All language subtitles for Good Times s06e04 Floridas Homecoming 4.eng

Thelma, you're gorgeous. You're sweet.
You're the best woman I've ever met.

And I'm not marrying you for your
cooking. Wait,

wait, wait. Would you repeat that?

I said I'm not marrying Thelma for her
cooking. Is that a proposal?

It is.

Well, I better come right to the point.

Well, let's do that.

How much and how soon?

Right now.

I don't find this easy to say, but we're
going to have to let you go.

Let me go?

Well, look, Sweet Daddy ain't marrying
her, but I'm the one lent you the money

to pay for her wedding. Trust me, Sweet
Daddy, I'll pay you back somehow. I know

you will, because you're lucky.

See?

Tight -lipped Mary ran it down to me
that your sister is marrying a big -time

football player who is up for a million
-dollar contract.

So she better going to use that sucker
for collateral.

I've been waiting a long time to give
you this.

Oh, Ma.

I'm going to give it right back after
the wedding. Oh, no, you won't.

Oh, Ma, this is something you've always
treasured. That's why I'm giving it to

you, honey.

My mother gave it to me, and she
treasured it, too.

J .J., my man.

You in trouble?

the conclusion of Florida's homecoming.

Hey, Michael, just don't be leaning on a
ladder like that. Hold the thing. You

know, I could fall and hurt myself.

Not if you fall on your head.

Hey, Michael, don't hassle me. I got
enough problems as it is. Keith is

me for busting up his million -dollar
leg.

Hey, JT, now, you know that wasn't your
fault, man. It was an accident.

I know that, Michael. I even went to the
hospital to see him, but he put out a

sign outside his door that says, Do not
disturb.

Occupant deceased.

I tried to write him a get well card,
and he sent him back, Mark, suck eggs.

From that, I drew the conclusion that I
was not on his Christmas list.

But that doesn't make any difference.

I'm still on Sweet Daddy's critical
list.

AJ, do you think he'll send his hoods
after you?

Let me put it to you this way, Michael.

Don't have no fans around here, because
something's going to be hitting it, and

it's going to be me.

J .J., you're so skinny that you go
right through the blades without getting

touched.

You know, bro, that's not the only
problem you got on your hand. Oh, yeah?

What's that?

You can't spell.

B -R -I -D -L -E is for horses.

Michael, I did that to loosen things up
around here.

Because, see, I know that Keith and
Thumb are going to be spending their

honeymoon in there, and there's going to
be a lot of horsing around.

notice what they were talking about.

Hi, Tess.

Hi, Mom. Hi, Wilona. Hi, babe.

JJ, you misspelled a word.

That bridal is for a horse.

Well, Keith and Thumbel are going to
spend their honeymoon in there.

There's going to be a whole lot of
horses around.

So did JJ, but it's a lot harder for a
rooster to do it.

Hey, JJ, come on. Let's go finish with
the bridal suite.

In a minute, Michael.

Hey, Ma.

I sprayed the bridal suite with my
special new cologne called the Die Hard.

Guaranteed to get you started even on
the coldest days.

I laid out Keith's fanciest silk pajamas
and Thelma's sexiest nightgown. If that

don't stop Keith from hating me, nothing
will.

JJ. When he sees her in that nightgown,
honey, he will only forget you. He'll

forget October, November, and December,
and maybe even New Year's Eve.

Poor J .J. He means well, but he's just
like that little old lady driving down

the freeways.

Nothing happens to her, but right behind
her, there's a 10 -car smash -up.

a nice dinner waiting for Keith when he
gets home from the hospital.

What is that?

Thanks.

That bookman, he's been promising to fix
this faucet ever since I got home.

Keith and Thelma were looking forward to
spending a nice honeymoon someplace.

Now they gotta spend it here.

Well, it's like having a bridal suite on
the Titanic.

Let's hope they won't have to stay here
long.

Good afternoon, ladies.

Hey. Hey, Booger, don't you have enough?

No, I always go for gin.

Hey, that ain't the way to spell bridal
sweet.

Oh?

Sweet is S -W -E -E -T.

Hey, where's all your boxes and
everything?

Y 'all ain't packed yet?

Oh, my God.

You told me before the wedding that
you'd be moving out at the end of the

Bookman, in all the excitement, I
forgot.

J .J. lost his job and Keith didn't sign
his contract, so we're just gonna have

to stay here. No, it's too late.

Oh, come on, Bookman. You couldn't have
rented the place already.

Say what?

Why you think I'm up here to fix the
faucets?

He rented it.

Oh, Bookman, come on. You can't do this.
I have no place to stay.

Hey, there ain't no skin off my behind.

You wouldn't miss it, no, huh?

Mr. Bookman.

Uh -huh.

Mr. Bookman, when you want something,
whatever happened to Buffalo Butt?

I don't remember anybody around here
calling you that kind of a name.

No? What about Whale Tail?

Moby Dick?

Blubber Butt?

I never called you any of those names.

You blew it. Everybody else did.

Our department's ready. Oh, Bookman, you
know that Keith had an accident.

Now, what does that got to do with me?
Well, he's coming home from the hospital

today. I still don't see what that's got
to do with me.

Bookman, can't we discuss this over a
nice piece of sweet potato pie?

Now, that's got something to do with me.

Look, I'm only accepting this just to be
social, okay? I mean, it has no bearing

on your thing.

Well, I've made this for Keith, but he
certainly could need a whole pie.

That's right.

With his leg all busted up, we don't
know whether pie is even good for him.

Yeah, if he ate a whole pie, it could
make him sick.

Thank you.

Mmm.

Mmm. Delicious.

Good Lord, the tater pie tastes good.

You know something?

It's too bad your kids are always making
fun of me.

Now, why would you say that?

Like yesterday, one of them wrote on the
elevator, 2 ,000 pound capacity or

Bookman.

feelings, too. Of course you do, Booger.

I mean, Mr. Bookman.

You know, people think I'm fat because I
overeat.

It's not true. I just have big bones.

You got the biggest bones.

I'm just crazy about them bones.

Uh, Mr. Bookman, how would you like some
ice cream to go with your sweet potato

pie? Oh, no, no.

What kind?

You got chocolate.

And strawberry.

My favorite.

You know something, Ms. Evans.

Call me Florida.

Thank you, Ms. Woods. Call me 31
flavors.

All at your disposal, and nothing gets
by your disposal.

You know something?

I was just thinking, the Hawkins family,
I don't think they'd make very good

tenants. They all look like they're on
diet.

Besides, y 'all are very nice folks.

Hey there, Morby Dick. What do you have
for Buffalo Butt?

Yeah, you cause any tidal waves lately?

On second thought, I think the Hawkins
family will love this apartment.

Okay, then.

Uh, Mr. Bookman has just been kind
enough to say he was gonna forget about

telling him we were gonna move out.

Hey, thank you, Lotto.

Your heart's almost as big as your old
buffalo butt. J .J.!

Just jiving, Bookman, just jiving. Hey,
look, it's all right.

Everything's cool. Y 'all can stay.

But I gotta go.

Because me and Miss Bookman's going out
for dinner.

You know, he's okay. And I was

getting tired of calling him Buffalo,
but anyway.

Let's see now.

Rhino rope.

We should be thankful at least we have a
place to stay.

Whoever thought we'd be thankful for
this?

Oh, don't worry about it, Ma.

I get a job.

I mean, I'm black, young, and from the
ghetto.

And all the unemployment statistics
point to the fact that I'm going to

an unemployment statistic.

Oh, now, J .J., don't give up hope.

Hi, everybody.

Hi, Thomas.

Hey, Keith. Welcome home, Keith.

Hey, brother.

Hold it right there, J .J.

Back up.

Oh, come on, Keith, now. Take it easy,
huh? As long as I gotta stay here, I

that totem pole brother of yours at
least one room length away from me.

Uh, Selma, why don't you make Keith
comfortable on the couch?

Okay, Mom.

Come on, Keith.

Now, Keith, you know that, uh,

J .J. was just trying to welcome you
home.

Yeah, everything's gonna be all right.

I'm going to protect you.

Nobody's going to even touch that leg
anymore.

I guess I just got a little carried
away.

Thanks to you, I got carried away.

Uh, Ma, doesn't that kid look wonderful?

Oh, he looks fine, Thelma.

When are you going to join your football
team?

Well, Dr. Bronson, my surgeon, said I
should be off these crutches in a couple

of weeks.

But as far as playing football goes, he
wants a second opinion from another

orthopedic specialist.

Hey, don't get a second opinion. The
only reason doctors want second opinions

so they can afford to invest in
condominiums.

Hey, newlyweds, how'd you like to take a
look at your bridal suite?

Oh, yeah, and that was all J .J.'s idea.

Terrific. You know, a week ago, Thelma
and I were moving into a penthouse suite

overlooking Lake Michigan. You could see
the sailboat sweeping across the lake.

Now look at the view I got.

An alley with Bookman's underwear on a
clothesline.

Well, when it's a good breeze, Bookman's
drawers billow out just like a sale.

Uh, Keith, look, we have to make the
best of this, okay? This is not what I

in mind for our honeymoon.

Look, Keith, I'll try to make it up to
you.

I mean, from now on, I'll be a complete
honeymoon service. I'll be at your beck

and call.

All you have to do is just sing out any
time, day or night, knowing that my ear

will be at your door.

I will always and never be far away from
your bedside.

What he means is he didn't mean any of
that.

Hello?

Yes, he is.

Oh, okay.

It's Dr. Bronson, Keith.

Oh, I guess he has that second opinion.

Okay, Doc, let's hear it.

Uh -huh.

Uh -huh.

Uh -huh.

Yeah, thanks for the word, Doc.

Bye.

Keith?

What did Dr. Bronson say?

Nothing good.

You mean you can't play football
anymore?

Sure I can, anytime I want, except for
one little problem.

What? He said if I ever get a good hit
in the knee, I'll never walk straight

again.

Well, there goes everything down the
drain. My contract, my future.

Didn't even get a chance to play pro
ball.

Went right from a never was to a has
been.

Keith, don't give up.

Keith, you know the doctors could be
wrong. Those were two of the best

orthopedic surgeons in the world, and
they both agreed it'd be murder if I

playing football again.

Oh, Keith, get a third opinion, a fourth
opinion, a fifth opinion.

It must be one of those doctors who's
got more guts than the other ones.

Thanks, toothpick.

Oh, come on, Keith. Can't you look at
the bright side of things? Like what?

Like things are never as bad as they
seem. It's always darkest before the

Or as one old wise man once said, you
got nothing to worry about as long as

got your health and two good legs to
stand on. JJ!

Please, remember.

You still got a college education.

Oh, yeah, great. All they taught me was
to play football.

From now on, I'm a typical black Ph .D.

Poor, hassled, and depressed.

Keith, man, it's not the end of the
world.

Um, Keith, would you like a nice cold
beer? No!

Uh, well, let me put the pillow
underneath you. Would you stop nagging

Nagging you?

Um...

Keith, look, I'm only trying to help
you, you know, and I do know what you're

going through. How the hell do you know
what I've been going through?

Did you smash your knee?

Did you lose a million -dollar contract?

No, and I'm trying not to lose a
husband.

Baby, I love you.

Do you really love me?

Yes. Then get off my case! Hey, wait,
wait, wait. Hold on, Keith. Man, I know

you hurt me, but you ain't been married
to my sister long enough to start

yelling at her.

Michael. Take it easy.

Hey, look here, Keith.

Thelma has done nothing to hurt you.
Nothing at all, except for marry you.

I'm sorry, Thelma. That didn't come out
right.

What I mean is, if you want somebody to
pick on, I'm your man.

I mean, how do you want me to kill
myself?

Commit Harry Carey? Jump in Lake
Michigan and pollute myself to death?

Eat Thelma's cooking?

Why do you want me to kill myself?

Give me a little time, and I'll think of
something real good.

Oh, now, Keith, you're not being fair.

You're acting as if J .J. hurt you on
purpose.

That's right, man. He was just taking
your picture, and you tripped over him.

Yeah, I was the one that got rear
-ended.

I don't believe this. I don't believe
this. I'm the victim, and everyone's

feeling sorry for poor, misunderstood J
.J. Hey, Keith, brother -in -law, I

think you should back up there a little
bit. You know, you're not the only

victim around here.

My brother J .J. just lost his job.

But he still paid for your wedding.

And I was supposed to go to college.

But now that's out.

You see, I have to pitch in and help
around here.

So there goes my big dream.

Wait, you back up. Back up, Michael.

Now you're going to college just like
your daddy and I always planned. Mama.

Nobody's going to kill that dream.

Mama, I know you need the extra money
around here. Michael, you can get a part

-time job.

Instead of going away, you can go to
college right here in Chicago.

Oh, wow, man.

Oh, now, listen, everybody.

We've had lots of adversity. Lord knows
we have.

But we've never let it get us down
before, and we're not going to start

it get us down now.

Now, we're going to fight our way out of
this. Things have just got to get

better.

Not necessarily, mother. Not
necessarily.

Look, Mr.

Bloodsucker, I don't take too kindly to
folks like you barging into my home

without an invitation.

Madam, you are so right.

Claude, inviting sweet daddy.

So, how's that for proper protocol?

You watch this protocol.

You get out of here now, or I'm going to
call the police.

Well, then call my apartment, because
that's where they're playing cards at.

And you can tell the chief of police
that Sweet Daddy said hello.

Hi, JJ.

Oh, hi, sweets.

Look, y 'all ain't got nothing to worry
about. I just came by to give my deepest

sympathies to the injured one.

Thanks a lot.

Not you, fool.

Him.

Me? I don't have an injury.

That's an oversight that is about to be
corrected.

What is he talking about, J .J.? Well,
Ma, I bought a towel from Sweets to pay

for Thelma's wedding.

Yeah, at $400 a week interest.

$400?

You're nothing but a robber.

Madam.

No, no. You see, I prefer to think of
myself as a provider to the needy.

And when Sweet Daddy casts his bread on
the waters, he expects it to come back

with extra slices.

Dig.

Don't be sacrilegious.

This family pays its debts.

Now you're going to get your foul.

But you won't get one cent of that
crooked interest.

You dig?

No interest?

Woman, is you a commie?

I mean, I ain't no social agency.

You got to think of Sweet Daddy's image.

You don't have one.

Vampires don't cast images.

You got a funny son. I mean, that's very
funny. I'm going to remember that if

you ever grow up.

Now, folks, let's just get serious.

Boys, go over there and break the bones
of the bony one.

You'll have to come through me first.
Yeah, me too.

Yeah, me too.

Yeah, me too.

Who the hell do you think you are, man?
You overdressed termite?

I don't believe this.

Fellas, this is funny. I mean, don't you
recognize what we got here digging?

Here they are, the Black Walters.

Wrong.

They're nice. We're mean.

Oh, yeah? Well, pretty mama, we can be
meaner. Let's bust up this place so I

collect my stuff.

Hey, hold on, sweet daddy man. I got a
bike that can get you at least $35.

Oh, yeah? Well, I can pay little Johnny
a dollar and he'll steal it.

Hey, look here, sweets.

I got some paintings that'll be worth a
lot when I'm dead.

That's funny.

Got my all -American ring.

Solid gold.

Oh, I don't want to hear no sad story,
man. How much is it worth?

About $20.

$20? You must be crazy. What's going on
here now?

Mom?

Hey. What have we got here?

Wait a minute, wait a minute, let me see
that.

Aha, looks like an antique.

Might be worth something.

I don't know what it's worth to you, but
it's worth everything to me.

My mother gave me that locket, and I've
waited all these years to give it to my

baby.

But if it makes you feel like the big
man you think you are, you keep that

locket and give me my son.

And take

your hats off in my house.

Didn't you hear what the woman said?
Take off your hat.

And go over there and look at the door
and do something.

Ma 'am, I know this is going to sound
kind of strange, but... Well,

Sweet Daddy's mama used to wear locket
just like that, and I really loved that

one. Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Here's what I'm going to do.

I'm going to sell for the style.

But I got one thing to say, and dig
this.

If anybody...

ever mentions one word to me that they
heard about Sweet Daddy showing some

kindness, baby, I'm going to come back
here and really raise hell. You

understand me?

Bless you. Oh, God.

I've got to stay awake. Thank you,
Jesus.

We're family again.

Keeping your head above water.

Making a wave when you can.

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