All language subtitles for Living.Biblically.S01E11

My name is Chip. Life's been
knocking me on my butt lately.

My best friend died out of nowhere.

Oh, I'm really gonna miss you, Ray.

- And my wife, well...
- Your girl's pregnant.

I hadn't opened a Bible in 20 years,

but it's helped so many,
and I needed help.

I've decided to live my
life 100% by the Bible.

To the letter.

I get that reaction a lot.

But with the help of my God Squad,

I'm becoming a better man,
one verse at a time.

I am living biblically.

- Woah!
- Come on, baby.

- Yeah!
- Yes! Yeah.

Come on, Nets. Let's go, baby.

What is it about the Knicks

- that just makes them so easy to hate?
- Mm.

As a priest,
I can't really say I "hate" anything.

Except, of course, the Knicks.

Yeah.

- Most obnoxious fans in the NBA.
- Ugh.

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Huh? Let's go, Knicks!

What-what are we?
Okay, are we rooting for the Nets?

- Yeah.
- Oh, man.

Hey, question.

After Porzingis hit that three...

...he pointed towards the sky to
thank God. Like, what is that?

It's not like God passed him the ball.

If the player is thanking God

for literally guiding the rock
into the old peach basket,

- well, that's the wrong idea.
- Mm.

On the other hand,

if he's humbly thanking
God for his athletic gifts

and acknowledging that
it's not all about him,

I'm okay with that.

- Mm.
- I like to think God doesn't care

about trivial things.
I mean, if he did, the Shamrock Shake

would be available all year-round.

Ooh, Daddy, I been praying for that.

Hey. Pray for a year-round McRib,
too, would you?

Oh. I know, right?

It's like, they can do
it They just won't.

The important thing is to think of God

as less of a point guard
and more of a coach

who watches over us and guides us

and leads us to be better players.

All right, question.
For tomorrow's Rangers-Devils game,

we are rooting for the Devils, right?

You're asking a priest if
he's rooting for the Devils.

Ah, now I got to go back to the store.

Hey, Rabbi.

- Yeah?
- Forgot your fake ball.

Vince.

What is going on?
What's wrong with your hand?

I got Tinder finger.

Been swiping so much recently,
I had to ice this bad boy down.

Being single is harder than it looks.

All right, people. Listen up! For once,

I have got some good
news about the newspaper.

Hey, the Internet's been uninvented

so people will actually read it.

I wish.

No, I was gonna say that the nominations

for the Douglas J. Flecken
Journalism Awards just came out,

and we are "flecken" killing it

with two of our very
own being nominated.

All right, gang.

Yeah.

First we've got Chip's
"Living Biblically" column.

Makes sense

because it's playing huge
in the dork community.

And...

we have got one for Vince's
stellar reporting of the capture

of the Staten Island Strangler.

- Hey!
- Yeah!

Hey, I guess you could
say I'm killing it!

- Cause he killed all those people.
- Yeah, we got it.

All right, you guys. Good luck.
You're gonna need it,

because every year this award
goes to that pretentious nympho

who writes that "New York Nooky" column,
so...

"New York Nooky"?
All her columns are the same.

We get it. You like to be on top.

I know, right?
It's just a bunch of cheap sex puns.

I mean, "Erectoral College"?
What does that even mean?

"Erectoral."

You talking about "New York Nooky"?

My wife and I are big fans.

It's led to some very
spirited lovemaking sessions.

Much like the fruit in my yogurt cup,

I like to be on bottom.

Warren, you read that column?

What? Just cause I'm
black, I don't read?

I'm black, too.

I can see that.

Are you saying that I'm blind
'cause I'm black?

What?!

Mm-hmm.

Wow, man, this is so cool.

I mean, the last time I was
nominated for anything

was "best hair" in high school,
and I didn't even win.

Jeremy Bliggenstorfer did with
his beautiful blonde curls.

Yeah, but where are you now, Jeremy?
Oh, right, bald.

Huh. Guess I won in the end, huh, Jer?

You should not still be so angry

about losing "best hair" 20 years ago.

I'm working through it.

But look, when it comes to this award,

may the best man win.

I'm sure he will.

Me, too.

We're both talking about ourselves,
aren't we?

Yes, we are.

Now we're just holding hands.

I love our religious debates,
Gil, I really do,

but in this case, you're dead wrong.

Noah's ark could not
have had a glass bottom.

But just for fun, let's
pretend that it did,

okay?

I think the animals would have loved it.

I mean, hey, when does a giraffe
ever get to see a whale?

The whale was on the ark, too.

Okay, Father Einstein, tell me,

why would a whale need
protection from a flood?

Hmm?

Whales love water.

To be continued.

You've been saying that for ten years.
Can we please just end this?

Guys...

I've got some really cool news.

Your boy's "Living Biblically"
column just got nominated

for a pretty substantial writing award.

Oh, my gosh, a Pulitzer?

No, not quite.

A MacArthur Genius?

Stop guessing better things.

It's the Douglas J. Flecken Award.

Oh! Look at you!

- Up for the David B...
- What?

- Was it David?
- It wasn't... no.

Look, the name is not important, okay?

But I really want to win it.

You know, I'd get a lot of
attention from it, and...

the trophy's so cool.

It's a silver typewriter.
You know, it'd be fun

to throw a little pic
of it up on Facebook.

You know...

for all my haters.

You sure you're big
enough to have haters?

Apparently.

Well, now,
you have to be careful there, Chippy.

Yeah, the Bible's fine
with winning awards,

but it explicitly states
"thou shalt not covet." Mmm.

It sounds like you might
be coveting this award.

Coveting does not end well.

I mean, look-look at the, the story

of Joseph and his coat of many colors.

- You know how that ended.
- Yeah.

With a lavish Broadway musical?

I saw it on ice. I tell you,

that stage may have been cold,
but those moves were red-hot.

I meant that Joseph's brothers
covet the coat so much

that they beat him, leave him for dead,

and he ends up being sold into slavery.

Man.

Didn't sound that sad when
they were singing about it.

Chip, you need to find a way to
be content with a job well done.

That should be the award.

I really want that little typewriter.

Take a step back and try
to appreciate the fact

that compared to your
family, your friends,

your health, your faith,

this award is as meaningless

as knowing if Noah's ark
had a glass bottom.

Which it may have had.

But, you know, we weren't there,
so we ll never, ever know.

Wait, are we, are we saying, like,
a glass bottom on Noah's ark?

Cause, I mean, that
would be kind of cool.

Like, the zebras could
look at the fishes.

The fish were on the ark!

How am I supposed to go to an award show

where I am nominated
and not covet the award?

It's like going to
Sizzler and pretending

I don't want to hit
that salad bar so hard.

Chip, you're already a much better
person because of the Bible.

Can't you just give
yourself the night off?

The night off?

From the Ten Commandments?

So what, coveting, stealing, killing...

Just all okay?

This isn't "The Purge", Les.

Or "The Purge 2: Anarchy"

or "The Purge 3: Election Year"
or the just announced

"Purge 4: Purge It, Purge It Real Good."

I am not suggesting that you go
out and murder a stranger, Chip.

I'm just saying give yourself a break.

How about this.

Instead of coveting the
award for yourself,

why not root for your best friend?

Oh, hey. That's a great idea, babe.

- Yes!
- Yeah.

Yeah, okay, so...
so I ll just put all my coveting energy

into hoping Vince wins my award...
The award.

This is your big night, boys.

- Are you ready for it?
- Yeah. Chip?

You ready to lose?

Yes.

Huh?

I want you to win this award, Vince.

I do. I am rooting for you.

Because, you see,

I have turned over a new leaf.

What the hell is that?

God selling merch now?

I know this hat's a little weird...

Tilda Swinton's a little weird.

That hat's a lot of weird.

But being nominated for
this award has brought up

some very strong feelings of coveting,

and I need to be better.

You know you look like a moron, right?

Which means everybody
thinks I hired a moron,

which makes me look like a moron.

I feel like there's a little splash
of moron on me here, as well.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen...

And also the staff of
"Time Out New York."

Doesn't cost anything to laugh, gang.

Thank you for coming out.

You all look beautiful tonight.

Or am I not allowed to
say that in this climate?

Yikes.

A swing and a miss.

Look, I am sorry about the hat,
but I have to wear it

to remind myself not to covet.

You can't even see it...
it's on your head, you ding-dong!

And now, it is my pleasure to
announce this year's winner

of the Douglas J. Flecken
Journalism Award.

All right, you got this, buddy.

Root for yourself, you weirdo.

Sweet Vince, the satisfaction
of a job well done is my award.

You see, I have mastered coveting.

I can honestly say with 100% certainty
that I don't want this award.

And the winner is...

the New York Arrow's Chip Curry!

Oh-ho-ho!

I knew it! I knew it, baby!

Ah! Whoo-hoo!

Yeah!

Oh, you.

Whew.

You.

Mmm. Wow, it's actually a lot
heavier than I thought it'd be.

That you laugh at?

Uh...

two months ago, I started living my life

100% by the Bible,

and that, uh, ended up
being the genesis...

Pun very much intended...

For my "Living Biblically" column.

So obviously, I got to thank God.

You made this happen, big guy. Ha-ha!

That jackass is still wearing

his "Thou shalt not covet" hat.

That jackass also just won an
award and didn't hug his wife.

We are so lucky...

as writers, to get to do what we do.

I was given a gift.

The gift of my craft.

And, um...

well, frankly, it would be a
crime not to unwrap that gift.

I said I wasn't...

When I was 11 years old, I...

Mr. Curry, there's been a mistake.

Excuse me,
I'm trying to give a speech here, guy.

I read the nomination card by accident.

You... didn't win.

What?

The actual winner is the New
York Arrow's Vince Young!

- Oh!
- Yay! Nice job!

Ah, tough break, Chip.

Thou shalt sit down.

Oh. Hey, look... he didn't kill himself.

Warren, you owe me five bucks.

I'm surprised to see you here, Chip.

I thought you'd be at home...

unwrapping your craft.

All right, go ahead, go ahead,
everybody laugh it up.

- It's okay. I deserve it.
- Get over here, Chip.

- We celebrating my win.
- Mm-hmm.

Remember that?
When you ran up on stage last night

and got "La La Land-ed"?

Yes, I remember.

I also remember "La La Land"
being a pretty great film.

Really? A movie about jazz
starring 9,000 white people.

I was telling myself I wasn't coveting.

Obviously, I was coveting my ass off.

I feel like an idiot, okay?

Well, at least you hugged your wife.

Oh, wait. You didn't.

Well, at least you
didn't wear a silly hat.

- Oh, wait.
- All right!

I get it, okay? I am agreeing with you.

I shouldn't have gotten so
worked up over some stupid award.

"Stupid award"? Didn't
seem so stupid to you

when you were doing the George
Jefferson up to the stage last night.

Fair enough, huh?

But compared to the things
that really matter in life,

it's a little, meaningless
hunk of metal.

You know what, Chip?

If you'd won this award last night,

which isn't heavy at all, by the way...

I wouldn't call it meaningless.

We were going to lunch to celebrate,

but seeing how it's
just some stupid award,

maybe you shouldn't be there.

Oh, come on, man.

That's all right, Chip.

At least you didn't cry
during your speech.

- Oh, wait.
- All right!

Anyway, my attempt to not covet

was a huge disaster.

It's so weird it didn't work,
Chip, because, you know,

there are so many instances in the Bible

where someone puts on a hat...
and it stops them from sinning.

Look, Vince is on his way here,
and he's way more likely

to accept my apology with
you guys here to help, okay?

It will definitely be less awkward.

Wait, you want it to be less awkward,
and you're asking me for help?

Look at how I'm sitting.

Couples counseling is a big
part of what we do, Chip.

Generally, it's a man and his wife...

Oh, well, I may need
your help there, too.

Leslie is ticked at me

for not mentioning her in my speech.

Also, I recently ate all of her yogurt,
and...

then I went and bought her
chocolate to apologize, and...

I ate those as well.

Hey, Vince.

Chip.

Vince.

So, what's up?

No-thang.

Man, this is awkward.

I'm sweating...
I'm gonna have to wring out my yarmulke.

Vince, please, have a seat.

Chip, was there something that
you wanted to say to Vince?

Try a full sentence.

Okay, Vince...

I'm sorry, man.

We need a little more, Chip.

I-I'm sorry I made him
feel bad about his award?

Tell him.

Look, man,
I was just trying to convince myself

that I didn't really want to win it,
all right?

And then I ended up
insulting you in the process.

I was coveting, again. And I'm sorry.

Now you go, Vince.

Thanks.

But winning this award was big for me.

It would have been nice to
have my friend on board.

Whoomp. There it is.

Also, you think you don't have
things in your life that I covet?

You got a wife, a baby on the way,

this new column that's blowing up.

You been Meadows golden boy
for the last few months.

Right now everything
in your life is great,

except for not winning this one award.

You covet my life?

Chip, don't covet that
he covets your life.

Of course I covet your life.

- Everything except for your hair.
- What?

Not that it doesn't look great,
it would just look ridiculous on me.

Come on.

You'd look awesome with anybody's hair.

All right,
let's get back on track here, guys.

Oh, does discussing
hair upset you, Gene?

You know, it's funny, cause to me,
your life seems pretty bitchin'.

I mean, everybody thinks you're...

super cool and out every
night having fun.

I mean, you go on so many dates,

you almost broke your finger.

No!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no.

It's a, it's a, it's a-a-a Tinder thing.

Oh, okay. Oh, okay. Tinder, yeah.

So, see, the solution to coveting is

to focus on appreciating
the things that we do have

in our lives, not the
things that we don't.

Like, for example, our friends, huh?

You guys ain't half bad at this.

Don't love how surprised you sound,
but thank you.

Hey, just so you know,

your friendship is always gonna
be way more important to me

than some stupid award.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Super cool award. All right?

The best journalist won.

- Thanks.
- All right.

You know, we'd make a lot
more money as therapists.

We'd make a lot more
money doing anything.

And so, in conclusion,

I would once again like to thank

my beautiful wife Leslie...

for her undying love and support,

even as her husband makes a complete
fool of himself at every turn.

I'd also like to thank...

nobody else.

Because nobody is as amazing as my wife.

How was that?

Oh, no, I didn't hear the music
to play you off. Keep going.

I'm just kidding.

You coming to the after-party?

After-party?

Yeah. Um, I was chatting up

that sex columnist at
the awards ceremony,

and she gave me some pointers.

You might want to, um...

stretch first.

"New York Nooky", baby!

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