All language subtitles for Futurama S07E07 - The Six Million Dollar Mon

People, as company bureaucrat,

I will today be conducting
the annual performance review.

With a twist.

(ALL GASPING)

Oh, no. The firing tie.

Correct. I will be
evaluating each of you,

and the lowest-rated employee,
possibly ZOIDBERG,

will be fired at sundown.
ZOIDBERG.

(LAUGHING)

Classic Hermes.

Let the interviews begin. Good
luck, everybody but ZOIDBERG.

My primary duties?

Well, I assist the Professor
in whatever important research

he happens to be engaged in.

(SNORING LOUDLY)

Yes, sir, I will be sure to snore
that science lamp right away.

(SNORING)

Now, Leela, couldn't
we just fire you

and have Fry or
Bender fly the ship?

Not if you stand on their
air hose much longer.

Noted.

(BENDER YELLING)

My job? Toilets 'n'
boilers, boilers 'n' toilets.

Plus that one boiling toilet.

Fire me, if fen you dare.

Now, then, while many
of you do half-ass jobs

and the rest do jobs whose ass
ratio ranges from 42% to a mere 11%,

only the most pathetically
useless employee will be fired today.

And that employee is...

Hermes Conrad.

What?
No way!

Hermes, no!

Yes. My performance review
proves the main drag on our profit

is the time I waste on
performance reviews.

But you can't
fire yourself now.

We were just getting
to know each other.

I've already notified
the central bureaucracy.

(DOORBELL RINGING)
They'll be here two seconds ago.

I suppose you're here
to tell me to pack it in?

Only if you buy
me dinner first.

(LAUGHING)

I'm being fired.

I don't think it's appropriate
to joke around like that.

You're right, Hermes.

Meet Mark 7-G, the
machine who's replacing you.

I'm Mark 7-G, the machine
who's replacing you.

(SIGHING) Will you be
conducting an exit interview?

Well, I wouldn't say no to
a little friendly debriefing.

Bureaucrat Conrad, you are
ordered to relieve yourself of duty.

Sounds like a party.

Goodbye.

(SIGHING)

Well, this is it.

But I want you to
know working here

has been
the experience of a lifetime.

Off you go.

So, I hear you're a machine...
Ow!

Traitor!

My friend's ample tuchus
is barely out the door,

and you're already schmoozing
up to his replacement?

Um, ZOIDBERG?

I don't think
Hermes really liked you.

In fact, he hated you more
than anyone ever hated anyone.

What, you mean the remarks and
the hits? That was just friend teasing.

Oy.

You don't understand.

He was the only one
who cared enough to insult me.

I insult you, you fat sack.

Sure, when it's convenient. But
Hermes was always there for me.

And now he's gone, thanks
to you, Mr. Big shot 7-G.

I'll never see Hermes again.

On the bright side,
I'll never see ZOIDBERG again.

There, there, husband. I
made your favorite, curried goat.

It better be spicy.

Well played.

Ows...

(PEOPLE GROANING)

Ah.

Fire.

(SCREAMING)
It burns! It burns!

Not bad.
Needs a little hot sauce.

I just don't know
how we'll get by.

Then I guess this wouldn't be a
good time to tell you that I'm pregnant.

What?

And you're not the father.

No!

(LAUGHING)

I'm just joking, husband.

See now? Things don't seem
so bad anymore, do they?

You're right.
Thank you, LABARBARA.

Oh, also, I wrecked the car.

This here is a mugging!
Hand over your skin.

My ebony splendor?
Me don't think so.

I said hand it over.
I'm hungry!

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

For God's sake, woman,
just give him your skin!

Can't you see he's crazy?

You calling me crazy?

Ain't nothing crazy about
me but my brain. Right, brain?

Right! No, not you, right
brain. Right, left brain? Right!

Okay, then.

Do something, Hermes.

I can't! When I fight machinery,
machinery always wins!

Freeze, bagwad.

You're under arrest for
attempted epidermicide.

I'm coming for you, man.
Ain't no jail can hold me.

That's why you're going straight
to the electromagnetic chair.

And then I'm-a stab it.

Stop! It's driving me sane!

Hey, Bender, you should
become an executioner.

You could kill humans
and wear a cool hood.

Nah, I like my
victims to know who did it.

Hermes! Boy,
am I indifferent to see you.

We need to talk. Alone.

Okay, Hermes. Sure.

Fry, could you come in here

and help me rub on this
new scented body oil?

In a second.
I'm eavesdropping.

Please, Fry?

Leela punishes me
when I don't use enough.

I said not now!

Sure, I know a guy.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Yuri here runs
the most sanitary

surgical implant
parlor in Filthytown.

So, I hear you're an expert in the
shadowy field of body augmentation.

I am expert in shadowy field
of many things.

I need something that'll
make me less inferior

to today's modern machinery.
Can you help me?

No problem.
I prepare operating room.

(CAT MEOWING)

Oh, honey, I'm home!
(DOOR OPENING)

Pops?

Is that
a harpoon in your chest?

Yes. And I'm happy to see you.

And the best part is,

the whole package fits neatly in the
space where my giblets used to be.

I'm kind of a harpoon snob, and
let me say, that thing is gorgeous.

But do you really
need chest artillery?

It's not just a weapon.

It's the bureaucrat's
best friend. Observe.

Oh, Mark 7-G?

Would you mind fetching
that carton from the top shelf?

(GRUNTING)

Pitiful and sickening.

Okay, little man,

let a professional bureaucrat
show you how it's done.

My best wasn't good enough.

I'll need my
personnel file, please.

Welcome back, old friend.
I missed you terribly.

You do everything terribly.
And I'm not your friend.

Good old Hermes.

When he stops insulting,
that's when I worry.

Oh, dear!

I was leaning over the sink
eating pureed clams

when my teeth
fell in the disposal.

Scruffy,
could you retrieve them?

'Taint a boiler nor a toilet.
Pass.

I'll fetch my hand tools.

Hand tools?
Why don't you get an

extendo-arm implant,
like mine?

Oh, no. No more implants.

I don't want to end up a cold,
emotionless machine like you.

That's sweet, Hermes.

Maybe I should
get an extendo-arm.

How long will it take to
install an extendo-arm?

I have golf game
in half-hour, so

half-hour.

Thank you, Hermes.

I don't know. It seems
like a lot of trouble

to cut off your arm
just to snake a drain.

It's not just a drain snake.

It comes with a set of
interchangeable accessories.

Jackhammer,

vegetable peeler,
pipe-bending jig.

A machine that can bend?
No way.

But, Hermes,
old friend, didn't you say

you were through
with the implants?

Oh, don't be
such a spoilsport.

Such a mild insult.

That's not my Hermes.
Speaking of,

what happened to your
cut-off body parts, anyhow?

Right here.

I was going to donate them
to the Salvation Air Force,

but they're starting to rot.

Then I'll just take them and,
throw them away, shall I, why not?

(MAKING HIGH-PITCHED SOUNDS)

So, friend, welcome to my
home. I'm very proud of it.

But I want to
hear what you think.

"Oh, mon, I'm Hermes,
and I think it stinks in here

"like a green snake, or
something else that's Jamaican."

Good one at my expense,
Hermes.

Well, I must admit
it's not bad.

And it will cut two or three hours
a day off my cornrowing routine.

Yes, our lives will
never be the same.

Darn it! I'll be right back.

(SNORING)

Hermes, oh, you foolish man,
what do you need a Cylon eye for?

Now, calm down, dear.

You know, you look
even hotter in infrared.

Husband, some things were
not meant to be cylonned.

Now, you must promise me you
won't be getting any more upgrades.

I promise.

ALL: Wow.

Nice shiny metal ass, Hermes.

BENDER: But...

So, with all these implants,
what exactly

is the difference
between you and a robot?

I still have one thing
no robot shall ever have.

A good old
flesh-and-blood human brain.

Yes, a big, smart brain.

Not like dum-dum ZOIDBERG,
right, Hermes? Right?

Mecha-Hermes has no interest
in such nonsense.

Mr. Conrad, did you remember
to save the trimmings for me?

Yes, yes, Doctor. Right here.

Wait. You're not eating my
discarded flesh, are you?

How could you even
ask such a thing?

Of course I tried eating you,
but your flesh was too spicy.

Thanks to years of La Barbara's
curried goat, no doubt.

But my Mecha-stomach
has no need of goat.

Mecha-Hermes has spoken!

Mecha-Hermes
still wants to know

what you're doing
with his pieces.

Something wonderful.

Give it way up for
Dr. ZOIDBERG and little Hermes.

(CHEERING)

Hello. Hello.

So, little Hermes, did you
hear I've taken up running?

(IN HERMES' VOICE) "Yeah, from
restaurant to restaurant. Ho-ho, mon.

(CROWD LAUGHING)

"Seriously, though,
have you lost weight?"

Yes.

"Looks like you
found it again."

Oh, boy. That was
quite a zinger, old friend.

“I'm not your friend.

"I'm out of here the second
you let go of my bowels."

(ENTHUSIASTIC LAUGHTER)

Thank you, ladies and
gentlemen. I'll be here all week.

"You've been warned, people."

He's good.

I can only see one of his
four mouth tendrils moving.

"So, Mr. Conrad,
did you enjoy the show?"

Alas, no.

Seeing what I once was
filed me with regret.

You could always
undo your implants.

Regret that I still
have one human part.

That meat puppet disgusts me.
It's time for the ultimate upgrade.

But the only thing you
haven't upgraded IS your brain.

Exactly.

(ALL GASPING)

Oops.

Robot brain implant? Never. No
one in right mind would do that.

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

A freshly dug robot grave.

Let's exhume-a-zoom-zoom.

Step aside.

Bing-reka! The brain circuit.

Come, fellows.
Let's go home and install it.

Enjoy eternity without your
brain, anonymous dead robot.

(BENDER CHUCKLING)

So, little Hermes, are you ready
to watch some brain surgery?

“I'm ready to shoot myself
if it'll get me off your lap."

Open the dome and unleash
the power of the heavens!

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Ah, now I can see what I'm
doing. Commence the operation!

Terminate the operation.

LABARBARA? Dwight?

I just got an urgent
text from little Hermes.

You can't do this thing. You don't
even know whose brain that is.

It doesn't matter.

Any robot brain will improve my
fitness as a husband and father.

You can't be
a husband and father

if you don't
have a wife and son.

Wait.

I care about you
too much to lose you.

But my new robot brain won't.
Commence the operation.

(ALL GASPING)

Well you'll have to commence
it without me, Hermes.

And commence
living without me.

Because I will commence
divorce proceedings.

Oh, I hope to God
I'm using that word correctly.

Oh, I can't do this, Hermes.

Your wife's moving plea
has made me realize

you might have
litigious survivors.

Oh, thank you, Professor.

Come now.

Let's go try that Korean noodle
place you were telling me about.

There will be no noodles
until the operation is complete.

You can't force me to operate.

Maybe not, but perhaps
I can encourage you

with my encouragement drill.

Wait. I'll perform
the surgery.

You? With those clumsy claws?

It's true, old friend.

My claws are too clumsy
for such delicate work.

"But mine aren't.

"You, mon,
give me that robot brain."

And you, metal guy, lie down.

ZOIDBERG, this makes no sense.
Why are you helping him?

And what's that catchy beat?
(ROCK BEAT BEGINNING)

I'll tell you. Two, three...

I was lonesome for my friend
a minute ago

When a happy thought
dispelled my woe

And I felt perhaps he'd be
a bit less dull

"If I sliced up
his cyborg skull”

He wants a brain

He wants a robot brain

Another brain

Let's see if he feels pain

A brand-new brain

It might drive him insane

He wants a brain

He wants a robot brain

Wah-ooh
Wah-wah-ooh

Does anyone
else find it freaky

that ZOIDBERG is singing
harmony with himself?

Oh, loosen up, Amy.

My condolences, LABARBARA.

I hope you find some comfort

in staring at this throbbing
mass of nerve tissue.

Oh, he's gone!

Oh, ZOIDBERG,
what have you done?

I'll tell you what I've done.
I've brought your husband back.

(ALL GASPING)

Pops.

Sweet reawakening'
of me, a Jamaican-in.

Hermes, you're alive.

And practically rhyming.

Wife, Son, I am so sorry.

Once I started upgrading
myself, I lost all control.

But I see now

that if you can't be man
enough with your own parts,

no amount of
machinery will help.

(LABARBARA MOANING)

(IN ROBERTO'S VOICE)
Not so fast.

(ALL GASPING)

But faster than that!

It's that insane robot,
Roberto.

Quick, Hermes, the keys.

I left them in my other body.

Oh, yeah.

And I'm-a stick them in your
pancreas till 1 find one that opens it.

(ROBERTO SCREAMING)

I'm gonna peel off your skin
and eat it like pencil shavings.

Thank God ZOIDBERG
didn't reattach my nerves.

That's tasty. Too tasty.

(SCREAMING)

It burns. It... It burns!

What's happening?

The spicy curried goat.

Hermes' skin is so
saturated with it

that it's
dissolving the bad robot.

In the end, all his implants

were no match for my wife's
reckless seasoning.

Now, husband, don't you
think you owe ZOIDBERG

a thank-you for
saving you from yourself?

But I hate him.

Honey, we all do.
But fair is fair.

ZOIDBERG, I... I know
we have never been friends,

but I appreciate what you did.

Thank you.

Never been friends?

Ouch! What a zinger.

Well, here's one for you,
Mr. Not-my-friend Conrad.

You acted like a big jerk.

You were selfish and stupid,
and you don't deserve

a wife like LABARBARA
or a friend like me.

(LAUGHING)

It's funny because it's mean.

Thank you, ladies and
gentlemen. I'll be here forever.

Wah-ooh
Wah-wah-ooh

He's doing it again.