All language subtitles for The.Goldbergs.S08E03

Ah, politics of the '80s.

TV gave us
the great soundbite... There you go again.

...devastating one-liners... Senator,
you're no Jack Kennedy.

- ...the iconic ad...
- It's morning again in America.

...and whatever this was
supposed to be.

And then there was the day

that politics showed up
on our doorstep.

Hello, citizen.
Dodd Wembley.

I'm running for comptroller
of our fair city.

Here.
Have a button.

You want me to take a needle
and stab my cheetah face?

That is quite the majestic cat
on your front there.

S'pose a hat wouldn't
do the trick?

Like I'm gonna jam my best
feature into your ball cap.

Welp, don't forget
to vote on Tuesday.

Dodd Wembley,
comptroller.

Tell me, how do you
plan to comptrol

the leaves in my gutter?

I don't. That's not what
a comptroller does.

Passing the buck,
I see.

I tell you what.
If you let me leave,

I'll find someone
to cut something down.

Or you could just unbutton
your shirt and try to nurse me,

'cause clearly you think
I was born yesterday.

I give up. Vote, don't vote,
do whatever you want.

Oh, I'm a voter.

I vote hard and often,
and I have to say

you have zero charisma,
charm, or appeal.

Seems unfair,
but I'm running unopposed,

so I technically don't
need your vote.

I'll tell you
what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna throw all my support
behind your opponent.

I have no opponent.

You do now, me!

What's that now?

I'm at a crossroads in
my life, as you know.

I do not.
We just met.

Political office will give me
purpose in my empty-nest years.

Oh.And that is why

I am officially declaring
my candidacy for...

What is this again?

Comptroller.

I am now this fair city's
comptroller!

Still gotta have
an election.

Ah!
Even more to do!

America!

It was
October 28th, 1980-something.

Erica and Geoff were finally

going to be in college
together,

and he was busy with
her last-minute packing.

All these slippers
coming with, hon?

I don't know, Geoff.
Yes? No?

Take some initiative.

Sorry, panda slippers,
she will see you on break.

Oh, the panda slippers
are so cute.

You're not bringing
the pandas?

The answer's right there
in your angry tone!

This apartment looks
perfect for us,

one bedroom,
light and airy...

Is it on campus? Hell no.

We wanna be as far away from
that place as possible.

Perfect!
Also, why exactly?

'Cause campus
is for freshmen.

But I am a freshman.

Who's dating a sophomore,

so you can skip all that
freshman nonsense

because I've done it
already.

I guess I never looked at it
that way. 'Cause why would I?

Listen, it's just a bunch of
loud, sweaty parties

where you're stuck with
dumbasses

who are going through the same
giant life change as you.

Who would want that
fun and familiarity?

Well, thank you, Sweets.

I got dangerously close

to actually getting excited
about something.

It's cool.
It all worked out.

But I'm just not sure how I'm
gonna tell my orientation leader

that I'm skipping
all that stuff.

He seemed to think
it was really important.

Geoff, you don't need
to listen

to some dipwad
in a T-shirt and visor.

And yet he does!

This powerful visor
is a badge

that allows me to do
and say anything I want.

That's not right. That's not even
how badges work.

Thusly,
I've been entrusted with

overseeing Geoff's transition
from dorky civilian...

Guilty... to hard-partying freshman,

whose love of beer
and lack of ambition

become sources of real concern
for his community.

Dude, what do you know about
orienting freshmen?

You may recall
my own freshman experience

was less than stellar.

Yeah, you sucked butt
academically and socially.

Silence!
Not in front of Ren.

I know what
I'm working with.

The point is, I want to help
others have the fun I missed.

And I get a visor.
Okay?

It's all the best parts of a hat
minus the annoying middle!

I stopped caring.

But Geoff wants no part
of Freshman Week.

He's got an upperclass
girlfriend, and we're over it.

Opposite! Maybe I could just stop by
for some ice cream?

Fine, go. You'll see for
yourself how lame it is.

Barry wins!

Thanks, Babe, for allowing me
to learn by failing.

With that,
Geoff's Freshman Week began.

And Barry kicked it off
with a classic, egg toss.

Look alive!
Here's another!

You're paying tuition
for this.

And then, there were
ice-breaking games.

Wooden teeth,
crossed the Delaware...

Am I George Washington?

Yes! Yes!

Noice! Why?

Yep, Barry was gonna make sure

Geoff slid into freshman year
in style.

Oh, no!

Ooh!

I probably could've
placed that better.

Are you okay? Okay?
I've never felt so alive!

Freshmen forever! You're a sophomore!

Whoo! Whoo!

While Barry was helping Geoff

throw himself
into freshman life,

my mom had fully caught
the politics bug.

What the hell?

I was gonna play Frogger 2
down here.

It's exactly like the original
except the frog can ride a duck.

Schmoo,
sit your dimpled tushy down

and help me
corner the youth vote.

Youths can't vote,
so I'll catch you later.

Help me or I'll donate
your froggie duck game

to the synagogue bazaar.

With Purim on deck?

I can't take that risk.

Aw, he's in
'cause he wants to be!

Okay.
Now, where were we?

So, according to the minutes,
you said,

"I need a thousand 'Beverly
for Comptroller' T-shirts,"

and then Linda inquired,
"Won't that be expensive?"

And then you shouted,
"I don't care what it costs!"

And then you called Linda
a "sun-baked shoe."

I would never say that.

I said 2,000.

What's all this?

For some reason, Mom's running
for city comptroller.

That's real? I'm excited, too!

Oh, remember
how I was saying

I needed to start
a new chapter in my life?

I vaguely remember
dozing off to those words.

This is it!
I'm in politics now!

Oh, good for you.
Do me a favor.

Just keep it down,

'cause I'm having trouble
following The Fall Guy.

Aah!
His enthusiasm is electric!

Okay.

What should
my platform be?

Well, what made you want
to seek this office?

The leaves in my gutters.

What does that have to do
with being a comptroller?

I don't know,
timeworn Essie,

because I'm not exactly sure
what a comptroller does.

Might that possibly
be a liability?

Ginzy,
why are you even here?

You said
there was a fire.

A fire for politics!

No, you said there was
a grease fire,

so I brought
this bucket of sand.

Exactly!

Each grain
in your stupid bucket

represents a life
I'll change for the better!

That's a pretty
full bucket, Mom.

I think there's more grains
in there

than all the people
on Earth.

How do you
even count sand?

Probably by weight.

That's smart.
I never knew that. Yeah, I like that.

Yes! You all hear
my clarion call to action!

Together we can!

My mom's
campaign was a runaway train.

But there was one person
we could always count on

to pump the brakes.

I hope you're aware
that your wife

is down there
destroying democracy!

It had a good run.

If she wins, she's gonna
bankrupt the city!

Mm, changing things up.

And you know this whole
thing's gonna end up

costing you a fortune!
Marriage ain't cheap.

How can you just sit there
and not care about this?

I'm a riddle. Pfft!

I'm with the boy, Mur.

What's your game here?

No game. I'm just being
a supportive husband.

I'm kinda great.

That's the thing,
you're not.

I'm a riddle. You said that.

While my dad was
surprisingly supportive,

Geoff was about to get
a shock of his own.

Wait till you see this!

Whoa.

Brick walls
and exposed pipes?

Are we visiting
the Tenement Museum?

Nope.
It's our new home!

I found us the most rad
off-campus apartment anywhere.

How far off-campus
are we? Camden, New Jersey.

That's a whole different state
than the one our college is in.

Geoff, why aren't you
more excited?

We're in the emerging arts
district.

Emerging from what?

There's a sign at the
restaurant across the street

that says
"Welcome to Little Botswana."

Exactly.
Emerging.

There you are!

Barry?
How did you find us?

A big draw of this place was
you not knowing where it was.

Sorry.
I told him to meet me here.

Geoff, we have
a James Bond mixer

so freshmen can James Bond
with other freshmen.

I don't get it, either.

Schwartz. Geoff Schwartz.
License to party.

Don't do that at the mixer!
Let's go.

Wait, you can't go.

We have to do a credit check,

sign a lease,
and put down a deposit.

Sorry, Bar, instead of

making new and exciting
lifelong friendships,

I gotta sign stuff.
Yay!

As Geoff gave in,
my mom wasn't giving up

on her local-government
dreams.

Okay.
Who's ready for a debate?

That Wembley fella
said yes to a debate?

I publicly questioned
his manhood, so he had to!

Adam recorded it.

Ah, same outfit
Apollo Creed wore

when he entered the ring
in Rocky.

Good eye.

Now, remember,
I've never actually

been in a debate before,

so I was a little rusty
on the rules.

My name is
Dodd Wembley.

I know Dodd Wembley.

Dodd Wembley is a friend of mine.

You, sir, are no Dodd Wembley.

I literally am.
Dodd Wembley.

There you go again.

Again?
I haven't said anything.

And thanks to
my mom, he wouldn't.

It's morning in Jenkintown, which means.

Dodd Wembley is taking
his anxiety medication.

That's for one of
the dogs I foster.

She played the sexism card.

So a woman couldn't do this job.

Is that what you're saying?

I'm just saying I have
10 years of experience.

There you go again. Stop saying that!

And then she played
whatever card this is.

In conclusion, Dodd Wembley
is a drug addict who eats kittens.

No,
you can't say that!

That is a completely false
and damaging statement!

Oh, look who hates
free speech!

God bless America!

You got my vote.

Oh, Murray,
you are a treasure.

I have one thought,
which is

I'm done with this campaign
and possibly our friendship.

Ginzy said my thing.

Love the outfit,
though.

Sorry, Mom, I'm off
this train, too.

Schmoo, I need you!

Everything I'm doing,
I'm doing for you!

Why, exactly?

So you can see that
anything is possible.

I got that from the debate.
I'm out.

I'll let you shoot my campaign
ad with an unlimited budget.

I always believed in you.
Let's do this!

Yes!

Soon, the corridors of power
will be mine.

You got my vote!

My sister was
loving her new off-campus apartment.

But for Geoff, it was
a little too off-campus.

Uh, what's with
the dorkwear?

It's freshman field day.
I'm on the purple team.

White is our mortal
enemy. You're leaving now?

But I'm turning this drab nook
into a twinkly wonderland.

Yeah, I love how hard it'll be
for me to see my textbooks.

You're not gonna help us?

I guess I could be late to the
thing I'm really excited about

because of these lights
that just kinda

meander across the wall.
There ya go, Kris Kringle.

Grab some thumb tacks and
go where the wire takes ya.

Yep, always the supportive
boyfriend,

Geoff once again
put Erica first.

Over here, I guess?

Freshman Week
would have to wait.

Hey. Geoff, where you been?

It's Field Day,
not Field Early Evening.

I caught a fierce headwind
on the Ben Franklin Bridge,

but I'm here now.
Let the games begin!

We just let them end.

So, let 'em begin again.

Ooh, the sack race!
I'm a demon at that!

Oh, this is not empty,
and it's also wet.

Yeah, you're jumping in trash
and beer vomit,

but here's a fun event,
you finish cleaning up.

Turns out the sack race
wasn't all Geoff missed.

There was the surprise
guest speaker.

Holy crap!
That was life-changing!

What was life changing?

A boring meeting
with no fun surprises?

Maya Angelou, bro!

She read a poem
and did a kamikaze shot!

She knows why the caged bird
parties.

As the week went on,
Geoff couldn't catch a break.

What happened to
you? Tell me it's not over.

It was so cool!

Sheets are not just for ghosts
or creating forts.

Can I get a redo?
I'm free tomorrow afternoon!

Eh, it was once-in-a-lifetime,
never to be duplicated.

The Bangles came by
and welcomed us with a song.

Oh, no. Was it
Walk Like An Egyptian?

Does this
answer your question? It does!

Boneyard does it better. Who's Boneyard?

I gave everyone nicknames
while you were gone,

but don't worry,
you got one.

You're "No Show.""No Show"?

I have other options,
Jersey Guy,

Geoffrey Come Lately,
St. Elsewhere, Off Ramp,

the White Shadow, Figment,
Mysterio, Invisible Man,

King Gone, The Misser, The
Great Flake, Mr. Missed It.

I don't want to be called
any of those!

"No Show" it is!

I've missed everything. You have!

Did you know Neil and Lauren
are a couple now?

I don't even know
who you're talking about.

Sorry,
Woodchip and The Wolf.

Okay, if I don't know
who they are,

then how would I know
their nicknames?

Hey, don't get mad at me,
No Show.

You're the one who
lives off campus.

But I didn't choose that.

As No Show
missed everything,

my mom was doing
everything she could

to make the perfect
campaign ad.

Okay. Now dazzle me
with a mind so brilliant,

I will never make it
have a summer job.

Well, I realized I'm
more sci-fi than politics,

so I'm thinking
a stop-motion re-creation

of the Battle of Endor,

where you're leading
the Alliance...

We'll keep that in mind for
when the voting age is 7.

Next! Hurtful.

Okay, everyone loves a parody
and break dancing.

Thus, "Breakin' 2:
Election Boogaloo."

Skip to the ones
that don't suck.

Tough but fair.
Okay.

You know
the fast-talking guy

from the Micro Machine
commercials?

This is the Micro Machine Man,
presenting the most midget,

miniature motorcade
of Micro Machines.

We hire him to list
and hopefully hide

your lack of
qualifications.

Beverly Goldberg
has no experience

or discernable skills,
but you're not understanding

a word I'm saying so maybe
you'll vote for her anyway.

Okay, I'm gonna
put this gently.

Your ideas are crap.

Not sure you're nailing
"gently."

I need something catchy
and inspired and...

This is a story
about control.

My control.

Control of what I say
and control of what I do.

What kind of
feast for the eyes is this?

That's Control,
Janet Jackson's masterpiece

and her personal testament
to self-actualization.

You know a lot about
this Janet Jackson.

She was Willis's girlfriend
on Diff'rent Strokes.

This is what I want.

And you're gonna give it to
me, because I gave you life.

That comes up more than
it should, but sure.

This is a story
about comptrol.

My comptrol.

Comptrol of what I say
and comptrol of what I do.

And this time,
I'm gonna do it my way.

This time?

I hope you enjoy this
as much as I do.

Are we ready?

I am.

'Cause it's all about
comptrol.

And I've got lots of it.

And it goes on like that
for another 17 minutes.

Isn't it amazing?

I have so many questions.

Starting with,
what the was that?

Just a rousing appeal to
the voters of Jenkintown.

Murray,
please jump in here!

I like it.

Yay!

Schmoo,
let's send a copy to MTV.

They'll play it, and we'll
have the youth vote in the bag.

That's for sure
how it works.

All right, Murray, it's a
fact, you're up to something.

Can't a man
support his wife?

If the man is you?
Typically, no.

She's clearly
out of comptrol.

What's going on?

You know how Bevy's always
looking for purpose in her life

and she always has
these bad ideas

of what her next chapter
should be?

Sure. Teaching.
Cookbooking.

Selling mannequins
door to door.

It was surprising
how well that went.

I'm sick of being the one

to tell her how stupid
her life choices are.

There's probably
a better way to say that.

Exactly. I'm gonna let
the voters tell her for me.

Let them
be the bad guy.

And then,
I'll be the supportive husband

who doesn't have to move.

That actually makes
some sense.

That's what
I was going for.

I just found out
that the comptroller

doesn't get
an inaugural ball.

When you win,
I'm gonna throw you

the biggest one the city's
ever seen, my love.

Mwah! Mwah!
Unh! Unh! Unh!

While my mom
was on top of the political world,

Geoff's Freshman Week
had bottomed out.

There's my guy.
How was your toga thingy?

Must have been crazy, 'cause
you got a little soot on ya.

This isn't soot.
It's exhaust

from the many vehicles
on the New Jersey Turnpike.

You know, funny story.

I actually drove
right by the school.

I could've taken you.

That is funny!

Dude, what's with
the crazy laugh?

You seem miffed.

Oh, my God.
How do you not get it?

I don't want to live here!

What?
But we decided...

No, you decided!

You lectured me
on how all the stuff

that I thought was important
was lame and dumb!

Only because I know better.

Here's something I know,
you're gonna make this right.

What?
How would I even do that?

By giving me my Freshman Week
back! Come on.

Geoff wasn't gonna
let Erica off the hook,

even though he really didn't
have much of a plan.

Geoff, what the hell
are you doing?

The classic Penn tradition,
The Naked Mile!

Wait.
You're streaking?

Here?
In Camden, New Jersey?

Hell yeah I am!

Ever since we got together,

I've been all about
what Erica wants.

But right now,
it's about what I want.

And I wanna jog naked
in these unknown streets!

Oh, God. Please don't
take your underwear off.

Let's just go inside,
and we can talk about it.

There's nothing
to talk about.

Behold my body,
Little Botswana!

Oh, no!

Oh, yeah.

It's not what it looks like,
Officer.

This is just a storied tradition
at a college in another state.

Oh.
Then it's cool.

Really? Not at all.

As Geoff laid himself bare,

my mom could barely contain
her Election Day excitement.

Does this outfit say,
"I'm in Comptrol"?

Big-time.

I have to tell you,
Murray,

I don't think I could've
done this without you.

I'm good like that.

So what was the atmosphere
like at the elementary school

when you went to vote?

It was electric and, uh,
goose bumps and whatnot.

Oh!
So exciting!

Yeah.

Where's your
"I Voted" sticker?

Oh.

Wow.
It must've fallen off outside.

You know,
it's windy as can be.

Murray, you did vote,
didn't you?

You know it.

Making my voice heard.

And you voted in the gym? In the gym!

Exercising
my civic duty.

It was in the cafeteria.

Oh, boy. "Oh, boy" is right!

I thought
I had the support

of the most important person
in my life.

And you couldn't even
be bothered

to get up off your butt
and vote for me?

Bevy, you don't even know
what a comptroller is.

You don't even
want the job.

How dare you tell me
what I want!

This is the first thing
in a long time

I've been excited about.

And you know what?

I'm gonna do it anyway.

All on my own.

Thanks for nothing,
Murray.

Geoff's naked run
had gotten him in trouble,

and there was one person
who thought he could help.

Officer!

I demand you release this
freshman to my custody.

Look, I really don't
have the... Shh!

Excuse me.
I'm talking.

Now, I know this is messy,
in terms of jurisdiction,

but orientation leader trumps
beat cop any day of the week.

I'm trying to tell you
he's free to go.

He won't get out the car.

He lost his mind because
he missed some party.

It wasn't just one party.

He missed all of
Freshman Week.

A lifetime of memories.

He will never
get that back.

Aw, damn it.

I took his whole
special week from him.

Can I go in
and talk to him?

Somebody do something.

Could I ask you
some accuracy questions

about Turner & Hooch?

You need to leave,
now.

Hey.

I don't want
to talk about it.

Then I will.

Geoff, I'm so sorry,
about everything.

Whatever.

I should've never pushed
the apartment on you.

And I took for granted how
sweet and agreeable

and loving you are...
And it was selfish.

That's nice, but it's
not just the apartment.

It's literally everything. That's not true.

Oh, my God,
it's always been true.

When we got together,
I was an insecure pushover

who was so grateful
to get you

that I didn't care that we did
everything on your terms.

I didn't want that.

I know. It's my fault, too.
I let it happen.

But no more. So, what are you saying?

I'm saying I don't want to
live together anymore.

You're breaking up with me?

Please, just...
I'll do anything.

Don't do this.Stop.

We're not breaking up.

I just need to carve out
some space for me.

I want to be a freshman.

Okay.

I get it.

Then that's what we'll do.

But when you're done with
your freshman stuff,

will you come
hang out with

your super-cool
off-campus girlfriend?

That would make me happy.

Then that's all
that matters.

Hey.

I know
this doesn't make up for

what a jerk I've been,
but, uh...

Thanks,
but didn't do a lot of good.

That bad?

It was a landslide.

You were right.

I just wanted to
find something, you know?

And you will.

So you lost.
Come on. Who cares?

Look at
what you accomplished.

You got your name
on the ballot,

you made a great
campaign video,

and I saw you
smoke a guy in a debate.

I did, didn't I?

Yeah!

You're Beverly Goldberg.
You're relentless.

Imagine how it's gonna be
when you find the right thing.

That day, my mom
learned she'd always have my dad's vote.

'Cause that's what you do
for the people you love.

You sure
you're okay with this?

Absolutely.

Besides,
if you backed out now,

I think your new roommate
might kill you.

No way! Way!

My orienting
made me realize

it would be fun to have
another shot at campus life.

Especially with you.

Dude!

Sometimes all you have
to do to support the people in your life

is be there for them.

Other times, it's about giving
them the space they need.

But either way, the fact
that you found that person

means you've pretty much
already won.

This is intense!

I'm trying to get some light.

Get the
in this house now! Aww!

Again, being a police officer
is not at all

like you see in the movies.

Totally get that.
Question.

Is there a separate academy

for people who want to
become Robocops?

Were you surprised to learn
that a Beverly Hills cop

was every bit as street savvy
as a big-city cop?

Are you more attracted
to Cagney or Lacey?

There is a right answer.

When you're on a motorcycle
and you arrest someone,

how do you get the bad guy
to hold onto you

on the ride
back to the station?

Would you say
you're more Tango or Cash?

How come every cop's
biggest case happens

the week they're about
to retire?

Could a police horse
arrest a normal horse?

Are you undercover
21 Jump Street-ing me?

'Cause if I ask,
you gotta tell me!

I'm in my uniform!

Now say,
"Do you feel lucky, punk?"

I really don't.