All language subtitles for A.P BIO s02e01 Happiness.eng

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- But David Cronenberg
turned him down,

and that's why he didn't
direct "Return of the Jedi."

- And finally,
I'd like to talk

to everyone
about the word "funt,"

which, technically,
is not a swear word

but it could be argued
that it's the combination

of two red alert words
here at Whitlock.

So please join me
as we Punt the Funt.

- All right, all right.
Start shutting up, everybody.

I bring amazing news.

Last night, everything changed,

but don't take it from me,

take it from...

[liquid gurgling]

- [retches]

- [sighing]

Mayonnaise!

[students groaning]

So that is 128 ounces
of mayonnaise.

It's a lot, right?

- Is this part of the mission
to get revenge

on Anthony's mean
karate teacher?

- No, we're gonna cut off
Master Kyle's ponytail,

but someone had to have
an epiphany.

- Yes, yes,
I had an epiphany.

I did.

You see, Anthony and I
witnessed a beautiful,

if perplexing, thing.

Right next to Anthony's dojo

is the home of an average
Toledo family, working class,

and last night they were having
some sort of big family dinner.

Everyone had gathered
in the living room,

everyone was hugging
and laughing

and eating sandwiches
with mayo,

eating celery dipped in mayo.

At one point, I saw a girl,

a child, really,

eat an entire spoonful
of just mayo.

- Ew.

- I've never seen
anything like it

and I realized that they have
something that I don't have.

Happiness. Yeah.

They work hard all day long

and then they reward themselves
with simple things.

In this case: white gold.

- Mm-hmm.

- So, this is my new
philosophical thesis.

I'm going to describe
how the good,

hardworking people of Toledo
have unlocked the key

to happiness
through simplicity.

[determined music]

♪

I'm gonna write
a new book, y'all!

- Cool.

- What do you say, Anthony?

Hip-hip...
- Nope.

- Nope? He doesn't wanna...

- So you're just gonna
give up on your mission

to get out of Toledo?

- No, no, no, no, no.

I'm going to win
the Hiyu Isu prize.

It's a major philosophy award.

So, I write the book,
win the prize,

job offers and money
come pouring in,

and then I get the heck
out of Toledo.

Boom!

Oh, boy, I see
a new kid over here.

Yeah, let me catch you
up to speed.

So I'm not gonna teach you
anything in here, okay?

If you keep your mouth shut,
you get an A.

If you say anything to anybody,
you get an F.

Welcome to AP Bio.

- I've been here
the whole time.

- [scoffs]
Okay, well, jeez, you know,

talk!

[Ramones'
"Listen to My Heart"]

- One, two, three, four!

- ♪ Next time,
I'll listen to my heart ♪

♪ Next time,
well, I'll be smart ♪

♪

- [clears throat]

Excuse me, Mr. Griffin.
- What?

- I'm currently applying
to a number of colleges,

including Harvard.

I was wondering
if you could write me

a letter of recommendation?

- Oh yeah, me too.
- I want one.

- Yeah, I'm gonna need one,
big-time.

My GPA is trash.

- Yeah, that--that--
that's a hard pass, guys.

Hard pass, um, but I have been
doing some research

on this Isu philosophy prize

and guess what?

It comes with an award
of 50 million yen!

- Actually,
that's only 500,000 US dollars.

- Marcus, go to the office.

- [sighing]

- [groaning]

Where were we?
[chuckling]

Oh right! I'm going to be
a Japanese millionaire.

Yeah, the only tricky part
is that the submissions

for the 2019 award
are due in three days.

Luckily, I learned
how to cram pretty well.

while getting my PhD, but
I just need help with the--

"immersing myself in Toledo"
part.

- I could take you
to the Toledo Zoo.

It's pretty sweet.

They have animals, sure,

but they also have,
like, concerts.

- Okay, Victor, that's, like,
the third or fourth time

you've invited me to the zoo.

I don't want
to go there with you.

Not for a concert
or any other reason.

What I need right now

is to get in the trenches
with these people,

feel what they feel.

You know, like Jane Goodall
living with the chimps.

I need to experience
real hardworking,

regular, manual labor jobs.

You know what I'm saying?

- My aunt owns
a landscaping company.

- Landscape--yes!

Yes, okay,
you're doing great by the way

Really fitting in.

- My dad's looking for someone
to fill a shift

at the butcher shop.

- All right, this is great.
What else?

- You could be
a biology teacher.

That's a regular job.

- Yeah, okay, I'll start
teaching you guys biology.

- Really?
- Just kidding.

What else, guys?
Shout 'em out!

- My uncle runs a car repair.
- My dad does demolition.

- Good, good. What else?

- You're all set
at the butcher shop.

- [chuckling]
Awesome!

Today I'm a butcher, tomorrow
I'm a Japanese millionaire.

You know what I'm gonna do?

Buy one of those Japanese
talking toilets.

See what that has to say.

- This thing is toast.

- Well, how much
is a new one gonna cost?

- Well, a top of the line one
gonna run you 5,000.

- [sighing]

- Now, Helen, you know
you really got to service

these things
every three months.

This thing is shot.

See ya,
wouldn't wanna be ya.

- I don't know how
this could've happened.

I even put Post-Its up on
my never-forgets board.

- [sighing]

[determined music]

Oh, no.
Oh, crap!

They fell behind the copier.

Oops, "water plant."

"Check out Louis C.K. show."

I still got to do that.

Oh, my garage door code!

Yeah, I can start driving aga--

[suspenseful music]

- Yeah,
"schedule copier maintenance."

- Ralph, I'm so sorry.

I can't believe I let
this happen to our only copier.

- Okay, it's not
the end of the world.

- Yes, it is.

The copier is also a scanner.

They can't scan, Ralph.
They can't even scan!

- Okay, okay, this might be a
bigger problem than we thought.

Let's keep it between us
for now, okay?

- What are you doing here,
Marcus?

- I--
- Did you use the new "F" word?

- No.

Why are you guys standing
in front of the copier?

- Okay, that's it, Marcus.
Take your stuff and go home.

- But I didn't do--
- You heard the principal! Go!

You are not welcome here!

- [sighing]

- [sighing]
Oh, God.

- You guys, we should go out
Friday night.

What should be celebrate?

- Friday is the 20th, right?

I feel like we can
definitely find something

to celebrate on the 20th.

- Oh Michelle,
you white-ass Rihanna,

of course, the 20th!

- Did my white-ass jog
your memory, oh-oh!

- I can't believe
that you remembered.

It's exactly one year ago
to the day

since I got bangs.

- Oh, no, no.
- That was a full year ago?

- Yes!

both: Bangs birthday!

[giggling]

- Hey, Daddy.

You remember my dad,
right, boss?

- Yeah, yeah, of course.

Uh, hey, Ron,
how are you doing there?

Very, very pumped to be here.
This is great.

- Hi, Jack.

- Oh, just gonna put it
on the fist there.

All right.
[chuckling]

"Every butt love a rub."

Ah, I love that.
So simple.

- Thank you, it's word play.

Come over
to the meat grinder.

- Yeah, absolutely.

Let's do some classic
blue-collar work.

I love it.

Yeah?

- I'm gonna start you off
making sausage

out of pork shoulder.
- Mm-hmm?

- Basically, you cut hunks

of this pork shoulder
into chunks,

then do the same with lamb,

then grab a big gunk
and shove it in the grinder.

- Oh.

- It's gonna poop it out
of this hole, see.

Then take a long strand
of pork intestine.

Feed it onto the worm end
and tie it off.

- Got to tell you, Ron,
you're making me hungry.

- Sorry about that.

Then you repeat the whole thing
until 5:00 p.m.,

or as we call it,
"beer o'clock."

- "Beer o'clock"?
Oh man, that--that's fantastic!

But let's go ahead
and get started

with the blue-collar work

'cause, um, I'm on a little bit
of a deadline here.

[punk music]

[yelling]

[whirring, clanging]

- Just put your hands in there.

- No gloves, huh?

[grunting]

Yeah, I'm seeing a lot
of rollie pollies under here.

Are they--they gonna be okay?

Do you suppose?

[clears throat]
Or it doesn't matter?

Yeah, doesn't matter.

Hey, I was just curious, uh,

are you guys mad at your wives?

Nothing, huh?
Okay, back to work.

- No, no, no!
Not that wall!

- This isn't the wall?

Whee!
[chuckling]

The hell am I looking for
in here, man?

It's a mess.

I don't think there's
any fixing this thing.

Taco.

[singer vocalizing]

- I heard Mr. Griffin left Big
Kim's Tacos around 2:00 a.m.

- Wasn't he supposed
to be writing?

His deadline is in two days.

- [sighing] Our little guy's
all tuckered out.

[clock ticking]

Aww.

- Shh.
Good night, sweet price.

[suspenseful music]

.

- [groaning]

Let's go ahead and get started,
shall we?

[clears throat]

Last night, I made
some progress on the book.

Okay, so there's four basic
categories of happiness

that I'm going to want
to focus on, all right?

One, work a job where you can
see the physical results

of your labor at the end
of each day.

Two, make up
mundane celebrations

to distract you
from your inevitable death.

Number three, ingest sugary,
fatty, and salty things

that release endorphins
in your brain.

And four, partner with
a convenient person

within a 20-mile radius
to procreate

and therefore feel as though
a memory of you will live on.

Now, we've only
got 48 hours left,

and, uh, we're still working
on part one.

So I'm gonna need you guys
to be my research team

while I focus on the writing.

I need real-life examples
to back up my theory.

So, Marcus, you're gonna be
cleaning the grease trap

at Big Kim's Tacos
from midnight to 3:00 a.m.

New girl, you like Jeeps?
- I'm not new.

- You ever wonder how they
attach their windshield wipers?

Great!

[percussive music]

- Oh, hey, Michelle.

Are you here to make copies?

- No, just dropping off
permission slips.

- [sighing]
Thank you.

Hey, it's your birthday
Friday, huh?

You got any plans?

- Why would I have any plans?

You're the only one who cares
about people at this school!

Everyone else just cares
about bangs!

In fact...

[suspenseful music]

- Oh, don't!

[clanging]
Oh, oh!

- [panting]

- Oh! Oh, my gosh.

That scared
the candy out of me.

But hey,

more hair
for my "locks of love" drive.

And that's my lunch. Okay.

[scoffing]

Hair on the right,
lunch on the left.

Hey, Ralph, great news.

I ordered the new copier.

Not as great of news,

it's gonna take ten days
to get here.

- Okay, I'll tell you
what we're not gonna do.

We're not gonna not get out
in front of this thing.

In fact, we are going to get
in front of this.

- I mean, it's something
until cancer hits.

- Attention, Whitlock,

this is your principal,
Principal Durbin.

Uh, I just wanted to talk
to you about our copier,

which is, uh, doing amazing.

In fact, uh, better than ever,
if you ask me.

But, uh, maybe we should also
be asking ourselves,

why are we making
so many copies?

[feedback whines]
Uh--

- That's a great idea, Ralph!

- Thanks, Helen.

Long story short,
everything's normal.

Everyone have a Ram-tastic day,

and, uh, less copying,
more original-ing.

[feedback whines]

[both sighing]

- That's good.

- That's gonna buy us
some time.

- You're good at this.
- All right.

Okay, thanks, here we--

I'm--I'm fist-bumping.
- Catch it?

- No, you make a fist.
- All right.

- And boop!
- Oh!

[school bell ringing]

[foreboding music]

♪

- Oh, great. Yeah.
No, this is fantastic.

What else did you learn
working your job?

- At that point,
I was so tired,

I accidentally glued my hand
to one of the carpet samples.

- Ouch.
[chuckles]

You know, I do think
with a lot of these jobs,

the more there's a threat
of danger,

the more meaningful
beer o'clock becomes.

Yeah, did anyone else
encounter this, uh,

beer o'clock phenomenon?

Interesting.

Uh, okay, who's next?

Eduardo, go.

- I observed a construction
crew at Lagrange and Masters.

At approximately 5:15 a.m.,

a woman jogged past
with her dog.

I believe it was
a Border Collie.

One of the men exclaimed,
"Whoa, perfect ten!"

I soon realized he was
referring to the woman,

not the beautiful Collie.

I asked around and apparently
this scale only goes to ten.

So she had achieved
the top score.

- Mm-hmm.
Great work, Eduardo.

- That's sexual harassment.

This whole thing is crazy.

Kids are getting hurt.

You're putting us
in weird situations.

We're not even getting

our recommended
eight hours of sleep.

[school bell ringing]

- All right, great work, guys.

Keep it up, and, you know,
push through the pain.

Don't even worry about it.

Keep your eyes peeled
for more beer o'clocks.

Hey, we're writing
a book, y'all! [laughs]

.

[seedy music]

- Oh, these are so cute!

- Right? I had my students
make them and put them

in every teacher's desk.

The chill ones, at least.

- Hey, guys.
Guess who got bangs?

[chuckling]
I did!

So we can celebrate
my bangs too!

What's going on with you guys?

- Michelle, please explain.

- Explain what?

- Okay, so if I'm being
100% raw with you right now,

not cool, Michelle.
- Mm-mm.

- If you would've gotten
your rad new haircut

any other week,
it would've been different.

But you had to steal Stef's day
with your bomb-ass,

new rickety isthmus haircut.

- Mm-mm.

- Just think about
your choices, please.

- Wait--
- I'm hurt.

- Wait, you...
[sighs]

- Helen?
- Psst, Ralph, down here.

This announcement thing
backfired.

Now everyone wants
to make copies.

[pounding, rattling]

[suspenseful music]

We're not gonna be able
to wait ten days.

What are we gonna do?

- Well, I found a fix,
but it's a--

it's a bit of a nuclear option.

Cancel the other order,
this'll be quicker.

- "Used copier for sale.
Contact...

Principal Kling
at Pineberry Elementary."

Oh, Ralph,
please don't do this.

[dramatic music]

♪

- You know,
I would not have won

"Innovative Principal
of the Year"

if I had sold copiers
to every "Johnny Tie Too Long"

that came wandering into
the office.

- Listen, we are in a real jam.

- Okay, look, I'd be happy
to sell you the copier.

- Oh, great.

- Unfortunately,
it's not up to me.

- Kling, don't--don't--
- It's up to Mr. Doobles.

[in high-pitched voice]
Hello!

[chuckling]

I think that you should sell
them the copier.

If...

- Don't.

- They kiss each other.

- Come on!

- It's the same thing
every time!

- On the mouth!

[whispering]
Sorry.

[in high-pitched voice]
Do it, do it, do it!

Mmm! Mmm!

- Ralph, let's just do it.

- Yes, yes.
- Get up. Come on.

Hey, what--what--

- You either take this check
and sell us that copier

or I am gonna cut this
puppet's head off right now!

Mr. Doodles! Clear off!
- No!

Wait, wait, Helen!
You're hurting me!

- Well, you're hurting us!

- Okay, okay. Fine.

You can have the copier.

- I need more material,
I need more details.

Okay, I need you guys
to get more jobs.

That's what I need,
'cause I need more stuff here.

Anthony,
what's your evening like?

- Bruh, don't even.

- [scoffs]
- Mr. Griffin.

I have not slept
or done any homework

for the last two days.

We're doing all this

and you won't even give me
a college recommendation.

I'm done!

- Okay, Sarika, well, that's--
we'll be fine!

So, well...
[door clicks shut]

- I'm out too.

Good-bye, Mr. Griffin.

- Oh, no, is Marcus--

I can't do it without you,
Marcus.

Please, don't leave.
What do I have to do?

- Yeah, I'm done too.

No Master Kyle's ponytail,
no Anthony.

- Wait a second, Anthony.
Hold on, don't--

I-I actually need you.

Wait, don't--don't--don't--

what about my deadline, dude?

You guys are killing my book!

No, you can't all go!

Victor, stay. Come on.

Bud, I need you.

- Sorry.

- [scoffs]

There's my girl.

Yeah,
Heather's still on my side.

- Actually,
I'm out too, boss.

- Oh--oh, my God.

Heather, are you okay?

- Oh, it's just a rash.

I think I'm allergic to
the lead at the smelting plant.

I may need a little R&R,
my dawg.

- Oh.
- See ya.

[coughing]

- [sighs]
Funt.

[determined music]

.

♪

[keys clacking]

- [sighs]

♪

[whirring, beeping]

- See ya,
wouldn't want to be ya.

- [chuckling] We did it!
- We did.

- Oh, God.
[whistles]

- Ralph,
I need to say something

so there won't be
any awkwardness between us.

- Okay.

- I didn't avoid kissing you
in Principal Kling's office

because I think
you're unattractive.

- Oh, that's not necessary.

- As you know, I like women.

A lot. In that way.

Like, but I do acknowledge
that you have a classic mouth.

- Hmm, this is going
somewhere tricky.

- A juicy little mouth with
a long, long, doglike tongue.

- Hmm, woof.
[chuckling]

- And oh, I have noticed it,

but I just wanted
to talk this out

so we didn't feel awkward
or anything,

and I feel so much better.

- Well, I'm--I'm glad
you--you feel better.

Oh, Mary!
Thank God. Hey, hi!

- Hey, guess what?

I'd smooth Durbin if I wasn't
as gay as a tree full of birds.

- Yeah, I mean,
I guess I'd kiss Durbin.

Get some of that
crazy dog tongue.

[snickering]

- See,
I don't think I have that.

- Hey, will you tell Michelle
"happy birthday" for me?

I'm not gonna make it tonight.

I got reservations
for the movies.

Oh, I got a present
for her too.

Hold on.

- The 20th. Oh, damn.

- Here's my gift. Do you mind
giving Michelle this?

- Oh, go--go straight.
Go straight.

- Whoa! God, this thing is--

oh, what the heck?

- Oh!
- Mary, take the canoe!

[school bell ringing]

- Oh. He probably wants us
to proof his dumb book.

Nope.

- These are college
recommendations.

- They're what?

[dramatic music]

- All right,
start to shut up, everybody.

- Thanks for these letters,
Mr. G.

- These are all so nice.

- Yeah, I said shut up.

- You think
I'm a curious specimen?

- Yeah.

- My just says,
"Old soul, nonsmoker."

- Yeah,
it was starting to get late.

- You think I'm formidable?

♪

- I didn't get an envelope.

- Oh, yeah?

[paper crinkling]

- [gasping]

Master Kyle's ponytail!

[chalk scraping]

- Are you okay, boss?

- Well, yeah, you know,

Master Kyle did eventually
let his guard down

during his breakfast
at Denny's,

but, uh, Anthony failed
to mention

that Mrs. Master Kyle
was also a black belt.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- These letters must've
taken you all night.

What about your deadline?

- I missed it.

- Aww.
- It's okay, it's all right.

All right, shut up,
shut up, shut up. It's fine.

It's given me a little bit more
time to, uh,

personally collect more
examples of, uh,

authentic day-to-day
Toledo happiness.

Yeah, before Germany's
Schweizer award,

which is another big award.

What is this?

I just need to keep observing
real Toledoans

in their natural... element.

Bangs birthday?

Oh.

[upbeat music]

[laughing]

- Yay, to Stef's bangs.
- Yes, to my bangs!

- Absolutely, to your hair.

- Oh.
- Mmm.

- Oh, I should've mixed it
with some fruit juice.

- There she is,
our birthday girl!

Happy birthday, Michelle!

[cheering]

Did you think we forgot
about your birthday?

"Happy birthday to Stef's--
our bangsing friend, Mich."

You guys! You jammed fries into
Stef's bangs cake for me?

- Yes, girl, we love you,

and your birthday is way more
important than some haircut.

- Thank you so much.
I love you guys.

- Hey, um, is this some type
of aioli sauce or something?

'Cause it's delicious.

- It's just mayonnaise.

[cheerful music]

- White gold.

♪

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