All language subtitles for cybill_s03e21_all_of_me

Hey, that's you.

Nice layout.

Yeah, I shot that when I had this awful
stomach bug.

That's rough.

Oh, no, it was great. I lost eight
pounds and landed three jobs.

Thank goodness for flu season.

Yeah.

But the problem with the flu is it's not
dependable.

Food poisoning's way better.

Leave your mayonnaise out on the
windowsill for a few days, and bam,

next guest girl.

Huh.

Joke.

Oh.

So what do you know about this job?

My agent tells me it's a shoe campaign
aimed at women in their 40s.

Well, I might have a problem. I am 46,
but my feet play early 30s.

Everybody, I'm Miss Murphy. I'm the
account executive. We're running just a

little bit late, so hang loose. We'll be
with you as soon as we can.

No problem.

Well, at least this gives me a chance to
eat. I'm starving.

Oh, me too.

think you're not going to get it, and
then like clockwork, sometimes you do.

Do better.

I'm sorry, darling. How can I help?
Shall I build up your ego? Shall I rip

competition to shreds? Or how about a
little of both and a bear claw?

Thank you. I feel so loved.

Hey, you picked off the icing. You don't
give a damn about me.

Um, Ira's at the door.

I know, but I am not going to let him in
because he's been totally insane since

he stopped drinking coffee.

I'm fine. I'm over the cranky stage.

So let me in, or I swear to God I'll
break this window.

I'm sorry. I'm better now.

I just wanted to apologize for calling
you both Java -swilling monkey women.

You never called me that.

Check your machine.

Anyway, I'm sorry. It's just this
article I'm writing on caffeine

me on edge.

It's my third day cold turkey. This is
when my espresso machine asked me to

dance.

No, no, no. Don't be uncomfortable.
Drink your coffee. I'm fine. Here, allow

I don't take cream. I do.

You are totally Jonesy.

You're right. Listen, would it be okay
if I went home, got all my coffee stuff

and brought it here so it won't talk to
me anymore?

Of course.

I want to do anything I can to make it
possible for you to go home.

Thank you.

Quick, let's call his voicemail and make
noises like a cappuccino machine.

or at the dentist.

Maybe this is why I'm not invited to
more parties.

Oh, I think that's for me.

It's probably Justin.

Justin's in town? He's coming over to
pick up a house key.

upside down.

Hey, baby.

Johnson. How are you?

Hi, Mama. How are you doing?

Hey, Jo.

Hey. How was your trip, sweetheart?

Oh, it was great. I hooked up with this
really cool biker gang in Portland.

You don't mind if they crash your house,
do you?

I'll get the key.

Make sure he's kidding.

Yeah, ditto.

So, Justin, your mom told me all about
the book you help write on the

environment.

Zoe, Justin wrote a book.

I just did some of the research.

Justin did some research, Zoe.

A friend of mine wrote the book, and he
invited all the research assistants down

for the book signing.

I got all the things that you like to
eat.

Tofu, wheatgrass, and fungus.

I even skimmed the pool for dessert.

Excellent. Thank you.

Make sure she's kidding.

Okay. See you later.

Bye. See you, Justin.

Justin looks great.

Only over 18, had red hair, and stood
about this high.

I practically threw myself out and he
didn't even notice me.

So what do you think? Like a crush?

Tuh. Like major crush.

Do you think Justin feels the same way?

Please? He practically threw himself at
her.

Hello?

Oh, hi, Susan.

Can you hold on a minute?

It's my agent about the shoe job.

Her voice doesn't sound like I got it.
Go.

You don't want this job.

Those shoes are vulgar and wrong.

No amount of money is worth that
humiliation.

And when you die, you would be
remembered not for any of the great

you played, such as... Well, the point
is you would just be the sad, lonely

lady.

Okay, I'm good.

So, Susan, I got the job?

I got the job?

You take back everything you said.

This is so great.

My little girl invited her old man to
hang out in a funky bookstore.

Funky? Dad, remember that talk we had
when I caught you saying far out?

Gee, I'm sorry, honey. I'll try to watch
that.

Now it's boogie -oogie -oogie over to
nonfiction.

Isn't that Justin? Where?

I mean, no.

Shut up.

Oh, I get it. I'm here so I can notice
Justin, be surprised, and then bring you

over so you can casually say hello.

Dad, I cannot believe you would even
think that.

But we should say hi, you know, just so
we're not rude.

Shut up.

Say no more. I know exactly what to do.

Okay, how embarrassing could this be,
really?

Yo, Justin, in the house.

How you doing?

Good, good. Your mom said you'd be here,
so I just stopped on by and I'll drag

Zoe along.

Hey. Hey.

Well, I'm going to head over to the
bestseller table, see if Stephen King's

written anything new since we got here.

I'm glad you stopped by.

Yeah, I mean, at least you're not
ignoring me like you did yesterday.

I ignored you? You barely even glanced
at me.

Oh, really?

Um, blue shirt, black pants, and a black
fossil watch.

Okay, well, flannel shirt, fatigues,
gorilla boots, and a silver bracelet.

Hey, why don't we go grab a latte over
at the coffee counter, all right?

Coffee counter?

Who had the triple espresso?

Me! That's mine!

Back off, ladies.

If loving you is wrong, I don't want to
be right.

Dad, what are you doing?

It's not what you think. I bought this
for you. Here, take it.

Quickly.

My brain's telling my fingers to let go,
but they won't.

This is nothing.

You should see my mom hang on to a
chicken wing.

We're here with bitter divorcee Marianne
Thorpe.

We're replacing one of her overpriced
designer pumps with this fabulous high

from Foot First.

As you can see, there's no comparison.

Come on, get up, walk around, try the
shoes. You'll never want to go back.

It is dumb.

See? You've worn high heels so long,
you've turned into weird, freaky tiptoe

woman.

if my wardrobe would attack them like
sharks on a bleeding swimmer.

You know, I am way more open -minded
than you.

I think high heels can be very sexy as
long as I'm lying down and they're

pointing at the ceiling.

Oh, I almost forgot. We have to go see
my billboard.

Is it up already?

Yes, it's in Hollywood.

It's a big one right above the celebrity
methadone clinic.

Very prestigious.

Oh, look at that.

Had a good time today?

What?

It's just amazing.

I mean, you used to be this strange,
intense little girl, and now you're not

that.

Well, thanks.

Neither are you.

I mean, not that you ever were strange
or intense.

Or a little girl.

I don't know what I'm talking about.

We'll have the wedding at my house.

We'll have to. You're not setting foot
in mine in those shoes.

Oh, dear, look at that hooker. We're
wearing the same skirt.

He must be freezing.

Oh!

It's me!

There I am! There I am!

Wow.

Did they do something different to

your hair?

Not really.

Does my head look big to you?

Wait a minute.

My head's fine.

It's on the wrong body.

Where's my leg?

Where's my breath?

Where's my butt?

Looks like somebody let all the air out
of me.

Crying out loud.

Give that woman a cheeseburger!

Are you sure she's coming in? Miss
Murphy said she'd be back after lunch.

that was two bags of Doritos and one bag
of pork rinds ago.

How long am I supposed to put off my
lunch?

I saw the billboard.

Why did you hire me if you weren't going
to use my body?

You told me I was what you were looking
for.

Oh, but you are.

When we saw your picture in Fashion
Nightmares in the Hollywood Globe, all

decked out in your black evening gown
and day -glow orange high tops, we

thought, now there's a woman who says, I
don't care what anyone thinks.

You're perfect for her, Sybil. Would you
shave off a few pounds?

Why? You think only skinny people buy
shoes?

No, but people will buy these shoes
because they want to look like the woman

the billboard.

She doesn't exist.

She's my hat on a stick.

You can't get off that, can you?

46 years. It hasn't fallen off once.

You see?

There's that quirky, funky attitude that
made us pick you in the first place.

Simple buzz off would have been fine.

Okay, lady.

I took the high road.

Now it's time for the low road.

Hello, Marianne?

cheating on her. Now she's got to deal
with Justin and that other woman.

She already knows.

I was all prepared to lecture Justin,
but he'd already told Zoe he's been

Kira.

Kira!

You just know her name was Debbie.

Before she got all macro -biotic and
stopped shaving her own...

Time to think.

How about that, Sybil? They're behaving
like adults.

Why shouldn't they with role models like
us?

I know that, but it makes a difference
to me.

It'll make a difference to every woman
that sees this billboard.

It's a lie.

Just like my first magazine cover.

I remember when I saw it, I thought,
wow, I look fantastic.

But the next morning when I looked in
the mirror, I thought, what happened to

me? Why do I look so terrible?

Oh, please, I have seen you in the
morning. You might as well have

your shoulders and little mice making
you a dress for the ball.

My magazine cover was all retouched.
Nobody could look that good.

And now my face on this billboard is
telling women that they can't be

in their forties.

then. If anyone needs me, I'll be up my
nose.

Justin just told me he's not going to
see Kira anymore.

Then what's the problem? The problem is,
how do I know if he's doing it because

you told him to or because he wants to?

Zoe, please! He never listens to
anything I say, just like you don't

your mother.

I'll listen to you this time.

You had no right to talk to him,
Marianne. This is between Justin and me.

true! He needed to do the right thing
and let you know what was going on.

His father.

to something else. Now either get off my
billboard or slap some bounds on my

ass.

Now.

I'll give her a mustache.

You can black out her teeth.

told you i don't want to go out with her
anymore you're only breaking up with

her because your mommy told you to now
if you're gonna date me rule number one

is we don't listen to our mothers got it
i don't listen to my mother i never

have i broke up with kira because i like
you better so get off my back okay fine

fine i'll pick you up at eight okay

can't prove a thing.

I have witnesses to corroborate my
whereabouts.

I corroborate.

Okay, drop me. I don't want to be a part
of your oppressive campaign anyway. And

one more thing.

Can you send me another pair of those
red high tops?

Well, I guess she's getting right on
that.