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The complete transcript for Who Wants To Be A Smart Guy

Opening SceneEdit

{The camera shows a small tower with the Union Jack flag at the top. Red is walking on a path near the base.}

RED GREEN: This is a monument to a famous battle that took place during the War of 1812, which was also the score: we got 18, they got 12. Every year, dozens of tourists come to visit this monument, and today I'm one of them. And like everybody who travels, you want to go home with a picture of yourself standing in front of the darn thing. Problem with that is, you got to stop some stranger in some place you've never been before and ask him to take your photograph. And before he can even take the picture, you got to train him how to operate a piece of equipment you barely understand yourself. {arrives at a picnic table and sits himself and his camera on it} Then you stand there like a wiener while this dude takes a picture of your feet with his thumb over the lens. {opens a folder} Well, instead, I got Bernice to take a picture of me, {pulls out a cardboard cutout from the folder} waving like a tourist, {turns the cutout around and a closeup of it is shown, revealing a photo of Red waving while holding an oar} and then I just cut the thing out. Ain't that beautiful? Now you just carry this wherever you travel and when you see something you want your picture taken in front of, like, say the Taj Mahal or Frederick's of Hollywood, you just stand yourself up in front of it. Then all you do is just frame it just right.

{From the camera's point of view, it shows Red taking a picture of the Red cutout standing on the picnic table with the tower in the background.}

IntroEdit

{Red enters the lodge, waving. The audience cheers. He holds a piece of paper in his hand.}

RED GREEN: Thank you very much. Thank you. I appreciate that. {holds up piece of paper, which has some writing on it} I got an invitation here to submit a contestant for a TV show they're shooting up in the Possum Lake area. {looks at paper} It's one of those game shows, Who Wants To Be a Smart Guy. And that's one of those trivia deals where they take something that you don't care about, and they try to attract your interest by adding cash prizes. Kinda like the way they used dowries for ugly women.

{Dalton and Mike enter the lodge. Dalton holds a piece of paper in his hand.}

DALTON HUMPHREY: Red, we gotta pick somebody to send to this TV game show thingy.

RED GREEN: Yeah, alright. {tries to think} Well, whose head has the most useless information in it?

MIKE HAMAR: Boy, that's a tossup.

DALTON HUMPHREY: Yeah, I know. {looks at his paper} That's why I made up this practice sheet. It's kind of a test test, okay? {looks at paper} How deep is the deepest part of the ocean? {looks at Mike} Mike?

MIKE HAMAR: Um, 12,000 miles.

DALTON HUMPHREY: You're high.

MIKE HAMAR: No, I'm just nervous.

DALTON HUMPHREY: Red, you wanna try another one?

RED GREEN: No, I don't wanna try another one.

DALTON HUMPHREY: Wrong answer. {looks at paper again while Red looks annoyed} What has four legs, two–

RED GREEN: {interrupting} No, no, no, no, I'm gonna ask you one: what's five foot eight and hates trivia games?

MIKE HAMAR: An idiot. {giggles}

DALTON HUMPHREY: {ecstatic} Absolutely right!

{Mike laughs while Red waves dismissively and heads for the door.}

The Possum Lodge Word GameEdit

ED FRID: It's time to play the Possum Lodge Word Game!

{The camera pulls back to reveal Ed standing behind the card table where Red and Brian Jacobs are seated. Ed takes out a pocket watch from under the table.}

ED FRID: Today's prize is a pocket watch, for people who find that wearing a watch on your wrist is just too darn convenient. {picks up word sign} Red, you've got thirty seconds to get local funeral director Brian Jacobs to say this word...

{Ed turns the word sign around. It displays on it the word "Immortal".}

ED FRID: Immortal. Immortal! {puts the word sign down} Okay, and go!

RED GREEN: Alright, Brian, you know a lot about funerals and so on. What do you call a person that never dies?

BRIAN JACOBS: Bad for business.

RED GREEN: No, no. What do Peter Pan and Dracula have in common?

BRIAN JACOBS: Well, they suck.

RED GREEN: Okay, if a guy lives forever, he would be...

BRIAN JACOBS: ...very wrinkly.

RED GREEN: {snaps fingers} Okay, okay. You know, when people get older, they start thinking about this a lot.

BRIAN JACOBS: Viagra?

ED FRID: You're almost out of time, Red.

RED GREEN: Uh, okay. Okay, Brian, what do you call someone who just keeps coming back year after year forever?

BRIAN JACOBS: Oh, uh, Alan Thicke.

RED GREEN: No, that's not what I was going with that.

BRIAN JACOBS: He's everywhere on reruns of Growing Pains. They've immortalized him on that show.

RED GREEN: There you go! {rings the bell rapidly while Ed hands the pocket watch to Brian}

Rothschild's Sewage and Septic Sucking ServicesEdit

{Winston walks along past his truck and up to a wooden shed while carrying a green book.}}

WINSTON ROTHSCHILD: You know, throughout human history, some of the world's greatest discoveries were made in the smallest room in the house. Archimedes discovered water displacement while sitting in the tub, and that's where Newton found out about gravity, and it's also where Da Vinci got the idea for the look on Mona Lisa's face. {stops next to a wooden outhouse and points at it} It all happened here, in the restroom. It's a sea of calm in a tempestuous world. That's why Rothschild's Sewage and Septic Sucking Services is pleased to announce the launch of our very own... (shows off several books on a shelf attached to the outhouse} "Bathroom Classics of Literature". Order now and you'll receive...

{As Winston says the title and author of each book he mentions, the title and author appear on the screen, with the title in yellow italic text and the author in white text.}

WINSTON ROTHSCHILD: William Somerset Maugham's The Moon and Sixpence, Margaret Mitchell's Gone With The Wind, Marcel Proust's Remembrance of Things Past.

{Yellow italic text reading "Shakespeare Collection" then appears on-screen.}

WINSTON ROTHSCHILD: Our Shakespeare Collection includes...

{The titles of William Shakespeare plays appear on-screen in yellow italic text as Winston says the name of each.}

WINSTON ROTHSCHILD: Taming of the Shrew, The Tempest and Much Ado About Nothing. It's my gift to you. I hope you enjoy.

{The scene then cuts to a black screen on which yellow messages scroll from bottom to top at a hyper-fast speed over and over again while a man reads parts of it. For the purpose of this transcript and to avoid confusion, the script is provided by way of an "Adventures" setup:}

Message on screen Announcer's voiceover
Send cheque or money order, do not send cash in the mail. Cash lost in the mail will not be refunded. Please include a stamped, self addressed envelope if you have any business related questions you would like answered. Void where prohibited, prohibited where void. Handling charges, PST, GST, state tax and shipping not included. Allow 6-8 weeks for delivery. Delivery not available in some areas. Delivery not guaranteed in most areas. Consult your physician if you currently are on any boredom medication. Bathroom Classics of Literature may cause headaches and nausea. May lead to abhorrence of reading. Please read the label for boredom medication side effects. If you still want the books, send your order to: Void where prohibited, prohibited where void. Handling charges, PST, GST, state tax and shipping not included. Allow six to eight weeks for delivery. Consult your physician if you currently are on any boredom medication. Can cause headaches and nausea. May lead to abhorrence of reading.

{Cut back to Winston, now reading the green book in front of the outhouse.}

WINSTON ROTHSCHILD: That's the "Bathroom Classics of Literature" series from Rothschild's Sewage and Septic Sucking Services. {tears half a page off} Available while supplies last.

{Winston tosses the book onto the ground while entering the outhouse holding the torn-off half-page.}

Handyman CornerEdit

{Red walks up to a plain white van parked near some trees outside the lodge. He holds a magazine in his hand.}

RED GREEN: You know, it can be really rough on a guy to be looking through a car magazine at all the fancy new sports cars and concept cars and then have to go back to his old van. {holds up index finger} But I have a solution for that. {walks up to a worktable covered in rolls of duct tape} It's all about how your vehicle looks, not how it performs. {waves dismissively} All that extra horsepower and fancy suspension of a sports car are just wasted in today's traffic principles, eh? So instead of spending money you don't have on the features you won't use, why not just repaint your van and make it look sportier? {picks up a Black Magic Marker and walks over to the van} Now, I'm not just talking about a fresh paint job. Oh no, I'm way past that. You ever seen those rooms where they paint the fake windows on the walls? It's called, uh, "trompe l'oeil" {pronounces it "tromp loyal"}. Yeah, it's French. It means "trick the eye". We're gonna do a trompe l'oeil 10W-30. {examines magazine and taps it with marker} What you wanna do is, uh, pick out a concept car out of your magazine, then you want to draw the shape of that on your van. {opens marker} I would say get something from France or Sweden or somewhere far away so they can't sue you.

{Red then uses the marker to draw a squiggly line along the side of the van. He then stops and tries to rub some of the ink off as though he had made a mistake. Wipe to a later scene. Red has now drawn the shape of a sports car on the van.}

RED GREEN: Now, it doesn't matter if you don't get both sides exactly the same on there. Nobody's gonna ever see both sides of your vehicle at the same time, unless there's been a really bad accident. Okay, now, everything inside these lines, that's your fancy new sports car. Everything outside the lines, you want that to kinda fade into the background, eh? {walks to some cans of spray paint lying on a blue oil drum} So we gotta paint that to look like trees or sky or whatever. {picks up and starts shaking one spray paint can} And we're gonna make it kinda blurry, so that it looks like we're going a hundred miles an hour!

{Red walks up to the van with the can of spray paint in his hand and starts spraying a green streak on it. He stops several times to examine, as though making sure he is doing it right. Wipe to a later scene. Red stands behind the van, which is now painted to look like a sports car driving through the countryside. The car is painted with the trees lined up beside it. The back doors of the van have been completely covered over with duct tape. The taillights have been lined with empty potato chip bags.}

RED GREEN: Okay, once I got my blurry background done, now I gotta fill in the shape of the sports car itself. And with that, you can use paint, I guess, or plaster or tar. {holds up a roll of duct tape} I decided to go with the handyman's secret weapon, duct tape. It's easy to apply and it helps hold the van together. {shows off potato chip bag lining a taillight} And if you take an old potato chip bag, eh, turn 'em inside out, {smiles} looks just like chrome and will never rust! {walks up to driver's seat door} And that's how you turn your ugly old van into a beautiful, sleek, European sports car.

{Red opens the door and gets in, closing the door as he does so. He starts up the van and slowly drives it away, looking out the window as he does. As it drives away, it shows that the back doors have paintings of a man and woman seated up front.}

Red's Sage AdviceEdit

RED GREEN: When you're married, like a lot of us are, you notice that wives make lists: grocery lists, Christmas card lists, people who owe us a party, people we owe a party to, people who will never be invited to darken our doorway again. Or as she also refers to them, your friends. But the scary list is the one she has for you. You know what I'm talking about. That list of odd jobs for you to do around the house. Now, it's called a list, but it doesn't actually exist on paper. {smiles} She's way too smart for that. She keeps that list in her head. That way, she can add to it without you noticing. And you, sir, will never be finished. You know what? That's a good thing. Speaking on behalf of all men, we're not at our best when we have nothing to do. Your wife knows that. That's why she makes this list. So let's be honest: we're better off married and busy than single and listless. Remember, I'm pulling for you. We're all in this together.

Plot Segment 2Edit

{Red stands in the lodge.}

RED GREEN: {wringing his hands together} Well, Dalton's been going all over town, trying to find somebody smart enough to represent us for that TV game show thing. So far, no luck. See, around here, none of us know anything. That's why we get along so well.

{Suddenly, the front door opens and Mike and Dalton enter, dragging a shopping cart full of books.}

MIKE HAMAR: Hey, Mr. Green! We found our contestant!

DALTON HUMPHREY: Well, y'know, actually Mike found him.

MIKE HAAMAR: It was so obvious! Who has more information than anybody else in the whole Possum Lake area?

RED GREEN: I would say the receptionist at the proctology clinic.

MIKE HAMAR: No. Dalton!

RED GREEN: {surprised} Dalton?!

DALTON HUMPHREY: {shrugs} I was shocked, Red!

RED GREEN: You should be shocked, Dalton!

MIKE HAMAR: See, Dalton knows all this information, 'cause he's been running his store all these years. {holds up index finger} Plus, he often goes to libraries and reads boring books, 'cause he wants to avoid going home.

DALTON HUMPHREY: {ecstatic} Yeah, and they're free! {laughs}

RED GREEN: You go up to the library in Port Asbestos?

DALTON HUMPHREY: No, no, there's a library here in town.

RED GREEN: There's a library here in town?

DALTON HUMPHREY: Right next to the florist shop.

RED GREEN: There's a florist shop?

MIKE HAMAR: So anyway, Dalton's gonna go on the TV show, representing our area, {raises index finger again} and if he gets a question he can't answer, he's allowed to phone a friend.

RED GREEN: This must be a friend I haven't met.

DALTON HUMPHREY: No, no, Red, that's what all these books are for. I'm going to phone the lodge, right, and you guys will all be here with every volume of the encyclopedia spread out in front of you, {excitedly} and then you just look up anything I need!

MIKE HAMAR: {also excited} We are gonna win a lot of money! {he and Dalton giggle}

RED GREEN: {somewhat not convinced} Oh, sure, sure.

DALTON HUMPHREY: I gotta go. You divvy up the books, Mike. {turns and leaves}

MIKE HAMAR: Okay. {clears throat, takes out two books from shopping cart and hands one to Red} Here you go.

RED GREEN: {taking book} Alright.

MIKE HAMAR: {looking at his own book} Oh, look at this! I got volume 16: "Time To Win". What have you got?

RED GREEN: {looking at his book} Volume 7: "Going To Lose".

Talking AnimalsEdit

{Red and Ed stand in the lodge basement.}

RED GREEN: This is the Talking Animals portion of the show with {gestures toward Ed} local animal control officer, Ed Frid. {Ed salutes rather quickly} So Ed, what have you been up to?

ED FRID: Well, uh, last week, I went up to the behavioral psychology clinic at Beardsley College. {nods}

RED GREEN: Oh yeah, that's where they train those rats to find their way out of the mazes there.

ED FRID: {nods} Yeah, yeah, they got a great campus. But after it was over, I couldn't find my way out of the building. Luckily, I saw this rat, and he knew where he was going, so I just...

RED GREEN: {nods} Okay, so, uh...

ED FRID: I just followed him.

RED GREEN: No, that was good, yeah, I figured... What do you got for us this week?

ED FRID: Today, I'm gonna demonstrate animal behavior modification.

RED GREEN: Oh, boy, we could use that at the lodge, that's for sure. Yeah.

{Ed goes over to a table with something on it covered in a black cloth. He removes the cloth, revealing a cage.}

RED GREEN: What do you– What do you got in that thing? {looks inside cage} Oh my gosh! That's a chicken you got in there. It's a chicken.

ED FRID: {pulls out pocket watch} I'm gonna hypnotize this chicken, and teach her how to play a song on the piano.

RED GREEN: Wow! What song? "It's My Poultry and I'll Fry If I Want To"?

ED FRID: {laughs} No.

RED GREEN: Oh, all right.

{Ed takes some chicken feed off the top of the cage and tosses it into the cage for the chicken. He then leans down in front of the cage and swings the watch in front of the chicken.}

ED FRID: Okay. Okay, Hercules. Soon you will be completely in my power. You're getting sleepy... Very, very sleepy...

RED GREEN: Actually, we're– We're all getting a little bit sleepy at this point, Ed. {Ed doesn't respond} Ed? {Ed's head gets heavy and his eyes widen} Ed? {takes watch from Ed} Gimme the watch.

{Suddenly, Ed starts clucking like a chicken. He stands back up and starts walking and strutting around the room, clucking.}

RED GREEN: Ed? Oh, no. No, no, no.

{Ed struts up close to the camera, still clucking.}

RED GREEN: Ed? Lemme get you outta here, Ed! C'mon, c'mon! Ed, c'mon! Get you outta here, Ed! C'mon, Ed! {Ed clucks loudly right in front of the camera} Ed! Ed! Ed! C'mon, c'mon. Here we go. Here we go.

{Ed struts toward Red. Red has taken the chicken feed and drop bits of it on the ground in Ed's path. Red slowly walks up the stairs with the feed, still dropping it.}

RED GREEN: C'mon, lemme get you outta here. Come on upstairs. Come on up. Come on up, Ed. Come on.

{Ed struts up to a chair near the base of the stairs and stands up on it while Red slowly walks up the stairs. Ed sits down on the chair, still clucking loudly. Red doesn't notice Ed not following him until a moment later. He then walks back up to Ed.}

RED GREEN: Ed? Ed? Ed? Snap out of it, snap out of it!

{Red holds out some of the feed in front of Ed's mouth. Clucking really loudly, Ed jerks his head forward, trying to get the feed out of Red's hands and in his mouth. In the process, he almost bites Red's fingers. Red jerks his hand back and shakes it.}

RED GREEN: All right, all right!

{Red holds up his hand in front of Ed. Ed suddenly freezes.}

ED FRID: Whoa! Whoa! Where am I?

RED GREEN: You okay, Ed?

ED FRID: Yeah. That was a little weird.

RED GREEN: Yeah.

{Ed gets up from the chair and walks up the stairs, twitching slightly as he does so. Red looks down at the chair where Ed had been. Where Ed had been sitting, a huge egg is now placed. Red looks shocked and perplexed.}

Segue: Winston RothschildEdit

WINSTON ROTHSCHILD: Hi, Winston Rothschild here of Rothschild's Sewage and Septic Sucking Services with a lesson for you. There once was a young man from Turkey, whose septics were plugged up and murky. They blamed it on lead, from the pipes in the bed, when the culprit was too much beef jerky.

{Winston holds up his business card.}

Ranger Gord's Educational FilmsEdit

{Ranger Gord is seated in his fire watchtower, next to a film projector.}

RANGER GORD: Oh, hello, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Oh, and Brian, from grade ten. If you're watching, I'm fine, okay? You were obviously wrong about those mushrooms. Anyway, today's educational animated film is very special. It's all about prejudice and believing in yourself, with just a touch of violence that the young people today seem to enjoy so much. So watch, enjoy and learn, okay? Here we go. {starts projector}

{The film starts, displaying the titles: "Ranger Gord's Educational Films" and "Written and Directed and Animated and Voices by: Ranger Gord". The film fades to Ranger Gord posing with the title "Starring Ranger Gord! (Me)". The film fades again to a shot of the sky, which is blue with some yellow swirls around. The title reads, "Today's episode...", then "BIG FOOT DEFENCE". The scene then cuts to Ranger Gord stooping down in front of Little Red and Little Harold.}

RANGER GORD: It's high time you two learn to defend yourself against {makes scary pose} a wild Sasquatch!

LITTLE HAROLD: A wild Sasquatch?! Fwaaaa!

RANGER GORD: "Fwaa" is right, Harold, but don't worry, I'm here to help.

{Gord runs up to a slide projector and screen. The projector screen is turned on, revealing the words "Big Foot" on the screen. Gord pushes a button on the projector and the image changes to an image of a human footprint and a larger Big Foot footprint, along with the message "not actual size".}

RANGER GORD: First of all, due to the large feet on these creatures...

{Gord changes the projector image again. Now the screen displays an image of a Sasquatch raising its foot in a kicking motion.}

RANGER GORD: ...they tend to favor a kickboxing style of attack. {runs up to Little Red and Little Harold again, holding up both of his arms and standing on one foot} So, defend yourselves! I want to see your arms in front of your face at all times!

{Little Harold nervously holds up his arms in front of his face. Little Red, however, simply crosses his arms in disgust.}

RANGER GORD: Come on now, Red, arms up! {kicks foot out toward Red} I know you don't want a big Sasquatch foot in the face.

LITTLE RED: Gord, there's no such thing's a Sasquatch. And even if there were Sasquatches, they wouldn't kickbox.

{Suddenly, a Sasquatch jumps out, roaring and raising its arms at Little Red and Little Harold. Little Red screams in terror. The Sasquatch kicks Little Red so hard that he goes flying into the distance. Little Harold holds up his arms in front of his face, but the Sasquatch simply kicks him, too, sending him flying as well.}

SASQUATCH: How was that, Gord, huh? Did I seem wild enough? Huh? Huh?

RANGER GORD: Oh yeah. Yeah, you seemed wild alright. You just came in a little early, is all. I wasn't quite finished the lesson.

SASQUATCH: Oh, sorry about that, Gord. Oh, oh! Can I try it again? Huh? Huh? I'll get the timing right on this next one, I p-p-p-promise!

RANGER GORD: Well... alright, you big lug. {playfully punches the Sasquatch on the back} Give it another shot. Just don't come out too early.

SASQUATCH: {determinedly} Nope, nope. I can do this.

RANGER GORD: Go on, hide!

{The Sasquatch turns and runs off. Gord runs over to where Little Red and Little Harold had landed. Little Red looks dazed while Little Harold sprawls out on the ground.}

RANGER GORD: {chuckles} Don't be discouraged, you two. A little more training, and you'll do fine. {Little Red and Little Harold get up} Okay, arms up in front of your face. {Little Red and Little Harold do so} Very good. Now, stay on your toes!

{Suddenly, the Sasquatch jumps out again, roaring and kicks Little Red and Little Harold again. Gord looks at the Sasquatch suspiciously.}

SASQUATCH: Oh, sorry about that.

RANGER GORD: Well, don't beat yourself up about it, though. {to camera} It just goes to show you {holds up index finger} that you can't teach an old Sasquatch new tricks.

{Gord and the Sasquatch laugh heartily. Then suddenly the Sasquatch stops laughing.}

SASQUATCH: Hey.

RANGER GORD: Huh?

{The Sasquatch growls at Gord. But Gord grabs the Sasquatch and twirls it around and around in his hand until it becomes a whirling blur. He then releases his grip on the Sasquatch, and it goes flying into the distance. The film ends with the words "The End". Cut back to the real Ranger Gord in his tower, who applauds for a moment and gives a thumbs-up before he turns off the projector.}

Red's Handyman TipsEdit

{Outside the lodge, Red sits inside the driver's seat of a car with its door open and his legs sticking out. He turns on a radio, which plays loud rock music, then turns it off.}

RED GREEN: You ever notice how the worst radio stations give off the strongest signals? Kinda like skunks. And then the radio station that you like has a real weak signal.

{Red turns on the radio again and tries to tune into another station. The music on this station, however, is barely audible through radio static.}

RED GREEN: Tuning that in is like trying to get the right shower temperature. {turns off radio and gets out of car} Now, I suppose we could blame society for liking crappy music. Or we could blame your radio station for not broadcasting a stronger signal. {walks over to car's radio antenna} But I prefer to blame the car antenna factory installation here. Look how puny that thing is. {the antenna suddenly breaks off of the car and falls on the ground} I think we can do better than that.

{Red turns to walk off. Wipe to a later scene. Red stands next to the car, duct-taping a TV antenna to the roof of the car. The connection is looped into the car.}

RED GREEN: With everybody on cables and the high fiber optics, these babies are a dime a dozen. And wait 'til you hear the reception.

{Red gets into the car and turns on the radio. Static is heard on the station while the sound of a talk show is heard.}

RED GREEN: Oh, no, wait.

{Red reaches his hand up on the dashboard, where a control mechanism is placed. He turns a dial on the control box and the TV antenna on the roof rotates slightly. More radio static is heard, until a classic tune is heard on the radio. Red bobs his head to the music and gives a thumbs-up.}

Buddy SystemEdit

{Dalton and Winston run down into the basement and walk up close to the camera.}

DALTON HUMPHREY: You're strapping on competition water-skis, you're sitting on the dock, staring down 75 feet of snarled line at a 200-horsepower water-ski boat.

WINSTON ROTHSCHILD: Where your deranged brother-in-law is sitting at the wheel, goosing the throttle!

DALTON HUMPHREY: {shakes head} You shouldn't– {holds up index finger} You shouldn't be within a hundred miles of that dock, behind that boat, with that lunatic driving!

WINSTON ROTHSCHILD: You're out of shape, you're out of excuses...

DALTON HUMPHREY: You're out of your mind.

WINSTON ROTHSCHILD: Yeah, but you're way too proud to chicken out. I'll tell you what, though: if you don't think of something real fast, you, my friend, are fish food!

DALTON HUMPHREY: It's just hard to believe that all this started with one beer. {both nod, then Dalton shakes head}

WINSTON ROTHSCHILD: But you know something? The kids were saying you just gotta go for it, and your mouthy brother-in-law was making wisecracks about body fat percentages.

DALTON HUMPHREY: You just felt you had to go for it and show that you had the moves of a twenty-year-old.

WINSTON ROTHSCHILD: And now, you're going to die!

DALTON HUMPHREY: You can't bail without humiliating yourself!

WINSTON ROTHSCHILD: This is where 25 years of marriage is gonna save your bacon!

DALTON HUMPHREY: Yeah, you call the wife over, you give her a kiss, you look her straight in the eye, and you say, "Honey, I love you."

WINSTON ROTHSCHILD: Then you add, "I only wish I had enough life insurance to provide for you and the children."

DALTON HUMPHREY: {chuckles, then holds up index finger} Then you look real brave, like you're really gonna go for it.

WINSTON ROTHSCHILD: {eagerly} If she's any kind of woman, and you know she is, {Dalton giggles} she'll have you out of those water-skis before your bathing suit gets wet. From the outside or the inside!

DALTON HUMPHREY: Yeah, and your brother-in-law is not gonna argue with your wife.

WINSTON ROTHSCHILD: Oh, especially if he's married to her sister.

DALTON HUMPHREY: Yeah! Just remember not to look relieved, and your secret is safe.

WINSTON ROTHSCHILD: No need to thank us.

DALTON HUMPHREY: That's what friends are for.

{They turn and go back upstairs.}

Plot Segment 3Edit

{Red and Mike walk out in the lodge from the basement at the back, still holding their books. They both are smiling.}

RED GREEN: Well, I'm shocked. But then, I'm always surprised when things go well.

MIKE HAMAR: Dalton went down to the TV station. We're all waiting here with our encyclopedias open just in case he has to call for help.

RED GREEN: Yep. Winston even fired up his computer as an extra source of in... But I think he's just showing off that he had a computer.

MIKE HAMAR: Yeah. Big deal, I got plenty of computers. I just haven't cracked the password yet.

RED GREEN: But the television show didn't call. That can only mean one thing: Dalton must've won a million dollars!

MIKE HAMAR: {pumps arm} Oh yeah!

{Red laughs. Suddenly, they hear the sound of an ambulance siren as it is heard pulling up to the lodge. Red looks out the lodge window, then turns to Mike.}

RED GREEN: Mike, did you call for an ambulance?

MIKE HAMAR: No, why?

RED GREEN: {looking off-screen again} Well, one just pulled up and Dalton's getting out of it.

MIKE HAMAR: {suddenly worried} Is he all right?!

RED GREEN: I would doubt that.

{The front door opens and Dalton walks in. He has his hands in a straitjacket. He is waving to the ambulance parked outside.}

DALTON HUMPHREY: Okay, thanks, guys. ...No! {laughs} No, I'm okay. {gestures toward Red and Mike} You know, all my friends are here. {waves again} Okay, bye-bye.

{The ambulance is heard driving off, its siren wailing. Dalton suddenly becomes angry as he turns sharply to Red and Mike.}

DALTON HUMPHREY: You boneheaded imbeciles! {storms up close to them} I could strangle you both with my bare hands! {looks at arms covered in straitjacket} If... I can find them!

MIKE HAMAR: {nonchalantly} Something wrong, Dalton?

DALTON HUMPHREY: Oh, wrong! Because of you two, I lost a million dollars, and I was almost carried away to the asylum!

RED GREEN: What are you talking, Dalton? We were all in there with our encyclopedias wide open. There was so much useless information in that room, it was like a session of Parliament.

DALTON HUMPHREY: Well, you know, they tried to phone, but there was some problem, and eventually, time ran out, and then... that's when I had to be restrained.

RED GREEN: I think maybe they should've given you a tranquilizer!

DALTON HUMPHREY: {exploding} I AM ON TRANQUILIZERS!!

{Dalton turns around to show his backside. A red dart is clearly seen stuck on his backside.}

MIKE HAMAR: What was the question?

DALTON HUMPHREY: {sighs} "What African animal is known as the custodian of the jungle?"

RED GREEN: Oh, that's an easy one. That's– That's the hyena. {looks briefly at book} It's in– It's in my book here. Yeah. It's a member of the dog family, it's a carnivore, and it feeds on weak and deceased animals, and it lives in janitorial Africa.

MIKE HAMAR: That's it?

RED GREEN: {nods} Janitorial Africa, yeah.

DALTON HUMPHREY: Your voice set would have been a lot more useful to me {getting angry} a couple of hours ago!

{Winston then walks out into the lodge from the basement.}

WINSTON ROTHSCHILD: Hey, guys? Yeah, I'm off the Internet now, so you can use the phone.

{Dalton gets infuriated again and runs to the basement door after Winston, yelling in rage. Then the "Squeal of the Possum" sounds.}

MIKE HAMAR: {raising index finger in air} Meeting time, Mr. Green! {runs to basement}

RED GREEN: Yeah, you go ahead. Okay, um... {turns to camera} Well, um, if my wife is watching, I'll be coming straight home after the meeting, and I think, you know, studying and learning all this trivia stuff 'til you're good at a game and everything, that's not really our style here at the lodge. We prefer to get our knowledge by accident. {to audience} And to the rest of you, thanks for watching. On behalf of myself and the whole gang up here at Possum Lodge, you keep your stick on the ice.

{Red waves and heads for the basement at the back. Cut to the Lodge Meeting. Mike and Winston are up at the front of the meeting, waving the other men to take their seats and sit down as Red comes down the stairs. Dalton has his lodge jacket on backwards, over his straitjacket.}

MIKE HAMAR: Okay, sit down!

WINSTON ROTHSCHILD: Sit down, everybody!

MIKE HAMAR: Sit down! Sit down over there, please!

{By now, Red has taken his place at the front of the meeting, between Dalton and Mike. Everyone else has sat down, while Red remains standing.}

MIKE HAMAR: {standing back up and waving in an upward motion} All rise!

WINSTON ROTHSCHILD: {also standing back up and waving up} All rise!

{Everyone else gets to their feet and puts their arms in front of their chests.}

EVERYONE: Quando Omni Flunkus Moritati.

RED GREEN: Sit down. {everyone sits back down} All right, men, bow your heads for the Man's Prayer.

{All the men bow their heads.}

EVERYONE: I'm a man, but I can change, if I have to, I guess.

{Everyone raise their heads back up.}

RED GREEN: All right, men, I got a little trivia question for you: what African animal is known as the custodian of the jungle? {all the men raise their hands; to Dalton} Told you it was an easy one.

{Dalton becomes infuriated again, gets up from his seat and advances on Red, waving his arms around. Mike and Winston get up from their seats to try and stop Dalton.}

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