All language subtitles for Dream On (1990) S03E17 AI.en

Libby, I know you put a lot
of work into this one,
but I'm afraid that--

Come on, Marty,
it's a great book.

- There's some really good work
in there, you know?
- Oh!

How about the scene
where Mr. Faggioli
makes love to Lillian

right there
in the butcher shop, huh?

- Yeah, but--
- What's the matter?
It didn't get to you?

"The smell of the sawdust,

"her naked body pressed
against the wax paper,

the rib roast on Special."

I'm sorry, Libby, I just--

I just don't think
this one is right for us.

All right, I'll make you a deal.

You publish my book,

and I'll give you
the best blowjob you ever had.

Huh? What do you say?

Bye-bye, Libby.

You don't know
what you're missing, Marty.

- I used to play the trumpet.
- Yeah, well, it's my loss.

So bye-bye, now,
you take it easy.

Watch that traffic out there.

Is the week over? Huh?

Is it Friday?
Is it almost 5:00?

What, were you
in a car accident?

Yeah, it's Friday,
and as soon as Fenton drops off
the book, we're out of here.

Cape Cod, here I come.

You know, me and my sister
Gina went to Cape Cod once.

- She slept with a Kennedy.
- Which Kennedy?

- Is there a Leonard?
- I'll be in my office.

Marty, where's my book?

Where's my big bestseller?
Getting harder than algebra,
just thinking about it.

Well, actually,
Fenton hasn't brought it in yet.

Jesus Christ, Marty,
it goes to the printers
on Monday.

It'll be there on Monday.

Look, he's a little behind
schedule.

He's going through a rough
divorce, but I talked
to him this morning,

and the book
is finished, really.

Everything's gonna be fine.

I'm not worried,
don't you be worried.

I promise you,
his book will be on your desk
first thing Monday.

Very good, Marty, very good.

Of course,
if it's not on my desk
first thing Monday morning,

I'm gonna take your balls,
paint them pretty colors,

toss them in a basket,
and ship them off
to the Easter Bunny.

Why shoot a little Easter Bunny?

- Have a nice weekend.
- You too.

Looks pretty bad, doesn't it?

Worse than that.

Oh, my God.

Here comes Peter Cottontail.

I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

Wait a minute,
wait a minute, Fenton.

- You must have copies.
- No, this is it.

- You've got it on disk, right?
- She microwaved it.

Someone's coming
down the bunny trail.

- Hard drive?
- In the dishwasher.

I guess
she's got a lot of anger.

- And too many appliances.
- Well, I'm fucked.

- I'm totally fucked.
- I love Easter.

- It's my favorite holiday.
- Do you wanna hit me?

Go ahead,
it'll make you feel better.

- Fenton.
- Ow.

- Toby.
- Well, you weren't gonna do it.

- Martin.
- Ariel.

- Cape Cod.
- Yes, yes, Cape Cod Zoo.

Zoo Cape Cod. Have a seat.
All right, all right, now.

There must be
something we can do.

Why don't you tell
Gibby the truth?
I'm sure he'll understand.

I just kill myself sometimes.

Fortunate for you,
you got a dress on,
or I'd bust you in the nose.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

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

- We're gonna put this
back together.
- We are?

Why not?
We can still read the words.
We'll do it piece by piece.

Shh, if you listen,
you can hear pigs flying.

Okay, we got 62 hours.
Fenton, I'm gonna need you
all weekend.

Okay, I don't have a toothbrush,
but of course I understand.

- Where do you think
you're going?
- Forget it.

I gotta see
my aunt this weekend.

She's in the hospital, dying.
She could go any minute.

I'll pay you double golden time
and kick in two vacation days.

She's in God's hands.
I'll get the tape.

We'll use the conference room.
You better put on
a fresh pot of coffee.

We can do this.
I know we can do this.

- Cape Cod.
- Huh?

Oh. Oh, Ariel. I-- I'm sorry.

Some other weekend
Cape Cod, okay?

This weekend book.

- No Cape Cod?
- No. No Cape Cod.

Oh, Rich, hold me.

Closer.

I am yours.

Go to fuck, Marty.

When do they go
to the Hotel Wah?

That's the Waterford,
chapter eight.

Isn't this how Stalin tortured
his political prisoners?

Toby, why don't you think
of this as a game, okay?

Sort of like a Jigsaw puzzle.

More like 318 Jigsaw puzzles.

Well, maybe that's
318 times the fun.

If I was to smack him
upside the head,

which side would
that be exactly?

Enough, Toby.
What I need from you

is a little less complaining
and a lot more work.

Look at my pile.
Look at Fenton's pile.

Your piles where
our piles were an hour ago.

There. Now I'm ahead of you.

Wake me when you catch up.

So, Fenton,
what does a guy got to do

to make a woman
do something like this?

I mean, this is not exactly

a cap off the toothpaste
kind of thing.

No, it was nothing like that.

She said
I left my passions on the page.

No kidding.

You seem like
a pretty feisty guy to me.

Do you think we could keep
the chit-chat to a minimum?

Some of us are aware
of our deadline here.

But she's really taking you
to the cleaners, huh?

So far it looks like
I'm going to be able
to keep my car

and my Indian arrowhead
collection.

Oh, you're really
making out like a bandits.

Does the word lollygagging
mean anything to anyone?

Shut up.
Would you please shut up?

We have been
in this room for 14 hours

breathing the same air.

I've got paper cuts
and tape goo all over my hands.

We're working
and we're exhausted

and we do not want
to hear about lollygagging

or dilly-dallying
or visiting with our neighbors.

So would you please
just shut up before I kill you?

Okay, I think we're ready
for a 15-minute break.

Please don't leave the building.

You sure give him a hard time.

When you got a gift.

So, Fenton, what'd you do
when you found all this?

Well, to be honest,
I got pretty steamed.

Yeah, and?

And I told her
I would appreciate it

if she didn't do it again.

Well, jump back.

Fenton, the woman hacked

the year
of your life into pieces.

Now, what are you
going to do about it?

Well, I'll probably get over it.

Ow! You keep hitting me.

Well, you got
to learn to hit back.

Really, I don't know
if this is such a good idea.

- Are you scared?
- Well--

Of course you're scared.
So use it.

Make your fear work for you.

The mongoose bites most fiercely
when it's cornered.

She dislocated my shoulder once.

It's a phone, Fenton.
It's a phone.

Okay, feel free
to call her names.

Make fun of body parts.
Threats are good.

Helen, it's me. I have some--

What? I'm at Whitestone.

Uh, Carol has him.

Of course the cat likes her.

- Well, I'm sorry, but--
- Remember the mongoose!

But that is not why I called.

I just wanted you
to know that I'm rather...

I am very, very upset
about what you did to my book.

I don't care
about your anger, okay?

No! You shut up!

My feelings have just as much
validity as your feelings.

That is something
you never understood, did you?

That's why
you are gonna grow old alone.

A very lonely old woman

with no friends,
no love, no pets.

I'm glad it's over.

Goodbye, Helen. Goodbye.

Wow.

That was incredible.

She was really surprised, too.

This is great.
Who else can I call?

My mother. No.

My sixth grade
math teacher, Mrs. Alsuite.

- She was such a bitch.
- Easy, easy. Slow down.

You've got to savor it
like a fine wine.

Oh, this is great.
Thank you, Toby.

No problem.

Toby! Fenton!

What are you two doing?

Our break
was over two minutes ago.

We're already
six pages behind schedule.

- What are you graining at?
- I'm a mongoose.

You people are a mess.

Okay, people.

We have to have this
on Gibby's desk

in 29 hours and 56 minutes.

Now, I think it's time
to review our goal.

Get a procedure on the knob
on the cleared path
through the minefields.

Then cut west as far
as you can go to our Texas two.

All right.

Why don't we start
with "Why are we here?"

The book.

We're here to do the book.

Not to make phone calls
to our ex-wives.

Not to complain
about the working conditions.

Not to put funny signs
on people's backs.

It's just as kind
of counterproductive--

- Are you okay?
- I'm fine.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck. My back!

I'll call 911.

No, no, no, no, the book.

I've got to finish the book.

Someone just bring me my pile.
I'll work on it from here.

Where's the tape?

Shit!

I got some pills
I take from my shoulder.

- Do you want one?
- No, thanks.

I'm not a big believer
in medication.

Please, Doug.

Oh, the pill, Fenton,
give me the fucking pill.

- I'm going to take a break.
- Toby, get back here.

- Come and get me.
- Come here!

Toby, your page
looks really great.

Well, you wrote it.

You know what would be good?

A book about ducks.

Ducks?

Everybody does books
about people.

When was the last time
you read a good duck book?

It just might work.

We'd clean up.

You know, I-- I like ducks.

I like the word "duck."

Duck.

Duck.

Think like happy ducks.

Uh, Martin, no more pills.

You've had like,
three or four already.

Oh, come on,
come on, just one more.

I-- I still got
a little twinge.

Twinge.
Tweenge.

Well, you ain't talking
good since, Granny.

Where you going?

I'm just going
into the corridor.

Corridor.

Wow.

This is amazing.

It's some view. Huh?

Yeah, I should
sit up here more often.

- Hey, there's Brooklyn.
- Oh,
and that great big bridge.

All those unbelievably
tall buildings.

People look just like ants.

Hi.

- Wake up!
- What?

Last page.

I think you should do it.

No, I think you should do it.

Let's do it together.

Toby! Fenton!

Marty.

Ariel? What are you doing here?

I-- I thought
you were mad at me.

- Jesus!
- No underwear.

All right, boys,
this is where we get off.

Oh, no, no, Ariel, no.

I've got to do the book.

Marty, I'm fantasy.

Lighten up!

- Where's she goes?
- Oh.

Oh, Ariel.

Hey, Marty.
What did I tell you? Huh?

Great, huh?

Where's my book, Marty?

- Gibby.
- Where's my book, Marty?

- Where's my book?
- I can explain it.

We-- we had a minor snag.

I need two more eggs
for my basket.

Where am I going
to find two more eggs?

What happened?

You had a real rough night, bud.

I don't understand it.

Where is everybody?

Yes, sir, Mr. Lebrand.
It's all finished.

Oh, my God.

Toby? Fenton?

Toby? Fenton?

Toby? Fenton?

Toby?

I can't believe you guys did it.

Get that book!

We were meant to be here,
to see what we have seen.

The Earth itself doesn't
want us to know these things.

- Yeah!
- Oh, Toby.

Oh, boy!

- Okay.
- Yeah, oh, boy!

Well, uh,
I'm going to take a shower,

so I'll be in Gibby's office.

I guess I know
where you'll be.

So I'll just leave
the book out here

in case you want to read it.

I seriously doubt it.

By tomorrow,
all our problems will be over.

♪ It's going to be
a brand new day ♪

Fenton?

Fenton?

♪ Everything will be okay ♪

Fenton?

♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪

Fenton?

- Helen.
- There you are.

I've been wandering around this
place for the last 20 minutes.

Look, I'm unarmed,
but I'm not afraid of you.

You're not, are you?

Ever since that call yesterday,

I haven't been able
to stop thinking about you.

You had such fire,
such animal passion.

That's close enough.
Stay on that side of the desk.

Honey, I'm serious.

Everything you said was true.

I have been selfish.

I just wanted you to know
how sorry I am

about your book and your car.

Wait a minute.
What did you do to my car?

Well, you'll find out
when you get home.

The important thing is,

if you're willing,
I'd like to work this out.

Fenton, please come back.

Hey, look what I-- Oh, boy.

You fuck! You fucking fuck!

- Helen, look!
- I hate you!

I'm going to destroy
everything you've ever owned!

Helen, don't!

You pig.

Look, lady, you lay
another finger on this man,

and you wish
your parents had not been born.

No, Helen. Helen, Helen, no! No!

Helen! No!

- No! You don't want to do that.
- Watch me.

Oh, my God.

What kind of
publishing house is this?

Helen. Helen, come on.

This is so silly.

Put the book down, okay?

I mean,
we're all your friends here.

Stay back.

- Okay, okay. Now, look--
- Thank you, Martin.

But I can stand up for myself.

Helen, give me
the goddamn book now.

Oops. There goes the title page.

Bad time for anger, Fenton.
No more anger.

- But you said--
- I know what I said.

But groveling is also effective.

Helen, please.
Please, don't do this.

I'm sure you could work out
your problem with Fenton.

- After he's been with that slut.
- Hey!

There go the acknowledgements.

- Make love to her.
- What?

That she will understand.

What about me?

Would you like
to go out with me?

- You could have dinner.
- Pathetic.

Do you like the theater?

You know what?
You're all pathetic.

I've had enough of this.

Stop!

Father, help me.

Don't let
this happen to me again.

Thank you.

Here's your stupid book.

Fuck.

Oh, go away, will you?
Just go away.

He always talks that way
when he's suicidal.

Everything's over.

There's nothing left to do.

Is it worth it? Huh?

Is it really worth it?

Martin, why don't
we go downstairs,

away from the ledge?

Why do we do it?

Huh? Beating ourselves
into the ground

for something that costs $4.95

that some jerk
is gonna leave on the subway.

Martin, you're just tired.

Why don't we all just go home
and get some rest, huh?

Should we carry him down?

I'm not gonna touch him.
He's naked.

Every day, it's the same thing.

Add a comma, move a comma,
move a comma,

even though books are the same.

- That's not true.
- Oh, come on, Fenton.

Murder in January,
Murder in February.

What's the difference?
You just take one book and you--

Anybody need a diagram?

Here we go. Murder in August.

Replace August with September.

Fine. Done. Okay. Chapter one.

Janet loved Paris
right up until the moment,

Professor Breod put a bullet
between her bright blue eyes.

- Uh, okay. Janet becomes--
- Susan.

- Zorba.
- Bob.

Okay, but we're gonna
have to do something

about his womanly bosom
in chapter three.

- Uh, and then Paris becomes--
- Bensonhurst.

- Venice. Venice.
- Fine, Venice.

Right up until the moment

his gay lover Armando

put a hand grenade
between two slices of toast.

What?
I was just getting creative.

I should be here
longer than I thought.

327 pages.

Here, let me rub them for you.

This building has dandruff.

Morning, all.

Martin, you look like shit.

You all look like shit.

Hello, Gibby. I hope
you had a pleasant weekend.

Bloody marvelous.

Didn't do
a damn thing, actually.

Just lay about the house,
yank in my wanker.

How about you?

Just about the same.

I, uh-- Did you get a chance
to look at Fenton's book?

First thing Monday morning.
Just like I promised.

Yeah, just thumbed through it.

And I must say,
bloody great job.

Looks like another
Fenton Harley bestseller.

Exactly like your last one,
of course.

Dear God.

We all remember
what a big hit that was.

Sure, sure we do.
Didn't I tell you?

Don't let your head
get too big for your hat, Marty.

We've got the Maxwell Graham
book due next Monday.

Hippity-hop.

Here we go again.