* MTV ♪
[both chuckling]
[rock music]
♪ ♪
And we'll just take some of these,
one of these,
gotta have these.
These are good.
Yeah.
And there we go.
Something to wash it all down with,
you know what I'm saying?
[chuckles] - Yep.
We like the cold ones.
Are you guys old enough to drink?
Uh, are you, sir?
Yeah, are you, sir?
I can't sell you this unless you've got ID.
You can still buy the rest.
- Uh... - [chuckles]
Do you even have any money?
Uh, do you, sir?
Yeah, do you, sir?
Because we could, like, use some money.
You know what I'm saying? [snickers]
[bell rings]
Nobody ever lets us buy cool things, Butt-Head.
They always say we're, like, not old enough or something.
Whoa.
I have, like, an idea.
[snickers]
Old people can buy whatever they want,
so we just need to, like, make you look old.
Yeah, cool. [laughs]
You need, like, gray hair and wrinkles and stuff.
My 'nads have wrinkles.
They kind of look old.
Maybe I'll show people my 'nads
instead of my face. Yeah.
People don't like seeing 'nads, dumbass.
Not even on a fake ID?
Uh, no.
You're weird, Beavis.
Okay, stand still.
I'm gonna dye your hair.
Okay, yeah, yeah. Yeah, dye.
Yeah, dye!
Whoa, it smells like dizzy or--or something.
That means it's working, Beavis.
Oh, really?
Cool.
Put a little here.
There we go.
Okay.
Old guys are always hurting their back,
so you need to, like, say "Ow, my back" a lot.
Um, okay, yeah.
Ow, my back.
Uh, no, it needs to sound real.
Okay, okay, let me try this. How about, um...
Ow, my back!
- Uh, that's pretty good. - [groaning]
- Yeah. - Okay.
Now go in there and buy beer.
Oh...
[grumbling]
Damn it. Ah.
It's time to go. The bus is leaving.
Um, I just have to get some beer or something.
We have to get on the bus.
Um, oh, okay. Yeah.
I guess that's pretty cool.
Thank you, son.
[groans] My back.
[laughs]
Beavis is gone.
* Open your eyes ♪
♪ To know where I'm taking you to ♪
Well, somebody's homeschooled.
[laughs]
Yeah, you can tell. [snickers]
I think the secret to doing these trick shots
is not having any friends
so you just, like, throw Frisbees all day
and then sometimes, they go in things.
[laughs]
He keeps doing that thing
that Caulay MacCulkin does, you know,
in "Home Alone,"
you know, with his fist.
[laughs]
But in "Home Alone," his parents wanted him back.
[snickers]
[laughs] Oh, yeah.
They just, like, put a bunch of Frisbees
and a basketball outside and locked the door.
"If the ball goes in the net, I'm not lonely.
Yes. Yeah. Awesome! Yeah."
You know what these Frisbees don't go in?
A girl.
[snickering] Oh, yeah.
The other dudes in the neighborhood are like,
"Hey, trick shot guy.
"We got a bunch of girls that wanna come over
and swim in your pool,"
and then he's like, "What? No way.
"I have to hit a soccer ball with a wiffle bat
"and bounce it off a basketball hoop
"onto a ledge.
"I can't do that with a bunch of chicks running around here
"in bikinis.
Get out of here."
Yeah, yeah.
And then he fist pumps. Yeah.
"Yeah!
Got rid of those chicks."
Yeah. [laughs]
I bet he does a lot of fist pumping,
if you know what I mean. [guffaws]
[snickers] Yeah.
I got a little trick shot
where I make it hit the ceiling.
Uh...
that's disgusting, Beavis.
Took me all summer to master it, too.
Uh, okay, Beavis,
I'm gonna try a trick shot now.
I'm gonna take this can,
and I'm gonna, like, bounce it off the TV
and then off your head
and then out the window.
This is gonna be cool.
Uh...
[yelps]
Ow. [laughs]
Wait, I didn't see. Did it go out the window?
[snickers]
Uh... no. [laughs]
Guess I have to keep trying until I get it right.
[snickers]
Okay, look straight ahead, Beavis.
Ah!
Damn it.
I think you're doing something wrong, Butt-Head.
Let me try. Yeah. [laughs]
Concentrate here.
Line this thing up. Yeah.
Whoa. [coughs] Ow.
What happened, Butt-Head? Did it work?
Uh... no.
That sucked.
And you lost the can.
Ah, damn it.
Well, I guess I gotta keep trying, you know?
Let me see. Maybe this rock would work.
[snickers]
Think I got this. Yeah, yeah.
[screams] - [snickers]
Dumbass.
Agh. Ow.
Whoa!
[coughing]
These guys really know how to party.
[scatting]
Jack. No.
Social Security doesn't go as far as it used to.
Yeah, no one lets us buy anything cool.
No, they don't.
And now they won't let me drive.
Yeah, me neither. Yeah, it sucks.
Hello...
Oh, hey, hey. How's it going?
Yeah. I'm Beavis.
Oh, mm, haven't seen you before.
When did you move in?
I don't know, really.
They just dropped me off here, you know?
My kids did the same to me.
You know, there are so few men at this place.
A girl can get lonely.
Um... um... what?
You know, a handsome old stud like you
could really brighten my day.
How'd you like to come back to my room?
Um, okay, yeah.
Is there, like, beer there or something?
[laughs] I like the way you think.
Yeah, thinking sucks.
Hmm, looks like we're alone now.
Oh, candy, yeah. That's pretty cool.
When was the last time you were with a woman, Beavis?
Uh, I don't know.
I think, like, never or something.
Whoa.
Boi-oi-oing--
ow-ow-ow, my back!
Gah!
So that's where that dumbass went.
Don't think about your dead wife, Beavis.
She's gone, and I'm here.
Yeah, okay. That sounds pretty cool.
[doorknob clicks]
What the hell are you doing?
What? Um...
Uh, what the hell are you doing?
This is your grandson?
So nice of him to visit.
You're supposed to be getting us beer, butthole.
Damn it, Butt-Head, go away!
Here, here, have some candy.
I don't want your candy, dumbass.
Give me that.
Have a Susan B. Anthony dollar.
Just get out of here!
I'm about to score with this weird old lady.
No way. She wants to score with me.
She just gave me this silver coin
that probably costs $10,000.
Pearl?
Hey! - Uh, Albert?
What the hell are you two doing in my wife's room?
I'm, like, trying to score with her or something.
Yeah, me too.
God damn it!
- Hey, cut it out! - Ugh!
- Hey! [yelling] - Oh, dear.
Ah, my back! Ah, ah!
Oh, Albert,
oh, I've never seen this side of you.
Kick his ass, Albert.
[screaming]
He's a horn dog.
Ow, my back! Agh!
[groaning] Ow, my back.
Uh, like, watch your step.
Yeah, thank you. [laughs]
Did I ever tell you about the time I almost scored?
You sure did, Beavis.
You sure did.
I almost scored.
[snickers] My back.
Oh. [laughs]
[martial tune]
Hello, I'm Tom Anderson,
veteran of two foreign wars.
The Battle of Incheon,
the biggest naval invasion
since a little thing called D-Day.
Me and my platoon
were about to land on Red Beach
when I noticed something
that changed the whole ball game.
[dramatic music]
You see that, Jackson? - Yes, sir.
That machine gun nest's got our boys pinned down--
Somebody didn't paint this hull right,
and see? You get rust.
Gotta mix that primer correctly,
or you might as well not even bother
with the top coat.
Sir, we might all be dead in a min--
See, the paint acts as a seal
to keep out the salt water,
because when salt and water get together,
that's what I call a recipe for rust.
I'm not gonna bore you with it,
but salt water is full of ions...
Sir, the beach is over there.
We're going the wrong direction--
And that speeds up the oxidation process,
which I'll speak more about later.
Anyway, I don't think
anybody's gonna be whooping the Commies
without doing their basic maintenance.
We're headed back to the ship.
- But sir... - And Sergeant,
if anything happens to me,
give this to my wife.
[dramatic music]
It's instructions on how to properly maintain
the oil furnace.
That boat did get repainted
and lasted another three months
before it was sunk in the Sea of Japan,
killing everyone on board.
What happened to that oil furnace?
Well... [laughs] That's a tale
for the next "Tom Anderson's War Stories,"
and it's a doozy.
[laughs]