:38:05
Cookie dough!
:38:21
Martian footage, take two.
:38:32
-Chubby Hubby hangover, huh?
:38:37
I swear, I'll never
touch that stuff again.
:38:40
One scoop's too many,
and a million aren't enough!
:38:43
So, how's it coming, anyway?
:38:46
Oh, I converted a blow dryer,
two elastic bands...
:38:48
and an Acme Bug-Away insect bomb...
:38:51
into a temporary electron accelerator.
:38:53
-Is it working?
-Not at all, but on the positive side,
:38:55
your garage is now cockroach-free.
:38:57
Blasted rental!
:39:00
-This is a rental, is it?
-My regular ship is in the shop...
:39:02
for its mid-millennium tune-up.
:39:05
Where's your, uh, you know,
your suit, Zoot... thing.
:39:07
Oh ho, washing up.
:39:11
-Owwww! Spin me, mama!
:39:13
So nice, so good
:39:16
Five more minutes, Zoot,
then into the dryer.
:39:18
You're bringing me down, man!
:39:22
What I wouldn't give
to shed this grotesque human facade...
:39:26
and let the cool Earth waters
caress my Martian skin.
:39:30
-Oh!
-So why don't you?
:39:33
Why not, indeed?
:39:35
-Move over, Zoot!
-Martin, I meant-
:39:38
I meant out in the hot tub, out back.
It would be private, by yourself.
:39:41
You mean spit out my Nurplex...
:39:44
and revert to Martian form
right outside your domicile?
:39:47
-Exactly.
-Oh, do you think that's safe?
:39:50
Oh, yes, of course it's safe.
:39:53
-I'll do it!
-Good. Let's go.
:39:55
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.
:39:57
-Tim? Thanks.
-Yeah?