All language subtitles for Fresh Off The Boat 6x10 - Jessica Town

? It's the most wonderful time
of the year ?

? With the kids jingle belling ?

? And everyone telling you
"Be of good cheer" ?

Good evening, Mayor!

Hello, boys!

You look dashing in your top hats.

Check your trouser flap, young man.

I was wide open, guys. Thanks.

? It's the hap-happiest season of all ?

You're looking well, Mayor.

Thank you, butcher.

Care for some ham?

No ham for me.

I'm already full with joy.

Beautiful wreath, you two!

Much less tacky than last year.

We're learning.

It's a Douglas fir.

Uhp!

You missed some trash, waste gatherers.

Yes, Mayor.

This bag is very wet.

? There'll be scary ghost stories ?

? And tales of the glories ?

? Of Christmases long, long ago ?

Ho ho ho, Mayor Jessica.

Heard you were building us
a new library.

You heard right, Lao Ban Santa.

? There'll be much mistletoeing ?

? And hearts will be glowing ?

? When loved ones are near ?

? It's the most wonderful time ?

? Of the yeeeeeeeear ?

Uh, Jessica?

Well, look who decided to
finally roll out of bed.

It's 5:00 in the morning.

The day after Thanksgiving.

I'm still more turkey than man.
Can this wait until later?

No. Jessica Town is in full swing.

The Christmas season
has officially begun,

and there's no time to waste.

Eddie, your pajama flap is open.

I know.

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? Fresh off the boat ?

? I'm gettin' mine everywhere I go ?

? If you don't know, homey,
now you know ?

? Fresh off the boat ?

? Homey, you don't know
where I come from ?

? But I know where I'm goin' ?

? I'm fresh off the boat ?

Mmm.

Thanksgiving leftovers are the best.

You guys should have tasted my
pancakes with turkey gravy.

Why would... He's a human sewer.

Ooh. Our community park is
building an ice rink for the holidays.

Ice skating in Florida... What an era.

We should go together.

We haven't gone
since the boys were born.

Louis, it's 1999.

It's the last Christmas
of the century...

No, the millennium.

It has to be perfect.

I'm marking the occasion
with a stunning monument...

A life-size gingerbread
house on our lawn.

Take a look at my prototype.

Behold the flawless candy-cane gutters.

Although, they'll be a bitch
to clean once the leaves fall.

Jessica, instead of adding
to your list of holiday tasks,

you should be subtracting.

We lose you for
the whole month of December.

Well, people expect a lot
from me at Christmas.

My cards, my caroling solos,

the boys with their unique
Christmas requests.

Hey, boys, what do you want
for Christmas this year?

Gift card.

See?

It gets simpler now
that they're getting older.

Let's go skating.

What if I get hurt on the ice?

What if somebody slams into me,
breaking my bones?

Come on. Your skeleton? Strong.

Can't risk it. Who would do all my work?

The holiday perfection
I've become famous for

would be ruined.

Oh, I got to run.

Tinsel goes on sale today,

and I refuse to buy any
that's already been touched.

Oh, no. Look at that huge bear.

Quick! Drop the salmon and...

Ugh. Read me in again.

Ugh.

Evan, go from your line about the river.

Stop whining. Emery needs our help.

Thanks, Grandma.

Let's go find
somewhere else to rehearse.

It should always be about the family.

Just like in this play,
"Wyoming Family."

Way to tank those lines
so we could get out of this.

Smart.

Going through the motions.
That's my thing.

Hey, guys.

Do you mind hiding
my Christmas gift for Marvin?

All he does is snoop for presents,

and I'd feel better if I kept it here.

Sure, Honey. What'd you get him?

It's... a maritime nutcracker.

It combines his three favorite things...

Snacks, the Navy, and wood.

I'll be back later to wrap it.

Thank you.

There's
no way this dude can crack a nut.

You'd be surprised by the amount
of force a lever can generate.

It's physics.

Nerd, please.

Are you doubting me?

Take this pistachio.

See? Formidable... Like Mom's skeleton.

Now, let's add a lever to the equation.

Awesome.

Levers.

Let's go bigger.

Now you're talking.
There's no stoppin' us now.

We pushed him too far.

It was the jawbreaker.

It says it right in the damn name.

Relax, bro.

We'll replace it before Honey finds out.

How much could it cost?

"Handmade in Germany by real Germans."

It's $400!

Why does Germany always
have to go over the top?

Are those my Christmas cards?

Dad did them for you.

He seemed happy to use
the rest of his tuba stamps.

Went on a big rant about postage
going up again next year.

Tubas don't represent Christmas.

And he scribbled the addresses.

Where's the elegant calligraphy?

Stupid tuba hippo.

What in the name of Lao Ban?

Hey! What are you guys going?

We decided to change things up.

Yeah. The butcher gave us the idea.
Mmhmm.

How about this sassy brass?

I'm out of cash.

I spent it on Tina's gift...
A brown weave belt.

The whole thing is belt holes.

How 'bout you?

I've got nothing.

All my extra money
is tied up in mutual funds.

We don't have anywhere close to $400

to buy a new nutcracker.

We have to tell Honey what happened.

And risk getting in trouble and
losing our Christmas gift cards?

I'm spending mine
on a certificate to Taco Bell

so I can crush tacos whenever I want.

Wait, you're using a gift card
to buy a gift card?

You've got to spend money to make money.

We're not telling Honey.

We'll just do what I always do

when I make a mistake... Cover it up.

I don't know. Sounds delinquent.

Sure. My way sometimes gets
messy, but it always works out.

I've broken plenty of things
and never gotten caught.

You think that's your original watch?

That watch was a birthday gift
from my pen pal in Ecuador.

Well, this one's from Sears.

I don't know. Seems wrong.

Evan, think about all the stress
confessing would cause everyone.

Honey? Mom?

You want to ruin Christmas?

Okay.

Let's do it your way.

Also, what happened to my old watch?

Long story short, it's in Trent's dog.

Oh, hey.

You see how I, uh, knocked out
all the Christmas cards?

I sure did.

Great. Then let's lace up
some steel and hit the rink.

I packed some singles,

so maybe we can tip our way
into a Zamboni ride.

No Zamboni.

I have to stay and fix
everything you did wrong.

I seal each one with a kiss.

Nobody knows, but I know.

Okay.

I think you're going overboard.

I think you should leave
Christmas to the professionals.

You thought I had little time before?

Now I have no time at all.

I mean, look at this calligraphy.

It could have come
straight from the Vatican.

You're redoing the envelopes just
because I used the wrong stamps?

I don't see what the big deal is.

My Christmas cards
kick off the holiday season,

and everyone expects perfection from me.

Okay, I knew you were
particular about Christmas...

Particular?

I've been fine-tuning
the details for years.

I don't improvise.

This is Christmas,
not some sleazy jazz concert.

Understood. I just didn't know

it went all the way down to envelopes.

But now that I know, I can help out,

and then we can go skating.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Let's see... stockings need
hanging, wine needs mulling.

Come on. How hard could it really be?

Okay. You want to help?

You just drew gingerbread house.

What? But that's your showstopper.

Well, you said all this was easy, right?

The grand unveiling is set
for the end of the week.

It's B-Y-O-E-N.

Bring your own eggnog.

Oh.

You want me to work at the mall
as a Christmas elf?

Yep. All you got to
do is fill out that application.

Under emergency contact,

put Cindy Crawford. See what happens.

Why would I ever want to do this?

Well, for starters,
it'll help your acting career.

Think of all the great
character work that you'd do.

I heard that "The Mummy's"
very own Brendan Fraser

got his start as a mall elf.

You'll also get a 30% mall discount

that we can all share.

Think about it.

Just like that, a $400 Christmas gift

becomes $280.

You broke Honey's nutcracker,
didn't you?

It was his quick math, wasn't it?

Fine. We broke it.

But even with my job at Cattleman's,

we still can't afford to buy a new one.

And I don't meet the age

and height requirements for elf duty,

which feels backwards,
but hey, rules are rules.

Sorry, guys, but this isn't my fight.

Wait.

What about what Grandma said

about doing things for the family?

Come on, Emery. Your brothers are down.

It's Christmas. Help us out.

For the family.

Okay. For the family.

My man!

Hey, while you're there,

do you mind putting in
a good word for me with Santa?

It's been a real
up-and-down year for me.

How's it coming?

Awfully messy.

Well, it's this damn frosting.

It's basically concrete...
Solidifies instantly.

Doesn't bode well for the real thing.

Maybe I should take over.

Nope. I've got it.

Um, quick question...
I ate a lot of this.

How worried should I be?

Thank you all for coming.

It is good to show interest
in your local government,

even though this isn't a democracy.

The butcher's influence is spreading,

first with the tuba music
and then with the ugly signs.

Yeah, and then you reward him
with a contract

to build our new library?

Yes, our beautiful new library

that will be filled
with only one book...

My novel... yes.

Oh! This is too much for a meat vendor!

Exactly. Once that simple
butcher sees how hard it is,

he'll quit, and then I, your mayor,

will come in and save the day.

But what if he pulls it off?

Please. That would take a miracle.

We live in a town where
it's Christmas year-round.

Miracles happen all the time.

Big shift at Cattleman's today.

- Sold a guy some ribs...
- Mm.

- ...and my socks.
- Ugh.

What? You know what?

We need money. I don't want to know.

There he is.

How was your first day at work, champ?

It was awful.

Elfing's the worst.

Awful, like, in a good way?

There was an endless line
of people, parents shoving,

babies crying.

And Santa's no picnic, either.

"Hey, elf! I said skim milk."

Emery, this sounds terrible.

Emery? Who's Emery?

My name's Jingles now.

I'm gonna go to bed.

I hate myself.

We can't let him go back there.

Hey, this is what you
signed up for, remember?

You knew my way could get messy,
but it works.

If Santa's drinking skim,
what chance do any of us have?

So, we got to make this, but life-size?

She's got a rain shower
in the half-bath.

You don't make anything easy,
do you, boss?

I give you three days
of vacation a year.

That's pretty easy.

And I'm easy on the eyes.
That's two easys.

How come you stopped screaming

and banging your head against the walls?

Is everything okay?

Everything's great. Some might say easy.

Whoa. That's three.

What's that smell?

We got some fresh gingerbread
cooking in the oven...

Homemade recipe.

Trent's gonna help me start
throwing up some walls.

Oh, my God. It's a Christmas miracle.

I told you. It's not that hard.
Anyone could do it.

Really?

So, then you'd be okay if
I moved the unveiling up to,

say, tomorrow?

Give the neighborhood a few extra days

to enjoy your handiwork.

Uh, tomorrow?

That's, like, one day from now.

Oh, unless you can't handle it?

Nope. We've got it.

If we can handle Catfish
Wednesdays at Cattleman's,

we could handle anything.

I'm sure you can.

I can't wait to see
how your homemade recipe

accounts for Florida's
relentless swamp humidity.

I'll be honest, boss...
No way this gingerbread house

can be built by tomorrow.

And I say that as a ginger
myself... one who eats bread.

Alright, bro. You loose?

Need another Tic Tac?

I can't go back out there.

It's almost over.

I'm picking up another shift
at Cattleman's,

and Evan's closing a deal
right now as we speak.

We're all in this together.

For the family.

For the family.

Now go out there and throw
some kids in that old man's lap.

Hello, good sir. Nice location.

Donations for the Toys for Tots
bin are right over there.

No, I'm actually here to trade
for one of your nutcrackers.

Sorry, kid. Cash only.

Hey, Evan! What are you doing here?

I'm allowed to be here!
What are you doing here?!

Uh... Wh... Marvin found
the stocking stuffers I got him,

so I just had to come get
some aftershave.

Thank God you guys
are hiding his main gift.

You are gonna make
his Christmas morning.

You know the Huang brothers...

Always dependable, rock steady.

Oh, well, someone
should tell Emery that,

because that kid is in pieces.

I just saw him wiping his tears
with a paper snowflake.

Anyway, I will come by later
to wrap that gift.

How'd it go with the Beanie Babies?

Fine. It went fine.

Emery doesn't have to work
as an elf anymore.

Really? That's great news!

So, how much did you get for them?

Is this a "pizza's on Evan" situation?

I stole the nutcracker!

Aah! I'm too pretty for jail!

This is one high-class garland.

Gar-land is where Garfield is from.

Jessica! Hurry! I need you!

I knew he didn't have it in him.

Wow.

It's worse than I thought.

It's perfect.

Perfect?

This looks like a place where
gingerbread men go to O.D.

No way.

No, it represents the humble
spirit of Christmas...

Before everything became
so over-the-top.

Well, as tempting as it looks,
don't take a bite.

It's all nails.

Everyone loves Louis' idea.

Scaling back.

Simple. Genius.

I'm loving this music!

And I'm loving this clapping!

Constable Bryson,

arrest those two for disorderly conduct.

Sorry, ma'am, but you no longer

have that kind of authority.

You're not the mayor anymore.

What? Well, if I'm not, then who is?

I give you...

your new library.

What about all the money that's
supposed to make it look nice?

I used it to build an ice rink.

Yes!

I'll admit, the time crunch
had me nervous.

Couldn't get to all the bells
and whistles,

but people love it.

Thanks, Louis. You ruined my Christmas.

Hey, you really should
get onto to this nog, Lou.

It's only 2,000 calories a glass.

Um... what are you doing
to my sit-down hairdryer?

Making a joke out of something
you love, like you did to me.

Jessica, I thought you'd be
happy with my gingerbread house.

Please.

You built a shack.

Look, I know it's not Princess
Jasmine's Arabian fortress,

but everyone loves it.

Isn't that all that matters?

Christmas is my holiday.

It has to be perfect.

Not quickly pushed through,
not scaled back... perfect.

Well, you know what a perfect
Christmas is to me?

Spending time with you.

The chair looks beautiful.

What came over you, man?

I've never stolen anything in my life...

I mean, a few hearts, sure,
but never a piece of property.

Shh! Lower your voice.

She's watching "Die Hard."

If Bruce Willis is on TV,

the rest of the world fades away.

Yippee-ki-ay!

I don't know what happened back there.

I saw the nutcracker. Honey showed up.

Emery was crying.

Next thing you know,
I'm outside the mall.

It's like I blacked out.

This is really hard-core.

Now we're sitting on a hot nutcracker.

I'm gonna have to go on the run.

Start a new life.

This is all my fault.

I was the one who pushed you
to do things my way.

You never told me to steal, Eddie.

We should have just told Honey,
like you said.

Well, it's too late now.

I'll have to wear a fake mustache

until I can grow one on my own.

Let's just...

return the nutcracker
and come clean to Honey.

We're gonna be in so much trouble. No.

I'm taking all the blame.

What about the consequences?

Your Christmas gift card?

Yeah, I know.

I'm really hoping this scores
me some points with Santa.

Or Jesus. Whoever's listening.

Now, come on. Let's go call Honey.

Hans Gruber is actually
the hero of this story.

This must be what King Kong feels like.

You do this all day?

Put on cheap makeup and pick up trash?

Um, I did find an
almost-untouched BLT once,

so it's not always terrible.

Oh.

Look at all those couples
spending time together.

I mean, that's what Christmas
is all about.

Shame we can't join them.

We're too busy working around the clock,

picking up trash
so the town looks perfect.

How'd it go with Operation
Stolen Nutcracker Return?

Success. I told the vendor I was
cleaning it in Santa's workshop.

Everyone trusts a kid wearing bells.

Ha!

Isn't this wrapping paper perfect?

Navy blue?

Because the nutcracker's
clearly a naval officer.

Eh, you know what?
Marvin will appreciate it.

Yeah. About that gift...

We... Goodlooking jaws on this one.

Cherish him.

Ohh!

Thank you for keeping it safe, guys.

I don't know how you resisted
the urge to play with this guy.

You have more willpower than me.

Whoa, G-ma.

Why'd you bail us out?

I overheard you were in trouble,
so I did it for the family.

For the family.

_

Nice chimney. Peppermint bark?

It was a milk crate from the shed.

I didn't mean to crap so hard
on your gingerbread house.

I was just worried that
Christmas would be ruined

if I didn't make it perfect.

It's what I'm known for.

Christmas isn't about being perfect.

It's about being together.

We just want to spend it with you,

no matter how...

crappy it looks.

So, you see it, too?

I know you were just trying to
help when you wrote those cards.

Want to skate circles
around some teenagers?

Disrupt their make-outs?

Really? I thought you were
worried about getting hurt.

Fun fact... I'm good at everything I do.

Besides, what is there left to do?

You built the gingerbread house,

and I see why everybody loves it.

Well, don't look too close.

I cut a few corners during construction.

There's a rat in here!

Boss, there's a rat in here!

Yeah, 50 soft tacos, here I come!

Come on, Grandma.

We're family.

_

Well, Emery, at least you have one.

Although, if we split it three ways...

I'm spending mine at the spa.

Oh, you look just like a candy cane.

How you feeling?

That was a pretty gruesome fall
you took on the ice.

Hey, at least it restored my faith

in Orlando's medical response team.

That ambulance came fast.

Oh, Louis.

You know these would have been
50% off tomorrow.

- Jessica.
- They're perfect.

Hold my hand. I don't want to fall.

Come on. You just push off to
the sides, and go... like this!

- Oh!
- Aah!

- My arms!
- Ooooooh.

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