D.W., the Picky Eater (episode)/Transcript

(This episode begins when Arthur's mom comes home with the groceries and D.W. asks for a red freezy-pop.) (Arthur begins to taunt his sister, D.W., for not liking the new fish.) (At the dinner table, D.W. talks to her brother, Arthur about the yucky food she hates.) (Arthur's dad gives D.W. a bowl of hawaiian shrimp and D.W. thinks she does not like it.) (At the restaurant, the water gives the family the food they ordered.) (D.W. throws the salad into the waiter's face, and he gets discouraged and very, very angry. Everyone in the restaurant gasps, including all the kids.) (On the way home, Arthur discusses to Grandma Thora about what his sister, D.W. did., She is seen holding the baby Kate.) (D.W. gets grounded for a week and punished from eating at restaurants forever until she can behave, and then she is sent to her room. Arthur then tells his mom about Grandma Thora's birthday at the Once Upon a Restaurant.) (Arthur dreams of what he could do without his sister, D.W., like when he was an astronaut going to Jupiter.)
 * D.W.: Mom, I hope you got me the red freezy-pops, cause I only like the red ones!
 * Arthur: Orange and purple are good, too.
 * D.W.: Aw, but red tastes better.
 * Arthur's Mom: Help me put away the groceries, then you can have a red freezy-pop.
 *  D.W.: Ew, gross! It's looking at me! You're not going to feed us a dead fish, are you?
 * Arthur's Mom: You've eaten fish.
 * D.W.: But it's never looked at me before!
 * Arthur: D.W.'s scared of a fishy!
 * D.W.: I am not scared! Fish smells funny, and I hate food that smells funny. And those green eyeballs! Blech!
 * Arthur: No, they're olives! And they're not looking at you.
 * D.W.: Cucumbers: yucky, tomatoes: yucky! Mmm, peanut butter. And jelly, yummy! Mmm, nice bread... ugh, yucky crusts!
 * Arthur: D.W. is what you might call: a picky eater.
 * D.W.: Yuck, spinach! I hate spinach! Spinach is the worst food in the universe!
 * [INTERTITLE SHOWS]
 * D.W.: ...And stinky cheese; I never realized what yucky foods there are, like tapioca and lima beans, and did I mention spinach?
 * Arthur: Yes!
 * D.W. (V.O.): And this! Ughh!
 * Arthur's Dad: D.W., you don't even know what it is. How can you say you don't like it?
 * D.W.: Okay, what is it?
 * Arthur's Dad: Hawaiian Shrimp! It's a new recipe.
 * D.W.: It's part of the smelly fish family and I don't like the smelly fish family!
 * Arthur: *sigh* Face it! You don't like anything!
 * D.W. (V.O.): I do, too, like peanut butter and jelly and strawberries and chocolate, but not with the nuts in it, and birthday cake, and chocolate ice cream, and uh... Um....
 * Arthur's Dad (V.O.): Mmm, looks good!
 * D.W.: Cucumbers, yucky, mushrooms, yucky, onions, yucky and smelly... Hey, this isn't lettuce! What kind of the salad is this?
 * Arthur: Uh-oh, she's gonna pop.
 * D.W.: This is spinach!
 * Waiter: Is something the matter?
 * D.W.: This is spinach, and I... HATE... SPINACH!!!
 * D.W: Uh oh....
 * Waiter: That's it! I quit!
 * Arthur's Mom: Dora Winifred Read!!
 * Grandma Thora: Back so soon? Did you have a good time?
 * Arthur: D.W. punched her salad, and it exploded! ...Uh, all over the waiter and everyone was staring at us.
 * D.W.: They were not! Everyone's making this into such a big deal.
 * Arthur's Mom: No more restaurants for you, young lady, until you can behave and learn to eat what's placed in front of you. Now, go to your room!
 * Arthur: What about Grandma Thora's birthday at the Once Upon a Restaurant next week?
 * Arthur's Mom: D.W. will not be joining us.
 * Arthur: Wow, too bad! *sighs* Dinner without D.W.: I guess we'll just have to suffer through it without her.
 * Grandma Thora: If D.W. can't come to the restaurant, I'd be just as happy coming over here for dinner.
 * Arthur: What?! And miss Once Upon a Restaurant?
 * Grandma Thora: It just wouldn't be a "happy-birthday" if D.W. wasn't there!
 * Arthur: But that's the best restaurant better! This isn't fair! Am I supposed to everything with D.W.?
 * Mission Control (V.O.): One minute until blast off. 57.. 56... 55... 54... 53...