All language subtitles for Parks and Recreation (2009) - S06E10 - Second Chunce (1080p BluRay x265 Silence)

My God, thank God you're awake.

I'm so tired but I didn't want
to go to sleep till you woke up.

Were you up all night again?
Yes.

Jet lag's insane!
But I love it.

Last night, I saw a crazy dog,
it's a long story.

Actually, that's pretty much it.

How was yesterday?
It was fine.

I had pizza, Leslie's crazy...

You should get ready for work.

Andy?

Andy!

Andy got back from London two days
ago, and he still has jet lag.

It's really annoying. We're on
totally different schedules.

Last night, he mowed the lawn
at 2:00 in the morning.

Andy! Andy!

Get me a beer?
All right.

As soon as I wake up,
he goes down, hard.

This has to stop.

Babe, wake up.

That's my spaghetti, Chewbacca.

Babe!

Wake up! Wake up!

Wake up!

My God, babe!

You hungry, Champion?

Oh, my God, are you kidding me?

Oh, man, I fell asleep again?

Andy, you have got to stay up
and get on a regular schedule!

Were you about to spray me with
the hose inside the house?

Yeah.

I kind of want you to do it now.

Okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

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Okay, just a reminder, guys, today is
Leslie's last day as a city councilor,

so everyone be extra supportive.

Already done.

When she walked past me this
morning, I gave her a kind nod.

Heartwarming. Also, I
want to get her a present

to cheer her up on her last day.

Any ideas?

A "Sorry You Lost
Your Dream Job" gift?

Um, that's a tough one.

Stay away from wine.
Wine is crying juice.

You know,
she really likes waffles.

You should get her a 12-foot
cobra and name it Waffles.

Well, I mean, you know her
better than anybody.

What does she really want

more than anything in the world?

A nice candle!
I'm screwed.

Andy, no!
No!

Oh, my God.
Andy!

I'll be right out.

Well, this is the
Pawnee City Council Chambers.

Your new home away from home.

Well, technically, my home
away from home is in Zürich.

Frank Gehry designed it.
But this is nice, too.

Today is my last day
as city... Excuse me.

Let me try this again. Today is my last day as...

Today is my last...

Today is my last day... You
know what, you get the idea.

My old friend Ingrid De
Forest won the recall vote,

and she's taking my place
on Monday morning.

But you know, luckily for me,
I've processed all my feelings

and I've gone through
the five stages of grief,

denial, anger, Internet commenting,
cat adoption, African dance,

cat-returning-to-
the-adoption-place,

watching all the episodes of Murphy
Brown and not giving a flying fart.

How many stages is that?

I don't know. The point
is I'm fine now.

You should know about
the other councilmen.

Councilman Howser is reasonable.

Councilman Milton is a
106-year-old racist

but if you give him a sleeve of
saltines, he'll be putty in your hands.

Councilman Jamm is a corrupt
dentist with terrible hair.

And watch your back
around Councilman Dexhart.

Why? Is he very sneaky?

No, I mean literally. He takes
pictures of women's lower backs

and puts them on Twitter.

He's a perv.

This must be hard for you.

It's like what Sir Ian
McKellen said to me

the day I sold my boat
to Karl Lagerfeld.

"Parting is such
sweet sorrow."

Oh, my God. What is your life?

If it makes any difference, your work
here was a real inspiration to me,

and I am going to do my best
to continue your legacy.

Well, I appreciate
the sentiment.

Leslie?
I'm sorry.

Was I singing Goodbye
Yellow Brick Road out loud?

No. But,
would you like to?

I studied opera at the Sorbonne.
I'd be happy to harmonize.

Nah.
No.

And finally,

here is a check for the entirety

of the purchase
of Rent-A-Swag.

And here is a personal note
from my client, Dr. Saperstein.

"Dear Tom, I win. You suck.
Turn note over.

"You still suck.
Turn note over."

Okay, Saperstein couldn't
even face me himself?

He had to send in his lackey.

My client isn't at this meeting
because he doesn't have to be.

Successful people,
Mr. Haverford,

use their money to get
others to work for them.

Mmm, that's an interesting
idea, lawyer dude.

What if I give you five bucks to put
a bag of poop in Saperstein's car?

No.

Ballpark me,
how much would it cost?

$10,000.

Counteroffer, why don't you
just do it for the story?

Goodbye, Mr. Haverford.

Is it done?

Well, how many times
did he turn the paper over?

Oh, that is disappointing.

So, look at this baby.

That is the most symmetrical
fetus I've ever seen.

This could be a superhero.

Dr. Saperstein.
Yes.

I know that we should hate you

because you destroyed
our friend's business,

but we love you so much.
We love you.

I'm lovable.

So, do you want to know the sex?

Oh, my God...
Should we?

No, right?
Or maybe yes?

Is there an option
other than yes or no?

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna write it down.

Then I'm going to put it
in an envelope, seal it,

and when you're ready, voilà.

That'll be fun.

It's like the Oscars.

Let's get some food.
I'm starving.

Wait, no, I have to pee.

Wait, no, I have to barf.

Actually, all three.

Being pregnant is great.

And finally, Larry's
share of the profit.

Whoa! $72...

That is the exact amount
of my gas bill.

Good to be Larry.

No, it's not,
you boring grandpa.

Meanwhile, Tommy's
riding high, $32,000.

I'm basically a millionaire.

What are you going to do
with the money, Tom?

Glad you asked. A horrible man
recently gave me some great advice.

For years, I've been coming
up with my own ideas

like some sort
of non-rich idiot.

Now, I'm going to
let people come to me

and invest my scrilla
in the best idea I hear.

That sounds like an efficient
use of the free market.

I would wish you
the best of luck,

but I believe luck is a concept

invented by the weak to
explain their failures.

Come hear the ideas
with me, Ron.

I could use your wise,
grandfatherly advice.

Do you think everyone here
is a grandfather?

Basically, if you're older
than me, you're a grandpa.

And if you are a grandpa, you're dead.
That sounds right.

Uh, oops! This check is
made out to "Lenny,"

which I think is
a typo for "Larry,"

which isn't even
actually my name.

Well, tell it
to the bank, Lenny.

Am I... Am I Lenny now?

I'd like to order
a singing telegram.

Well, my wife lost her job, so
maybe something sad and slow?

Do you know anything from the
Requiem for a Dream soundtrack?

This is a bad idea.
I'm hanging up now, bye.

Well, Ingrid is
settled into my office,

and this box contains
the last of my stuff.

Although, I might have left
some salt packets in my desk.

Maybe I should
go back for those?

Honey, it's okay. There'll
be other salt packets.

But not the kind that
snaps in half, maybe.

Okay, I know
I'm a broken record,

but getting away
from the city council

is absolutely the best thing
for you. Trust me.

After I was impeached
as mayor of Partridge,

I came back from college
and ran in the next election.

Now, my opponent's campaign
slogan was, "Ben Wyatt. Blah!"

He won by 60 points.

I don't know what I'm
gonna do with myself.

Whatever you do,
you'll be great.

This is Perd Hapley, talking to you
now about what's going on, today.

We're live at City Hall,
where City Councilman Dexhart

is addressing
his latest sex scandal.

Recently, certain allegations
have come to light

about my inappropriate conduct.

I am here to set
the record straight.

I totally did all of it.

Another sex scandal?
This guy is unbelievable.

How does he find the time?

After my last imbroglio,

I learned that I am a sex
and love addict.

And in rehab,
I met other people like me.

Other people struggling.

I had sex with most
of those people.

I also engaged in
inappropriate texting,

"sexting,"
and "Tex-Mexting,"

which is where you send
photos of your junk

from the restroom
of a Chili's To Go.

Hmm.
Ew.

Does this make me a "bad boy"?

You tell me.

No, really, tell me.

It gets me off when
women tell me that.

He's reading this.
He wrote this down.

I sent these texts
to roughly 100 women,

under the following pseudonyms,

"Enrique Shockwave,"

"Willie Dynamite,"

"Lee Harvey Teabag."

Well, at least you won't have
to deal with that guy anymore.

You're right. Not after someone
beats him in the next election.

Someone who is
smart and hard-working

and who knows the job because
she's done it already

and is also blonde and named
Leslie and loves you!

Is it you?

Yes, it is.
I'm going to run again.

I'm going to beat Dexhart!

...and "Anthony Weiner."

Another City Council campaign? Leslie,
think about what you're saying.

I did. I challenge you to
find one flaw in my plan.

Well, for one, we don't even
live in Dexhart's district.

Not yet,

but we can go and
rent a second apartment,

and we can spend 51%
of our time there,

and then I'll file the campaign
form from that address.

I don't want to spend 51% of
our time in his district.

It's basically a dumping ground
for old shipping containers.

Oh. It's like a
raccoon shanty town.

Oh, it's not that bad.

And also, Dexhart fights dirty.

He's never lost an election because he
runs brutal, scorched earth campaigns.

So what?
I've got plenty of dirt

on that scumbag.
I say, "Bring it on."

So, I'm going to start my negative
PR blitz against Dexhart and...

Look, I just think we need
to take a deep breath,

think about if
this is really worth it.

Anything is worth me getting
back on City Council.

Okay, let's see which one of these lucky
visionaries is gonna make me rich.

Greg Phillips?

Hi, guys. Thanks
for meeting with me.

Enough chitchat.
What's your pitch, kid?

Come on, time is money,
money is power,

power is pizza, pizza
is knowledge, let's go.

Okay, so, my idea is for an
abacus, but on your phone.

I call it
a "phone-bacus."

Son, you just
described a calculator.

But you're talking
about it, right?

Three words,
"Automated Word Counter."

Get out.

Two words.

No.

One word.

I'm Harris.
And I'm Brett.

And this is...

The dirt machine!

We said it
at the same time!

We said that
at the same time!

As you may know, I do like to
tinker with things in my garage.

I'm gonna hit the can
while he's up.

So, I think I have
discovered a way

to generate clean,
renewable energy.

I think it's going to...

Ugh! Gross! God, Larry,
you sneezed all over us!

I'm not going to buy that thing.

It's covered in
a gallon of your boogers!

I totally understand.

Ah, jeez!

I would be thrilled
if we have a girl.

Aw, tiny dresses, braids, glitter
on everything? Forget it.

And also girls' names
are so cute.

Daisy, Annabelle, Lilly...

Olive, Rosemary, Chicken.

Fifty burritos.
Oh, my God, I'm starving.

Miss, hi, I'm pregnant,
and I'm a little bit crazy,

so if you don't bring our appetizers
out in the next 30 seconds,

I'm going to plunge your
face into the deep fryer.

And also two waters,
please, but no hurry.

Thank you.

Leslie, I don't know if there's
a story in these emails.

They're iffy, but Dexhart has already
admitted to way worse stuff.

Well, there's more where
that came from.

I have some stories on him
that are so nasty

they seem like they're ripped
from a Jackie Collins novel.

Dexhart has been
elected eight times.

I don't think the voters care.

His poll numbers are actually
up since the scandal broke.

Well, that's just because people

found out he was
Miley Cyrus' cousin.

He is? Well, that's a story
the journal can run with.

Morning, Leslie.
Sweet Jugs.

What? He's kinda cute.

Oh, God, Shauna, no.

I just feel like I could
fix him, you know?

This sucks! We heard 100 pitches
and they're all terrible.

Change of plans.

You guys are my idea factory.
April, go!

Okay, I got one.
"Macaroni and Poison,"

it's like mac and cheese,
but with a special ingredient.

Ron?

Every socket set
I've ever bought

only goes up to half inch.

I'd love a couple larger sizes,

take it all the way
up to five-eighths.

Andy?

Bears bouncing on
trampoline roads.

There's a chance that I
might have dreamed that.

I did once have an idea for
an ax, but bigger.

I called it, "Large Ax."

You know how people
bottled water?

What if you bottled
other things to drink?

Bottled drinks.

That already exists.
Think big guys, come on.

Okay, time to head
back to the office.

I've missed
an entire day of work,

so at least some good
came from this.

What are you doing?

Well, they couldn't make a banner
in time for my press conference,

so I am cobbling
together a banner

from all the other
discarded banners.

"Second chunce four Lesle

"Perv Dexxxhrt
equals birthday mouse?"

Rat.

Well, that's the closest
thing I could get to a rat.

Leslie,
listen to yourself,

loopholes, scorched earth policies...
This isn't you.

I cannot believe you aren't
supporting me on this.

Dexhart has a sex scandal the
same day I'm leaving office?

That is not a coincidence,
this was meant to be.

You know what? Why don't we
gather everyone in here,

you explain to them what you're
thinking, and we get some feedback.

Now you're talking!

'Cause this is,
like the banner says,

"My second chunce."

And when I look at it again,
I realize I can take

that birthday hat and
turn it into a dunce cap.

Hilarious. This is my destiny.

I would be thrilled
if we had a boy.

I have perfected the art
of shaving the human face,

and I would love to be
able to pass that on.

Toy trucks, superhero costumes,

tiny little acorn penis...
Forget it.

A weird image, but one that does
not diminish my enthusiasm.

Well, Ann Perkins, are you ready
to find out the sex of our baby?

I'm ready.

We are having a...

"Distributions."

That's what it looks like.
"Distributions."

Let me see that.

It says "Congratulations."
I think.

Then it says,
"I leg Smurf."

Are we having a Smurf?

We are having
an "eleven-jewel toilet."

I can't tell what's words
and what's punctuation.

The suspense is killing me!

I'm calling Dr. Saperstein!

I'm calling Domino's.

Do you think Domino's delivers
to this restaurant? I hope so.

Oh, no. He's out for
the rest of the day.

I have literally never
been more stressed out.

Chris, don't do it.

Honey, no!

Honey, no!

I ate a carb.

Good, you guys are here. Okay,
everybody, gather around.

I have a big announcement.
I am officially

seeking re-election
to the Pawnee City Council.

I am going to be running for Dexhart's
seat, and the campaign starts now!

Oh, I love the sound of
silence before a big cheer.

That's what's happening, right?

Who wants to hug
me first, Donna?

Leslie, you were just recalled.

This seems a little desperate.

What? Desperate people
don't get elected.

Does this look like the work
of a desperate woman?

"Pleez vote four me,
menorah, bowling ball."

No. Because I am on fire
and on a roll.

This is symbolism, guys.

Leslie, no offense,

I've heard a lot of bad ideas
today, this is the worst.

April?
I would love it

if you ran an insane campaign and
basically turned into the Joker.

But that means you
probably shouldn't do it.

Andy?

I don't know, Leslie.
It seems risky,

and I'd hate to see you go
through another tough fight.

But I could be wrong, I
haven't pooped in three days.

Okay. Ron, you have always
given me sage counsel,

and your words
carry great influence.

So, what do you
think I should do?

I do not think
you should run again.

What the hell
do you know, dum-dum?

All of you, look,
this is my only option.

I am running again
with or without you.

Leslie, you're running
for office again?

What a great idea!
How can I help?

Well, no one else brought me
any good business ideas,

so I decided to
take care of it myself.

Talking Tissue!

Every time you pull one out, you get
a little message to hype you up.

Blow that nose, playa! No.

This stinks!

I'm just gonna have to go back to
my same job that I've had forever.

Yeah, I get
why you're bummed out.

I mean, look at me,

I'm younger than you, and I
already have my own department.

Plus, I'm married, and I
make more money than you.

Cool pep talk.

Are you trying to cheer me up
or just brag about your life?

Both.

Look, you got all those people
to come pitch you ideas,

so, clearly, you're good
at business stuff.

You just need to find
the right thing to do with it.

I mean, I never thought I would be
a deputy director, or whatever,

but here I am.

Killing it.

Outranking you.

Whatever. You just merged
your department with Parks

and then made up your own title.

Yeah. It's awesome.

I'm empty, yo!
Fill me up!

Do that again.

What could you possibly need
at 6:00 in the morning?

We couldn't read your writing, and
we need to know the sex of our baby.

I'm watching cartoons
with my son.

Daddy, an Elmer Fudd one is on.

Stop it.
What's up, beautiful?

Jean-Ralphio.
I live in the guesthouse.

What do you say you and I get
together in a special way?

I'm pregnant.
The more, the merrier.

With my baby.
You can come, too, beautiful.

Look at that, I guess sometimes
I call men "beautiful," too.

I guess I'm...

Thank you.
Can you just read that

and tell us what
the sex is, please?

Wow.

It looks like the chicken that wrote
this had a stroke on the paper.

Listen, I kind of remember, but I don't
want to say anything that's wrong.

Give me 15 minutes. I will get
dressed, we'll go down to my office.

Okay.

Have a good day at
work today, Daddy.

Also, if you don't know already,

there's a malfunction
with the TV

where it keeps ordering porno...
Like a ton of porno,

like how can someone watch that
much porno in one sitting,

only when you're
out of the house,

so if you see it on the
bill, that's why. Okay?

"And therefore, with your help,
we can make our future bright.

"I believe I still have
a lot to offer this city."

I'd swap
those two lines.

Always helps to end
on the call to action.

I'm sorry if it felt like everyone
piled on. We were just being honest,

but if you really want to do this,
of course we'll support you.

Thank you.
I'm sorry I stormed out.

You know, I've been thinking
for weeks

of what to get you as a "last
day in City Council" present.

I finally figured it out.

You remember Jen Barkley, political
consultant and power broker.

Hey, Jen. What brings
you back to Pawnee?

Ben bought one hour of my time.

I heard you need
some consulting.

Well, uh, I guess.

I mean, how are you?
How's your family?

Okay, I get paid $1,200 an hour.

Do you really want to
spend any of that time

talking about my mother and her
19-year-old Korean husband?

Well, that does sound fascinating,
but you're right. Let's talk.

Okay, getting a chair.

Ron!

That's how I enter rooms now.
It's more dramatic.

Why did you enter at all?

Because I have some huge news.

You're looking at Pawnee's
new Business Liaison.

I don't like French words.

I do like the word "business."
You may continue.

April created a new position for
herself, and I want to do the same.

The town could use more private
sector money after the merger,

so as business liaison, I would find
companies looking to move or expand,

and convince them
to do it in Pawnee.

Now this is a good idea.

You've come a long way, son.

And while I've got you here...

Talking Tissue.
Go for it.

Yo, dawg, life is
what you make of it!

Leave while I'm ahead?
You got it!

Clear them sinuses, playboy.

Someone's got the "sniffies."
Tell your mama you love her.

Step up your
vitamin C game, bro.

So they recall me after all
I've done for them! Ridiculous.

But Dexhart now has another sex scandal.
Of course he does.

And the plan is I'm going
to run for his seat

because how do I lose
to a guy like that?

That's a great idea, right?
It's a terrible idea.

I knew it. Wait, what?

First of all, you could
lose to a guy like that.

Terrible people defeat great
people all of the time.

I should know, those terrible
people have paid me so much money,

I have a condo on
every Virgin Island.

Now, you might win. You're smart,
Ben is smart, you might win.

But why would you want to?

Because it's my dream job.

Then dream bigger.

Look, you love this town, it's
being run by monsters and morons?

Get a better job,

rise above their heads, effect
change at a higher level.

Don't be the kid that
graduates high school,

hangs out in
the school parking lot.

Be the woman who moves away,
climbs the ladder,

and then confidently comes back

and has sex with
her hot old English teacher

just for kicks.

Is that what you did?

Yeah, Mr. Baker. Sex was
pretty good, thanks to me.

Look, Pawnee has
done you a favor.

You've outgrown them.

You've got talent,
you've got name recognition,

which means that you have a
bright, wide-open future

with a thousand options.

State Senate, federal
jobs, even Congress,

all of these are doable for you.

And you can trust me.

Because I don't care enough
about you to lie.

Uh-oh, time's up...

Okay, if you want to
keep talking,

you're going to have to
pay me 1,200 more dollars.

I just need...

I swear to God,
if you say one more word,

you will legally owe me $1,200,

and I will sue you.

Let's not end it like that.

Okay, great to see you, Leslie.

Those five words are on me.

Should I move this back?
Don't answer that.

I don't know what
you're thinking,

but you have a press
conference in 10 minutes.

Make yourselves at home.
I'm gonna go get your file.

And, please, don't steal
any lubricant.

Someone is taking an extraordinary
amount of lubricant from this office.

It's my son.

Never mind.

Well, this is it...
The final moment.

What are you hoping for?

I will honestly be
happy either way.

Me, too. Boy or girl,
it doesn't matter.

Because it will literally be the
greatest child who has ever lived.

You swear
you have no preference?

You?
Not at all.

Who's ready, raise your hand?

It's a boy!

Yes!
Yes!

I thought you didn't
have a preference!

I didn't. I just really
wanted it to be a boy.

Me, too. I don't know why.

You guys are just so neat.

Would you be interested
in adopting my children?

They're in their late 20s,
they're terrible.

No? No go?

Huh. I ask all my patients.

I have gathered
you all here today

because I have an announcement,

a very big announcement
about my future.

I will be heading
to lunch today,

with my husband, at JJ's Diner.

We will eat waffles and then we will
go home and make out on our couch.

Snuggle, watch A League of
Their Own, if it's on.

That is my future, for now.

It's been an honor
to serve this town,

and I will cherish
the memories forever.

Thank you.

There you have it, a shockingly
un-shocking press conference,

in which a recently unemployed
woman said nothing of importance.

I'm Perd Hapley and I just realized
I'm not holding my microphone.

Jen Barkley telling me
I had a future

was the best present I could've gotten.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

But I did get you
one other present

to take your mind off
of all this.

Aw, you are the sweetest man in the world.
Where is it?

Well, it's not here.

We have to go get it.

In times of stress,
or moments of transition,

sometimes it can feel like the
whole world is closing in on you.

When that happens, you should close
your eyes, take a deep breath,

listen to the people who love
you when they give you advice,

and remember
what really matters.

And if you have the ability to go to
Paris, by all means, go to Paris.

I found one.
Oh, great.

Right here.
Yeah?

Mmm-hmm.

I'm...

Moved. I don't know what it is I'm
feeling right now... I feel...

Destiny?

But... I don't know what
it is, I feel like...

I just never thought I'd see
it with my own two eyes

and here it is, it's just there.
It's right in front of me, and...

This is what you wanted to see?
The bridge from Inception?

Yeah.

But the Eiffel Tower is
behind us, babe.

Yeah, but this is the bridge
from Inception. Okay. All right.

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