All language subtitles for Bobs Burgers s11e05_English

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Get ready for the time capsule

that was buried
at Wagstaff 50 years ago.

Thank you, Mr. Branca,
for digging it up.

Not my job... but it's okay.

Oh, I thought there was a guy
buried there named Tim Capsule.

Let's crack it open.

And lending a hand will be
student volunteer, Tina.

Thanks, Mr. Frond.

You might say we have
some history between us.

- Heh. Um, um, uh...
- What? Okay, okay.

- (stammering)
- Can we just do this before
it starts raining, please?

(both gasp)

Quite an odor.

It smells like ass!

Trying not to breathe too much.

Here's a cootie catcher.

Imagine the ancient cooties
it may still contain.

Wagstaff yearbook.

Not super diverse.

Tina's killing it up there.

And by "it,"
I mean "my interest."

Shh, Gene, the station's
doing another contest

for free Boyz 4 Now tickets.

Which I want to win...
as a joke.

Classic "winning incredibly
valuable tickets as a joke."

Never gets old.

Yeah, wouldn't it be
hilarious if I won?

Me sitting randomly in the front
row five seats from Boo Boo,

this person who doesn't
even care‐‐ take that!

Me! Boo Boo! Five feet!

Okay, I get it‐‐
let go of my arm!

And this, I believe,
is a stuffed animal?

- That is a dead mole.
- Okeydokey.

Cute, though.

FROND:
Hold on. Louise Belcher?

Are you listening to a radio?

I'm trying

to find local news coverage

of this historic
time capsule opening.

Did you not alert
the media, Mr. Frond?

No. Was I supposed to?

LOUISE: Obviously.

(sighs) Maybe they're on it.

I'll keep listening.

Uh, right. Thank you.

Uh‐huh. Oh, my God!
They're giving tickets

right now to the 17th caller.

Isn't that the
emergency cell phone

we're only supposed
to use for emergen...

For being the 17th caller? Yeah.

- (line ringing)
- They're answering!

RADIO DJ:
Congratulations, caller...

Oh, my God!

- ...twelve.
- (groans)

(muttering):
Psychopath.

Oh, here's a note.

Looks like bugs read it first.
(chuckles)

"Dear future students
of Wagstaff..."

And it's gone.

Well, a powerful message
just the same.

So I just missed out on
Boyz 4 Now tickets for us, Tina.

(scoffs)
Dodged a bullet, huh?

- Whew! (groans)
- Darn, it's sold out, too.

And I hear since they're
only playing intimate venues

like the Wharf Arts Center,
that Boo Boo guarantees

he'll make eye contact with
every girl in the audience.

Gah! Why would I even care
about that, Tina?!

I wouldn't! Care!

Why is it always
my arm's fault?!

Oh, Tina. So, I guess the way
this whole time capsule thing

works is now we have to do one.

- You mean we get to do one.
- Sure.

And since you've
shown an interest,

how'd you like to coordinate it?

So I don't have to.

Me? Really?

Yeah, get some submissions
from students...

Decide what best
represents Wagstaff?

Who lives, who dies,
who tells their story?

Kind of regretting this now.

Have complete control,
so it can be done right,

unlike those slackers
50 years ago?

No offense.
Were you one of them?

No. How old do you think I am?

- A lot.
- How old is Dumbledore?

Wow.

ALL:
Ooh!

I understand the past now,
Old Tina.

And no dead moles.

Tina, choosing you for this

was the greatest decision
of my life.

Mr. Frond, you're still alive!

I was just waiting for this day.

Bye.

I won't let you down, Mr. Frond.

Good. I mean, how could you?

It's putting crap in a box.

TINA:
So what am I looking
at here, Peter?

It's a diorama of a classroom
of kids making dioramas.

Got to give this a maybe.

See if any good stuff
comes along.

I worked really hard on it.

Don't take this the wrong way,
Peter, but maybe save

the diorama for your mama?
Next.

It's a poem‐‐
it's about kickball,

but it's not really
about kickball.

Yeah, here's the deal, Rudy.

- My name's on this thing...
- It is?

Not literally,
but maybe it can be?

So, yeah, what goes
in the capsule

has to be really,
really special.

My dad cried when he read it.

I'm gonna slide it down
to the maybe pile, Rudy.

Oh, wow, that's an awful lot
in the maybe pile.

It's gum, so future people

- will know about gum.
- TINA: Maybe.

These are Andy's toenails
so they can clone him.

And Ollie's toenails
so they can clone him.

- Or mix them and make an Allie!
- Or an Olldie!

- Or Michelle Pfeiffer!
- TINA: Maybe.

50 years is, like, a really
annoying time to wait, Tina.

But here,
it's a tube of lip balm.

Here's my wow needle‐‐
it's on one.

Uh, how dare you?

Strawberry lemongrass is
the flavor of our time.

Sorry, Tammy, I'm after history,
not a hissy‐fit story.

Oh, my God,
Tina has so much power.

- (Tammy grunts)
- My lip balm is cherry.

- (Teddy munching)
- LINDA: Teddy, slow down!

I'm hurrying 'cause
my truck's double‐parked.

If you see a cop just whistle.

Well, I don't know
how to whistle.

How about I fart twice?

One long, one short.

Linda, you can't whistle?
Seriously?

Um, isn't it weirder
that she can fart on command?

One long and one short?

Yeah, I can't whistle, Teddy.
So what?

(whistles)
Oh, my God, sorry.

That was so insensitive.

It's okay! Relax.

Yeah, lots of people
can't whistle.

I mean, I've never met one,
besides Linda.

They probably keep
to themselves,

because of, you know, the shame.

- (scoffs) The shame?
- Sorry.

I‐I'm just biased
because I happen to be

a pretty good whistler.

Or so people tell me a lot.

‐(Bob whistling) ‐It's true.

If "Me and Julio Down
by the Schoolyard"

comes on, watch out, Julio‐‐
here comes this guy!

Yeah, yeah,
Mr. Flute‐face over here.

I can do some stuff
you can't do.

Like r‐r‐roll my Rs.

Let's see you do that, big shot.

(rolls Rs)

You know I can't, Lin.

Maybe today you can, try it.

‐(mumbling) ‐Ha!

Who cares?
Rolling Rs is a fringe sound.

Whistling is‐is like having...
a‐a bird living inside of you.

Oh, yeah, what kind of bird?

A r‐r‐red br‐r‐reasted
r‐r‐robin?

Guys, please, I‐I didn't
mean to start something.

Teddy, you're getting a ticket.

What?! Linda, you were
supposed to fart.

(door bells jingle)

So, Arnold, this is a piece

of wood that you say
you karate chopped.

Impressive if true.

If true...

Dang, Tina's time capsule's
tougher to get into

than a pistachio
with no crack in it.

I just swallow those whole.
Is that bad?

I don't think Tina knows
what she wants.

- What was that, Rudy?
- Nothing! They were talking!

Checking in, Tina.

How's the time capsule coming?

So far we've got
a lot of maybe‐babies,

but we're still
in the discovery phase.

Well, remember we have
to bury the capsule tomorrow.

They're re‐sodding
the school lawn this weekend.

Because it's a mess.

I don't know why they let
kids play on the grass.

What is this, Switzerland?

Also we dug a big hole in it.

Oh, and I've decided to give you

Buried Emotion Emma
for the capsule.

"Buried" and buried?

(chuckles)
I couldn't resist.

Also I'm mad at her.

Uh, terrific.

I'll just put that over here.

Oh, come on.

RADIO DJ:
Hey, we've got the last pair

of Boyz 4 Now tickets to give
away to the fourth caller!

Great! This stupid contest
is almost over, right?

- (busy signal beeping)
- Crap, it's busy!

- Redial, redial.
- We have our lucky
- fourth caller on the line!

- No.
- Who's this?

- Henry Haber.
- What?!

You don't have to ask me to turn
down my radio. (chuckles)

I understand feedback loops.

That guy should meet
our Henry Haber.

They sound like
they'd hit it off.

And my regards
to the morning zoo.

Henry, you like Boyz 4 Now?!
W‐Why?!

I don't listen to them,
but Susmita identifies

as something
called a Griffen Gal.

It should've been me, not you.

Not that I care.

I'm just walking away.

Okay, Tina, I've pressed
my face on some loose‐leaf paper

so future people can see
how I did my makeup.

It's great, it's in,
you're welcome.

The only problem is that
Wagstaff is a grade school,

- not a clown college.
- (grunts) That's it!

You know what, I'm gonna do
my own time capsule.

Your own time capsule?

Yeah, and it's gonna be bigger

and better and anyone
who wants to go into it, can.

And forget 50 years.

- We're gonna open it in a week!
- Wait, what?

In a week, we'll know what
we were doing this week.

I'll take that, thank you.

Hot dang‐‐ a Tam capsule!

I want in!

Wait... let me just...
hold on, uh...

Thank you, toss it on in.

Welcome to the Tam Capsule.

Uh, let's all slow down
and take a breath.

Peter, w‐we were pretty close
to a deal, buddy.

R‐Rudy, l‐l‐let me read
your poem again.

- I know I missed something.
- Here's a poem for you, Tina.

- Uh‐huh?
- You snooze, you lose!

- Oh.
- Why does poetry
always go over my head?

So can't you cancel
Tammy's time capsule?

Or‐or tell the police it's
a drug chest full of drugs?

I can't stop Tammy
from making a time capsule.

I could barely stop that one kid
from keeping bees in his locker.

There will just be
two time capsules.

Yours, which is the authorized,
official one.

And then the cool one
that people want to be in.

(groans) Anyway, looks like
I might be able to squeeze in

Buried Emotion Emma after all.

Oh, don't you wish.

TINA:
So now everybody wants
to be in Tammy's time capsule

and in 50 years
when my capsule is opened,

I'm gonna look
completely ridiculous!

Judging from the way
Dad's aging,

we're all gonna look completely
ridiculous long before that.

Louise.

Excuse me, Father,

but I've also had
a difficult day.

I had to... console Tina

when Henry Haber ended up
with the last two tickets

to Boyz 4 Now.

She's really struggling
right now, Dad.

- Look at her!
- Hmm?

Aw, that's r‐r‐rotten,
isn't it, Bob?

R‐R‐Really,
r‐r‐really r‐r‐rotten?

Seriously, Lin?

I know, nice accent.

I'm loving Mom Connery.

Gene, did you just say
whistle something?

- No.
- Okay.

‐(Bob whistling) ‐Oh.

You sound like a sexy teakettle.

More caser‐r‐role, anyone?

Caser‐r‐role?

TINA:
This isn't casserole, but okay.

Everything is casser‐r‐role!
Casser‐r‐role.

- This is what I picture
their wedding night was like.
- Casser‐r‐role.

HENRY:
Susmita,

I don't understand
why you're upset.

You took my social studies
homework and corrected it.

As a romantic surprise.

You wrote
"mediocre effort" on it.

And the "O" in mediocre
is a heart.

‐(grunts) ‐Susmita!

Hmm, trouble in Haber‐dise?

Wait a minute, all I have to do

is date Henry Haber
and he'll do my homework?

So, a lot of dirt,
but the new sod is coming

and will look amazing
for the one week

you kids aren't allowed on it.

And now, time capsule time.

Thank you again, Mr. Branca,
for your digging.

Now there are two holes.

Still not my job.

It's okay.

Yes, we welcome
Tammy's time capsule.

Wow, look at the size
of that thing.

I had to stomp on the stuff
to get the lid shut.

So what did you
end up with, Tina?

Looks like some barrettes...

and a sticky note that says

"IOU cool stuff from the past‐‐

Tina. Maybe check eBay?"

Capsule? More like crapsule.

- (blows raspberry)
- I know. I wanted this

capsule to be
full of amazing things

that told a story
about our time.

It just didn't come together.

- Let's just bury these things.
- Wait!

I have something else
for the time capsule.

- Henry, are you okay?
- Do I look okay?

In general or right now?
Doesn't matter‐‐ no.

Susmita doesn't want
to go with me

to tomorrow night's
Boyz 4 Now concert.

I can't put my broken heart
in the capsule,

but I can put in
these two tickets.

‐(all gasping) ‐The fool!

I just saw the movie Titanic
and there's a beautiful scene

involving Old Rose
and a heart‐shaped necklace.

Thanks, now I'm crying
all over again.

Those two empty front row seats

with band meet‐and‐greet
and unlimited green room

buffet privileges will be
a testament to my lost love.

Cool gesture, Henry,
and mint unused tickets

to the most influential
boy band of our time

would pretty much
save my crapsule,

uh, capsule,
but let's take a breath.

You might get back together
with Susmita,

I‐if you crazy kids
can make that work.

Or you could probably
find someone

to take those dumb things
off your hands.

(whispers):
Or I could find someone.

- I just thought, I...
- I'll take 'em
for my capsule‐‐ done!

- No!
- (gasps)
- Plant 'em.

LOUISE:
I can't believe Tammy did that.

Tacky ticket taker.

Henry was trying to give them
to me, not her.

- And then he was
gonna give them to me.
- I know.

And now those tickets
are in Tammy's capsule,

four feet in the ground.

- Just sitting there.
- Mocking us.

- It's not right.
- It's bullcrap!

It's all kinds of crap.

Goat, donkey.
I‐I don't know, camel?

- Tina?
- Yes, Louise?

Are we thinking the same thing?

That it's amazing that we
haven't bumped into each other

- once while mad pacing?
- That is, actually.

- But, also, that we should...
- Dig them up and steal

- those bad boys?
- Dig them up and steal...

- Oh, my gosh!
- Yes.

It's like we share
a brain sometimes.

Sister brain. I have to pee.

Do you have to pee, too?
Sister bladder?

Uh, no. Go pee and then we'll
figure this all out, buddy.

(whoops) Tina and I
are gonna go to that show.

(whoops) Louise and I are
putting those tickets

in my time capsule.

Sure you don't
have to pee, Louise?

We could go together.
Nope, can't wait.

LOUISE:
Stealing these tickets is going
to be more than a two‐girl job.

It's a "two girl
and one perky boy" job.

So Gene will be joining us.

He's excellent
at blocking people's view

when you don't want them to see
you digging up time capsules.

- Just call me Gene the Screen.
- Hold on.

Tammy said she's gonna open her
capsule in a week.

If the tickets are missing,
someone's gonna guess it was us.

- So we cover our trail
by leaving fake tickets.
- Fake tickets?

After we dig them up,
we make perfect copies

on Ms. Selbo's color copier.

I once used it to counterfeit
a dollar and you...

um, the person that
I gave it to never noticed.

- W‐Wait, what?
- Uh‐huh. So, the time

to pull this off
is after school tomorrow

before Mr. Branca locks up.

Smart. No one around,
except office staff.

And the kids who do clubs
and activities.

Slow down. You're saying our
school has clubs and activities?

Tina, you'll dig while Gene
stands in front of you,

inconspicuously blocking you
from sight.

I'll do tai chi like that cool
senior flash mob in the park.

Then I'll talk my way past
Ms. Selbo and make the fakes.

We'll put those
in Tammy's capsule,

and you'll bury it again.

Wait, I'm doing all the digging?

Yes, because you're
the strongest, Tina.

Especially when you get mad
about something.

Yeah, then you get crazy
puberty Hulk strength.

- No, I don't.
- Tina, Tammy stole
those tickets.

(shouts)
Oh, wow, I guess I do.

(humming)

Hey, Lin, have you seen
our order‐up bell?

It's disappeared.

- No, that's weird.
- Oh, no!

I loved that bell.
It was good, it was pure.

Yeah, I guess we'll have
to figure something else out.

Oh, how about this?

When an order's up,
I'll whistle.

‐(whistles) ‐(scoffs)

Oh, no, our spindle's gone, too.

What do we do
with the old tickets?

We'll have to r‐r‐roll them
into a ball

- and th‐r‐ow them away.
- Oh, boy.

Oh, um, order up.
(whistles)

- R‐R‐Rolling. Th‐r‐owing.
- Guys, guys, come on.

We've all got our things, right?

Me, I can make a sound like I
have a baby stuck in my throat.

(muffled shouting)

- Oh, my God.
- Scary.

It doesn't make me better
than anyone.

Mort, you can probably
do something.

Well, I can click my jaw.
I have TMJ.

- (clicking)
- More like TMI, Mort.

(school bell rings)

Nothing to see here,
after‐school activity kids.

Just a boy doing tai chi outside

to improve balance
and prevent falls.

Could really use
some digging help, Louise.

Tina, look at my arms.
They're so small and spindly.

How about this?
(gasps)

Oh. Tammy's time capsule
just won a Capsy Award.

(shouting)

- Here it is.
- Now we fake it to the limit.

(shouts, grunts)
How are old people in the park

so good at this?

Hey, Ms. Selbo. What's up?

Don't mind me,
I got to do some color copying.

Oh, hi, Louise.
What are the copies for?

They're for my many clubs
and activities.

I'm just gonna load
some card stock in here.

Which clubs are you in?

I thought I was pretty
on top of who's in each one.

And who wishes they were in one.
Brian Schlesinger, Yearbook.

Which clubs am I in? Huh.

French Club,
Junior Toastmasters.

French Toastmasters. Easier to
talk about the clubs I'm not in.

- Ha, ha, ha.
- (laughs)

You know who else could talk
about the clubs he's not in?

- Brian Schlesinger. (laughs)
- Ah, ha, ha.

Keep dreaming, guy. Right?

Okay, I'm done. Bye.

In you go. Now we rebury.

(grunting)
This is gonna work.

Take that, Tammy's dumb capsule.

TAMMY:
Uh, what are you doing?

(gasps)
Tammy.

And Jocelyn, also.

Wait, why do you have a shovel?
Oh, my God.

You were gonna take the tickets.

No, we weren't.
Oh, yeah, we were.

- (chuckles)
- I should be mad,
but you know what?

You saved us a lot of digging.
Let's have those tickets.

- Or what?
- Or I'll say you stole them.

Which you would only know if you
were trying to steal them.

Oh, which you would only know
if you were trying

- to steal them first.
- Which you would only know...

Wait, I'm lost.

This shovel's heavy.
I'm gonna put it down.

Should I tai chi them
out of here?

Fine, Tammy, we give up.
Just take them.

- Louise!
- She outsmarted us, Tina.

- Let's go, Jocelyn.
- And could you guys put away
our shovel for us?

- Thank you.
- Well, I guess that's it.

Except for one thing.
Those weren't the real tickets.

- These are.
- What?

I made a few extra fakies
for just‐in‐case‐kies. (laughs)

- Good thinking.
- So, let's go the show!

Yeah. Wait, um...

Oh, you mean,
put them in my capsule.

- (laughs): What? No.
- Oh, dear.

Are we not on the same page?
What happened to sister brain?

You said you didn't want
to go to Boyz 4 Now.

Duh, I didn't mean it.
You tried to talk Henry

out of putting his tickets
in your stupid capsule.

Duh, I didn't really mean that.

I just didn't want him
to rush into anything.

But hey, it's what Henry wanted.

He just put them
in the wrong capsule.

It's a mistake a lot of people
have been making.

- Don't you want to go?
- Of course I do.

Of course I want
to see that song

where they bend over
and pick up your heart.

It's called
"Your Heart Fell on the Floor,

- Let Me Get It for You."
- I know what it's called!

But those tickets
belong in a time capsule.

- So do you.
- Finally, a solution.

(sighs)
All right, Tina.

If you feel that strongly, here.

Thanks, Louise.
Sorry I had to yell.

(grunts) Would you mind,
uh, saying something

to rev me up again?
You know, Hulk me?

- Nope.
- I get it.

(panting):
There.

- (exhales)
- Oh, by the way, Tina,

those were fake tickets, too.

I still have the real ones.
Just‐in‐case‐kies.

- Damn it. Give them to me.
- Sure.

Okay. Louise, before I go to
all the work of burying these...

- Are they fake, too? Yeah.
- Son of a bitch.

- How many pairs of fakes
do you have left?
- So many.

Um, can I see what the real ones
look like to compare?

(chuckles): No. No, no, no.
Not falling for that.

Oh, well, I gave it
my best shot... (grunts)

‐(grunts) ‐Let go, Louise.

- No!
- Oh, no, the sod crew.

They're here already. I have
to get these in the ground now.

Too bad, Tina.
What're you gonna do?

Maybe tell them to sod off?

I mean, when are you gonna have
a chance like that again?

My God, they're sodding so fast.

I need to get the tickets buried
before they get up to us.

- They're gonna rip, Tina!
- Give them.

Careful, Louise,
she's puberty Hulking.

(shouts)
Ha! They're mine.

Sure, it's a sacrifice now,
but in 50 years,

when the capsule is opened,
I'll be laughing.

And maybe Boyz 4 Now
will honor the tickets then.

They'll still be around, right?
I mean, not Matt, he'll be 104.

Tina, I'm your sister.
Flesh and blood, here right now.

Are you really gonna choose
people 50 years from now

- over your butt and my butt
in those seats?
- Well, I...

You can live your life
or you can put it in a box.

Live, Tina. Live.

(sighs) I‐I just don't want
my time capsule to suck.

Maybe it's supposed to suck.

Maybe the last one sucked
because kids 50 years ago

had better things to do
and were out living their lives.

Yeah, racing for pinks
and making bathtub gin.

(sighs) You're right.
Let's go to the show.

- Yes!
- Yay, we're all going.

Uh, Gene, there are
only two tickets.

That's enough, right?
One, two‐‐ darn it!

Hi, bye.
Just dropping off backpacks.

We're on our way
to the Boyz 4 Now concert.

Tina's really excited.
Settle down, Tina!

Oh. Right, sorry.

Oh, that's great.
How'd you get tickets?

Just managed to dig some up
somewhere. (chuckles softly)

- Ha!
- And I'm not going

'cause I'm excited to spend time
with my two favorite parents.

And you guys can fight
over who loves me the most.

- And go.
- Wait.

Shouldn't one of us
be chaperoning? Not it.

Well, you'd need a ticket,
but I guess

you could pay
a scalper $300 or so.

Tina, you're in charge. Be safe.

- Have fun.
- LOUISE: Out of the way, Teddy!

- I mean, hi, Teddy!
- Oh, good. You guys are here.

I've got kind of an emergency.

What? What, Teddy?

The Handyman's Jamboree
is tonight,

and my friend and colleague
Handyman Sam

wrote a song
that he and I have to perform.

"Handyman's Jamboree"?

Yes, Bob,
a‐and it's a huge deal.

Sam said the song's to the tune
of "On Top of Old Smoky,"

whatever the hell that is.

Bob, do you know it?
Could you whistle it?

Okay.
(whistling)

Now, Linda, these are the words.
Would you mind singing?

I‐I don't know
how it should sound.

(rolling Rs):
♪ I'm sorry we quarreled ♪

♪ It rips out my heart ♪

♪ Our love is too rare ♪

♪ For us ever to part... ♪

This is what Boyz 4 Now
wishes they were.

Eight more verses. Keep going.

- Uh, no.
- Yeah, Teddy, we get it.

We see what you're doing.

(sighs)
Okay. Got to come clean.

- There's no Handyman's Jamboree.
- We know.

Handyman Sam is real,
but we're not friends.

I‐I just don't want you
to split up over this.

- We're fine, Teddy.
- Yeah, we're not really...

I mean, you guys
complete each other.

They're a couple
of Jerry Maguires.

- We did sound kind
of good together.
- Could this be a thing?

- Should we go
to an open mic night?
- TEDDY: Uh...

I don't know about an open mic,
but in the privacy

of your own home, sure.

These aren't
genuine tickets, ladies.

- BOTH: What?!
- I see this a lot.

Welcome to the world.
People are garbage.

- I'm so sad.
- (laughs)

- My good man. What's...
- (buzzing)

- happening?
- These tickets are fakes, miss.

Uh, you need to calibrate
your equipment.

- They're real.
- Yeah, real fake.

- Goodbye, innocence.
- But those are the real tickets.

I was so careful.
Those are the real tickets!

- I don't think
we're getting in, Louise.
- I don't understand!

If I don't have
the real tickets, who does?

HENRY:
Can I see
the washing instructions

- on that glittery T‐shirt?
- Henry Haber?

- Susmita? How are you here?
- Oh, hi, Louise, Tina.

Susmita heard about my Titanic
thing and changed her mind.

I never knew Henry could be
that impulsive, and romantic.

So I dug up the tickets
right away and I left fakes

'cause I didn't want to hurt
anyone's time capsule.

It's a victimless crime.

It's not victimless.

You're seeming
really intense right now,

so should we just go in?

Can we go over the Boyz's names
again real quick

- for when we meet them?
- Aah!

Well, it's sweet that Henry
and Susmita are back together.

- Mm...
- Nope.
- I don't know,

maybe it's kind of nice
the way things worked out.

- Wrong.
- It's not.
- Oh, my God.

Oh, they're playing
"Someday We'll Spoon."

♪ Someday we'll spoon ♪

♪ Not anytime soon. ♪

It's about the future.

Kind of perfect, huh, 'cause
of the whole time capsule thing?

Huh? Oh, right.

♪ I'm gonna hold you ♪

♪ When we're much older ♪

♪ Till then I'll gently
touch your shoulder ♪

♪ And if the moment's feeling
right ♪

♪ I'll squeeze your hand
to say ♪

♪ Good night ♪

♪ Someday we'll spoon ♪

♪ Not anytime soon ♪

‐(whistling) ‐(rolling Rs)

♪ Someday we'll spoon ♪

♪ Not anytime soon ♪

(rolling Rs)

♪ I'm gonna hold you ♪

♪ When we're much older ♪

♪ Till then I'll gently
touch your shoulder ♪

♪ And if the moment's
feeling right... ♪