The Boss/Transcript

Robinson's House
[Mr. Robinson mowing the grass.]
 * Ahhh... Perfect.

[Mrs. Robinson talking gibberish.]
 * Hmm?

[Mr. Robinson noticing the grass.]
 * Its just a little mistake, Margaret, everyone makes mistakes. [Whispers] Our marriage is a permanent reminder of that.

[Mr. Robinson mowing the grass again.]
 * There, now it is truly perfect.

[Mrs. Robinson talking gibberish again.]

[Mr. Robinson noticing the grass again.]
 * Bah! Now all the other grass is too long!

[Mr. Robinson pulls the grass then the other grass shrinks and Mr. Robinson smashing the lawn mower in anger.]

[Mrs. Robinson talking gibberish again.]
 * It's not my fault, and I'm not a bald purple thumb shaped... [Whispers to Mrs. Robinson] Sorry, what does "meh-meh" mean again?

[Mrs. Robinson talking gibberish again.]
 * I'M NOT A BALD PURPLE THUMB SHAPED [blank] WITH AN [blank] NOSE, AND I REFUSE TO MOW THIS LAWN AGAIN!

[Gumball and Darwin smash the fence.]
 * and : [They tell him with joy.] WE'LL DO IT!
 * No, I'm having a nice relaxing morning with my wife and I don't need... Ah!

[Gumball and Darwin mowing the lawn.]
 * [Whispers to Darwin] You got something in your teeth.

[Darwin spits out a gnome.]

[Mrs. Robinson talking gibberish again.]
 * [Noticing the grass again] Huh?
 * Don't worry! I got this.

[Pulls the grass and everything tumbles.]

[Mr. Robinson shouts at Gumball and Darwin then his stuffing pops out.]
 * I think I need to lie down... on my face. [Falls on his face.]

[Ambulance siren sounds.]
 * Madame, your husband's anger level has caused him to lose a lot of stuffing, he's gonna need a transfusion. Does have any direct family member we could ask?

[Mrs. Robinson talking gibberish again.]
 * Alright. Well, that made no sense, does anyone here talk with words?
 * You could ask his son, Rocky. He's a janitor, at our school.

[Mr. Robinson wakes up.]
 * I want nothing with that loser! He's an embarassment to the Robinson name! I'd rather get stuffing from a turkey... Aaaahhh! [Passes out again.]

[Mrs. Robinson talking gibberish again.]
 * Don't worry, Mrs. Robinson, we'll get Rocky and save your husband!
 * [Steals Mr. Robinson's wallet] Meh?
 * [sighs then whispers] Nice.

At School
[Gumball and Darwin looking at Rocky.]
 * What's the best way to break bad news to someone?
 * Oh, I know! With a song!

[Gumball dancing.]
 * [sings] ♪Hey Rocky, we got some awful news! Your dad is sick 'cos we made him blow a fuse! Yeah! You got a better idea?
 * No, I got a much better idea. We just need to sweeten the news a little bit.

[Gumball holding a brownie.]
 * Ah! Brownie! Sweet! [Eats the brownie, causing him to choke, collapse and spit out the message which says "YOUR DAD is iLL".]

The Janitor's Closet

 * Oh. Man, this is pretty hard to digest.
 * Too much butter?
 * I meant the news about my dad.