All language subtitles for The.Goldbergs.2013.S09E22.Adam.Graduates.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb_track3_[eng]

The '80s were
filled with monumental moments

that brought us all together.

In my household, that was
me graduating high school

and making sure my mom wasn't
gonna crumble to pieces.

Thank you for coming.
Thank you.

I'm honored that you
purchased us a meet-and-greet

with Hollywood actor
Bill Bixby.

He's the guy who plays
the Hulk when he's lame
and not green.

Wait, Adam said that I was
getting a lifetime supply

of Maybelline
lip products.

Am I not getting
my cherry cola gloss?

I will
put my hands on you!

Sorry, it was just something
I said to get you here.

Then who the hell am I here
to meet and/or greet?

Me?
Worst day ever!

We're getting off topic.

Tomorrow,
I graduate high school,

and Mom is inevitably
gonna fall to pieces.

Yeah, she is.
Oh, I do get a gift.

All I'm asking is
for my loving family

to keep her
busy and distracted.

No.
Never.

Come on!

You two are my siblings!

We share a bond.

Let me stop you
right there.

And?

I just wanted to
stop you right there.

Okay, what the dope
means is,

we had to go through this
when we graduated,

so now you have to
go through it, too.

But I'm her last schmoo!

She's gonna freak out way more
than with you two.

Oh, I never
thought of it like that.

That changes everything.
It makes it way funnier.

Best day ever!

Adam, I feel bad
for you.

But I also don't
feel bad for you.

Blessings upon me.

All my boopies together
in one place?

What is this?

Everyone just
stopped by
for my...

"We Are the Jenkintown"
charity music video.

Oh, like "We Are the World,"
but infinitely smaller.
What's your charity?

Uh, a really good one.

The Downtown...
Women's... Center
for Charity... Business.

Be careful, Adam.

Most of these places
are gonna rip you off,

and that one sounds
a little fake.

Because it is.
Adam's scared that
you're gonna wig out

and wreck his graduation,
like you absolutely will.

You can all relax.

I know tomorrow is a big day
in the history of me,

but I'm gonna be fine.

Plus, I've got my job as
Quaker Warden to distract me.

Even though it's
largely ceremonial?

I am also a woman
of many hobbies,

like tennis, bedazzling,
and cheesing meats.

Those will fill
a minute or two,

but there's, like,
eight waking hours in a day.

You sleep
way too much, Barry.

Trust me, I got this.

This is a surprisingly
refreshing attitude

that I will
grasp onto.

Now, stop worrying
about me.

Get on out there
and live your young lives.

Scoot! Move it!

Welcome to the rest of
your life, Beverly Goldberg.

Yep, my mom had it
all planned out.

Until she found herself
in an empty house,

totally and completely alone.

♪ I'm twisted up inside

♪ But nonetheless
I feel the need to say

♪ I don't know the future

♪ But the past keeps getting
clearer every day ♪

It was May 18th,
1980-something,

and my sister, Erica,
and her new husband

were settling into
a life of marital bliss.

Done.
Check it.

"Dear Mr. and
Mrs. Schneider,

thank you for the set of
Egyptian cotton sheets.

We will think of you
every time we climb
into bed together."

Roll it back
in your head, babe.

Oh, no, I'm an unintentionally
naughty boy.

While you're at it, you might
want to take another crack at

the one for the Rosens about
the espresso machine

and how much fun we'll have
grinding every morning?

Aw.
Huge news!

You have a key
to our apartment?

I had one made
so I have a place to shower
in this neighborhood.

But I'm gonna be a pop star!

Seems unlikely,
but I'll go for a ride.

Cyndi Lauper has a show
at the Spectrum,

and one of her backup singers
left the tour

to take care of her dad,
who got trapped
in a grain silo

and developed something called
"wheat brain."

Uh-oh,
not wheat brain!

It may not be that,
but the point is,

Cyndi's holding auditions
for a one-night replacement.

It's all over the radio
at my therapist's office.

And anyone
can try out?

Erica,
you got to do this.

I'm sorry, is Erica
the one whose parents

bought her a fake Grammy
on their trip to California?

Babe, I left my rock 'n' roll
dreams behind.

I traded in my guitar
for a guy

with long eyelashes
and remarkably soft hands.

It's nice that you find beauty
in my less masculine features,

but, come on,
it's just one night,

and who's got
a better voice than you?

Um, the girl who had Dad
buy her a piano

that she only used
for hiding wine coolers?

Joanne,
you don't even sing.

Aunt Mildred says
I have the "it" factor.

No, she said you have
the "ick" factor.

Who cares?
I'm gonna be a star.

Barry's really
rubbing off on her.

Yeah, he is.
Please, do it for me.

You know how much
I used to love
watching you perform.

I guess it'd be fun
to just audition.

Fun, the thing that girls just
want to have, per Cyndi.

Fine, you may have the looks
and the incredible voice

and a stage presence
that draws the eyes,

but you don't got
what I got.

Is it the address?

I can just
turn on the radio.
Oh, damn it.

While Erica was gonna
chase her dreams again,

my mom was
interrupting mine.

Aah!

So not okay!

No, what's not okay
is you keep moving.

How else am I supposed to
finish sketching

the front of my
"Adam Sleeping Angel" book?

I didn't sign off
on that project.

I'm an adult.

Please don't be
in my room while I sleep.

Oh, poo, you don't mind it
when I brush your hair.

What?
Why do you think
it's so silky smooth

when you wake up
in the morning?

It's the mama hair fairy.
Ugh!

Fine, I'll do it
from memory.

It was a waking nightmare.

Graduation day
was almost here,

and my mom was still
treating me like I was a baby.

This is
your captain speaking.

I have
a Pancake Airlines flight
yumming in for a landing.

And from there, believe it
or not, it only got worse.

Look what I found!

A painful memory
from my childhood?

Fun story --
I was up in the attic

just rooting through
all the dozens of boxes

of your childhood clothes
with my headlamp on,

and I just
stumbled across it.

That is fun,
if "fun" means totally
and disturbingly insane.

Oh, I knew you'd be
excited, too.
Wanna try it on?

Not even a little,
which is what that is,

because, again,
I wore it as a child.

Well, I'm gonna
let it out a little bit

to accommodate
your beautifully
developing man body.

To think if I hadn't stopped
to load up on groceries,

I would've missed this
incredibly awesome moment.

Why are you here again?

Picking up toilet paper,
cereal, string cheese,

a variety of
juice boxes.

You want me to go
to the market
like an animal?

They want money
for that stuff!

I gotta go make some
last-minute alterations.

Oh, this is so much fun!

This is bad.

She's in total denial
that I'm graduating.

I know
you already said no,

but I really need
your help, man.

Suppose I were to help you,
what's in it for me?

The deep gratitude of
your only brother?

Worthless.

I guess I could take
all your graduation gifts.

But they're a way for
the people in my life

to honor
my biggest achievement.

And now they'll be
honoring me.

Fine, all the extremely
personal, tailor-made gifts

to start my adult life
are yours.

Yeah, they are.
And for no other reason

beyond cruel whimsy,
I want the cards too.

As Barry drove a hard bargain
for my stuff,

Erica was ready
to strut her stuff

and crush her audition
for Cyndi Lauper.

Hey, how are you feeling?

I guess, nervous.

I mean, I don't usually
get stage fright,

but I just threw up
in a plastic plant.

That's because
I'm in your head, girl.

Look at me.

I've prepared nothing, and I
haven't even broken a sweat.

Joanne, what are you
gonna do?
Freestyle, baby.

I'm best when
I'm in the moment.

Yeah!

Music... it's easy.

Attention,
nameless hopefuls.

I am Delia Thornton,
Ms. Lauper's manager,

confidant,
and second cousin.

It's all about who you know,
and thankfully,

I know my grandpa's
brother's granddaughter.

Well, be prepared to have
your socks knocked off.

I'm assuming you're wearing
socks, because if not, gross.

Hard pass.
What? I-I haven't
even sung a note.

I don't like
your energy.

Thank you for your consideration. Mm.

Erica Goldberg. Here.

Um, I'm gonna sing
"Time After Time."

Oh, great, I haven't
heard that one today.
Oh, good.

A one, two, three.

♪ Then you say, "Go slow"

♪ I fall behind

♪ The second hand unwinds

♪ If you're lost, you can look
and you will find me

♪ Time after time ♪

♪ If you fall
I will catch you

♪ I will be waiting

♪ Time after time ♪

No, no.
That's enough.

Bomb city.

You're hired.
Everybody else,
you can leave.

For real?
Yeah, for real?

For real.
You've got pipes,

and I desperately
want this to be over.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Oh, my God, oh, my God,
oh, my God!

You get to sing
with Cyndi Lauper!

How do you feel?
I feel...

While Erica panicked about
performing for a full house...

...Barry was gonna show
my mom that it wasn't so bad

to have an empty one.

Mom, Pop-Pop's
come for a visit!

Mama, look, it's treasured
family friend, Bill Lewis!

Mother of mine, it's neighbor
and unlikely confidant,

John Glascott.

Grizzled Grandpappy,
a query.

You've raised
two kids.

How's life been since
they went out on their own?

Best years of my life.

Without a doubt,
it has been nice.

While I have
almost no living
relatives or progeny,

I consider
my empty home a gift.

Barry had
considered everything,

except that this
was a terrible idea.

I'm completely alone.

Every sound at night
is just a burglar

coming to extinguish
the pain of existence.

Sure, there were
some dark days
after Lainey left.

Dark, dark, daaaaark days.

And nights,
which are naturally dark.

I currently fill my time

updating John and Bev's
Adventure List.

This notebook
contains over 100
fun activities and vacations

that you and I can go on
once Adam's out of my way.

I spend my evenings
at the window

flinging pistachio shells at
the mice I've given names to.

Oh, who am I kidding?
They're rats!

Never cleaned Lainey's room.

She'd left a bowl of Doritos

that rotted into
mushy green triangles.

Every once in a while,
I'd eat one

and I swear I can
hear her laughter.

And if you look on page 37,

you'll see the Ottawa
Non-Alcoholic Wine Festival.

But eventually, you get up,
brush your tongue,

and pretend life is okay.

Every time I fall,
I say, "This is where
I'm going to die."

It's just
Canadian grape juice.

But the real buzz
comes from the people.

Mama, your mouth
is hanging open.
That's good, right?

For sure, schmoopie.

Hard to know,
but I think I made it better.

The show had just ended, but
my sister was still buzzing

with excitement for living out
her rock star dream.

Oh, my God,
that was amazing!

You were amazing!
I was?

I mean, I felt like I was,
but you felt it, too?

Totally! I mean, I was sitting
right next to the fog machine,

so for a while, I thought you
were the keyboardist.
He has bangs, too.

He also
has a soul patch.

Like I said,
it was foggy.

Hon, thanks so much for
pushing me to do this.

This was the best night
of my entire life.

How would you like to have
243 more just like it?

Um, what are you
talking about,

Cyndi Lauper's
cousin's cousin?

I'm talking about you coming
with us on the European tour.

Cyndi likes you.

Oh, my God,
she does?
She does.

You blend in perfectly with
the background in every way.

So, are you in?

Oh, my God,
I-I don't know.

I mean, uh,
we just got married
and I'm still in school.

Uh, do I have to
decide right now?

No, no,
take your time.

I'll just tell Cyndi
you're on the fence

about traveling the world
with her.

Wait, no,
she's doing it.

Geoff, are you serious?

This has always
been your dream.

Until it wasn't your dream
for a little while,

but then it became
your dream again,

and you gotta follow
that dream to Europe,

home of all
the great wars.

Fun guy you got there.

So, I'm gonna
pencil you in as yes?

I guess this is happening.

It's really happening.
Yeah, it is.

While Geoff knew
Erica couldn't
turn down that offer,

Barry turned to the Frentas
to help with my mom.

There you are.

It was so hard
to find you two,

because neither of you
have jobs.

Uh, I have a thriving
floral business.

Don't make me
repeat myself.

And motherhood
is a full-time...

Save it.
Barry Goldberg!

I'm sorry, I'm just really
worried about my mom.

Oh, no!
Is she okay?

She's mumbling about
building a time machine

to go back
when her little baby

suckled at her life-giving
grocery store. Her words.

And yet you
remembered them

and thought to repeat them
loudly in public.

I'm not looking for
a give-and-take, Ginzy.

Time to throw on your
unflattering jogging suits

and lift her spirits
with one of your power walks!

Well, I wish I could,
but I sprained my ankle
at aerobics class.

Well, crossing the street to
get to the wine bar after.

Also, I didn't go to
aerobics class.

No one cares about your
lack of discipline, Essie.

You need to help distract
my mom from the sad reality

that her weirdest and youngest
child is leaving home!

Barry, despite
your unappealing words,

I understand, because my Chad
is also graduating today.

Never heard of him.
Stop with these flimsy excuses

and do your duty

as my mother's
best friends/pathetic
followers.

Now, go! Go, go!
Oh. Okay.

Mama, look!

Your dear and aged friends are
here of their own free will!

Why, so they can say goodbye
forever like everybody else?

Sniffle, sniffle.

I'm sorry, I would sniffle for
real, but all the crying

has left me stripped of
my natural moistures.

Actually, we're here
to take you

on a little pick-me-up
power walk.

Fresh air, Mama.

God's Renuzit.

Well, I guess
a little exercise
might be a good thing.

There you go!

Now hit the open road with
these two tumbleweeds.

Come on, off you go.

As Barry sent my mom
out walking,

Geoff was prepping Erica
for the road.

Surprise!
You're all packed.

Wow, look at you.
Ready to get rid of me.

No, but I bet
you'll never guess
where all your underwear is.

Is it stuffed
in my shoes?

Yeah, it's the patented
Schwartz space saver.

And don't forget
to layer up,

because Europe has seven
different climates.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

What are you doing?

Geoff, just stop!
Stop what?

You always do this!

You're always such
a supportive
and loving husband

who puts my needs first!

I don't mean to!
Of course
you never mean to.

You just are.

And I'm sick of it!

You're always like
"you, you, you, Erica,"

but what about your needs,
damn it?

Well, my only need
is for you to be happy.

How dare you?

What about your happiness,
mister?

Have you ever
considered yourself

for one single,
solitary second?

No.
Of course you haven't,
you unselfish jerk.

I thought I was
doing what you wanted.

You are... always,
and I've had enough.

I'm sorry, I guess?

Well, you shouldn't be.

Every time
you open your mouth,
something nice spills out

and you make me feel like
the luckiest girl
in the world.

I can do better.
You can't,
you sweet son of a bitch.

You're literally perfect.

I don't have to be.
I can change.

I can be
the bad man you want.

You say that,
but you don't mean it.

Just let me try.
Fine!

For once in your life,
stop being so damn loving

and tell me
what you want.

I don't want you
to go to Europe
with Cyndi Lauper.

And there it is!

But guess what?

I don't want to
go either.

I'm so lost.

So, wh-what's gonna happen?

I'll tell you
what's gonna happen.

I'm gonna stay right here
with my amazing husband.

You are?
But what about your dream?

Geoff,
you're my dream.

You.

My God,
I love you so much.

I love you, too.

While Erica and Geoff made
a big decision together,

it was finally time
for my big day.

Graduation was here,

and everything was
just as I'd imagined,

except for the fact that
Beverly Goldberg was missing.

Where the hell's
my mom?

The only
possible answer is

she's trapped at
the bottom of a wishing well.

Dave Kim!

It's more plausible
than her missing

her schmoopie's special day.

Adam, I'm sure
she's just parking.

Or maybe Dave Kim's
bottom-of-the-well thing.

It is odd.

Barry, where's Mom?

She's not up there
with you?

Why would Mom be with me?

I don't know.
To make you sit in her lap
one last time?

What you two have
is weird.

What's weird is that I'm here,
and too early, if I may add.

And spare me some speeches
some kid makes

that life is too short.

Not short enough,
if you ask me.

Fine.

Keep an eye on
our uplifting grandfather.

I'll go find Mom.
Excuse me.

And so, my brother hit the
streets with one mission...

Get Beverly Goldberg
to graduation.

Where the hell
is my mom?

She was so fast.

Like a racehorse,
you know?

We couldn't keep up.

Which way?
There's no way
to tell.

I blinked and she was
beyond the horizon.

She has another gear, man.

Like, so explosive through
her thighs and glutes.

Now, please, take me to
my son's graduation!

Sorry, no time!

Yep, my mom had gone rogue,

and nothing was gonna stop
Barry from finding her...

...except this.

Officer Puchinski,
let me go through.

I have a minor
family emergency.

Oh, I'm aware.

Get her
out of the road.

Mama!

What are you doing?

Oh, hey, boopie,
I'm just getting
a little power walk in.

It's just, Adam is graduating
from high school right now.

Oh, I don't know what
you're talking about.

If I'm not there, it couldn't
possibly be happening.

Look, I know you're having
a hard time right now,

but you can't miss this.
It's really important.

What's important is I keep
walking and no one grows up

and no one ever leaves me
and nothing ever changes.

But that's not
how it works.

Why can't it?

Then my babies
would still be here,

and I wouldn't be
completely clueless

about what to do
with the rest of my life.

I'll tell you
what you're gonna do.

You're gonna
face it head-on.

Might not
always be easy.

In fact, it... it might
hurt sometimes,

but you're so lucky,
'cause Adam?

He's gonna miss you as much as
you're gonna miss him.

How do you know?

Because that's
how I feel.

Why do you think
I'm always at the house?

Groceries?

Obviously, but also
because it's home.

It's where
you and Dad are.

That will never,
ever change.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, I'm missing
my baby's graduation!

The hell you are.
I heard every word.

Stay on my tail.

Beverly! Wait!

The time to graduate was here,

but my mom still wasn't.

Welcome,
students and families,

to the graduation
of the class of 198...

If everyone would please
take a seat,

we will...commence.

Randall Henry Abington,

come get your diploma.

What the hell, man?

It's starting,
and my mom
is nowhere in sight.

Mine is.

What? Does everything
have to be about you?

Brea Bee!

Come on down!

Sorry, Ad,
kinda gotta do this.

At least try to stall.

Stall?
Vamp?

Do a little soft shoe?
Tell a story with your feet.

Brea,
I got a lot of names here.

If you'd just put a little
zip in your howdy.

He has no power
over you anymore.

You are molasses, baby.

Let's go, youngsters.

There you are.
Where've you been?

Oh, um,
I was still nauseous,

so I just popped in
to see the doctor.

Is everything all right?
Actually, yeah.

Better than all right.

Whew!

You may begin,
I'm here.

And I'm here, too!
I'm so sorry, Chadwick!

Your father saved us
terrible seats.

Oh, Mom!
You made it out of
the wishing well.

What does that mean,
schmoopie?

It's one of the many working
theories of your whereabouts.

Any chance you were buried
under rubble?

I had $20 on it.

Barry, thank you.

No problem, Ad Rock.

It's a pretty big day
for all of us.

And that includes
all the other people here

who aren't Goldbergs.

Now can I please
get these kids
off my books?

Do your thing!
I'm barely here.

Adam Frederick Goldberg.

Whoo!

And with that, it was a few
steps to the end of an era.

It happened in a blink,
and I can only imagine

what that felt like
for my mom.

♪ The second hand unwinds

♪ If you're lost you can look
and you will find me

♪ Time after time

♪ If you fall
I will catch you
I'll be waiting

♪ Time after time

♪ If you're lost, you can look
and you will find me

♪ Time after time

♪ If you fall
I will catch you
I will be waiting

♪ Time after time

Yeah, I couldn't have done any
of it without her or my dad.

And standing up there,
I thought about

all the people who
got me to this day...

The friends, the teachers...

And another page turns.

Way to go,
young people!

...but especially
the greatest, most insane,

loving family
a kid could ever ask for.

Mama, you okay?

You know what?
I am. I am.

I know there's no more babies
at home, but it's okay.

I'm excited
for what's next.

Yeah, Mom,
about that.

Oh, my God.

You're not.

What isn't she?

Actually, I am.

Why is she screaming?

Geoff, we're having a baby.

Really?
I'm gonna be a dad?

You're gonna be
the best dad.

Mazel tov, kiddos.

My baby's having a baby!

I'm gonna be a grandma!

That's the most
important person
in a new child's life!

You know, my Pops once said,

"Always bet on
the side of love."

I miss him every day,
but he lives on,

because like with all matters
of the heart, he was right.

That's just what
my family does.

We bet on love.

And for the most part,
it's worked out pretty great.

Of course, looking back,

every little detail may not
have been exactly right.

But there's one thing
I am sure about...

It was a day
I would never forget.

You know how it goes by now.

It was 1980-something,
the year I graduated
high school,

the year I became an uncle,
and it was awesome.

♪ Time after time ♪

Hurry up, I'm excited!

Just know I'm doing this
as a graduation gift to you.

An angel has fallen to earth
and put on a sweater.

I immediately
regret this.

Cool train, bro.

That means
you're a train lover.

It's open to
interpretation!

Oh, but wait, there's more.
Please say there's a hat.

You know
there's a damn hat!

For the kissy express,

of course the conductor
wears a hat.

Chugga-chugga-schmoo-schmoo!

Oh!

Holy