AT THE ZOO
Ed O'Neill.................Al Bundy
Katey Sagal................Peggy Bundy
David Garrison.............Steve Rhoades
Amanda Bearse..............Marcy Rhoades
Christina Applegate........Kelly Bundy
David Faustino.............Bud Bundy
Buck (or Mike) the Dog.....Buck
TV news anchor.............Lisa Moss
Bartender..................Michael Francis Clarke
Al arrives home from work and digs around in his pocket for the door key.
AL I work in a shoe store and still I'm not happy to come home.
A little girl, Courtney, in a scout outfit comes up to him. She is carrying boxes of cookies.
CORTNY Mr. Bundy, wanna buy some chipmunk cookies?
AL No. Go away.
CORTNY You can't tell me you're not hungry. My Daddy says you eat bugs and dirt.
AL Well, you go home and tell your Daddy, you have the mailman's eyes.
Courtney holds up a box of cookies.
CORTNY [enticingly] It's food.
AL All right. Gimme a box of these macaroons.
Al takes the box of macaroons, but Courtney snatches it back from him.
CORTNY Cash only, deadbeat.
AL I don't have any cash. Gimme some credit?
CORTNY Eat a bug!
AL Wet a bed.
Al sighs and goes into the house.
AL Ah, jeez.
Al sees a note taped to the closet door.
AL [reading] "Dear Al, you always complain there's no dinner. Surprise. I left it on the
table for you."
Al goes over to the table. Buck is sitting on the table eating Al's dinner.
AL You ate my dinner! You bag of fleas and ticks. I'm starving!
Al stares at Buck, and imagines him turning into a turkey on a platter. Al sits down at the
table and is about to pour ketchup over Buck, when Peggy, Steve, Kelly and Bud enter.
Steve is wearing a t-shirt that reads; "What's Gnu at the Chicago Zoo?"
PEGGY Hi, honey. Oh Al, we had such a great day. Steve took us all to the zoo. And Al, it was
the best time to go. No lines or anything, 'cause, you know, during the day all the idiots
who have jobs can't go.
They point and laugh at Al.
BUD Dad, you'll never guess what we saw at the zoo today with Uncle Steve.
AL A family of vultures pecking the flesh of the daddy?
KELLY No. A big gorilla, big as you, scratching himself.
PEGGY Yeah, and he had one hand where his pants would be, and in his other hand, you know how
you hold your beer? Well, he was holding something. I think it was doody. [suspiciously]
Where were you around three o'clock today?
They point and laugh at Al again.
KELLY You know, my favorite part was the penguin cage. It really makes you think. There but for
the flippers, go I.
BUD Well, the flippers and a breakaway bra.
KELLY You know, you should be nice to me. If I hadn't told the guard that you were with us,
you'd be riding a unicycle and clapping for fish right about now.
Kelly and Bud go upstairs.
The doorbell rings.
STEVE Oh my God. I bet that's Marcy. I was supposed to be out looking for a job today. If she
smells fun on me I'm a dead man. [Steve grabs his suit jacket and tie out of his gym bag
and rushes out the back door] Stall her!
PEGGY Pretty pathetic, huh? You know, I don't think Steve has what it takes not to work. He
almost seems ashamed of it. I'll tell you what, if I ever get like that... shoot me.
AL In case I'm not here when that happens, can I just wing you now?
Peggy opens the door to Marcy.
PEGGY Oh, hi, Marcy. I went to the zoo today with the kids and nobody else. How was your day?
MARCY Superb. Since I got demoted to Drive-Up-Teller, everything is just so much more exciting.
It's a people job. They drive up to my window, order a cheeseburger, spit at me and drive
away. But they're not all like that. Some of them actually try to pull my hand through the
chute before they spit at me and drive away. So between that and the cheery "Hurry up, you
stupid moo cow", the fifty hour work week just seems to zoom by.
AL Don't let them bother you, Marcy; ignore them, chew your cud and hold your horns up high.
MARCY Excuse me, but did a pig just burp in here? Oh well. Here I am feeling sorry for myself
when my poor Steve has been out looking for work all day long. He must be exhausted. You
know, he's been coming home even more tired than I am.
Marcy doesn't notice Steve as he hops past the patio door, while he is changing his clothes.
MARCY Have you seen him?
PEGGY Well, he was nowhere near the zoo.
AL Don't look at me. I'm blind from hunger.
Steve bursts in, wearing his suit.
STEVE Oh, boy, what a day. Oh, Marcy. I didn't expect to see you here. [Steve and Marcy kiss]
Oh Damn! I wish I could have been home in time to cook you dinner. I'm such a failure.
Steve looks down and Marcy reassures him.
MARCY Oh, no, honey. It's OK. Did you find anything today, Angel Heart?
STEVE Oh no, not from lack of trying. I've heard it all. Too old, too young, too handsome.
AL Put your feet up, folks. It's getting pretty deep in here.
Peggy shushes him.
MARCY Oh. Well, come on home, Steve. I'll rub your feet for you. They must be tired from
walking all day.
Steve feins hobbling and winces.
STEVE Oh, but, dear. You worked so hard. But... OK.
Kelly calls to Steve from the top of the stairs.
KELLY Hey Mr. Rhoades! Before you go, I have a zoo question for you. When you were riding the
little train around Bear Land today, were there any real live teddy bears like Bud said,
or did they live someplace else like I think?
Steve gives Kelly a look. Marcy glares at Steve.
STEVE Marcy, I can't go on keeping secrets from you. I was at the zoo today and I really didn't
look for anything.
Steve looks down ashamed.
MARCY Well, good, Steve... Tonight when we're in bed together, don't look for anything there
STEVE Well then, I guess you won't take this well either... I've been thinking, I don't really
want to work. It's boring. I'm having fun not working. Peggy says...
MARCY Well, Marcy says, you're working, leech man! Now, on the slim chance you weren't gonna do
squat today, which you didn't, I called your former boss on my lunch six minutes and he
agreed to see you. So if you could put on a clean suit, brush those teeth, and put on some
cologne to cover up that wombat smell, he'll see you tomorrow afternoon. I will meet you
there to make sure you say "I'll take it" to any menial job that's tossed your way.
STEVE I'm afraid tomorrow doesn't work for me. I told Peggy and the kids I'd take them to the
MARCY Well, dear, I'm afraid you'd be rather uncomfortable at the Aquarium with my foot lodged
where Mommy used to put the thermometer!
Marcy and Steve leave.
AL Y'know, Peg. Seeing Marcy take charge like that reminds me of what a real man should be.
So I'm putting my foot down. Tomorrow, when I come home, I want my slippers, I want my
paper - before Buck, I want my dinner, again, before Buck. I am the Marcy of this house.
I have spoken, so it is written, so it shall be done.
The next day.
Al is in the kitchen, reading the cooking insructions from a can.
AL [reads] "Place Cheese Critters in water and watch 'em grow. Keep out of reach of
Al shrugs and pours the Cheese Critters into his mouth. He then drinks a glass of water.
Peggy, Steve, Kelly and Bud enter. Steve is wearing a t-shirt that reads "I'd walk a mile to
kiss a reptile". Bud has a carrier bag that reads "Personal Belongings".
They go over to the couch and sit down.
PEGGY [to Al] Oh hi, honey. You should have been with us today. We had a great time.
KELLY Yeah. We fed a shark a hamburger and then I gave a french fry to this guppy, and he
BUD And Dad, they had those great hotdogs you like so much. Mom put one on each side of her
mouth and pretended like she was a walrus.
AL Does anyone care that I haven't eaten in days?
They mutter uncaringly.
AL You look a little down, Steve. What's wrong? The choo-choo through Toyland shut down?
STEVE Worse than that, Al. It's Bosco.
AL You have some Bosco? Well, let me spit in a glass and we'll mix it up.
STEVE No, I mean Bosco, the rare Caribbean Pigmy Sea Turtle at the Aquarium. He looked really
AL Was he selling shoes to the other turtles?
STEVE No. They had him in an itty bitty tank. He must weigh two hundred pounds. He was as out
of place in that tank as you would be in a library. Like a trooper, he kept his beak up,
but I could tell he was just a shell of a turtle.
PEGGY You should have seen them, Al. Both of their little noses pressed up against the glass.
You could barely tell them apart.
AL No, the turtle is the one with the job.
STEVE Oh, that's right. I was supposed to meet Marcy at my old bank today.
BUD Oh, man. Mrs. Rhoades is gonna gut you like a fish.
STEVE Hey, I can handle Mrs. Rhoades. I'll just give her what she's been begging for all week -
my famous chocolate souffle. Yeah it takes a good two hours, but a man's gotta do what a
man's gotta do.
Steve switches on the TV and we see a reporter standing outside Marcy's bank.
REPORT A drug crazed gunman attempted to rob the Leading Bank Of Chicago this afternoon. His
attempt was foiled by a feisty local woman, Marcy Rhoades, whom he tried to seize as a
hostage. But he picked the wrong woman, [to Marcy] didn't he, Mrs. Rhoades? Is that
gunshot wound through your hand bothering you?
Marcy's hand is heavily bandaged and supported.
MARCY Not really, Waldo. What's really bothering me is my husband is a screw-up. [to camera]
You went to the zoo again today, didn't you, Steve!?
Bundy living room.
AL That souffle better be damn fluffy.
Outside the bank.
REPORT Exactly how did you apprehend the criminal?
MARCY Well, when the robber jammed his gun in my stomach, I did what I felt I had to do. I threw
up on the floor. As he slipped on it, he knocked himself out, but the gun went off and
shot me in the hand, horribly wounding me. But enough about me. [to camera] How was your
Bundy living room. Steve grabs the remote control and switches off the TV.
STEVE Well, I guess I'll go home, get my stuff, and head for the Y. [Steve goes to the front
door, opens it and turns back around into the room] Listen, if she comes over here, you
haven't seen me...
[Marcy appears in the doorway behind him] Tell her I'm out looking for a job. She'll buy
it. After all, she's probably loaded full of pain killers. Tee hee.
[Steve turns to leave and comes face to face with Marcy] Uh, hi, Marcy. I was just er...
out looking for a job. So what's up?
MARCY [holding up her injured hand] See this hand, Steve?
Steve looks at Marcy's hand.
MARCY See this one?
Marcy punches Steve with her un-injured right hand. Steve falls unconscious behind the couch.
Bud looks at Steve, over the back of the couch.
BUD Gee this kind of puts the kibosh on the sailboat trip tomorrow, doesn't it?
Marcy and Al are sitting at a table in a working man's bar.
MARCY Thanks for bringing me here, Al. I'm sorry you had to see me like that. I usually pride
myself on being a lady at all times. [to bartender] Hey, Lardbutt! A coupla brewskies
AL Hey, guys. A toast. To the working man. The last American hero. Right, guys?
The guys and Marcy raise their glasses.
AL We work to make a living and what do we get?
AL And what else?
AL And why do we go on?
GUYS We're stupid!
AL A toast. To the stupid working man.
They all raise their glasses again.
GUYS To us!
MARCY You know what really frosts my weenie? After you marry 'em they don't care how they look.
Don't even shave! Right, guys?
GUYS [mumbling] Uh... yeah. Right.
NORRIS Well, I can't complain. At least I live with one who has a job, makes me dinner, and
doesn't mind rubbing my feet after a hard day.
AL Yeah, but your mom's getting kind of old. Besides, moms aren't really women. I'm talking
about the things you marry. I mean, you come... [Al puts down Macy's injured hand so he
can talk to her properly] I mean, when you come crawling home after a hard day, what do
GUYS [derisively] Lovin'.
AL They don't understand it's just more work for us. I mean the last thing a guy wants to
look at the end of a day is a woman.
A hooker, named Chelsea, walks passed.
NORRIS Hey, look at that one!
The guys leer, hoot and catcall. The guys get up to follow her. Marcy stops Al.
MARCY Hey Al! Y'know what else ticks me off? It's the way they change. I mean, when I first
married Steve, he was a greedy materialistic pig. He'd step on an old lady for a dollar.
[giggles] God, how he excited me. Now he's just another man with seahorses on his boxer
shorts. Oh, Al. What if Steve never works again?
AL Lock yourself in the bathroom and don't have kids. [to everyone] Hey guys... KIDS!
The response to Al's call is met with boos and mumbles from the guys.
AL [to Marcy] Case in point. See that old man in the corner there? [Al refers to Neil
Cockran, whom appears to be about 100 years old] Neil Cockran, eight kids. He's thirty
MARCY Steve and I talked about having children. God, can you imagine that life? You, the only
working parent, a couple of kids chained to your wallet. Ugh, I'd rather have a knife
plunged in my throat. [Marcy looks at Al and touches his hand] Sorry.
Well, I guess what's really bothering me here about Steve is that not only are we not
talking, but this is the first time in our relationship I've kept secrets from him. I
mean, I'm keeping something from him right now, even though I know it's wrong. [Marcy
holds Al's hand] Oh Al, Maybe you can help me handle this?
Al takes his hand away from Marcy's grasp.
AL Wait a minute here, Marce. I know you look at me and just see "hunk", but... you're not
the first to try to bag the big one. But it can never be. I belong to another, and more
importantly, I find you physically repulsive.
MARCY I don't want you, you shaved ape.
AL Hey, no need to get personal, chicken legs.
MARCY Anyhow, remember when I sorta caught that bank robber? What I didn't tell Steve was that
they sorta gave me a little reward.
AL How much?
MARCY Twenty-five thousand dollars.
AL Hey, barkeep! A whiskey for the lady, and a deck of cards for me.
Peggy and Steve are sitting on the couch. Steve is holding an icepack to his mouth.
STEVE Boy, it was really scary being unconscious. The things you imagine. I thought two little
leprechauns and a red headed giant were going through my pockets. [Peggy looks guilty]
And then a woman with a moustache gave me a big French kiss.
PEGGY That was Buck. He thought your tongue was his chew rag.
STEVE Well, I can't go through life getting knocked out. I guess there's no way around it,
Marcy wants me to get a job. I guess I'll have to get a job.
PEGGY Oh, forget about Marcy for a moment. What do you want to do?
STEVE I want to be a cowboy!
PEGGY Well, let's just say, that all the cowboy jobs were taken by men. What's your second
STEVE Well, I was hoping to do something special. Something that's been on my mind all day,
[Steve holds Peggy's hand] but I don't have the nerve.
PEGGY Oh, Steve. I know you look at me and just see "man candy", but it can never be. First, I
belong to another and second... [laughs] you couldn't handle the ride.
Steve contemplates Peggy's comment.
STEVE I can't even handle the thought. Oh, forget it. Who cares what I want?
PEGGY Well, I care, Steve. Look, tomorrow, you gotta go out and get some stinking job you'll be
saddled with just to please Marcy. [pauses for thought] You really don't want me? Oh,
well, anyway before you do, you owe it to yourself to do something to please you.
STEVE Peggy, you're right. And I'm gonna do it. Wish me luck.
PEGGY Good luck.
PEGGY Ahh, he wants me.
Later, back at the working men's bar, Al and Marcy are playing cards. Chelsea enters.
CHLSEA Last call!
Chelsea helps Neil Cockran to get up and they leave together.
AL Oh, come on Marcy, it's a normal bar bet - $25,000 for the one who can hit the bowl from
furthest away. [Al holds out his arm to escort Marcy to the bathroom] Shall we?
B/TEND I got five bucks on the broad.
Marcy throws down her cards onto the bar.
MARCY I don't know. Maybe the smell of this check will wake Steve up again. Maybe it will remind
him of the good old days, when we'd drive to the poor side of town and pull up to some old
guy, and ask him for change of a thousand, [laughs a little] Oh, the times we had. I don't
know. Maybe I have been to hard on him? I'm gonna tell Steve about the money.
B/TEND [staring at the TV] Hey! Look at this!
We see a news anchor person on the TV.
ANCHOR And to close, we have a story about a true moron. Tonight, an unemployed househusband and
self-described man of nature, thinking that the last Caribbean Pigmy Sea Turtle born in
captivity was unhappy, broke into the Zoo Aquarium, stole the turtle and released it into
[A mug shot of Steve appears on the screen] Apparently, this "man of nature" didn't know
it was a salt-water turtle. Witnesses report Bosco tried valiantly to crawl back out of
the water only to be thrown back in by this deranged, unemployed man, standing on
the bank singing "Born Free". Bosco will be missed.
[A picture of Bosco The Turtle appears on the screen. Written over the picture are the
words: Bosco 1901 - 1989] Bail has been set at twenty-five thousand dollars... Not nearly
enough in this reporter's opinion.
The bartender turns the TV sound down.
MARCY Well, I guess I know what I have to do.
AL You gonna bail him out?
MARCY Let him rot. I'm going to get myself a new Jag.
Marcy leaves. Al sits alone in the bar and then the bartender goes over to him.
B/TEND Hey, Bundy. Ready to settle up your tab?
AL Yep, I'm ready.
The bartender gives Al a mop and bucket. Al starts to mop the floor and sings "Born Free".
EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS: RON LEAVITT & MICHAEL G. MOYE
PRODUCED BY: ELLEN L. FOGLE, MARCY VOSBURGH & SANDY SPRUNG
SUPERVISING PRODUCERS: ARTHUR SILVER & KATHERINE GREEN
DIRECTED BY: GERRY COHEN
WRITTEN BY: KATHERINE GREEN
CREATED BY: MICHAEL G. MOYE & RON LEAVITT
CO-PRODUCED BY: BABARA BLACHUT CRAMER
STORY EDITOR: KEVIN CURRAN
CASTING BY: TAMMARA BILLIK, C.S.A.
EXECUTIVE IN CHARGE OF CASTING: RICK JACOBS
"LOVE AND MARRIAGE" LYRICS & MUSIC BY SMMY CAHN & JIMMY VAN HEUSEN
MUSIC SUPERVISION: MICHAEL ANDREAS
PRODUCTION DESIGNER: DON ROBERTS
ART DIRECTOR: RICHARD IMPROTA
ASSOCIATE DIRECTOR: RICHARD STEIR
STAGE MANAGERS: RICHARD DRANEY & STEPHANIE SCOTT
PRODUCTION ASSOCIATE: KITTY ROURKE
PRODUCTION CO-ORDINATOR: SUSAN JANG
EDITED BY: LARRY HARRIS
TECHNICAL DIRECTOR: SAM W. ORENDER
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MAKE-UP: NINA KENT
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Transcribed by Ade Bundy
Revised by Marriedaniac
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