All language subtitles for Tangled The Series s02e15 The Brothers Hook.eg

¶¶

(theme song playing)

¶ I got the wind in my hair
and a fire within ¶

¶ 'Cause there's
something beginning ¶

¶ I got a mystery to solve ¶

¶ And excitement to spare ¶

¶ That beautiful breeze
blowing through ¶

¶ I'm ready to follow it
who knows where ¶

¶ I'll get there, I swear ¶

¶ With the wind in my hair ¶

(snoring)

(grunts)

-Eugene: Aha.
Ah, thank you. -Huh?

Hey. That's
our last apple.

Then why are you using it
for target practice?

I use these breaks
to stay sharp.

-Good. Stay sharp
with your own apples. -Hook Foot: I'm sorry,

but shouldn't the concern here
be that someone was

about to shoot an apple
off my head?!

Lance, that's
our last apple.

Then someone
got here just in time.

Apple usurper!

(neighs)

-Lance: Oh, come on!
-Eugene: I want my apple back.

(Lance, Eugene
shouting, grunting)

Don't think just because
you got horse slobber all over it,

I'm not still gonna eat it.
It's about principle now.

Uh-oh, Pascal.
Sounds like another apple brawl.

(squeaking)

I know, Pascal,
but I can't blame them.

We've experienced some
pretty heavy stuff out here.

(gasps)

Oh, Pascal,
this is perfect!

Great news, everybody!

We are going to see
Hook Hand in concert.

Not only will seeing some
real live entertainment give us a chance

to unwind and get
our mind off the road...

and each other,

it will be
a Hook Brothers' reunion!

Wow. Thanks, Princess.

Seeing my big bro perform
sounds delightful.

Hmm... Oh, crackers!

This concert's tomorrow and
it's all the way in West Ipsil,

that's at least
three days on foot.

We'll never make
it on time. Oh well. What's for dinner?

Don't worry, Foot. I already
have it all figured out.

We have plenty of time.
All we have to do is leave now,

not stop to eat or drink,
and walk twice as fast as we normally do.

-Oh, and no sleeping.
-(groans)

Come on, guys.
We've a show to catch.

¶ ¶

(sighs)
There he is.

-(cheers, applause)
-Hook Hand: It's so good to be back.

Good night, everybody!

Let's go say hi.

That was incredible!

We-- I mean, we only
got to hear two notes.

And they were incredible.

Hook Foot, you must be
so proud of your brother.

Foot, are you okay?

Okay? Yeah, I'm better
than okay. I'm thrilled.

Just, uh, tired
from all the walking.

I got, uh... walk lag!

All right, All right!
Who's knocking?

-Hey, Rapunzel!
-Hook Hand!

I can't believe you guys
came all this way just to see my show.

Of course.
We wouldn't miss it.

Hey, Hooky. I gotta admit,
I kinda-sorta missed seeing you around Corona.

Oh yeah?
(growls)

How 'bout a shake?

Oh! I forgot.
That's right, you hate me,

and you have a really
sharp hook hand.

So, I'll just wave,
from over here.

Wait a sec.
Razzle Dazzle, is that you?

Both:
Razzle Dazzle?

Bring it in, little bro.

You know, it still hurts
when you use the hook.

You still dazzlin' everybody
with that silly dancin'? (laughs)

Whoa. Hold on a second.
Dancing?

Hook Foot,
you're a dancer?

-No.
-Ha! Yeah, right.

Dancing was this guy's dream.
You believe that?

Seriously?
How did I not know this?

All right. Actually,
dancing was my dream.

-But not anymore.
-Probably for the best, right?

Now, who wants a tour
of my new digs?

Hook Foot, you coming?

Why? So I can listen to the
jerk that crushed my dreams, brag about how he's living his?

Sorry, Princess.
It's just, when I was a kid, dancing was my everything.

It was my dream, but
not everyone was happy to let me have that dream.

¶ ¶

(laughs)
You kiddin'? Dancin's for losers.

Hook Foot:
Then I find out he had a fancy dream of his own.

And when I asked him
if I could join him, he just laughed in my face.

Ha-ha. Only losers dance,
Razzle Dazzle.

Hook Foot:
That's when I gave it all up.

Oh, Hook Foot.
That sounds awful.

Eh, it's ancient history,
I guess.

I'm just glad this little visit
is over and the Brothers Hook

can go our separate
ways yet again.

Got some good news for ya.
Turns out, we're headed

in the same direction.
You guys are ridin' with me.

Hook Hand:
We're headed to a very important event.

It's a glamorous destination
wedding for my patron.

He's a king, and he makes
sure I get everything I need,

so everything's
gotta be perfect.

-It doesn't get
more perfect than this. -(glasses clink)

(muttering):
My brother... king...

I know you're upset
about the way he treated you,

but people change
over time.

Haven't you changed
since then?

I guess. I mean,
I groom myself now.

-And I can read math.
-Hook Hand: May I?

Uh... okay.

¶ ¶

Everybody deserves
a second chance.

Maybe you're right.

-Maybe he has changed.
-That's the spirit.

-(door slams)
-I'll give it a shot.

¶ ¶

Gotta hand it to ya, big bro,
this sure is a class joint ya got here.

Yup. 'Cause to be
the very best, one must have the very best.

And the best is what ya get
when you're livin' the dream.

Of course, we ain't all
cut out for greatness.

Are we, Razzle Dazzle?

(accordion playing)

¶ I had a dream ¶

¶ My dream came true ¶

¶ Yes, I got what I deserve
and so did you ¶

¶ ¶

¶ I'm rich and famous
and completely respected ¶

¶ And I'm livin' the dream ¶

¶ My digs are snazzy
and my agent's connected ¶

¶ And I'm livin' the dream ¶

¶ I'm making millions
playing national tours ¶

¶ Decked in the latest
from my head to my drawers ¶

¶ Guess you could say
my life is better than yours ¶

¶ Brother, I'm livin'
the dream ¶

¶ The ladies love me
and the critics adore me ¶

¶ Yeah, I'm livin' the dream ¶

¶ I hit a pub, they roll
the carpet out for me ¶

¶ 'Cause I'm livin' the dream ¶

¶ My fans surround me,
waving autograph books ¶

¶ People who are not
of my stylish good looks ¶

¶ While I endorse
with my signature hooks ¶

Don't touch.
Those are diamonds for artistes only.

¶ Face it, I'm livin'
the dream ¶

¶ Your dreams were
lame, stupid, poor dreams ¶

¶ But hey,
we don't all get to be ¶

¶ A talent like me ¶

¶ Everybody! ¶

¶ This former low-life
is enjoying the high life ¶

-¶ And I'm livin' the dream ¶
-¶ Livin' the dream ¶

¶ Too bad that your life
ain't as awesome as my life ¶

-¶ You know what I mean? ¶
-¶ He's livin' the dream ¶

¶ Look what I got from
simply paying my dues ¶

¶ The fame, the fortune,
the designer tattoos ¶

¶ I'd bet you'd love to spend
one day in my ¶

¶ Uh... shoes ¶

¶ Then your career's
out of steam ¶

¶ Me though ¶

¶ I'm livin' the dream! ¶

I can't believe
he treats you like that.

-I can.
-We need a better strategy.

Ooh, I got it. Revenge.

I'm talking about
shock and awe.

-Eugene.
-Sorry. What are we, barbarians?

-But you actually are
a barbarian, so-- -No. No revenge.

It's time to be direct.
You need to tell Hook Hand how you really feel.

We're here!
Everybody out!

It's now or never.

What's it gonna be?

Go for revenge.

-Sweet, sweet revenge.
-Shh! Eugene.

Hey, big brother. I got
a bone to pick with you.

I never liked that nickname
"Razzle Dazzle."

And another thing.
I don't like the way you made fun

of my talents and interests
growin' up.

And you know what else?

I demand an apology.

(scoffs)
Apologize, to you?

Get over it, Razzle Dazzle.
It's ancient history.

(stammers):
Uh, I...

If he wants to act
like a baby, let him.

I got a show to do
and my patron does not like to be kept waiting.

He can be a real jerk.

How big of a jerk do you
have to be for Hook Hand to call you a jerk?

You are three minutes late,
you impunctual, lumpy-faced melody pirate!

Oh... him.

Everything must be
perfect for Trevor Jr.'s destination wedding.

Everything!

I have had it
with bullies.

Now, look, I know
you're upset, Blondie.

But this is a workplace
dispute between Hook Hand and his employer,

and you're already on
your way to interfere, that's fantastic.

-King Trevor, I don't
believe we've met. -Who do we have here?

Let's see.
Impossibly long golden locks, a green shoulder slug.

Princess Rapunzel,
I presume?

Oh. And your
felonious boyfriend.

You're still wanted
in Equis, you know.

(clicks tongue)

But I shall spare
your neck the noose,

for it was your thievery
what led Trevor Jr.

into the flippers of his
true love, Lucille.

Rapunzel:
Those two seals are getting married?

This is a seal wedding?
(gasps)

Most adorable thing ever!

This is not over.

Congrats, you two.

Listen well, buffoon. This is
the most important performance

of your measly career,
do you understand me?

When the ceremony has ended,
I will gift the happy couple with a dance,

representing the glory
of their love.

For as you know,
I'm regarded as a world-class dancer.

Should one foul note find
its way into my Trevor Jr.'s ear flaps,

it is back to the Stinky Weasel
with you. Is that clear?

Not one foul note!

Not one foul note, huh?

(sing-songy):
Revenge!

Recognize this?

Ha. That old thing? Yeah.
It's what I wore when I was a nobody.

It's your old hook,

and you wore it when
all you had was a dream.

Of all people, you should
know what it feels like to have to hide your dream.

Why would you do
that to somebody else?

'Cause dancin' is dumb.

Wrong ans--
(clears throat) Pascal?

Wrong answer, bub.

Just because you're bigger
than someone,

it doesn't mean that you
can look down on them.

You should support
your brother.

If it weren't for us
supporting your dream, you'd still be wearing this.

¶ ¶

(lively chattering)

(Trevor muttering)

And now, I shall favor
the couple with my dance.

Maestro Hook Hand.

Enough dawdling, fool. Play!

(clears throat)
Ladies and gentlemen, and seals.

I got somethin' to say.

Playing the piano for people
like you was always my dream.

And I'm living my dream
because people that could've laughed at me, didn't.

But the truth is, I haven't
always been as supportive

of other people's dreams
as I should have.

Enough of this
sentimental hogwash.

It is time for my dance.

-(crowd cheers)
-Uh, does anyone else smell fish?

Always thinkin'
with your stomach.

(Hook Foot gasps)

Oh!

(audio in slow motion):
No...!

Hook Foot:
No!

(gasping)

(spits)

You are a failure.

And as of this moment,
I am revoking my support of your music.

Guards. Remove this
leather-clad, silly mustached gremlin from my sight.

Hold on. How dare you
talk to my brother that way?

He's got more talent in
that one hand of his than you got in your entire body.

Who are you to judge talent,
you chipmunk-faced meat hook?

Who is he? He just happens
to be the best dancer in Corona.

He could dance you
under the table any day.

Unless you don't think
you have what it takes.

This ruffian is the best
in Corona? Ha.

Rapunzel, I don't think
this is such a great idea.

You can do this.

If it's a dance-off he wants,
it's a dance-off he shall have.

The stakes? If I lose, I shall
double my contributions to this sad sack's piano career.

But if I win he'll never play
another note,

-ever again.
-(crowd murmurs)

Let the dance-off commence!

Um, a little problem here.

-My piano is full of fish.
-Problem solved.

-(burps)
-I could use some accompaniment?

¶ ¶

Are you sure this
is a good idea?

I mean, betting Hook Hand's
entire future on that guy's ability to dance?

You can't achieve a dream
without first risking failure.

-(pants rip)
-(piano stops)

You shall listen
as I proclaim the dance-off rules.

The first dancer goes,
and second the dancer shall match and embellish.

After which Lucille
shall choose the winner.

All these people here
and you pick the seal to be the judge?

Of course. That is,
after all, her official title.

She is...
the "Seal of Approval."

-(crowd groans)
-(Trevor chuckles)

Step, change,
pas de bourrée.

Step, ball, change,
pas de bourrée.

Jeté. Jeté. Jeté. Jeté.

-(Hook Foot grunts)
-(crowd laughs)

(laughing)
It does look like the best dancer in Corona

isn't up to the challenge.

¶ ¶

Your Majesty.

-¶ ¶
-(cheering)

Lance:
Woo! All right! Get down, Hook Foot!

¶ ¶

(cheering)

(seals barking)

¶ ¶

¶ ¶

¶ ¶

-(hook clangs)
-(groans)

(crowd gasps)

(chuckles)

-(Trevor laughs)
-Ugh. That's it for me.

I can't do it. Not without
my hook. Maybe he's just too good.

Hook Foot... I--

Rapunzel, let me talk to him.

Come on, Dazzle. I need
you to dig down deep,

and find them guts
and show this chump what real talent looks like.

But even if I wanted
to, my hook...

Maybe this'll help.

It's only for true artistes.

Now get in there,
and live your dream.

Couldn't have
said it better myself.

¶ ¶

¶ ¶

(crowd cheering)

-(music ends)
-(cheers, applause)

Okay, that's enough.
Lucille shall now choose the winner.

You know what to do.

(honks horn)

-(cheering)
-That's my little brother!

This challenge is not over.
Do you hear me?

It's not over.

You enjoy twirling, do you?

Well, get a load of this!
Whoa.

(crowd laughs)

Oh, what utter humiliation.

Smathered in tarter sauce,
icing, and mackerel. I don't deserve this!

-It was so great getting
to see you again, Hook Hand. -You too, Princess.

Thanks for everything.

I'm really gonna
miss you, big brother.

Well, I ain't
gonna miss you.

I mean,

how am I gonna miss you
if you're on the road with me?

¶ ¶

Really? You mean it?

But... my friends.
I'd have to leave them.

Hook Foot, we love
having you with us.

But this is your chance
to follow your own destiny.

Go. Live your dream.

Thank you. I don't think
I've ever been more happy.

-(Hook Hand growls)
-Okay.

I thought the moment brought
us over this emotional hump. My bad.

Misread.

-I'm gonna miss that guy.
-Me too.

Maybe.

Yeah, underneath
their rough exteriors, the Hook Brothers

are really sweet
and thoughtful guys.

Except for the fact
that they left us

in the middle of nowhere,
without transportation.

-(groaning)
-No groaning, people.

We've got a destiny
to discover.

Now, move out!

¶ Oh-oh, oh-oh ¶

¶ Now I got my eyes open
and wide ¶

¶ My heart burnin' like fire ¶

¶ Feels like I'm so alive ¶

¶ I'm never goin' back ¶

¶ Whatever I want now,
I'm gonna chase ¶

¶ Who I am,
I can't contain it ¶

¶ I'm not gonna hold it in ¶

¶ 'Cause there's more of me
to give ¶

¶ Oh yeah ¶

¶ There's more of me to give ¶

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