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Clips from The Jetsons - Jane's Driving Lesson (S01E01)

"It's your mother, all right."
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"- Water. Oh, water. - Janey, what happened?"
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"- Mother, what's wrong? - Car."
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""Car"? What do you mean, "car"?"
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"- I have to get one. - Scrumptious idea, Mom."
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"- May I borrow it? - Now, wait a minute!"
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"I've had it, George. I've fought my last battle of the bulging bus."
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"I need a car."
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"But you don't know how to drive."
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"Now, wait a minute. If you think I'm gonna be responsible..."
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"...for turning another female driver loose on the skyways, you are wrong."
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"Remember the last time I tried to teach you to drive?"
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"- So who's gonna teach you how to drive? - The Aero-Space Driving SchooI."
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"Ten lessons for $20, and my first lesson is tomorrow."
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"- What? - Supersonic, Mom. Then you can teach me."
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"And if you teach me, when I'm 8 years old, I can get a learner's permit."
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"When am I ever gonna learn you can't win?"
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"I'm here for my first lesson, Mr. Sonic. Are you my instructor?"
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"I wish I were, my dear, but that honor we'll reserve for Mr. Tweeter."
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"He's our specialist for lovely ladies. Step this way, please."
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"You know, to tell the truth, I'm a little nervous."
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"Calm yourself, dear lady. Calm yourself."
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"Mr. Tweeter is our senior instructor, you know."
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"- He won't make me nervous, will he? - Nervous? Never."
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"- Goodness. How long has he been with you? - Three weeks."
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"Tweeter, quickly. Quickly, please. Your new student is here."
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"Oh, dear. Not another lady driver."
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"Come, come, Tweeter. Take your courage pill."
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"Are you all right, Mr. Tweeter?"
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"- What do I do first? - First you press..."
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"...the solar starter button on your right."
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"Is this left, or is it right? Oh, I'm so excited."
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"Women drivers. I ought to be arrested for running this schooI."
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"Now push the accelerator forward. Forward! Forward!"
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"- Bye, Mr. Sonic! - Oh, no!"
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"Oh, of course, Mr. Tweeter. I'm getting the hang of it now."
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"- What do I do next? - I was afraid you'd ask that."
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"- Pull it out. - Alrighty."
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"But slow!"
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"I pulled it out. What do I do with it now, Mr. Tweeter?"
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"Put it back! The knob, put it back in! Quick!"
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"All right, but stop shouting. You sound just like George."
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"And I gave up wrestling alligators because it was too risky."
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"- What's this other button for? - Don't touch it!"
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"How am I doing, Mr. Tweeter?"
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"Fine. Dandy. Lesson's over. Come back next year. I mean, tomorrow."
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"What do you mean, "over"?"
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"I paid for an hour, and we've been out only five minutes."
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"Oh, you're wearing a watch, are you? Funny, I would have sworn it was an hour."
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"- Mr. Tweeter, shame on you. - Well, you can't blame a guy for trying."
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"Now we'll practice our stopping and starting."
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"- There, how was that? - Well, you stopped, thank goodness."
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"Then look carefully to the left."
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"There's nothing around for thousands of miles..."
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"...so go ahead."
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"- Now, how did I do that? - Just lucky, I guess."
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"Let's back up and try it again."
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"I'd have been disappointed if she hadn't done that."
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"- Oh, I'm sorry. - Forget it."
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"- Let's practice backing up instead. - Okay."
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"- Wrong button, Mrs. Jetson. - Oh, is it?"
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"Now, tell me honestly, Mr. Tweeter, am I making you nervous?"
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"Nervous?"
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"Good. You're much easier to drive with than my husband."
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"What time do you have, Judy?"
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"Five minutes later than the last time you asked, Daddy. Why?"
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"- Just checking. - Relax, Daddy."
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"- Mom's been gone only half an hour. - I never should have agreed to it."
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"She's such a helpIess little thing, your mother."
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"She doesn't understand anything mechanicaI, and she gets nervous."
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"Mr. Tweeter, do you think I'm ready to drive in traffic?"
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"- Why not? No one lives forever. - Why, Mr. Tweeter."
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"You have a sense of humor. Driving is easy."
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"- Maybe all I need is one lesson. - No, Mrs. Jetson! Don't try to pass!"
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"Even in schooI, my teachers said I learned fast."
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"Mrs. Jetson, look out!"
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"Don't you think I'm very good for a beginner?"
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"You're great as a beginner. But for me, it looks like the end."
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"- Stop the car, Mrs. Jetson. - What?"
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"By the bank over there."
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"- Stop the car. - Okay."
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"I'll be right back. I just want to look in my safe-deposit box."
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"Right now? In the middle of our lesson?"
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"I'm a family man, Mrs. Jetson. I just want to check on my insurance policy."
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"Shut up and put them up, in that order."
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"I wonder what's keeping Mr. Tweeter. Oh, here he comes now."
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"Okay, lady, move it."
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"Come back with my uniform, you crook!"
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"- What do I do now? - Step on it, lady."
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"Say, you're not Mr. Tweeter. Are you a new instructor?"
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"Instructor? Oh, yeah, sure."
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"Now cut the gab and put her down here."
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"Why, Mr. Tweeter's an expert, due for retirement with a gold stripe."
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"No, no, no. Not at all, Mrs. Jetson. I'm fine."
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"Oh, dear. I hope it's paid up. I'll take this line. It's a short one."
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