All language subtitles for 2 Broke Girls s03e05 Cronuts

Your waitress just
went on break

and I'm just someone who likes
dressing like a polyester hot dog,

so I'll take that
whenever you're ready.

There you go. No rush.

Okay, Mr. Rajeev Guttikonda.

I have to say, that's a pretty
Gutti scheme you got going there

but I Guttikonda don't believe it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
what are you saying there?

What am I saying there, Boston?

I'm saying I believe
you watched Slumdog Millionaire

on a sticky couch
in your mom's basement,

but I'm not buying
that you're Indian.

So take your fake, East Boston,
Indian accent out of here,

or I'll call the cops.

Dude, stolen credit card
and you choose to eat here?

That's the real crime!

(CLEARS THROAT) Hey, Rajeev.

Rajeev, my man!

Rajeev Guttikonda!

You know what? This one's on me.
I have trust issues.

(THEME MUSIC)

(CASH REGISTER RINGS)

That's weird.
We still have three Red Velvets left.

I guess that bulimic girl
didn't come in today.

No, she's here.
She's in the bathroom.

Hmm, if I save these for her,
would that be helping or hurting?

Hey, everybody.

Speaking of hurting,
here comes a pain in my ass.

Han, do you want the last Red Velvet?

The other two are for
the bulimic girl.

I made the call.

No more cupcakes for me.

I've been on a juice cleanse
for six days.

Han's on the prowl and
I gotta keep this body tight, son!

I'm in the dating pool, you know.

Yeah, the shallow end.

You know those cleanses
never work, right?

Really?

Then how do you explain this?

I don't know.

Am I supposed to rub it
and make a wish?

Not bad for having three kids, Han.

What?
You don't see my abs coming in?

I see one large ab coming in.

That's at least a two-pack.

Han, the real Tupac

is more alive than
your two-pack.

I'm gonna give this last cupcake away
as a free sample.

My promotional tweets haven't
been getting much love lately.

What'd you say? I black out
whenever you use work words.

All I said was

"promotional tweets" and "sample."

What?

Here you go, ladies.

A Max's homemade
cupcake on the house.

Nah, I'm cool.

I'm saving my calories for
one of those fabulous new cronuts.

Plus, cupcakes are so over.

Well, so is Blossom, but....

it didn't stop you
from wearing that outfit.

Those flower-power skanks
over there....

"Flower-power skanks."

See, these are words
I recognize and hear!

Anyway, she said she
only cares about cronuts.

And that cupcakes are over.

Cupcakes are classic, right?

Don't listen to them.

They're wearing
high-waisted jeans.

The only time I like seeing
women's jeans that high

is when I'm giving Han a wedgie.

Also, what's a cronut?

Cronut is what we called
my Croatian cousin with one testicle.

He hung himself.

Okay, well, in America,

it's a half-croissant, half-donut.

They're on the news,
Twitter, Instagram.

People can't stop talking about them.

If cronuts had tongues, they'd be
the Miley Cyrus of pastries.

You're right.
They sound stupid.

Stupid delicious!
Where can I get one?

You can only get them
at this one pastry shop in SoHo

and people start lining up
at 4:00am.

Boy, times do change.

Back in the day,

4:00am was when people would
snort lines, not stand in 'em.

Who has the time to wait in line
all day for a piece of lame pastry?

(POLISH ACCENT) Hey, everyone.
I got a cronut!

I waited in line for two whole days.

Sophie, you bought into the hype too?

Oh, come on,

you know your girl Sophie
is always on trend.

I was the first one wearing Crocs.

I brought the Crocs craze to America.

When I was rich,

I sent 10,000 pairs of
Crocs to children in Africa.

Why?
To make them less cool?

Look, girls,
here I am in the cronut line.

And here I am still in line.

Oh, and oh, and here I am
riding a baby elephant.

And here I am eating a cronut!

Max, as stupid as it is,
we've gotta go over there.

We need to figure out
what they have that we don't.

Oh, I'll tell you what they have.

Cronuts!

Oh, my God.
Look at this line.

I knew we should
have gotten here sooner,

but, no, I had to be
a good person.

I had to carry that torso man
on the skateboard

up the subway stairs.

All this is for a croissant
and a donut?

Those things already existed.

Where was all the fanfare

when I combined the sleeping pill
with the morning after pill,

and called it the

"sleep-through-the- morning-after"
pill?

How did these things
get so popular?

There's no science
to this trend stuff.

It's all decided by one bitchy
gay guy typing in his room,

making it all up.

Well, then we have
to do some trend research.

We've got to figure out

how to make Max's
homemade cupcakes

the next cronuts.

I hate all these stupid trends.

Cleanses, cronuts, condoms.

Excuse me, sir....

My name's Caroline.
I'm a trend researcher.

I'm Chuck.
I sell magnets.

What made you wanna spend
an entire day in line for cronuts?

I like croissants. I like donuts.
I'm a fat guy.

It all adds up.

True. You are a fat guy.

And there's a donut shop
right across the street.

So why don't you just stop there,
get a damn donut

and save the last 200 possibly
life-threatening steps to here?

Look, it's two things I like
put together. End of story.

That's it, Max.
It's the two things together.

One thing isn't enough anymore.

Yeah, that's why Oleg's cousin
hung himself.

I'm serious.

When's the last time
you did just one thing?

Like, watch a movie without
playing a game on your phone?

Magic Mike. Wait, does playing
with yourself count?

Come on.
Let's get to the end of the line.

(SCOFFS) End of the line?
That's for rookies.

I'm a line pro.

My mom and I waited
in line for food stamps,

Bob Seger lawn seats.

We spent a Saturday
in the "guns for cash" line.

Now that's a line you
don't wanna cut in.

Follow my lead.

Hey, man, cronut line.

What do you wanna do after this?

-Get my cronuts before you.
-Hey! You had better get to the back!

Okay, all right, all right!

Back of the line!
Everybody, relax.

Guess my mom being topless

had more to do with my
line skills than I thought.

Oh, great!
Look at the cronut line.

I told you we should
have left sooner,

but, no, you said
we had to stay at temple.

You're the rabbi.

Yeah, a career I was forced into

'cause someone
wanted to write his memoir.

We get it, Garry.
You're adopted.

Wha? Move up, hon.
You gotta fill the gap.

I would if you would stop
trying to fill my gap.

What difference does it make?

You're still gonna have
the same amount of time to wait.

And then, in 30 years,

we're all gonna die
from Wi-Fi cancer.

Okay, let's all just take a breath.

It looks like we're gonna
be here for a while.

You know what?
You're right. Hi, I'm Jerri.

And I'm Garry.

I'm Jerri, he's Garry.
I'm tall, he's small. Cute, right?

That's our thing.

I'm Caroline and this is Max.

That's it.
We don't have a thing.

So what drew you here today?

Oh, well, we're trend-chasers.

When something new hits,

we are on it like sea salt
on dark chocolate.

Mm!

We did Pinkberry, Dippin' Dots,
kale, quinoa, Kombucha.

All the ka's.
Just 'cause!

Can you tell we don't have kids?

-She couldn't.
-Garry!

Actually, it's true,

and you can read all
about it in his memoir.

It's called-- (SNORES)

You know what?
Jerri, Garry,

I think we got too close too soon.

Maybe we need a little space.

We gotta move up in line
to get away from these people.

Should I just take my top off?

-Next in line.
-(GASPS)

It happened!
We made it to the front of the line!

-We're the front people!
-(BOTH CHEERING)

Yeah, we're the front people!
Back people suck!

No, no, I said "back people,"
"back people."

Baruch Hashem.

We loved The Butler.

You know, we've been through a lot.

Tempers flared, things were said.

I'm fairly certain
that Dutch guy back there died.

But we made it
and you guys are good people.

The sea salt of the earth.

-Who's next?
-We are.

I can only take a party of two.

-Are all four of you together?
-Nope.

-We don't know them.
-Guys?

Cut 'em loose, Gar.

All sold out.
We're closed.

I know you're driven mad

with the power of being
a doorman at a bakery,

but come on!

Max, you know what I want
more than anything?

To kill Jerri and Garry?

'Cause I'm totally on board.

No, I want our business
to have a line.

I wanna sell out.

I want people to turn
against each other for our product.

Again, I could just take my top off.

I know and thank you.

We have that in our back pocket.

But I have an idea we can try first.

I'm gonna use work words now,
so listen up, skank.

I'm listening.

I read in The Wall Street Journal

that there's a whole black market
for cronuts on Craigslist.

Craigslist? Oh, no!

I don't want one bad enough

to let some guy lick my armpit
for an hour again.

They're not for us.

We'll sell them at our window,
just to attract attention,

and then when they sell out

we'll effortlessly switch
to cupcakes.

Classic bake and switch.

All that work for some stupid fad?

I said "fad."

We loved Behind the Candelabra.

Try texting him again.
He's 15 minutes late.

You're really surprised that
a guy reselling pastries

in the Rants and Raves
section of Craigslist

-isn't the punctual type?
-(POUNDING ON WINDOW)

This is so exciting.

I've never bought anything
on the black market before.

I'm still afraid to go to that
Filipino market around the corner.

Are you the guy?

I don't know.
Are you the girl?

So far, this musical sucks.

What's the password?

Cronut.

Was "1234" already taken?

Meet us by the door,
which is code for

"Meet us by the door."

Which is code for

"You're really bad at code."

Okay, let's talk about our plan.

It's a classic good cop, bad cop.

I'm gonna ask the
guy for ten cronuts

and he's gonna quote me 250.

Right, then I play bad cop
and act outraged.

And then I play good cop
and we settle at 200.

Yeah, and don't worry about me.

I'll improv some good
stuff on the spot.

Are you sure you don't wanna
run it by me first?

I was in an improv group at Wharton.

We were called "The Fun Percent."

And I can imagine myself
not laughing

with 99 percent of the audience.

Let's make it quick.

You're not the only girls in town
who want my nuts!

I assume you mean cronuts.

No, I'm also a male prostitute.

Let's see the product.

She meant the other baked goods.

You gotta be clear.

Pretty maids, all in a row.

Let mama get a taste.

It's pure.
How much for ten?

I know I said 250 earlier, but--

Bullcrap!
One-fifty or we walk, bitch!

Okay, let's all just calm down.

That's a really good deal, Max.

-How about we settle at 200...
-Yeah....

-...and call it a night?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah. About that.

I be getting mad offers
for these things tonight.

I actually gotta raise it to 300,

or I walk, bitch.

(GROANING)

Your hands are cold.

What'd you call me?

-Nothing.
-That's what I thought!

She said 200.
We'll pay 200.

And you'll take it.

You'll shove it in this...

Hanes Her Way
hoodie you're wearing.

You'll say, "Thank you, Max"

and you'll hit the bricks, capisce ?

Caroline, cash!

-Thank you, Max.
-What'd you say?

Thank you, Max!

I've got the chills now.
Do you guys serve tea?

How's that for bad cop?

Riveting. I felt like I was
watching SVU Bakery edition.

Okay, here we go.
This is the last one.

You want this cronut?

Lift up your shirt and
let me see 'em.

Go get Han.

I wanna show him what an ab is.

Max, you should see the line.

It's halfway down the block.

We have a line.
It's working.

But what's gonna happen now?

I worked at Target the Christmas
they ran out of Tickle Me Elmo

and there was so much blood.

As planned, we'll just calmly switch
to our delicious cupcakes

and then those'll sell out too
'cause they're that good.

Okay.

Attention, everyone.

Everyone, can I have your attention?

Actually, we are very sorry

but we are now sold out
of cronuts.

(DISAPPOINTED GROANS)

We do, however,
have something even better.

Max's homemade cupcakes!

-Cupcakes? Jeez!
-Okay. Come on!

All right, go! Leave!

Chase your stupid trends.
But we're not worried!

Cupcakes are classic!
We're Audrey Hepburn!

Max, cupcakes are over.

And you know why?

Because cupcakes
are just one thing.

If we had two things,
then we'd be something.

That does it.
I'm calling the dealer.

I don't think
we should order more cronuts.

Oh, no, I mean my drug dealer.

I need to take the edge off.

This sucks.

I feel worse about myself than I did
when I dropped the torso man.

What are you doing with those fries?

I'm dipping 'em in frosting.

I do it when I'm depressed.

I went right from baby food
into fries in frosting.

Is it good?
It looks disgusting.

It is both. Just taste it.

These are pretty good.
Sweet and salty.

Cupcakes and fries.

That's two things.

Cake fries!
We're millionaires!

My willingness to eat anything
finally pays off!

Wait, are you sure
it's not just us being desperate?

Like, when Adam Levine made
that music video in Brooklyn,

and you walked past the set all day
in a wet tank top?

It can't hurt to put them out there.

That's what you said that day too.

Just sit down for
a second, Han.

But this is the middle of a shift.

I'm gonna tell everyone

you're in the middle of
a male-to-female shift

if you don't sit down!

All right. You are here tonight
to taste the next big thing.

Okay, now you're just repeating
my pick-up lines back to me.

No, it's a new dessert,

and we've assembled
the perfect focus group.

A black man,
a pig and a health fanatic.

Y'all know who you are.

I suppose I have been trying
to eat better lately.

Hey, extra, extra!

Read all about it!
I'm bisexual now!

Oh, perfect!

Now we have the LGBTQ
community represented.

-Uh, what's the "Q"?
-Questioning.

And answered.

Hey, everybody.
Meet Veronica.

She's cute, she's black,

she has short blonde hair,
she's exciting.

And we met in Soul Cycle class.

Yes, we did.

I slipped in her sweat
and she bought me a Luna bar.

Now?
Now you're bisexual?

Well, yeah, you gotta
keep up with the trends.

Okay, focus group, let's focus.

This is our new product
called cake fries.

Cute, right?

You just take a fry
from the left side,

dip it into the cupcake
frosting on the right,

and enjoy your sweet,
yet savory dessert.

Is this woman seriously trying
to teach me how to eat food?

Oh, no, this looks very fattening

and I've been on a fast.

One lick isn't going to kill you.

Yeah, just ask Sophie.

Okay, one bite.

Now I don't want any of you
to hold back.

Be completely honest
in your criticism.

-Well, I feel like--
-Shut up, Han.

No, I was gonna say
this is very good.

Too good.

Uh-oh, look away, girls.

You've released the Kraken.

Damn! That is tasty!

Now you may have
given me diabetes...

...as I have just lost the feeling
in my left foot.

You know what,
I think I might be trisexual,

because I'm having a love affair
with these cake fries!

Oh, my gosh, this is gross!

And it's very messy.

Oh, come on!
Then what was earlier?

Okay, everyone,
this is all very helpful.

We're still working some things out.

Uh-oh.
My tummy feels funny.

You mean your ab is hurting?

Han, your first food in a week

probably shouldn't have been
a fistful of fries and frosting.

You know what, guys?

We've all worked hard today.
Let's call it a night.

-But it's only nine o'clock.
-Pardon me. Excuse me.

-Uh-oh. You don't wanna see that.
-Look out!

Move it! Move it or lose it.

Move it or I lose it!

Out of way!
Out of my way now!

Oh, dear.

This is more embarrassing
than when Han fell asleep

and Oleg drew
a penis on his face.

I traced that penis on his face.

Now, you dip the fries
in the frosting,

but I find the best way to eat this

is to first make sure
you feel super empty inside.

Not gonna be a problem.

These are adorable.

Could you please take a picture
of me with it?

It's so cute.

And make sure you
hashtag that picture,

"Max's homemade cake fries",

when you post it online.

A sad girl smiling
with our cake fries.

Once that hits iVillage,

we'll be knee-deep
in canvas totes and cankles.

Here you go!

Sorry, that was our last cake fries.
We'll have more tomorrow.

-Wait. We sold out?
-We sold out!

Oh, my God!
We sold out!

Yes! I'm a sell-out!

Let's buy a helicopter!

Hi, girls.

Oh, hey, Sophie.

We're sorry,
but we just ran out of cake fries.

Oh, that's fine by me.

I'm going back to the basics.
Cupcakes and penis.

Here's your cupcake.
We don't sell the other basic.

You know,
it's nice to eat something

you don't have to compliment
every five minutes.

You know what, Max?

Cupcakes, cronuts,
cake fries, whatever.

We're gonna be successful

because we have the two things
that really matter.

You and me.

We're kinda like cake fries.
I mean, salty and sweet.

-I'm sweet.
-And I've been assaulted.

(CASH REGISTER RINGS)

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