All language subtitles for Dr. Ken - 02x09 - D.K.s New Girlfriend.AVS.English.C.edit.Addic7ed.com

I'm just saying, every
time you order a beet salad,

you don't have to ask the waiter,

"Excuse me. Are these beets by Dre?"

I know I don't have to,

but a good comedian goes the extra mile.

- Listen.
- What?

This is what 3:00 sounds like.

So peaceful.

So, half day, house to ourselves.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

We are gonna nap so hard right now.

I call little spoon.

You don't have to call
it anymore. It's assumed.

Ah! This place is a mess.

Does your dad have to leave
his socks hanging on the couch?

Enough of your rules, Allison.

He can't leave his socks on the couch.

He can't nap in our bed.

Has there been any talk
of an end to his "visit"?

I thought you were in a
good place with my dad.

Don't get me wrong. I-I love him,

and he saved Thanksgiving,

but just because you're in
a good place with lasagna

doesn't mean you want
to eat it every night.

Well, not your lasagna.

Oh, come on! His shoes?!

What's with him?

You're one to talk, leaving
your bra lying around.

That's not my bra.

Oh, hey.

You two are supposed to be at work.

Hey, where'd... oh, hello.

Uh, this is Linda.

Linda, Ken, Allison.

Uh, hi. It's nice to meet you.

Nope. I'm a hugger.

Oh.

I got a pretty solid
lead on that bra mystery.

Busted.

Dad, um, can we talk about this?

You know, I'm just gonna...

You... I need to... no... no excuse.

Sorry. I didn't think anybody was home.

Next time, we'll hang out at Linda's.

Is she that Realtor you were
with at The Cheesecake Factory?

Yeah. She's my girlfriend.

Girlfriend? Since when?

Uh, five weeks ago, closed on condo,

three weeks ago, closed on Linda.

Great. I'm glad you're
getting out there, but, uh...

Look, all I'm saying is just, you know,

show some consideration. That's all.

Okay, I got it, Dad.

Yeah. Oh, clever, 'cause you're my dad.

But what do you say we
shut down the sex grotto?

Or you can stay out of my business.

Whoa, Dad, I'm not trying to
upset you, but, um... okay.

If you're gonna go there,
uh, you're in my house,

so, actually, it is my business.

Oh. Is that how it is?

Oh, I didn't... that
you were still... I...

I'm telling you, Allison,
something's off with my dad.

I know what you mean. He
hasn't been himself lately.

But that doesn't make it okay
that we walk into the house

and find him in the middle of...

- Go ahead.
- In the middle of what?

Uh entertaining a lady friend.

- Ooh!
- Ooh!

You got to back this story up.

No, actually, I was talking to Ken.

Yeah, guys, this is kind of personal.

I'll fill you in over lunch.

Oh, my God.

Molly wants to hang out tomorrow.

She never does that anymore.

I know what this is.

She needs her Mama Bear.
Ah. Classic cub call.

Well, I know you like being needed.

I mean, that's why you married me.

You know what? I'm
gonna make this special.

We're gonna have a spa day.

Ooh! Who's gonna have a spa day?

- Oh, just me and Mo...
- Just, uh... just Allison and Molly.

Yeah.

But fun. Which spa?

I don't know. Burke Williams.

- Ooh.
- What are you gonna get... a facial,

a massage?

Maybe a little manicure?

Hey, you do dishes for a family of five

and try and keep a top coat on
for more than three days, okay?

- You are so right.
- That's on us for sure.

She does not do dishes
for a family of five.

Please. They order in like every night.

Hey, any chance "Papa Bear"
gets in on that spa action?

You can't. You're taking Dave

to the Glendale Jazz Festival, remember?

Ah, right.

Jazz... rock 'n' roll's
comatose little brother.

Hey, Ken, I couldn't help but overhear

that you're, uh, going to
the Glendale Jazz Festival.

Yeah.

Ah, well, slap my knee
and call me Kathy. Me, too.

"Kathy"?

You actually like jazz?

Oh, yeah. Jazz and I
have a lot in common...

aimless, more loved in another era,

best enjoyed by drunk
people in New Orleans.

Well, I'll see you at the concert.

So, what is it you wanted to talk about?

Nothing. I just wanted to hang out.

Come on. It's Mama Bear.

We're in the safe cave.

Well, I'm a little unnerved
by whatever that was.

Okay.

Well, if anything comes
up, just let me know.

This is our day, just you and me.

- Hey, ladies.
- Where's the party?

What are you guys doing here?

Okay, okay.

- So, you mentioned a spa day yesterday.
- Mm-hmm.

And you know that thing
where somebody says, "Banana,"

and then somebody else says,
"Banana," and you just...

you think to yourself, "Oh,
my God, I want a banana"?

Well, that happened.

- He's drunk.
- We both are, but just...

- No, just a little bit.
- Just a brunch drunk.

Whoo! Whoo!

All right, Dave, let's go, buddy.

Each one of these guys gets a solo?

I've got to be back at work next week.

Dad, I feel like jazz
might not be your thing.

What? No.

Who needs structure?

Run free, music! Run free!

If you want to go, maybe
Pat can take me home.

Oh, no, I couldn't do that.

I wouldn't mind,

'cause you're kind of
harshing our jazz buzz

with your downer vibes.

I don't know.

I feel like I should stick around.

Oh, even the bass gets a solo?

Have fun, guys.

So...

being a kid...

how's that going?

We can just listen to the music.

Excellent.

Dad, what are you doing?

Moving out.

Linda and I decided to live together.

After three weeks?

What do you even know about this woman?

I don't know.

She's pretty. Oh, and
she likes mermaids.

Okay, so, you're moving in
with someone you barely know?

I know she said she'd love to
have me... unlike some people.

What?

You said the other
day, "This is my house."

You're right.

You and Allison don't want me.

I'm a burden.

Okay, calm down, Dad. That's not true.

Oh, yeah? I heard you talking about me.

"When is he gonna leave?"

Huh?

Son, I get it.

I'm not the easiest guy to have around.

I butt in, have card
games without asking.

I get on everybody's nerves.

You'll be happier without me.

This isn't like you, Dad. What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong. What's wrong with you?

Look, we... we do want you here.

It's just a boundary issue. That's all.

No boundary issues if I'm not here.

Problem solved.

Dad, can I just say one thing?

What?

You packed our remote.

I know. It's universal.
Linda's is broken.

I don't pack randomly.

Dad...

Mm. Ah.

Excuse me. Hi.

Not to be all clich�,
but is this seat taken?

Well, not to be all eager,

but, thank God, no. Please sit down.

So, are you guys enjoying the show?

Does Squash Perkins blow a stanky oboe?

That's a jazzy "yes."

Oh, you two are so cute together.

Ah?

Thank you.

Oh, I'm a single parent,
too, and I also adopted.

My son's with his grandma right now,

just in case you were wondering,

"What's Megan doing
alone at a jazz festival

talking to a cute guy and his son?"

Oh, okay. I'm sorry.

I assumed that you were
adopted and you were his father.

I thought we were in the same boat.

Well, ahoy...

is my nautical way of saying
he is definitely my son.

What do you say?

- Ah.
- May I have a word with you, Dad?

Sure.

Uh, well, uh, permission to go ashore?

Uh, granted.

Ah.

What?!

What was that?

What? Look, I panicked, all right?

I thought it would make her like me,

and I think I like her, so
could you just play along?

Fine. I'll be your wingboy.

Ah, great.

Ooh. Grr!

But please, no more noogies.

Don't talk back to your dad.

- Would you like a callous remover?
- I'm good.

No. She needs it. Sand them, Vivian.

Well, another boundary trampled.

Remind me to invite them
to my next mammogram.

I thought you liked Clark and Damona.

That's not the point.

At work, anytime something
personal comes up,

it's like we're on a talk show...

and not even a one-on-one,
like with Ellen.

They're a frickin' panel.

Well, think of it this way...

you're new, and they're trying
to show you they like you.

It's like when a cat
brings you a dead mouse,

except instead of a dead mouse,

it's unsolicited advice about your feet.

Although, he wasn't wrong.

But if you accept the dead mouse

instead of always putting up walls,

they'll know you like them, too.

You're pretty insightful.

I am my mother's daughter.

So what else you got?

I'm in the zone. Hit me.

No, no, no, no. We're here to relax.

Okay.

Okay, since I moved to the HMO,

I feel like I'm stuck in
this giant bureaucracy.

Instead of spending
more time with patients,

I have to go to meetings,
constant meetings.

Need a vacation day? Meeting.

Out of toilet paper? Meeting.

Need to schedule a meeting? Meeting.

I had to be in early Monday
for a meeting meeting!

And on top of that...

Yo, we just took another
couple's couples massage.

Yeah, so, if anyone
asks, we're the Del Toros.

Hey, Allison, I didn't
want to bother you,

but Clark and Damona aren't
available for some reason.

Anyway, my dad and I got into a thing

and it escalated and he moved out

and went to live with
that... that Realtor.

I don't know what his deal is.

Even worse, he made off with our remote.

Yeah. I tried to distract
myself by watching TV,

but I had to get up like five
times to change the channel,

and... and my hammies are on fire.

I don't know what to do.

Wait. I do know what to do.

I got to get him back.

I also got try to get
my remote back, too,

but no promises. Got to pick my battles.

Oh, and we're out of
yogurt. Love you. Bye.

That was something.

Wow. Well, it was great
getting to know you.

Oh, hey, uh, why don't we
stick around, order some dinner?

Oh, I'd love to.

You sure you guys don't have plans?

No, no, no. Um, Dave's
game got canceled.

Did it ever.

Great. I'd love to.

Let me just check in with my son first.

That sounds like something I'd do.

Oh, boy.

Seriously? Dinner?

Oh, come on, Dave.

It's not every day that a
pretty woman at a jazz festival

likes me for having
an adopted Asian child.

But how are we gonna pull this off?

It'll be just like jazz. We improvise.

And then at a certain point,
you're gonna go home, and...

and I'm gonna do my solo.

Fine, but I just have to text
my dad to make sure it's okay.

All right. Remind him I'm his boss.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So, Dave, your game got canceled.

What sport are you playing?

- Uh, Little League.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, Jesse plays Little League, too,

but, you know, during baseball season.

Yeah, well, he meant Little League...

- Fencing.
- Fencing.

There's a fencing league?

It's little.

Yeah. Thus, little league.

Am I right?

The parking is ridiculous,
the elevators are slow...

thank you... and in the cafeteria,

they write "tacos" with an apostrophe

like there's someone named Taco
and something belongs to him.

It's okay, Mom. I get it.

All but one of those
things seem really hard.

I guess I'm just wondering

if joining the HMO was the right move.

Are you kidding?

It was definitely the right thing.

Really?

Yeah. When you were in private practice,

we never got to see you.
You were always on call.

Now, when you're off,
you're off, like today,

and we get to spend it together.

I'm going to college
soon, and I'll miss this.

Oh, honey.

My little cub has become a mama bear.

Mm.

I can't find my slipper.

What's happening here?

Oh, we're not...

You know what, Clark?

My amazing daughter
was helping me realize

that, by moving to the HMO,

she and I can spend more
quality time together.

Yeah, I feel like that's something

you guys should keep between you.

- We have a situation.
- What?

The actual Del Toros showed up.

Girls, bye.

Ken.

What are you doing here?

I need to talk to you.

Are you alone?

Yeah, Linda's showing a house
in Tarzana, priced to sell.

Should be multiple offers.

Damn.

She really does like mermaids.

Look, I'm sorry we hurt your feelings.

That's on us.

We weren't trying to push you away.

I mean, you're a big part of our lives.

You helped Dave adjust to middle school.

You were a hero on Thanksgiving.

And you're Molly and
Dave's favorite grandparent.

You're by no means a burden.

So, please... come back?

I don't know.

You've been really sensitive

and irritable and all over the place.

What's going on?

I'm in my 70s, living
in my son's guest room.

It's not where I thought I'd
be at this point in my life.

I'm independent guy,
not some feeble old man.

I know what this is.

I've seen it before
in some of my patients.

You're having what's
called a later-life crisis.

Crisis? No. I don't have crisis.

No. It's just a term. It's
common as people get older.

You're a little lost, lonely.

You're feeling the
loss of your marriage.

I know things weren't
perfect with your mother,

but at least with
her... I knew who I was.

I don't like feeling this way.

It's not fun.

I know, but... you're
gonna get through it,

and you'll find yourself again.

And in the meanwhile,
why not do it with us...

and, most importantly, with me?

What about you guys
complaining about me?

Hey, if people who got complained about

weren't allowed in the house,
I'd be the first one on the curb.

Let's go home.

Yes, sir.

Besides, this place is terrible...

mermaids everywhere, but no Wi-Fi.

I ain't got time for that.

And Linda's gonna be
okay with you leaving?

Yeah. I play hard to get.

Makes her crazy.

Uh, crazier.

Oh, let me.

Yeah.

Thank you.

So, how old was Dave when
he came to live with you?

- 4.
- 1.

4 and 1.

Which is 5.

Yeah. 5 months. He was 5... 5 months.

Ah, shrimp, son?

I really shouldn't,

you know, because I'm deathly allergic.

Ah, it's just a little one. Come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa. Are you kidding me?

What?

I'm sorry, but right now you are acting

like a terrible parent, and
for me, that is a red flag.

Oh.

Well, good news... he's not my kid.

See?

I'm not a bad parent.

I'm just a bad liar.

Ugh. Why do I keep meeting these creeps?

First I'm infertile, and now this?

Being Megan is the worst.

- Aw, Megan, come on.
- Oh, creep!

Megan...

Ohh.

Well, I think we both knew
how that song was gonna end.

You don't have to pretend
to have an adopted Asian son

to get people to like you.

Thanks, Dave.

No one's ever said that to me before.

I guess I just want to be
in a relationship, you know?

Sometimes I even think
about having kids.

But after today's cluster-munch...

Well, you're responsible enough
that my dad trusted you me.

True.

And while you don't
have all the qualities

I've come to associate with a father,

like petulance and
unchecked narcissism...

I think you'd be a great dad.

Well, thanks, Dave. Thanks a lot.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

Maybe there is hope
for me as a parent yet.

Oh, shrimp?

Oh, right, not your thing.

Right, right.

Can you turn it down?

Oh, sure.

You just made it brighter.

Oh, damn it.

Looking for this?

I, uh, stopped off and
got you new batteries.

Thanks.

No. Thank you.

You know what?

It's the right thing
that he's back here.

You sure you're okay with this?

Yeah, I'm fine, 'cause today I realized

it feels pretty great when
your kid wants to be with you.

And I'm never gonna be the one

to take that feeling away from your dad.

Aww, thanks.

It's been a weird day.

I was there for my dad.

Molly was there for you.

I guess sometimes the universe shifts,

and our roles flow in reverse, you know?

Okay, that's enough hippie tea for you.

Hey, daddios.

Dave! How was the jazz festival?

Great, then odd, then fun.

Dave, do you think when I'm old,

you'd want me to come live with you?

Of course, Dad. But
don't say anything to Pat.

I made the same promise to him.

'Night.

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