All language subtitles for Newzoids s02e03_English

[punchy upbeat music]

I'd like to thank David Cameron

for stepping down as
an MP with such grace.

We will see that he gets a
proper send off which reflects

the regard in which he is
held by the British public.

[underwater screaming]

Flush him, flush him, flush him.

-[David] Stop!
-[laughs]

[laughs]

Right, could you write the
software's name down for me

on a piece of paper?

Piece of paper, ha ha,
yeah, good one, grandpa.

A piece of paper, as if.

Right, who's next? Mrs. Winkelman?

Oh yes, hello, I've got
a problem with my device.

Smartphone or tablet?

-A cohost.
-Keep dancin',

keep, keep, keep dancin'.

Oh, the TessBot 2000.

She needs fixing, and fast.

The live shows start next week.

What happened, has she been dropped?

Oh well, bafflingly, no,
and it's been 14 series now.

Hello, System Check,
report function status.

The judges' scores are in,
in, in, in, in, in, in--

Oh dear, did someone ask her a question

not on the auto queue?

Biz boom, dancer flambrioliolioli.

Okay, let's try a quick restart.

[mechanical whirs]

Oh dear, totally blank.

Great, brilliant, she's back to normal.

[stealthy music]

Listen up, Peaky Bakers.

It's time for our gang to
muscle in on some new turf.

Bake-off's moving to
Channel 4, who's going?

No way, we're pulling out.

Woo-ha, pulling out, bit rude.

[laughs]

Shut your layer cake holes and listen.

This deal means we could all be richer

than sticky toffee pudding.

Aunt Mary, let's see the dough.

Here it is.

Nice, with this much bread,

you and me could own
cooking on television.

No one could stop us.

-[glass shatters]
-[Mary] Bomb!

Chocolate bomb, with shards of meringue.

And there's only one scumbag

who tempers chocolate that badly.

-Sausages, potato.
-Oy, Peaky Bakers,

this is our patch.

-Meat.
-[gasps]

Good boy, Greg.

Us master chefs built up
the competitive cookery

slash baking genre from nothing.

Then you lot just swan in
for 10 episodes each summer

and get double our viewing figures.

-[growls]
-Cockerels

And now you two could
piss off to Channel 4

for some easy money, nobody
disrespects Artie babe.

Back down, Torode, by
order of the Peaky Bakers.

-No chance.
-Watch out, he's got

a massive weapon.

And a kitchen utensil.

[laughs]

-Greg, kill.
-[Greg roars]

[explosion]

What the dingo is that?

I think your kitchen might have just

mysteriously burned down.

I put it on Gas Mark 3000.

You've just made a big mistake.

Not as big as Channel 4.

Who-ha, wobble quiff.

Well, the little one's
coming along very nicely.

[yells]

Hello, antenatal ward, great to be back.

Ah, you must be the grandfather.

Excuse me, I'm the father.

-Hi Mick.
-Hey, I'm one in five.

-Stella, Louise.
-[sighs]

-Melanie.
-That's the one.

Now, about your birth plan,
will you be wanting drugs?

Too bloody right, I will.

So, you are going to make
it to the birth, then.

Who knows, every day is a bonus, doc.

Oh look, it's wriggling
around all over the place.

Yeah, it's definitely mine.

Oh, good grief, your waters have broken.

Whoops, my bad, a little accident.

Just call me Jumping Jack Splash.

-[yells]
-[thuds]

Looks like we'll need to find another bed.

In your dreams, love,
you're far too old for me.

[Narrator] Bake off presenter
auditions, Chris Evans.

[clacks]

You want a new presenter
for a long running,

smash hit TV show who
definitely won't ruin it

and lose millions of viewers.

I'm your man, brilliant.

Anyone for doughnuts by the Cenotaph?

You've got pneumonia, Missus Clinton.

You need to get plenty of rest.

Hey honey, I made you your
favorite, chicken soup.

How are you feeling?

I must be delirious.

I dreamt I was running
for president against

an angry orangutan with tiny little hands.

-Um, honey.
-Oh my god,

it wasn't a dream.

I can't lie in bed, I
gotta get back out there.

If you'll just have a look at this chart.

I don't care how high my
goddamn temperature is.

That's not your temperature,
that's your poll rating.

For some reason, when you're not out doing

public appearances people seem to,

Forget how much they dislike you.

So, what do you idiots want me to do, huh?

Lie here for six weeks and say nothing?

Uh, chicken soup?

[mellow music]

This vase is quite unique.

It's late Edwardian and worth at least.

-[smashes]
-Oi, oi saveloy.

Here, forget about that
mucky lot of old clobber.

What are you gonna give me
for this tasty piece of loot?

Is that a genuine Constable?

Where? Oh, I mean, is it? I wouldn't know.

I found it in the east
wing of Buckingham Pala--

[vocalizes]

Of me baby sister's Wendy house.

Nice one, Chaz.

Well, this masterpiece could fetch

about 10 million pounds.

Wa-hay, Vegas here I come.

[vocalizes]

I mean, here we come.

What about this bobby dazzler, yeah?

Is that the royal crown?

Well, you tell me, you're
the bleeding expert.

[sirens wail]

Uh-oh, it's the beefeaters.

Woo, I can't be caught with this.

Here, it's yours for whatever
you've got in your wallet.

-[vocalizes]
-My wallet!

Good work, sis, laters potaters.

Well, I--

Oh, and if she asks you
ain't seen us, right?

Be lucky, oi oi saveloy.

[punchy upbeat music]

Ed Milliband, what can I get you?

-Cappuccino please.
-And, I'll have a latte.

What's your name?

Owen, Owen Smith.

Weeks campaigning to be
labor leader and still

nobody knows who I am.

I wouldn't say that, Owen Thingy.

Even my exclusive story about fighting off

hundreds of louts to win
my wife only made page 33.

Well, don't worry, I've
got a plan to get you

back in the headlines.

-Meet Bogdam and Doorack,
-Hello.

Two eastern European rent boys.

-Hey?
-Same rents as Keith Vaz.

You'll be on the front pages in time.

I give up.

Coffee's for Ed and is it Gwen?

At least I tried.

[Narrator] Bake-off presenter
auditions, Noel Edmonds.

[clacks]

I've got this great idea
to tweak the format.

All the cakes are in
identical sealed boxes.

Then, the phone rings and it's the baker.

-[Woman] Next.
-[sighs]

[mellow music]

[Narrator] Coming soon
from Desperate Franchise

Productions, Top Gun, The Reboot.

Starring Vladimir Putin.

I feel the need, the need for speed.

Oh, I love this big chopper.

[Narrator] The world is on
the brink of Armageddon.

A Russian MiG has just
invaded NATO airspace.

-I know, I sent it.
-You're dangerous.

That's right, buddy. I'm
Maverick, I make up my own rules.

How else is Russia going
to win next World Cup.

-[groans]
-Oh, goal-ski.

I'm going for missile lock,
ready aim, cease fire.

[explosion]

Oops, sorry wasn't me.

[Narrator] And, featuring that scene.

♪ You never close your eyes anymore ♪

♪ When I kiss your lips ♪

You are singing to the girl, right?

Oh yeah, to the girl, for sure.

♪ And, there's no tenderness♪

[Narrator] Will anyone ever be safe again?

Now, we oil our chests and
play manly beach volleyball.

Then, we take manly shower in manly man's

changing room, yes?

[Narrator] Top Gun, coming soon to

a sovereign airspace near you.

I love to cruise, oh I mean Tom Cruise.

-[jet engine]
-[dramatic music]

[mellow music]

You all right there, Danny Dyer?

Actually Phil, I'm
feeling a bit Queen Vic.

-You what?
-You know,

Cockney rhyming slang. Queen Vic, sick.

I've got a nasty case of the Sharon Watts.

What you talking about?

Sharon Watts, trots.

-Oh right.
-I think that kabab

I ate was a bit Dot Cotton.

Dot Cotton, rotten.

Now, you're getting the hang of it.

What you say we roll
out the barrel and have

a right royal Cockney knees up.

Blimey, you're action is Danny Dyer.

Dyre? Dyre on fire.

-No, shit.
-[groans]

[Narrator] Bake-off presenter
auditions, Michael Gove.

[clacks]

So, you want a new Mel and Sue.

Does it have to be a double act?

Only, I don't have many old friends left.

Also, I'm not allowed to go near a Nied's.

Will you be my friend?

Are you texting your ex again?

Hey? Of course I'm bloody not.

Oh, you sent these disgusting
photos to her, you bastard.

[glass breaks]

Do I hear a domestic
dispute? Anger, violence?

It's pure Jeremy Kyle, come on my show.

No mate, we're fine,
we're all right, really.

Sympathetic voice, I
promise I won't pretend

to be your friend mate
or make you out to be

some kind of pantomime villain.

Boo, or goad you into an on screen fight.

Have you seen those disgusting photos?

-Yes.
-[sobs]

Oh, please don't cry, love.

Yeah, seriously, don't
cry you'll attract--

Do I hear the splash of tears?

Leave them alone, Kyle.

They belong to This Morning, now.

Think of all the sympathetic
nodding we can do

while these two break down on camera.

The tearing up.

The phone ins.

The inappropriate fit of giggles.

[laughs]

-Come with us.
-No, they're mine.

-Order, order.
-[bangs]

-Judge Rinder.
-As a fake judge,

from a pretend court I
cannot allow you to exploit

this couple for cheap
daytime entertainment.

-Hey?
-Because, I'm going to.

♪ It's courtroom drama time♪

I hope that phone still works.

I'm so going to need to see
those disgusting photos,

for evidence, obviously.

[punchy upbeat music]

Literally dying of thirst
Bear uses all his skills

and know-how to sort some water.

Oh look, it's Bear Grylls.

Master of survival techniques.

Bet he'll do something really hardcore.

-Oh god.
-[water splashes]

Oh, he's going to drink his own urine.

-OMG.
-So, tough.

And so, Bear sets out on his next mission

to find some extra strong mints.

[gags]

[Narrator] Bake-off presenter
auditions, Wayne Rooney.

[clacks]

I'd like to be a TV presenter when

my playing days are over.

And, given I wasn't even on
the bench for the big match

on Thursday, that looks like next week.

[whimsical music]

Ah, what I want, and a spot of bother on

the whole Minister for Foreigns Front.

-What now?
-I keep forgetting the names

of all those funny little countries.

So, I've made a new map to keep it simple.

[groans]

This is England, God save
her maj, rule Britannia,

footballs coming home, et cetera.

No change there, but from now on this bit

over here will be known as Krautland.

Everything south of here will be

Pickaninny Watermelon Island.

This lot live the People's
Republic of Chopsticks.

And, this naughty little bit here will be

Bomby, Bomby, Boomy, Bangy,
Jihadi Johnny Foreigner Land.

-Any questions?
-So, when would you

like us to start preparations
for World War III?

Oh dear, I said something
I shouldn't have.

I'll distract you with some funny words.

Algorithm, prognosticate,
cystitis, expelliarmus,

buzzar, vier, zip wire.

-[yells]
-[glass shatters]

I've gotta say Donald
Trump would never exploit

an opponent's poor health
for political gain,

but the fact is Illary, I
mean Hillary, has given in

to pneumonia, folks.

If I was president I would bomb pneumonia,

and I would build a wall to
stop pneumonians getting in.

[cheers]

[coughs]

[gasps]

Don't worry folks, I'm
fine. It's just a furball.

[meows]

[perky upbeat music]

♪ She's Missus Crown♪

[Narrator] Ladies and
gentleman welcome back

to Missus Crown's Boys.

Hello again, plebs, I'm just
about to feed the Corgis.

It's their favorite, Pedigree Swan.

[laughs]

Hello Mommy, have you heard the news?

It was all over the tabloids.

Someone's been filmed
snorting a suspicious powder

in the palace.

-Charlie?
-No, it was one

of your guards.

[laughs]

Apparently, he snorted it
off a ceremonial sword.

That is the most inappropriate
use of a royal sword

since I knighted Phillip Green

[laughs]

Of course, it might have just been snuff.

Well, the only thing that ever gets

up my nose is Camilla.

[laughs]

Goddamn it Lillibet, where
the fecking feck is it.

Looks like the old man's lost something.

Yes, his fecking marbles.

[laughs]

It's this bloody Brexit business.

I'm looking for my Greek passport.

I'm not paying 50 quid for a ruddy Visa

to visit Europe.

I blame the Germans.

You keep my family out of this.

[laughs]

That's what I love about
Missus Crown's Boys,

it's just one dodgy line after another.

[laughs]

Good night, plebs.

[crowd applauds]

[Narrator] New jobs for David Cameron,

number 23 Burger Bar.

Right, imagine I'm a
customer, sell me something.

I can't, I've already sold
everything off to China.

Just give me a burger.

Oh right, here you go.

And, would you like and OBE with that?

Of course, you will have to start on

a zero hours contract.

No problem, zero hours is exactly what

I used to work as an MP.

[Narrator] New, from Desperate
Franchise Productions

Suffragette, the Reboot.

In a time of great injustice
one woman would stand up

and be counted.

Sisters, I am a new breed of feminist.

Starring Kim Kardashian.

Fighting oppression of the patriarchy.

Fighting for the right to wear no clothes

-for publicity reasons.
-What?

[Narrator] One woman's
quest for empowerment.

Up votes for women, more
page views for my pum-pum.

Double click on my double Gs.

Put 'em away, madam.

-[slaps]
-Sexist.

All my life men have told me what to do.

Chain yourself to the railings, Kim,

you'll look really hot.

Shut up Kanye, you chauvinist pig.

I'm going to chain myself to
the railings to look really hot

-for feminism.
-Whatever.

[Narrator] Suffragette,
she changed the way women

would be see, forever.

Selfie, this is gonna like
break the printing press.

[Narrator] New jobs for David Cameron,

number 32, football coach.

So, what makes you think
you'll be right for this job?

Well, I've always been a massive fan

of Astonham Rovers.

This is Leicester City, we
need a safe pair of hands

who's not gonna do anything
stupid and reckless,

that sends us crashing out of Europe.

Good luck with the soccer ball.

[hums]

[gasps]

Come on Tyson, it's only a
month till the big fight.

Look at me, heavyweight
Champion of the World.

More like fat bastard weight champion.

I've never gonna hurt Klitschko.

Not with your fists, but
can still do some serious

damage with your gob.

Yeah, Klitschko, you devil worshiper.

Bosch, you have about as much charisma

as my underpants, bosch.

Nah, Klitchko's heard all your old stuff,

you need some new material.

So, I've got you an insults
coach, the most offensive

person I could find.

-Katie Hopkins?
-Look at those man boobs,

last time I saw nogs as big
as that was in a Starbucks

with a little brat attached, revolting.

Wow, that was below the belt.

-She's good.
-So, this Klitschko

is Ukrainian, right?

Let's see what you've got.

Right, I'm gonna send
you to hospital, bosch.

Like all those other
sponging Eastern Europeans

-using our NHS for free.
-Ouch.

Come on, harder.

After I finish with you you'll
look even uglier, bosch.

You need to be more offensive, Tyson.

Oh Tyson, isn't that the
kind of name thick people

give to their ugly dogs?

Hock it in.

Actually, you are quite like a pitbull.

You should have be stuck
in a bag and drowned

-in a canal.
-Oy.

[thuds]

Best place for a woman, that, on her back.

Wow, my work here is done.

[rock music]

[X Factor theme music]

Okay Keith, let's hear what you've got.

♪ Bottoms and fannies ♪

♪ And willies and boobies ♪

♪ Boogies and bum grapes ♪

♪ And big snotty loogies ♪

♪ Fat hairy balls sacks ♪

♪ And men's dingalings ♪

♪ These are a few ♪

♪ Of my favorite things♪

-Mine too.
-Oh.

♪ When the checks bounce ♪

♪ When the bank rings ♪

♪ When I'm feeling blue ♪

♪ I just shout a few ♪

♪ Of my favorite things ♪

♪ And get me own show ♪

♪ On ITV2♪

-Look ladies it's me wanger.
-You wish.

-Aw.
-Next.

[punchy upbeat music]

Can you help please? Which
way is it to Downing Street?

Downing Street, I'm heading there myself.

Oh, are you really?

Absolutely, you should
have seen the Corbinator

take Theresa May apart on Grammar Schools.

I know the way to go, follow me.

-Ah ha.
-And, left here.

-Okay.
-Left again.

And, take a left. Left, left again.

-Man.
-Then, that far left.

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

Oh, ye of little faith.

We just have to keep going.

-Left.
-Yep.

Left. Left here. Then left.

You've led us to the wilderness.

Admit it, you've totally lost your way.

Not at all, look, Karl Marx.

See, I told you we were
on the right track.

Now left, even further left.

[Narrator] New jobs for David Cameron,

Number 75, Proctologist.

I've always wanted to try
my hand at Proctology.

[snaps]

What makes you an expert
in that particular

part of the anatomy?

Well, it takes one to know one.

[yells]

The buglatron particle
readings are off the chart.

There's about to be a tear
in the space time continuum.

[crackles]

-What the?
-There's no time.

I've come from the future to warn you,

well me, to get out while you still can.

The upcoming series of Doctor Who

gets even more complicated.

How is that even possible?

I jump across my own
potential future time streams,

vaporize my parents before I'm even born

and get scattered across the meta galaxy

while the TARDIS disappears
up it's own neutron flow.

-That's incomprehensible.
-Quick, hold onto

this time ring.

[crackles]

Where are we?

We've traveled way back in time to when

the series was much simpler.

-[thuds]
-And cheaper.

You will be exterminated.

It's an upside down bin
with some tennis balls

-stuck to it.
-Exactly,

and it's much easier to defeat.

By reversing the polarity,
using a reality manipulator

to harness the power of
the Hand of Rascelon.

No, by hitting it with a stick.

-[crashes]
-Ow, ow.

See, things were so much simpler

on the measly 1970s BBC budget.

-Hang on, BBC 1970s.
-[gasps]

We're next door to the
Top of the Pops studio.

Let's get out of here.

We can quantum time leap
stream to the confusing

past future chronomatrix.

-That's so complicated.
-Exactly, it's perfect.

Take me with you, take me with you.

[mellow music]

♪ Adele is me ♪

♪ I'm platinum selling ♪

♪ One woman music industry ♪

♪ My cash is rolling in the deep ♪

♪ I wipe my ass with 50s ♪

♪ I cry diamonds when I weep ♪

♪ But my soul is aching ♪

♪ And longing ♪

♪ For something I cannot have ♪

♪ I wanna be a normal bird ♪

♪ Drive a rusty Micra ♪

♪ Not be chauffeured ♪

♪ I wanna put my bins out ♪

♪ But my drive's nine miles long ♪

♪ And I live too far from a Primark ♪

♪ To buy a leopard print thong ♪

♪ Wanna hit Lidl in the afternoon ♪

♪ Then follow onto Wetherspoons ♪

♪ I'll a pasty in Greggs ♪

♪ And sit on the floor ♪

♪ But my entourage ♪

♪ Won't fit in the store ♪

♪ And I when I take my purse ♪

♪ Out of my Prada coat ♪

♪ They can't give me change ♪

♪ For my thousand pound note ♪

♪ Wanna be an average joe ♪

♪ Why maybe there's a way to go ♪

♪ I know a normal thing I can do ♪

♪ I can swear like a trucker ♪

♪ Shit, bollocks, fuck you ♪

I wish I had a onesie from Asda,

this friggin' Versace dress
is itching right up my ass.

[punchy upbeat music]