All language subtitles for Just Shoot Me s07e17 My Fair Finchy

Where the hell is this damn elevator?
It's taking forever.

Maybe we ought to look at this as an
opportunity.

I mean, you and I are always so busy we
never get to really connect. What's

going on with you, man? Where's Jack
Gallo at?

Hey, guys.

We've been waiting 20 minutes for the
elevator.

And only 18 of that was foreplay.

Hey, Rhonda, you remember Elliot?

Sure.

How's it going?

Hi. Can't complain.

Jack, I'd like you to meet a special
lady.

Some.

Oh, this is cheap money buckets.

You look like a couple of handfuls of
fun.

Why don't we pop some buttons off that
vest and watch the raft inflate?

She seems lovely.

I'll be right back with this, Mr. Gallo.

Hey, listen, when you're finished here,
could you take another run at my office?

Your first pass was pretty shoddy. I'll
get to it when I get to it.

I don't get it. She worked so hard for
you, but she won't do a damn thing for

me. Nina, do you know why I'm such a
wealthy, successful man?

Because your grandparents exploited
immigrant labor in sweatshops and left

blood money to you?

Well, that gave me a boost in the
beginning.

But since then, it all boiled down to my
ability to motivate people.

Marjorie does a beautiful job cleaning
my office because I treat her with

kindness.

Thank you, Marjorie.

Wow.

Way to line a trash can.

Thank you. And might I say that you're
an excellent duster.

You should see the way I clean windows.

Indeed I should, pretty lady.

I'm going to go do your office right
now. Might I also add you have a

ass.

Hey, your new boyfriend's on his way up.
Oh, Adam is so great. We met at a self

-fulfillment seminar.

It's so great to be with someone who
gets you.

Sounds like me and Rhonda. The way he
listens, the way he understands.

The way she cuffs me, the way she
doesn't leave bruises.

Hi. Great news.

I got us tickets to the Albee play
tonight.

Oh, I'm supposed to go out with a
friend.

But I know you have abandonment issues
from your parents' divorce, and I'd hate

to unearth those feelings.

Oh, I appreciate your acknowledging
that, but go with your friend.

Being an only child nurturing peer
relationships must be incredibly

you. I feel so validated.

Me too.

Dude's such a loser.

Yeah. Wouldn't it be great if somebody
hit him in the throat with a baseball

and crushed his larynx?

Dude, what's wrong with you?

I don't know.

I mean, you know, this thing with Maya,
it's complicated.

You know, obviously we have the thing,
you know, our history from before, and

then we slept together, you know, as
friends. I've got to tell you, when I

her with this guy, it just kind of bugs
me.

I guess I don't know what to feel.

Yeah, I know what you're going through.

Last night, Rhonda shaved my chest and
dressed me up like Gwen Stefani.

You know what? Just forget it, man. No,
no, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Listen.

You guys had a plan.

And obviously, Maya's moving forward, so
maybe you should too, you know? Yeah,

you're right. What am I moping around
for?

I'm Elliot DeMauro. You are, man.

I'm Elliot DeMauro.

Hey, baby.

You got three seconds to grab a part of
me you never grabbed before.

No, no, no.

Healthy squeeze.

Oh, mama mia.

That was good.

Hey, Jack's tanning. I have to flip him
over, honey. Put that cloth on.

Hey, Rhonda. I know it might be none of
my business, but I got to ask you

something. Yeah, it's pierced.

No.

Do you feel like your relationship with
Finch is healthy?

That's a little personal. I mean, don't
you crave tenderness, understanding, a

real emotional connection?

You can get that from a man.

Yes. Set the bar higher.

Dennis should be treating you with
respect.

You don't know what you're talking
about.

Venice treats me with plenty of respect.

Oh, there's my baby.

Wait, you hear that?

What? I don't hear anything.

Yeah, that's the sound of nobody being
spanked. Oh, oh, oh, there it is again.

Oh,

Marjorie, you haven't been by my office
today.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Nina and I got to talking. You know, we
have a lot in common.

So now your office gets done and mine
doesn't?

Don't worry. I'll put in a good word for
you. She's kind of my girl now.

Do you think you can just stroll in
here, fake a few pleasantries, and beat

at my own game?

I've been pretending to be nice since
before you were born.

Dennis, I want you to find out
everything you can about a Marjorie

The maid?

Dude, you can invite her now.

Stop it.

Nina thinks she can out -charm me.

Nobody out -charms me.

What's that heart on your neck? Have you
been branded?

Oh, no.

No, Rhonda heated up a belt buckle, gave
me a little love burn.

This woman, is she holding you against
your will?

No, I like her.

Gotcha.

She's watching us, right?

Blink three times if you want me to call
the authorities.

Jack, no, it's not like that. We have a
safe word. Rhonda's never going to hurt

me as long as I say applesauce.

Oh, wait, apple juice.

Oh, my God, apple cider? Oh, my God.

Mm -hmm.

Hey, baby.

You want to make a finch omelet?

You know what?

Before we just jump right into bed, we
need to discuss our feelings.

All right. Well, I'm feeling really
horny. Hey, I need you to take this

seriously.

Okay. I'm sorry.

I'm feeling really horny.

Don't get it.

I'm talking about an emotional
connection here. I want us to take our

relationship to a deeper level.

Deeper level. You know, you sound like
you sound exactly like... Maya.

She opens up my eyes. I have a right to
expect more from the men in my life. And

until you are willing to fulfill me
emotionally, you cannot fulfill me

physically.

Well...

In the meantime, can you fulfill me
physically?

Don't rip your arms off. No.

No, no, no. Apple fritter!

Sam.

Here you go. Background check on one
Marjorie Moynihan.

Plays the recorder, loves shrimp, hates
clams.

This stuff is gold.

Marjorie, I have some cobwebs on my
ceiling. I'd get them down myself, but I

threw my back out while jamming on the
recorder.

You play the recorder?

So do I. Get out of town.

them that you had with your sister, I
have the solution.

You do?

Oh, no, I can also help with your
sister's saliva.

That can't be right.

It's Sylvia. Ah. Well, obviously, I care
a little more about you. Not true. I

care more, or else how would I know that
you went to the University of Florida?

Dammit, Dennis, learn to type!

This is amazing.

Here I thought I was just a cleaning
lady, but...

You guys really care about me as a
person.

Uh, okay.

You two are probably the best friends I
have in the whole world.

Oh, that can't be true.

Oh, yeah, yeah, ever since my dog died.

Hey, you want to hear the song I wrote
about her?

Can't wait.

I live by the highway.

Here comes the truck.

What do you think you're doing? You've
ruined Rhonda.

I didn't ruin her.

You know, I've met a lot of girls, and
some were filthy and some were dirty.

she was filthy and dirty. She had it
all.

Rhonda deserves better, and if you are
going to be with her, then you need to

treat her with dignity and respect.

Respect? What?

Chivalrous? What are you doing to me?
I'm helping you.

I don't know if Rhonda's the one, but
you're never going to be in a long

-lasting relationship.

If you don't open up a little
emotionally.

You don't know what you're talking
about. Oh, oh, I do. I know you, Finch.

And I know that behind the flip
comments, there's a guy who wants more.

A guy who doesn't want to end up alone
on a park bench feeding stale bread to

the pigeons.

I don't want to feed the stale pigeons.

I can help. Hey, why don't you and
Rhonda come over for dinner tonight with

and I, and you can watch us interact as
a couple.

Yeah. Bless you. Oh, it's going to be
okay.

Okay, you can take your head out of my
chest now.

But it's nice down here.

This is Colette, my new beautiful
girlfriend.

Oh, hello, Colette. I'm with her as a
result of moving on.

I used to be over here, and now I'm over
here.

Elliot, I'm bored.

Can we have sex?

Not now, honey. Here, here's a buck. Go
buy yourself a peppermint patty.

Okay, what's going on? Nothing. I mean,
you and I had something, you know, and

then we ended up sleeping together as
friends, and it was cool.

But now it's over, you know, sever the
ties, and I couldn't be happier.

Good, I'm glad. I love you. Take me
back.

What? No, I need you. I want you. I'll
crawl through broken glass to get you.

What about Colette? She's nothing. She's
a prop. Look at her over there eating

peppermint patties. What's up with that?

Elliot, you don't love me. It's very
sweet. Every time I get serious about a

guy, you get jealous. But if I was
single, you wouldn't give me a second

That's not true. You have done it
before. You only want what you can't

So? Can we go back to your place and
make love?

Fine.

Dinner was delicious, sweetie. I
appreciate you taking the time to cook

long day at work. Oh, thank you. And I
appreciate you being so attuned to the

competing concerns facing the modern
woman.

Maya, I would like to add that watching
how you command respect...

without compromising your values,
validates my sense that I can grow as a

person.

I like the yams.

I felt that they were very validating to
my tummy.

He's trying. You can't expect to reach
the level of communication that Adam and

I have overnight.

I'm sorry, Dennis, if I diminished your
sense of self.

Thank you, Rhonda. And I do care about
your feelings.

And to reiterate, I really like the air.

Okay. Well, now, if you all join me in
the living room, it's time to have some

fun.

Maya has invented a wonderful game in
which you match poetic verses with the

romantic poets who wrote them. And
here's the twist.

On the card is a picture of the poet's
mouth.

I call it Romantic Poets' Mouths, or
Ropomo.

Finch, you want to go first?

Ah, sure.

Ropomo!

Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waist
are but solid decorations all of the

tomb of man.

Ocean's gray. It's not Nipsey Russell.

I tell you what, I don't know if he
writes poetry, but I'd bet my life that

mouth belongs to Mr. Matt Lauer.

Sorry, it's William Cullen Bryant. Damn
it! I knew that. I know him. Sis, stop.

I'm sorry, honey. I didn't know that
one. I was covering.

Well, your willingness to expose your
weaknesses makes me feel closer to you.

You guys, that's beautiful. That's
exactly what this is about, getting to

know each other.

I appreciate your willingness to accept
me as I really am. And I appreciate you

making a genuine effort for this
evening.

Perhaps when we get home tonight, I will
reward you with a...

Type of job? That is not a job, per se.

That sounds lovely.

Maybe I'll respond with reciprocity.

I'm sure that would lead to validation.

I intend to meet your emotional needs
all night long.

I hope your parking garage accepts
multiple validations.

You're just dressing up your dirty talk.

No, Maya.

No, this is a genuine expression of our
emotions.

Yes, Maya. And our feelings are no less
valid because they're of a getting -it

-on nature.

I'm just saying, don't confuse the two.
Adam and I don't. We have a pure

emotional bond and a physical life
filled with passion.

I wouldn't exactly call it passion.

What?

Excuse us.

Is everything okay?

Sharing your opinion of our sex life
with others makes me feel diminished.

I find your use of the word diminished
to be accusatory.

Calling me accusatory when you started
this belittles my intelligence.

I think your overreaction to my comment
reflects an issue that preceded me.

Well, I think you're a stupid head.

Jerk.

Jerk to infinity, get out!

What are you doing?

Final strip ropomo.

This buddy -buddy thing with Marjorie is
a nightmare.

She made me a T -shirt that says friend
plus pal equals frow.

You think that's bad? She gave me this
friendship bracelet.

I had it appraised. It's worthless.

Hey, Jack. Hey, Frail.

Guess what? I got three tickets to the
medieval fair tonight.

Marjorie, we need to talk.

God's teeth.

Pray thee to speak, my lord.

Uh -huh.

Listen, Nina and I got into a petty
competition.

Which may have led you to believe that
we cared about you more than we actually

do.

Well, how much do you care about me?
Very, very little.

Even less.

How could you do this to me?

I might not be the most stable person,
and I might have to take medication to

control my episodes, but I don't deserve
to be treated this way! Nobody does!

Nobody does!

That guy's just messing with me.

Oh, it's some practical joke.

More mead?

Just give me the jug.

Hey. We need to talk.

I was out with Colette tonight and all I
could think of was you. We just have to

get back together.

Oh, Elliot, come on. You're thinking,
and maybe in the past I did act

impulsively, but this is different. I've
changed. And this has nothing to do

with jealousy. Absolutely not.

And if I were single, you would dive
right in. Head first.

Adam and I broke up.

That's great.

So, uh, you think we should give it
another go? Yeah.

Well, I still have all the wedding plans
from when we were engaged. We could get

that rolling and think about starting a
family.

Okay. What do you think about Alexandra
for a girl's name?

It's pretty.

That window's nailed shut. Oh, my God, I
can't breathe in here. It's like a

tournament.

Elliot, I do not want to have a
relationship with you.

Really? Yes.

We're friends. That's what we were meant
to be.

Yeah, right.

I know.

I mean, I do have this pattern where I
just get nuts when you're with another

guy. I know.

Come on, hey, I'm sorry about you and
Adam. You seem like an okay guy.

Oh, thanks. But if the truth be told,
there's this guy in my book club, Jason,

and he gave me his phone number. I think
I might call him. He's kind of cute.

Why to Vegas? We can be married tonight.

Go home, Elliot.

Yeah, it's probably best. Yeah, I think
so.

Okay, bye. Oh,

hey, you guys.

Where have you been? You went in to get
your coats, and then I heard...

Begging and screaming and some muffled
cries.

We were just goofing around.

Right, Muppet?

Yeah, it's lots of fun. Hey, if you see
your dad, can you give him this message?

It don't matter what I wanna do.

It's got a mind of its own.

Life keeps bringing me back to you.