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It Ain't Over Till the Fat Neighbor Sings
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Season 9, Episode 15
Airdate May 15, 2005
Production Number 9ABE19
Written by Etan Cohen
Directed by Julius Wu
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King of the HillSeason Nine

It Ain't Over Till the Fat Neighbor Sings is the fifteenth episode of the ninth season of King of the Hill, and the one hundred eighty-sixth episode overall.

Starring: Mike Judge (Hank Hill, Boomhauer, PBS Host), Kathy Najimy (Peggy Hill), Pamela S. Adlon (Bobby Hill), Brittany Murphy (credit only), Johnny Hardwick (Dale Gribble), Stephen Root (Bill Dauterive)

Special Guest Voice: Phil Hendrie (Captain, Jim, General)

Also Starring: Dan Finnerty (Larry), David Herman (Joe, Kris, Otto), Ashley Gardner (Reverend Stroup), Phil LaMarr (Captain Hart, Early, P/A)

Contents

Plot Overview

Feeling like he's not being appreciated at work, Bill gravitates toward a men's chorus who demand all his attention.

Meanwhile, Peggy and Bobby get in a tense battle of pong.

Notes

Stinger Quote

Harmonaholics: (harmonically pulsating lips)

Seen, But Not Heard

Arc Advancement

Happenings

Characters

  • Reverend Stroup can be seen flirting with Bill, but he's currently oblivious to her advances.

Referbacks

  • Hank says the last time Bill was this depressed he spent Christmas pulling his head out of an oven, alluding to the events of "Pretty, Pretty Dresses".

Trivia

The Show

Behind the Scenes

Allusions and References

Memorable Moments

  • After Hank has him stifle his insults on Bill, Dale is finally allowed to unload.

Quotes

  • Bill: There you go, Captain. Just the way you like it.
Captain: Oh, you're done?
Bill: Yeah, I cut it quick because I really know your head. And I don't know what you'd do if I was ever out on manoeuvres or became a POW.
Captain: I guess I'd go to him. Or him. Or him.
Bill: We're getting worried over nothing.
  • Bill: If I never went back to work, I don't think anyone would notice.
Dale: Sure they would, Bill. When there's suddenly enough food to go around. The point I'm trying to make is you're fat.
  • Hank: Well, I know we were hoping he'd chose something a little less... god-awful, but it seems to be keeping him out of the morgue.
  • Hank: Huh, so, uh, I noticed a lot of those chorus guys had wives.
  • Hank: Look. You seem like a nice guy, so I'll tell you this for your own good. Judging by the two times I've met you, your life has been a waste so far. Forget these chorus guys and find a nice girl or at least something productive to do, like a stamp collection. Your local postmaster can help you. Here's his number.
  • Kris: Did I just hear what I think I heard?
Bill: Probably. You're never wrong.
  • Hank: Okay, Dale, help him.
Dale: Wait, is this a trick?
Hank: Nope. Let 'er rip. Just keep it clean.
Dale: Bill! Bill, you have to be the stupidest man on the planet to think this is a good idea! Have you seen what you're wearing? That outfit makes you look like a sequined train wreck! Look at you! You're part of a 12-headed jackass! This chorus is the faeces that is produced when shame eats too much stupidity! You people make me envy the deaf and the blind! Underwear! Money! Fat!
  • Bill: But I belong to something great here. I even got a nickname - William.
  • Hank: Remember you asked if anyone would notice if you didn't go to work? Well, the Army sure noticed. If you don't get back to cut the general's hair, you're AWOL. The Army is going to lock you up for 30 years. You know how much that's going to cost them? Hundreds of thousands of dollars. I'd say that's taking notice.
Bill: But the Harmonaholics are my friends.
Hank: Are they really? All they've asked from you is to give, give, give. Well, friendship is a two-way street. Heck, you know we gave up Monday Night Football tickets to come get you? That's a friend. Not these guys.