All language subtitles for Head.Of.The.Class.S03E10_2

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What.. Yeah, I'm wearing, mom.
I'm wearing my sweater.

Um, the nice orange one.

- Arvid, great news. We're rich.
- Not this time, Dennis.

- Arvid!
- I.. Goodbye, mom.

It's a science essay
competition.

We can split
a $1000 scholarship.

- Come on, I need your help.
- No!

- No?
- No!

- Arvid, what's wrong with you?
- What's wrong with me?

I'm still bleeding
from the last

science competition
I helped you with.

I did all the work
and you took all the credit.

Don't you think I've lost
a lot of sleep over that?

That's why I want your help.

This is my chance
to make it up to you.

Come on, Arvid,
I want to do my essay on

that Jean-Pierre Roche Baboob
guy.

- Bobois.
- Right. The French physicist.

You know, his work on
subatomic structure?

- Really?
- Yeah.

Well, what do you want me to do?

All of his work is in French.

You took French, right, while I
was sleeping through Spanish?

[scoffs]
Yeah, well..

Dennis, the only French
I remember is soup du jour.

If-if you want a French expert,
you want, uh, Maria.

Maria.

Yeah, well, you probably
won't be able to

tear her away from Chuck.

Chuck?

- Later, baby.
- Later, stud-muffin.

- I'm talkin' about you.
- You.

[chuckles]

- New boyfriend?
- Shut up.

Shut up? What did I say?

It's what you're
about to say, Dennis.

And I'm not interested
in your opinion about Chuck.

Maria, I'm really hurt.

I just wanted to tell you
how happy I am

to see how happy you are.

And to make you an offer
you can't refuse.

[scoffs]

- Morning.
- Oh, morning.

Don't worry about it.
I'll take care of it.

I'll take care of it, Dennis.

Mr. Moore, is it okay
if I'm a little bit late

on my paper on Nelson Mandela?

Well, you're already
a little bit late.

I know, but I have a chance
to do a science project

with Dennis.

I mean, how often do
male science freaks

actually beg girls
to help them out?

I think it's some kind
of breakthrough.

Well, just be sure
it's not some kind of rip-off.

[bell ringing]

- Thank you.
- Sure.

Okay, since we finished
our discussion yesterday

about World War I,
the war to end all wars

today, we're gonna start talking
about World War II.

The war to end that theory.

[all chuckle]

But how do we really measure
the cost of World War II?

Twenty-two million
casualties.

Uh-huh, and the cost
and property damage

of more than
three trillion dollars.

And destruction throughout
Africa, Europe and Asia.

Yes, but I'm talking about
the devastation of families

the division of nations.

You know, it's not just winners
and losers.

Humanity suffers.
I'm finished now, Alan. Yes?

Okay, Mr. Moore,
we all know war is hell.

But why always emphasize
the negative side?

Great, why-why don't you
give us a few pointers

on the upbeat side of war, Alan?

Well, sure.
I mean, World War II did give us

a number of scientific
and technological advances.

Yeah, and a lot of mini-series.
So, what's your point?

Now, what kind of scientific
advances come out of war?

Nuclear bombs,
Swiss army knives.

Alan, we are facing
the annihilation

of three billion people.

Studies show that within..

Hey, Mr. Moore. Ah!

Oh, I got some
office stuff here for..

Ah, class isn't over yet, is it?

[chuckles]
No. Not quite, Chuck.

Uh, do you wanna spend
the last few minutes with us?

Take a seat.

Cool.

So, ah, Maria.

Maria?

Maria, you were talking about
three billion people.

That's a lot of people,
Mr. Moore.

[laughs]

Hey, don't forget that a war
increases the demand

for arms and munitions
which reduces unemployment.

Maria?

That sounds good too, Alan.

- So you agree with me?
- Sure, why not?

I mean, what do I know about war
and icky things like that?

[laughs]

Icky? Icky?

Maria, nuclear war is not icky.

Sitting on a Pudding Pop
is icky.

Yeah. Yeah, he's right, Maria.

One time I sat on a Pudding Pop
when I was wearing

my white jeans, lucky for me,
it was vanilla.

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[speaking in foreign language]

You know, in French,
even physics is beautiful.

So are snails.

Just give me the English.

[scoffs]
He's saying that the positron

was the first anti-particle
to be discovered.

Dennis, do you realize
what we can do with this?

Yeah, make a note of it.
Keep going.

"Its existence was foreseen
by Dirac

as a whole in a sea of states
of negative energy, and.."

[keys clacking]

And.. And what?

You know, when Larry hit Curly
in the face

with another salami,
I almost died laughing.

[laughing]

Did somebody hit your brain
with a salami?

- Chuck, hi.
- Hey, baby.

Oh, Mr. Wizard.

Still yuckin' it up
over last night, huh?

- Oh, it was so special.
- Uh, excuse me.

Are we talking protons
and neutrons or morons?

What you guys
doin' here, anyway?

It's like extra credit work
or something?

- It's s science--
- Oh, no, no, no.

We were just talking,
getting ready to go home.

Ah, well, you know,
that's good

because I gotta tell you, Maria

I think this egghead class
of yours

is takin' up
too much of your time.

Oh, no, no.
It isn't, really.

- Egghead class?
- Well, no. No offense, pal.

But Maria can tell you,
I am a laid-back kinda guy.

- Ah.
- Yeah. Now don't get me wrong.

School is cool.
It passes the time.

But when you really
think about it

ah, Dennis, life is short.

- Hmm.
- And could we be honest?

We are on this planet to party.

- Huh?
- Hmm.

I don't think Nietzsche
could have said it better.

[chuckles]
Who's that?

Just some kid
in my biology class.

Oh, look, about our date..

Pick me up at
swim practice.

Oh, Chucky, I can't tonight.

What?

I have things to do.

W-what things?

Well, you know,
like, girly things.

I have to iron my hair
and paint my nails

and I have to lay out the things
for this weekend, you know?

Well, get 'em done,
because this weekend is mine.

I know.

Later, baby.
And I'm talkin' about you.

- You.
- You.

[laughing]
You, you.

[keys clacking]

Why are you acting dumb
for that airhead?

He's a lot smarter
than you think he is.

He's not smarter
than egg salad.

The only reason you're goin' out
with that guy

is 'cause he's good-lookin'.

Oh, come on, Dennis.

Like, you never went out with
a girl because she was cute?

[scoffs]
No.

I've asked. But, no,
I've never actually gone out.

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Excuse me, Mr. Moore.

I come as a bearer
of glad tidings.

Ah! My favorite kind.

Once again, our IHPers
have proven to be winners.

The New York City Science
Commission has chosen

as this year's entry
to the National Essay Contest

"Reconsidering Roche Bobois"
by Dennis Blunden.

- Alright!
- Maria.

A member of the commission
will be here in a few days

to present the award
at our assembly.

- Hey, wear a tie.
- Around my neck?

Maria, tell him.

Carry on, Mr. Moore.

Well, Dennis, it appears
you have done it again.

Dennis, you're a jerk.

Dennis, you left Maria's name
off the paper, didn't you?

Hey, I did all the work.

All she did was translate
a little French.

Oh, right.

A little French?

I did all the French, Dennis.
And I did a lot of the physics.

[clamoring]

Come on, why is everybody
coming down on me?

Nobody has even asked me
my humanitarian motives.

Okay, you're
a great humanitarian.

Why did you do this?

- I did it for her.
- 'Oh, Dennis!'

Well, she's been going out
of her way to try to make

that dumb guy think
she doesn't have a brain.

'And I knew that if her name
appeared on the science essay'

the guy'd go nuts.

I did it to save
your love life.

And I'd do the same
for any of you girls here.

Maria, you're not gonna
sit here and let him

do this to you, are you?

Come on, Maria, tell him.

Yeah. Maria, tell him.

Look, Maria, I don't quite know
what you're doing here

but I want both you and Dennis
to go to Dr. Samuels

tell him you co-authored
the essay

and you both want
your names on it.

Go.

Boy, you're tryin' to do
the right thing

and look at what happens.

All of a sudden,
I'm the bad guy.

Dennis, wait a minute. I don't
want my name on that essay.

- 'What?'
- 'Maria?'

If it means that much to him,
let him have it.

It might be the highlight
of his life.

I guess some of us
have our priorities.

- Oh.
- Maria.

No apologies necessary.

So, let me ask you
another question.

Mm-hmm.

Let's say that you are
an intelligent woman.

You're an intelligent woman,
just for argument's sake.

Would you purposefully

hide your intelligence
in order to be with a man

who is obviously
not as smart as you were?

Charlie, how sweet!
Are you asking me on a date?

- What?
- I'm kidding.

Of course, I wouldn't hide
my intelligence.

It'd be outrageous.

'I mean, this is the 1980s.'

If a man can't accept a woman

for who she is, who needs him?

- Right.
- 'Hm.'

I wish you can help me
explain this to Maria Borges.

I'm just not getting
through to her.

Listen, Chuck,
I was just wondering, what if..

Oh, I don't know.

I sort of entered
a science competition.

And what if, what if I won?

[chuckles]
What are you telling me?

You entered some
kind of science thing?

No. I'm just saying,
"What if?"

Yeah, uh, look, Maria,
I don't know.

But I'm gettin'
a little worried here

that you, you have more interest
for your schoolwork

than you do in
the old Chuck jog here.

No. That's not true.

Yeah, well, you say that,
but now you're talkin' about

winning some kind of
science thing.

I just thought it might be okay.

But look, if it makes you
feel uncomfortable

it's not that big of a deal.

Well, that's good.
'Cause I'll tell you what.

I'm takin' a lotta heat
from my buddies

for datin' a brain.

[sighs]
Hey, look, but I tell 'em,
"Maria, Maria's unlike

"those other eggheads.

"She's into normal stuff,
like the Stooges

and she can't get enough
of them Rangers."

Am I right? Huh?

Ah, which reminds me
about this weekend.

Friday night, Rangers game.

- Alright.
- Saturday, raging party.

And Sunday, football. All day.

You gotta problem
with that, lady?

No, that sounds great.

Excuse us, kids, uh..

- Hey.
- Hi.

Maria, do you have a minute?

Sure.

Later, baby.

- You!
- You.

- You.
- You.

[giggles]
You.

Uh, Ms. Meara and I
wanted to talk

with you for a minute.

Okay.

He's your new boyfriend, Chuck?

- Yeah.
- He's really cute.

I know. He's adorable, huh?

- He's really adorable.
- I know.

- Ms. Meara.
- Yeah?

Didn't you have something
you wanted to say to Maria?

Yes, I did. Um, Maria,
don't neglect your studies.

But on the other hand,
don't neglect Chuck, either.

Oh, I know, I know..

Charlie, you didn't tell me
she was going with Chuck.

I mean, all the girls
in the whole school

think he's the prize catch.

Even if I told Maria
to dump him, she wouldn't.

He's precious.

[sighs]
Well, ahem--

Mr. Moore,
I know what you're gonna say.

Good, because I don't.

You have to understand.

This is more important to me.

Chuck is the only real boyfriend
I've ever had.

With all the cheerleaders
running around school

...he picks me.

Well, I can understand that
but--

I know what you're gonna say,
"He's not a rocket scientist."

He probably can't even spell
"Scientist."

But who cares?
He cares about me.

He likes me.
He makes me feel good.

And I don't want to do
anything to change that.

You probably already know
I was gonna say that.

- Not exactly--
- I know what you're gonna say.

You're gonna say,
"Talk to Chuck," right?

I already tried
talking to Chuck.

He already made it clear that
he doesn't want a girlfriend

that's smarter than he is.

So, look, I appreciate
all your advice.

But really,
my mind is made up.

Look, as long as you're in
a listening mode

um, I-I'd like to
say something else.

I think you're letting Dennis
walk all over you.

Now, if you're willing
to sell out in this case

just to get somebody to like you

what are you gonna give up
the next time?

I know that it's hard
to find somebody you care for

who cares for you.

But you'll never know how
someone truly feels about you

if you're pretending
to be someone else.

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And for those students
who saw that graffiti

on the third floor
bathroom wall

"If you call me

you will definitely
not have a good time."

And speaking of writing

I now wish to introduce
one of the judges

from this year's Inter-City
Science Essay Competition

Dr. Jacob Bartholomew.

Thank you, Dr. Samuels.

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Babe, can you believe
they're makin' us sit

through this presentation?

Shh!

This year's winner is
an outstanding piece of work

on the research
of the French Physicist

Jean-Pierre Roche Bobois.

'Made all the more difficult'

because, first, our student

had to translate all
of Roche Bobois' writings

from the original French
before starting his analysis.

[coughing]

And this brilliant student
is your own Dennis Blunden.

[applause]

[speaking in foreign language]

[laughing]

At a moment like this,
I'm truly at a loss for words.

Saying a mere thank you
can't come close

to expressing the deep
sense of pride and..

[chuckles]
Yeah, I gotta say it.

Satisfaction I feel for being
honored and recognized

for all my hard, hard work.

(Dennis)
'I only hope that
my translation of Bobois'

did justice
to his elegant French.

But, you know, when I think of
the lonely hours

finding the insight, finding
that special French word--

Yeah, like creep.

[indistinct chatter]

I-I think of other
scientists alone

late at night,
staring at the blank page--

Alone?

What's going on here?

She's, uh, she's obviously
flipping out.

Nurse! Nurse!

Dr. Samuels, Dr. Bartholomew,
I have a confession to make.

[chuckles]
No, you don't.
Sit down, Maria.

You're acting like a nut.

I know, it might be
a little bit late

but I co-wrote
that essay with Dennis.

(Dennis)
'What?'

Can't you see
she's hysterical?

I did all of the translations
and most of the analysis.

Blunden, is this true?

[chuckles]

Okay, maybe she helped me
with a little of the French.

A little bit?
Ask him to translate something.

How about this, Dennis?

[speaking in foreign language]

Um..

[chuckles]
Who am I, Toulouse-Lautrec?
I am a scientist.

Come on, Dennis,
you know it's the truth.

You're a liar, Blunden.

What does science mean
to Dennis..

Okay, I admit it.
We're partners, alright?

Are you happy?

(all)
Yeah!

[applause]

Congratulations, Maria.

Thank you.

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[scoffs]

I hope you're not mad at me.

I was just so afraid
to tell you.

No. Come on, Maria.
I'm real proud.

- Really?
- Yeah.

You are?

I mean, how can
I be mad at someone

who stood up for herself?

Now, sit down.

Thanks. I mean, I was praying
that you'd understand.

Yeah, well, just..

It's different now, you know?

What is?

Well, it's like,
I keep coming up with all these

really great things for us
to do on our dates, right?

And you've been pretending
like you're having fun

but...deep down
you think they're dumb.

So you must think I'm dumb.

No, I don't.

So, we're interested
in different things.

Chuck, I still really like
being with you.

Man, I've never gone out
with someone like you before.

Look, I didn't,
I didn't want to admit to this

but now that everything
is out in the open..

...I gotta tell you..

...I don't know if I can
deal with all this.

You know, I have an idea.

I'll go with you
to a "Three Stooges" film

and you can come with me
to the UN.

It'll be great.

Yeah.

Look, Maria..

...you can't pretend to be
any dumber than you are.

And let's face it,
I'm not gettin' any smarter.

You know, so I..
I think we should, you know..

We can still be friends, though.
Right? Hmm?

Hey.

- Right.
- Okay.

Well..

...see ya.

[snapping fingers]

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Congratulations, Maria.

How did it go with Chuck?

He says he wants
to be friends.

Ah.

You ever notice when someone
says that to you, Mr. Moore..

...they never
speak to you again.

Well, I think you spoke up

for yourself very nicely
that day.

You were right.

If Chuck was gonna care about me

he had to know who I was.

I guess he would've found out
sooner or later, right?

Hmm.

But I'm never gonna date again.

Look, Maria

you're very pretty
and you're very smart.

Now, somebody's bound to show up
who appreciates that.

But not a stud-muffin
like Chuck.

Well..

Mr. Moore, why is it
that the cute ones

always seem so dumb?

Well, imagine how
George Bush felt

when he was looking
for a running mate?

[laughing]

- Listen, uh--
- That's a good one.

Would you, uh,
would you be willing to

let a crumbling remnant of
a slightly stale stud-muffin

buy you some lunch
in the cafeteria?

That would be nice.

Thank you.

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