Original subtitles

Rise of the

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Rise of the

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Heroes in the half-shell Turtle power

Rising up against evil paint the city green

Raph is ready for a fight Leo's making a scene

Mikey's got mad skills Donnie rocks machines

With each other they discover

Their destiny and rise

Cowabunga

Rise of the

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Heroes in the half-shell Turtle power

Rise

[instrumental hip-hop music]

[tires squeal]

[portal whirs]

[accordion music playing]

- We have never been graced

with a yokai of your kind before.

[chuckles]

And I sure hope that was your lap.

- [groans]

[portal whirs]

[menacing music]

[buzzing]

[thump, splat]

[gasps]

The Makers of Brutality?

all: [groaning]

- [snaps finger] - My humblest apologies,

Boss Beverly. May I suffer

a thousand tortures for making you wait.

- Eye sockets this way, Hueso.

We're here for the mob meeting.

- The Makers of Brutality meeting is tonight?

- Nobody forgets my boss' business dinner.

- [screams]

[clients screaming]

[laughs] Excuse me,

but I am not a soup crouton.

[funk music]

- Run of the Mill Pizza.

I am so gonna beat you there. - Not a competition.

- Did you say something, second place?

- Just 'cause you beat me in Skate Ball for the first time

doesn't make you the all-time champ of everything.

- I know, just the all-time champ of today, baby.

Cowabunga! - Yeah.

[laughs] - Yes! Yeah.

both: [grunt]

- On the scene, just like you asked.

Give us the 911.

- I booked the Makers of Brutality

and the Masters of Barbarianism meetings for the same night.

- Uh, is that bad?

- They are mortal enemies.

They will not hesitate to bash each other

and destroy my whole place.

- So, naturally, you called the toughest bouncers you knew

to boot these bozos out of here.

- Heavens no.

I need you to be my waiters and chefs.

My entire staff cut out when they saw those brutes.

You two will be my temps.

- But we're natural born bouncers.

That's like asking Lou Jitsu to serve cold soup.

- Yes, yes, you will cope. Now, keep them separated,

always eating, and never let them fight each other

or else they will destroy my restaurant.

My body can be repaired, but my heart,

she lives in my restaurant.

Let no harm come to her.

- All right, all right, all right.

But can we keep our weapons?

- No, no, those are way too sharp

to be around this restaurant.

Side note, push dishes that require only spoons.

both: Huh?

- Buenas noches.

Our completely trained and completely professional

waiting staff will be right with you.

[thump] Huh?

[menacing music] - [snorts]

- The Masters of Barbarianism?

[gasps, laughs]

Excuse me just for one minute.

all: Hmm... - Welcome, welcome.

[upbeat music] - Oh, yeah.

- Got dressed quicker than you. - Okay, stop.

We got a job to do here.

Plus, everyone knows it's all about who wore it best.

Um, me.

- Sorry, can't hear you. Too busy being a great waiter.

Hello, new friends.

Are we ready to be seated?

both: [hissing] - I'll take that as a yes.

This way.

Hold these, coat boy. - What?

[clank]

Hey!

- Hmm. - Thank you for coming.

I'm Michael, the number one waiter here--ah!

[glass shatters]

- I'll be serving you serpent dudes,

as my brother serves some other guys

who I'm sure you've never met.

Huh? [whimpers]

Ah. all: [inquisitive groan]

- Huh? Ah... - Oh, no.

[dramatic music] all: [groan]

- Come to think of it, maybe we shouldn't have sat you

right next to each other.

all: [hiss]

- It is like all they heard was, "Make them fight."

- [growls] - [growls]

- Okay, everybody, chill.

both: Hmm...

- We wouldn't wanna damage this fine eating establishment.

Besides, it's not good to fight on an empty stomach.

Who's got six fingers and just saved the day?

This guy.

- [groans]

Who needs menus?

I see you in a thin crust swimming in sheep cheese

and succulent swamp meats.

all: Oh. - Yes.

Ha-ha! Good luck coming up with anything half as good as that,

Second Place. [laughs]

- Uh...

- [whispers] All time champ of the day.

- [groans] - Ooh, baby.

- What about us, Blue?

- [chuckles nervously] Um...

- Uh... [panting]

- Yeah, it's all good, chief. I have the perfect thing.

[dramatic thump]

- [snorts]

- [giggles] - Estupido.

- Way to go, Orange. I love this guy.

Come here.

Here's a little something extra for you.

- Thanks. No way.

Four unicorns.

- Get over here.

- Gosh, look at how cute they are.

Aw.

- Okay, stop. By impressing your guys,

you showed me up and made me tick my guys off.

You remember why we're here, right?

- Sounds like Second Place is jelly of my unicorns.

- This is not a competition.

- Says the guy with zero unicorns.

- What are we talking about?

- How come you got something fancy?

- Maybe this place knows a real mob boss when they meet one.

both: [groan]

- [laughs] One million apologies.

Is there--? - We want Orange

to wait on us. - Yes.

Ha-cha! More unicorns for Mikey.

And how may the all-time champ of today be of service to you?

- Hey, they're my mobsters. - [grunts]

[dramatic music]

- [smug laughter]

[applause]

- [chuckles]

Here you go, kid. - Oh.

- Five unicorns. That's one more than four.

- [gasps] - Shocking.

As waiters they do not totally stink.

- Hey, that's my bread.

Those are supposed to be my unicorns.

- What's that, Second Place? No, no, last place.

- Oh, it is on.

Whoever gets the most unicorns

is the all-time champ of forever, baby.

- Bring it, baby.

both: [groaning]

[tense music]

[grunting]

[knife clacking on cutting board]

[blade swishes]

- Ah!

- [grunting]

[applause]

[applause]

[accordion music playing] - Whoo-hoo! Yeah.

- Excellent.

- Ah!

- [moaning]

[spirited music]

both: [grunting]

[blade swishes]

[fire roars]

- Ah. Ah!

- [groans]

both: [screaming]

all: [gasp]

[groan] - No, no, no, no, no, no.

My grandmother had a saying.

Do not get mad, eat cake.

[bell rings] all: Mmm.

- Cake.

- One thousand one, one thousand two--

oh, what's this? One thousand three unicorns.

- Me too. We're dead even.

I'm naming you all George, except you.

You're Mikey Jr.

- We have the best cake above or below the city.

all: Oh.

- Ah!

all: [groan]

- One day, we will all laugh at this.

Apparently, today is not that day.

[screams]

- Five unicorns to whichever waiter

shatters Bonesy into a hundred pieces.

- Huh? - No way.

There's not enough unicorns in the world.

- One hundred unicorns.

both: Deal.

- I mean, no. I mean, deal.

Oh, I'm so conflicted.

- Please, take the deal.

Broken bones are nothing compared to my broken heart

if my restaurant, she was destroyed.

- For the love of brutality, I'll do it then.

- [screams] Not my chandelier.

[whimpers]

- Sorry, chicos, you can't put a price on friendship.

We got so carried away with our competition,

we forgot what really matters.

Punching and kicking bad guys. - Yeah!

- As well as not damaging one square inch of my restaurant.

- Somebody teach these circus clowns a lesson.

- [hisses, screams]

- [grunts]

Ah! - Huh?

Whoa. - [screams]

[groans]

- Ah. Phew--ah!

- [growls] Huh?

- Oh. - [whimpering]

- [chuckles]

[dishes swish]

[upbeat music]

Boom-bam-bang.

- Let me get these out of the way.

- [grunts]

- Mm? Oh.

- [laughs]

You're welcome.

- [snaps finger] - [gasps, whistles]

- The two mobs are teaming up. We're outnumbered.

- No problem. Ooh-ah!

Attack!

Come on, George, George, George, George, George, George.

- Okay.

all: Ah!

- George, George, George, George.

- We get it, dude.

- Amazing.

You dispatched the street thugs and there is no damage at all.

- I'm sorry we got caught up in the competition, Bone Man.

- It was not your fault. It was mine, for calling you.

But you were true friends and did what I asked.

You brought no harm to my beautiful...

[unicorns squeaking, munching]

[dish shatters]

- Race you back home.

Winner is all-time champ of tomorrow, baby.

- What? Oh, come on.

- Uh, I must lose their phone numbers.

Oy vey.