All language subtitles for Scrubs s04e22 My Big Move.eng

Let me explain.

Turk and Carla's marriage was in trouble
because of some dumb stuff Turk had done,

So last night, I took Carla
out to smooth things over.

Long story short, we smooched.

Sorry.
Drunken accident.

It was barely more than a friend kiss,
so we decided not to tell Turk.

Or so I thought.

J.D. And I kissed.

Was it a comfortable silence?

No. And I'm not going to be
the one who breaks it.

Unfortunately, I had one of Rowdy's hairs caught in my throat.

Uh-oh.

I guess there's a lot of things
that can knock you on your ass.

Like, for instance, when your
17-year-old neighbor doesn't see you as a smoking hottie anymore.

Oh. Pedro?

I can't seem to find my pencil.

Do you have any idea where it might be?

Oh, it's right there between
your bosoms... ma'am.

"Ma'am"?

Y-you just ma'amed your way out of
me ever buying you beer again.

"Ma'am"?

And of course, the one thing you can
always count on to knock you on your ass...

Floor wax.

Uncanny.

Dr. Kelso, while I got you here,

I need to discuss a hospital matter of grave importance.

What is it?

I'm not happy with my uniform.

ah, new janitor uniforms, top priority.

Right up there with silk jamies for the patients and a cat door for the I.C.U.

I made some sketches.

This one has a cape!

Well, it gives me the option of fighting crime.

Yeah, after work, of course.

Now, this one...
has sort of a medieval thing going.

That's you on a horse?

This is a steed, sir.

That's for cleanup in outer space.

This one is...outer space...evening wear.

This one's just a kangaroo.

Sometimes I draw kangaroos.

You know, I could look at the demented crayon sketchings of a madman all day, but I got a hospital to run.

Did you wax over there yet?

No, sir.

I'll get a new uniform, or I'll wax everything in your world.

Oh, hey there. Wait till you get a load of this.

They're giving me a teaching award tonight,

so io gonna need you to go ahead
and holster up the twins, since you'll be playin' the role of arm candy.

Yeah, I'm not going.

If I wanna hear someone go on and
on about how great you are, I'll just listen to you during sex.

I'm hearing the hate, but I'm
not seing the hate. You...

Oh, my god.

Did you botox your face into
an expressionless mask?

Pedro called me "ma'am."

Oh, damn it, Jordan, come on.

Now, you know, I'm generally ok with you
puting any poison you want into your body.

But this is the first time I've ever won anything.

It's not that bad.

Really!

Show me...

happy.

Sad.

Silly.

Amused. B-mused. C-mused.

Show me...angry.

You got angry down.

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Scrubs episode 4x22
My big move

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When we got to work, not
a whole lot had changed.

The silence was killing me.

You kissed my wife.

I miss the silence.

Did you like it?

Well, it's kind of a trick question, Turk.

I mean, if I say yes, it's like I'm sayin',

"damn, dude, your wife is hot, and
I'd like to get me some of that."

But if I say no, then I'm all like,

"yo, I know she's your wife, but you
can keep that fish-lipped bitty."

How about you, Carla?
Did you like it?

No! His lips are chappy.

I can't use lip balm. I always end up eating it.

When I was little, I used
to spread it on crackers.

Well, if it isn't the happy couple.

Oh, and Turk's here, too!

Ok. Are we not laughing about this yet?

Turk, look, I'm so sorry, but
you have to believe me.

It was barely anything.

It was barely even a kiss, dude. It was like
an accidental lip bump, like, "oops."

Don't even look at her.

Sit on the floor!

Sitting.

Fine.
I'll show you with Elliot.

Something wonderful is happening.

I don't understand why you're
butting in all my patients,

you know, outside of your usual
arrogance and god complex.

I don't know what you're talkin' about.

Kiss my ring.

However, if you'd like to know
about why I'm "butting in,"

it's because your young
patient Lindsay here,

when she was 10 years old, I'm the
one who diagnosed her with epilepsy.

And now that her medication is no
longer controlling her seizures, I'd like to know what's going on.

Besides, over the years, Lindsay and
I have developed quite a rapport.

Hey. Lindsay.

What's up, girlfriend?

See?

Rapport.

The damn janitor waxed the counter!

Give me that phone.

It doesn't have to be like this.

I know.

Here.

It's beautiful.

Uh, you don't have to put it on today, b-but--

Hey, we're kinda in the middle of something here!

This'll just take a second.

Nice, huh?

Who gets a tattoo of a mop?

- Can I get up? My butt is asleep.
- No!

Turk...you know how I was so upset because
you started calling your ex-girlfriend?

I just couldn't understand how a
married person could slip up like that.

Now I do.

I'm so sorry.

Me, too, buddy.

Guys...as insane as this may sound,
I'm actually gonna be ok with this.

Just do me a favor.

No more apologies.

And no more explanations.

And for the love of god, honey, no more
girl-on-girl kissing demonstrations.

Something horrible has happened.

I'll tell you why Lindsay's seizures are back.

Her blood work shows her dilantin is at zero.

She's not takin' her medicine.

What?!

I'm gonna give that girl a serious talking to.

With all due respect, Dr. Cox,
maybe I should talk to her.

With no due respect whatsoever, why?

Well, she's a teenage girl.
That's an awkward time.

You know, your breasts are growing...
not always symmetrically.

Um, you like boys. Maybe
one gives you a ride home.

You think something's gonna
happen, but it doesn't,

and that just makes it official
that you're a lopsided freak!

Happy ending, though--
lefty caught up in college.

Barbie!
Yeah.

I have a finite amount of brain space,

and your inspiring story of the little
breast who couldn't just pushed out

my memory of the 1980 olympic
hockey team's victory at lake placid.

Miracle on ice...

Gone.

Listen to me carefully.

I know all about what it's
like to be a teenage girl.

Of course,

I never had to try to convince my mother
that I sure would've liked a naval ring.

Oh, well, we were all going to
jamaica, and my friend Susie--

Brain space.

Turk.

You've been so awesome, but we still need
you to know how innocent the kiss was.

Guys, it's cool. Don't even worry about it.

Just watch, buddy.

See?

Get your hands off my woman!

I think you separated my shoulder. The pain is excruciating.

Whaaaat?

Looking good, janitor.

Well, thank you, petite lady.

Wow! That color really brings out your package.

Thank you... supposedly straight surgeon.

It's a good day.

Hey, buddy!

That's a great suit!

Don't bust the new uni.

Little boy blue!

Blow your horn.

He didn't stop.

Stop.

This hallway's closed. You have
to find another way around.

Whatever. You got somethin' here, though.

What's that?

I don't know. You look so cute in your little
blue outfit, I wanted to give you a tickle.

All right, what the hell is goin' on?

Feel free to take notes.
All right there, blossom.

Here's the hot gossip.

You're having seizures again because
you're not taking your medication.

If this continues, you will be dead.

And I'm not talking about the
"oh, my god, if I don't get invited to the prom, I'm going to die" type of dead.

I'm talking dead dead. Is that clear enough
for you? Because if it's not, I...

could, of course, "text" you on my
blackberry or my blueberry or my Chuck Berry,

although technically,
Chuck Berry is a blackberry.

The point is, you gotta stop wasting
everybody's time and grow up. Is that clear to you, sweetheart?

Yes, Dr. Cox.

That a girl

Barbie? You're free to kiss my ring.

It's nice when things get back to normal.

Hey, guys.

Hey, Carla.
Hey.

You gotta try these sweet
potato fries. They're amazing.

Put some ketchup on it.

You got it.

Like I said before, small things
can knock you on your ass.

Whether it's realizing that
nobody's afraid of you anymore...

Good lord!

Or find out that you have no idea
how to deal with a teenage girl.

Nice work.

The important thing is to not
make a scene in the cafeteria.

Want another one?

Turk!

What?!

What? Were you gonna eat that?

How about this--

Let's all have fries, huh?

Let's all have fries!

You want fries?!

Turk, you said you were ok!

My fries!

Well, apparently I'm not ok, am I, Carla?

Apparently, I'm not!

You know why? Because
kisses just don't happen.

They don't.

Now, this is somebody's fault,
and I wanna know whose.

Forget fries!

Admittedly, I lost my cool here.

- No, Turk, it's understandable.
- No! Why would you--

I'm sorry... but the only way I'm
gonna have closure here is if I can blame one of you guys.

I just gotta figure out who.

Don't worry, this will all
be fine, you know Turk.

I mean...

Whoever he blames will get the
silent treatment for a couple days,

then he'll make snarky
comments for a few months,

and then sooner or later, he'll be
laughing about the whole thing.

It's just like the time I slept
with his family's cleaning lady.

Ohh! You slept with Toonie?

I was staying in their guest room,
and she was buffing the nightstand, and she just kept on buffin'.

But, hey, thanks for
takin' the hit on this one.

Me?!
Nuh-uh. Nuh-uh.

You're his best friend. All you have
to do is say, "I'm sorry," high-five him, and go, "aaahhh!"

But all you have to do is have sex
with him, and he'll forgive you.

If I have sex with him,
he'll probably end up madder.

You know what?

Let's not play into his blame game.

Agreed.

Turk, she was pourin' drinks into me,
and she knows I put out when I'm drunk.

He took me to a bar.

I didn't ask him to walk me home!

I'm tellin' you, dude, she was
all over me like ants on candy.

You think you're talkin' to Turk, don't you?

Idiot.

Look, Lindsay, I'm... real
sorry if I upset you before.

I truly am. I probably should've asked you
why you stopped taking your medication,

and to be honest with you, I was...

I was hoping you'd be able to give me
the answer to that one right about now.

So, Lindsay, it must be kinda cool having
the same name as that Lindsay lohan.

Gosh, she's supercool.

Just between you, me and the I.V.,
Guess I've probably seen confession of a teenage drama queen,

oh, I don't know, 3, 4...5, 6... 7, 8, 9 times.

What a film.

that girl...

That girl is a robot.

I spent 3 hours in there and got goose egg.

It's so odd that she didn't respond
to you because you know so much about teenage girls.

All right, look. Barbie...

I'm about to say 4 words that I've never
said to you before, that I'll never say again.

Go on, get outta here.

I need...your help.

Fine. But I have 3 rules.

One--when we're in the
room, you say nothing.

2--I get to say whatever I want about you.

And 3--if you break rule one or 2,
I get to boing your curls.

What the hell does "boing" mean?

Boing.

Oh, god, this is gonna kill me.

All right, just put on your mean
face, and order shall be restored.

Hi. Nut.

What?!
Don't even know you.

Yeah, yeah.
Happy birthday.

You gave me a cursed uniform.

It's not cursed. It's simply psychology.

I chose robin's-egg blue because
it has a calming effect on people

and I knew it would be
the thorn in your paw.

Other colors evoke different reactions.

For example, bright orange has
been found to provoke hostility.

Dr. Kelso, I want to thank
you again for the tie.

Fist five!

It's the third time today!

Ohhh...please don't make me
go to this banquet tonight.

Jordan, this award came from my interns,

so I think the least you can do
is show up and support me.

And just like that, it was time for the moment of truth.

- Hey, Turk.
- Hey Turk.

What's up, J.D.?

The silent treatment.

Be gracious.

I got 3 words for ya--

"sucks to be..."

adding a fourth--

"you."

After sharing a quick victory dance
with Roland, the heavy-set orderly,

who, coincidentally, was
my victory dancer coach...

- Pop the hips.
- Ok.

Pop the hips, J.D.

Thanks, roland.
One day I'll get it.

I doubt it.

...I got to thinking about relationships...

about how people fall in love...

have kids...

grow old together...

and say good-bye.

And then, for some reason,
I thought about the circus.

But then I was back on relationships.

Back to your room, Mr. Johnson.
You got one ventricule.

And I couldn't help thinking that maybe it
wasn't luck that made relationships last.

Maybe it was just a matter
of who takes fewer hits.

You don't have to talk to me. Just wave
if you're gonna give me a ride home.

And I realized I should've been the
one to take that hit, not Carla.

Hey, Lindsay.

Oh. Don't worry. He's not allowed to talk.

Is that true?

You may nod.

You know, Lindsay, when I
was 15, I cut my own bangs.

Oh, that's right, Percival,
it's a high school hair story.

Anyway, Judy Keenan told me that
she would also cut her hair off.

It was like a suicide pact, only with bangs.

I cut off my hair, and
of course, she backed out.

But even though my bangs looked
horrible, I kept them that way,

mostly because those stupid bangs were

the only thing in my life
that I felt I had control over.

You know?

I'm so tired of everyone
telling me what to do--

when to be home, what to wear,
when to take my medicine.

I mean, I'm the one who's sick. Right?

I can handle my own life.

How about I tell your parents that from now
on the prescriptions for your medicine will be given directly to you.

You'll be in charge of getting
your dilantin, taking it...everything.

Thank you.

Great.

I don't have a ring, but you can kiss my ass.

Feared in gray...

beautiful in blue.

Feared in gray...

beautiful in blue.

I'm gonna grab a fry...

some ketchup.

Ahh. It's cold.

That's it.

I'm back.

That was weird.

No. That was weird.

What are you doin'?

That's all it was.

And if you still need someone to blame,
why don't you try blaming yourself?

You're absolutely right.

It's my fault you kissed my wife.

Oh, man!
I'm goin' home.

Dude, who do you think you're talkin' to?

You think you're the
world's greatest husband?

Please. I was there when you were

flirting with your ex-girlfriend and
neglected to tell her you were married.

I was there when you tried to hook
up with that waitress the day before you got engaged.

And I was definitely there when you
hooked up with that nasty-ass stripper at boobies, boobies, boobies.

That wasn't me.
That was you.

I know, but I told her my name was Turk.

Look, the point is, think
of the millions of times

you've chosen not to hang
out with your wife 'cause

you were tryin' to hang out with me.

You know, maybe it's time you started acting like a real husband instead of actin' like some sort of crazy...

cowboy.

A cowboy?

I don't know.
It just came to me.

You know I'm right, Turk.

When your pride's at stake, you
can't help but have questions.

Just tell me. How did you know
what was bothering her?

Tell me now so that we don't
have to talk anymore. Ever.

How is it that no man understands that
every woman, whether she's 16 or 60,

still has that awkward, insecure,
self-conscious teenage girl inside of her?

A lot of the time, the
answer is about sacrifice.

Hey.

Look, I was thinkin' maybe...

maybe you'd rather just stay in tonight...

you know, have some pizza, watch...

watch some movies. What do you say?

Are you...are you tryin' to smile?

You're so damn cute.

Sometimes sacrifice is only wearing your
new uni when you're not at work.

Ok, how about this one?

3 blue jays fly into a bar. They say,
"we just wanna wet our beaks"

No? Sorry, Dan. You tell one.

Other times, it's about
swallowing that damn pride.

J.D., Would you hand me the wine,
please? Turk's not talkin' to me.

But ultimately, big or
small, sacrifice is about

doin' something you
really don't want to do.

Hey, guys, I know we
talked about this before, but...

I'm movin' out.

Really?

Yeah. You guys need your space.

Wow. Thanks, man.

You're gonna miss me, though.

Hey, you could turn his room into a gym.

We ain't puttin' no gym in my media room.

Whose media room?

Our media room.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

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