All language subtitles for Dinosaurs - 1x04 - High Noon

Honey, I'm home.

All right, here comes
the grandma train.

Open the tunnel. Choo-choo.

Mm-mm.

It's delicious. Num-num.

You eat it.

You wanna open your mouth,

or you want me to feed
you to a pterodactyl?

Ahh.

♪ La la la la la la ♪

Aw, look at the good
boy eating his supper.

Was he any trouble, Mom?

No, he was a perfect angel.

More, please.

I met the nicest male
in the invertebrate aisle.

He helped me chisel
off some frozen squid.

Aw, hello, you
little sweet thing.

Grandma giving
you a good dinner?

Whoa, the mama, out of nowhere
asking all kinds of questions.

And gone. Mama here, mama gone.

Where's mama?
Gotta have the mama.

OK.

There.

I ran into the same
male in the parking lot.

He helped carry my cart.

I don't know why. I
mean, it had wheels.

But still, it was
very considerate.

Why shouldn't he be
interested? You've got your figure.

Oh, stop. I'm a mother of three.

Hello, family... and Ethyl.

Look, it's your father.
Say hello to the loser.

Loser!

Am not!

How was your day, Earl?

Uneventful, which
is always good.

Anything new here
on the homefront?

Fran made a new
friend in the squid aisle.

- Uh-huh.
- He helped me with my cart.

That's nice.

"To the male of the house."

I believe that's me.

- Loser.
- It's refreshing to meet

a genuinely nice
dinosaur once in a while.

Oh, boy.

What is it, Earl?

Oh, uh, it's nothing.

It's funny, but nothing.

I'm chuckling at its
complete lack of anything.

Earl, do you want mint
jelly with your squid cakes?

Whatever, my sweet.

By the way, uh,

this, this, this fellow
you met at the market?

He was a short, delicate,

little wisp of a thing, perhaps?

No, he was quite tall.

But, uh, hunched
over and feeble?

No, he must have been
at least 50 feet high.

It was hard to tell. There
were clouds in front of his face.

Gary, his name was Gary.

Terror has a new name: Gary.

It's nice stationery.

"From the Law
Offices of Spikeback,

Ribcrusher and Fenski.

Dear Mr. Sinclair,
I'm writing to you

on behalf of my client Gary,

who met your wife
at the supermarket

and who would like
to take her as his mate.

Under section 4-1-2, article 9,

of the Code of the Wilderness,

he is entitled to do
so after a brief struggle

which you have no
chance of surviving,

insofar as my client is

nine times your
size and undefeated."

Gary will arrive at your
house Friday at 6:00

to take possession of
your family and home."

Friday. Friday?

Should you need assistance
in preparing your will,

we hope you will
think of us first."

Gee, that's nice of 'em.

I know they just
crawled out of the sludge,

and I hate to criticize
other life forms,

but God, I hate lawyers.

What does Fran
think about all of this?

After all, she is the
female in question.

I haven't told her. I wanted
to work out my plan first.

No kidding, you got a plan?

Yeah, it's pretty
simple, really.

Gary arrives at 6:00,
and I'm dead by 6:03.

Maybe 6:05, if I can hold
the bathroom door closed.

Well, pally-boy, just be glad

you're living during
the apex of civilization.

You know, in the olden
days, a guy like Gary

would have just
snuck up behind you

and bit off your pelvis.

Now, you get a
nice embossed letter.

Hey, what is this, cotton bond?

Will you forget
about the stationery?

I'm about to get dismembered
in my own living room.

All right, all right.
Strictly speaking,

I'm not qualified
to serve as counsel.

However, in cases like this,
there is an escape clause.

There is? What is it?

Well, basically, you're entitled
to escape from his claws.

The Code of the
Wilderness clearly states

that you have the legal right to
run away like a scared bunny.

So if I stay, I die in big,
embarrassing pieces

but if I flee, I'm
cast out as a coward

for the rest of my days.

Hmm.

They both have their advantages.

And the little train learned

that if you try and try and try,

you can do anything.

Not true.

Without fiber in your diet,

you can try till you're
blue in the face.

Again! Again! Again!

All right.

This time, we'll read
one of my books.

It's called Lust In The Swamp.

Mother, children's stories.

Of course, dear.

Hey, mom, check this out!

"Once upon a time...

Kirk stood poised
on the diving board,

his tail glistening in the sun."

Ahh.

A delivery guy
just brought this.

Oh, it's from that nice fellow
Gary I met at the market.

He says he's coming
Friday to crush Earl,

take the house and kids

and make me his loving bride.

That's so romantic.

He sent some of his laundry
so I can get a head start. Oh!

I don't get it. What's going on?

Your father's been challenged
to a fight to the death.

What?

How does Earl
stack up to this guy?

Well, this is his sock.

Congratulations, you're a widow.

But I like Dad.

You're just used to him.

It's not fair I just get handed
over to some new guy.

Sweetheart, trust
me, you're trading up.

I'm alone in here.

Robbie, would you go
look after your brother?

All right, but I'd like
to go on record here.

I'm pretty sure
killing Dad is wrong.

How can you talk like this?

I love Earl.

I can't imagine
living without Earl.

That's sweet.

All right, we've
mourned long enough.

What do you say we start
cleaning out his closets.

Oh, I can't believe
Earl didn't mention this.

He's been carrying this
burden all by himself.

Yeah, yeah, he's a saint.

He didn't even blame me.

A lesser male would
have, but not my Earl.

You! You flirt with
some masta-Don Juan,

in the invertebrate aisle
and now I'm gonna die!

Earl, it wasn't like that.

Oh, yes it was.

Ah, there you were,

pushing your cart
seductively down the aisle,

swinging that tail for
the whole world to see.

"Excuse me, Mr. 90-foot
husband killer,

I can't reach the top shelf.

But if you get that can for me,

you can have my whole family!"

Earl, you're being ridiculous.

Hello?

No, Gary's not here yet!

Friday, he'll be here
Friday, and then forever.

OK, all right, I'll
take a message.

Stan, yeah, uh-huh.

Brunch Sunday. Right, got it.

All right, I'll tell him.

Earl, you didn't
have to do that.

I know how mad I get when
I don't get my messages.

Hey, what the heck is this?

It's Gary's sock. He thinks
I'm gonna do his laundry.

His laundry? He
thinks you're gonna do...

His sock?

His foot?

How many of these
feet does he have?

Earl, listen to me.

There's only one
thing you can do.

You have to go away
forever and never come back.

You have to do that
because I love you,

and I want you to be safe.

Oh, Fran, it seems so wrong
to give up my whole family

on account of one sock.

You're saying you
want me to leave town?

If I can't have
you here with me,

I want to at least
know you're safe.

Fran, part of me is saying,
"Hey, this is my house.

I ought to stay and fight."

That's probably the
part to get eaten first.

Earl, I can't tell
you what to do.

You have to choose
what you think is right.

You choose. Pick the one
where I don't hear anything snap.

Well, Earl, maybe you can win.

Maybe a guy your size

could beat a rampaging
50-foot dilophosaurus.

Hand me my jammies, Fran.

Oh, Fran, tell me the truth.

Do you like this Gary fellow?

Earl, I love you.

You're the one I want
to spend my life with,

you big lizard.

I'm gonna miss
you, Fran. I really am.

But I want you to be brave
and try to make a life with Gar.

Oh, Earl.

Or you could slowly poison
him over the next few years.

Your choice.

Gosh, Lyle, I really like you.

I just wish you had... horns.

Oh, that hurt.

Hi, I'm Spike Sterling,

president of the
Horn Club For Males.

And I can give you a full head

of long, luxurious horns

without penetrating your skull.

I did it gradually, and
no one even noticed.

- Not only am I...
- Robbie?

Hey, Dad.

As you know, I've
been challenged.

For reasons too
complicated to explain,

I've chosen not to fight.

But Dad, who's gonna play
catch with me? Take me fishing?

I don't know. Who does that now?

Nobody, but I was
hoping we could start.

Aw, gee, son, I
would have liked that.

Aw, and Junior.

When you're all grown up,
and I'm just a photo in a frame

will you even remember
the special bond we had?

Move over!

Oh, oh, the TV!

- That's daddy's little boy.
- Shh.

Wow, who would have thought
I'd miss my kids this much?

Oh, oh, and I have another one.

Ah, there's my baby girl.

Still blissfully ignorant
of her father's terrible fate.

Charlene, there's something
very important I have to tell you

in these, our last
precious moments.

Can it wait? Cause I
have to ask you a favor.

Oh, anything, my princess.

I've got some friends
coming over this afternoon.

I was just wondering,
while they're here,

maybe you could not be.

Oh, my little girl's
embarrassed by her father.

I remember when I was
embarrassed by my father.

And now, the torch
has been passed.

My baby's grown up.
She's ashamed of me.

So then, you'll leave?

These are the moments
a father lives for.

I built this family.
I raised you kids.

I didn't actually raise you,
but I watched with interest.

I have earned this, it's mine.

I am never gonna leave.

Ok, we'll move the
meeting to Mindy's house.

Fran, Robbie, come in here.

Hey, I am not going
to miss out on this

or any of your other
insulting rites of passage.

What's going on, Earl?

I have decided
to stay and fight.

Dad, are you sure?
You saw Gary's sock.

Bring on his socks, bring on
his shorts, the whole hamper!

Earl Sinclair is
fighting for his family.

And let no one
underestimate the fury

of a determined megalosaurus

who's not afraid to stand alone.

Here is the way I see it.

If all of us stick together,
then none of us has to get hurt.

But none of us are gonna
get hurt. Gary's only killing you.

Yeah.

My point is, we
gotta get organized

because this could
happen to any one of us.

But it didn't.

Yeah, and you're the
only one married to Fran.

- Yeah. Let's get lunch.
- Guys, guys.

Our buddy Earl
is in trouble here.

He needs our help.

So who's gonna be there Friday?

I got a Yahtzee tournament.

I'm getting my teeth drilled.

Next time for sure.

Boy.

Every one of 'em's got
plans. Who'd have guessed it?

How about you, Roy?

Hey, you're my pal, pally-boy.

I'd never desert you
in your hour of need.

Lookit here, I got you a book.

Oh.

"So You've Been Challenged.

How to Get Ready For
a Fight to the Death."

We're gonna get you
in such good shape,

Old Gary there's gonna
have to think twice

before he kills the next guy.

Eh! Eh! That's my boy.

Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.

This is it.

My final day of life.

The last time I gaze
on my alarm clock.

Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.

Goodbye, my trusty timekeeper.

And you, lamp.

You brought light where
once there was darkness.

Oh! Off, on,

off, on, off, on,

off.

On.

We always understood each other.

Oh, and you, my lint brush!

So much remains unsaid!

- Earl?
- Oh, hi, Fran.

I made Clydesdale
pancakes. Hurry on down.

Thank you.

Oh, God, 12 hours left.

I've got to experience
every moment to the fullest.

I've gotta squeeze the life
out of every second I've got left!

What should I wear?

Nah. Nah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey, Dad. Dad, Mom's
wondering what's taking so long.

Oh, my goodness,
the whole day's gone.

Uh, all right. I'll just
go with the plaid.

Uh, goodbye, other shirt.

Gary, Daddy.

Daddy, Gary!

Aaah!

No, no, no, no. Gimme.

Nice.

Ahh.

Is your father coming?

No, he's still saying
goodbye to his shoetree.

I want you to know I'm never
going to call this new guy Dad,

even if he wins
me over with gifts,

and cash, and a
phone in my room.

Goodbye, banister.

Goodbye, staircase.

I don't want to single
any one of you out.

Hello, Earl.

And finally, my beloved family.

"How do I say goodbye to you?"

See ya.

Wait a minute, Dad. You
don't have to go alone.

We can fight him
together. Boom! Pow!

If you were 40 feet taller,
I'd take you up on that.

Now, you kids, close your eyes,

or one day you're gonna
require a lot of therapy.

Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Uh, pardon me. Is
this the Sinclair house?

Uh, let's see. Pressure
point. Pressure point.

Hey, what are you
doing? Cut that out.

Fran, I don't think I'm winning.

Look, I have an
appointment with Earl Sinclair.

Well, that used to be me.

Let me introduce
you to your new family.

This is your son Robbie.

How's it going?

This is your daughter Charlene.

- Hello.
- Your new baby.

Where's the rest of him?

And I believe you know Fran.

You look gorgeous. I can't wait
to bite your husband's head off.

Gary, I want you to know
something right away.

I love Earl. He's the
only male I've ever loved.

No matter what happens here
he's the only male I ever will love.

He looks kind of short
and dumpy from up here.

- Watch it.
- That's my daddy.

Well, from down
here, he looks just fine,

which is more than
I can say about you,

you insensitive,
insecure, arrogant...

Uh, honey, I was hoping
to avoid a lingering death.

Who do you think
you are, anyway?

The guy who carried
your groceries.

Besides, I'm not
even interested in you.

So I want you to go away.

Uh, uh, uh, uh...

Can I offer anybody
coffee? Gary?

Fran, I just thought...

You thought? You
thought nothing.

If you thought at all,
you would have realized

that this is my life,
my home, my family,

and you have no
right to take it away.

Yeah.

Earl, you married this?

19 years.

19 years. You must
be made of steel.

She's had a hard day,
being widowed and all.

Listen, Fran, Earl,
I just had a thought.

Maybe I'm not
ready to settle down.

- What?
- Huh?

You're not?

All right, all right, I was,

but I was looking for
something a little less... horrible.

Hey, hey, that's our
wife you're talking about.

She's all yours, Earl.

All right, then maybe you
better just step off my porch.

Yeah, and put those pine trees
back where you found them!

Easy, honey, I think we won.

Nice meeting you all.
Certainly been a pleasure.

You've got a beautiful
family here, Earl.

Good look with them.

What a shrew.

We use what we have.

There's this big kid at school
who's been bothering me.

Maybe you could come
down and teach him a lesson.

Hold on there.

I'm the father and if anybody's
gonna go to your school

and beat up a kid,
it's gonna be me.

OK. Thanks, dad. Cool.

Still the daddy! Still the
daddy! Still the daddy!

Oh, Earl. You were so brave.

Yeah. What moment exactly?

You were willing to open
that door and face him.

Yeah, I did do that, didn't I?

I opened it right
up and I faced him.

At least the part of
him you could see.

Did you notice his
ankle was trembling?

No, I didn't,

but I'd be happy to say
so in front of the neighbors.

Aw, thanks, Frannie.

You're worth fighting for.

Oh!

Oh.