All language subtitles for My So-Called Life s01e05 The Zit

So, Sharon's life was, like,
developing...

In thls natural, healthy way.

Whlle my life was, like, clogged.

Oh, yeah, Cherski and Vinnovich.
You didn't know?

I think they met at the game,
probably the big game.

Possibly, the big away game.

Should we be
attending those things?

Please grip yourself.

M ETAMORPHOSIS

What is a metamorphosis?

Brian?

When someone totally changes
into something else...

or just when anything changes shape.

Yes. Now, The Metamorphosis
was written by Franz Kafka.

What does it mean,
to call something Kafka-esque?

Anyone?

Want to take a guess?

When something
seems like a total nightmare...

and you can't believe
it's really happening, only it is.

Can you give me an example
of something Kafka-esque?

Sharon Cherskl having
a boyfrlend and not me.

It has nothing to do with
what anybody said, it's just...

I always knew why I was coming
in here, but if people are going to...

take it wrong and give it this whole
meaning that I never made it to have...

Ashley DeMarco asked me if
you were getting a sex change.

Exactly! I don't want to be a girl.
I just want to hang with girls.

There's a difference.
But, it's definitely gotten out of hand.

So, goodbye leaking faucets,
goodbye soap dispenser...

that never had soap in it,
goodbye too hot radiator.

Oh, Scarecrow,
I think I'll miss you most of all.

- What is this? Oh, my...
- Who was it?

- Did you see him?
- He got away.

You're not going to believe this.
Sophomore Girls. The top 40.

What?

Okay, the first one's obvious.
Hottest sophomore babe, Casey Hall.

Casey Hall is, like,
the prettiest girl In our class.

Maybe even In the whole school,
maybe even In Amerlca.

I see her in Sociology.
She's always flipping her hair around.

That's one term for it.
Will you look at this? Best butt.

- Who?
- Leslie Godfrey.

That's no lie, she sits in
front of me in homeroom.

- Best legs.
- Jennifer Kamensky?

- In what universe?
- It's who you know.

Have you viewed her ankles?
Her ankles are like hams.

- Wait, Sharon Cherski.
- Who? Oh, Angela's ex.

- Oh, God.
- Well, they are quite sizable.

If I had a set like that,
I'd own a small country.

Things like this make me sick.

Stop reading it, it's stupid.

It's less than stupid. Who asked them?
What gives them the right to decide...

- Oh, my God, Angela! I'm on it!
- What?

"Most Slut Potential." Do you love it?

- Don't worry. You're not on it.
- I don't care...

if I'm on it or not,
that's not the point.

I just meant you don't get noticed.
You blend in.

Unlike, say, me,
who basically never will.

Potential slut, now where do people
get that kind of idea about me?

Research.

I can't even say what this is.
Does this make you mad?

No, I have the right to live
my own life. Anyway, it's a goof.

Who are they to say that?

I mean, I don't want people
saying that about you.

Or maybe about you,
because we're friends.

Rayanne, that's not it.

Or maybe It was kind of It.

Sharon, would you play the
tweifth bar of 23 for us, please?

Your tone lacks kind of a center.
Could you smile at the instrument...

and turn up the corners
of your mouth a little bit more?

Yes. All right,
let's try it again, please, at 23.

Two bars, two, ready, go!

Okay, put them away!

Brian, what's going on?

- You mean about the poll?
- What poll?

Brian, what poll?

I don't know. I mean...

I don't condemn it,
but I don't condone it.

Okay, so I have a zit.
I have a zit on my chin.

It's not the end of the world. Exactly.

Angela!

Camille called me at work today,
can you guess why?

- I know why.
- Why?

Oh, Mom.

You know we had a
wonderful time last year.

You and Sharon had a great time.

- What was the wonderful time?
- The mother-daughter fashion show.

Mom, I'm not friends
with Sharon anymore, okay?

- What fashion show?
- The church one.

Mom sewed the dresses
and they looked like nightgowns.

- No, they didn't.
- They kind of did, Patty.

I'll get a nicer pattern this year.

And it's going to be better, it's to
benefit the battered women's shelter...

and they're holding it
in a real ballroom.

I can't believe
you're making me do this.

- I can't believe you don't want to.
- I'll do it.

Sweetheart, it's really for girls who
are a little bit older than you are.

- I know. I don't really want to do it.
- The only reason you want to go...

is because everyone
told you how great you looked.

'Did you ever model professionally? '

'I can't believe you have a
teenage daughter, because you look... '

- 'so young! '
- 'so young! '

I'm so glad that I can serve
to amuse you all in this way.

Are you actually going to sew
matching outfits again?

Of course, that's the whole idea.
Besides, the sewing will relax me.

- Normally makes you curse.
- It's so sick.

Dad, don't you think
matching outfits is sick?

No, it's not sick.
It's unbelievably corny, maybe.

I don't think it's so corny.
What is corny?

You know, I really don't
ask a lot of you, Angela.

I'm asking you to do this
one very worthwhile thing...

that we've enjoyed before.
Is that so much to ask?

Okay, I'll do it.

Look, I know what
you're going to say...

but if I don't do things like this with
her now, I mean, if not now, when?

In a few years,
she'll be gone and never phone...

and tell some psychology major
how I never spend any time with her.

Not to mention that this is
a worthy cause, and we were always...

telling them how important it is
to be involved in the community...

and give something back,
but we never do anything about it.

And is it really so terrible to
involve her in something where she...

may possibly gain a little poise
and end up ultimately feeling better...

Is this a private conversation,
or can anyone join?

I just feel very
strongly about this.

Plus, you will be
the prettiest mom there.

It's not a question of who's prettiest.

Besides, look at me.

Patty, it was just a compliment.
A simple thank you will suffice.

Sorry.

I mean, you can't pretend
you don't notice.

Notice what, he hedged.

That my face is changing.

That I have lines that don't go away
when I stop smiling.

I didn't... it's not...

They don't bother me, Patty. What?

- You admit you noticed.
- I admit to nothing.

Ah-ha, yourself.

What?

- Ready to go?
- Yes.

So, are you doing this
fashion thing, or whatever...

this... this fundraiser?

Because my mom said you were
and I just wondered.

So that's how it is now?
I can't even ask you a question?

Excuse me for
daring to speak to you.

Excuse me, but just because you
suddenly decide I'm worth talking to...

Guess what, I changed my mind.
You're not.

Go squeeze your zit.

And congratulations on the poll.

You didn't know? You're on it.

They both are.

I can't believe you didn't know.

God, I love other people's beds!

So, who's into the pillows,
you or Graham?

Now, this is one
I'd really like to make but...

- I think I'd look pretty stupid in it.
- Why?

It'd be good for Angela but maybe
there's something in here I can copy.

This girl is everywhere.
Perfect face, perfect body. I hate her.

Speaking of perfect bodies...

I'm in shock Angela
agreed to do this again.

Why?
Our relationship isn't that terrible.

It's not about
your relationship...

I just didn't think she'd be
into this kind of thing anymore.

It was all I could do to
get Sharon to agree to it.

Especially after that stupid poll.

What, you didn't hear
about the poll?

We don't hear much.
We live in the back.

Well, it seems that this group of
hormonally-challenged boys...

created this charming little
document rating the sophomore girls.

And Sharon got voted,
Best Global Endowments.

No!

Breaks my heart.
She's so self-conscious now.

I can't believe Angela
never mentioned this.

- She's probably not on it.
- Right.

- No, she's better off.
- Definitely.

I mean, yes, you're right.
She probably wasn't.

God, it took me
right back to high school.

I was so self-conscious
about my weight.

Camille, you were not that overweight.

Patty, I was fat.

I mean, even senior year,
when I lost all that weight...

I still felt really fat.

But you know what? I'm glad now...

I mean, not looking
that great in high school?

I had nowhere to go but up.

I got to tell you,
now, after all these years...

I actually like the way I look.
And that's all that matters.

I like how she looks in her video.
But here, she's just hideous.

I know, I mean,
what is it with her eyebrows?

No, look at her knees.
They're so pointy.

- Aren't you hot in that sweatshirt?
- No.

- Are you going to that party tonight?
- What party?

That girl in my Math class
is throwing one.

Yeah, it's going to be fun.

The worst feeling is suddenly
reallzing that you don't measure up.

And that In the past, when you
thought you dld? You were a fool.

- Can I have a towel.
- Yes, just a second.

What? I'm not allowed
in here, either? Jeez.

They've been holding hands
for, like, two weeks.

I'm serious,
they never let go. I mean...

it's like their hands have been
surgically implanted, you know?

I mean, how do they eat?

Not that I condemn it, I mean,
if they want to hold hands.

No, exactly.

I mean, it's fine with me just...

I'm just wondering when
all this happened, you know?

Do I.

I mean, people
pairing off into couples.

It's like I wasn't expecting it,
or something.

Like did we cover this?
Was I absent that day?

You know I was.

I got to go to practice.

What? Does my breath smell?

So, what do you guys
talk about at practice?

What?

Just give me an idea
of the topics of your friends.

What's the hot topic of conversation?

There's no topics. I mean,
I don't know what you mean.

Like you don't know about the poll?

Because you know
who did it, right? I mean...

I mean, it was you
and your jock friends, wasn't it?

Yes, I know some of
the guys who did it.

But, I mean, I wasn't there.

So does it really bother you,
or something?

Guess how many people have asked me
out since that stupid poll came out.

- What people?
- Guess.

What, people I know?

Eight people have asked me out, Kyle.
Okay? Since Tuesday.

- Who, Wally Hennessey?
- You must really think I'm stupid.

- Who is asking you out?
- You know, even before the poll...

I had my suspicions
that you were just...

that you didn't really,
like, actually like me.

I mean, I mean for real.

So, good. Okay. I know why
you asked me out now.

The big mystery is all
cleared up now, so, goodbye.

Wait. Sharon, hold it.

You're breaking up with me?
Because of what it said on some poll?

You're so perceptive.

Maybe we should
browse here for a second.

Yes, good idea.

Pretty girl.

- You're the mother?
- Yes.

Lovely skin.

What?

- He said you have lovely skin.
- Yes, right.

Angela, thank you will suffice.

We've entered a mother-daughter
fashion show together.

- We? You entered us.
- You know, I do makeovers.

I could do one for her for the
fashion show, if you're interested.

- Really? That might be fun, right?
- You think I need a makeover?

I didn't say you need it,
I said... Never mind.

Anyway, here.
In case she changes her mind.

Oh, this product is amazing!

All those tiny lines around your eyes,
it actually smoothes them.

- Did you want me to ring that up?
- Yes.

Turn on the radio, what do you hear?

Twenty five cheerleaders
doing a cheer!

Could you not do that? It makes it
very hard for me to concentrate.

- Angela, come here. I need your help.
- Mom, come on.

No, what come on?
I have to hold something up to you.

- I have to finish The Metamorphosis.
- This will only take five seconds.

Turn around.

I really love this fabric.
Don't you love it?

- Couldn't you just eat it?
- I'm not hungry.

See, I want to get a
kind of a Mary Quant look.

- Mary who?
- I love the fabric.

And I was thinking
we could try this kind of a...

- French twist type of thing.
- Mom, please don't touch my hair.

What? Come on, cooperate!
I mean, we're supposed to be...

doing this together,
that's the whole point.

Did you put some of that
cream on your pimple?

- Mom!
- Let me see!

Yuck!

Mom, can we not talk
about my skin, please?

You know what
you really should do?

Soak a washcloth in some
steaming hot water...

apply is very gently to your chin.

- Mom!
- What?

I'm trying to help. What is wrong?

Just the word "swab. "

Mom, I may not want to do this.

Mom?

Do you have any idea, how much time
and effort I've already put into this?

- Mom?
- And it's going to be fun.

And you haven't even
given it a chance.

- What is it, honey?
- Nothing.

Never mind. I mean, okay, I'll do it.

Who taught you, please, who taught
you to hate the texture of your halr?

Who taught you
to hate the color of your skin...

to such extent that you bleach,
to get like the white man?

Who taught you to hate
the shape of your nose...

and the shape of your Ilps?

Who taught you to hate yourself,
from the top of your head...

to the soles of your feet?

Who taught you to hate your own kind?

Who taught you to hate
the race that you belong to?

So much so, that you don't
want to be around each other.

You know, before you come asking
Mr. Mohammed, does he teach hate?

You should ask,
who yourself who taught you...

to hate being what God gave you.

When Gregor Samsa woke up
one morning from unsettling dreams...

he found himself
changed Into a monstrous vermin.

"What's happened to me?", he thought.

It was no dream.

He thought how simple everything
would be If he could get some help.

There's something the matter
with him, hls mother sald.

There's certainly
something wrong with him...

even though he sald thls morning
that there wasn't.

How something like thls,
could just take a person by surprlse.

"My God!", crled hls mother
already In tears.

Hurry, get the doctor!
Dld you hear Gregor talking?

That was the voice of an animal.

Sharon.

What are you doing?

The latest dance craze.

Stop! What are you doing?
Kyle, what are you? Kyle...

Give me back my shoe!
Give me my shoe back, come on.

Sorry, I was just...
I was just... never mind.

What? Who's in there?

Sharon and that guy.

So what? Were they kissing?
Or more than kissing?

He was, like...

making her beg for her shoe.

I never heard of that.

- Just listen to me.
- Give me my shoe back, Kyle.

I will. If you'll listen. Okay?

Now first off, I'm not just
interested in you because you...

because of how you look?
It's what got my attention, I admit.

But it's not the whole reason.

Okay? That's it.

Here's your shoe back.

- So what's the whole reason?
- What?

Tell me why you wanted
to go out with me. And be specific.

Because... This is embarrassing.

Good.

Your smile...

I mean, I like it.

Good, next.

You are...

usually in a good mood.
Unlike now.

Anything else?

It seemed like you liked me.

- I did.
- You did, or do?

It's not just what you've got...

it's your whole... It's you.

But I must admit,
I'm happy you have them.

Why aren't you?

I'm working on it.

See the Egyptians, they wore
eyeliner to ward off the evil spirits.

They believed that
if they outlined their eyes...

that the good spirits
would spot them easier.

I read it in a book.
So that's why I tried it.

- The eyeliner, I mean.
- So you believe in evil spirits?

No, I'm Catholic.
Basically, I just like how it looks.

Okay.

That kind of makes sense, I guess.

It had become the focus of everything.

It was all I could feel,
all I could think about.

It blotted out the rest of
my face, the rest of my life.

Like the zit had become
the truth about me.

My hair is so hard to control.
You're so lucky...

you've got that kind of hair
you don't even have to bother with.

Oh, my gosh, look at those
dark circles under my eyes.

I am so tired.

I went out late dancing with
my boyfriend every night this week.

Lucky you. You look like you
get a good night's sleep, every night.

I have to go places with him
and listen to him tell me how he's...

always thinking about me,
and how he gets jealous all the time.

- Do you have a boyfriend?
- No.

Oh, my gosh, you are so lucky.

What are you doing here?

That's a good question. I don't know.

I don't have to go
to the bathroom... ever.

Angela! Come on, let's go.

Stop screwing around
and just pop it, okay?

So you can get on with your life!

But won't popping it cause a scar?

Anything causes a scar.
Living causes a scar.

My mother has a humongous scar
from having me.

Does that mean that I
should of never been born?

So you're saying, pop it?

I got to go.

Don't put concealer on it.
It just clogs your pores worse.

Just pop it!

- Nice stitching.
- Thank you.

- I hate basting, it drives me nuts.
- Me, too.

Nice design.
It reminds me of Mary Quant.

- Say good night.
- Good night.

What? You hate it.

I don't hate it.
So, can I take it off now?

What is it? What is the matter?

- Nothing. It's just, we look like...
- Like what?

Like some kind of warped version
of "The Patty Duke Show".

Get it, Patty Duke? Patty?

Okay...

Take the dress off. Take it off. Now.

- Mom?
- No, you are clearly...

not comfortable with this,
I'm not clear why.

- You always enjoyed it in the past.
- I haven't enjoyed it all that much.

I don't understand why not.
I would think that you would...

welcome the opportunity
to dress up, to look your best.

- Who am I looking my best for?
- For you! Of course, this is for you.

- I mean, I don't...
- Mom, just face the facts, okay?

What facts?

That I'm ugly, okay?

Just face it. I have.

How can you say that?
How can you possibly...

By looking in the mirror, okay?

By looking at you,
at the way you look at me.

How do I look at you?

By the way you instruct me on how to
wash my face so I don't get zits.

Like you have to fix me.
Like you're ashamed of me.

No, Angela, sweetheart, no.

Because you expect me
to be beautiful...

because you're beautiful.

Well, I'm sorry. I'm not.

I'm just not.

- I completely messed up.
- I know.

I made it this issue.
I took all the fun out of it.

I put exactly the wrong kind of
pressure on her and I just...

- You lost perspective.
- Completely lost perspective...

and I wish someone could tell me why.

I guess it's because,
you were kind of...

caught up with something.

You know, something unconscious
and sort of overpowering...

something that kind of prevented you
from acknowledging her insecurities.

Who asked you?

No, you're right.

Obviously, this fashion show business
really means something to you.

It's like you need it, it's like
some kind of approval that you're...

I don't know, kind of starved for.

And that maybe I can't give you
because I'm just one person...

not, you know, the world.

- So you're flossing again?
- I'm trying to, yeah.

Well, I blew it.
She feels terrible about herself.

And my timing couldn't have been
worse. The poor thing's...

former best friend is voted Ms. Bosom,
and all she gets is a pimple.

- That part's probably my fault.
- What?

I'm kidding. My fault genetically.
I probably handed pimples down to her.

Please, Graham, everybody
gets pimples in high school.

- You didn't.
- I did to.

Right. I remember now. That one!

Come on.
My face was an Italian entree.

You had one, one pimple.
Like this single, perfect rose.

So now, the tables
have turned, haven't they?

I mean, l, like all women,
am becoming less and less attractive...

in the eyes of the world, more and more
expendable as I grow older...

while you, like all men, are considered
more desirable and more attractive...

the older you get.

Of course, you'll die sooner.

That's right. Well, we'd better
have sex right now, then.

You really have no clue
how attractive you are, do you?

- I'm not attractive.
- Me neither.

You think there's
anybody in this world...

who really believes
that they're beautiful?

RuPaul.

What?

What?

I just can't believe you
even know who RuPaul is.

I can't believe you do.

RuPaul strikes me as pretty secure.

- What? What?
- Nothing. I...

You're just pretty surprising
for somebody I've known forever.

Well, right back at you.

- Where's the teacher?
- It's Rinaldi.

Half the time, he doesn't show so...

Hey, you know that paragraph
we have to write about that bug guy?

- The Metamorphosis?
- Yes, that.

It was due already.

I know. I got extended. They said
if I don't turn something in...

then they're going to
stick me back in Remedial...

which I'm just,
you know, not in the mood...

to be treated like dirt.

So what happens after he turns bug?
I mean, how does it end?

He dies. They basically kill him.

- They who?
- Wait, what book is this?

- Wait, who kills him, exterminators?
- No, his family.

- So, he never turns back?
- No, and they turn on him.

But why?

Because, he's a giant cockroach.
And they can't handle it.

They're repulsed, so they abuse him...

they starve him...

but what it seems
like when you're reading it...

is that he dies from loneliness.

It seems possible.

Wait. So, if they're starving him
then why doesn't he just leave?

What's he going to do?
Check into a motel? He's a cockroach.

Hey, Roach Motel.

The point is,
he's the same person inside.

No matter what he looks like.

All the same, if I were him,
I'd be out of there, so fast.

Out of where? Come here,
I was looking for you.

So, Krakow, how come
you never ask me over anymore?

She wants you, go for it.

So, getting back to that
metamorphosis story...

it's made up, right?

So, look...

Are you doing
this fashion show thing?

Because my mom keeps holding
it up to me that you are.

I was, but I'm not.

- So, are you?
- No.

But my mom still thinks we are.
She's, like, in denial or something.

Why do girls have to
tear each other down?

I guess because they're jealous.

I mean, I was...

of you,
for having what you have.

Do you know how many times this
week I wished I had what you had?

- But I don't have anything.
- Exactly.

Well, this really makes sense.

I guess it just all
boils down to what they used to...

- Drill into us at Girl Scouts.
- What, sell more cookies?

No! No, you know...

what you are, is, no wait,
what your gift is...

No. What you have
is God's gift to you.

Right. To you. And what you...

do with what you have,
is your gift to God!

Right! Exactly.

I can't believe you
actually remember that.

Please, are you kidding me?
We have Girl Scout cookies...

from three years ago
in our garage.

Hi. Where have you been?

So, was she
bragging about Kyle?

No.

- If you want to be friends with her...
- I don't.

Maybe you do, after all,
she's not a slut yet.

You know what?

How many guys you do
or do not sleep with...

is so none of my business.

It has nothing to do with
our friendship, okay?

Okay.

Turn on the radio, what do you hear?

Twenty five
cheerleaders doing a cheer.

Firecracker, firecracker,
boom boom boom.

We've got the muscle,
he's just got the brain.

A girl's got the sexy legs,
so we win the game!

- Turn on the radio, what do you hear?
- Danielle, cut it out!

You have recited the same mindless,
sexist cheer, like, fifty times.

It's not sexist. The girls win.
Just because Mom's mad at you...

because you don't
want to do the fashion show.

I know she really
wanted you to.

Yes, it's her dream that I
magically turn into this perfect...

pretty daughter that she can
show off and take all the credit for.

- Too bad. I don't quite measure up.
- Well, you do. More than I do.

- What?
- It's true. I mean, face it.

Who does she pick to do it with?

I mean, not that I really
wanted to do it that much.

I'll get Danielle headed towards bed.

- I'm sorry.
- Why?

Because, I wasted your time.

No, you didn't. I...

I think that I...

needed you up there with me too much.

More than I want to need it.

Look at you.

Look at how you looked.

Yes, well.

That was then, this is now.

But, look at you.
So, did you love being pretty?

I don't know.

I don't think I ever really
let myself know I was.

I was always really careful not to
seem stuck up or vain or confident.

And I look at a
picture like that and I see...

my God, I was pretty.

I was so pretty. I just wish that
I had been able to enjoy it.

That's...

All I want for you is...

to enjoy what you really are.

Mom, do you have any cotton swabs?

Millions.

So what are we going to do
about the fashion show?

I called Camille, and
she's going to try to find...

another mother-daughter team
to model our dresses.

Mom?

I think I know one.

THREE RIVERS
WOMEN'S SHELTER

- Hi.
- Hi.

Sometimes It seems like we're all
living In some kind of prison.

And the crime is
how much we hate ourselves.

It's good to get really dressed up,
once In a whlle.

And admit the truth.

That when you really look closely...

people are so strange
and so compllcated...

that they're actually beautiful.

Posslbly even me.

- Look, it's Sharon.
- Oh, come on.

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