, I wonder if the shipping label tore off.
186B.
186.
186B.
Three-dimensional camera,
check.
3D projector.
Lost in the mail.
Not promising anything.
Okay, so what do we hope happens?
Well, the screen should display a tapering arrow, okay?
The narrow end should point to the signal's origin.
That's the source of the transmissions.
What about the other end?
That's where trouble's likely to show up.
Since the movies are getting more violent and more real,
we'll want to avoid that.
Ooh, hot damn.
All right, well, I guess the source is this way and the problem's that way.
More violent. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
If the problem's that way, Kelly's is that way.
Well...
Kelly! I need you to open the door.
You told me to keep it locked.
I know, but I need you to open it now.
Will you make up your mind?
Would you please just open the damn door?
God, what is with this chick?
Look, I need you to get out of here.
It's dangerous.
It's back this way.
I don't see anything.
What kind of IRS agents are you?
Rocky, scram, they're onto us!
Claudia, get her out of here.
Pete, we should go, too. There's too many of them.
No, no, we're okay. I know this movie.
Dark Memento. After they shoot him,
the bad guys take off.
Rocky, listen, no one's going to know what happened here tonight.
You got to be my mouthpiece, see?
Oh, he's about to die. This is a great scene.
Well, can't we change it?
I know. You don't do it for them.
No. It's no good. This thing's on rails.
Just stay out of the way and we won't get hurt.
You do it 'cause it's the right thing.
It's why we got into this lousy racket.
This... This... This film festival's chronological.
Operation Dragon Wolf, Showdown at Laramie, Sword of the Gladiator,
Not his best work.
The next one is Dr. Doomsday.
Now, get out there.
Save the girl.
Save the girl, yeah.
Okay, okay, so what happens in Dr. Doomsday?
Oh, really fun movie. He plays a mad scientist, blows up an entire town.
Probably less fun if we all, you know, die.
So item 186 went dead letter?
What exactly is item 186?
Well, 186B is a camera in the Warehouse.
186A is a transmutational delivery device.
It's supposed to transmit 3D holographic images to the enemy,
convince them that you're a lot closer
and better equipped than they thought.
It worked, but too well.
It blew up in something called Project Gemini in 1944.
Somehow light and matter coalesced
and a 3D-projected Sherman tank
became solid enough to shell the crowd.
How is that even possible?
You're still asking that question?
I'm still hoping for an answer.
Oh, dude, you're picking the lock. Can I do it?
No.
But it's been so long. Not long enough.
Come on.
Anyway, all I know
is that the projector never got to the Warehouse.
I think that we can assume
that it made it this far.
And somehow it's broadcasting the Raymond Saint James festival,
playing on Movie Classics Unlimited.
Oh, I love that channel.
I know. Right?
Okay, since "how" isn't on the menu, do we have any idea why?
I don't know. Signal flux, sunspots...
Intruding...
Wave diffraction on the signal?
Yeah, maybe. All I know is there's a pattern to the randomness.
I just don't know what it is yet.
Hey, guys, since we're here, can you keep an eye out for my stuff?
Oh, would you give that a rest, dude?
Not now.
Hey, guys, over here.
186A.
Label's torn.
Yeah. Stokes County, South Dakota.
Enough to get it to the post office, but no further.
Do you remember what she said?
Yeah. "Going to eat some popcorn, watch some movies."
And who is she?
Soon they'll know my power.
We'll return to the Raymond Saint James marathon in just a moment.
Don't go away.
Dr. Doomsday is about to rock your world.
Better than a flat screen.
Hit the brakes, slick.
The darkness,
the emptiness,
it's all for nothing.
MacPherson is still there.
No. It's him but not him.
Deep in her subconscious.
Like grooves cut in vinyl.
You are the most unpredictable woman.
You must eradicate them.
Smooth them over,
or she can go mad.
I'd seen the truth.
I'm sorry, Arthur.
Mrs. Frederic,
am I all right?
Yes.
I believe you are now.
I didn't do anything wrong.
Wait until you get your government pension check,
you'll take stuff home too.
Oh, yeah? Well, you stole the wrong package, lady.
Okay, if the projector isn't plugged into the wall then how is it being powered?
Internal, regenerative power source. Same as the Farnsworths.
Broadcasting on the same spectrum?
Mmm. More than likely.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, movie's back on.
Rest easy, my metal friend.
Your labors are at an end.
Doomsday's going to kill a robot.
I went as that robot for Halloween.
Really? Was it recently?
Best candy haul ever.
The universe wants to be set free.
And he's got the bomb.
Why don't we just cut the connection from the projector to the television?
Does anyone have any better ideas?
Solid core activator.
Microwave.
Intruding wave diffraction on the signal.
Wait. Is that what's kicking Raymond Saint James out into the street?
Make a lot of popcorn, do you?
How else do you watch a movie?
Turn it back on. I want to see how it ends.
Yeah, well, you may have to live it
because we can't shut down every microwave and satellite dish in the state.
Doomsday is here.
So he's up here, right?
Yeah, it's... That's what it says.
Where?
I don't know. Maybe it's just a false alarm.
They thought I was mad.
Mad! Now they shall all know my true genius.
It's not about cocktail parties and politics.
It's not about...
This... This thing is somehow buffering the input
and I think it's just going to play the movie out.
And then when Dr. Doomsday hits that button...
Boom?
Kaboom.
186B. We've got a camera, why don't we just...
Interrupt this regularly scheduled broadcast.
By filming something benign.
And projecting our own drive-in movie.
It's in my car.
We can set it up in my Camino! In whose Camino?
How long do we have?
He's got about a three-minute monologue coming up and then...
There is going to be an awful loss of life.
Looks like things are about to reach an explosive end
after these words from the folks that pay the bills.
Stay tuned.
Well, we got an extra three minutes.
Unless someone fast forwards through the commercials.
Don't even joke about that.
Claudia? Claudia, wait!
I got the parts you ordered!
It's not a question of madness.
Okay, considering that the town's about to blow up,
we should probably use our guns.
Just saying.
Good point. Stay clear of the robot, he kills by crushing.
Got it. Okay.
Seriously?
Right. I forgot about the magnets.
How does this thing work?
Well, just find something that looks like an on button.
Let's hope the projector accepts the transmission.
Now, focus on something benign.
Not me! I haven't been benign since 1956.
Okay. Wait, why... Why... Why does a robot have your guns?
Well, he kind of just reached out!
I'd seen the movie before and I didn't realize...
All right, all right, all right!
Just, you can sit this one out.
Artie? What?
It's fried.
Oh, no, the misfire in 1944 must have...
Can you... Quick, give me your Farnsworth.
Your Farnsworth right now!
I can cannibalize these for parts.
No. We're going to need five Farnsworths to fix this damage.
We're totally screwed.
I am going to prove that theory.
Here comes his big speech.
Do you guys really work for the IRS?
What is that?
Parts you ordered. I found them.
You're a Wonder Twin.
Here.
Hey, hey, hey, you guys, hurry up!
There's only 15 more lines before ka-blooey.
Resistor. Now would be nice.
Resistor. Thank you.
My reach extends far beyond this realm.
I will destroy everyone you love.
Uh-oh.
What... What... What's the matter?
Why uh-oh?
Artie, he changed the signature.
Meaning what exactly?
It's a totally different layout. I have to reverse it
and, oh, I need the Farnsworth blueprints.
No, no, they're locked in tech.
But I was just taking a gander at them back at Leena's.
Well, I've got them.
Here. I mean I read them this morning.
Photographic memory, me too. It's not always a good thing...
Who is this guy?
Later! Farnsworth! Okay.
Imagine five of these, okay?
Staggered diagonally. This section right here inverted.
So how do I...
You put that one there and then you run...
You run this to there.
Right. Right! Because that would connect those two.
I have taken many forms. I have created a few more myself...
Uh-oh.
What's the matter? What's the uh-oh?
I need a fusible link. I don't have a fusible link!
What's a fusible? Maybe I have one.
Car battery! Camino!
...make your life better. Yours.
Up!
Hurry up, guys!
Are they to be removed, erased, eradicated? Yes.
Yes, of course.
Okay, he's almost out of dialogue.
It's the countdown!
Oh, here it is!
Come on, I need that wire!
Make the connection!
You have made me do this.
Do something!
What's happening?
We connected a blue wire.
I have become death.
Claudia, I... Good job!
Any chance that went out to the entire Raymond Saint James fan club?
I gave up Raymond Saint James for this?
So that's how the power's generated. Huh.
I bet if I spent some time with this thing
I could rig it so they don't need to recharge.
Maybe you should hold off on mentioning that to Artie.
Good thought.
So, Claudia...
That's a scary tone.
Todd's cute.
Todd who?
This is me ignoring you.
I smell popcorn.
Hey-o!
Who wants to watch I Return To Kill,
starring our new favorite actor?
You have got to be kidding me.
Yeah, I think I've seen enough of that dude's movies to last me a lifetime.
Wussies. In my room in five.
Okay? Remember I have a big flat screen.
Well. Item 186,
Farnsworth parts A and B are right back where they...
Ooh, popcorn, deal me in.
How else do you watch movies? Mmm-hmm.
You know if we want any of that popcorn...
So, about Todd.
Hey, wait up.
So, but he's really cute.
I might have to cut you... You... We've talked about it.
I think he's just, maybe... I don't know.
He may have left something behind.
An echo.