All language subtitles for that 70s show.s01e05.720p.bluray.x264-pahe.in

I just want to hear the guitar solo
one more time.

Not again. Use the headphones.

Good. Now, wrap the cord
around your neck.

Would you guys respect me
if I worked in the town dump?

The town dump? No.

Now, the state dump...

Why are you looking for a job?

Everything costs money. Gas, clothes...

fun.

- Dates. Dates cost money.
- No, Kelso, that is prostitution.

Dating is prostitution, man.

Only you don't always get
what you pay for.

Said the man who's never had a girlfriend.

What, you guys don't remember Esther,
the biker chick?

- Whatever happened to her?
- She's dating my uncle.

I'm going home for dinner.

By the way, Mom and Dad are going
to the Playboy Club...

at Lake Geneva this weekend.

Do you guys want souvenirs?

- Ash trays.
- A woman.

Your parents are going to be out of town?

- Really?
- Yeah.

I mean, I'll be babysitting my sister Tina
all weekend.

Just me. Alone.

Watching TV.

I might order a pizza.

I got an idea!

We'll have a party at Donna's. A toga party!

Michael!

Maybe Donna doesn't want to
throw a party.

- Maybe she wants to be alone.
- Yeah, just me, alone.

If someone happens to stop by,
that'd be pretty cool.

So we're on. I'll bring the beer!

Donna, I have never been to
an American party. May I come?

Yeah, I don't care.
So, Eric, are you gonna be there?

- What? Yeah. Sounds fun.
- Cool. Catch you guys later.

Party at Donna's.

You are both so stupid.

Why?

This is a first. I actually agree with Jackie.

What? You're saying that I'm stupid?

Donna just put on the full court
press, man, and you dropped the ball.

What are you talking about?

All she said was that she'd be alone
Saturday night with a pizza.

God, I'm so stupid.

Hanging out

Down the street

The same old thing

We did last week

Not a thing to do

But talk to you

Whoa, yeah

Hello, Wisconsin!

So, Dad, the guys and I
are thinking about getting jobs.

No. You have a job.

It's your job to get good grades,
go to college, graduate and leave me.

Kitty, when I was his age,
I worked in a slaughterhouse.

It was a good experience.
I learned how to use a hammer.

The new Fatso Burger's hiring people.

Jackie's dad owns it.
I guess I could get a job there.

There is plenty of time later to get a job
to grind the joy out of your life.

It's never too early.
But let me tell you something.

Work is not about fun. It's about work.

It's about seeing how much crap
you can take from the boss-man.

And then taking some more.

And remember... Hey, look at me.

Only quitters quit.

So, can I work?

We're sure as hell gonna find out now,
aren't we?

So, big party Saturday night.

Whoopee.

I can't believe Forman missed
all of those signals.

What signals?

Oh, no. Poor me...

all alone in my big house.

Just me and my nightie.

If only there was some scrawny little
neighbor boy here.

He's not scrawny.

- You know, why am I even talking to you?
- I'm all you got.

Oh, my God. So everybody knows?

I'm afraid so.

I just wanted to spend some time
with him alone...

and now I can't.

How does that make you feel?

Frustrated. It's frustrating as hell.
I mean, I really put myself out there.

I see. And do you have trouble
sleeping at night?

Sometimes, yeah, I do.

Do you think you'd sleep better...

if you had a scrawny little neighbor boy
up next to you?

Okay, let's hear it.

- Hello, my name is Eric Forman.
- No.

Not with a loose hand. Firm.

Not like a fish. Again.

- Hello, my name...
- No. Step into it.

- Stand up straight.
- Straight-up and hold the fish.

- Don't be a smartmouth.
- Right. No smartmouth.

Hello, my name is Eric Forman.

And?

And...

Tell them about your
junior achievement experience.

They could give a rat's ass about that.

Okay, show them your honorable
mention from the science fair.

- Again.
- Right, rat's ass.

Don't slouch.

Wouldn't that fall under
the "stand up straight" category?

See? That's a smartmouth.

You're fired, Mr. Smartmouth.

See? That's how that works.

First of all, people who work
at Fatso Burger are special.

Now, I know
you're looking at me and wondering...

how do I get where Ricky is?

If you work hard, pay attention...

and use the proper
finger-release technique...

on the slant cup dispenser,
you could be me.

Now, let's get started.

Why do you want a career at Fatso Burger?

I just think it will be
a wonderful experience.

My girlfriend's dad owns it.

I love the uniforms.

To unionize the workers, man.

Tell me, what do you consider
your best quality?

I'm a real people person.

I don't answer stupid questions.

I speak Dutch.

My eyes.

And I guess my butt, too.

Name something about yourself
that you consider to be a weakness.

I allow people to boss me around.

I love chocolate.

I'm brutally honest. Pinhead.

- Where do you see yourself in five years?
- Fatso Burger.

Covered in gold chains.

Rock star. Or, no, movie star.

No, yeah, rock star.

Prison.

I'd like to thank you all very much
for coming in.

Eric, welcome to the Fatso Burger family.

Yeah.

- Daddy. I'm so sad.
- Why, kitten?

Because Fatso Burger hired Eric
instead of Michael.

- I know, kitten.
- Why would they do that, Daddy?

Let me tell you a little story about
Doofus and Diligent.

Doofus is friendly
but he doesn't follow directions well.

Now, Diligent always does his job
by the book.

This is how the book says to do it.
"Wipe left to right."

Looks like a big order just came in.

"Let me help, guys," says Diligent.

"But wait a second. Where's Doofus?"

What do you know about that?

Let's see what happens here.

"I was in such a hurry to get
back to work I almost forgot!"

Thatta boy, Diligent!

"Hey, there, Doofus.

"You're supposed to wash your hands
after using the facility."

"No way, Diligent. That's for squares."

So Michael's a Doofus?

And how.

We expect you to be responsible
when we're out of town.

No parties. And I want you to be nice
to your sister.

Don't make Tina eat dirt. I mean it.

And no boys. They only want one thing...

and it's a dirty thing they want.

Enough said.

Looking sharp, Eric.

You gonna be around this weekend?
Yes, sir.

Good. Make sure no guys are
hanging around Donna, capice?

- So, I got a job.
- Yeah?

Yeah, it seems I'm really
Fatso Burger material.

And I really wish I hadn't just said that.

No, it sounded cool.

So, are you still coming to the party
on Saturday?

I work late on Saturday night, but...

I mean, if I get off early I could, like,
swing by.

Sounds good.

Yeah, I mean, it might be really late...

so, like, everyone else might be gone.

You know, if I'm still up,
I could leave the light on...

if you want me to.

Yeah. No, I mean, yeah,
that would be great.

'Cause that way, with the light on,
I couldn't... fall.

Yeah.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

- Okay.
- Sounds good.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Hey, Donna.

- That light?
- Yeah.

- Cool.
- Okay.

Bye, mom.

Eric, I'm going to the reservoir.
You wanna go?

Nope. I gotta work.

Eric, I'm meeting everyone at the hub.
You wanna go?

Nope. I gotta work.

Hey, Eric, I'm going to see a movie.
You wanna go?

Nope. I gotta work.

Eric, I just got this new bikini,
but I think it's too small.

- Could I model it for you?
- Nope.

I gotta work.

How's that mopping coming along?

I'm just happy to be part of
the Fatso Burger family.

You dumb ass.

Here, here, my minimum wage friend.
I demand service.

Welcome to Fatso Burger.
How may I serve you?

That is so sad, burger boy.

You know, Jackie,
I've been wracking my brain...

trying to figure out
why this guy didn't hire me.

Michael, I am so tired of hearing that.
You still have me.

You know what I think it is?
What?

I'm great looking and he's jealous.

I'm telling you, Jackie, this body is a curse.

Besides, if you worked here...

you couldn't see me
whenever I wanted you to.

Lover.

Yeah.

Please stop touching each other.

It gives me needs.

Are you ready to rock and roll?

Toga!

Hey, man, nice dress.

You brought three beers, meathead?

We'll share.

Here's to our wasted youth...

Party.

Hey, Fez.
Good evening, Donna.

Which of these ladies are easy?

Donna, some of your creepy friends
are using Dad's stereo.

You guys, no one's allowed in the house!

Hello, pretty lady.

Hi!

She's not a pretty lady.
She's my sister and she's 14.

- You know, in my country...
- It's illegal here.

I see.

Michael, you and I need to talk.

Inside.

Okay.

- I'm miserable. This party sucks.
- You know what'll make you feel better?

A scrawny little neighbor boy.

Why don't you take off, go see him,
I'll watch the kids?

Yeah. Thanks, Hyde.

You're welcome.

Welcome to Fatso Burger.
How may I serve you?

- Honey, it's me.
- I know. I have to say that.

Okay.

I was on a break from the hospital...

so I thought I'd bring you
some nice, hot soup.

Oyster crackers.

Thank God. Something to eat.

- So, how's it going?
- It's great.

- So, how's it going?
- It's terrible.

Yeah.

I'm exhausted,
I'm behind on all my homework...

and I think this polyester uniform
is giving me a body rash.

I swept the driveway for you.

Mom, I'm sorry, I forgot.

That's okay. You know what?
Here, I'll do this.

You sit down and you eat your soup.

You know...

Eric, if you want to quit, your father
and I will completely understand.

- Did Dad tell you that?
- You leave your father to me.

You just worry about you.

Hey, Forman. Who said you were on break?

- I did.
- And who are you?

- I'm his mother.
- Good enough, then.

Michael, sit. We need to talk.

Whoa!

Ahoy, Jackie!
Welcome aboard the USS Kelso.

You know, sometimes I'm beginning
to think you're a real screw-up.

You see, one day I want a house,
and kids, and maybe a chandelier.

And if you can't give me
those things, Michael...

then this is all a big waste of time.

You just... You gotta try harder.

Wait, Michael, something feels wet.

"Dear penthouse."

No. You popped the waterbed!

It must've been my roach clip.

Jackie, maybe they won't notice.

I am in love with a Doofus!

Hey.

Donna! Welcome to Fatso
Burger, how... Screw it.

- What are you doing here?
- I was bored.

Really? You left your own party
to come see me?

It's not much of a party without you there.

- You're so queer.
- Shut up.

Eric, the whole reason I told you...

my parents were going away was
so we could hang.

Together. You know, alone.
Yeah.

I know, it's just...

So...

Look, Donna, I'm sorry, okay?

I would love to come over,
but this is my job.

And, work isn't fun, you know?

It's work.

And only quitters quit.

As long as you know what's important.

I'll see you around.

What do you know, Kelso?
We're out of beer.

You know what?

Forman's old man's
got a fridge in the garage...

and I know he's got beer in it.

It was his idea.

Remind me to kick your ass.

Hey, Red. Is Forman around?

He sure as hell is not inside that fridge.

Mr. Pinciotti, you're home.

Good.

Yeah, came back early.
Yeah, missed the kids too much.

What're you doing here?

I was just coming home from work...

and I noticed that someone
left your porch light on.

You can't even see that from your house.

- Good eye.
- Thank you.

You know, Eric,
that's what I like about you.

I ask you to look out for Donna
and here you are...

in the middle of the night
hanging around the back door...

doing your job.

You're a good guy, Eric.
I don't care what they say about you.

Gotcha.

Goodnight now.

Okay, I was just gonna...

Yeah, there you go.
Okay.

Goodnight then.

Goodnight, Eric.

- Dad.
- Eric.

- Dad, I'm quitting my job.
- You're quitting?

Yeah, I'm quitting.

I'm irresponsible, I'm a quitter,
and I couldn't kill a cow with a hammer.

- So what do you say to that?
- Everybody quits their first job, Eric.

It's no big deal.

What?

That's it?

I gotta say, Dad,
I'm a little disappointed here.

- I mean, it wasn't a man's job anyway.
- Red.

Come on, Kitty, it was a hair-net...

name-tag, nothing kind of a job.

That's more like it.

It's just as well.
It was cutting into your chores anyway.

You did a half-assed job
sweeping the driveway.

I thought he did a wonderful job.

It didn't look wonderful to me.

Okay, then.

Sweep it yourself.

Hey, Forman. Where's that big Fatso smile?

Ricky, how did you start working
at Fatso Burger?

Great story.

I was gonna go to college...

but they made me Assistant Manager,
threw the money at me...

so I never got to go.

But now I'm my own boss. That's not
true. I answer to a lot of people.

Okay. I quit now.

Yeah, I certainly would.