All language subtitles for 30 Rock s07e04 Unwindulax.eng

Come on, put it...
Excuse me.

Out of the way, please.
[Groans]

Hey!

Chill out, mamacita.

What's with the, uh, weekday vibe.

- It is a Tuesday, sir.
- Hey, hey.

You work on that show?

Yeah, I work on that show.

Just like your mom works
that street corner.

I'm sorry, that's too much.

No sweat.
My mom is a prostitute.

Hey! This chick knows
Jenna Maroney!

[Cheering]

Hey! New drinking game!

Drink when someone says something!

Whoo!
[Laughs]

Who are you people?

We're "Crabcatchers."

You know, from Jenna's song
Catchin' crabs in paradise?

[Jamaican-style music]
♪ I caught crabs in paradise

♪ and, yes, I mean both kinds of crabs ♪

Oh, I thought that was
at least gonna be innuendo.

Jenna is playing the Tod show,

in a couple of days,

so we're just camping out
and "unwindulaxing."

Wait, so Jenna's
Jimmy Buffett rip-off

is actually a thing?

See, you people from New York,

you don't know all the stuff
that's going on

in the rest of the country.

Truck races, swamp parties,

mall fires.

I can't believe she's pulling this off.

And I can't believe I'm pulling this off!

Whoo!
[Cheering]

Why do you have a tattoo of a seatbelt?

So I don't get pulled over
when I'm driving shirtless!

[Laughter]

Whoo!

You wanted to see me?

Have I mentioned marisol,

the Mexican sideline reporter
I've been seeing?

Well, since our weekend in Aspen,

she's been put on pelvic rest.

[High-pitched gibberish]
Fast-forward noise.

Marisol was supposed
to attend a fundraiser luncheon

with me today.

It's $10,000 a plate.

And I'll have to eat the ticket unless...

Unless I eat the ticket.

Fancy luncheon, seafood bar.

I'm thinking 75 cents a shrimp,

over three hours,

and split...
Carry 3.75...

[Imitates fast-forwarding]

By the time I'm done,
you'll be making money.

Good. I should warn you,
though,

that it's a Republican fundraiser.

So if you're coming, it won't be

as Liz Lemon, huffpo superuser
and gun-control lunatic.

You'll come as Liz Lemon, my chum.

Chum.
Okay, I like that.

And you'll be able to keep
your opinions to yourself?

Oh, good Lord, Lemon.

You just locked your mouth
and then swallowed the key.

It makes no earthly sense.

Shrimp.

[Laughs hysterically]

[Exciting jazz music]

♪

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30 ROCK
S07 Ep04 - Unwindulax

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[Crowd singing Jenna's song
Catchin' crabs in paradise]

♪ Sunburn's starting to scab ♪

Jenna's crab idiots won't shut up.

Why couldn't she have died
when that rabid dog bit her?

Oh, it wasn't rabid.

I just said that
so they'd have to put it down,

and then I'd be the star
of that dog-food commercial.

I had to walk an extra block

to get around your stupid crabcatchers.

My doctor's have been very clear
about this, Jenna.

If I get moderate exercise, I'm gonna die!

And I'm mad at your success,

but pretending it's something else!

Okay, speaking of me,

how many crabcatchers fiesta crab hats

would each of you like to buy,

at the unbelievable price
of 49.95?

Please. I've had a crab
on my head for free!

I'm lying.

The claws hold your cigarette
while you uncork a "brew-skye."

"Uncork a 'brew-skye'"?

Yeah, you know.

Ka-zap.
Blinky, blinky, blinky, blinky.

Those aren't even the right noises.

Everyone knows you hate stuff like this.

You're maybe the most
high-maintenance bitch

in Hollywood.

Maybe? Who's more?
Who is she?

Okay, cut this crap out,

and get those sunburned "D" -bags
out of the plaza.

Hey, no can will, Pete.

But have an unwindulaxing day...

You medical office
before-pictures.

I've never even seen a crab.

I'm sorry.

I don't need some
Kenyan-born college professor

telling m I didn't build my company.

Because I earned my trust fund

by always being polite to grandfather.

Now, Donaghy, still over at NBC,

with all those communists and homosexuals?

Reginald, I believe you're
thinking of the White House.

[Chuckling] But not for long.

In two weeks, we take this country back.

And no bureaucrat can force me

to subsidize female promiscuity
in the name of health care.

[Mumbled shout]

Are you okay, chum?

Michelle Obama's on steroids.

And this is studio 6-H,

home to TGS, starring Tracy Jordan.

Oh, my God, it's Jenna.

Visor lady, get a picture of me.

What do I...
Press a button?

No, it's different from every
other camera in the world.

God, I can't escape you people.

Whoa, chill out, brother.

It's beer o'clock somewhere.

[Whispers] You're a fraud!

And you look like a condom

that's been dropped
on the floor of a barbershop.

Are you all unwindulaxing?

This guy looks like he could use
a little "latitude" adjustment.

Will you sign my Cesarean scar?

Oh, ahh!
[Liquid splashes]

You moron!

Hey, just a party foul.

Exactly.

That's why I said,
"you more on."

Like, "pour more on me!"

- Whoo!
- Oh, yeah. [Laughs]

Both: Whoo!

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, yeah!

She can't be herself
in front of these losers.

She has to be "Island Jenna,"

which means...

We can mess with her.

We should go to a pumpkin patch?

Pranksmen, activate.

Obama's bailout would never have worked

if big business hadn't
heroically taken it.

But where's our parade?

That's idiotic.

- [Whispers] Lemon!
- No, sir.

You don't have enough shrimp
to buy my silence.

Also, you are out of shrimp.

You know better, Jack.

You all know better.

Except for maybe the really inbred wasps.

You thank for mention gordeau!
[Guffaws]

You're hypocrites.

You believe in the death penalty,

but it's okay to kill animals for food?

I don't know
where I'm going with this yet.

Hang on.
Hang on!

My boyfriend and I aren't married.

But we might have a baby together anyway.

And I hope it's gay...
Male gay.

Because with the ladies,
it's too much hiking.

But homosexuality is unnatural, right?

Then why are there gay dolphins, people?

You heard me.

They make love
to their husband's blowholes.

Let's see that in some science textbooks.

Oh, that's right.

The whole Texas board of education thing

that I don't fully remember.

Teachers should get paid
a million dollars a year.

If birth control pills fixed boners,

you would get them free
with your driver's license.

How do we know that God isn't a tree?

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is Elizabeth Lemon.

And, uh, this is what we're up against.

Four more years of a president

chosen by people like her.

She has an iPad subscription
to The New Yorker.

She vehemently opposes the Ivory Trade,

despite the jobs it creates.

And in her apartment there is
a black-and-white photograph

where you can almost see a breast.

[Gasping]

It's an original Leonard Nimoy.

If we do not defeat Obama,

then people like my little friend here

will destroy this country.

So add a zero to whatever
you were planning to give.

For Romney, for America.

For anyone but her.

What the hell, Jack?

I thought you said I was your chum.

You are my chum.

The bait I throw in the water

to attract the big fish.

Damn it!
Second meaning.

♪ Pour margaritas
sunburn's starting to scab... ♪

Yeah.

Whoa.

What are you douche-compadres
doing here?

Well, Jenna, everyone knows

how you're always so chill.

So, of course, you won't freak out

when you see that Cerie is
wearing that exact same shirt

as a dress.

The belt is a baby's necktie.

[Sighs]

Also, I found a bunch
of your pre-nosejob headshots.

You'll sign them so
I can sell them online, right?

Of course.

'Cause who cares what you look like.

All that counts is what's inside...

Your blender.

[Cheering] I'm glad you feel that way.

'Cause I've always wanted
to give you a haircut.

Mm.

[Laughter] Yeah!

You... virgins, have no idea
who you're messing with.

Whoa, Jenna.

Unwindulax.

Oh, I'm not just Jenna anymore.

I am a God to those crabcatchers,

and they will do whatever I say.

So what?

Oh, I'll tell you so what.

For one thing, if you cross me or my army,

you will never set foot in Florida again.

Because that's our capital.

But I'm judging Spike TV's
Miss Nude divorcee

in Tampa on Christmas Eve.

Oh.

And I was gonna visit MGM studios.

The rides there capture

the thrills and chills of the movies.

And it doesn't end there,

because my people are everywhere.

If you ever want to pick your ball color

at a putt-putt course,

or have your alligator
euthanized humanely,

or fly on delta,

you will back off,

or the crabcatchers will come for you.

Just as soon as it's cool
for them to drive.

It's a gray hoodie.

It say's "who farted?"
On the back.

It's got a bunch of tampons in the pocket.

I don't know what else to tell you.

Lemon, there you are.

Did your girlfriend even cancel?

Or was this more Karl Rove trickery?

Sorry, but I needed you to come, Lemon.

This luncheon is a fundraiser

for my personal super pac

"Americans
for an American America."

I needed to unite the room
around a common enemy.

And Ed Begley Jr.
wasn't available,

because the sail on his car broke.

See, this is why 50.1%
of Americans hate Republicans.

Because you're sneaky and cynical.

Cynical? I think I'm
the very opposite of cynical.

I'm doing everything I can for my beliefs.

And I truly believe that one rich person

can make a difference in this country,

and a roomful of rich people
can... change the world.

Well, I also believe that one
person can make a difference.

With ideas.

[Guffaws] That really is wonderful.

Harold, you have to hear this.
Lemon, say that again.

Ideas are more powerful than money.

[Laughter]

So what are you gonna do
with all this money, Jack?

Buy ad time?

'Cause I'm already on TV every night,

with a little something called TGS.

And we just got nominated for
a stage managers' guild award.

So you may have millions of dollars, sir,

but America will hear my two cents.

[Check rips from booklet]

That's not what people want, Lemon.

Least of all, from their televisions.

They want their honeys boo boo

and their Sunday night feetball,

which is the plural of football.

Americans don't want to think.

That's why they need men like me

to pick their presidents for them.

Wow. Okay.

So, I guess, it's my words
versus your money.

And we'll see who can really
make a difference

in this election.

It's on, Donaghy.

May the best
gender non-specific person win.

Just leave the amount blank, Harold.

[Clattering]

Those are tampons.

Deal with it.

[Crowd singing]

For God's sake, some of us have jobs!

I've got a pile
of 1020-Gs up he

with no travel times on them,

and if I don't...
[Screams]

Listen up, nerds!

Tonight, TGS is about to get real.

We've got 38 minutes of air time...

An hour, if the bowling
tournament ends early...

And we are gonna use it
to get the message out there.

I don't know.

I think we've been
hitting Romney pretty hard.

I guess that's why they call me Mitt.

"Baseball Mitt Romney"
and "Barack a llama"

aren't saying anything.

I want to make a difference.

We got to do something big,
something that'll go viral.

Like that otter
that looked just like Tracy.

Look, we've got the greatest
resource in the world

at our fingertips:
American celebrity.

We get some hot young actor...

Oh, my grandnephew Kellan lutz,

from Twilight, is visiting me.

He's in my office.

I have tolerated your pathological lying

for six years.

If you speak again, I will kill you.

Great-uncle?

Momma's baby is
out of "marsh-mal-lows."

Sweet grandnephew,

I've been warming
more "marsh-mal-lows" for you

in the pocket of my dungarees.

[Whimsical music]

[Laughs]

[Chomps]

Okay, good job, lutz.

Gentlemen, token silent lady,

we have to spend
all of our wonderful money,

and help my hair-mentor,
Mitt Romney,

become the 11th legitimate
President of the United States.

Garrett, what does the campaign need?

Well, as you know,

with pacs like this, we're not allowed

to have direct contact with candidates.

[Guffaws] I'm kidding.

I'm Garrett Romney, Mitt's my dad.

But here's the thing, Jack.

My brother-dad,
which is mormon for "dad,"

has more money
than he knows what to do with.

With all due respect, Garrett,

I don't think that's a thing.

Well, it's just,
at this point in the campaign,

for us, it's more about ideas than cash.

Garrett, I would slap you

if I didn't know you were going
to get your own planet

when you die.

And until your father has
100% of the vote,

I think we can still make a difference.

I mean, look how poorly we're
polling with African-Americans.

Jack, there's no amount
of money that could...

How dare you talk that way
in front of the pile.

[Goofy voice] Aw, thanks, Jack.

There is no problem in the world

that can't be solved
by throwing money at it.

Now, let's change some black minds.

[Crowd singing]

Look what Jenna's goons have done.

Pete's going insane.

The pranksmen are neutered.

We can't let her get away with this.

Well, what can we do?

We're just three nerdy white guys,

and she's got a whole army.

But what if she didn't?

I know what we should do.

Pumpkin patch?

Hi, I'm Hollywood liberal Don Cheadle,

and I supp...

I support Mitt Romney.

Good, continue.

Barack Obama would have you believe

that African-Americans are
better off under his leadership.

But I just got $10 million

for appearing in an ad for Mitt Romney.

So ask yourselves, brothers and sisters,

who's really got your back?

'Cause from where I'm standing,

Mitt Romney is a...

Oh, my dear...

Mitt Romney is a layup.

But don't just take it from me.

Take it from my good friend
the black transformer, jazz.

What's crackin', my homies?

Jazz gets down
with the rom-nizzle.

Oh, my God, does he really
talk like that in the movie?

Paid for by Americans
for an American America.

"Dy-no-mite."

Oh, for heaven's sakes.

That is garbage.

What are you talking about?

That was don cheadle and jazz,
your heroes.

Do you know how expensive that was?

Okay, I get it.

Let me do some, uh, community organizing.

Sir, I am a deputized election monitor,

and when my supervisor Barbara
gets out of her aquarobics class,

she will be hearing about this,

if she's found the hearing aid
she thinks her roommate stole.

[Upbeat music]

In five, four, three, two.
[Applause]

Listen up, America.
[Applause]

Thomas Jefferson once wrote...

[Cheering, screaming and applause]

[Yelling] The greatest danger
to American freedom...

Shut up!
Listen to the words!

[Yelling] Is a government
that ignores the constitution.

Take it off!

No.

[Cheering and screaming]

Whoo!

This is so demoralizing!

In the past 24 hours,

I've spent millions of dollars.

I got B.E.T.
to let Mike Huckabee present

"Best Club Banger"
at the Hip-Hop Awards.

And yet we're still polling
at 0% among African-Americans.

If my money can't make a difference,

I'm moving to Monaco.

- Jack, don't say that.
- I'm serious.

Over there, they solve
all their problems with money.

They use it to put out fires.

Ce feu m'ennuie.

Why should I even bother to vote?

New York will go for Obama
even if I voted a hundred times.

Instead of my usual five.

Maybe you can make a difference

in a battleground state.

Oh, what's the point, Garrett?
You know what?

I'll tell you exactly how this
election is going to play out.

[Cheering on TV]

Hey. I just came in
to see how my friend's doing,

but obviously he went back into
his mouse hole, so, uh...

How are you?

[Scoffs]

Jack was right.
[Cheering stops]

People don't want
an idea bomb dropped on them.

Don't give up.

That is not the Lisa Loeb I know.

Why do I even vote?

New York's gonna go for Obama anyway.

Maybe if I lived in Ohio,
I could make a difference.

Actually, no.

Ohio's definitely going for Romney.

Yeah, you don't know
which way Ohio's going.

But I do.

Liz Lemon,
I've done stand-up

in every state in this country.

I know the people of America.

I know how they think.

I can tell you exactly how
this election is gonna play out.

Everyone knows Romney has

a vacation home in New Hampshire.

What they don't know

is that he hunts humans on that property.

New Hampshire goes to Obama.

Now, North Carolina goes to Romney.

I worked there this summer,

and they are not on board with
a black man lecturing them.

I don't care if it's Obama
talking about health care

or me talking about white butts.

They are different than black butts.

Pennsylvania is Obama's.

The voting machines there
have become sentient.

And, for some reason,

they are strongly in favor
of gay marriage.

But we're not gonna win Wisconsin.

I don't know why.

Ever since Tracy set fire
to Lambeau Field,

Wisconsinites are coming around
on the death penalty.

Wisconsin goes for Romney.

That just leaves...

Florida, the penis of America!

Florida...

The penis of America.

Pete!

We have a scheme to destroy Jenna

and her army of cretins.

For the past seven years,

I've been compiling a supercut

of all of Jenna Maroney's worst moments.

Security footage,
cell phone videos, rehearsals...

All her biggest diva freak-outs
are on this DVD.

When we put this online,

the crabcatchers will see
what a fraud Jenna is.

[Grunting]

Someone get a P.A.
to feed me baby food.

Or I will drop a "D" in the greenroom.

No, Pete! Why?

Last night, after the show...

[Cheering, rhythm instruments jingling]

I went to give them a piece of my mind.

Enjoy, bro.

But before I could...

♪ Slow down

they gave me peace.

♪ Way down

♪ go down to the water

there were no 1020-Gs
down there.

No neck pain.

No fear.

Just easy livin'.

Something you mainlanders
wouldn't understand.

Pete, come on.

Pete's dead.

I'm Panama, now.

Now, like any penis,

Florida is very complicated.

The Cubans in the South...
Very conservative.

I had a lot of expensive cigars
put out on me

in Miami comedy clubs.

But central Florida is dominated

by Jewish retirees, serial killers,

and secretly gay Disney princes,

all of whom love Obama.

Meanwhile...

In Northern Florida...

Huh.

The only crowds I could never figure out

were in Northern Florida.

One week they're laughing at me,

the next week, they're laughing at me.

According to this, the electorate there

is impossible to predict.

It's a combination
of elderly shut-ins,

beach bums...

Both: Bus passengers
who ran out of money...

Swamp people and pirates.

These people don't like
to be told what to do.

They just want
to sit on the beach and drink.

There motto is "unwindulax."

Unwindulax.
[Crowd chanting "Jenna"]

Oh, my God.
[Crowd chanting "Jenna"]

Morning, Crabcatchers.

[Crowd chanting "Jenna"]

You all unwindulaxing?

[Crowd chanting "Jenna"]

One person can make a difference.

[Whispers] And that person is Jenna!

The next president of the United States

will be chosen by...

Jenna Maroney.

To be continued...

Mr. Spider.

Ew, web in my mouth!

Sync and corrected by dr.jackson
for www.addic7ed.com

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Will Jenna Maroney choose the
next leader of the free world?

Will Jack or Liz manipulate her

into doing the thing we just said?

Will Cerie ever wear a piece of clothing

for its intended use?

Will Pete drop the whole "Panama" thing,

and have a totally different story?

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Is Tracy actually a wereotter?

Will Kellan Lutz fill his tummy
with "marsh-mal-lows"?

Will the invisible murderer
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finally strike?

Will NBC's head of promotions
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