All language subtitles for i.think.you.should.leave.with.tim.robinson.s01e01.720p.web.x264-wayne

Obviously, I'd love to work for you,

and I appreciate you taking the time
to meet with me.

I... I feel good about it.
I hope I didn't do too much talking.

No, you were great.

You were great.
[giggles]

-I hope to hear from you soon.
-We'll be in touch.

Really nice meeting you.

Nice to meet you as well.

Okay.

[door clicks]

Oh!

Looks like you push.

Oh, it does both.

-What?
-It does both.

I was here yesterday,
and it actually goes both ways.

Oh, okay.

Okay, see you.

[menacing music playing]

[creaking]

[creaking]

[grinding]

[creaking continuing]

[loud creaking]

[climactic music building]

[man] See?

Hope to hear from you soon.

["Big Flame (Is Gonna Break My Heart
In Two)" by Doris Wilson playing]

Have you been the victim of unfair
treatment by a business or a corporation?

Has this ever happened to you?

You bought a house,
it was not disclosed to you

that there was a termite infestation
in the walls and in the moldings,

so you have to take it upon yourself

to call your own
termite extermination company,

but when the guys show up,

they immediately ask
if they can use your bathroom,

then for over two hours,
they take turns going in and out of there,

taking huge mud pies and over-flushing?

Then they go in there together,

and you hear a bunch of scrounging around,

and then you hear a bunch of yelling,

and one of them is standing
in the bathroom doorway shouting at you

that his friend's foot's
stuck in the toilet,

and he says,
"Help him! You got to help him!"

And when you go in there to help him,

he just pulls it out easily and laughs
'cause his foot wasn't stuck.

It wasn't stuck at all,
he was just faking it.

And then they get really serious and say,
"It's Turbo time!"

And they both start running around
the house as fast as they can

and jumping over the couches.

But when you try and jump in,
they yell at you and they say,

"You're not part
of the Turbo Team! Don't run!

You don't run with us!
We're the ones who run!

Until you're part of this Turbo Team,

walk... slowly!"

So you go and lay down
to be by yourself and read your art books,

but then the next day,
you went into the bathroom,

and it looked like the hole
in your toilet had shrunk.

"How could that be? There's no way
they could have shrunk the toilet."

But then you saw in the trash

a receipt from Home Depot

for a toilet the exact same size as yours,

but with a joke hole
that's just for farts!

They replaced your real toilet
with a fart toilet,

and now you can't take
a dump in your house

'cause your toilet can't suck 'em down,

and you feel sick to your stomach!

Has that ever happened to you?!

Call me right now, please.

["Blending Soul" by Soul Blenders playing]

[applause]

[crooning]
♪ Who will be the Baby of the Year? ♪

♪ Look at their rolls ♪

♪ Look at their folds ♪

♪ Look at their rummy, bummy tummies ♪

♪ Heads are round
Bellies are squishy ♪

[in hard rock style]
♪ Look at their toes ♪

♪ Like so many curled canned shrimp ♪

[crooning] ♪ Are they ticklish? ♪

♪ Are they jigglish? ♪

♪ Can they be tricked?
Can they be chucked? ♪

♪ Which ones will move? ♪

♪ Which ones will talk? ♪

♪ But more important
Which ones can dance? ♪

♪ Oh, who will be Baby of the Year? ♪

[cheering and applause]

[host] Thank you.

Welcome back.

It's been a grueling three months,

but we've narrowed it down

-to three chubby little babies.
-[applause]

From Salisbury, North Carolina,
Michael Patrick Porkins.

[cheering and applause]

From Luverne, North Dakota,

little Taffy Lee Fubbins.

[applause]

And the bad boy of the competition,
Bart Harley Jarvis.

-[hard rock music playing]
-[audience booing]

Fuck you, Harley Jarvis!

-[booing]
-Fuck you, Harley Jarvis!

Get her out! Goddamn it!

[clears throat]

Judges, do you need any more information
to help with your decision?

I have firmly made up my mind.

I would like more information.

-I'm a wreck right now.
-I understand.

This is a hard decision.

Let's hear once again
from the babies' pediatrician.

[applause]

[clears throat]

Baby Porkins is 99th percentile

in weight and 10th percentile in height.

[host chuckles]

We got a certified chode on our hands.

Little tuna can.

Baby Fubbins is also
90th percentile in weight.

Ooh! Another chode.

Mr. Jarvis is one of the most
aggressive babies I've ever met.

-[audience booing]
-He has a massive underbite

and completely flat back of the head.

I hope you fucking die, Harley Jarvis!

Get... him... out of here!

I'm honestly done.
I don't want to read anymore.

Yeah. Don't let it ruin your day, okay?
You're still a great doctor.

All right, judges, do you need more time?

It's Porkins by a mile.

-[applause]
-The button nose, the apple cheeks...

He's the best baby.

If Taffy Lee Fubbins
isn't the Best Baby of the Year,

I'll kill myself on live TV.

Stop saying that.

All right, that... That's it.

I have to get this off my chest.

"Earlier today, when I was waiting
to use the private bathroom,

I witnessed
Michael Patrick Porkins' father

performing oral on the mystery judge
of the competition."

[audience clamoring]

"I've been conflicted about
whether to say anything,

because I feel like
Michael Patrick Porkins

could win it even without the oral.

His father didn't need to do the oral."

And that is why this is so tough...

for me to tell about the oral.

Oh, man, that's a bummer.

Might fuck this whole thing up.

While the judges make their decision,

let's watch our In Memoriam segment.

Oh, no.

Calm down, they're old ones.
They don't stay babies forever, idiot.

-[gentle acoustic music playing]
-Fucking stupid asshole.

Little Denny Doo Dinkins,

92, respiratory failure.

Shirley Cratsworth Shane,

78, car crash.

In Memoriams
don't usually include how they died.

Shut up.

Little Jeffy Jeremy,

96, throat slashed.

God.

-[glass shatters]
-[woman screaming]

Someone get her!
She's trying to get Jarvis!

All right, you know what? This is dumb.
Dump it. Trash it. This one's garbage.

Tiny Dinky Daffy,

92, pancaked by drunk
dump truck driver.

["Big Flame (Is Gonna Break My Heart
In Two)" by Doris Wilson playing]

-[camera clicks]
-Let me see it.

-Oh, yeah, that's good. That's great.
-Thank you.

-Thank you. Is it cute?
-Yeah, so cute.

-Send it to me.
-Me too.

Yeah, okay. Sending now.

Okay.

Look what I just posted.

"Brunch with these two dumdums."

[woman 2] Oh, my gosh, so good.

Is this good? I said,
"Sunday funday with these idiots."

-Yeah, that's good. That's great. So cute.
-So cute.

Okay, okay, so cute.
Look what I just posted.

"Eating crap with these sacks of shit.

If they died tomorrow,
no one would shed a tear."

So cute?

Wait, what the hell?

Well, you called me a dumdum,
and she called me an idiot, so...

Yeah, when you post a pic of yourself
where you look really cute,

then you have to say something
self-deprecating

so it doesn't look like
you're just bragging.

Oh! Okay... got it.

-Sorry.
-Yeah.

-[clears throat] All right, this is good.
-Okay.

"Slapping down some pig shit

with these fat fucks,
and I'm the fattest of them all.

If I died tomorrow,
no one would shed a tear.

Load my fricking lard carcass
into the mud.

No coffin, please,
just wet, wet mud...

bae."

Jesus, Brenda...

-You called me a dumdum.
-Right, it's like a term of endearment.

Okay. All right. I got you.

-Okay.
-Okay.

"Gulping down some pig dicks
with these bags of meat.

Sunday funday with these pig dicks.

Hope nobody gulps us."

So are we the pig dicks
or the bags of meat?

Let me try another.

"Slurping down fish piss
with these wet chodes.

Total tuna cans.
Put a bullet in their fucking brains

and leave their wet bodies
on the side of the road.

Boo caught me sleeping."

You're not sleeping.

-Okay, let me try another one.
-Okay.

"Sitting here with two bona fide
pieces of hog shit."

-No.
-[woman 2] Basically the same thing.

"They're mad 'cause I won Best Hog
at the hog shit snarfing contest,

but I'm not mad,
'cause we're all loads of beef,

sitting on the side of a highway

getting our butts sucked by flies."

-I tagged you both in that.
-Why?

Why are you guys bullying me?

♪ Baby, baby, baby, baby, ba-ba-bay ♪

♪ Whoa, baby, baby, ba-ba-bay ♪

All right, I'm gonna...

-Maybe I'll go for this.
-That could be a good one.

-Is this you?
-Yeah.

Oh, my... This is perfect.

Babe, we were just talking about

how we needed a new salt and pepper
shaker set. Remember this?

-Thank you. This is incredible.
-[woman] I'm so glad you like it.

There's a gift receipt in case
you want to get something that's...

Won't need it, 'cause this is perfect.

-Thank you.
-Happy birthday.

[man] Thank you.

That one's mine.
I forgot to put my name on it.

Cool, all right.

-Cool.
-[gift giver] Yeah, it's a wreath.

The guy at the store
said he has the same one.

He said it works great.

-Thank you so much, Lev.
-Yeah, there's a gift receipt in there

if you want to exchange it
for something that's more you.

Okay, cool. Thanks.

But you like it?

I like it, Lev.

Great.

Then give me back the receipt.

What?

Prove it.

You said you like it.

Give me back the gift receipt.

You don't need it anymore.

-Lev, he likes the gift.
-Then he doesn't need the gift receipt.

I'm just gonna put all this stuff together

in the same pile over here,
if that's cool?

Okay.

Ooh! I think I know who this is from.

If you love it as much as you say you do,

and as much as you have been saying...

then it shouldn't be a problem
if I take the receipt back.

Okay.

Yeah.

Here you go.

Jesus.

-Glad you like it. Happy birthday.
-Thanks.

Um, let... Let me open... Who...?

-Oh, that one's ours.
-All right.

[laughs]

Are you serious? Firefighter pugs?

Honey, we got to put this
up on our fridge.

This is incredible!

-We just thought it was cute.
-And you'd be fine if I ate it?

-Huh?
-The gift receipt.

You'd be fine if I ate it?

Why would you eat it?

You said you liked the gift.

So you wouldn't have any qualms

if I ate the gift receipt
and it didn't exist anymore.

Right, Rick? Right, Melissa?

Uh... I don't have any qualms.

You can eat it if you like.

Awesome.

Down the hatch, bon appétit.

[Melissa] Should we open another gift?

Ye... Yes.

[chuckles] Yes.

Uh, okay, how about this one?

I think I know what's in this one.

Oh, whoa!

Hey! I just heard an interview
of this guy!

This is so interesting. Thank you.

[Lev] I hate to do this,

but I'm afraid our gracious host
didn't wipe properly.

What are you talking about?

When you went to the bathroom earlier
to do the mud pie...

you must have used

too small of a slice of toilet paper
when you wiped,

and you got mud pie on your hands,

and then you touched the receipt,

and then I ate the receipt,

-and now I'm sick off of your mud pie.
-What the hell are you talking about?

You're probably sick 'cause you ate paper,
you fricking psycho.

No, I eat paper all the time!

What I don't like to make a habit of doing

is eating mud pie!

Why do you even eat paper?!
That doesn't even make sense!

Okay, you guys, calm down! This is insane!

There's a simple solution to this.

Jacob hasn't touched my gift receipt
because he likes my gift.

So we just have someone else
eat my gift receipt

-and see if they get sick.
-But it can't be Jacob,

'cause he's gonna pretend he's not sick
even if it's caked in pure shit.

[Melissa] I'll do it.

I'll eat the receipt to solve the problem.

And Jacob doesn't touch it!

[woman]
That's right. And if Melissa gets sick,

then that means that paper makes you sick.

But if Melissa doesn't get sick,

then that means Lev ate the mud pie.

There is no mud pies, okay?

And I genuinely like the gifts.

Swear to fucking God?

Yes.

Then let my wife eat the fucking receipt.

[murmuring]

Oka... Okay.

I am now sanitizing my hands.
I have not gone to the bathroom yet today.

I took a shower last night
after I took a piss and shit.

Now... someone hand me the receipt.

Jacob, don't you get anywhere near that!

[Melissa inhales deeply]

-[Rick] How you doing, honey?
-[Melissa] I feel...

fine.

-[partygoers gasp]
-Paper doesn't make you sick on its own.

-He used too small a piece.
-Lev's probably not even sick!

-He's probably faking it!
-You son of a bitch!

[groans in pain]

[Rick] Jacob was lying about the mud pie.

And if he was lying
about something as simple

as grabbing too small a slice,

that probably means
he doesn't like the gift either.

-Exactly!
-But you liked my gift, right, Jacob?

-Yes!
-What about Rick and Melissa's?

You piece of shit!

-Rick!
-Fuck!

Somebody call 911.

-Oh, my God.
-Tell 'em to send an ambulance.

Tell 'em it's...

the ugly house on Kenmore.

The one where you can see
the KFC sign through their front window.

♪ Happy birthday... ♪

-[yelling] No!
-♪ ...to you--♪

-Don't let Jacob touch that!
-[partygoers gasp]

Everybody, let's get out of here.

This place is covered head-to-toe in shit.

[footsteps]

[sighs]

[Lev] All you had to do...

was like the gift...

and not have a big old mud pie
on the bottom of your butt.

It's not a big deal.

You had a big mud pie,
you had too small of a slice,

then I ate the mud pie,

now my stomach's absolutely fucked.

[sighs]

Shouldn't have had such a sloppy mud pie.

Get off me, man.

Fine!

Nobody likes your house anyway.

[melancholic instrumental music playing]

You should know...

your wife kissed me on the cheek
when I got here.

Now look at you...

all alone.

Everybody's going to party at my house.

Happy birthday, Jacob.

I just...

I was just trying not to use
a ton of paper towel.

I just hope Lev's all right.

Okay, you guys, I've got Lev in my car,
so just follow us.

Lev, what's your address?

[screams]

[instrumental music continuing]