All language subtitles for King of the Hill s02e22 peggys turtle song.eng

[Theme song playing]

[Munching]

[Slurping]

Granma, you put the cookies
back in breakfast.

Oh, my goodness, the time!
I am field-tripping in an hour...

and I can't remember any good songs
for the bus.

Now, what does that John Jacob
Jingleheimer Schmidt do again?

He goes out, people shout.
Not a whole lot more is known about him.

I'm sorry, but I don't have time
to cook you breakfast.

Here. Promise me that
you'll eat two bowls.

It is the most important meal of the day.

Okay.

[Slurping]

I love you, Granma.

[Cheerful instrumental music]

[Water running]

HANK: Morning, son. Did your mom have
time to cook you breakfast before she left?

BOBBY: Nope.
HANK: Oh, jeez.

HANK: We got any cereal?
BOBBY: I believe we do.

What is that? Oatmeal?

Better put some sugar on that.

TEACHER: Now, as you all know,
Mother's Day is coming up.

I thought it'd be fun to talk about...

some of the famous moms
throughout history who--

Owned slaves!

No. What I was going to--

BOBBY: Going to say.
TEACHER: Yes.

BOBBY: Going to say.
TEACHER: Yes.

What I was going to say--

Going to say. We heard
the preview, now get to the feature!

Bobby.

[Bobby echoing]

I think you had better see the nurse.

BOBBY: Okay.

[Bobby panting]

NURSE: Mr. Hill, I've diagnosed your son
with attention deficit disorder.

NURSE: He's probably had it for years.
HANK: What?

Well, how come nobody
ever noticed this before?

Very few people have access to
the pamphlets I do.

Here. Take one.

[Hank sighs]

You know, I've noticed the boy's mind
wander sometimes...

when I'm lecturing him.
A mental disorder would explain that.

Personally, I recommend...

putting him on one of the many popular
ADD medications now available.

I don't like the idea
of putting my boy on drugs.

Isn't there some kind of operation?

Your only other option is to send him
to the special school across town.

He'll have to wear a uniform.
Can he button his own shirt?

You bastards.

[Crickets chirping]

HANK: Ritalin, Cylert...

Tofranil, Desipramine.

All sounds like goofathol to me.

What if this is all my fault?
A mother should be there for her baby...

when he's in trouble,
not halfway across town.

Oh, sure, I'm a hotshot substitute teacher...

but sometimes I don't even have time
to make my own son breakfast.

Well, it is called
"Attention Deficit Disorder.�

Maybe the boy's not getting
enough attention.

Sometimes I think
I should just quit my job...

and devote myself full-time
to being a mother.

But, you know, what am I saying?
Quit my job? That's crazy talk.

Now, wait a minute, Peggy.
"Crazy" is a very strong word.

You're just thinking out loud.
Bobby is crazy.

But I just couldn't turn my back
on my career like that.

I'll tell you what, Peggy.
My own mom never worked in her life.

Home, that's what mattered to her.

And she just kept making it stronger
every day until the divorce.

Well, I will save some money
on faculty-room football pools.

And I can get another year
out of these glasses.

Maybe we can try it a little while,
for Bobby's sake.

Hank, if you'll support me on this...

baby, I'll do it.

HANK: Now, the main thing is not to worry.

What you have is, well...

technically, they call it a disease.

A disease?

But not a regular disease,
like you get in your body.

It's a much more...

rare disease, in your brain.

Now, I know we've talked a lot about
how you should never do drugs...

but from now on you'll be
taking medication after every meal.

So, do I smoke it or snort it or what?

[Sighs] It's a pill, Bobby.

So, I guess I'll just pop it then.

You will not "pop" it.
You will place it in your mouth.

LUANNE: Bobby, do you know who I am?

[Slowly] I'm Luanne.

Remember?

HANK: He has ADD, Luanne.

He didn't get hit in the head
with a coconut.

[Kissing]

Here you go, my little angel.

Now that I'm not working,
I had time to make you pancakes...

and we've got eggs and bacon arranged
in one of three facial expressions...

depending upon your mood.

HANK: Well, I guess I'll take happy...

as in "happy about
this old-fashioned family breakfast.�

I had better go soon,
or I'm gonna miss my bus.

[Peggy stammers]

But I made...

Well, Bobby, this is it.

You're gonna take your first pill now...

and in about a half-hour you should
find yourself real interested in stuff...

that would normally bore the pants off you.

Round and round it goes...

when he eats it, nobody knows.

Well, what have we here?

Just pop the pill, Bobby.

Feel anything yet?

[Sluggishly] Starting to.

[Amplified scratching]

PEGGY: Then after I sent him off to school,
I did a bunch of errands...

and I still had time to submit
a Quotable Quote to Reader's Digest.

"Some people like
to stay as busy as a bee...

"but I like to stay as busy as a B-plus.�

[All laughing]

[Peggy sighs]

But, you know, I almost worry
I have too much time now.

That can be a problem, Peg.

Myself, I clip coupons.

I think we'd all go a little crazy
without coupons.

[Chuckling]

[Guffawing]

[Uncertainly] That's funny.

[Chuckling]

[Sighing]

There are 96 ridges...

on every checker...

except this one.

[Peggy yawns]

Family game time. I love it.

So, how was your day, Peggy?

Well, I bought an ice cube tray.

Then I took it back.

Well, I tell you what,
I think I may get out the guitar...

and have a family sing-along tonight,
just like we used to, that one time.

I just gotta drop by Earl's
and get Betsy some new strings.

You're leaving the house?

You don't have to come.

I'm sure you've had a full day.
You just stay here and relax.

[Honking]

PEGGY: [Yelling] Let's go!

EARL: Funny. I never saw Peggy
as the stay-at-home type.

Well, she's got two full-time jobs now.
Wife and mother.

It's longer hours and less pay,
but you don't hear me complaining.

[Hank sighs]

Seriously, though, we're loving it.

[Ringing]

[Ticking]

[Peggy grunts]

EMILY: So, you know
a few chords already then?

Oh, yes. I have picked up a couple
from my husband, and that...

PEGGY: Is that a tattoo?

You like it?

Do I like it?

[Laughing]

Ch, my!

So, what makes you want
to play music, Peggy?

My husband and I recently had to make
a choice between our child and my career.

And it's left me with some time to fill.

Filling time.

That's what I thought I was doing
when I started playing music.

Turned out I was really looking
for a voice to scream with.

I don't know if my husband'll
appreciate screaming in the house...

but, let's see...

[Screams]

Well, he might have to get used to it.

[Screams]

[Bobby sniffing]

[Speaking slowly] There's some milk
in the fridge that's about to go bad.

[Sniffs]

And there it goes.

[Luanne sighs]

I wish I had those miracle smart pills.

The way Peggy's been baking...

there won't be a windowsill in our house
that doesn't have a pie cooling on it.

I tell you, family values are in again
at the Hill house.

Yeah, you're a lucky man, Hank.

You know, my ex-wife,
she was a careerist, you know.

And one day I had to say to her,
"Honey, make a choice.

"It's either me
or the motivational poster industry.�

Boy, I wish I hadn't said that.

You know what the root
of the problem is, don't you?

Feminism. Gloria Steinbrenner,
that's what started it.

Gerald Ford should have killed her
when he had the chance.

Hey, I'm looking for the Hill house.

The Hank Hill house?

The Peggy Hill house.
I'm her guitar teacher.

Oh, just go right around to the front.

I thought you said family values
were in at your house.

Yeah, Hank. That gal there,
she's dressed kinda pro-choice.

Yeah, Hank. That gal there,
she's dressed kinda pro-choice.

EMILY: Here's one for practicing C and G.

You said you wanted
stuff with strong lyrics?

That's right.
But no cursing, and no cop killing.

I'm sorry, but that is just how I was raised.

Maybe you ought
to try writing a song of your own.

I bet a woman in your situation
would have a lot to say.

PEGGY: And what situation is that?
EMILY: Well...

having to give up your life's work to make
things easier for the rest of your family.

Yeah, I suppose a situation like that
should make me want to sing.

Oh, come to think of it...

yesterday, the oddest little tune
popped into my head.

It's sort of silly but, well, you'll tell me
if you think there's something to it.

[Clears throat]

[Exclaims]

There's definitely something to that.

Really? Well, thank you.

You know, I had a feeling it was very good.

"Every girl band deserves funding.�
Great. I will remember that.

So, your guitar teacher
looks pretty interesting.

And by "interesting," I mean "weird."

PEGGY: Well, she is weird.
And by "weird,"� I mean "interesting."

PEGGY: I invited her to dinner tomorrow.
HANK: What?

Why in the world would
you do something like that?

Because she has a tattoo, Hank.

Don't you think a girl like that
could use a home-cooked meal?

[Hank sighs]

You know, Emily, Hank plays guitar, too.

He has a Guild Solid Top, 1963.

How come you're practicing
on that old plywood one, Peggy?

PEGGY: Oh, I wouldn't think
of touching Betsy.

EMILY: You named your guitar Betsy?
HANK: Yup.

It's one of my most precious possessions.

Interesting.

[Bobby groans]

When's my next pill?

Not until after dinner, honey.

I'm going to take a little nap, please.

Paying attention all day tires me out.

[Snores]

So, Emily, Peggy tells me
you've been helping her write music...

working with her,
and putting ideas in her head and such.

You know, I was thinking
about that turtle song of yours.

If you come up with more verses,
you can sing at my Mother's Day recital.

You mean in front of people?
Oh, well, I do miss performing.

That's what a teacher is,
just a great performer.

It's one of the reasons children love school.

Yeah, the recital's a pretty casual thing.

Me and my students take
the back room at Earl's...

drink some wine, play songs,
and take a little potshot at the holiday.

Why would anyone wanna take a potshot
at Mother's Day?

Well, it's kind of bizarre, don't you think?

The greeting card companies invented
this holiday in 1914.

Now the whole country celebrates
another stereotype...

of what women are supposed to be.

You're not married, are you, Emily?

So, this recital, what time would it be?

HANK: Don't answer that.

We already have plans for Mother's Day.

Peggy's starting an exciting new life
as a homemaker...

and to celebrate, we are having brunch.

But brunch can be almost anytime, can't it?

I mean, that's the magic of brunch.

But not just brunch, either.

It's gonna be a whole day
where you won't have to lift a finger.

Just let us take care of everything.

She won't have to use her brain at all.

That's right.

Interesting.

Well, Bobby, it's time for your next pill.

[Snoring]

[Groaning]

[Hank sighs]

[Hank groans]

Hank, you are groaning
every time I sing a line.

Oh, am I? I'm sorry.

Do you like my song?

Well, to tell you the truth,
I'm not so sure I get it.

There's nothing to get.
It's just a song about a turtle.

Yeah, but I think I know something
about music, having listened to it a lot.

I tell you one thing, you need
to put something upbeat in there.

Upbeat? No.
That would never work in this song.

Sure, it would. You just tack something
on at the end where it all works out.

For instance, the girl turtle
could meet a guy turtle and fall in love.

See, then the song is really
about something. Can you see that?

Oh, please, that is so old-fashioned, Hank.

Yes. Old-fashioned, as in "good."

[Gasps]

Luanne's home.

I just don't understand
why you have to keep singing...

that depressing turtle song.

I don't know, either, Hank, but I do.
I feel very strange lately.

Last night, I dreamt we had 20 children.

Peggy, you know
I can't give you more children.

[Whispering] I have a narrow urethra.

I don't think that's what it meant at all!

Forgive me, but I don't know
what anything means anymore.

I thought we agreed
to take a big step backwards together.

But it sounds like you'd rather play
punk music with your hippie friends...

on boring old Mother's Day.

Well, it is my day.
I should be able to do whatever I want!

Not whatever you want.

You can't kill a man.
Then you'd end up in prison.

And with that attitude,
they'll put you in the hole!

[Door slams]

HANK: Happy Mother's Day, Mom.

I wish I was there
to shake your hand in person.

TILLY: So, where are you kids
having brunch today? Luly's? Joe-Bo's?

We're not doing brunch, Mom.

Peggy decided she'd rather go
to a rock concert.

On Mother's Day? Why?

I don't know.
Peggy's just not like you, I guess.

You devoted your whole life to raising me.

And let's be honest,
you loved every second of it.

Well, actually, Hank, I took odd jobs
as often as I could...

just to get out of the house. Don't you
remember that year I drove a taxi?

No. Wait a minute. I remember you
had a yellow car when I was little.

Oh, Hank, I gotta go.
Gary's here with my Mother's Day present.

But wait, Mom--

I love you too, honey. Gotta go.

I hope you like it.

I can't return it.

LUANNE: I tried to study for my beauty
exam, but I couldn't concentrate.

And then I tried to figure out why,
and I got bored.

You must have caught my ADD.

And I know when, too.
It was that time I sneezed in your face.

I don't remember that.

Well, you were asleep.

Bobby, I've got a test tomorrow morning...

or afternoon, or evening, or something.

[Shrieking] Bobby, I need that pill!

[Tense instrumental music]

[Car approaching]

Hey, man, I tell you, you don't
remember this little old lady right here?

I certainly do.
Happy Mother's Day, Mrs. Boomhauer.

I tell you what, Hank,
I come around here, like that...

and then for dang old brunch.
I raised this boy right.

He was just a little old thing.
It's like the best dang day of the year.

[Sighs]

[Birds chirping]

[Engine starts]

[Sighs]

[Can fizzes open]

[Sighs]

[Sentimental instrumental music]

[Laughs]

[Dark instrumental music]

[Audience laughing]

[Audience cheering]

Rowdy crowd.

Rowdy crowd.

EMILY: Just remember, you came here
because you have something to say.

It might be complex--

Turtles are complex. Yes, they are.

When you say something from the heart,
it always comes out right.

PEGGY: That was quotably quoted,
my friend. Quotably quoted.

[Audience applauding]

[Audience cheering]

Hi, Mom.

Honey, what are you doing here?

Well, we figured today
was your special day.

And since you're singing a special song...

we thought you should have
a special guitar to play it on.

Betsy.

[Sentimental instrumental music]

EMILY: Hey, I want you to give
a lot of support to our next artist...

Peggy Hill, everybody!

[Audience cheering]

Peggy's here to sing a song
about how a woman feels...

when the world tells her
who she has to be.

No, actually, I'm singing the one
about the turtle that's stuck in her shell.

[Audience chuckles]

And I'd like to dedicate this to my husband.

[Audience laughing]

[Woman whooping]

[Audience agreeing]

WOMAN: That's right!

[Audience cheering]

WOMAN #1: Get rid of that control freak.

WOMAN #2: Leave him!

WOMAN #3: Fight corporate,
white-male oppression.

I thought the song
was just about a turtle, Dad.

Yeah, I did, too.

[Sighs]

I'm sorry. I'm just a little bit flustered.

WOMAN #4: Wake up, girl.
WOMAN #5: Speak your mind.

WOMAN #6: Look what he's doing to you.
WOMAN #7: I got a number--

You can do it, Peggy. From the heart.

[Pensive instrumental music]

Thank you.

HANK: Yes!
WOMAN: Oh, man!

Kinda copped out
at the end there, didn't she?

Now, that gal can write music.

HANK: Maybe the problem is,
you've got too much mother in you.

PEGGY: Oh, go on.

One kid was plenty for my mom,
but you're different.

If you're not nurturing 20, 30 kids at once...

you start to lose your edge,
and how's that good for the boy?

Well, maybe I could try teaching again.

Sure. And in the meantime,
we can keep Bobby on the medicine.

I tell you, today, I really noticed
his behavior improve.

I didn't take my medicine today.

HANK: What?
PEGGY: Why not, honey?

'Cause Luanne needed it badly.

And anyway, I can't take the rush anymore.

It's too fast and, like, freezy.
You know, it's like...

[Gasps]

[Snipping]

[Luanne giggling]

[Speedy instrumental music]

Welcome home.
I cooked you brunch, tuned your car...

fixed your mower, and ate the brunch.

Maybe we should read a little more
about that medicine, Hank.

Yeah, it couldn't hurt.

[Upbeat instrumental music]

[Luanne giggling]

[Luanne continues giggling]

[Luanne continues giggling]

[Theme song playing]

[Bobby sniffing]

[Bobby sniffing]

BOBBY: And there it goes.

BOBBY: And there it goes.

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