All language subtitles for Head.Of.The.Class.S04E14_2

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I hate home-ec.

If God had meant for me to sew

he wouldn't have
given me credit cards.

I really enjoy it.

Uh, it gives me a chance
to be wild, uninhibited

totally un-Simone.
Look.

Simone, that looks just like
the dress you have on.

[chuckles]

Me? In yellow?

(Simone)
'Ha-ha. I like that.'

Hey, Viki.
How'd your dress turn out?

- Yeah.
- Oh. I'm not really sure.

Oh, come on, Viki

it's "Sew and tell" time.

What do you think?

Well, Viki, I think if you can
find three matching gloves

you'll look fabulous.

- Fab.
- Fab, Viki.

That's not a sleeve,
it's a turtleneck.

Yeah, for a giraffe.

Well, it just got outta hand.

Why do we need
to take home-ec, anyway?

It's not like something
I'm gonna use later

like the de Broglie Theory
of Wave-Particle mechanics.

Ah, Viki, I think I can
help you out here.

Mr. Moore?

Oh, I'm sorry, Viki. I'm not
very good at that sort of thing.

I'm so bad, I have to send
my shirts out to be buttoned.

Give me a chance, Viki.

Look, how do you know I can't
help you? Just 'cause I'm a guy?

Alright, I was being sexist.
I don't know that you can't sew.

I just have grave reservations.

Yeah, well, you just meet me
in the home-ec room

after school, okay?

Okay, I'll give you a chance.

[bell ringing]

So, we continue to think that
the Soviet and American systems

are polar opposites, and yet,
the early writings of Lenin

were inspired and influenced
by Thomas Paine

and many other
American Founding Fathers.

[bell ringing]

Okay, uh, for tomorrow,
chapters 12 through 15, okay?

- Yeah.
- Eric.

Do you really think
you can help me fix my dress?

Don't worry about it.

Whatever you do,
don't fix those jeans.

Don't worry about it. Ha.

Eric? Can we have a little chat?

Oh, sure, Mr. Moore.
What's on your mind?

Well, what's on my mind
is what's on your mind.

Uh, I mean, Viki
needs some help sewing

and suddenly
you're winding your bobbin.

(Eric)
Hey.

Mr. Moore, if you were blonde,
beautiful and couldn't sew

I'd do the same for you.

Well, I'm flattered,
Eric, but, uh

if you can't help her,
don't waste her time.

Hey. Who says I can't help her?

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I never should've made this
out of wool.

All those poor little bald sheep

walking around
because of my vanity.

Talk about bad karma.

- Uh, it's not that bad.
- No?

How would you like
to have all the hair

shaved off your body?

By candlelight.

Eric, I really
have to get this dress made.

- And I am here to help.
- Yeah, right.

Look, step aside.
Let's see.

The first rule of sewing is

to match the number of sleeves

with the actual number of limbs.

Otherwise, it's like
buying a pair of hats.

So, let me take this here,
try to get like a straight cut.

No. That's got all the..

- It's gonna unravel now.
- It's no problem.

You just have
to whipstitch the cut ends.

What stitch?

Uh, whipstitch.

Hey, you really do know
about this stuff.

A little.
But don't tell anybody.

I understand. But how did you
learn about sewing?

Oh, well, when I was a kid
my mom used to take in piecework

for some of the fashion houses
down in Seventh Avenue.

She used to put me to work,
you know, painting stuff

cutting patterns. Heh.

I can do things
with a pair of painting shears

that'll make your head swim.

See, you just sew, sew, sew.

You know, I like working
this closely with you.

And maybe when we're done here..
No, no, no. No, no, no, no.

You, you know what? Why don't
we start all over, okay?

Totally new fabric,
new design.

New-new everything.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Let's see.

You know,
you know how I see you?

I see you
in a gownless evening strap.

I-I mean,
a strapless evening gown.

[chuckles]

I could see it, maybe hanging

straight through here

add a peplum.

A peplum?
Isn't that what babies eat?

No, no, it's not.

It, it's that thing
that hangs down in the back.

Uh, like a pannier, you know?

That, that's not you,
that's not you.

You know what? How about
a Russian Gypsy outfit?

Made out of velvet. Yeah.

A-a black velvet bolero jacket

with some lace inserts.

Uh, maybe some epaulettes

with pompom fringe?

You know? I thought you just
called me in here to hit on me.

Shh. I'm thinking,
I'm thinking here. Um..

How about a bubble skirt?
Yeah, yeah.

A, a bubble skirt
made out of gold

with some black brocade and,
and, and I'll

and I'll trim it with some
bullion and bugle beads.

T-this will be great.
Trust me, okay?

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You know, Eric, this routine
you're pulling with Viki

is pretty underhanded
and deceitful.

Good work.

I can't believe you
pulled it off this long.

You've had her going for days.

Yeah, I mean, pretending to help
her with her sewing project.

What a concept.
What a scam.

What a man.

Wait, wait.
Unless, he really is sewing.

Oh, yeah,
we didn't think of that.

Me? Sew? No way.

- What makes you say that?
- Hey, hey. Here she comes.

Hi, guys. Oh, Eric.

I thought you're gonna put
the stretch lace on my hem.

Uh, yo, guys,
could you excuse me?

This is a little personal here.

- Ooh, stretch lace problem.
- Yeah, yeah!

- What's with them?
- Ah, you know guys.

Yeah, that's why I like you.
You're different.

Mm, maybe not that different.

[chuckles]
You know what I mean.

I feel really comfortable
with you.

You know, I get the feeling
that this could

turn into something
more than just a friendship.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Uh, I gotta get going.
See you this afternoon.

Bye, Eric.

- Hi, Viki.
- Hi.

How's the, uh,
home-ec project coming?

Great. Eric has been a big help.
He's done all the sewing.

He's even designed me
a whole new outfit

with the bustier and epaulettes

and a whole lot of other things
I've never even heard of.

Oh, I feel awful.

Well, you needn't. I mean, I've
never heard of a bustier either.

No, it, it's just that
I promised Eric

I wouldn't say anything.

A lie like that could carry on
into your next life.

And your life after that.

Yep, yep. Well,
your secret's safe with me.

Yeah, but in my next life,
you could be a blabbermouth.

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Psst. Viki.

Oh, hi, Eric. You ready
to go work on my dress?

Shh.

I finished it myself at lunch.

Couldn't stop myself.
I, I went on a bead binge.

I guess you can't string
just one, huh?

[laughs]

That, that was a dress joke,
Viki. For-forget it.

[gasps]
Eric, this is beautiful!

Put it away. And
for God's sakes, don't muss it.

But I can't believe
how great this dress is.

It's sure to win
the competition.

Excuse me? Competition?

The Junior Fashion Festival.

My home-ec teacher's gonna enter

the best dress from the school.

This one is sure to win.

No kidding.
That'd be great.

You know what, i-if,
if this does win anything

you take all the credit.

I can't take credit for your
work. I didn't do anything.

Come on, you did a lot.
You, you bought the fabric.

And, and what's a dress
without fabric?

Mostly thread.

Oh, I get it. You're afraid
of what the guys might say.

But you've done such great work.
You should get what you deserve.

Viki..

...if anyone finds out
that I made this dress

I'm gonna be the laughing stock
of the school.

Well, okay. I'll take credit
for it, if you want me to.

Thank you.

And don't drag the dress.

You'll knock off my beads.

They're very delicate.

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Dr. Samuels.
Another announcement?

No, I'm here
because I missed you.

Of course,
I have an announcement.

Gang, one of your very own
has been selected to compete

in the city's
Junior Fashion Festival.

(Dennis)
'Who, who?'

Viki Amory, let me be the first
to congratulate you, dear.

[chuckles]

[applauds]

[all applauding]

How about our favorite
surprise announcer, huh?

Guys, I really
don't deserve this.

Uh, yes, you do, Viki.

Come on, I watched you
work hard on this. Way to go.

Viki won? Are you kidding?

Uh, well,
just the last time we saw it

it had three heads.

Three arms.

Yeah, I mean, how did you get
the hang of it all of a sudden?

- 'Yeah.'
- 'Yeah.'

I guess,
a little fairy helped me.

I thought you helped her, Eric.

No, no, no,
I-I didn't mean, uh..

I guess she meant "Fairy"
in the leprechaun sense.

[bell ringing]

- Goodbye, Mr. Moore.
- Good day, Mr. Moore.

I really need to talk to you,
Mr. Moore.

Yeah, I know.

What am I gonna do? I promised
Eric I wouldn't tell anybody.

Well, that's Eric's problem.
You have a different problem.

- I do?
- Yeah.

It seems you cheated
on a home-ec project.

You're right.
It was cheating, wasn't it?

I never really thought
of it that way.

So, what're you gonna do now?

Eric, I can't do this.

[sighs]
I cannot accept credit
for your work.

- His work?
- His work?

Shh. Will you keep it down?

I-it's not my work,
it's her work.

Eric, you made that dress!

- Huh?
- Eric can sew?

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

Eric cannot sew. Come on.

I don't know
the difference between

a, a whipstitch
and a double backcross

through hatchmen.

- See?
- Admit it, Eric.

You're a fabulous designer.

- No, I am not.
- Yes, you are.

He has an incredible eye
for fabrics.

- Ooh!
- Ooh!

No, no, no, no, no.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Well, uh, when do we see
your spring line, Eric?

Huh. That's Mr. Eric to you.

You shouldn't try to hide it.
You have a great talent.

- Yeah!
- Fabulous talent!

Alright, alright, alright.
I admit it, okay?

I made the dress. I can sew.

I'm better than any
of the other girls in home-ec

and I'm proud of it!

[laughing]

I-I don't mean girls, I mean
guys. You know what I mean.

[laughing]

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Oh, hey, Eric.

I didn't get a chance
to congratulate you

on the fashion contest.

Yeah, gee, Eric. You must be
very secure in your masculinity.

To be able to express
your sensitive side

so, uh, effeminately.

I'm not sensitive, okay?

Yeah, guys, he only did it
to hit on Viki.

Hey, Eric, uh, Viki must be
very special to you.

That's so sweet.

Hey, I'm not sweet.
Read my lips.

- I am not sweet.
- Okay.

Eric. Where's Eric?

Sarah and I need you

to settle an argument for us.

Now, I wanted to buy
a Pepito fringe

but Sarah says that the poof
is making a comeback.

- What do you think?
- About what?

Pepito or poof?

Either, both, I don't care.
I don't wanna talk about it.

Gosh, if he feels
that strongly about it

they're probably both passe.

Mm-hmm.

Yo, Eric. Eric.

Can you suggest an outfit
that I can wear

for metal shop to a date

with just a change
of accessories?

Look, will you all
just leave me alone!

I don't wanna talk about it.
Thank you.

Come on, Eric.
What's wrong with you?

W-what's the problem here?

I don't know,
we were just talking

and all of a sudden,
Eric had a hissy fit.

- Alright, that's it, man.
- Hey, hey, hey.

Eric, come on. Hey.
Please, sit down.

(Moore)
Thank you.

Look, I-I-I can understand, uh,
everybody wanting to tease Eric.

I mean,
he's an easy target, right?

Guy has a talent
for designing women's dresses.

- He's great, yeah!
- Yes.

Of course,
if he decides to pursue

fashion as a career,
then he's gonna have to

fly to Paris and Rome,
all over the world.

Mingle with the rich
and famous.

[scoffs]
Be inundated
with beautiful models.

Mm-hmm.

And then there is
all that money he's gonna make.

Money?

Eat your hearts out, macho men.

So, you guys agree
that it's okay

to make fun of Eric
designing dresses

because he's gonna make
a lot of money

and beautiful women are gonna
chase him, is that it?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

So, it's also okay
to make fun of his masculinity

because we know
he's straight, is that it?

- Well, yeah.
- Sure.

- What if he was gay?
- But I'm not.

Eric, we'll come to that
in a moment, okay?

What if he was?

What if he was gay?

Would that make his dresses
any less beautiful?

Would it make Eric
less of a person?

I get the point, Mr. Moore,
I mean, I know we've been

giving him a hard time,
but we were just playing.

- 'Yeah.'
- Yo, it's okay, man.

Is it?

Now, you have a talent

and it's something
you really enjoy doing

and yet you're trying
to keep it a secret.

So you are as culpable
as all of them.

Hey, I kept it a secret

'cause I didn't want them
ragging on me.

You kept it a secret

because you're buying
into the same tired concept

of sexual stereotypes.

'See, there's nothing
wrong with'

men who sew
or women firefighters.

There are no jobs that
are gender-specific. Okay?

Except, maybe wet-nursing.

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Eric, I have great news.

Watch it, Viki.
You're starting up dust bunnies.

Listen, um, this afternoon

I'll need you
for some alterations

and tomorrow, make sure you're
at the Hotel Pierre by noon.

I'll need at least an hour
for the final fitting.

No, I cannot model your dress
for you tomorrow.

I have to finish my home-ec
project. That's the great news.

I asked my home-ec teacher,
and she said, as long as I turn

the assignment in by Monday,
she won't flunk me.

Viki, I can't get another model.

This dress was custom-designed
for you.

This show's important to me.

Passing home-ec
is important to me.

[gasps]
Will you forget about that tired
high school home-ec project?

I-I helped you,
now you're not gonna help me?

Viki, do you have any idea

what this could do
to a person's karma?

I'll be there.

Hey, Mr. Moore.

[chuckles]
You know, I gotta thank you.

Before, I was really embarrassed
by this whole thing

but now, I see how much money
there is in the rag business.

Oh, and, I-I said that?

Not in so many words.

Well, I thought
you wanted to be a writer.

Yeah, I do. This,
this is just a one-shot deal.

Look, I show my dress, right?

Someone big sees it,
they're gonna sell it worldwide.

Even if I only get a buck,
a unit, I'm gonna be rich.

And then,
I can write in leisure.

Eric, i-it takes
years of training

to become
a successful designer.

It's like anything else,
uh, it takes years of hard work

to make it look
as easy as it looks.

- This is different.
- I don't think so.

It is!
Look, this comes easy to me.

So why shouldn't
I capitalize on it?

Look, who knows, Mr. Moore,
I may be a genius.

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Viki, try
not to bunch the fabric.

Okay, okay, Eric.

[gasps]

- What are you doing?
- I'm sitting.

Well, don't. You'll wrinkle.

Excuse me, Mr. Genius.

When is this thing
gonna be over?

I have a home-ec project
to sew.

Not to mention
my physics homework

my English lit,
and my calculus.

Look, relax.
I'll be right back, okay?

- Hi, Viki.
- Hi.

Mr. Moore, I am so glad
that you're here.

Oh, got a few butterflies,
I guess.

I do. Oh, it's great, isn't it?
I love fashion shows.

The glamor, the excitement.

Where's the dip?

If you mean Eric,
he's over there.

- I mean, the food.
- Down the hall.

That is such a fabulous dress.
It's so professional.

It has the panache
of an Ungaro

and yet the quiet authority
of a Chanel.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, I'm
hungry, let's go, huh? Come on.

- You look really nice, Viki.
- Thank you.

Hey, Mr. Moore.

Viki, please do not
cross your arms.

You're gonna crush the velvet.

And listen, uh, one other thing.

I've been observing
some real models, and, well..

they walk with kind
of a slouch, you know?

Kind of like, like this.

Okay? See if you can do that.

Because it will de-emphasize
your bodice

and put more emphasis
on my outfit.

- The dip.
- No, slouch.

Sorry, Mr. Moore,
it's nuts around here.

No, no,
I understand, Eric, uh..

Certainly looking very
en courant.

What are you saying?
I'm effeminate?

No, it's okay, 'cause,
'cause I'm fine with that.

Look, I-I-I know
you're frustrated here.

It's your first dress,
your first fashion show, and..

Well, there's
a lot of pressure.

But I don't think you have
to take it all out on Viki.

'After all, uh,
this did get started'

because you wanted to
make sure she liked you.

Mr. Moore, this is way bigger
than me and Viki.

Uh, I don't think so.

[sighs]
Look, no offense.

But I think you're a little out
of your league here, Mr. Moore.

I mean, in the classroom,
hey, wisdom like Solomon.

But this, this
is the fashion world, Mr. Moore.

- It's a whole new ball of wax.
- Yeah.

Still watch and learn, huh?

Exactly.

Uh, Viki, please rise.

Now, all you have to do
is smile..

...and be a walking coat rack.

I am not a walking coat rack,
I'm a human being.

And I'm sick and tired of you
telling me how to walk, talk

sit, breathe, how not to sit,
and how to slouch.

Yes, but you're wearing
my dress.

Your dress? This whole thing
started out as my project.

Yes, but it's my dress.
It's got my imprint.

It's got my style.

Yeah? Well, now,
it's got my style.

- Look what you did to my dress!
- No, my dress!

Mr. Moore, do something!

I'm watching and learning.

Well, she's destroying my dress.

- No, my dress!
- No.

- My dress.
- Who are you?

I'm Max Benedetto, President
of Princess Morning Star Dresses

and you, cupcake,
are wearing one.

Ooh, that's my dress.

- I made it.
- Who are you?

Mr. Eric.

Let me tell you something,
Mr. Eric.

That dress
is my Russian Gypsy model

4-7-6 winter line of '81.

Excuse me, maybe I can inject
a node of sanity into this.

- Who are you?
- Uh, I'm Mister..

[chuckles]
Charlie, uh..

And Eric, here, is one
of my high school students.

Now this dress started out
as a class project, and..

Well, I'm sure that if he
accidentally copied your design

he's got a logical explanation
for it.

Is that correct, Mr. Eric?

1981 Russian Gypsy outfit?

[scoffs]
My mom must've made
a hundred of those

when she was
taking in piecework..

...for Princess Morning Star.

I can understand
how this could happen, kid.

You know, you're not
a bad knock-off artist.

Come and see me
when you graduate.

In the meantime

if you ever rip me off again

I'll break your knee caps.

Nobody messes
with Princess Morning Star.

- Hmm?
- Mm-hmm.

Nice chatting with you,
Mr. Charlie.

Ciao.

Look, what can I say?

- Will you ever forgive me?
- No.

Come on, I- I gotta be able
to do something.

Nothing.

W-well, what if I help you
with your home-ec project?

No! Absolutely not.
I'm gonna do this one on my own.

Okay.

Oh, but there's just one thing.

I'm working on
this pair of slacks

and, well, I think they might
have one too many buttocks.

I can help with that.
Definitely.

[instrumental music]

You'll never guess what
happened. We met Mr. Blackwell.

And he gave Dr. Samuels
a few fashion tips.

He said I looked like
a recycling bin with lapels.

Ciao, kids.

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