Futurama
Season 3

That's Lobstertainment!

  • Season 3, Ep 8
  • 02/25/2001

Dr. Zoidberg heads to Hollywood to help his washed-up uncle revive his film career.

That's where I'mmeeting Uncle Zoid

for lunch to discussmy Hollywood dreams.

Next time you see me, don't besurprised if I've eaten.

( bleating )

Uncle Zoid, you're looking youngenough to be thrown back.

Rich nephew.

Come over here and giveyour uncle a nice big meal.

( grunts )

So, here we are,a still-famous film comedian...

...and a rich, respected doctorwith many surviving patients.

Eating real foodin a restaurant

as we both often do.

So, you want to bea comedian, is it?

It's my lifelong dream.

Well, that dream dies now!

You're unfunnyand untalented.

That's why you'reperfect for drama.

Hmm... serious drama.

Perhaps it is timeto give up comedy.

( all laughing )

I'm putting togethera big drama picture

right now, as we speak.

The script is dynamite!

I know, becauseI wrote it myself.

And with me directingand starring

I'll be back on topafter 50 miserable years...

...of fame.

Ah, fame.Where do I come in?

This fame film hasa juicy part for you

if you completely finance itwith your doctor money.

So, are you in?

Uh, okay.How much do I have to invest?

Oh, not much, not much.

A million dollars.

Then it's settled.

Another blockbusterHollywood deal.

What can I getyou gentlemen?

Is bread free?

Yeah.

We'll split an order.

BENDER:Nice turnout, Calculon.

That Oscar'spractically on your mantel.

I just pray theylike me half asmuch as I do.

( dramatic music plays )

( typewriter clicking )

I agreed to beyour vice president,

but I never agreedto be your son.

Thank you,Lieutenant Smith.

Good morning,Mr. Vice President.

FRY: Leela, we're missing

the premiere.

My only goal in life

is to attenda Hollywood shindig.

Just pay the valetthe two bucks.

No. It's the principleof the thing.

Besides, I think I seea parking lot up ahead.

( screaming )

Father, I have asked you

to join me on theWhite House roof

so we could have aheart-to-heart talk.

I will never followin your footsteps.

Here is my resignationas vice president.

No. My son will not shame me like this.

I would sooner die,I would.

Father! The ledge!

Oy!

( crashing )

Oh...

The presidentis dead.

Congratulations,Mr. President.

No!

BENDER:Wha-hoo! Yeah!

He's a visionary!

Everyonewalked out.

They hated it.

I've seen plaguesthat had

better openingnights than this.

You said that Oscarwas practicallyon my mantel.

Now you know why I usedthe qualifier "practically".

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