All language subtitles for moesha_s01e01_pilot

It's me.

first love is the perfect love.

Something I won't know for two more
months because my Amish father won't let

date or use electricity until I'm 16.

But what's the difference?

With this gigantic zit on my face, no
boy would want me anyway.

At least not one worth writing about.

Dee told me to put toothpaste on it.
Apparently she thinks it should be

-free and mini -fresh.

Is getting in my business part of the
stepmother job description?

I liked it better back in the day when
it was just me, Miles, and Dad.

Well, it's getting late. I better say
goodnight.

Ah!

Morning, everybody!

Hey, Mo, what's happening? Sorry I
overslept. I'll scramble you some eggs

sec. Slow down, Mo.

They already cooked breakfast.

And it's not half bad, either.

Frank. When a woman gets up at dawn,
runs down to the 7 -Eleven, plows

eight guys with squeegees yelling, yo,
baby, can you help a brother out?

Honey, breakfast isn't half bad. It is
the bomb.

Hello.

Excuse me, Huxtables.

Why did somebody wake me up?

Moesha, you do this every morning. I
figured you deserve a break.

That's so sweet, Dee, but I'm going to
take it from here.

Daddy, give me your plate. I'll fix you
some real pancakes.

You touch my plate, punk, and you're
going to pull back a nub.

Morning, peeps. What's up, Matt?

Hey, Hakeem. Little Pete.

Sorry I'm late.

Hook a brother up?

Hakeem, does your mother ever cook
breakfast?

Frank, be nice.

Ah, Mr. Mitchell.

Yeah, he sure knew what you was doing.

Finally got somebody up in here who can
throw down with the grub, huh?

Ow! What'd you do that for?

You had an itch. No, I didn't.

Ow!

You better say you got an itch, bro.

I'll be working late tonight, honey.

Midnight madness.

If I sell enough Saturns, we might be
able to get that little house up in

Beverly Hills.

Beverly Hills?

Shoot, he got to sell Saturns from here
too, Saturn.

Well, if anybody can do it, my salesman
of the month can.

Come here, baby. Let me give you some
good luck sugar.

Daddy. Yeah, baby.

Can I hang out at the dinner tonight?

Mo, are you sure it's a school night?
Hold on, hold on just a second.

Mo, who all is going to be there?

Oh, just some friends.

Mm -hmm. And would these friends be made
of sugar and spice and everything nice

or rusty butts and one -track minds?

Both. I'm going with Trina and Kim.

Uh -oh. You were out the door till you
said the K word.

Oh, come on, Daddy. They're just my
homies. It's not like I'm going on a

something. Better not, because you ain't
dating till you're 25. You said 16.

21. 16. 18, and I'll throw in a 7.

16, and I will be walking. Thank you
very much.

Daddy. Yeah, Mom. If you pick up some
sausage, I'll fix you a really great

breakfast tomorrow.

Well, that sounds good, baby.

Gotta go.

Little man.

Hakeem, don't be in my house when I get
back.

Just saving the best for last, baby.

See you when I get back.

Miles, you better get a move on if I'm
going to drop you off at school.

Oh, I'll walk him.

Walk me.

Do I look like a dog to you?

You don't want to ride to school? Oh, no
thanks. We'll walk. Work out those

blueberry pecan pancakes.

Suit yourselves.

Oh, dinner is at 5 .30 sharp. Don't be
late.

See you, Hakeem.

What you turn down a ride for?

Man, it's bad enough she teaches at our
school. We don't have to ride with her.

Dad, I take my dad to one parent
-teacher night, and I wind up living

Poppins.

I mean, she's only been here a month,
and already she's taking over.

Taking over what?

She's cooking breakfast, driving people
to school, and not to mention, she's

sleeping with my dad.

That mom is cool.

You don't understand.

This is my house.

I'm the one who's been taking care of
everybody for the last three years.

Cooking, cleaning, raising that
knucklehead mouth.

Shoot, I dang near raised you.

Hey, Moesha, how you doing? I'm cool.
What's up? How about a strawberry celery

smoothie? Girl, is that good for the
skin? Because this bit has got me

like the Crypt Keeper.

Yeah, I was going to ask you who your
new friend was. He just waving. Hey,

Just dab some toothpaste on it. That'll
dry right up.

Andell, you ever been in love?

I've been in it, around it, through it.
I haven't been to the bank with it.

you hold your attention.

I mean, what she means is, are you
trying to play basketball this year now

you are fine and everything?

It looks to me like you've had enough
chocolate.

Hope to see you all here tonight.

I'll be reading my poetry around here.

So what does Ohaji mean?

Young black guy?

It means conquering warriors.

Ooh, I surrender.

I was wondering if you had them notes
from English class.

Oh, yeah, I got them. Can I borrow them,
please?

It's may I borrow them, and no, you
can't. Oh, it's like that, huh?

I'll be over there. You can't.

I'm sorry.

You may sit your can on my lap and watch
me if you're afraid I'm going to steal

your precious notes.

Honey, I would sit in your lap if you
was Santa Claus.

I would, and I've been real naughty.

Dang, respect yourself, Rudolph.

I'll be right over.

Peace, my sisters.

Bye.

What's up with you and O 'Hadji?
Nothing, just educating the masses.

You know this is our one -week
anniversary of us creeping around,

Yeah, seven days, five hours, and 22
minutes of my father knowing absolutely

nothing. There you go. And I wrote a
poem in honor of our secret love.

And I call it Secret Love.

Catchy.

I dream of your sweet kiss, soft, warm,
and gentle, your eyes closed,

your lips next to mine.

I dream of your sweet kiss.

Are you all right?

Oh, yeah.

I was just visualizing.

Your words. They're so visual.

All sorts of visions.

Just come to mind.

How much is your rent?

Hakeem, if you do see Moesha, please ask
her to phone home.

Yes, I saved you a plate.

And your mother, too.

Okay, bye -bye.

Frank, Hakeem hasn't seen Moesha even.

Honey, if she's over an hour late, I'm
starting to get a little worried.

Me, too.

Can we eat?

All right, Dee, I'll drive around, see
if I can find her.

Dinner's served. Better sit down before
it gets cold.

Favorite broccoli.

I don't like broccoli.

Moesha, where have you been?

In the kitchen.

Oh, you mean before that.

I was kicking it with some friends.

You know how we kids are today.

You can teach us how to tell time, but
you cannot make us wear a watch.

Moesha, you're going to have to come up
with an excuse much better than that.

Yeah, much better than that. You're
playing dandy like soccer.

Hey, I'm the good one.

Marisha, we want a straight answer. Take
it easy, Dee.

Mo's fine.

And that's the most important thing. Now
let's eat.

Frank, may I talk with you for a moment,
please?

See? Now you got Dad in trouble, too.

What's going on, baby? Frank, why do you
keep doing that?

Doing what?

Coming between Moesha and me, I can't
say one word without you jumping in.

when? Like this morning when Moesha
wanted to go to the den. Honey, you

say anything. That's because you cut me
off.

Every time I try to... Oh, come on. I
did not cut you off. You're

You did it again. You did it again. You
cut me off with your Christopher Darden

jumping in self.

Then why do I have to be Christopher
Darden?

Why can't I be Johnny Cochran? At least
he's still got most of his hair.

I'm not laughing, Frank.

Yeah, I noticed.

All right.

Frank, Moesha and I are never going to
establish a relationship if you keep

coming between us. You're not letting me
help you, Razor, and it's making me

feel like an outsider.

Look, Dee, I'm sorry.

It's just that for the past three years,
it's been me and those kids.

I've had to be both father and mother.

So how do you want to handle this? Oh,
Frank.

Not me, we, as in 50 -50.

Is that a real 50 -50, or is it like the
50 -50 that's got me sleeping in a pink

canopy bed?

You said you liked that bed.

I said I like what we do in that bed.

Well, you can forget about that. No, I
like the bed. It is a nice bed.

Look,

Dee, I want your help with the kids, so
you just go ahead and do your thing.

Dee, I got your back.

Daddy, may I be excused?

Uh, I have to get back to work, Mo, so
why don't you check with Dee on that?

I'll be back after midnight, baby.

And I really do like that bed.

May I be excused?

After you've eaten your dinner. Oh, I'll
just grab something at the den.

No, you'll eat what I prepared.

But I don't have time. I have to get
dressed.

After you've finished your dinner. I
just want to go to the den. I don't know

why you're tripping. Well, maybe you'll
understand more clearly after you've

spent some time in your room. Because as
of this moment, you are grounded, young

lady.

I hate it when I cry by a corner full of
brothers that be slanging, wasting

their life by gang -danging. Really dumb
when they get no job, they have nothing

better to do, so much that they kill
their people always walking red or blue.

advice to you, to the people that slept,
stay in school, get education, don't be

no fool, don't try to be too cool by
having unprotected sex. I'm not dissing,

I'm just trying to get your people to
listen.

Everybody wants to get paid without a
doubt.

Then gangplotting takes the easy way
out. I mean the sleazy way out by

drugs, being thugs, sipping vodka.

I'll be the

role model.

I thought you was doing five to ten.

Girl, please, they haven't built the
stepmother that can keep me on lockdown.

She don't know who I am by now. She
better ask somebody.

Baby!

Mm -hmm. Well, your man, Ohaji, asked
about you.

Talking about where am I wishing, where
am I wishing?

You got something on the fly's boy in
school and didn't even tell me?

That's messed up. I thought I was your
girl.

You are. You just my girl with a big
mouth.

In the cool, sweet morning under the
starlit night. Oh, I can't think of you.

Our love's all back.

Yeah. Your lips of desire make

me scream. I scream out loud. Your
body's all back.

Our love's all back.

I ain't got to say that no more. Thank
God.

Our passion burns into the depths of my
very soul. Our spirit steps in time

along love's path. And baby, our world,
all that, yeah.

Our love, all that.

Our love, all that.

Our love.

You were grounded.

You must have thought I was stupid, too.

Ohaji, what's going on? Yeah, Ohaji,
what is going on?

Inquiring minds one and up.

It's just a big misunderstanding, baby.
That's all.

Well, then make me understand.

Yeah, Ohaji, just like I thought.

Moesha, I've been thinking... Can we
talk about this tomorrow? I don't feel

good. I don't feel so good either.
That's why we're going to clear this

once and for all.

Have a seat.

Moesha, I am not your mother.

I am not your father. But I am somebody
that you have to respect. And if you

ever... Honey, what is it?

Moesha, what's wrong?

Honey, you can talk to me. What is it?

It's just this stupid boy.

And what's this stupid boy's name?

Ohaji.

Oh, Ohaji.

Well, you got taste, because Ohaji is
fine.

He's not all that.

He invited me to come to the dinner
night, and afterwards he was going to

me home.

But as soon as I showed up, I caught him
kissing another girl.

How could he do something like that? I
really thought he liked me.

But as soon as another girl came along,
he just forgot all about me.

Nobody cares about me.

Moesha, is that what you really think?

What about Miles? What about your dad?

They don't need me anymore.

Yes, they do.

No, they have you now.

Yes, they do have me, but...

Oh, Moesha, I know that this is a
difficult adjustment for you with me

in on your life the way I have, but you
haven't lost your place here.

Your dad loves you, Miles loves you, and
believe it or not, I love you too.

I do.

Moesha, we're family now.

I promise you, we're going to find some
way to work this whole thing out.

Okay?

Okay?

Sure.

Dee. Hmm? Can we keep this Ohaji thing
our little secret?

You mean not tell your father?

Yeah. He doesn't think I should date
until I'm as old as you.

You do know you're grounded, right?

I wonder if Ohaji qualifies as my first
real love.

Yeah, I did feel butterflies.

Nah, it's only real love if he feels the
butterflies, too.

So I guess technically, Ohaji qualifies
as my first real jerk.

By the way, I guess Hakeem was right
about Dee.

She's all right sometimes, even though
she did put me on punishment for a

Uh -oh, it's after one. I gotta go,
Diary.

I have to beat Dee downstairs in the
morning so I can make my dad's favorite

turkey sausage omelet.

Good night.

P .S.

My zit is gone.

Lizzie McGuire celebrates life as a
teenager where anything and everything

go wrong. But with the help of her
family and friends, everything will be

right. Yeah, right.

It's where school, cool, and exciting
adventures are just around the corner.

out of three isn't so bad. Get inside
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