All language subtitles for No Tomorrow s01e01 Pit.eng

Listen up, everybody.

The clock is ticking.

There's no time to waste.

Every moment counts.

So...

let's get those items into those boxes

and let's try to make sure

it's the right items in
the right boxes, okay?

You with me?

It's gonna be a good day, Sal.

Your pep talk was deeply inspiring.

Hi, Kareema. I'm working.

Honestly, I don't know what's sadder:

the utter meaninglessness of this job,

or your attempts to
imbue it with meaning.

Then I remember there is no sadness

and we're all just specks of
dust in an infinite universe.

Well, your hair looks cute today.

Thanks. I know.

Demon breath incoming.

Suck it up.

(all inhale)

So, I just fired Melinda.

Please inform Human Resources.

(sobbing)

(all exhale)

I don't know how you
cover her desk all day.

Scuba diving lessons.

I mastered breath control.

Hey, if Melinda's out, that
means there's a spot

open on the Cyber Hugs team.

- Not it.
- What?

Traveling the world

to research the charities
the company donates to?

It's a dream job.

So why don't you apply?

I don't know.

I mentioned it to Deirdre once before.

(laughs) That's adorable, but no.

May I ask why?

Well, you're not a leader.

People don't listen when you talk,

you're too timid, you
don't motivate people,

you lack confidence, you
don't command respect,

you're an inspiration
to absolutely no one.

Whoa.

That's harsh.

Deirdre can suck my...

Weiner schnitzel!

Yum!

So, listen, guys: big news.

I finally saw him
again yesterday. Dream Guy.

I take it you're off with Timothy again?

Yes.

I really like Sweet T.

I mean, we do trivia night together.

First runners-up, two weeks in a row.

Okay, look: this other guy?

He's not your dream guy.

He's just a stranger
that you've projected

all your soft-core fantasies onto.

He's not technically a stranger.

Please don't tell the
rutabaga story again.

I was at the farmers' market...

Excuse me, sir?

What kind of listeria precautions

do you take with your rutabagas?

All of them?

Could I get mine

- dipped in E. coli?
- Ew.

Hey.

(music plays faintly in background)

Oh, I'm Xavier.

With an "X."

I'm...

I gotta go.

(laughs)

"Xavier with an ex."

He was telling me he
was single and I blew it.

Pretty sure

he was just telling you
how his name is spelled.

Well, either way, I want a do-over.

HANK: You want to find this guy, Evie?

Here's what you do.

You go on the Dark Net, you
find yourself a Korean hacker

to steal his address.

Is that legal?

It's effective.

For $35, I found out where
Vin Diesel lives.

Why?

I like his movies.

Look, just don't be one of those women

defined by the quest to find the guy.

It's boring.

Yeah.

You know what? You're right.

I mean, if he shows
up on my doorstep, fine.

But in the meantime, I'm
just gonna, you know,

live my life, do my thang.

Yeah. Maybe don't say
"my thang" anymore.

Hmm-mm.

Yeah.

I won't.

_

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No way.

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Holy smokes.

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I mean, how many Xaviers can
there be in this neighborhood?

It's gotta be him.

And 1031 South Kensington?

What are the chances?

- This is amazing!
- I know! Right?

Joshie's having his first applesauce!

Oh.

That's great.

Anyway, it's not crazy to
just go over there, is it?

Like, I won't go inside.

Oh, God, no.

- No, no!
- Relax, it's just...

Joshie is having his
first applesauce barfie.

(Joshie spitting up wetly)

Maybe now isn't the best time.

Look, sis, just meet this guy already,

okay, and deliver the thing.

But you get out of there if
any alarm bells go off for you.

Okay...

Okay.

- Oh, wow, heavy.
- (bottle clattering)

(panting)

You okay there?

Uh, not really.

Thank you so much.

I should really join a gym.

Well, this is it.

Thanks for letting
me borrow your wheels.

(knocking)

Hey.

Hi.

I have for you, this...

They, um... they brought it to my house,

but it should have been your house,

which is where it is now,

- because of me bringing it.
- Oh, brilliant!

That's my Carpe Diem beer.

You know, they only make a
hundred cases of this a year.

You have to try one.

Sure, okay.

I'm... I'm Evie, by the way.

I'm Xavier.

I think we've, um,

seen each other around the
neighborhood, actually.

Really?

Huh.

So you like Whitesnake, Evie?

Yeah.

How did you...?

Oh! (laughs)

Right. I forgot I was wearing this.

I was wearing a lot of
different things before,

and then I was wearing
this, and I still am, I guess.

- You all right?
- Oh...

Oh, the beer... it's turned.

It's real bad.

Yeah, no, it's sour beer.

Ugh. Ugh, exactly.

No, no, no, it's perfectly
fine, it's just...

(laughs) ...it's just
sort of an acquired taste.

Oh.

(chuckles)

Well, now I know why they
only make a hundred cases a year.

Let me get you something else.

Come on.

Wow, it's... it's like you
live in a SkyMall catalog.

I know. Thanks.

Is this...

Did you hike the Inca
trail to Machu Picchu?

Wow, I've always wanted to do that.

So why haven't you?

Oh, I don't know.

You know, traveling is expensive and...

Oh, thanks.

Work is really busy.

It just feels like there's
never a good time.

Well, do you have some time right now?

For what?

Whatever you want.

(game dings, canned crowd cheers)

Evie, I've got a very
serious question to ask you:

- (laughs)
- Are you now

or have you ever
been a member of the WNBA?

Oh, my gosh, your life is so much fun.

Right?

You must have a pretty good job.

Oh, no, no. Actually, I don't work.

What, so you just, like...
you, like, rob banks or something?

Uh, no, I just don't
think spending all day

in a cubicle is the best way to live.

(game dings, canned crowd cheers)

Plus, I gotta live life while I can.

What does that mean?

Um... God, there's not
really an easy way to say this.

Oh, my God. Are you sick?

- No. No, no, no, nothing like that.
- Then what?

- What is it?
- Um...

(sighs)

The world is ending.

Excuse me?

Humankind only has eight months

and 12 days left on Earth.

You're serious?

Yeah. Yeah, the apocalypse is, um,

you know... nigh.

(alarm blaring)

Yeah, well, it's certainly
been interesting.

Hang on, hang on. Look, I get it.

- You think I'm nuts.
- No.

You're just, you're... you're
not what I thought you'd be.

What's that?

Not... nuts.

Look, look, I used to
be a regular guy, okay,

with khaki slacks and a tie and a job.

Doing what?

Copy editing for a science magazine.

XAVIER: And that's when I read about

asteroid 2000 WX 354,

and how it's gonna buzz past the Earth

in eight months and 12 days.

But I believe, based
on atmospheric expansion

due to global warming,

that there's gonna be an impact.

An asteroid is gonna crash into Earth?

Yes.

Then why hasn't NASA
said anything about it?

Well, maybe they don't know about it.

Or maybe they do. I don't know.

They won't respond to me e-mails.

No, I think they would tell us

if an asteroid was gonna hit us.

- Would they? Would they?
- Yes. Yes!

Unless they're scared everyone's
gonna start freaking out.

This is preposterous.

No. Actually, it, um...

it totally checks out. I, uh...

I did the math.

Oh, God.

Too much?

Yeah.

Too soon.

Why don't I show you?

XAVIER: All right, you
see that one in the top left?

It's just a little bit brighter
than the others.

Yeah, kind of.

That's our boy.

XAVIER: It's the size of Mount Everest,

and it's headed right at us

at 30,000 miles an hour, give or take.

Incidentally, have you ever
climbed Mount Everest?

'Cause now would be the time.

- If this is all true...
- Which it is.

Well, then, why aren't
you doing anything about it?

Why aren't you telling people?

Trust me, I've tried.

I've called everyone.

The White House, MIT, Oprah.

When that didn't work...

There's an asteroid
headed towards Earth.

I don't know if you're interested
in the apocalypse.

- No?
- MAN: Yo!

So... we're all doomed?

No, no. We're all liberated.

No more flossing, no more
separating whites and colors.

I'm racking up parking tickets

and they're never gonna get paid.

It's great... I'm living
life exactly on my own terms.

Wait, are you the guy that keeps parking

on the sidewalk in front of the bank?

Yeah, I don't have time to
wait for a spot to open.

We're all doomed. I mean...

aren't there things you
wish you never had to do again?

I mean... yeah.

Like what?

Like... wear a bra.

Love it. Lose it.

Deal with my obnoxious boss.

- Sure. Yuck.
- Go to a hospital.

I mean, if you're
worried about your health,

why would you ever go to
the epicenter of germs?

All right, okay, I'll buy that.

- What else?
- And I would stop waxing, definitely.

Eyebrows, vagina, moustache.

Sure. Yep, let it grow.

I mean, Tom Selleck's
moustache made him a sexual icon.

- (chuckles) Yeah.
- The point is

we have to stop doing all the things

that we feel obligated to do

and start doing the
things that we want to do.

That's why I made this.

It's my apocalyst.

This is every fantasy I've ever had.

Every regret I want to fix,
every wrong I want to right.

Every last thing I want to do

before things go kaput.

I try and do one thing every day.

Pick one.

Pick one, we'll do it together.

(clears throat)

"Run with the bulls."

"�Try psychedelics."�

(laughs) "�Touch the North Pole."�

"�Sleep with taco truck girl."�

"�Sleep with other taco truck girl,"�

which is already...

That's crossed off, actually, yeah.

"�Sleep with Andie MacDowell."�

Mm.

"Try to find hot rutabaga girl

from the farmers' market."�

Wait a mi...

Am I "hot rutabaga girl"?

You remembered me?

Yeah, well, you make an impression.

(chuckles)

I mean, to be honest, I didn't even know

if I was gonna see you again,

and then you turn
up on my doorstep like...

A statistical anomaly?

Well, I was gonna say fate, but...

that's much more romantic.

So what do you say?

You in?

Let me, um... get back to you.

Hank, you're a conspiracy guy.

What do you think? He's nuts, right?

(laughing)

Totally nuts! All right?

An asteroid's not gonna
destroy the world.

The Russians are.

Say again?

Nuclear holocaust.

I've spent the last four
years hoarding office snacks

that are high in preservatives
to survive the fallout.

Gummies. That's your plan?

Yep. I also got a jar of
pickles in the filing cabinet.

Now, you're heard of Jade Helm, right?

No.

On May 22, the U.S.
military is conducting

a massive so-called "training exercise,"

code name "Jade Helm,"
that involves ferrying

all the government elite into
deep, underground bunkers

as "a drill."

So?

So that's exactly what you do

when there's a nuclear
annihilation on the horizon.

And mark my words, I'm
gonna fight my way up

into that bunker... I'm
gonna be all up in it.

Check this out.

I even got the day pre-approved

for vacation by Deirdre.

Bam!

Hey, have you guys ever
heard of Jade Helm?

Oh, is she the new judge on The Voice?

No, Mom.

I still think you should try
out for that show, sweetheart.

No way!

Voice of an angel.

You would get a four-chair turn.

Mm, if she didn't faint
from stage fright first.

Oh, or worse. Remember
the fourth grade play?

Oh...

(retches, audience laughs)

Yeah, they called me
Heavie Evie for years.

Oh, sweetie, they called
you lots of things.

Blondie Blowchunks, Hurl
Girl, Pukey Brewster.

Okay, yeah, great. That's
probably enough.

- Gwen Stebarfie.
- That was a good one.

(laughter)

MOTHER: Is that Timothy?

I thought you two broke up.

Oh, I love him. But he is so quiet.

I wish he came with subtitles.

Hey there, Timothy. What a surprise.

What brings you here?

_

Anybody get that?

Yeah, he, uh... (clears throat)

He said he got a present for Tucker.

- Oh!
- Present!

(laughter)

What is it?

Kneepads?

_

_

What do you say, Tucker?

No, thank you.

(embarrassed chuckle)

Well, thank you, Timothy.

Tucker's mom appreciates
it even if Tucker doesn't.

Thanks.

You are gonna make such a
wonderful father someday.

FATHER: You're
already one heck of a writer.

I read your article on crypto-currencies

in the new issue of Wired there.

_

Didn't understand a lick of it,

but I clipped it out
and mailed it off to Evie.

Isn't that right, sweetheart?

Yeah, he did.

It was sweet of you
to get Tucker a gift,

but people who are spending
some time apart

probably shouldn't be
spending time together.

(clears throat) Unless one of them

wants to spend forever together.

I know that sometimes
I can be soft-spoken.

But today, I am not afraid

to shout my love at peak volume.

(exhales)

(sighs)

Evie Marie Covington,

your love was like a-a Trojan virus

that snuck past my firewall
and melted my motherboard.

I love you.

I-I love your kindness and
your spazzy dance moves

and your organized pen drawers.

But more than anything, I love the idea

of-of you and I spending the next

seven decades together...

Depending on advancements
in biometrics, of course.

- Will you make me
- (exhales)

the happiest man

in the observable universe

and-and be my wife?

(quietly): Oh...

Oh, my gosh.

"Be my wife". (chuckles)

- I'm just...
- Timothy!

That was so sweet, and such a surprise.

Uh...

Can you, can I... Just
let me get back to you.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

Um... Yeah.

Sure. Y-You should, um...
You can hold onto that

- Okay.
- Un-until you're ready.

(quietly): I'm gonna stand up now.

- What?
- Uh, I said

- I'm gonna stand up now.
- Okay.

Mm-hmm.

(grunts)

I'm gonna...

I'm gonna head off.

Let me get back to you? He's
not offering you his extra ticket

- to a Mariners game.
- Well, he caught me off guard,

and I'm not saying no,
I just need more time.

Well, what for?

He's kind, he's
handsome, he's brilliant.

And he loves you just the way you are.

And if there's something
you don't like about him,

you can change it! That's what I did.

Now Chris just loves to vacuum.

- And... if want to have kids...
- I'm only 30!

Okay, I'm gonna break this down for you.

You're gonna have a whole
year to plan the wedding, okay?

And then another year of good
to decent married sex.

Three months, trying to get pregnant,

nine months of being pregnant,

and then, sweetie,
suddenly, you're in your mid-30s!

Your eggs are basically cooked.

Scrambled.

It's like a three-day-old
quiche in there.

Well, I'll freeze my eggs, then.

It's not now or never.

We just... want to make sure

you're not missing
out on something great.

(exhales)

(phone chimes)

(phone clicks)

Hey.

- (chuckles)
- So, they

mistakenly delivered this
flavorless light beer

on my porch, and I figured...

must be yours.

Oh, right, yeah.
Because you prefer the, uh,

carbonated sewage runoff.

So, look... now you've had
some time to think about it,

what do you say?

Pick one off the list?

Why me, of all people?

(squealing playfully)

Hey, hey, hey.

- (gasps) Boo.
- (laughs)

EVIE: Oh! You're so cute!

Aw, bye, honey bunny.

(chuckles) Mwah.

Excuse me, sir.

What kind of listeria precautions

do you take with your rutabagas?

(chuckles)

Why you?

'Cause I like your bum.

Because you're charming.

And you're funny.

And you're awkward, which is also funny.

And I want to spend time with you.

And your bum. I want to spend time with

both of you.

Come on. Just think of it as

giving a dying man his last wish.

All right. Give me the list.

- There we go. Okay, just...
- (clears throat)

dive in, don't think about it.

- First thing you see.
- Okay.

Mm...

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_

_

Uh... how about number
three: "Talk to Dad"?

Um... no... okay. Not
ready for that one.

Yet.

It's okay, just pick another.

- We'll... we'll find one.
- Okay, okay. Um...

Mm. Number 12:

"Go to the beach with Jesse."

The beach... is in St. Croix

- and my cousin Jesse is...
- (chuckles)

in federal prison.

For tax fraud.

But just now, maybe...

We'll... pin it. Pin it.

- Yes. Okay.
- Okay. Um...

"Take a joyride with Big Carl"?

Yeah, I think I've got an
extra helmet somewhere.

(wind whistling)

(engines roaring)

Holy smokes!

Carl!

Y'all ready to eat some dust?

Wait, this is safe, right?

Not if you're doing it right.

- (cackles)
- (screams)

(continues screaming)

(whooping)

Can we go again?

Carl, you heard the lady! Let's go!

(Evie screaming happily)

- (giggles)
- (coughs, chuckles)

HANK: Some Like it Hot?

Or was it Love Nest?

Okay, ten seconds left, folks.

What 1952 screwball comedy

starred Cary Grant and Marilyn Monroe?

- _
- What?

- It's Monkey Business!
- Okay!

Point to Mumble in the Jungle!

(laughs) Oh!

You guys are on fire!

(chuckles) Sweet T, you are a rock star!

Yeah. Tell that to Evie.

Look, it's a big decision.

I'm sure she's just
giving it some real thought.

(alarm blaring)

XAVIER: Hey.

I, um...

I discovered something last night.

Hmm?

Somehow...

"Sleep with hot rutabaga
girl" appeared on my list

- like 14 more times.
- (giggles)

I don't know how that happened.

I feel... like we better get cracking.

Wait, wait, wait, Wait, wait, wait.

Huh?

What time is it?

I don't know.

- Morning.
- Mm.

(gasps) Crap, I have to get to work.

(groans)

Skip it.

Oh, I wish I could, but I can't.

Come to the beach with me.
I'll teach you how to surf.

- Oh, that sounds amazing.
- Perfect.

- But my boss...
- Ugh.

- Demon breath.
- Yep.

She hates when I'm
late, or tired, or generally...

- human, at all, so I better boogie.
- Okay, fine.

But tonight...

we're going to do
something off your list.

Well, I don't... I don't have a list.

Well, what's something
you've always wanted to do?

Okay, um...

Mm. Okay...

I've always wondered...

what would actually
happen if you put aluminum foil

in the microwave?

What's something
else you've wanted to do?

Bigger than that.

What? That seems pretty big.

It's like, sparks, maybe a fire...

Okay, yeah, sure,

but dig deep, something bigger.

I don't know, maybe try a pogo stick?

Okay.

What would you do if you only
had eight months left to live?

Don't think about it, the first
thing that comes into your head.

- Just go.
- Sing in public.

- Sing in... yes.
- No.

- Yes.
- No, absolutely not, no, no, no.

I wish, I wish I was that person,

but I'm not, I can't do that.

- I could not do that at all.
- Okay. All right.

All right, fine.

But we're gonna
continue this discussion tonight.

Over drinks.

- Deal.
- Okay.

Also, before you go,

there's one more thing I want to say.

(game dings, canned crowd cheers)

(men laughing)

What is going on here?

- Deirdre's gonna rip you a new one!
- No, no,

I realized something this morning.

Why can't work be fun?

So I told them that if they
doubled their output,

they could play basketball,
and guess what?

It worked! They actually listened to me!

(chuckles) Uh,

All right, everyone, time's up!

Finish the day strong

and we'll see about badminton tomorrow.

- Yeah? Whoo!
- (excited murmuring)

(sighs happily)

Such a good day.

Are you feeling okay?

I feel great. I'm meeting Xavier

at City Taproom for happy hour tonight.

Oh, cool.

Are you celebrating your
engagement to Timothy?

I can't make a decision about that

until I get this Xavier
thing out of my system.

Oh, he's already been in your system?

- (grunts rhythmically)
- Don't be... Don't!

(rock song ends, patrons
cheering, phone buzzing)

(whoops)

- (phone vibrating)
- MAN: All right, party people,

how you all doing tonight?

The only thing I love
more than rock and roll

is a rockin' raffle.

And tonight's big winner is...

- Evie Covington.
- (cheering and applause)

- Are you out there, Evie?
- Yeah, she's right here!

No, I didn't, I didn't enter a raffle.

That's so weird. Right here.

MAN: Get up here,

darling, claim your prize.

Um, what did I, what did I win?

- The right to rock!
- Oh, no, no, no. (stammers)

("�Here I Go Again"�
by Whitesnake plays)

(whoops) You can do it, Evie!

You are familiar with Whitesnake, yeah?

All right.

(quietly):
I don't
know where I'm goin'

-
Here I go again

until you start singing for real.

Which is, um, gonna be very embarrassing

- for... well, mainly me.
- (crowd gasps and cheers)

(louder):
Oh, Lord, I pray

(cheering and applause)

Here's to conquering your fears.

Evie, what the frickin' heck did you do?

- Oh, Whitesnake! It was pretty epic.
- No, this.

Deirdre forwarded this to me.

_

Oh, my God.

"Petty, vindictive tyrant?

I hereby resign from this hellhole."�

- No...
- She made me clean out your desk.

Your stuff is in my hatchback.

No, but I didn't write this!

XAVIER: I wrote it for you.

You did what?

You needed a nudge.

Life's too short to waste
in a place like that, Evie.

What the hell is wrong with you?

(gasps)

Thank you, Hank.

Dick!

You know, you really
are out of your mind!

You'll thank me one day.

One of the 248 we've got left.

(breathing heavily): Oh, my God.

Oh, I'm so stupid.

I'm so stupid.

What am I gonna do?

- Hi, um, can you ov...
- (doorbell rings)

Just hang on.

You needed me?

Wait, so who is this guy?

How do you know him?

He's, um...

They delivered a package
for him here by mistake

and I returned it.

And he just... he
just started stalking you?

Do we need to think about
a restraining order?

I know a guy.

No, it's...

more complicated than that.

I see.

It was a mistake and it's over now.

I just...

I need to get my job back.

Okay.

Okay, here's what you do.

Tomorrow morning

just go into Deirdre's office and say...

As you can see,

my computer has a different IP address

than the one that sent
you that nasty e-mail.

So, you're saying someone
else sent this?

Yes.

Some wackadoo hacked my account.

Believe me, there is
nothing I want more than this job.

Because it is such a
great place to work.

And you are...

an incredible and...

inspiring person to work for.

So you don't think that I, quote,

"Look like Judge Judy's
birth mother"?

No.

Or that my breath smells

like a loaf of freshly baked barf?

Deirdre, I find you
and your breath just...

delightful.

Good.

I am glad to hear that.

Because I would

(breathy): hate to hear

that you haven't been happy here.

Oh.

Fine.

Since yesterday was the most
productive day your team has had

all year, I will rehire you.

On one condition.

Anything.

I'm sure you've noticed

I harbor feelings for Hank

that go beyond appreciation
for his ext eme

competence as an assistant.

Oh...

Yeah, you two have a lot
of, a lot of chemistry.

(toilet flushes)

Safe to go in there?

Uh, I'd give it a minute.

I appreciate your honesty, Hank.

The connection is palpable,

yet he seems unaware of our potential.

So I will require

your assistance to win his affections.

These are the HR guidelines for
interoffice fraternization.

Study them.

Like all good love stories,

our romance must be

both passionate

and legally permissible.

(loud bang)

(gasps)

(laughs)

(thud, Evie grunts)

(car alarm beeping)

Oh, my God.

OPERATOR: 911, what's your emergency?

- (car alarm continues beeping)
- Um...

uh, a pogo accident.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

(exhales)

Well, this is embarrassing.

Just relax, please, ma'am.

You know what? I
actually feel pretty good.

I-I don't really do hospitals,

so I think I'm gonna
j... I'm just gonna, um...

I'm sorry, ma'am,

but you have to wait for the doctor.

Geez, I feel like such a klutz.

How did I even get here?

Your boyfriend called an ambulance.

He's been out sitting in
the waiting room for hours.

My...?

(indistinct announcement over P.A.)

Want me to go get him for you?

No. Absolutely not.

He's not my boyfriend.

He's a crazy person.

He's the entire
reason why I'm even here.

Okay, Evie.

In terms of the fall, it's pretty minor,

just a mild concussion.

Great.

I'll just... I'll
just, I'll take some aspirin

and just get out of your hair.

But we did find a
problem with your heart.

What kind of problem?

You have Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome.

This means there's an extra
electrical pathway

in your heart that's
causing it to beat too fast.

Wh... How serious is it?

We're gonna need to get
you into surgery immediately.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

MAN: Count backward from 100.

100...

99...

90...

eight months...

asteroid...

SkyMall...

(indistinct announcement over P.A.)

How do you feel, sweetheart?

I feel... really happy to see you guys.

You're out of the woods now, honey.

Doctor said

you are as good as new.

And early detection is
key in cases like this.

It's just lucky you're such a klutz.

Are you saying a pogo
stick crash saved my life?

(laughs)

Here's a sentence I
never thought I would say:

Thank goodness you were
not wearing a helmet.

(laughing)

Honey.

- Honey.
- No, I'm good.

All good. I am just gonna

- live my life.
- Honey.

- Do my thang!
- Oh!

(laughing): As soon as
the painkillers wear off.

- I'm gonna do my thang.
- Yeah, yeah.

(laughs) Yeah.

(quietly): Just four.

- I'm sorry. What?
- I...

Uh...

Hi.

You-you look... you look great.

Uh, you want a beer?

I don't want to get married.

So, no beer?

It's not because I don't
think you're a great guy.

You are.

I'm just, I'm...

I'm not ready.

Is this because of that other guy?

The one who sent the e-mail?

No, it's-it's... it's not about...

I'm just...

I'm not ready to get married.

It doesn't mean I won't ever be.

I get it.

I'm not exciting, but I am reliable...

and that makes me a great backup plan.

You're not a backup plan.

You're right.

I-I'm not.

And w-when it falls apart with
this guy... and it will...

I'm not going to be
there to pick up the pieces.

Okay?

I-I-I get to move on, too.

Even though it'll be unbelievably hard.

I have to move on.

Okay?

And... and I will.

Um...

I... but I did order food here, so...

uh, s-so maybe... maybe you leave.

Oh... sure.

(exhales)

- Hey, I was...
- Shut up, listen.

I don't care if an asteroid's

gonna kill us all.

No, I mean, no, of course

would care, if it's true,

but my point is, I'm the one who decides

how I live my life, not you.

And I'm keeping my job.

In fact, I'm going to
apply for a new position there

that I'm incredibly excited about

and I finally feel ready for

and, yeah, maybe you helped
me learn to seize the day,

but I will be seizing it at my
own pace, thank you very much.

Okay.

In addition, I like your...

bum, too,

probably more than you like mine.

(chuckles)

- Man, I doubt that.
- Plus, you...

kind of saved my life.

So, now I want to make the most of it

and I think we should keep hanging out.

You made a list.

Yeah, I did.

I happen to love lists.

And this way we can do one off of yours

and then one off of mine.

It's only fair.

Honestly, I can't think
of a better way to spend

my last eight months.

Shall we do another?

Can I borrow your microwave?

- (electricity crackling)
-
Ooh, ooh, ooh

(loud pop)

(screams)

(laughs)

Okay. You were right.

That was way cooler than I expected.

See?

I told you.

Yeah, you did.

Which leads me to a very
serious question.

Okay, what is it?

What's next?

(pounding on door)

Jesse!

Cuz, we did it.

(laughs)

I need a change of clothes,

I need hair dye

and I need whatever
tool takes these off my body.

Holy smokes!

What? We've only got eight
months left to live.

He's not gonna waste it in prison.

(sirens wailing)

The fuzz!

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