All language subtitles for Bajillion Dollar Properties s04e08 Family Matters.eng

Glenn:
I am over the moon excited.

After a whirlwind engagement,

Julianka decided that
we should have our big day

at the place where we met.

If I can have
your attention, please.

I want to go through
some of the specifics

and just walk you
through my wedding day.

All right, 'cause tomorrow
is very, very big.

Amir: You're getting
married tomorrow?

Glenn: Yeah.

Amir:
My whole personality aside,

I'm happy for my best friend.

Glenn: Julianka and I
are getting married

tomorrow at our new home.
Chelsea: Does she know?

'Cause she probably has
a lot of prep work to do.

Glenn: Yes, she knows.
Chelsea: Okay.

Glenn: Okay.
Chelsea: Okay.

Glenn: We've done a lot
of prep work already.

Let's go over
some of the specifics.

I -- Victoria, wake up.

Baxter: What time...
What time tomorrow?

Victoria:
How dare you touch me?!

Where's DJ and Dean?

I wish they'd just give up
their fight over Platinum

and fight over me.

Then I wouldn't have to listen
to this pale groomzilla.

Glenn: It's a traditional
Belgian wedding, all right.

It starts at 2 P.M.
Baxter: Okay.

Glenn: Everyone brings
a cheese wheel

for the cheese wheel table.
Chelsea: Ugh.

My spiritual business
religion -- Wizdo Metrics --

is strictly lactose free.

The mere mention of dairy
products bloats my third eye.

Glenn:
Okay, the other thing is

there are no significant others
allowed.

Chelsea: What?
Amir: What?

Glenn: It's an intimate,
private Belgian wedding.

Chelsea:
Have you lost your mind?

Glenn: I haven't lost my mind.

Most of you do not
have significant others.

Chelsea: What if you're
not yet dating,

but you've been
making eyes at them

across the Pete's Coffee,

and you're pretty sure
it's gonna go somewhere?

Glenn: There are
no plus-ones allowed.

Andrew: How many people
canwe bring?

Chelsea: Yeah.
Glenn: Zero people.

Amir: What?
Glenn: My wedding!

Dean: Attention!
We have an announcement.

As you know,
DJ, my son, and I

have been locked
in mortal combat

for the control
of Platinum Realty.

Well, we have decided
to settle it once and for all

by holding...

...a vote.

Chelsea: What?!
Dean: Yes!

You will vote for whom

shall become the head
of Platinum Realty.

The time has come to
make Platinum Dean again.

DJ: The vote is mine!

This company is mine.

And this hat is mine.

Dean:
You will all have a vote

to determine
who will control Platinum.

Andrew: It's about time, yes!

Baxter: And our votes matter?

Dean: Everyone here
will have a vote,

and all of those votes matter.

Chelsea: You're giving us power.

DJ: We're gonna have this vote
happening

at the reception tomorrow
after the wedding.

Victoria: Tomorrow?
Glenn: Wait, Dean,

could we not have it
at my wedding?

Dean: Glenn, please.

DJ: It'll probably be
something along the lines of

"We now pronounce
the owner of Platinum Realty."

Baxter: Do we need
to register to vote?

Dean: Well, there is a registry.

You will submit your name
to be eligible to vote.

Also, there's a gift registry
for the person

who eventually wins.
DJ: Yes, yes, yes.

Glenn: And don't forget
the wedding registry.

Victoria: Is there a way
to go to the vote

and not go to Glenn's wedding?

Chelsea: Oh, that's a great one.

Glenn: The wedding
has actually been --

Dean: Shh, shh!

The point of us
doing it tomorrow

is that we'll all be dressed up
in our formal wear.

Victoria: I see
what's happening here.

Deany just wants to see Vicki
in her slinkiest gown.

Dean: The ceremony will be
the opening act, if you will.

DJ: Yeah.
Dean: And then the main event,

the vote for control
of Platinum.

Andrew: I have a question.

Just backtracking
so we're all on the same page,

what is vote?
Dean: What is vote?

You don't know what votes are?

Andrew: Uh, not
in terms of the word.

DJ: Who wants pizza,
raise their hand.

Dean: That's voting.
DJ: That's voting.

Andrew: Getting pizza?
Dean: No, no,

you vote for many things--

Andrew: But always pizza?

Dean: It's not --
focus less on the pizza

and more on the act
of raising hands.

What do you think
that signifies?

Andrew: Pizza.

Baxter: See,
the more of you dive in,

the more questions you have.

Andrew: I have a question.
Dean: Yes, Andrew?

Andrew: Uh...
Dean: Wait, wait.

Does it concern pizza?

Andrew: No questions.
Dean: Wonderful.

So everyone understands
what's going on...

see you tomorrow at the vote.

Baxter: All right.
Dean: Glenn's wedding.

Victoria: Gotta get a new dress
for this vote.

Glenn: Remember please memorize
the Belgian National Anthem.

I sent you the MP3, okay?

'Cause there's a point
in the ceremony

where we all stand
and it's very...

It doesn't work if...

everyone's not doing it.

The wedding is more beautiful
than I ever could have imagined.

Everything is coming
together perfectly.

My bride, my tux,
my cheeses, my friends.

And, most importantly, my mommy.

Agneta: Bunny ears
come together.

They're destroyed
by an evil count,

and now your shoe is tied.

Glenn: Thank you for
wearing your best outfit today.

Agneta: Of course,
my son is getting married.

It's your wedding day.

Okay, so as we know,
the Belgian tradition,

something yellow,
something murdered.

I wrang its neck this morning.
Glenn: Oh.

Agneta: Like your virginity's
death knell.

Now you will be a man
and having all the sex.

Glenn: Okay.
Agneta: Okay.

Glenn: I don't --
should -- well...

Agneta: Next, your
grandfather's cufflinks.

He loved them so much
he was buried in them...

for a little while.

Today is your day

that you will always
forever leave me.

You're no longer my property.

Glenn: That's not true.
I'll always be your little boy.

I'm just sad because...

every little boy dreams
of a wedding day

where his father
walks him down the aisle.

And even though my father
was murdered by a predator

in the South American jungle--

"Predator" was based on
the events of Dean's life.

My mom told me my father
was on that mission.

I guess I just wish he was here.

I wish my father was here.

I wish my father was here.

I wish my father was --

Agneta: I get it.
You wish your father was here.

Glenn:
I wish my father was here.

Victoria: I don't know about
this wedding,

but look at us --
we all cleaned up nice.

Amir: I gotta admit, Victoria
looks banging in that gown.

Too bad that brain
is in that body.

DJ: I'm officiating
Glenn's wedding,

which means I'll be
presiding over two things --

Glenn's nuptials
and my triumph over Papa!

Dean: I've never been
one for democracy.

So it's surprising how giddy
I'm feeling about this vote.

Victoria: Is this vodka?

Okay, but if anybody asks,
you tell 'em it's water.

DJ: In order to defeat Papa
once and for all,

I need Victoria's support.

I know I could persuade her.

I mean, our connection is fire.

Glenn: I'm not moving
on principle.

I'm gonna finish my work here.

DJ: Victoria, hey!

Victoria: DJ.
DJ: Hi.

What a...fantastic occasion.
Victoria: Hmm.

DJ: I mean, the important thing
is probably

this voting situation
that's gonna be happening later,

and I just wanted to make sure
that we're on the same page.

I'm sure people are gonna be
on the fence, but...

I feel like you would be
on my side.

Victoria: DJ,
don't waste your breath.

What are you gonna tell me,
that Dean doesn't love me,

that he doesn't respect me?

That's ridiculous.
Everybody knows that he does.

DJ: That's not what
I was gonna say.

Victoria: Oh, so what you were
going to say was

you thought you and I would
run Platinum together.

That we'd be the Beyoncé
and Jay Z of real estate.

Is that what you thought?

DJ: Okay, not in those...

Victoria: Let me
tell you something.

We are not equals.

I am Victoria King,
and I have loved Dean

since the first day
I started working at Platinum.

DJ: Okay. Well, the love thing
is not what --

Victoria:
Oh, so what you think is

that I don't really love Dean,

that I'm substituting him
for my withholding father?

That I'm just some sad
and desperate woman

in my mid- to late-twenties

with a perfect body
and a flawless face?

How dare you?!

You have really hurt me, DJ.

What do you have
to say for yourself?

DJ: I mean, I guess
I'm sorry, but...

Victoria: Can I have another,
please?

Sorry isn't good enough!

Now if you'll excuse me,
I have a bride to outshine.

Move!

Mara: Hey, Table 6.
Eugene:

Okay, Table 6.

Chelsea: Hi.
Eugene: Hey!

Chelsea: I...
Do you know if this is right?

Eugene: Yeah, yeah, that's
right. It's printed on paper.

Chambong: Hey.
Chelsea: Hi.

Chambong:
Oh, boy.

It's the cool table, right?

Chelsea: Oh...
Chambong: Who's with me, right?

Chelsea: I guess, me.
Mara: Yes.

Chelsea:
I'm at the rejects table?

Please, Wizdo Metrics,
I need you!

Well, that's different,

'cause my friends
and coworkers are here,

and then there's y'all.

So...
Chambong: You are so lucky,

aren't you?

Lucky lady!
Chelsea: Sort of.

Chambong: Luck,
be a lady tonight!

Chelsea: Oh, no.

What could I possibly
have in common

with these creatures Glenn
has stuck me with?

I'm a broker,
so it's like a different...

Chambong: Well,
do you have a degree

from a university
outside of the U.S.?

Chelsea: No.
Chambong: Okay.

Eugene: Y'all are fans
of mine, right?

Remember?

Chelsea:
You're a realtor, right?

Eugene: Well,
I was a football player.

Chelsea: Oh, right,
right, right.

Eugene: You know,
I once got hit so hard

that I spoke Mandarin Chinese

for a week.
Mara: Is that right?

Chambong: That's where
my degree is from, yeah.

Eugene: From Mandarin?
Chelsea: That's not a place.

Chambong: Yeah, Mandarin U.

Chelsea: Mandarin U?

That settles it.
This was a mistake.

It's just a strange grouping,
it feels like, to me.

Chambong: Oh, no, no, no!

That dirties my third eye.

Please!

Oh. Soft cheeses release
my inner evil dwarf.

Chelsea: Oh, my God.

We're all Wizdo Metric.
Mara: Oh.

Chambong: You have
an aversion to mozzarella?

Chelsea: Yes, of course.
Mara: Of course.

The solar specifics
of that one interaction

just left me clouded.

Chambong:
Tell me about it, sister.

Chelsea: How long have you guys
been Wizdo Metric?

Mara: I was raised
in a Wizdo Metric family.

Chelsea: I thought it was
just started in 1987.

Mara: I was born in '87.

Chelsea: Congratulations.
Mara: Yeah.

Chambong: A lot of my clients
are Wizdo Metric.

One of my patients
is Charlie Sheen's night nurse.

Eugene: Oh.
Mara: Is that right? Great.

Eugene: I once got hit so hard
that I joined every religion.

Mara: Is that right? Neat.
Chelsea: Wow.

You're drinking, though.

Aren't you Muslim?
Eugene: Yeah.

Mara: It's all right.

Eugene: I'm always doing
something wrong.

Chambong: To Wizdo Metrics.

No, no! Okay.

Chelsea: I'm starting to doubt
Wizdo Metrics.

Dean: Join the bandwagon.

Vote for Rosedragon.

That won't work.

His last name
is Rosedragon as well.

Vote for Dean.

DJ is mean.

Ugh, poetry.

Agneta.

Agneta: Mr. Rosedragon,
I must speak with you.

Dean: Look at you in that dowdy,
concealing uniform.

You drive me insane.

Agneta: I'm wearing
my good dowdy uniform.

Dean: Mmm!

Agneta: We must speak
about our son.

Dean: Who?
Agneta: Our son.

We need to talk about him.

Dean: Now, Agneta, we have had
an arrangement for many years

that we do not speak of Glenn.

We certainly don't
acknowledge him as our son,

and we don't acknowledge
that we have the secret.

So you're breaking all
of these rules right away.

Agneta: He is like
every other bridegroom.

He has dreamed
since he was a little boy

of his father
walking him down the aisle.

Dean: Doesn't this needlessly
complicate things?

It's a very important
day for him.

He doesn't need this bombshell
dropped on him now.

Agneta: He needs his father
today of all days.

You cannot be so sadistic
as to deny him that.

Dean: Do not be so what?

Agneta: Sadistic.

Dean: Say it again.

Agneta: Sadistic.

Dean:

Agneta:
I would grasp your hands,

but mine are too cracked...

Dean:
Agneta: ...from washing floors.

Dean:
Agneta: And ironing.

Dean: Oh, why are you
doing this to me?

Agneta: Look at my knuckles.

Are they not swollen
with arthritis?

Dean: Oh, so swollen
with arthritis.

Perhaps you can help me.

My morning coat
seems to be wrinkled.

Maybe you could steam it
with the heat of our lovemaking.

Agneta: You get get
nice and wrinkly

walking our son down the aisle,

and then I will iron your coat,

I will take off your cravat,

I will take off your vest.
Dean: Oh.

Agneta: And I will
take off your pants.

Dean:

On the one hand,
I don't want to do this.

On the other hand...

I'm enjoying that you're
telling me what to do.

Agneta: I could steam
the steam from your ascot.

Dean: You creature
from another dimension!

Andrew: Knock, knock.
Baxter: Who's there?

Andrew: Darrel, your neighbor.
Baxter: Really?

After yesterday,
you're gonna show up here?

Andrew: Look, don't give me
attitude right now.

Anyone can do knock,
knock jokes.

Baxter:
We do knock, knock dramas.

What, I can't talk to you
through this little window

in the door?
Well, how about this.

Andrew: With your stupid
little face in the middle.

Dean: Bixby, Angelo, listen.

At the end of the reception,

we will be voting
for the new head of Platinum.

Baxter: Yes.
Dean: And I hope

I can count on your vote.
Baxter: Yes.

Andrew: Absolutely.
Dean: Thank you.

DJ: Baxter, Andrew,

what's up, brahs.
Baxter: Hey!

Andrew: Hey, man.
I didn't see you there.

DJ: You know that there's
the whole voting thing,

and I just want you guys to know

that I'm cool with you guys.

Baxter: Buddy, we got it.
It's you.

DJ: Oh, yeah?
Baxter: Yeah.

Dean: You just said
you were voting for me.

Andrew: We are.
Baxter: Everybody wins.

Dean: Well, you can't vote
for both of us.

You have to vote for one of us.
Andrew: We're not.

We're gonna vote for you.
Dean: Thank you.

Baxter: And then
I'm gonna vote for him.

Dean: No, no.

That just cancels out a vote.

We need you both to vote
for one person.

And I hope that person
will be me.

DJ: Me.
Dean: Me.

DJ: Me.
Dean: You should vote for me.

How would you like access

to the fabled
executive washroom?

Baxter: Really?!
Andrew: All right.

Baxter: They got
the good soap in there.

Dean: Yes, they do.

DJ: How about if I took over,

maybe we don't worry
about the executive bathrooms.

We just kind of pee
when we're ready to pee.

Baxter: Like pee pads?

We pee on pee pads
in the office?

DJ: There'll be pee pads
all over that place.

Baxter: Sounds pretty good.
Dean: That sounds better?

Just...
Baxter: Yeah.

Dean: Dog urination pads
all over the off--

DJ: But not for dogs.

Plus, there's a bunch of parties
I can take you fellas to.

Andrew: That's cool,
but back to the pee pads.

There'd be pee pads everywhere?

Dean: Andrew,
I can give you something

that I know you desire.

Fatherly affection
in a limited capacity.

Andrew: Hugs, cuddles,
verbal I love yous?

Dean: Hand firmly on shoulder,
meaningful eye contact,

and a nod of approval.

Andrew: And you'll come
to my Little League games?

Dean: You're playing
in a little league?

Baxter: He plays in it,

and he marks off a spot
in the bleachers

every week for his dad.

Dean: I will...
have a meaningful message

sent before every game.
DJ: Parties.

Baxter: There's nothing
in it for me.

DJ: Parties!
Baxter: This is my guy.

This is my guy.
Dean: We'll have parties.

We'll have plenty of parties.

Baxter: What kind of parties?

Dean: Karaoke,
the empty orchestra.

DJ: I got something to do.

I have to go do these nuptials.

And I just want to know
if I have your vote.

Baxter: Listen,
you got our vote.

Andrew: You absolutely do.
DJ: Okay, thank you.

Great, thank you. Bye.
Baxter: Later.

Dean: Boys.
Baxter: I liked him a lot.

Andrew: I did like him.

Dean: The future of the company
is at stake,

and that means your future
is at stake as well.

Do I have your votes?

Baxter: Yeah, absolutely.
Dean: Thank you.

Baxter: Absolutely.
Andrew: 100%.

Bye, Dad. Papa.

Daddy!
Baxter: Hey, who's that guy?

Is that a third party?

Andrew: Want to vote for him?
Baxter: I liked him.

Amir: My little Glenn
is about to get married.

I hope he remembers
who helped get him here,

especially when Julianka brings
her hot friends around.

DJ: This officiant
is ready to roar.

Glenn: I'm about to walk down
the aisle at my own wedding.

Did I forget anything?
Should I pee first?

Is it unlucky?

I forget the rule!

Dean: Glenn?

Glenn: Dean.

Glenn: I'm here to walk you
down the aisle.

Glenn: Oh.
Wow, what an honor.

Dean: Well...

Also, uh...

other information, um...

I am your biological father.

Now, you will have the length
of our trip to the altar

to ask me anything you wish.

But then we shall never
speak of this again.

Glenn: Wait, I mean...
I don't understand.

I mean, why didn't you
tell me this sooner?

I...
Dean: Well, Glenn,

I never wanted to be a father,

I never wanted children.
Glenn: But you have DJ.

Dean:
Well, children happen to me,

but I never wanted them.

Glenn: There are
so many things that I --

that I want to ask you.

I mean, what's a Roth IRA?

Will the Leaning Tower of Pisa
ever fall?

Dean: Glenn, I'd really focus

and pick a good question
that you'd like to ask

as time is running out.
Glenn: Okay, I've got it,

I've got it. Um...

Are you and Mom ever
getting back together?

Dean: Sadly, no.
Glenn: Okay.

Can I declare my love for you
as a parental figure?

Dean: You may inwardly.

Glenn: Oh, okay.

Um, well, can I call you Dad?

Dean: Uh, I prefer you didn't.
Glenn: Daddy?

Dean: That's worse.
Glenn: Father?

Dean: Um, "Dean."

Glenn: Dean?
Dean: Dean.

Glenn: Oh, like
a dean of my parents?

Or dean of parenthood?

Dean: Yes, but don't
say the second part.

Glenn: Okay.
Um, jeez, what else, what else?

Dean: Running out
of time, Glenn.

Glenn: Dean, I have so many
questions before we get there.

I mean, the walk is almost done.
What is true love?

Is it real?
Are soul mates an actual thing?

There are so many things
that I don't know.

Dean: You're really packing them
in at the end!

Glenn: Well, I just --

I mean, if they were
bullet point questions...

I'll try to think of
yes or no answers.

Dean: Glenn,
all I can tell you is

love is a thing

that is sometime elusory,
sometimes real.

You roll the dice, and you pray
you get something good.

Glenn: Oh, you--
Dean: Well, here we are.

Glenn: What, no!
Dean: You're well on your way

to a journey into married life.

Good luck, Glenn.
Glenn: Thank you, Dean. Father.

Papa? Papa?
Dean: Dean.

Glenn: Dean's my father?!

I've got my dream girl
and my dream daddy?!

Andrew: Why was Dean
walking Glenn down the aisle?

Baxter: And why was Julianka
at the altar waiting on them?

DJ: What a pleasure it is
for us to all be here

to witness
the marriage of Glenn and...

Julianka: Julianka.
DJ: Julianka,

as they celebrate this
wonderful day together with us.

Glenn: Julianka whispered
in my ear

that my tux was tight and right.

DJ: The first of
the Belgian traditions

is the jumping of the butter.

Glenn...

I believe it's you first.

Glenn: Groom first.

Julianka:
Oh!

Oh!
DJ: It's okay.

Glenn: It's okay.
That's good luck.

DJ: Good.

The second part
of the Belgian traditions

is the passing of the fruit...

to symbolize the fruits
that she will be bearing

and that we'll all be able
to enjoy together.

Papa, don't drop the fruit!

You know, that's 10 years
of bad luck.

It's supposed to be
passed by hand.

Chelsea: Oh.

DJ: It's supposed to be
passed by hand.

Andrew:
Sorry. I didn't know either.

DJ: I don't know if I said this,

but it's symbolizing babies.

And then once
it gets to the back,

roll it back to me.

Andrew: Hey!
Baxter: There we are.

DJ: The bride and the groom
would like to share their vows,

which they've prepared
themselves, with you now.

Julianka: Glenn, if there's one
thing that we know is true

it's that love at first sight
is always forever.

Glenn: Julianka, every day
with you will be an adventure,

because we hardly know anything
about each other at all.

Dean: Ugh, so boring.

Amir, we both know
that I've been the only one

who will ever put up
with your shenanigans.

A vote for me would be
a good idea for you.

Amir: Only Dean would ask
for votes by insulting people.

Glenn: Julianka, I can't wait
to discover

all the hidden things
about you,

like, what color are your eyes
without contacts

and what do your feet look like.

Julianka: Glenn, I want to wake
up every morning next to you

and wonder who are you?

Like, really, who are you?

Dean: Chelsea...

I've indulged every one
of your whimsical failures.

You cannot survive
anywhere else.

Chelsea: Oh!

Glenn: Julianka...

who are these people?

Are they your family?

Are they your friends?

What's their deal?

Dean: Victoria?
Victoria: Yes, Dean?

Dean: No.

We both know you're
going to vote for me,

so let's not waste any breath.

Victoria: How dare
he presume that?

I mean, okay, it might be true,
but how dare he?

Glenn: Julianka,
I look forward to facing

all kinds
of challenges with you.

Like, what are you allergic to.
Julianka: Oh.

I'm deathly allergic...
Glenn: Shh!

I want to be surprised.

DJ: You guys done?

Glenn: He's my friend.

DJ: Is that it?

Julianka: Glenn, I'm so glad
you don't know my stance

on whether or not
I want to have children.

So I'll have complete
control of that.

Dean: Chambong,

I have nothing to say to you.

Julianka: I can't wait
for you to discover

that I'm really
aggressive in bed

and you can decide later
whether or not

you're comfortable with that.

Glenn: Julianka, I can't wait
for you to discover

that it's all good...

under my hood.

Dean: Mara, if I could,

I would give everything to you.

DJ: Now if anyone objects
to this union,

speak now or forever
hold your piece.

Agneta: I object.

Not to the marriage
of my sweet Glennevere.

But to the horrible,
selfish actions of his father --

Dean.

Dean: Agneta,
I am furious and aroused!

Agneta: Yes, that's right.

He is the father of Glenn.

Chelsea: Is everyone at Platinum
secretly Dean's son?

Am I his son, too?

Victoria: Old news!

This wedding sucks!

Agneta: We made lust,
not love!

Victoria: Whore.

Agneta: He stuck his hand
on my lady croissant.

We made the beast
with two backs.

But with gills and a flipper,
a tail that slapped.

We made the clam.

And out of that came this
beautiful slice of heaven --

a cloud that walks as a man.

DJ: Wait a minute,
so Glenn is...

You're my half bro-bro?

Papa? You're half bro-bro?

Glenn: I just found out.

DJ: Okay.
Time out, time out.

I just need to take a break
for a second from this wedding.

Just give me a minute.

Papa has gone too far

with his secrets and lies
this time.

It's time for me
to put an end to this.

You know what?

I know that we said we were
gonna do the vote later,

but we're doing that right now.

Now is the time
to do the vote instead.

Papa, will you come up here
and let's have these brokers

vote on who should be
running Platinum.

Glenn: DJ, can we just
finish the wedding?

DJ: It's not your time
right now.

Glenn: It literally is
my time right now.

Julianka: Glenn, it's fine.

We'll the thing and then
we'll have our wedding.

DJ: Thank you so much...

Julianka: Julianka.
DJ: Julianka.

Dean: Fine, Son,
we will do the vote right now.

DJ: Thank you, Papa.
Let's do the vote now.

Brokers, stand next
to the person

you believe
should be running Platinum.

Dean: Now is the time,
make your choice.

Victoria: I choose Dean.

This is a thing that
finally brings us together!

Just you watch.

DJ: Thank you, gentlemen.

Chelsea: He's Dean.

He was gonna win somehow anyway,

so why fight it?

DJ: Boys.
Andrew: Oh, whoops.

We didn't mean to fake out DJ.
Baxter: Yeah.

He was just in the path to Dean.
Andrew: Yeah.

DJ: I didn't even
get the bro vote?

Glenn, Glenn.
Dean: What will it be, Glenn?

Glenn: How can a man choose

between his father
and his brother?

And on his wedding day?

I know what I must do.

I've decided that

I'll abstain
from choosing a side

because I hereby
quit Platinum Realty.

Amir: Glenn! No!

Victoria:

Bye-bye, bitch!

Dean:
Glenn, my acknowledged son!

Glenn: I started at the bottom.
I am so excited --

beyond excited to be
working for Platinum Realty.

I've been a broker to the stars.

There is a wonderful woman--

Just Mac:
Don't fucking touch me,

Wonder Bread motherfucker.

Glenn: And I've even
been on top.

Can I demote someone?

Can I fire someone?

Can I move their offices?

Dean: Not as such.

Glenn: And now it's time
to meet a new Glenn.

Husband, father...

unemployed human.

Julianka:
So I'm the bread-winner?

Glenn: Looks like it.
Julianka: Oh.

Female bread-winners are always
in control of the relationship.

Dean: Very well.

I still have
all the rest of the brokers.

While, DJ, you have nothing.

You're finished, Son.

You're finished.
DJ: Well done, Papa.

Dean: A lesson to all
the fruits of my loins --

both present
and those in hiding --

I cannot be defeated.

The Dean Rosedragon era
begins anew!

DJ: There is one more thing,
though...

Game's not done yet.

The network did mention to me

that I will have
my own spin-off.

Oh, right.

And it would be "Bajillion
Dollar Properties: Miami."

Dean: What?!

DJ: Who would like
to come with me to Miami?

Platinum was always
a consolation prize at best.

Now, I start my own empire.

The DJ Rosedragon era begins!

Dean: I did not see that coming.

I'll give him that.

But the fact remains...

No one does
wish to join you, DJ,

so it is a moot point and--

Chelsea?!
Chelsea: I'm gonna go.

I'm sick of you treating me
like I'm a failure,

like my ideas
are just whims.

I need to go where at least
someone's taking me seriously.

Dean: Chelsea, I...
Chelsea: I'm sorry.

But I'm a substantive person.

Dean: I'll have to take
your word for it.

Chelsea: Miami will offer me
a fresh start.

More hot Latino guys, fewer
options for spiritual cults,

empanadas.

Dean: Well...
good luck with your one--

Victoria?!

Victoria: Dean, everything
that Chelsea said --

I need to be appreciated.

For my talents...

my body, and my face.

Chelsea: That's now
how we win anymore, baby.

Victoria: Shh, it's my moment.
Chelsea: Okay.

Victoria: I will be
appreciated in Miami.

Amir: Who am I gonna up-skirt
at the office?

Dean: Baxter?
Andrew: No, Bax. No, no, no.

Baxter: What, I was just
going through a--

Dean: Oh, you were
just moving up.

Baxter: There was a space.
Dean: Oh, I see.

I thought you were going over.
You were just moving.

Baxter: No.
Dean: All right.

Victoria: More gay men in Miami.

Baxter: I know,
there's more competition.

Dean: Why would he care?

What?
Baxter: I'm gay.

Dean: Since when?

Baxter: He was the first person
I came out to.

I mean, he really just
doesn't pay attention.

Glenn: Is it possible to maybe
finish the ceremony

so that we can kiss?

Andrew: I still don't understand
where you're going.

DJ: Will Smith's Miami.

Chelsea: Bienvenidos a...

Baxter: Miami.

DJ: Pitbull's Miami.

Amir: What?

Dean: Don't get too excited
about the Pitbull thing.

DJ: Pitbull's Miami.
Dean: Don't -- DJ!

Stop invoking
the name of Pitbull.

Amir?

You know Pitbull
will never be your friend.

As I walk Chambong walk
inexplicably in a circle,

I find myself wondering,

could it be I was too intent
on cementing my legacy,

so distracted
in my fight with DJ

that I lost sight
of what matters most?

DJ: I cannot wait to start
my own brokerage.

All I need is a teensy loan
from my Papa.

Glenn: I'd like to get
this show back on the road

so I can finally
get nasty with Julianka.

And by nasty,
I mean kiss her tenderly.

Victoria: Seal your windows
and strap down your men, Miami.

Hurricane Victoria
is about to touch down.

Baxter: I will miss those guys,
but I'll always have Andrew.

Andrew: Always.

Hey, is Dr. Chambong okay?

Should we call an actual doctor?

Amir: I'll tell you who
I won't miss in the office

is Victoria.

Strutting around
in her tight dresses

and yelling at me.

Oh, shit!

I'm completely in love with her.

Chelsea:
Since I'm as good as gone,

I feel like it's a safe time
to reveal my name

isn't really
Chelsea Leight-Leigh, it's...

Dean: I don't believe in regrets
or mistakes or what-ifs

or whys or could haves
or should haves.

Mnh-mnh.

♪ I just believe in Platinum ♪

And I believe in myself.

And, yes, I'm fully aware
that I am left with

the worst
and least attractive brokers.