All language subtitles for Corner Gas Animated - 02x07 - Pioneer and Deer_track3_[eng]

This is gonna be fun!

I'm super excited!

It's too early
to be super excited.

See? A yawn.

That's proof.

This is my first time

going out deer hunting
with the fellas.

Okay,

but why do you have to go out
at the break of dawn?

It doesn't seem fair
to shoot something

while they're still asleep.

We're not actually
shooting anything.

You're not?

We're not?

No, we just go out
into the woods

during deer season

to sort of participate
in the whole thing.

It's like camping,

but we don't actually
shoot anything.

Aw...

Maybe some
road signs.

Yay!

Good for you.

I mean, to be honest,

you never really struck me
as a hunter.

More of a gatherer.

Hoarder.

Bystander?

I'm trying
not to say "coward."

Look, just because this
is a farming town,

it doesn't mean everyone's
into killing stuff.

Time to go bag us
some Bambis!

Whoo-hooo!

Bam! Bam!
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

Having said that,

many people
around here

are super into
killing stuff.

♪ You think there's
not a lot going on ♪

♪ Look closer, baby
you're so wrong ♪

So none of you...

not Hank, not Davis,

have killed anything?

Ever?

Nope.

Unless a mosquito
lands on me

and starts sucking.

I will straight up
murder that.

Then what do you guys
do in the woods?

We eat hotdogs,
drink coffee, pee on stuff.

So, same thing you do
when you're not in the woods,

and zero shooting.

We still have a good time.

I like to take photos

of any animals we see.

Davis is big into tracking,

so there's a lot of crouching

and looking pensive,

and sniffing branches

or whatever.

What about Hank?

We're not going to shoot Hank.

Oh, Hank shoot something?

He's not going to
kill anything.

He's too sensitive
and emotionally delicate.

Aw!

Oh, boy!

Pioneer Days
is finally here.

Oh, my favourite event.
Ha ha!

I think this year

I'll start watching
the Butter Churnament,

then spend a couple hours
at the Fiddling Deathmatch,

and then win a few bucks
at Chicken Crap Bingo.

How does that sound?

It sounds like
I forgot to tell you

you're not going.

What? Why the hell not?

Because you've been banned
by the organizing committee.

Banned?

What does the organizing
committee have against me?

These Pioneer Days
are a joke!

The baking contest

is right beside
the livestock stench!

The hamster races
are rigged!

Half of them are gerbils!

The whole thing is a gong show.

You even got rid
of the gong show!

Do you jackass simpletons
have one brain between you?

"Simpleton" is
a medical term.

The bottom line is
you're banned,

and even if you weren't,

you still have to stay home
and guard my caulibarb.

Caulibarb?
I've never heard of--

It's my own
hybrid plant.

Because
of course it is.

Part cauliflower,
part rhubarb.

The deer go crazy for it
this time of year.

So, Oscar,
you're staying home

and guarding the garden.

Why can't
you do it?

I have to do

the Old-Timey Threshing Machine
demonstration again.

People love it.

But Karen's out hunting.

Doesn't she usually play
your pioneer woman?

Yeah, but Wanda
is happy to fill in.

Why do I have to do
your stupid play?

You just have to talk
about pioneer life.

It's all in the script.

"A Day in the Life
of a Pioneer"

with Jane T. Wright.

Why does that name
sound familiar?

I'm playing her?

She looks more like you.

Why don't you do it?

Oh, I would never dream
of stepping into her shoes.

Jane T. Wright was
the very embodiment

of the strong prairie woman.

Tough, yet tender.

Sassy, yet sweet.

Kind, yet terrifying.

Paradoxical, yet--

I got it!

She was a real
bag of snakes.

Don't worry about
the presentation.

No one's going to pay
any attention to you.

They're really there

to see me run
the old-timey thresher.

It's very exciting.

That must be why

there's so many
action movies

about agriculture.

I wanted to leave
the assassin life behind

and grow flax and barley,

but you wouldn't let me.

Looks like this farmer

is gonna be harvesting...

organs.

I don't remember
that movie.

I made it up
as a graphic example.

...and a dollar
is your change.

Keep it.

A dollar tip?

Fitzy, are you drunk?

A small thank you

for volunteering
to work the grill

at the Pioneer Days
barbecue.

Now, it is my pleasure.

I came up with a new marinade
for my chicken,

a delicate blend
of Italian herbs,

with turmeric and ginger--

Can you put it
on deer steaks

and deer sausage?

There's no deer
on the menu.

There's no menu.

It's deer.

Every year we cook up
what the hunters bring back.

You've never lived

until you've tasted
a fresh Bambi burger.

What do you people have
against Bambi?

I hope the hunters get
a good haul this year.

You never know,

because there's
no foolproof way

to lure a deer.

Caulibarb!

You can call it Barb,
you can call it Dave,

deer still won't come.

Right. Forget
I said anything.

Can do.

Look at them up there,

thinking they're so big
and macho in the front seat.

I'm riding up front
on the way home!

You getting queasy
back there, buddy?

Funny tummy?

My tummy is fine...

I mean, my gut is fine!

I have to be
up here to track.

Monitor wind shifts,
look for motion in the bush...

You're just
up there

because that's where
the Danishes are.

Hey, Hank,
what kind of flowers

are you
going to pick this year?

I don't pick flowers!

I clear bush!

Okay, all right.

I'm just saying,
when you're done,

you've usually made
a pretty nice daisy chain.

So? I like chain.

All kinds of chain.

Maybe I'll make
some chain mail.

Join a chain gang.

You got
raisin Danish?

Nobody likes raisin.

I'll eat it.

I can handle a few raisins.

You sure, Hank?

You know raisins
give you the scoots.

Deal with it!

Hey! I read your
stupid pioneer play.

It's just about
how hard the men worked,

and how tough the men were,

and how the women
just swooned around at home,

squirting out kids and bread.

Maybe that's how
it was back then.

Pioneer women contributed
a hell of a lot

to settle this country.

Look at Jane T. Wright.

What did
Jane T. Wright do?

What did she do?!

I don't know.

Didn't you write this?

I just picked it up

from stories old people
threw around town.

Go do some research
and rewrite it if you want.

I've got an old book
of Dog River history.

Go get it from Oscar.

Stupid garden...

"Go protect my caulibarb!"

If you didn't invent it,
the deer wouldn't eat it.

Ever think of that?

Oh, right, I'm alone.

Oscar!

I thought
I was alone.

Have any deer
come around here?

You haven't
shot any, have you?

You can't fire off a gun
within town limits.

If I could, I wouldn't
need the fence,

would I, genius?

So the deer can't be shot
if they're within town limits?

Uh, listen,

I was thinking
how unfair it is

that you were banned
from Pioneer Days.

If I were you,
I'd go anyway,

just to prove a point.

Maybe I will!

What's my point?

Your point is

you're a grown man

who can't be told
what to do.

Now, put on a disguise
so no one recognizes you.

A disguise?

That's a good idea.

Thanks, Lacey.

I take back the mean stuff
I said about you

this morning.

You didn't say
anything mean to me.

Not "to" you.

Hey, Brent, if you're
into taking photos,

take one of me
in this hunting gear.

I want to send it
to my dad.

Okiedoke.

That's your camera?

Shouldn't that be
on display

at Pioneer Days?

Just use my phone.

I want to text him
the pictures.

Fine, be a techno-sheep.

No skin off my nose.

How do I look?

Kind of pudgy.

Reverse the lens.

Oh, there you are,

but it's a bit dark.

There's better lighting
in that clearing.

Plus I've been itching
to pee on that shrub

since we got here.

How's it hanging?

I think I may have
found a game trail.

Cool, cool...

Hey, uh, you got
any tobacco?

Tobacco?

Yeah, smoke or chew,
either's good.

Tough guys chew,
right?

I don't.

Ha! You said it,
not me!

Ah...

You okay, Hank?

You didn't eat
that raisin Danish, did you?

No, I'm just...

I heard Brent say

he thinks I'm emotional
and delicate.

So you need a hug?

What I need
is to show him

I'm tougher
than he thinks,

so this year

I'm going to actually
shoot a deer,

but I need
something from you.

Hug time.

Bring it in,
little buddy.

No, no, no,

you have to track a deer
so I can kill it.

I just track

for the thrill
of the chase,

getting close enough
to actually see one

before they bound off
into the woods

with their puffy white tail
bouncing behind them.

I'll give you all the meat.

Done.

I do love
a good Bambi burger.

Hmm, no deer yet.

Maybe they're not as into
this caulibarb stuff

as Emma says.

Oh!

Hey.

Eat the stuff on the ground,
don't just...

Well, there you go.

Eat up, boys.

Or girls...

More where that came from.

Who are you supposed to be?

Lone Ranger.

Who are you supposed to be?

Aunt Jemima?

Yeah. I'm here
to check your syrup supply.

It's in the fridge.
I gotta go.

Hang on.

Emma said I could borrow
some history book.

Can you
find it for me?

Why can't you find it?

Because!

I can barely see out of
this giant stupid bonnet.

I mean, don't get me wrong,

if I had an operation,

it'd keep me from
licking my stitches.

Fine.

"Watch my garden."
"Find my book."

Can't anyone do
anything for themselves?

Is that the official
Lone Ranger motto?

Huh, well, that was
a waste of time.

What was?

We spent the entire
morning in the woods

and never saw a single deer.

Aw, that is
too bad,

and I was so
looking forward

to a Bambi burger.

Ah, well,

everyone will just have to try

my new grilled chicken
marinade.

Hmm...

Find anything?

Shh! We're not
gonna find anything

with you being so loud.

We gotta
bag a deer soon.

I got the blood lust now.

I'm a killing machine!

A merciless warrior!

Ugh, oh...

Did you lick a rock?

Don't tell Brent
I gagged.

You look good in this light.

You could be a model.

Really?

Like for Vogue?

I was thinking
Field & Stream.

Okay, that's enough
photos now.

Let's do some
of the other cool stuff

you guys do out here.

I want to pee
on something.

Hold on.

Let's do a few more photos,

because I really think
I could send these in somewhere.

But loosen up.

Be a bit more sultry
and alluring.

Alluring?

No way, I'd feel stupid.

There's nothing
to feel stupid about.

I wouldn't know how.

Ah, simplest thing
in the world.

You just lean
against something...

you're hot, exhausted...

lips slightly apart...

Are you thirsty?

Afraid?

Are you cold and alone?

I see...

But give me a bit more pout.

Mm...

Oh, no, my boot's untied.

No good.

Needs a new belt.

Problem is,
nobody makes belts

for these old
machines anymore.

You do whatever it takes
to make it run.

All right.

She gone?

You look ridiculous.

There's none out there.

I can't remember
another year

when we didn't even
see a deer.

Climate change
is real.

Yup.

Maybe in another
20 years,

the deer
will be extinct,

like the penguins.

Penguins
aren't extinct.

I realized that
as soon as I said it.

Hey!

Get away from there!

Okay, Jane T. Wright,

let's see what your deal was.

Boring,

boring...

bor-- hold the phone.

Oh, that can't be right.

Wow.

I was not expecting that.

We're closed
for Pioneer Days!

A-ha!

Oh!
What the hell?

Is this some kinda
Hitchcock thing?

What's going on?

Nothing.

Just woodsy forest things.

What are you doing?

Been tracking deer,
but it's strange.

All indications show
the flow travelling

in the opposite
direction

from other years.

Like, back toward town.

That doesn't mean
I want to be a model.

What?

I'm just saying
we may as well pack up camp

and head home.

A model?

For a chunky monkey,
he's got moves.

Hey, I was posing--

I mean, Karen was posing
down by the river,

and I saw these.

Aren't these those
purple flowers you like?

I hate flowers.

Okay, do you also hate
getting a boot in your tooter,

'cause that's a couple
seconds away

if you don't tell me
what's with the attitude.

Oh, now who's
sensitive?

Well, I think everyone
is going to enjoy

my rather
substantial re-write

of the pioneer play.

I think folks will be
plenty interested

in the authentic
historical details

I have unearthed
about our own Jane T. Wright.

Plenty interested indeed.

Mm-hmm, yup.

Muy, muy interestico.

Could you go
somewhere else now?

Can do.

Ah! No!

I didn't realize

there were this many deer.

That's why
we hunt them every year,

to control
the overpopulation.

Overpopulation?

Yeah.

If there's more
of them than us,

and once they get
the vote, we are--

Dammit, Nate!

I've told you
that's not the issue.

Hey! What the hell?

Oh!

Hey!

I only needed one more plop,
you jackass!

These deer are
ruining everything!

What simpletons are
on the organizing committee

this year?

And we can't even
shoot the deer in town,

so there won't be
any sausage for the barbecue.

This is about bingo!

Bingo has
been called.

Hold your cards.

Oscar, we need
to find a way

to get rid
of these deer.

Who is this, uh,
Oscar you speak of?

I'm the one who told you
to wear a disguise.

Oh, yeah.

Aah!

They can still smell
the caulibarb on me.

This is all my fault.

Why are there
so many deer in town?

It's not my fault.

That's all we know.

Oscar, I told you
you weren't allowed here,

and why are you dressed
like the Lone Ranger?

I'm not.

I mean, he's not.

Come with me.
I have an idea.

Okay, why
are you pouting?

You've been
pouting all day.

I heard you tell Karen

you thought I was sensitive
and emotionally delicate.

He didn't say
"emotionally delicate."

He said...

Oh, yeah, that is
what you said.

Does seem harsh,

now that
I hear it again.

So I said you were delicate,

and you were gonna
prove me wrong by pouting?

I was going to prove you wrong
by actually killing a deer.

Killing something
doesn't make you macho.

See? Grasshopper.

Does that make me a tough guy?

I know what you said,
and I know what you think.

Just drive.

Ugh,
that was a big one.

Ladies and gentlemen

of the fine settlement
of Dog River.

In a few minutes,
you will be witness

to the modern engineering marvel

that is an old-timey
threshing machine,

but let me be clear,

the men who settled this area

weren't the only ones
doing the work.

The women of that time,

or this time,
however we're playing this,

were every bit as important,

and many were the town's
first entrepreneurs.

In fact, as we all know,

our very own Jane T. Wright
founded the Post Office,

the first General Store,

co-operated
the local blacksmith...

but you may be
surprised to learn

she also operated...

a cat house!

Okay, that is to say...

a house of ill repute!

A whore house?

Now that I have your attention,

I will re-enact
a typical transaction

from that time.

I need a male volunteer.

Ooh, me! Me, me, me!

Success!

Thanks again.

My pleasure.

It's been two hours.
Pull up your pants.

Step right up,
ladies and gentlemen,

as I demonstrate

the pinnacle of 1905
agricultural technology.

Hey!

The wheat wagon is gone.

Who took the wheat wagon?

He's saving Pioneer Days!

Ha ha!

This is working like a charm.

Okay, but can I
sit up there with you?

Nope.

Gotta be back there

where they can smell
your caulibarb stink.

Nice.

Where are we taking
the deer, anyway?

Back to the-- Ow!
--woods?

No, they'd just turn around
and head back to town.

I have a better idea.

What was designed
to keep them out

is now keeping them in.

How's that for larceny?

Do you mean "irony"?

I might.

Won't Emma be mad

that they're eating
all her other plants?

Sure. Mad as hell,

but she'll never know
it was me,

thanks to
your disguise idea.

Um... okay,

but let's not mention
the "my idea" part?

The shots you took
of me are good,

but the ones I took
are awesome.

Well, you had
an awesome model.

You are kind of sexy
in these shots.

Everyone's saying so.

Everyone?

Yeah. I posted some online,

and you've had an offer
to appear in a magazine.

Really? Which one?

It's called
"Out & Outdoors."

"The wilderness
adventure magazine

for gay men."

Hmm... I guess I really
was bringing the heat,

wasn't I?

It sucks that I never
got to prove to Brent

that I'm rugged enough
to shoot a deer.

Well, if
you're serious,

now's your chance.

Guess my tracking skills
are still on point.

You didn't track him.
He just showed up.

Did he?

Or did I get inside his mind?

No, he just showed up.

Okay, fine,

but he's outside
the town limit sign.

Legally fair game.

Aw, I can't do it.

Brent was right.

I'm soft!

Ooh...

looks like we're gonna have
deer sausage after all!

Yay! Whoo!

Well, that was gross.

Now you know why
I just track 'em.

Hey... everyone's talking
about your dramatic retooling

of the Jane T. Wright story.

I had everyone
in the palm of my hand,

till Emma fired up
the deer grinder.

Yeah, but I think
you're a bit mixed up.

Jane ran a house of women, yes,

because she took in
a lot of widows at the time,

and she also
took in stray cats.

It was a literal cat house.

Oh. Ah, well, who cares?

I never let a few facts

get in the way
of a good story.

I guess we'll never know
who that masked man was

who saved
Pioneer Days.

It was me!
I saved the day.

Oh, please.

Emma asked the stranger
directly if he was you,

and he clearly
said he wasn't.

Yup. Guess
we'll never know.

It was me, I tell ya!

I'm a hero!

Ya simpletons!

You were right, Brent.

I had that deer
right in my sights

and couldn't
pull the trigger.

I guess I'm weak.

That doesn't
make you weak.

Listen, guys like
you and me are strong.

Stronger than
those other dudes.

What do you mean?

Well, neither of us
can kill a deer,

yet here were are,
happily eating one.

It takes a lot
of inner strength

to overcome that level
of hypocrisy.

Really?

It would crush
most men.

But...

Huh... when you
put it that way...

Yeah.

I guess we are
kinda tough.

Mm!

Wow, I hate
to say it,

but these
Bambi burgers

are delicious.

Thanks for killing
that deer, Hank.

Oh, I didn't.

I just, uh...

oh, my God,

I killed Bambi!

No!

You know he's
emotionally delicate.

♪ I don't know

♪ The same things
you don't know ♪

♪ I don't know

♪ I just... don't know

♪ Ooh

♪ It's a great big place

♪ Ooh

♪ Full of nothin' but space

♪ Ooh

♪ And it's my happy place

♪ I don't know