All language subtitles for cybill_s03e02_venice_or_bust

Do you mind?

I'm thinking.

Well, think about this.

Art's classic potato chips. For snacking
fun, just add you.

Whoa, excellent chip.

Hey, go get your own.

I'm going over by the Last Supper.
They've already eaten.

art's chips every chip a masterpiece
loving one who

loves you and them taking that bow nice
work if you can get it and if you

get it won't you tell

forcing people to torture me like this?

Hey, they wanted to.

Right?

Marianne?

Congratulations, Zoe. I loved being 16.

She's 18.

18's the worst.

Happy Zoe's birthday, Kev.

So they dragged you over here too, huh?

No, I don't mind. I don't sleep anymore.

I just lie in bed mourning my lost job,
surveying the twisted wreckage of my

life. Uh -huh. Is there coffee?

Yes. It'll be soup of the day's bitter
disappointment. Could you hang this?

Hello, Marianne. Aren't you a little
overdressed for breakfast?

I came straight from a party at Geraldo
Rivera's.

I didn't know you knew him.

I don't. He was on his course begging
people to come in.

Uh,

could you help me here?

Oh, it's awkward.

Except for your hand on my ass, I don't
know where our relationship is.

Or if we even have one.

Ivor, there is nothing wrong with our
relationship.

Sure, we can only make love on the
phone. That's not so weird.

I knew a woman who could only make love
eating lo mein out of a hat.

Maybe we're putting too much emphasis on
consummating our relationship.

Out of a hat?

Look, I think it's important that we
spend some time exploring each other's

interests. All right, get back on the
ladder.

Okay, after breakfast, we're going to
look at a video of your very first

birthday. Your father's got a perm. He
looks like the forgotten Bee Gees.

Happy birthday, baby. Oh, Daddy, come
on. Help me. They're forcing me to have

fun. Make it stop.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

No, come on. You're not going to make me
bat at some donkey filled with steel

candy. Come on. Actually, Zoe, this year
we filled it with money. Oh, my God.

the mysteries of Indonesian cooking.

What's so mysterious?

You eat raw meat and pour pepper down
your throat.

Whistle your way to inner peace.

I already know how to do that.

Martini!

You know, this is going to be so great.

After Zoe moves out, I'll have time to
take all the courses I want.

She won't be there to tell me how stupid
they are.

She won't be there to mock my homework.

She won't be there to... She won't be
there.

I'm confused. Are we sad about this or
happy? We're both.

We're sappy.

Come on, let's find a class.

If Ira and I are going to share
interests, I better get some. Well, you

find a class on Ira, because that's his
only real interest.

Look, a sculpting class.

Sybil, darling, sculpting requires
artistic talent.

Hey, I have artistic talent.

Look.

What is it?

I don't know, but I'm going to smear it
on my butt and apply for a grant from

the NEA.

Hi.

Hey, ladies.

Why don't you just find an empty place?
We'll get started in a minute or two.

Darling, try some lipstick or mascara.

Anything to draw attention away from the
fact that you haven't a body.

That's my mother.

I made it from a plaster mold of her
face.

Oh, beautiful.

When I was a Girl Scout, I made a
portrait of my mother out of macaroni

But I left it outside on the back porch
and some red ants carried off her mouth.

We'll take our seats back now.

Shame on you.

Sucking up to the teacher and his ugly
mother's bust.

I was not sucking up. I really like it.

Hey, I wonder if he'd do one of Rachel,
Zoe, and me to commemorate my rite of

passage as my last baby leaves the nest.

When my son left the nest, I
commemorated my rite of passage by

into a shoe closet.

Well, that was nice, too.

Welcome, everyone. Why don't we all just
start to get a feel for the clay while

our life model gets ready, okay?

I'm beginning to feel my creative juices
flowing.

Show some respect, Marianne. It's always
naked. That's what models in art class

do.

Wowie!

What?

Miss Sheridan?

Is that you?

Is it me? Who?

It's me, Ricky Sabludowsky. I went to
summer camp with Rachel.

You were always really, really nice to
me.

Is there something you forgot to tell
me, Mrs. Robinson?

So how is Rachel?

She's naked.

Married.

She's married.

Hey, remember the time you caught us
behind the garage?

I was so embarrassed.

Yeah, well, you're not embarrassed
anymore.

Sorry, not one bit.

Well, if I'm going to sculpt you, I'm
going to need more penis.

What? What?

Rachel, I've made an important
discovery. If I fold these shirts in

lengthwise, you know, rather than doing
a trifold, I only have to fold them once

horizontally, saving me two whole steps.

Three, if it's a long -sleeve shirt.

Stop talking about laundry.

You have no job, Kevin.

We have no future. What are we going to
do?

Hi, Zoe.

So why are you guys doing laundry over
here? Are you broke?

No, our dryer's broken. Our washer's
broken.

Hmm.

I'm not sure I believe you.

Oh, look who's here.

How'd you get in here without your
wings, you little angel?

Oh, my gosh.

So, what's going on, y 'all? Well,
Kevin's emasculation continues and

slides closer to the abyss.

That's the news. I'm Zoe Woodbine. Good
night.

Our misfortune may be fodder for your
post -adolescent mockery, but let me

remind you.

William, did you teach your daddy how to
do that? I bet you did.

Oh, Rachel, I ran into an old friend of
yours, Ricky Zabludowsky. That scrawny

runt? That scrawny runt sends you his
best, which is pretty damn good.

Oh, you know what? My sculpture class is
tomorrow. It's in your neighborhood.

How about I stop by your house?

Um, tomorrow's no good.

We're sick. We're fumigating. Well,
we're sick of the fumes.

We've got to go. Bye.

Bye, Mom.

Thanks for letting us do our laundry,
Mom.

We're weirder than usual, Mom.

Hey, Sib, Zoe ready for the movies?

Zoe!

Your father's here!

So, uh, Marianne tells me you're taking
a sculpture class. How was it?

Long, but not hard.

Oh, hi, Dad.

Great news. I can't go with you.

Nina just called, and we got the place
in Venice Beach. I'll be moving out on

Friday. This Friday?

I don't know if that's good for me.

How about 1998?

Venice Beach? What, nothing's available
in Bosnia?

Yeah, Zoe, Venice is dangerous. The
crime rate is through the roof, people

drugs in front of you, and they have
problems with gangs.

Don't worry about gangs. I'll get in
one. I know people.

Very funny, but it's not helping your
case any, Missy.

There is no case.

Where I choose to live is my own
decision, besides you guys both had

in New York City when you were my age.
Well, when I was your age, I was older

and taller, and taller's important,
especially in New York City where things

tall. So there's the rule. New York City
tall, Venice Beach not for you.

I'm done.

My situation was completely different.

I had to get out. My mother was
smothering and overbearing.

Thanks, Zora.

Besides, I was a guy.

Are you saying if Zoe was a guy, it'd be
okay for her to move to Venice?

That's exactly what I'm saying. I'm not
going to allow my daughter to move

someplace I don't approve of. You're not
going to allow?

Haven't you heard that women aren't
property?

Zoe has the right to move anywhere she
wants to, and I, for one, am proud of

her. Proud enough to buy me a
refrigerator?

Absolutely. Thanks, Mom. You're the
greatest.

You're paying for half.

Oh, yes, you are.

So, this is one of your interests?

I'm interested.

Relax, Ira.

Concentrate on the exquisite drape of
Jerome's design.

And stop moving.

It's not a disco.

Call me crazy, but I can't stand still
when there are pins near my crotch.

So, Ira, what do you think?

It's just a different look for me.

Oh, Ira, you are the main course on a
big plate of now.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm the catch of the day.

I'm the house blend.

I feel confident. I feel smooth.

I can go anywhere. I can do anything.

Wait.

There's no fly.

Okay. Now, it's really simple.

I lay these plaster strips across your
faces.

Only little straws help you breathe.
Couldn't you have come up with something

little more hip, like painting us on
black velvet with big sad eyes?

Mom, when you said, let's get plastered,
I thought we were going out for

margaritas.

Listen, y 'all, we are going to have
some warm damn memories, and we are

to have them now!

We're ready.

So?

Who wants to go first?

She does.

The man crawled into the hole that was
the city, pulling his pain and anger

him like a sewer cap.

Marianne.

You're humming.

Really?

That's odd.

In my head, I'm screaming.

There's no reason to get up anymore. The
end.

Yes!

You didn't like it, did you? Well, the
first hour was a bit slow.

You only read for 20 minutes.

So, Ira, I'm sorry.

This is one of your interests, and I am
interested.

So, tell me, why is this writer a
genius?

Well, for me, it's the way he captures
the fundamental hopelessness of human

existence in the late 20th century.

And how he balances his essential
nihilism with a singularly mordant wit.

Marianne?

Huh?

Where are you?

Bergdorf's third floor.

Near the elevator.

How much longer are we going to have to
stay covered in this slop?

You'll appreciate this when I'm dead.

Don't move your face too much. It'll
ruin the mask.

Stop complaining, Rachel. Think about
the new refrigerator that Mom's buying

you. Oh, wait. That's me.

You're getting Zoe a new refrigerator?

When I moved out, all I got was a salad
spinner.

No. More.

Fucking!

Can't you feel the plaster is hardening?

Do you eat this mistake of yours?

Not true. She tried to blow you away
with her beard, mister. She tried to

you away.

No, if I can move her hair out, I'll be
looking at you real hard.

I don't want you.

I don't want you.

This is nice.

Eating dinner. Yes.

Good restaurant.

Great butter.

And this is a bottomless basket of
bread, you know.

What a great day this has been.

I know.

I haven't had this much fun since Dr.
Dick burned his lips on that coffee I

accidentally left in the microwave for
17 minutes.

Nice suit.

Oh, by the way, Rwanda called. They want
their flag back.

I can't believe I let you talk me into
wearing this in public.

Oh, don't start with me. I felt so
trapped at that reading, I almost chewed

leg off.

Let's face it, Miriam.

This relationship's never going to work.

I know.

We have absolutely nothing in common,
except Sybil. Sybil.

Our relationship is sort of like flan.

It looks good on the menu, but when you
get it, it just quivers on your plate

and makes you sick.

I know what you mean.

Flan's no fun once you get past that
crunchy, crackly shell on top.

Ira, that's creme brulee.

Well, never like that.

So that's it?

Just friends?

Just friends.

No hard feelings?

Oh, no. None at all.

Oh, Ira, when I speak of this, and I
will, I dumped you.

Well, Mrs.

Westlock said... That's my curly iron.

Yeah, I know.

No, you don't understand. That's my
curly iron.

Oh.

Of course, what was I thinking? Thank
you for the curly iron.

You're welcome.

Listen, the minute you get to your new
place, you call me. Or better yet, stop

on the way and call me. Or here, use my
new cell phone and call me from the

kitchen right now.

Hey, listen, I'm sorry that we screwed
up that math thing.

But here.

I had it blown off for you.

I remember we took it at the Santa
Monica Pier, and Rachel had just found

that she was pregnant. You insisted that
we go out and celebrate?

Yeah.

Yeah, you got mad at me and put a shrimp
down my dress, and Rachel threw a corn

dog all over my car.

Oh, honey.

Don't make a big moment out of this, or
I'm going to take a bath.

Bye, Mom. Bye.

Let me know your gang colors and I'll
knit you something.

Bye, honey.

Don't forget to call me.

I love you.

You love me, too.

Bye.

There's so much history in this room.

Oh, look at these marks.

Two. This was Zoe when she was 12, and
this... This is a dead bug.

Ew! Ew!

This is how tall I was when I dumped
Ira.

I knew it was going to be hard.

I didn't think it'd be this hard.

They're all gone.

I'm all alone. Oh, come on, pal. You're
not alone.

I'm here for you.

Me and the fuzzy bear on the floor.

That's Mr.

Fuzzy Boo.

I bought that for Zoe when she was four.

She used to take it everywhere.

I can't believe she left him behind.

Zoe's come back. I knew it.

And it's for me, not you.

Maybe she thought the real world was too
big and scary and real.

Thank goodness my money insulates me
from all of that.

Whoa!

Blinding self -realization calls for a
daiquiri.

You're pathetic.

Make me one, too.

Mom, I have a little favor I need to ask
of you. One of my babies needs me.

Whatever it is, the answer is yes.

We were kicked out of university housing
when Kevin lost his job, so we've been

staying at Motel 6 for the last two
weeks. Oh, no.

But this morning they cut up our credit
card.

Oh, Rachel, that's horrible.

Well, you two will have to stay here
till you get back on your feet.

Ah, thank you, Mother Sheridan.

I know you'll like it here, son.

Because, basically, we have no choice.

I have to tell you something else, Mom.

Lately, I've had a lot of anger towards
Zoe, but now I realize I'm really not

mad at her.

Good, because I hate it when you two
fight. I'm mad at you.

Actually, sibling rivalry can be very
healthy.

See, I'm the first child, the one you
made all the mistakes on. The one I made

all the mistakes on.

I know, Rachel, but that's not why
you're upset now.

You're upset now because your family is
going through a very hard time.

I know.

Things just keep getting suckier and
suckier, Mom.

William is driving me batty, and poor
Kevin and I have not had a chance to be

alone since, like, forever.

Tell you what.

Why don't I watch William, and you and
Kevin can go out to dinner and check

a hotel, something a little more ritzy,
like Motel 9?

My treat.

Kevin, honey.

Better than we thought. She's came for
dinner, too.

Ah, here.

Oh, and by the way, grapes make him
resentful, peanut butter makes him

and he has big trust issues with cheese.

Have a good time.

William, I want you to meet... Meet Mr.
Fuzzy Boots.

William, what is happening in your
drawers?

Marianne, I'll give you $50 to change
them.

I'll give you $1 ,000 to hire a nanny to
change them.