All language subtitles for love_and_war_s02e15_i_got_a_crush_on_you

All right, look, Meg, stop knocking me
out about this, all right? She's just a

college girl interested in journalism.

What, she does not have a crush on me,
and besides, this is none of your

business. I'm just saying, she seems a
little young.

You've had lunch with her. You must have
peeked in her lunchbox.

Does her mom pack ho -hos or ding -dong?

Hilarious.

Has she invited you to carry a book bag
yet, or is it too soon in the

relationship?

I'm not far ready. Coffee, please, Abe.

I'm sorry, Jack. I have just never seen
a girl fall all over a guy like that.

And I find it interesting that you're
doing nothing to squelch it. Wait, wait,

wait. Now, who's falling all over Jack?

Well, your friend Maggie has been
jogging behind a bus again. The fumes

getting to her.

There's this new intern at the paper.

Twenty -one. She's a very serious
journalism student.

Twenty -one.

She's young.

Twenty -one.

Look, she's extremely bright. She was
recommended by the dean of the

school at NYU, and she looks up to me as
a mentor, and that's it. She looks up

to you, all right.

Oh, Jack, no one writes a compound
sentence like you.

And then she calls you a modern -day H
.L. Mencken?

Well, somebody's got to be.

Remember when women flattering men was a
good thing?

They'd read books about it, take
courses.

Now you're lucky if they don't nail you
right between the eyes with pepper

spray. Oh, Jack.

Yeah, you know, just once, tell us men
how strong and brave and manly we are.

We get tired of just hearing it from
each other.

Ah, where's my peppered spray?

Come on, calm down, calm down. Now
listen, Jack, that girl has a crush on

and I think you're really enjoying it.

What did I just hear? What's going on?
Who has a crush on Jack? Oh, God.

Her name is Stephanie.

She's interning at our paper.

She's a college student.

Oh, Jack.

For God's sake, it's not what you think.
The woman simply has a professional

interest in her. So does the woman on
the corner in hot pants who pulls her

top up over her head.

Got a college student jack.

This could be very dangerous.

It could put an enormous strain on your
physical plant.

No, no, think about this.

Paramedics racing to her dorm room in
the middle of the night, trying

to revive your aging cardiovascular
system.

Just the way AAA has to throw a charge
into my Bonneville every now and then.

I don't care what your rationale is for
it, Jack. He's 21 years old, and that's

too young for you.

Don't say another word until I get back.

Chicken, fish, enjoy your lunch. Can we
get some extra... What, it's about 21?

Who the hell is 21 anymore?

You know what? I don't think this
concerns you, Dana.

Jack's feeling a little old, so he's
playing around with a child woman. It's

making him feel temporarily better.

Oh, gee, Jack.

I never figured you for the type.

There's nothing to explain.

This is a young woman with a very
promising career ahead of her.

She's very bright. She's looking to me
for advice and counsel.

She's very bright. She's already had a
piece printed on the op -ed page.

Bright, bright, bright.

Do you mind?

I'm helping.

Jay, let's just put this into
perspective.

Ten years ago, you were 32.

Ten years ago, she was 11.

You were writing about Reaganomics. She
was picking out knee socks to match her

kilt.

You know what?

I'm shocked at you, really.

I mean, this is a gal trying to achieve
her goals, and you automatically assume

that there are some ulterior motives.

Let me ask you, if she was a man,
wouldn't you expect me to be her mentor?

mean, am I right?

Well, I... Look, she's a good student.
She's a hard worker.

She went to Europe on a Fulbright, for
God's sakes. Look, I'm just trying to

help a promising kid.

And to be honest, I've never even
noticed what she looks like.

Jack, there you are.

Did I also mention she's an organ donor?
It's right there in your lunchbox.

Oh, Jack, I had to find you.

I just got a look at the galleys for
tomorrow's paper, and your column is

brilliant. I mean, the way you developed
the theme and the construction of the

lead paragraph, well, it's nothing short
of a work of art.

Well, it's my job.

I've been doing it a long time now.

Yeah?

Aren't you going to introduce me to your
young friend?

Oh, uh, right. Stephanie Crosley, this
is Dana Palladino. Hi. Hi. Dana's the

chef here, and she's a very busy woman.

Probably has to pop right back in the
kitchen and behead something.

Nope. Everyone's been served.

So this is pretty great. A woman chef in
a New York restaurant. I've heard how

many barriers there are to women in this
field.

Yes. Thank you. It wasn't easy.

I mean, my generation owes a real debt
of gratitude to women like you who were

there at the dawn of the feminist
movement.

Hey, let me introduce you to some other
people over here. Come on. Here we go.

This is my good friend, Ray Litvak. How
do you do?

Jack's told us how bright you are.

This is Abe Johnson. He's the owner of
the restaurant.

Nice to meet you, Stephanie. Can I get
you something to drink?

Um, sure.

I'll have a glass of white wine. All
right.

Well, there... Stephanie, I think we're
going to have to check that ID.

Oh, no problem. I'm 21, but I know, I
look young for my age. It's a curse,

really.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, you are an organ donor.

Hello there. I'm Nadine Berkus. You must
be Jack's little friend.

You have a lot of friends, don't you,
Jack? Too many, really.

Jack tells us you're a college girl.

She's a senior.

Oh, a senior.

Oh, nice.

too late at the beer blast, okay, Jack,
in case she has homework.

Look, Stephanie, why don't you tell them
what you got in your SAT scores?

They were high, very high.

Oh, we've already established
Stephanie's very bright.

Stop, you're embarrassing me.

Besides, testing is such an obsolete way
of judging true intelligence.

I prefer to be judged on my
achievements.

And I'd be happy if I could learn to be
half the writer Jack is. Oh, Stephanie,

would you really be all that happy if
you were only two and a half feet tall?

Listen, Jack,

I have to run to my afternoon class, but
I was wondering, well, if you could go

out to dinner with me tonight.

You promised to finish that story about
how you landed your first assignment.

Oh, gee, Stephanie, I don't... Oh, I
don't mean any place fancy. In fact, we

could even eat on campus. I still have
two punches left on my cafeteria card.

You know what, Stephanie?

That is a great idea. I would love to
have dinner with you tonight.

But you know what? Dress up. I'm going
to take you to a real restaurant.

Really? Oh, that's great.

Oh, Jack, I'm really looking forward to
this.

I can be ready by eight. Perfect.

Oh, and it was very nice meeting all of
you. I can definitely see why Jack hangs

out here. He must get so much material.

Men and women with years of life,
sometimes cruel experiences written on

faces.

Banding together in a world that somehow
seems to have forgotten their dreams.

It's very rich.

Well, bye.

I bet she almost makes you forget that
you have to grunt every time you get up

out of a chair.

Yeah, old Jack's messed up all right.

Finding himself attracted to a beautiful
female who's attracted to him and

thinks he's a pretty great guy.

I had no idea he was so sick.

Now, come on, you're missing the point.
He's taking the easy way out. How hard

can it be to impress somebody that
young, Dad?

That's right, it's a lot more difficult
to be with a woman your own age because

she might just realize you are not the
only man in the world old enough to rent

a car.

Yeah, right now all Stephanie has to
compare you to is her last boyfriend.

biggest accomplishment was reading The
Hobbit over a three -day weekend.

Wait, why are you just sitting there
defending me? Hey, Jack, do you think

Stephanie's got a friend?

Oh, now, suddenly you have to be in the
kitchen.

You know, Dana, I think I've gotten to
know you pretty well these last few

months, and I must say you're very easy
to read.

I know what's bothering you here.

You're jealous.

Jealous? Jealous of what?

Jealous of the fact that someone is
interested in me and I'm taking her out

tonight. Well, you know you're not the
only one around here, Dave. What's that

supposed to mean? It means that I happen
to be going out myself this evening.

You are?

With who?

Is that any of your business?

Where are you going?

Why do you care?

I know.

I don't even know why I'm asking.

We're going to St.

Emilion. Oh, that sounds French.

It is.

Candles on the tables? Yeah.

Music? Yeah.

Dancing? Yeah.

So it's a serious thing. Could be.

Oh. Well, that's good.

I'm very glad for you, Dana.

Because lately I've been getting worried
about you.

Uh -huh. Yeah. Well, you have a very
lovely time this evening. I don't even

that. Yeah, you too, Jack.

But do get Stephanie back on time. You
know, they like to have them back in

those dorms before curfew.

Oh, a lot you know.

Seniors don't have curfews.

I think you'll find this table
satisfactory,

madam. Would you care to wait for the
gentleman before ordering a cocktail?

No, I think I'll have a glass of
champagne, thanks. Very good.

Oh, my God.

Jack Stein, what the hell are you doing
here?

Oh, hi, Dana.

Don't be coy with me. You've come here
to spy on me. Admit it. No, the only

reason I came here is I respect your
taste in restaurants. I could care less

about your social life.

So, where's your big date?

He's not here.

Where's Duffy? She's a little late.

Oh, dear, did she forget the combination
to a locker?

Hi, Jack.

I hope you haven't been waiting too
long. I've just never been to a

this sophisticated before, and I wasn't
sure what to wear.

Is this all right?

Oh, it's fine.

Fine.

But let me ask you, shouldn't there be a
five -day waiting period before they

allow you to buy a dress like that?

recognize you without your apron on.

Hey, what a coincidence.

People always say New York is so big,
but it's really very small.

Almost claustrophobic.

Oh,

here we go. Hi there.

Reservation for two under Stein.

Good for you.

Excuse me. I said we have a reservation
for two.

Jack, this is my date.

But who's going to show us to our
tables?

And you cut all your hair off. What the
hell made you do a thing like that?

Don't you like it? I love it.

How about you? Where'd you get that tan?

A little deep -sea fishing off the coast
of Mallorca. It's something to recharge

the batteries.

Who's this?

Oh, this is a friend of mine, Jack
Stein, and his friend, Stephanie.

Hi. Oh, what's going on here? They only
let out the beautiful women tonight?

Oh, this is Anthony Galassi. He owns the
Galassi Gallery in Soho. I think I've

mentioned him to you, too. All right.
Nice to see you.

Hey, are you the Jack Steiner right at
the column? One and the same, you know

it? Oh, hell, I never miss it.

You really like rubbing people the wrong
way, don't you?

I admire that in a man.

You know, I've always been interested in
the newspaper business.

Maybe I should buy one.

What do you think, Dana? I think
whatever you want, you get.

Mr. Gillespie, I'm so sorry I didn't see
you come in. Oh, come on, Paul. You

don't have to kiss my ass. You'll get
your tip.

I hope you have a good table for my
friends here. This is Jack Stein, the

columnist.

Oh.

Well, their table will be just a few
minutes. They're preparing it now in the

other room.

The other room?

What'd you do, Stein? Murder your
parents?

No, no, Paul. They have to be in here
with us.

Well, there isn't really. It's okay.
Paul, why don't you just put us all at a

big table?

Oh, Anthony, really, I don't think we
should assume that Jack and Stephanie

company. I mean, if she has anything to
talk about... Oh, I don't mind.

I would be really interested to hear how
someone decides to buy an entire

newspaper. Well, then it's a done deal.

Come on, Paul, let's go while I'm still
young.

All right, Dana, who is this guy? Have
you been volunteering at the retirement

home in your spare time?

I hardly think Anthony Gillespie is
ready for the old age home.

He happens to be a friend of my
father's. I've been attracted to him

a kid. Oh, my God. The wonderful world
of Gentiles. Feel the magic.

You got a lot of nerve giving me grief
about Stephanie when this car just got

years on you easy. How dare you compare
my situation to your ridiculous

relationship with Gidget.

We'll have a bottle of the 74 Sterling
Special Reserve.

How does that sound to you, Stephanie?

Sounds like something I'm going to enjoy
trying.

Oh, an adventurous spirit. That's good.

Oh, 1974.

That was an interesting year, wasn't it?

I can remember sitting in a bar,
watching Nixon walk down that red carpet

White House lawn, get into his
helicopter, and close up a chapter of

history. Yeah, I was living in Italy
then. I remember running all over town

trying to find American Newsweek so I
could read every detail.

I was having dinner with Roy
Lichtenstein.

I stayed up all night drinking bourbon
while Roy worked on some sketches trying

to capture the mood of the country.

I was one.

But I just wrote a paper about it for my
American history final. I examined the

sociological repercussions of the
American psyche in the post -Watergate

She's very bright.

I'm exploring the development of
contemporary values through popular

News is good, huh?

So, has anyone seen the new Snoop Doggy
Dog video?

I don't really owe it to you.

Frankly, you know, I haven't bought a
record made in the last 20 years. Bob

Dylan's my cutoff point.

Yeah, I'm kind of a purist myself. I
like the old Billie Holiday recordings,

know, and Ella.

Come on, you two sound like a couple of
old squares.

Any kind of music is interesting.

Stephanie, why don't you tell me more
about that paper you're writing?

Oh, Dana, I think we have a crisis here.

Should we really have ordered the red
wine or it plays havoc with the

You should talk.

You can't relate to her on any level but
her youth and her looks.

Why do you think that guy's dating you?

My relationship with Anthony is much
deeper than that.

Oh, God, you're such a hypocrite, Dana.

Anthony's rich and successful. Is that
really why you're attracted to him?

I'm attracted to the man, not the
resume.

I don't see you dating a 65 -year -old
plumber.

Will you be tasting the wine, Mr.
Gillespie? Yes, thank you, Paul.

I think I'll go to the ladies' room, if
you don't mind.

Oh, I'll go with you, Dana.

Nectar of the gods.

Go ahead, Paul, you can pour for my good
friend Jackie.

And I think you'll find that this
vintage packs a very nice wallet.

Gotta love this wine.

So, Jack, how about a toast, huh?

To young women.

We're both dating them.

I guess that says something about us.

Yeah.

What?

We're smart as hell.

Yeah, I guess we are.

Anthony, let me ask you something.

You ever have a problem finding common
ground? You know, things to talk about?

I'm 65 years old, Jack. I'm done
talking.

And to tell you the truth, I only listen
to myself anyway.

So, we have something in common tonight.

Oh, what's that?

We're both the younger woman.

I guess so.

I've never dated anyone as old as Jack
before.

Oh, Jack's not really all that old.

I don't know about that. I'm pretty sure
he's over 35.

Ouch.

Jack's not just interested in me because
he's having a midlife crisis or

anything. I would hate to be a cliche.

Well, Stephanie, I think any time a man
dates a woman who's so much younger,

that has to be part of it.

Well, I admire the fact that you're
secure enough with yourself to make some

peace with the situation.

I wasn't talking about me and Anthony.

Oh.

I'm just about done.

Not bad.

Ugh. I don't know why I put all this
makeup on my face tonight.

I look much better without it.

want to get anywhere.

By the time I'm 22, I want to be working
on a respected -based paper.

By the time I'm 23, I want to have at
least been nominated for a press club

award. And if I don't have a byline on
the front page above the fold by the

I'm 25, forget it.

I'm a failure.

Oh, man, are you in for a rude
awakening?

Life just doesn't work like that, at
least mine didn't.

When I was 25, I was selling Christmas
trees to make extra money.

And I'm Jewish.

Listen, I don't think... We should be
trying to squelch Stephanie's

Life is tough enough.

Right now, she has that thirst for life,
that rightness.

She's like a fresh peach, unblemished.
And I find that very... refreshing.

This is a pretty good band.

Hey, isn't this the song that Bono sang
with, um... What's his name on that duet

album?

Sinatra?

It's the only way to de -stress myself
from all the pressure of being part of a

generation that has to compete in a
world of diminishing opportunities and

irradiated vegetables.

When I was your age, my generation just
opted for substance abuse.

But then most of us are dead now.

So, Jack, do you want to dance?

I think this has enough of a beat for
me. I could teach you how to move like

Bobby Brown.

The baseball commissioner?

What? Can you believe these two?

Come on.

I'm ready for a spin on the floor.

I don't know this dance, but you can
teach me.

Great.

Hey, don't bogart that bottle, okay?

Oh, my God.

Is she teaching him the latest dance
steps?

Yep. He's trying desperately to swivel
to the beat?

Yep. Because if he doesn't look out, all
the pins are going to pop out of his

hip.

Look away, Dana. You may have flashbacks
later.

I'm forcing myself. It's helping me get
over my crush.

What about all his accomplishments?

Rich, successful, well -traveled, and he
has excellent taste in wine.

Oh, he's a great guy.

Just a guy who's not very comfortable in
his own skin right now.

What about you?

Oh, I like the age I am.

I liked 21, but I like this better.

Oh, boy.

I shouldn't stare too long without
special glasses.

It's one of my favorite songs.

Me too.

Would you maybe... I'd love to.

I feel like a kid in a comic book store.

This feels good.

Nice and slow.

I don't want anything to go too fast
anymore.

I'm in no hurry.

So what were you like when you were 21?

Oh, you wouldn't like me.

I thought I knew everything.

Oh, not like now, huh?

I think that Anthony and Stephanie have
found each other.

Yeah, it's just as well.

I wasn't looking forward to meeting her
parents.

I was very nervous in situations like
that.

Especially when they're younger than me.

You're a pretty good dancer, you know.

You're not bad yourself.

1964.

The Beatles on Ed Sullivan.

1954.

Don't push it.