All language subtitles for Mom - 07x13 - Dammit Sandra and the Money Bus.AVS.English.HI.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

Good morning, Bonnie.

Is it? 'Cause it looks
like you've been robbed.

You could call it that.

My wife and I have been
aggressively uncoupling.

What?

Just seeing if there's
a Post-it on your balls.

Oh, she took those long ago.

All right, let's punch this hog.

I really need your help with something.

- Yeah? What's that?
- I don't want to die.

I do, so that sort of evens things up.

I mean, think about it... I've
only got 40 or 50 years left.

How old do you think you are?

You know what? You're right, it's over.

And maybe that's good.

Oh, sharp turn.

Who wants to be alive to see

everything go completely to hell?

I mean, Christy's
never gonna get married.

Adam's gonna go bald.
It's already starting.

In the back, you can see
through the cotton candy.

Global warming. Sure,
we're having great weather,

but you know it's only
happening 'cause the Earth's

slowly spinning towards the
sun till we're all bacon.

I don't...

What channels do you watch?

Nothing right now,
'cause our TV's broken,

- probably forever.
- Okay, okay,

- let's just take a little breath.
- (exhales)

Do you remember those
techniques I gave you

to help with your negative thoughts?

What did you think?

P.U.

- Did you actually try them?
- Yes, Trevor.

I even lit a candle and wrote
a note to my younger self

and then burned it.

That's not psychology,
Bonnie, that's witchcraft.

Well, none of it worked.

Okay, well, I'll get
you another copy, and...

Hold on a second.

- Where's my snow globe?
- What?

Yeah, I had an AT&T
Park snow globe from 2010

when the Giants won the World Series.

Damn it, Sandra,

you only took that to hurt me.

I'm gonna level with you...
This is a little rough to watch.

All right, here's the
negativity techniques.

Try 'em, don't try 'em. See if I care.

I-I'm sorry, that was
terribly unprofessional.

It is very important that
you try these techniques.

It's okay if you're a
little off your game.

Some crazy broad just stole your toy.

It's not a toy. It's a collectible.

- Synced and corrected by ChrisKe -
-- for www.addic7ed.com --

For our special side, we
have roasted Brussels sprouts

with guanciale in a maple glaze.

That's right, I made these nasty
little fart balls delicious.

Brilliant. No one will
realize they're paying 20 bucks

for a stomachache and
an awkward ride home.

Oof, what's on the menu tonight, feet?

(laughing)

And when will Bob the
Builder be leaving us?

Hey. You're the one who took
a pill you found in your pocket

and destroyed the walk-in.

Well, in my defense, there
was a dragon in there.

Yeah. It was a very good pill.

Seriously, either turn on a
fan or eighty-six that funk.

(laughing)

Paul.

Would you like

to go back to working at Chipotle?

Look, uh... Tammy.

No, I wasn't searching for your name.

I was looking for words
that you could understand.

Ah. Uh, here we go.

Uh, you no think good.

Stand still. I'm gonna fold
your lips over your forehead.

Okay, Tammy, he needs his
lips, I need my tips...

Let's go back to work.

What's that Rudy guy's deal?

I know, he's an ass.

He's a gigantic ass.

Is he single?

What? I had to separate you.

Yeah, you did.

I don't understand.

You were insulting each other.

It's called flirting, Christy.

No wonder you don't have a man.

Listen to me.

He's bad news.

Oh, I get it... you're into him!

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

- No!
- Yeah! You want him for yourself!

- No, I don't!
- (laughs)

Methinks you protest too much.

Methinks me would jump off a building

before me would let him touch me.

So you've thought about it.

Whatcha doing there?

Trevor told me to write
down my negative thoughts

and then write a
positive thought after it.

God, my handwriting is so terrible.

(groans) That's a negative thought.

Now I need a positive one.

Wendy, any ideas?

You look nice today.

I...

like Wendy.

Thanks. I like you, too.

All right, we don't have to make out.

Bonnie, therapy's great,

but, you know, a lot of that negativity

could also be worked on
right here in this program.

I find meditation is the best way

to deal with my dark
and twisty thoughts.

Oh, come on. What's a
dark thought for you?

That I'll die and no
one will take my cats,

and after a while they'll
start to eat each other.

Anybody want a cookie?

Yikes.

She has a point... None
of us are taking her cats.

You know, I've been meditating
20 minutes in the morning

and 20 minutes at night, and
I can really see a difference.

Ain't nothin' gonna quiet
the riot in this mind.

Come on, Bonnie, be nice to yourself.

Wendy...

I'm married.

(TV show playing indistinctly)

Are we really this
desperate to watch TV?

Well, we could talk to each other.

Stop tilting it. I can't see.

- Hey.
- How was work?

Upsetting. Tammy's got
a crush on Chef Rudy.

- Chef Rudy?
- Chef Rudy.

What's wrong with Chef Rudy?

By the way, can we just call him Rudy?

He sleeps with women, then dumps them.

I told Tammy absolutely no
way can she go out with him.

You can't do that. You
can't tell an alcoholic no.

They hear, "I dare you."

Look what happened when you
told me not to go out with Adam.

Wait, what?

I never told you not to go out with him.

- Then why did I?
- Hang on a second.

No, no, somebody had to
say, "Don't date him."

There's no way I ended up with
him if I didn't get push-back.

Oh, you think I should've told Tammy,

"Oh, Chef Rudy's great! Go for it!"

Again, we don't say "Bartender Adam"

or "Building Manager Bonnie."

I mean, would that have worked with you

when you dated Chef Rudy?

Whoa, whoa. You dated Chef Rudy?

One date.

Oh. So, like, nothing physical.

One date.

(whirring)

(whirring continues)

(whirring stops)

(whirring resumes)

(whirring stops)

(whirring resumes)

Good God!

I can be louder than you.

You got a problem?

Yes. How am I supposed to
create a pretentious menu

to your symphony of blue-collar noises?

- (whirring)
- You mean this? This bothering you? Eh?

I don't know. I don't
see it. Really? Why?

Christy.

Would you please return this woman

to whatever Home Depot
parking lot you found her.

And tell this Top Chef
first round loser...

That's right, I googled you...

That I will leave when I'm
finished fixing the mess he made.

If that's the only thing you
found, you don't Google right.

She's a horrible person.

Good. Good. Yes, she is.

Strange response.

Why would you want me
not to like your friend?

- No, it isn't.
- Aha!

What is it?

You're only supposed to say
"aha" if you know what it is.

- So there is something.
- There's nothing.

- Aha!
- Stop that!

You're hiding something.

Your freakishly large eyes
have suddenly gone small.

My eyes are exactly the right size.

Can we just talk about the menu?

Okay. I'm thinking
for the fish special...

Oh, sweet Paula Deen, Tammy digs me.

What? No! No!

No!

Oh, my God!

How did you do that so fast?

(grunts)

(whirring)

Breathe in love.

(both inhale)

Breathe out Bonnie.

(both exhale)

Breathe in love.

Breathe out Bonnie.

This is so boring.

Breathe out more Bonnie.

(exhales slowly)

(inhales loudly)

Ooh, head rush. Let's do that again.

Okay, let's do something new.

We're gonna take ten breaths,

and you're not gonna talk.

Great idea.

(both inhale)

(both exhale)

- One.
- No counting.

(instrumental music playing loudly)

(music stops)

Sorry.

Do you want my help or not?

I do. I do. Let me
just toss this at you.

Can we meditate in the Jacuzzi?

(groans) Come on, Bonnie.

I cleared my afternoon for you.

You "cleared it"? What did that involve?

Moving your pony ride to tomorrow?

Actually, I rescheduled a meeting

with the charity I'm
hosting the benefit for.

Children's diabetes.

Make fun of that.

More candy for me.

Boom.

You only ding it in the beginning.

Okay, I am out of here!

- Give me that!
- Oh!

I am throwing your shoes in the pool!

(shoes splash)

She was pretty pissed off at me.

But in my defense, who
has $600 meditation shoes?

What's with the getup?

You and Beaver Cleaver
going hunting for bullfrogs?

(laughs)

Oh, I'm so tired of you.

Let's stay on Jill.

So, it seems to me like she was right.

You didn't go there for meditation.

Whoa! Is this why your
wife flew the coop?

You didn't have her back, either?

This is your pattern, Bonnie.

You complain and complain and complain.

You're offered the tools to
help, and you don't use them.

Why am I taking your advice?

Your life's a total mess.

Now you're picking a fight with me.

There's a term for people like you.

Watch it, buddy. I am still a lady.

You're a help-rejecting complainer.

You just made that up.

I did not. And if this was last week,

I could've showed you where
it came from in a book,

but it's on its way to a
new life in Portland by now.

Well, I don't need you to call me names.

I need you to help me.

It's the one thing you've never done.

You know what? You're fired.

Congratulations. I'm
crazier than when I started.

(door slams)

You see a pattern here? Women leaving?

I prepared for you a savory aebleskive.

In honor of what I can only presume

were your Viking ancestors.

Well, I am part Danish.

The rest of me is pure mutt. (chuckles)

Pure... (purrs)

(laughs)

Mmm! Tastes like a fancy pancake.

If only the critic at The Chronicle

had your discerning palate.

So, did you always want to be a chef?

No. I hated cooking growing up.

I wanted to be a dancer.

But I was cursed to be
terrible at the thing I loved

and great at the thing I hated.

That's so sad.

It is. Also, my father
burned my tap shoes.

Did you always want to
be a goddess/carpenter?

You know, my life's had
a lot of twists and turns.

It's only recently that I've
really been able to think

about what I want to be.

I mean, I do love carpentry,

but, I don't know, the goddess in me

might need to find something
a little more fulfilling.

Well, maybe if we put our lips together,

we could think of something.

Sorry, I hadn't fully swallowed yet.

It's okay. My food is more delicious

- when it's in your mouth.
- Oh. Mm.

Oh! (laughs)

Too rough?

No. This would be too rough.

Ow! (purrs)

Should I lock the door?

Already did.

(laughs)

(exhales)

Okay. Couple of updates. We
are running low on almond milk.

Also, I fired Trevor.

What was that?

- Nothing.
- Nothing.

Just out of curiosity, though,

why would you fire your therapist?

'Cause you're all better?

(Adam snorts)

What was that?

A derisive snort.

If you must know, I've grown weary

of his hiding behind labels.

He had the audacity to call
me a help-rejecting complainer.

Do that again, see what happens.

I'm just thinking you've
been pretty good lately,

and... Trevor was maybe part of that.

Yeah, your therapy
was really helping me.

You. Us.

The family.

It's not. It's over.

And you can fluff this
up all you want, pal.

You can see right through it!

Can I have a non-lunatic opinion?

Oh, you're good.

(mouths)

Lamaze class.

They're showing them the movie.

Yeah. The men are looking
pretty shell-shocked.

Listen, I don't want to
hold on to this anger.

You are who you are, and
you're never gonna change,

and I love you.

And I love you.

And I know you're not gonna change.

And you're not gonna change.

And you will never change.

There you are not changing.

And you.

(man exhales)

Don't be a hero. Get the epidural.

They say you forget the
pain when you see the face.

You don't. Get the epidural.

Look, you were just trying to help,

and I may have rejected
that while also complaining.

In my defense, I have been diagnosed

as a help-rejecting complainer.

Or you're just an alcoholic

who doesn't always want
to live in the solution.

I am many things to many people.

Look,

I know meditation
almost led us to blows,

but I want to try again
even though it'll never work.

I bet you four hours
in my Jacuzzi it does.

See, now, where was that Saturday?

So, what are tonight's specials?

Tonight's special is love.

Great. Is that

with or without fart balls?

That's right, I forgot.

You have never sipped
from Cupid's sweet goblet.

So, we doing a pork chop?

Paul, is that a pork chop?

What's Tammy's favorite flower?

I don't know.

I do. It's daffodils.
We talked all night.

Take this to her.

Does she know the specials?

Quickly. Wings of love.

- I'm guessing things went pretty good.
- Oh.

It was awesome.

Best date I ever had.

I have to break up with him.

- What? Why?
- Mm.

I mean, yay, but huh?

The night was pure
romance, and the face eating

was everything a girl could dream of,

but... I'm not ready to settle down.

And that's the kind of guy you marry.

It is?

Kills me to have to break his heart.

It does?

He's the most sensitive
man I've ever met.

He is?

Now I see why you're
so in love with him.

Aha!

That's not an "aha."

Put that "aha" away.

I have one more daffodil
hidden somewhere on my body.

Care to lead the search party?

Rudy, we need to talk.

RUDY: No... !

I think Tammy just
broke up with Chef Rudy.

Good news for you. You're
so in love with him.

Hi. Chris Peterson from
Pete Peterson Real Estate.

Pete's my dad.

Listing sheet?

Panic room?

Why does my shrink have a panic room?

I don't know, but it
would make a great nursery.

TREVOR: Leave me alone, Chris!

Pete. Whichever Peterson you are.

Oh. What are you doing here?

It's Tuesday. My 10:00 a.m.

You fired me last week.

If you're gonna be my therapist,

you can't listen to everything I say.

Okay. Have a seat.

I brought you something.

EBay.

There's a chance I may have
bought it from your wife.

But anyway, here.

Bonnie.

Thank you.

So...

So impossibly thoughtful. (chuckles)

And... it's just...

so weird you did it.

It gets weirder.

I'm sorry.

Wow. Those are words I
haven't heard from a woman

in a long time.

The other day, I said
you hadn't helped me,

but that isn't true.

And judging from the
terror in my family's eyes,

I probably ought to stick with this.

Sorry.

Before you start the clock,

I wanted to ask, why do
you have a panic room?

Because I work with unstable people.

When did you get it?

About eight months ago.

We started working
together eight months ago.

I love this. Thank you.

Table four says their
pasta is too salty.

It's from my tears.

Well, can you refire
and hold the boo-hoo?

Why bother? Nothing
has any meaning anymore.

Tell your tables to go
home and eat a Hot Pocket.

Look, I know you're
going through something,

but do you think you
can pull it together?

You're right. I'm sorry.

I shouldn't do this in front of you
given how you ache for me

One more time.

I do not love you.

I have no feelings for you whatsoever.

I am not aching for you in any way.

Oh, Christy.

Teach me how to pretend like you.

- Synced and corrected by ChrisKe -
-- for www.addic7ed.com --