All language subtitles for King of the Hill s02e11 the unbearable blindness of laying.eng

[Theme song playing]

[Country-style Christmas music playing]

[Hammering]

PEGGY: Come on, Hank.
Your mom's flight arrives in half an hour.

HANK: Hold on. I gotta do a color check.

Let's see. Red, blue, green, white.

Red, blue, green, white.

-Aren't you excited to see your mom?
-Of course I'm excited to see her.

I haven't seen her in two years.
It's the boyfriend I'm worried about.

[Airplane engine whirring]

PEGGY: You know, it's about time
you got used to this, Hank.

Your mother told you almost a year ago
that she had a boyfriend.

She said "gentleman friend."
I didn't know it was the same thing.

I thought they just sit and have tea,
and talk about how good the tea is...

You know, "Not too hot."�
That kind of thing.

I've never heard your mother so happy.
Come on, just give this guy a chance.

Why? He's just gonna use her
like a footstool, like Dad did.

Rub-a-dub-dub
I think I'm in love

PEGGY: Hank, you're exaggerating.
HANK: Not really.

HANK: Great. Look, she's carrying both
of the bags, and he's nowhere to be found.

Hello, Titty, how was your flight?

It was nice, except that we asked
for no meat, and they served us meat.

And we just can't eat meat,
since Gary's bypass.

Hank, it's so good to see you.

[Hank grunting]

Mom, we're in public. One hand only, okay?

-But I've missed you.
-Thank you very much.

Hank and I cannot wait
to meet your new man.

[Sighs]

We didn't know how to spell his name,
so we don't have a stocking for him.

Don't worry. I'm sure he won't even notice.

He's Jewish,
and they never did that in his family.

Did they carry suitcases in his family...

or does he think that's woman's work,
like Dad did?

Gary's nothing like Cotton.
He's got a big heart.

Of course,
now the doctors call it "enlarged.�

You flush, and where does it go?

[Chuckling]

-You must be Peggy.
-That's right, Peggy.

It's such a pleasure to meet you,
Mr. Kasner.

Mr. Kasner's my father. It's Gary.

Hank, I recognize this
from your baby pictures.

Glad to meet you at last, boychik.

Hey, let go.

Never. You'll never get away.

Mom, I'll put your stuff in the den
with Luanne.

Gary, I put a cot in Bobby's room for you.

No, why move everyone around?

Titty and I can sleep out here
in the living room.

No, I don't think so.

Why? Doesn't that couch open up?

Yeah, but, no--

TILLY: Hank, don't tell me...

you're uncomfortable with the thought
of me and Gary sleeping in the same room.

I didn't have that thought, Mom.
You put that thought in my head.

But now that it's there,
you leave me no choice. I'm sorry.

I gotta drive all the way to Houston
to have Christmas lunch with my dad...

and then drive all the way back here...

to have Christmas dinner
with my mom and him.

Why do you keep calling him "him"?

I just find that odd.

I call him Mr. Kasner,
keeping it nice and formal.

Kasner. Is that German?

It's Jewish.

So, he's Jewish.

Yeah, Dale, he's Jewish.

There's nothing wrong with that,
in and of itself.

-Is he funny?
-Well, he doesn't seem too funny.

-Seinfeld's funny.
-Seinfeld's funnier than Gary.

I'll bet Gary... Kasner, is it?
I'll bet he's funnier than Cotton.

Cotton ain't no funny at all. Dang ol' POW
camp about putting dang bamboo shoots...

talking about in his ding dang ol
fingernails, man, freak me out about that.

I thought my mom had learned her lesson...

when she had the good sense
to dump my dad.

But now she's gone and found another guy
to treat her like a bellboy.

Whoopi Goldberg's funny.

You know, the man won't even eat steak.
Now, what's that about?

My boss has a bypass surgery every year,
and he eats all the damn steak he wants.

That's not the reason
Gary doesn't eat steak.

It's 'cause the cow is sacred to his people.

Nope, you're thinking of the Hindus.
The pig is sacred to the Jews.

I wouldn't myself never join a religion
that restricted my diet.

See, I don't want to get into Heaven
that way.

Hey, we have the same build.

Yeah, I guess so.
But your skin is a little tighter.

Are you a war hero
like my biological grandfather?

A hero? No, I spent most of Korea
in a submarine, deep in the Pacific.

I didn't see much action.

Hey, when you flush on a submarine,
where does it go?

[Gary chuckling]

You, I like.

BOBBY: You said, "You, I like,�
instead of, "I like you."

That's funny. I like that.

Wait. "That, I like.�

[Sighing]

[Munching]

GARY: Good, you're up.
What is this I'm eating?

-It's some kind of delicious cutlet.
-Chicken-fried steak.

Well, I'm gonna count this under "chicken.�

I'm allowed to have chicken.

Sit down. Let's talk.

Hank, your mother
means a great deal to me.

It's been a long time
since I've had these feelings--

Sorry, but now is a bad time.

This is my program.

[Organ playing on TV]

And I just ask you, Father,
to take this man's hiccups...

to heal him.

[Man hiccupping]

[Stuttering]

You believe in this stuff?

Yep, that's right. It's my favorite thing.

So please don't talk to me
about anything else right now.

Hiccups, be gone!

Well, I guess there's nothing we can...
Be gone!

PEGGY: I was thinking of picking up a
menorah so we can celebrate Hanukkah...

-and make Gary feel at home.
-What?

PEGGY: I think it would be nice
to honor his traditions, too.

Bobby could blow out all the candles
on Hanukkah Eve, and make a wish.

No, he's the new guy.
Why should we change anything for him?

He hasn't made any offers
to change for me.

Bobby, are you going to the game with us?

BOBBY: Basketball, I can take or leave.

Excuse me? Honey, don't you mean
to say, "I can take or leave basketball"?

No, Mom, Gary taught me this.

It's the cool, new way
people from Arizona talk.

-You want I should teach you?
-Bobby, get your butt in the car.

Let's go! If I miss the tip-off...

I don't know
which team is going for which basket.

Mom, you're not dressed.

Didn't anyone tell you?
Four of Arlen's players made regionals.

I think I'll pass.

I think I'll pass.

Fine, whatever. I'm just saying...

an eighth grade like this
comes along once in a decade.

It's been a long night without you, puppy.

Mister, it's certainly been a long, hot night.

I got your mistletoe, right here.

Did you remember to bring
the Styrofoam finger?

-Yes, Hank.
-Does it say "Number One" on it?

-Yes, Hank.
-The basketball one?

[Sighing]

[Tires squealing]

HANK: [Thinking] That's my mother's robe.

As soon as I'm out of sight,
he makes her do the laundry.

[Ominous instrumental music]

This is weird. It sounds like the dryer's on,
but all their clothes are on the floor.

[Thumping]

[Moaning]

[Sultry instrumental music]

[Shuddering]

[Gasping]

My eyes!

I've gone blind!

Hank, is something wrong?
You look very strange.

I guess I'll have to take your word for it.
I can't see a thing.

-I've gone blind.
-Oh, good Lord!

Blind he's gone, now.

DOCTOR: I'm really stumped. Your eyes
respond to light, the retina is in place.

And there's no sign of a stroke.

I know I've asked you this before,
but did you poke yourself?

No, I just went blind for no reason.

Why is that so hard for you to understand?

What kind of a doctor are you, anyway?
Will you do something?

What are all these machines for?
What about that laser?

-Use that laser on my husband right now!
-All right.

I don't need a laser.

Look, what if somebody...

saw something really wrong?
Could that affect someone's vision?

Was something out of place,
where it shouldn't be?

Did you open the microwave door
before the "ding"?

Just tell me if it's possible.

There is a temporary disorder
called hysterical blindness.

Someone can see something so horrific...

like, say, a brutal murder,
that sort of thing...

that they actually lose their sight.

Here, I got a couple of books on it.
You take them. |I don't need them.

This condition could last a few days,
or a few weeks.

The key to getting better will be
to confront what you saw and deal with it.

Unless you poked yourself, in which case...

when you're ready to admit it,
come back and I'll fix you up.

Hank.

When are you planning on telling me
what you saw?

I can't say.
You want me to lose my voice, too?

How can I help you get better,
if you don't tell me what caused this?

So don't help me.
I'll just be blind. I don't care.

Is it a thing, or a person, or a vegetable?

-Hank, just tell me!
-A person.

Stop it! Stop asking me.

When we get home,
you can show me on a doll.

No!

All right, I'll tell you. But you can't say
anything about it to anyone.

I saw Mom and Gary...

in the throes...

-of activity.
-That's it?

I can't believe you dragged me
to a medical doctor for that.

You get your sight back, right now,
you big baby.

Come on, Peggy, it's not that easy.

How would you feel if you saw
your mother on the kitchen table...

in the arms of a 65-year-old man
wearing nothing but a submarine tattoo?

[Gasping]

I eat breakfast on that table.

What did the doctor say, honey?

I poked myself in the eye.
It's the darnedest thing.

But what about the other eye?

Well, it seems the other eye compensates
by shutting itself down.

It's one of nature's wonders.

My entire life,
I've been reading Psychology Today.

I never heard of an eye
sympathetically shutting down.

I've got a magazine you ought to read.
It's called the Ten Commandments.

Who's he talking to?
Hank, you want I should come over there?

"You want I should come over there?"
That is so Arizona.

[Sports game playing on TV]

I know what your problem is, Hank.

Your finger's too big.
That's why you poked your eye out.

[Laughing]

[Fake laughter]

Hey, Hank.

What am I thinking?

You can't see.

You can't see what I'm thinking.

I'm not gonna be blind forever, you know.

And the second I see some ass,
I'm kicking it.

No more making fun of my blindness.

Okle-doke.

[Makes telephone sound effect]

Phone for you, Hank.

The joke's on you, funny man.

[Dog barking]

I like them flat. Press harder.

Peggy.

So, okay, who wants to make cookies?

[Sighing]

[Sighing]

Jesus, if you're up there...

what I'd really like for Christmas
is my sight back.

And a wrench set.

Maybe I should be
talking to Santa about that.

[Christmas carol playing on stereo]

What? What's going on?
Did somebody drop a dish?

Okay, now we will open the presents.

I'll pass them out, like usual.

We got something square.

Did somebody ask Santa
for something square?

[Chuckling]

Here you go, Bobby.

-Hey, that's for me!
-He said "Bobby."

BOBBY: Cool! A nightgown.

-I'm gonna wear this when I get older.
-All right, who's next?

HANK: I got a heavy one here.

Okay, and here's something for Peggy
from Titty and me.

[Gasping]

A book! I love books. "The Clown Did It.

"Movie Comics from Buster Keaton
to Robin Williams." Look, Hank!

HANK: I'm awake.

GARY: And what do we have here?
Oh, my goodness!

Another mink coat for Hank.

Sorry, Hank, I know that's getting old.

That's great there, Gary.

Thanks for turning my holiday
into a Woody Allen special.

I'm gonna sit in the truck
until it's time to go to my dad's.

Where's my finger?

PEGGY: Gary, he didn't mean that.
Please excuse me.

[Clattering]

PEGGY: Hank, stop.

If you won't come back in
for Gary or your mother...

at least do it for yourself.

The doctor told you it was psychological.

If you run away from your problem,
you will never get your sight back.

HANK: Are you going to drive me
to my dad's, or not?

[Sighing]

Honey, I feel better already.

Every block we put between me and
the kitchen table is a load off my mind.

Amen to that. Now, where am I going?

[Hank stuttering]

Peggy?

Where's Peggy? Turn this thing around.

Peggy asked me to take you,
and my policy is:

Give a woman what she wants.

Stop the truck.
Let me ride in back, in the bed.

Don't be silly.
You'll be much more comfortable inside.

Here, I'll tell you what you're passing.

There's one of those big trucks.
You know, the ones you find on the road.

A semi, a Demi,
a couple-of-dozen-wheelers.

Here we got a billboard.
They want us to buy some filing cabinets--

Shut up! You're driving me insane.

Oh, look! A hitchhiker with a beard,
a gun and a dog.

I think we'll pick him up.
It'll take you out of this mood you're in.

-He looks like a nice guy.
-No!

-We can take the dog.
-No!

-He'll lick your face. You'll feel better.
-No!

Don't you like dogs?

COTTON: You're late.
HANK: Dad, it's good to hear your voice.

Still blind? Or are you faking?

[Groans in pain]

Either you're blind or you're slow.
I'd believe both.

What's he selling?

That's just the guy who drove me here.

-Gary Kasner.
-Kasner!

Happy Hanukkah.

I served with one of your tribe
in the Pacific.

Name of Brookland. You know him?

- I know a Joe Brookstein.
-That's him.

Well, let's go get a tree, boy.

-Dad, I gotta take your shoulder here.
-Hands off, girlie.

I didn't fight off a bunker
full of horny privates to let you cop a feel.

[Gunshots]

HANK: You know, Dad, it's like old times,
being here on the holidays.

I gotta say, I really like--

Have you been a chauffeur all your life?

I'm in visiting with Titty.
Just thought I'd help out.

-Titty? My old Titty?
-Dad--

My sweet God! Is she still around?

She was too old for me 20 years ago.

I don't know
what year she told you she was, mister...

but that odometer's done rolled over.

HANK: Dad, it's Christmas.
GARY: It doesn't matter what day it is.

You don't talk about her like that.

Tilly's a great woman, a wonderful woman.

And all you did was dump on her.
Shame on you.

If I catch you talking like that again,
I'll kick your ass.

All right, I'm backing down.

One man's trash is another man's treasure.

Hank, I'll wait outside for you.

A little to your left.

Thanks, Gary.

You didn't have to leave early
on my account.

COTTON: Where's my eggnog?
Bring me my eggnog!

No problem.

HANK: Where are we? We're not home yet.

GARY: I'm taking you to a place
that might help you to get your sight back.

I've already seen the doctors.

No, not medicine. Faith.

No, that's really nice of you to offer
to share your Jewishness with me...

but I really don't walk that way.

Hank, trust me.

Look, it's nothing personal,
I'm just not crazy about the idea...

of my God seeing me in your God's temple.

I wouldn't take you to a temple
without telling you.

Then where are we? What's going on?

I know you didn't poke yourself in the eye.
It's not hard to figure out what happened.

You saw me and your mother
in the kitchen.

I'm not flattered
that it made you go blind...

but obviously it's something psychological
with you. That's why we're here.

MINISTER: Welcome, brothers and sisters...

and all you prayer partners
tuning in at home.

Welcome to the Canvas Cathedral.

Canvas Cathedral?
The big TV church on the highway?

-You said it was your favorite.
-You brought me here?

MINISTER: We're celebrating
a special birthday today.

Does anyone know his name?

He's almost 2000 years old,
but he's still going strong.

I think we should give him
a round of applause...

because he's working on his birthday.

I don't really believe
in this faith-healing stuff...

but it's a really nice gesture.

I don't get it.
I haven't been that nice to you.

Enough. I do it because I love your mom.

She's very fond of you, too...

and it's not such a bad thing,
I'm beginning to think.

Hey, no fair. I didn't see you coming.

Okay, got your jollies by now?

He's healing the crippled today,
on his birthday.

He's healing the blind today,
on his birthday.

GARY: I got a blind man, right here.

Is this man your son?

I'd like to think, maybe one day.

Yeah.

I guess that would be
an all-right way to be thinking.

[Sentimental instrumental music]

MINISTER: Blindness, leave this man!

-I can see!
-That-a-boy! I knew you could.

Amazing grace!
He was blind, and now he sees.

We'll be right back after these messages.

DALE: Hey, Hank, how's the weather?

Oh, right, you're blind.

Now me.

Hey, Hank, you're not wearing any pants.

[Laughing]

BOOMHAUER: Man! Hank got that
dang ol' stick, man...

even though walking like he can see again,
man. It's a little spooky, man.

BOOMHAUER: Hank's got his sight! Run!
BILL: Get outta here!

BOOMHAUER: Hank's got his sight! Run!
BILL: Get outta here!

[All shrieking]

[Country-style Christmas music playing]

GARY: You wanna taste something good?
Put the mashed potatoes...

GARY: You wanna taste something good?
Put the mashed potatoes...

with the cranberries together,
mush them around.

[All munching]

This is the best Christmas ever.

GARY: Very good.

GARY: I shouldn't eat so much.
BOBBY: So moist, this turkey is.

GARY: It's a special occasion.
You can have another piece.

Look, I wonder who's gonna eat that piece.

You gonna eat that?

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