All language subtitles for Head.Of.The.Class.S01E18_2

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- Good morning, everybody.
- Hey.

Good morning, Maria.

Maria, can I come over
to your house tonight

and set your cat on fire?

Sure.

Then, could we grease up
your mom and try to tackle her?

Whatever.

- Morning, everybody.
- Good morning.

- Where is everybody?
- You're early.

Hmm, yeah, with good reason.

Ah, next Monday,
the new semester begins.

Which means I've got
about 40 minutes

to summarize the entire
decade of the '60s

for your eager little brains.

It's also Valentine's day.

- So?
- The sap is running, you know.

People get a little bit nuts.

I mean, can't you
feel it in the air?

Yeah, I can feel it.

I'm human.

I can think of a lot of places

I'd rather be
on a day like this.

- Like where?
- Headed out of town.

Top down, radio playing.

- In what?
- This.

Nice car.

It's more than just a car.

It's a '65 Mustang convertible.

Which I am thinking
about buying.

You're gonna buy
a convertible in New York?

This morning, walking to school
I had the most unusual feeling.

I had told you a thousand times
before you wear new underwear

you have to take
the cardboard out.

No, I love New York.

I'm warning you, no singing.

- Good morning, everyone.
- Good morning.

- Including me?
- Including you, Eric.

Happy Valentine's Day.

I'll never wash this shoulder.

So, what else is new?

Simone, you're in a good mood.

Oh, why not? It's beautiful out.
The air's clean-ish.

Well, spring's on its way
the squirrels

are skipping in the park,
the birds are singing.

Simone, speaking of the birds
and the bees--

I'm talking about
real animals, Eric.

Perfect, I was raised by wolfs.

- Okay, 1967, '68, '60--
- Hi, guys.

Sarah and I are going
to the opening of "Macbeth"

'tonight at the Public Theatre.'

Opening night party,
front row seats.

- Woo!
- 'Alright.'

Wow, front row.

You get to be spit
on by three witches

working for minimum wage.

Okay, let's rock and roll.

Who's missing?

I have an announcement to make.

Arvid Engen will feel
pain no more.

Now, you see,
he takes the cardboard out.

I had a revelation.

I was walking down
Columbus Avenue this morning

and all I saw
were couples in love.

Smiling, holding hands,
relating to each other

enjoying themselves.

Okay, they were all guys,
but the point is..

...it-it-it made me think about
Laurie and me.

I mean, Laurie likes me,
but she doesn't love me.

It's over, a-and you know
what? It's a relief.

That's, uh, very good, Arvid.

Okay, so we're just
gonna have to start

without Sarah and Janice.

Hi, Mr. Moore, sorry, I'm late,
but I had to finish

making my Frankenstein cards.

You mean, uh, Valentine's cards?

You celebrate your holidays,
I'll celebrate mine.

Listen, Arvid, now that Laurie
is completely out of your life.

I assumed you wouldn't mind
if I sort of asked her out?

Uh-uh-uh, asked her what?

Out.

My Laurie?

No problem.

Okay, we now have a little
under 32 minutes

to get through this.

Forget it, Mr. Moore,
everybody is dippy today.

'Nobody is concentrating.'

- No, I am.
- Oh, yeah?

Then how come you keep
looking at that car?

Well, at least you have
to admit it does have

something to do with the '60s.

- Uh-huh, but just barely.
- Not necessarily.

When I was young, what I wanted
more than anything

else in the world was
a 1965 Mustang convertible.

And a certain young woman
named Patricia Van Arsdale.

At the time I could afford
neither, but--

It's a nice hallucination,
Mr. Moore, but a car like that

won't last a day
on the streets of New York.

What about an indoor garage?

Wake up, Mr. Moore,
the garage costs more

than you pay for your apartment
and if you'd like me

to quote your New York City
insurance rights--

Uh, it's okay.

It's a fantasy,
but it's my fantasy.

I'm gonna hold on to it.

So, let's just, uh, forget it.

Uh, six day war, okay?
Let's go.

Maria, are you with us?

Maria?

You seem a little distracted.

No, I'm not. I, I, I just,
I can't concentrate

I can't think,
I can't breathe.

Good, just so you're not
distracted.

I'm just having a little trouble
making a decision.

I'm in love with
one of the Dixon twins.

So, what's the problem?

I don't know which one.

Men, they are nothing
but trouble.

Oh, really?

Yeah. I got one in my life.

Wanna hear about it?

(all)
No.

It's our age differential.

Intellectually, he is,
well, certainly not my equal.

But closer to me
than you num-nums are.

[indistinct chatter]

The pre-teens social world
is not an easy place to be.

And neither was America
in the '60s.

Sorry, I'm late.

Well, you sure haven't
missed anything.

I've got some fantastic
news about tonight.

- Tell me.
- I can't go.

- What?
- Well, wait till you hear why.

This better involve
world peace.

Better, do you remember
that guy, Mike Webster

I told you about?

He asked me out tonight
on a real date.

So what? I practically had to
beg for those tickets weeks ago.

I know, I'm sorry, but this
is Mike Webster, dream.

- Oh--
- And this is Charlie Moore.

Nightmare, unless we get
something done.

- Sorry.
- Sorry.

Accepted.

Now, we have about 27 minutes
to finish--

I just can't believe
that you would do this to me.

I can't believe that
you of all people--

Ladies! Ladies, enough.

The entire decade.

Mr. Moore, question.

Go ahead.

Simone, am I wrong?

Well, it is important to do
things with friends.

That's right, Simone, that's
what I'm just trying to tell--

No, no, no, no more
interruptions, that's it.

From now on, for the remainder
of this class

there is only one voice
that I want to hear.

- Mr. Moore.
- This is not the voice.

A man called and left
a message for you.

Ms. Meara, I'm trying
to teach a class.

It's not the best time
to bring me phone messages.

It's about a car.

Uh, give me a minute,
what was the message?

Well, he said he's willing
to come down $200.

Only $200?

But, that's ridiculous.

Tell him to forget it.

Don't yell at me, Charlie.

- I'm sorry.
- It's alright.

Okay, when we last left the..

Is there something more?

Yes, but it's not
for little ears.

When I come back,
your little ears

will be full of the '60s.

How do I say this?

- Quickly, I hope.
- Alright.

This morning, I had a breakfast
meeting with Dr. Samuels

a man who is supposed to show
moral leadership.

I'm familiar with the man.
What happened?

Charlie, he came on to me.

He made advances.

- He hit on me.
- You sure?

Oh, come on.
I wasn't born yesterday.

I can sense
an indecent suggestion

wrapped in subtle
overture disguised

as a thinly veiled
piece of innuendo

just as well
as any other blond.

What do you want me to do?

Charlie, I just want you
to talk to him

and tell him to back off.

Please.

Can this wait until
I'm done with the '60s?

How long do you think
that's gonna take?

Well, at this rate,
the rest of the '80s.

Alright.

Simone, love is in the air.

Now, mother nature
is screaming out to me.

Take this girl to dinner,
take this girl to a movie.

Now, why fight it, Simone?

Instinct.

Sarah, if you go on that date
tonight, let me make it clear

I am never speaking
to you again.

Well, you better get in
a lot of talking today.

Because I'm going tonight.

Hey, uh, everybody settle down.
Uh, find your seats.

Now, uh, pay attention
because I'm gonna talk

very rapidly in order
to make up for lost time.

The turbulent sixties,
a time of change

a time of upheaval,
a time of questioning--

- Mr. Moore.
- Principles.

May I have a word with you?

- Mr. Moore, I'm a married man.
- 'Yeah.'

A very happily married man.

Oh, sure, but you still
have desires, feelings, urges.

I mean, you're a man.

And your passion caused
you to lose control

and violate the sanctity
of a professional relationship.

Did she say that?
Wait-wait-wait a minute.

We got a bigger problem
here than I thought.

Problem?

She's after my body.

Mr. Moore, hey, we're both
men of the world, eh?

We know these things.

Oh, uh, Mr. Moore, I called
the man about the car

and said thank you, but
it's still too expensive.

- I appreciate that.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, listen, don't you think
it's about time the two of you--

- No.
- No.

Um, excuse me.

Do me a favor,
straighten her out.

I have to work
with that woman.

Mr. Moore, back in the '60s..

...were friends more loyal
than they are today?

Aw, come on, Darlene.

Uh, do you hear that, Alan?

It's not a question of loyalty.

Look, his situation
with Laurie was hopeless.

No, no, my hats off to Arvid

for finally realizing he was
making a fool of himself.

And now we should all stop
laughing at him.

Oh, that's it.

I-I-I-I've had enough.

I'm outta here.
I can't take this anymore.

Oh, you're not alone, Arvid!

I don't know what came over me.
I'm sorry, Mr. Moore, geez.

It must be all this
valentine's day stuff, sorry.

Arvid, front and center.

Yeah, we are on a tight
schedule here.

No-frills advice,
let's go, move, move, move.

Okay, Arvid..

...if I ask you to stop
liking math, could you?

I didn't think so and if I ask
you to stop liking computers?

- No chance.
- Okay.

Then, is it fair to ask Alan
to deny his feelings?

Well, I think that's different,
his feelings are for my Laurie.

Oh, your Laurie?

Excuse me, Alan, your Laurie?

Why don't you ask the girls in
the class how they feel about

being considered possessions?

I don't think
that's necessary.

Nor did I, now, hold on,
I'm not done.

- Alan, up here.
- Me?

Yes, I have no time
to waste, come, come.

Alan, how long
have you known Arvid?

About five years.

And how long have
you been hearing

about Laurie from Arvid?

- About five years.
- So..

Arvid suddenly giving up
on Laurie after five years

could be a rash decision

one he's not totally
committed to.

Just say yes, so I may continue.

And you, hitting on Laurie,
the first time Arvid backs off

might be a little pushy.

Particularly from Arvid's
perspective.

- Well, yes, but Arvid's--
- You heard the man, say yes.

Okay, yes, I wasn't picturing
it from Arvid's perspective.

So, it seems
neither of you considered

what the other might be
thinking.

- Well..
- Yeah, okay, okay, moving on.

- Next, Janice.
- Yes, Mr. Moore?

You're on the air, go, go.

Janice, now what's the age
difference between you and--

Malcolm? Three years,
two months, six days and--

No, three years
will suffice for arguments.

Now, Janice,
I know that it's awkward.

You're ten years old,
Malcolm's 13

and he's interested
in more adult things.

Janice, this is no time
to be defensive.

- But, Mr. Moore, I'm not--
- Now, Janice..

You have to work hard
to find those

mutually interesting activities.

- But, Mr. Moore--
- That's it, Janice.

Thanks for the advice,
Mr. Moore

but Malcolm isn't 13.

He's seven.

- Simone, care to join me?
- Whoo! Alright, Simone.

Eric, would you
care to join us?

Whoo! Alright, Eric.

Okay, let's hear the lecture.

Oh, no lecture, I promise,
just a question.

Eric, your intentions towards
Simone are to just be friends.

- Correct?
- Right.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury

how many believe that
Eric's intentions towards Simone

are to just be friends?

Yeah, right.

How many believe
Eric wants something more

than friendship?

Interesting, sir.

- Well, what about her?
- Well, let's find out.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury, does anyone think

that Simone gives Eric
unclear signals that cause him

to pursue her regardless
of his intentions?

You're kidding.

Well, that's a few
things to think about.

How many think that
if Eric changes his approach

something could happen
between them?

Next!

But see, that was Don
in the cafeteria

which I've always considered to
be an extremely sensuous place.

I guess that's it.

Well, there you have it, folks.

You've heard all the facts,
you've gazed deeply

into Maria's eyes.

You've watched her incredibly
expressive body language

as she discussed the fabulous
Dixon twins.

So in your opinion,
which one is it going to be?

Is it going to be Don?

Or is it going to be Dan?

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Congratulations!
Dan is the big winner.

I hope you have a wonderful
life together, dear.

So, Dennis, any problems?

Yeah, these Herbalife people
won't give me my money back.

Next.

Look, look, I, I can't take any
more of this pop psychology.

Uh, Alan, just be patient,
we're down with the last two.

Darlene, Sarah, come on down.

I don't think so, Mr. Moore,
ours is pretty serious.

Yes, I know, but let's try it.

Okay, let's go.

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Wait, wait, wait, wait,
one at a time, please.

Darlene.

She'd rather go out
on some stupid date--

Well, if she was
any kind of a friend--

Hold it, uh, you two were
supposed to be

heavy hitters with speech
and debate right?

Haven't lost one yet.

Good, you argue Sarah's case.

Thank you, Mr. Moore,
but I don't need any help.

Fine, because you'll be
arguing hers, Darlene?

I'm Sarah Nevins,
a student in IHP.

And my life feels like
one continuous assignment.

Anyway, my friend, Darlene,
a truly wonderful person

went out of her way
to get these terrific tickets.

Darlene.

Anyway, one of those rare
moments came up.

A chance to forget
about the work

the experiments,
the long hours in the library.

A chance to be normal.

A chance to go on a real date
with a real guy

and have some fun.

And, Sarah, I mean, I, did
what anyone would have done.

Except Darlene, who laid out

thirty-five bucks
for the tickets.

Darlene, come on.

- Okay.
- Sarah?

I'm Darlene, and the truth
is I have a right

to be angry with Sarah
for breaking a date with me.

Because that's something
I wouldn't do to her.

I know, that as women,
we're conditioned to believe

that a date with a man
is more important

than a date with a friend.

A true friend.

So, if someone as brilliant
and attractive as Sarah Nevins..

...falls into that trap,
then I have to forgive her.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

I feel a hug coming on.

That's it, I'm in
the wrong business.

Now, if we really hurry,
I think we can..

Mr. Moore, you lose,
no '60s today.

Yeah, no '60s.

'What did we have?'

Uh, turmoil, mm, contradiction.

Uh, which in a weird way
does give us a nice overview

of the Ty-Dy years.

Arvid, Alan, uh, two powers
fighting over a third

which belongs
to neither of them.

Ah, the sexual revolution,
Eric and Simone.

Well..

Wait, Mr. Moore,
what about me?

A girl with two guys.

Peter, Paul and Mary, uh..

Uh, Darlene and Sarah,
uh, The Beatles.

You see,
"Try And See It My Way."

Uh, "We Can Work It Out."

"I Get By With A
Little Help From My Friends."

- "Love Is All You Need."
- Mr. Moore, "Let It Be."

Oh, I am so glad I caught you.

The guy called back and said
something came up, he needs cash

and he's gonna
accept your offer.

- What?
- 'Yeah.'

But-but-but
my offer was ridiculous.

Not to him.

I never thought he would
accept it.

I, I, I can't afford
a garage or insurance.

Well, I'll just tell
him that you

got so excited about it,
you died.

It's okay, Mr. Moore.

You're just crazy like
the rest of us.

It's Valentine's Day.

Only, uh, you're in love
with a car.

Uh, okay, listen, uh,
back to reality tomorrow

and contrary to popular belief

we will finish
with the '60s okay?

And, uh, Happy Valentine's Day.

- Hey, you too.
- Happy Valentine's Day.

Congratulations, Mr. Moore,
you managed to pull

this one out of the fire,
somewhat.

Oh, thank you, Alan.

Hey, you took a confused time
in history, uh, confused class

of students and made
something out of it.

It was interesting.

Well, thank you.

How do you do it?

"The Answer My Friend
Is Blowing In The Wind."

Yeah.

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So, it seems one of you,
and you know who you are..

...simply misinterpreted
totally

the innocent behavior
of the other.

- Right.
- That's right, Charlie.

So, uh, why not just
put this behind you

and let's get back to business.

Okay.

- Thanks, Charlie.
- Sure.

Goodnight.

See, now she's doing it to you.

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