Listen, pep talk.
Big day today. It's our grand re-re-re-opening.
It's Labor Day weekend, and it looks like Wonder Wharf is getting mobbed,
so we have to--Big day for another reason too!
Linda, I'm in the middle of my pep talk.
Go ahead. Sorry. Go ahead, do your pep.
So we have to sell some burgers.
Every year, this weekend makes or breaks us.[ Blatting ]
Who's farting?It's Gene's sound effects thing.
I thought that made you sound like a robot.
[ Distorted ] It does robot voice--
laser sound--[ Electronic Whine ]
and fart noise.[ Blatting ]
Oh, God. Listen. Your mother and I have to go downstairs and grind the meat.
You kids know where you're supposed to be while we're gone, right?
Tina, you're on the grill.My crotch is itchy.
- [ Both Groan ] - Okay.
Are you telling me as my daughter, or as my grill cook?
Um, as--Because my grill cook would never tell me that.
Oh.Also, my daughter...
should probably not say anything like that to me.
Tell her. Tell your mom.
My crotch is itchy.Come here, let me see.
Linda. Not now.
No, let's all see it.No.
I'm just not sure if I'll be any good on the grill...
with just one free hand.
Okay, I'm just going to keep moving here.
Louise, you're working the counter.
I put your little step stool back here.
But do not alter anything on the chalkboard.
What if I think of something better--
which would be almost impossible not to do.
You will not think of something better, because "New Bacon-ings" is perfect.
It's hilarious. Right?
You know what? I'm taking the chalk.
[ Whispering ] Like I don't have chalk.
Gene, you're outside, nicely offering people a free sample, all right?
I'm on it!But people coming out of the crematorium next door,
people obviously in mourning--Yeah?
Don't offer them samples.
Dad, when I'm in character out there, I get in a zone!
I can't keep track of who's in mourning and who isn't.
Just-- Anyone with an urn--
Yeah?Leave 'em alone!
I know you think it's the Gene show out there,
but there's a line between entertaining and annoying.
No! That's a myth.
[ Electronic Whining ]
[ Blatting ]
All right, listen. You're my children and I love you.
But you're all terrible at what you do here,
and I feel like I should tell you,
I'd fire all of you if I could.
Bob!All right, hands in.
Don't-- Tina, don't put your hand in.What--
All right, sell some burgers!
[ Together, Weakly ] Sell some burgers.
[ Weeping ]
Bob's Burgers!
[ Distorted ] Free samples! Come and get it.
[ Blats ]
[ Groans ]Aaah!
I don't like leaving the kids alone up there for this long.
Something bad's gonna happen.Bob, they're fine.
Please, I asked you a question.Yes, what was the question?
Do you remember our wedding night?
Yes. We worked 'cause we couldn't afford not to. I remember.
You know, you're grinding too fast. Slow down.
What was the date?The date?
- Yes, the date of our wedding! - I don't know.
Oh, crap. Is it today?
Yes, Bob!Today's our anniversary. Okay.
Yes, it is!I'm sorry. Baby, I'm sorry.
I'm not good with dates. You know that.
Today's your birthday?Yes, Bob!
Today's my birthday?Yes, Bob!
Your due date was today?Yes, Bob!
How'd it go?How do you think it--
Good. It went very well.
That's good.
Boy or girl?
Where you going?I'm done!
I said I'm sorry.Bob, I'm done!
Linda, come back. We need to finish grinding the hamburger.
[ Child ] Oh, my God, gross.
Thank you.
Free samples.Hey, you can't give out those samples.
You just dropped them on the ground.Shh!
What are you, the "dropping food on the ground police"?
Yes.Oh.
They have that?Yes.
I'm the health inspector.The what?
[ Distorted ] Health inspector. Off.
What?Health inspector!
The burger joint's natural enemy.
[ Hawk Shrieks ]
[ Rings ]
Hello. Welcome to Bob's Burgers.
The burger of the day is the Child Molester.
It comes with candy. [ Chuckles ] Get it?
Yes.No.
'Cause sometimes...
they use candy to lure their victims--
Yes, we get it.Oh!
Is this your parents' place?
Yes. They're down in the basement grinding the meat right now.
Uh-huh.That's not a euphemism.
They're really grinding the meat.
Show us the kitchen, please.
I'm just saying, it's easy to remember our anniversary.
It's September third. 9/3.
Nine is divisible by three.What?
That's not-- A lot of numbers are divisible by three.
Don't argue with me.All right, you're right.
Nine is divisible by three, and now I'll remember.
[ Gasps ] Oh, my God.
Are you messing with me?
What? What are you-- No.You are. You are!
Lin, I forgot. I am sorry. I said I'm sorry.
And I'm going to make it up to you.
I can see you smiling.I'm not smiling!
You're smiling with your eyes.
What is it?What are you doing?
A party?Why are you doing this?
Is it a party upstairs?
No, Linda, can you please just finish this?
I gotta get back up there.
To get everything ready for the party?No!
To get everything ready for lunch, in our restaurant--
the one we're trying to save, remember?
Go ahead. Go. Call me to come up when it's all ready.
I'll act surprised, like this--
[ Gasps ] Bah! Oh!That's--
- I almost had a heart attack. - That's scared, that's not surprised.
Aaah!
That's like you hurt yourself.
Ahhh, aaah!That's good.
Smell this. Doesn't it smell like strawberries?
[ Sniffs ] Ugh!
Gotcha. It's spoiled milk, dummy.
So you're the health inspector?Yes.
'Cause I think I have some kind of rash or something.
I'm not that kind of health inspector.
"Rashy grill cook."
[ Toilet Flushes ]
You have no idea what I've just been through.
Do I have any toilet paper stuck to my buns?[ Blats ]
Where are the grown-ups?
[ Door Opens ]Aha!
You must be Bob.Uh, who are you?
We're from the Health Inspector's office.
I'm Hugo, this is my partner Ron.
I don't have a badge yet. I just started.
[ Blats ]Give me that.
Come on.Bob, this is my violations notebook.
I just filled it. It took five minutes in your kitchen.
Uh, that sounds bad.It's a record.
- [ Cheering ] - Shut up.
Not to mention child labor law violations,
public decency violations--Public decency? What are you talking about?
The Child Molester? I thought this was a family restaurant.
Uh, what's the Child Molester?
It's the burger of the day.No, it's not.
For a limited time only-- Till you came back upstairs.
Did someone actually order this?Yeah.
Who?Him.
[ Bob ] Mmm. He looks like a child molester.
- Louise, don't serve him. Let Gene bring it. - Uh, Bob--
Why do I have to get molested?Because he's not gonna molest you.
Why?Because you're heavy.
Bob--Yeah, hold on.
Heavy kids can get molested!
Yeah, who wouldn't want to molest this face?
That's enough.Bob--
It's not that. I mean, Gene, 'cause you're older.
Tina's the oldest. Make her do it.
Yeah, but Tina's not good with the customers.Bob--
I'm good with the customers.Mmm, not really.
I'm great with the customers.Mm-mmm.
She's autistic. She can't help it.Yeah, I'm autistic.
Bob--Just a sec.
No, you're not autistic, Tina.
- How many toothpicks on the ground? - Don't play this game again.
Come on. How many toothpicks?No.
It just involves me cleaning up toothpicks.
A hundred?No.
A hundred? There's three.[ Chuckling ] It's three!
Okay, okay. How many now?[ Hugo ] Bob!
[ Tina ] Three.[ Gene, Bob ] No!
Ugh, you're the worst kind of autistic.You can't even count.
Bob! You want to know why we're here?
Because I'll tell you, it's not for a routine inspection.
It's not?No. We're investigating a very disturbing rumor.
There's a rumor you make your burgers with human remains...
from the crematorium next door!
Hmm. I wonder how a rumor like that gets started.
It's made with human remains from the crematorium next door.
[ All Gasp ]
Who knows? Kids say crazy stuff.
Here's what's gonna happen. We'll test your meat.
If it contains human flesh-- anything above the four percent allowable by the F.D.A.--
then your restaurant will be closed,
and you, sir, will be going to jail.
- [ Door Opens ] - Oh, a party for me!
Oh. Hugo?
- Linda? - What are you doing here?
I'm the health inspector. I just transferred here.[ Gasps ]
What are youdoing here?This is our restaurant. We own it.
You're married to him?How do you two know each other?
I thought you ran off with Bob, the hotshot restauranteur.
I did.
Oh, God.[ Scoffing ] You did?
I'm on it.[ Whooshes ]
Yeah, I don't think so![ Whooshes ]
I can't believe--[ Whooshes ]
I can't--
I--
I can't believe you left me for him!
You left someone for me?Ugh! He doesn't even know?
We were-- We were briefly engaged.
[ All Gasp ]
I still remember the day I heard you were getting married.
Oh, my God. Is today your anniversary?
Yes! How do you remember that?
It's 9/3. Nine is divisible by three.
That doesn't make sense! A lot of numbers are divisible by three.
Well, happy anniversary.
Human flesh?Wait, wait, wait, wait.
This is one of our biggest weekends.
You can't put that up. Nobody will eat here.
Prominently displayed.Well, then just do your tests, pal, because it's beef.
Sorry! The lab's closed till Monday.
You'll get your test results then.
Consider yourself health inspected!
[ Screams ]
I'd-I'd try it. There's no wait.
Hello. How are you? Come in and have a burger.
A perfectly normal burger.Best burger in town.
[ Screams ]
Did your father say anything about an anniversary present?[ Together ] No.
Nothing? Like maybe hiding a necklace in a hamburger,
or hiding some earrings down the drain,
or something romantic like that?
That's romantic?Yeah!
Did you check the toilet or in the garbage?
Ah.[ Bob ] Gene, get off.
You're choking me. You're choking me!
[ Screams ]
So is Hugo going to put Dad in jail because you dumped him?
No. Hugo is going to put your father in jail...
because your sister told her class that we serve human flesh.
Now why would you do something like that, honey? Why?
I'll tell you why, Mom.
Anita Vasquez's uncle is a matador in Spain.
She was showing everybody his cape.
I had to up the ante, and what do I have to show for show and tell?
I got nothing, Mom!
- Calm down. - There's nothing here to show!
- Louise-- - What?
Tina, stop.[ Man Screams ]
Mom, you can get Hugo to take down the sign.
How am I supposed to do that?
He's madly in love with you.
Work it, woman.Yeah.
Mmm.
[ Hugo Sobbing ]
[ Ringing ][ Sniffles ]
Hello?
Linda?
[ Sizzling ][ Bob ] It's our big weekend.
I mean, this grill should be covered with burgers right now.
Who's that for?Mort. He called in his order.
He doesn't want to be seen here, so I'm sending Gene over to the crematorium with it.
Great.[ Dings ]
So... Hugo is coming over.
To talk... to me.
- What? - Don't be mad.
I think I can talk him out of it, all of this.
And when you say talk him out of it, what does that mean?
Is Hugo going to be our new dad?
Oh, please.Just checking.
Maybe I should help you set the mood.
Put out some candles.Ooh, candles!
Ugh, unbelievable.
Bob's Burgers delivery service!
Shh, shh, shh, shh! Quick!
Why'd you ever get engaged to that guy anyway?Aw, I was young.
And my parents liked him because he always did the dishes.
Yeah, I bet.[ Chuckles ] Also, he-- he used to--
What?
He, uh-- He happened to be an excellent kisser.
What-- An excellent kisser?
Yeah. He was very soft,
and he didn't have a lot of moisture,
like some people.Like some people? You think I'm a bad kisser?
No.Oh, yeah? Well, how about this?
Oh.
Are you sweating?Uh, no.
Is that my saliva?Don't be mad!
Oh, no, I'm not. Not at all!
Bob!I better go, all right?
I'd hate to get any saliva on you and Mr. Perfect Moisture Mouth!
I happen to produce a lot of saliva, Linda!
So! You're the health inspector, huh?
I want to read you this poem.How did that happen?
"Inspector of health, inspector of pain."
Um--
"I came in search of human remains,
and I found a piece of human flesh...
I thought I'd never see again--
my heart."
Mm-hmm.
Very nice!
Uh, Hugo, you know Bob's not a cannibal, right?
I don't know that.Don't do this.
I'm sorry I hurt you--Linda!
but what you're doing is--I can save you from all this!
[ Sprays ]
Wow! A candy coffin.
Customized caskets and urns, that's our specialty.
That's Mr. Caffrey of the Caffrey Toffee Company.
It's on the lift 'cause they're coming to pick him up this afternoon.
I need more condiments.
Uh, don't touch anything and don't press any buttons.
[ Grunts ][ Whirring ]
[ Chattering ]
Oh, my God! It's Bob's anniversary present.
He remembered!
Aw!
[ Laughing ] This is so exciting.
It's a dead body!
Maybe the present's underneath.
You're on a sinking ship, lady.
And you better get off before the ship sinks!
Hello, the media!
[ All Shouting ]
Good job, everybody.
An angry mob. That's just what we wanted outside our restaurant.
They're over there in their little van,
inspecting themselves.
Well, finding a corpse on the premises on its way to the meat--
Do you think I should change where I part my hair?
Uh, let me see.
Uh, yes?Can you open the window a little more?
I'm not going to assault you.
[ Groans ] Don't touch me!
Sorry. That just came over me.
Listen, I came out to ask you to talk to this crowd.
I mean, you made an angry mob here and---
Huh.Hey, what's all this stuff?
You got a whole chemistry lab back there.
Can't you do the test here, instead of ruining my weekend?
Don't tell me how to do my job.
I don't tell you how to grow your corpses.
Come here![ Groans ] No.
Let go of me!
Good luck with the angry mob, Bob!
Uh, how close am I to that car?
You want me to help you get out of your spot?
Yeah! I can't see his bumper. Am I close?
No, you got room.
Keep coming. Keep coming. Stop.
How am I doing in front?
It's tight.
Keep comin'.
All right, cut the wheel. Cut the wheel!
I am. I am. I'm cutting it.
You gotta cut hard right when you-- Just get out, I'll do it.
[ Hugo ] Thank you, sucker!
[ Shouting Continues ]Oh, my God.
Bob's confronting the crowd.
I'm going out there. You kids stay inside.
Hey, people! This is crazy.
We're being smeared by an unstable health inspector for personal reasons.
We know you people, and you know us.
You, you're the shoe repair guy.
Nope. Locksmith.I mean the locksmith, the locksmith.
I had keys made by you.
- So? - That was great, right?
Hmm. Fair.
[ Crowd Booing ]
No, no. No booing.
No booing Mort. You know him too.
He's one of us.
This guy has been here forever.
Ever since I got run out of Bog Harbor.
What? Why'd you get run out of Bog Harbor?
For selling human flesh to the restaurants.
- [ All Gasp ] - [ Laughs ] I'm kidding, people!
- Come on. - [ Laughing ]
Hey, the subject of death makes us all uncomfortable, except Mort.
But what about how we treat the living?
'Cause sometimes we end up treating thosebodies...
better than we treat thesebodies.
We break each other's hearts.
We forget important dates.
We write hurtful things on poster board.
We mistreat the living, and no one seems to care.
But once that body's dead, it's--
"Hey, don't mistreat the dead body!"
"Hey, don't eat the dead body!"
That's the ultimate crime, right?
Murder? No big deal.
Cannibal? Whoa!
Is he defending cannibalism?
- No, I'm just saying-- - Cannibal!
See, that's a knee jerk--You're a damn cannibal!
- Folks, please, I'm trying-- No. - Cannibal!
That's not what I meant!
He's gonna eat us! [ Grunts ]
Oh, thank God it didn't break.
Dad, Dad![ Window Cracking ]
Forget it. Never mind.
Nada. No longer relevant.
[ Man ] Let's get outta here.[ Man #2 ] I'll buy you a beer.
He's right, isn't he?
We can test this meat right here in the mobile lab, can't we?
We liquefy it, add the enzyme.
If it's yella, salmonella,
if it's chartreuse, it's a deuce,
and if it's blue, it's your Aunt Sue.
I know, Ron! I know the rhyme!
Don't you think I know the rhyme?
It doesn't matter. Don't you see he's guilty?
If it's not human flesh, it's something else.
It's dirty hand towels. It's-- It's something else!
Stealing your woman?[ Groans ]
[ Groans ]Shut up, shut up, shut up!
[ Sobbing ]Oh, okay. That's it, that's it.
Let it out. Let it out.
[ Sighs ] You're a failure.
You failed.
You fail at everything.
You fail at marriage. You fail at family.
Your kids are failures.
And you're fat. You're not attractive.
You never were.
Well, you were a little bit, when you were a teenager, but then you got fat.
What is he saying out there?
He's talking to the restaurant, Mom.
Bobby, stop talking to the restaurant and come inside.
Leave me alone!Bob, come inside.
Come on. Bob, come on.[ Groans ]
Bobby.What's the use?
Dad? This is Louise, your daughter.
Yes, Louise. What?
I'm sorry that I told everyone that we make burgers from human remains.
[ Sighs ] Okay, Louise. Thank you.
Dad, it's Gene.Yes, Gene, go ahead.
Dad?Yes!
I think we have a bad connection. I'll call you back.
Oh, my God.I want to talk to him too.
I can hear you. It's just glass.
Oh. Now my rash smells like bacon,
and it doesn't itch anymore.
I think we're going to be okay.
Okay, Tina, thank you.
Dad, is the restaurant gonna close?
[ Sighs ] I don't know, Louise. We're almost broke.
The whole town thinks we're cannibals, and I forgot our anniversary.
You'd have been better off with Hugo, Linda.
Bob, please.No, it's true.
I can't even satisfy you with my kisses.
Sorry, kids.No problem. Thanks for the info.
Oh, Bobby! Now you listen to me.
I would rather be married to a suspected cannibal with a dream, like you,
than a soft-lipped guy who never had a dream in the first place.
You would?No question.
You're a hero to your kids and to me.
Now come inside.
Come inside and make us some food. We're hungry.
Oh, Lin.
I'm comin' in.
[ Clicks ][ All Laughing ]
Open the door. Ha, ha. Open the door.
[ Louise Snickering ]Seriously, open the door!
[ Linda ] Kids, let your father in the restaurant, please.
Let me in!
Still serving human flesh?No.
Yes!No!
We have kind of an adventurous eaters club.
We like to try new things.
Can you seat 25 people?
Oh, uh, well, we might have some more human meat, but it's, uh, $50 a burger.
- That's a deal. - Real-- What? Really? Great.
[ Chuckles ] Let's do it.
Hello. Welcome.
Human flesh right this way.
Uh, hi.
Uh, Hugo wanted to give you this.
It states clearly that there was no human flesh in--Shh!
Yes, yes. Thank you. Thanks.
We were able to expedite the tests,
and, uh, we found 100% grade-A beef--Shh, shh!
Ron!
I'm just sorry it got blown out of pro--Shut up!
Shut up.Okay.
Hi. Welcome.
[ Laughing, Chattering ]
Lin, I can't believe how much money we just made.
This turned into a great weekend.
Oh, Bob, it's gorgeous.
Hmm. We seem to have stopped.
Bobby! You've been practicing.
Yeah. I went online, got some tips.
They have kissing tips online?
I learned a few moves. Check this one out.
This one is your anniversary gift.
[ Muttering ][ Giggles ]
Oh, Bobby!
Go, Bob!
Ugh! Unbelievable.
Aw, sick!Mom's really handsy.
You're a couple of sluts!
I think it's nice.
Hey! Get this thing movin'!
I'm getting scarred for life up here!