All language subtitles for Dinosaurs S02E05 Endangered Species.DVDRip.NonHI.cc.en.DSNY.EN

Honey, I'm home.

Ha-ha-ha.

Aw. Mama's little helper.

I'm the baby. Gotta love me.

♪ La la-la da la-la ♪

♪ Da da-da da da da da la-la ♪

Look what Daddy got you.

- Not Mommy, Daddy.
- From Mama?

No, no, no, no. Mommy
had nothing to do with it.

Well, she wrapped it,

but Daddy bought it with
money from his back-breaking job.

Let's see! Let's see!

Look! It's one of
those mutant ninja

caveman ninja teenage thingies.

I picked it out by myself
for you. Just for you.

It's from Dad.

Ribbon! Mama got me ribbon!

Ha-ha-ha! Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Mama got me ribbon!

Ribbon! Mama got me ribbon!

♪ See what's waitin' for you ♪

♪ At the Food Chain ♪

Da-da-ta-da. Ho, ho. Hi, hi, hi.

I'm your greengrocer with this
week's specials at the Food Chain.

Look at these summer slugs.

They're big, they're
juicy, they're slimy.

Oh! Pop 'em in your mouth.

They leave a trail all
the way down your throat.

Yum, yum.
Dollar-ninety-five a pound.

Hey, on those hot summer days,

nothing says refreshment
like frozen rat on a stick.

Mmm, boy. My grandkids love 'em.

Whoa-ho! Beep-beep.

Gourmet alert.

Grapdelites are back.

The sweetest-tasting, furriest
little animals in the world.

They used to be plentiful,
but now they're in short supply.

Get down here because when
these grapdelites are gone,

baby, they're gone.

Shouldn't you be on
your way to the store?

For what?

Well, isn't your
anniversary coming up?

Yeah. So?

- Your 20th anniversary.
- Could be.

That's the grapdelite
anniversary, dude.

I know that. What makes
you think I don't know that?

You gotta have more faith
in your old man, Charlene.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, wow. Look at that.

Hey, look at the time.

I gotta go buy a set of tires.

Huh?

Robbie, grapdelites. See?

Huh?

For me and your
mom's anniversary.

- I got the last two.
- Great.

Earl, is that you?

- Hide these from your mom.
- Huh?

OK, I'm coming, Fran.

Boy.

- Shouldn't you be hiding us?
- Can't you see he's thinking?

I'm merely reminding him of
his responsibility to his father.

Hey, I'm trying to
write a paper here, OK?

- What's your paper about?
- Oh, it's none of our business.

It's a Social Studies paper
and it's not going very well.

"Why dinosaurs rule the Earth."

"We're big."

That really bites, doesn't it?

There's no denying size
allows almost unlimited benefits.

Of course, the duality
of nature dictates

for every benefit,
there must be a cost.

Don't you agree?

- Uh, well, I, uh...
- We've lost him.

- Try an illustration.
- Of course.

Why is it good to to be big?

Well, we get to eat
whoever we want.

- Uh, no offense.
- Oh, none taken.

However, if you don't
plan for the future,

there won't be any more
food. That would be the cost.

What do you mean?
There's always more food.

- That's what "more" means.
- Oh, dear.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Imagine that these are
all the grapes in the world.

Um, yeah. So?

Now, suppose you
eat all the grapes.

Mm. OK.

OK. Now what?

Now, suppose you
want grapes tomorrow.

Well, I'll go to the
market and get some.

But those were all
the grapes in the world.

- I'll eat something else.
- Oh, well. You rule the world.

A world without grapes.

So, you're saying if we eat
them all, there won't be any more.

- I think he understands.
- Ah.

Hah! I can stretch
that to 500 words easy.

Or maybe he doesn't.

You guys can help me every day.

Or at least until Mom
and Dad's anniversary.

- Hmm?
- Oh.

So... Tuesday
night, boys' night out.

What's it going to be?

Hey, how about bowling?

Bowling. Yeah!

Guess I'll keep the score again.

Hey, Roy, you could try
kicking the ball down the alley.

Oh, yeah. That's rich. It's
tough being a tyrannosaurus.

Anyway, I'm very good at soccer.

Yeah. Hey, are you in, Earl?

Hmm, Tuesday, Tuesday...

No. That's Fran's anniversary.

Mine, too, if you
think about it.

Oh. So then we'll
see you at eight?

Oh, no.

This is the big one.

The 20th anniversary
grapdelite dinner.

- Oh!
- You got grapdelites?

Yeah. Two juicy ones.

The last two they had.

I remember the days
when I was a kid,

99 cents they got for a dozen.

I paid 8.99 each.

They can't find 'em
around much anymore.

Yeah. They're a
rare delicacy now,

but, boy, they are the
sweetest-tasting things in the world.

Yeah, I musta eaten
a million of them.

- Me, too.
- Me, too.

I wonder where they all went.

Hmm. we'll never know.

You might just have the
last two in the world there,

- you lucky guy.
- Sinclair!

- Ooh...
- Uh...

In here. Now!

Uh... y-you wanted
to see me, my captain?

I hear you got your 20th
anniversary coming up, Sinclair.

How suspiciously cordial
of you to take an interest, sir.

The wife's probably looking forward
to that grapdelite dinner, right?

I'm sure she is, sir.

Yeah. A little
wine, candlelight,

and those grapdelites are going
to taste so sweet and satisfying.

Mmm!

You and the wife'll probably
look each other in the eye

and tell each other how very
much in love you still are and,

who knows? Maybe you'll even
take a little trip upstairs and...

Ha!

It's not going to happen!

It's not?

I want those grapdelites!

What?

They're my favorite food.

Everybody's out of them.
You got 'em, I want 'em.

You don't give 'em to me,
I'm gonna bite off your head.

B... but I can't give
them to you, sir.

They're for my wife.

If she didn't get them
she'd be very unhappy.

How much is your wife's
happiness worth to you, Sinclair?

Uhh...

Well, I see what you're
getting at there, sir...

Uh, Mr. Richfield, but no
amount of money is worth

taking this away from my wife.

My wife's happiness
means the world to me.

Here's 50 bucks.

It's a small world, after all.

But with all due respect,

you know, there is the matter
of my own personal dignity, sir.

You only get one
20th anniversary,

and if I sell you
my grapdelites,

how much is my
personal dignity worth?

I got another 23 dollars
for your personal dignity.

That should cover it.

Oh, and what about
my self-respect?

I think we've
taken care of that.

Oh, good.

Thanks for
everything. I got an "F".

- Oh, careful.
- Hey.

Huh? Oh, sorry.
I didn't see you.

You first.

Oh, he seems distressed.

I hope it's nothing we've done.

"Why dinosaurs rule the Earth."

I wrote a whole essay
about what you said about

how we're too wise
to eat all the grapes.

Look what the teacher wrote.

"There will always be more
grapes. That's what 'more' means."

An "F".

But just because the
teacher doesn't understand

doesn't mean you've failed.

Stanley Kravitz got an "A".

Well, what did he write?

He wrote "Because we're big."

That was my answer.
I had the right answer

and I let you guys
talk me out of it.

Why did I let you
talk me out of it?

Because it's wrong.

Yeah, but the
teacher thinks it's right.

Well, what if the
teacher's wrong?

Yeah, right. What if
the teacher's wrong?

I try that on my parents all
the time and it never works.

Anyway, the teacher said there
would always be enough grapes,

there would always
be enough everything.

Then she called me a radical!

But there's not always going
to be enough of everything.

Aw, leave me alone.
I already flunked once

and that's what I get for
letting food do my homework.

- We're the last two grapes.
- What?

That's why they can't find any
more of us. There aren't any.

We're the last of our kind.

- Uh, how can that be?
- Because we're delicious.

My parents will eat
you tomorrow night.

Then there won't
be any more of you.

Oh, boy. What a
blow to your teacher.

You guys should try
to escape or something.

No, we need to help
you with your paper.

It's very important.

This is your last
night on Earth.

Forget the paper. The
assignment is over.

Not if you don't
know the answer.

Here, Robbie. Try it again.

OK.

Now, why do
dinosaurs rule the Earth?

- Mmm.
- Why?

Robbie!

- Uh-oh.
- That's your father.

- Happy anniversary.
- Shh.

Uh...

Robbie, give me the grapdelites.

Uh...

Shh!

One minute the grapdelites were
here, the next they were gone.

I... I guess they must
have run into the woods.

Why do you always do this to me?

I can't breathe, Dad.

Yeah, yeah. We all got problems.

Oh, please.

See... So they got away. If
Mom could see how upset you are,

she'd know how much you
wanted her to have them

and how much you love her, and
that's the only present she'll need.

That's the only
present she's gonna get.

I sold the grapdelites to
Mr. Richfield for 73 bucks.

You sold Mom's anniversary gift?

- He was gonna bite off my head.
- Where's your self-respect?

I had to throw that
in to close the deal.

Aw, gee.

Now they're running
around unprotected.

I've got to find those
poor little sweet creatures

before somebody
else eats them for free.

OK, OK, OK. Yeah.

Your father seems to
be under a lot of stress.

It's because of us, you know.

Yeah.

We should turn ourselves
in and accept our fate.

No!

One cannot avoid
one's destiny, Robert.

One can try. Your
whole species is at stake.

Why am I the only
one willing to fight for it?

Perhaps that is your destiny.

You seem to have a keen
sense of moral responsibility.

And one who runs
from his responsibility

can only become a slave to
shallow and materialistic goals.

- A-ha!
- A-ha!

Shh.

Dad promised me a
dollar if I found them.

Ha!

♪ I get the dollar ♪

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll give you two
dollars if you keep your mouth shut, OK?

I'm sure if you'd go
2, Dad would go 3.

- Ahh...
- Who are you?

We're the grapdelites.
Who are you?

Oh, I'm the baby. Gotta love me!

Aw. Pleased to meet you.

Let's play.

Ooh! The innocence of children.

- Ha-ha-ha!
- Ooh!

The unbridled spirit of youth.

- Yeah.
- Ooh!

Give me that! Here's
what it feels like.

Hey! Hey! Ha-ha-ha! Again!

What?

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Oh! Ha-ha! Again!

Seven, eight,
nine, ten. OK, here.

Easiest money I ever made.

Yeah, yeah, fine. Just get out.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Ugh!

I don't know what came over me.

I love children.

- Do you have any?
- What?

Children. Hey, you could
keep the species alive

if you had children.
I mean, you know,

provided that one
of you guys is a girl.

Not that you don't
have a really nice figure,

whichever one of you
uh... might be a girl.

I'm the female.

So, why don't you have children?

He's never even
asked me out to dinner.

There's no time for
dinner. You guys are dinner.

Time is not the issue, Robert.

We don't believe this is a
safe world to bring up children.

Especially delicious children.

Well, maybe we could make it
safer for you and your children.

Before me, nobody knew
what you guys had to offer.

I could tell other dinosaurs.

- His optimism is encouraging.
- Mm. But is it justified?

Who should I tell first?

Ooh, how about your father?

Uh... no.

What are our chances if you
can't convince your own father?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Here, little grapdelites.

Come on, you
little furry fellas.

My boss wants to meet you.

Dad, I've got something for you.

Robbie, you found them!

Way to save your dad's life!

Dad, your grapdelites are
the last two in the world.

You can't give
them to Mr. Richfield.

But, Robbie, he paid for them.

They belong to him. Really.

But they're not just food.

They know stuff. The world will
be worse off when they're gone.

Why?

They showed me that there
are other creatures in the world

that are, well, maybe not
as important as dinosaurs,

but it's important
that they be here.

And you believe that?

They trust us to do
the right thing, Dad.

Boy, you try to make a couple
extra bucks for your family

and what do you get?

A burning moral
dilemma from your son.

How dare he put this on me?

Well... Perhaps it's just
that he believes in you.

How do you know?

Well, you know how
he feels about us,

and still he gave
us to you willingly.

- Willingly.
- Yes.

If that doesn't show faith,
I don't know what does.

- Food for thought.
- Thought from food.

Are you guys
really going extinct?

Any minute now.

Yes.

Oh, yeah.

I have a big decision
to make here, huh?

- Mm-hm.
- Uh-huh.

I hate those.

Sinclair! Entrer
with the entree.

OK, you guys.
Get back in the box.

Come on, watch your heads.

Hurry up, Sinclair! I'm
salivating all over my desk!

I... I'm sorry, Mr. Richfield.

I've decided these
grapdelites are not for sale.

- What?
- Here's your money back.

Sinclair, you dog. You got the
nerve to put the squeeze on me?

I like it! I respect it!

Name your new price.

There is no price.

You stink at this, Sinclair!

These are the last two
grapdelites on Earth.

If you eat 'em, there
aren't any more. Forever.

So, I'm sorry if you're angry,
but I've made my decision.

Angry? Well, I'm
not angry, Sinclair.

I'm appalled.

I had no idea.

Then... you understand?

Oh! I am deeply
touched by the sad plight

of these poor, poor creatures.

I want to help 'em!

Well, that's not necessary, sir.

I'll just take them home
so my son can protect them.

Well, Your son may
be well-intentioned,

but he, like you, is
a simple individual,

and you simple individuals
do not have the vast resources

to accomplish good in the world.

Well, who does?

Corporations, such as this one.

Good can only
happen in this world

when individuals put
their trust in corporations.

We'll take care of
your little friends.

Gosh, Mr. Richfield,
corporations really do that?

- Corporations do.
- So, what do I do?

Hand them to me.

Ahh...

You've done the right thing.

Um, buy yourself something nice.

Thank you, sir.

Gee, who'd have ever thought

a corporation could be
compassionate and caring?

"Why dinosaurs rule the Earth."

Hmm.

Huh?

What?

Am I goin' crazy? Huh?

Wha...

Oh, my...

Wow!

Oh!

Robbie...

Dad, come here. Check this out.

Ooh!

Huh?

Ooh. Daddy?

I promise.

Happy anniversary, Fran.

Happy anniversary, Earl.

Oh!

Aw...

Aw...

Coochie-coo.

Babies. Babies.