All language subtitles for Scrubs s04e16 My Quarantine.eng

Before I settled on the outfit for
my first date with Kylie,

I had to run it
by the experts.

So be honest, but not too honest,
'cause I'm feeling a little chunky.

We like it.

Oh, thank god. I could have sworn
I heard the word jowly.

So, uh...ha. How many outfits did you
try on before you picked that one?

Not too many.

You know, on a first date,
I could see what a guy was wearing

and know exactly how far
he was gonna get that night.

Oh, me, too.

-And that guy's gettin' boobies.
-Yeah, he is.

Whoa! That guy's
gettin' a hug at the door.

And that guy is getting a fake name
and a phone number with 6 digits.

-I know how ridiculous this looks.
-I don't think you do.

But the entire ensemble works together,
and the jacket never comes off.

Now, Carla, I need the keys
to the mini-convertible, ok?

Because that girl is not
getting on my scooter.

The top won't go up.

It'll be awesome.

Sorry about your hair.

Don't beat yourself up.

I got a scrunchie.

There.

What the hell was that?

It's a poor little possum.
We should take him to the vet.

It was Sophie's choice.

Either heartlessly leave the possum
there to die or wrap that little guy up

in my sports coat and reveal the short-
sleeved nerd jersey that lurked beneath.

Careful. His little hoof is bleeding
on the gear shift.

Oh. Sorry.

This thing's dead.
That'll be $120.

$120 for a stupid dead rat!

I think it's so sweet that you're
depressed about that poor little possum.

I'll always remember him.

Little Carlton.

I named him after my uncle.
He had red eyes.

Allergic to preserves, but
he spread 'em on everything, you know?

Anyway. We only lost about half an hour.
We can still make that reservation.

Oh! There's possoms everywhere.

No, no, no.
It's just a box.

A...talking box.

I think your shirt stopped the bleeding.

Great!

Happy birthday, Laverne.

Thanks, Carla.

-Did your brother make you face cake?
-Sure, he did.

Can I have a piece of that face cake?

I heard there was face cake.

Face cake!
I heard--

Back off!

I'm saving this for my party tonight.

Outstanding.

Nurse, do me a favor, please.
Can you bandage this gentleman up?

I think they sensed that my first date
wasn't going perfectly,

and even though I could smell face cake
in the air, it was about to get worse.

Dr Dorkian, I presume?

The ex-girlfriend from hell.

Get out!

Get out before she sprays her toxic
stink all over your new relationship.

Danni, love to stay and talk, but
I'm giving Kylie here a tour of the ICU.

Hey, hey, you were gonna
take me back to the underpass!

After the tour!
What is it with you and the underpass?

She's your nightmare sister.
You take her out to dinner.

I spent the whole day with her.
She stole a sweater.

So what? You're the one wearing it.

Now, let's go eat. I've had nothing
all day except vodka and olives.

Thanks for the shirt, Lonnie.

Are you doing this because
I forgot to shave this morning?

Good lord!
That's a one-day moustache?

No, Lonnie.

It's so great, because the residents
are practically our slaves.

I just said slaves to
my new black girlfriend!

Unfreeze J.D.
It's over.

So, uh...

What's wrong with this guy?

Well, let's see.

Fatigue, fever, malaise.

Have you been to Hong Kong, sir?

Yeah.

And then I said something stupid.

Could be sars.

I forgot that if any
doctor suspects sars,

it's cause for immediate
quarantine lockdown.

What have you done, Newbie?

Quarantinis, anyone?

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My Quarantine

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Mr. Donaldson hasn't been
to Hong Kong in 20 years,

so I bet my one remaining testicle
no one has sars.

Unfortunately, by hospital policy,
we have to stay locked down

until the labs come back,
and that's going to take several hours.

So, let's hang in there,
and do not forget,

it is all Dr Dorian's fault.

Kylie, angry mob.
Angry mob, Kylie.

Sars sucks.

Ok. You can direct any technical
questions to my former sister-in-law.

-Hi
-Hi

Otherwise, let's bear in mind
that we are short-handed.

There are only 4 doctors here.

I counted more than that.

I'm talking legitimate doctors,
turtle head.

Pee pants is a pathologist,
so he doesn't count.

Johnson is a dermatologist,
which is greek for "fake doctor,"

and please don't even get me
started on you 4 surgeons.

There's only two of us.

You are so very useless,
I counted you both twice.

Yeah you did.

So be honest. Is this the worst
first date you've ever been on or what?

I don't know.
I think it's kind of exciting...

Being in a hospital,
getting to see you in action.

I just wish I could be your assistant.

Say no more.
Lonnie, shirt!

No!

Don't make me say pants. I'll do it.

Still tanning, I see.

He's your bitch, isn't he?

Yeah.

That is so cute!
I'll go change.

So, Kylie looks like she's having fun.

It's a front. She's miserable.

So far, the highlight of the night's
been putting a possum to sleep,

and that's not a euphemism.

J.D., seeing a young doctor do his job
is an amazing turn-on for a girl.

My dad's a doctor,
and I remember how excited

I was the first time I saw
him work at the hospital.

I mean, I didn't want
to sleep with him,

but there were definitely
some complicated feelings.

But that's totally normal
for an 11-year-old, right?

Anyway, yeah...

I forgot.

So what first, doctor?

Well, you need a chart.

Lonnie--chart!

You look ridiculous.

Except for that glorious moustache.

Hey, grouchy pants.
Do you wanna hang out?

Does "hang out" mean choke you?

Hey, Danni, what's shakin'?

Turk and Carla's wedding-- we made out.

So did we.

Was it at the same time?

'Cause I have a habit of doing
that at people's weddings.

Leaving.
Good show, fellows.

Wait for me, Perr-Perr.

Smooth maneuver, hoover.
You scared her off.

You were the one who was
embarrassingly forward!

I'm bored. I'm a surgeon,
and there's no surgery.

Why do you think I brought you in here?

We're short-handed. Mr. Dempsey
needs his bedsores redressed.

Baby, that's a nurse stuff,
I don't have the expertise.

Turk, any idiot can be a nurse.

I know, I just think--

I knew you thought that,
I knew it!

You tricked me.

-Say she's mine, Murphy!
-Not till you kill me.

The only thing I detest
more than treating patients,

is treating patients on
an empty stomach.

I'm famished.

-We've been in here for 8 minutes.
-I haven't eate since yesterday.

I've been starving myself because
I was going to a steakhouse tonight.

It was just gonna be me,
a 24-ounce porterhouse,

and a fistful of blood thinners.

That's an incredibly boring story,

with a fantastic...

FINISH!

Five bucks says that
you can't do that twice.

You're on.

Double or nothin'.

So how's it going with Kylie?

There was nothing exciting going on.

This sucks. I need to look like a stud,
and a doctor can't look like a stud

unless he's saving somebody's life.
I need someone to have a heart attack.

Got 20 bucks?

So, nurse Ghandirilla, I need you to
suction this guy, do a wet-to-dry

dressing change, and, oh, what the hell,
go ahead and top him off with one of

your special, special sponge baths,
happy ending optional--

his choice, not yours.

-The guy's in a coma.
-Not all of him.

Not here, not here, not here...

Danni!

Hi!

Oh, good!
You're here.

Seeing as we're amigos now, I was
wondering if you could do me a solid.

This bald, sad clown isn't
really much of a nurse,

so could you go ahead and
keep an eye on him for me?

Yeah, sure.
I'd love to.

Hey, didn't I go to your wedding?

Yeah. You threw up on my gran-gran.

Hey!
You can't get inside my head.

Hey--mentally strong!

You can't smoke in here.

I don't see any signs.

So how much does he owe me, Barbarino?

600 so far.

Damn it, man.
You cannot afford this.

Stop, stop, stop.

Come on, steve.
Stay with me, buddy!

YOU'RE NOT GETTIN' THIS ONE YET, LORD!

Could you make your face
a little bit redder, buddy? Come on.

I want more money.

-WHAT!?
-50 bucks or I tell the girl.

-I don't have it!
-Get it!

Elliot, I need another doctor
over here, stat!

Gimme $30.

I gave you 20. I'm tapped.

Ask Johnson.
He's loaded.

I need a dermatologist over here, stat!

Oh, yeah!
Time to shine.

What do you need?
Is it a rash?

Look, I paid this guy
to fake a heart attack.

He wants 50 bucks.
We only have 20.

You know, I feel like you guys
just use me for my money.

You have a trust fund!
Now give me the money!

CLEAR!

I'm alive!

J.D., One.
Lord, zero.

Just like that, love was in the air.

It was as if our first date got other
people talking about some of theirs.

I had this one first date where
the guy took me to play paintball.

All he does the whole time
is shoot me in the face.

After two years with that guy,
I'm like, "that's enough!" You know?

Ha ha! First dates, huh?

Somebody give me 700 bucks.

I went out with this girl. She was
like the worst first date ever.

I take her for a romantic ferry ride,

and for some reason,
I decide to take it out--

Ok. Your turn is done.

The worst first date I ever had was

with this guy who took me to this
dump of a pizza parlor, right?

You know what? Really don't
wanna hear about this one. Ok!

And she didn't like the pizza I ordered
because it had anchovies on it.

You believe that?

It had anchovies.

And pineapples.

And pineapples?

And red peppers.

And green peppers.

wait--red peppers.

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I could hear the pain in
my best friend's voice,

and I could feel how little I cared...

because by the way Kylie was looking
at me, I knew she thought I was sexy.

You know something? Seeing you in
your element today, you seem so...

Here it comes...

Sexy!

Genuine.

She would have said sexy
if I had a moustache.

You know, James lied all the time,
and I don't know...

it's just nice to be
with a guy I can trust.

Cool.

Oh, no.

I don't deserve this.

I'm no better than
her lying ex-boyfriend.

I paid a hobo to fake a heart attack.

So you just tell her the truth,
she's mad at you for a little while,

then she forgives ya.

I see what you're saying.
There's no downside. Kylie!

-You dated the devil!
-Turk!

-And you lied to me.
-No, uh-uh! No.

You never asked me if I dated Dr Cox.

You can ask me anything,
I would never lie to you.

Do you sometimes wish I had hair?

Yes.

It's a nightmare. I'm standing
here living in a nightmare.

Ok, maybe I'm guilty of
a lie of omission.

'Cause you're a lie omitter!

I know this may be asking too much,
but could you please

try and keep it together until
we can get home and talk about it?

Fine.

Thank you.

Carla, I like your hair that way.

Laverne,

I bet you're tempted to break open
that face cake and just tear it apart.

No one's touching this.

Oh, I don't care.

I'm not even hungry.

Dr. Kelso, I don't have $700.

That actually sounded like
the word cake.

You get me that damn face cake,
and you are free and clear.

Hi, Glenn.

-Hey!
-Hey!

-I'm Glenn!
-I'm Glenn!

Look, let's not go down
that road again. Come on.

Shake.

Ok, it's time to come clean.

Kylie, I brought you here because
I wanted to tell you--

Say I'm Glenn!

That's peculiar.

Anyway, what I really
wanted to say was--

JD, JD, look at me!

Ugh! That's exactly the kind of girl
my ex-boyfriend would have dated.

I barely know her.

And the lies begin again.

I certainly would never sleep with her.

That's it-- you're stronger
than this. Not another lie!

I race motorcycles.

Excuse me.

What the hell are you doing?

I need more cash.

For what?

I'm puttin' DSL in my box.

Fine! But know this--

you've been nothing but a disappointment
to me since the moment I ran over you.

Hey, baby.

Keep it together.

Do you remember that quarantine
we had seven years ago?

It was just you and me,

all alone, late at night in the ICU.

That's it.

Turk!

You really had to do that?

Come on. If he wasn't such a jealous
baby, it wouldn't be such a big deal.

Give him a break! What if you found out
Jordan had a history with somebody here?

Oh, fair enough.

Uh, hey, everyone--

In the brief 18 months that
Jordan and I weren't together,

how many of you had your way with her?

Bear in mind, I'm gonna need absolute
honesty here or I will brain you.

Anyway, whoever taught jordan
that reverse cowgirl position...

it was long overdue, but thank you.

You're welcome.

You're a freak.

Who ate my face fake?

He did.

$700.

Wow, he is really out.

A mild sedative fell into his juice box.

Look, J.D... I know why
you're lying about everything.

You don't think you're
good enough for Kylie.

You've always had
this insecure thing

even though you're this
funny, weird, amazing guy.

I mean... that's why I fell in love with
you, and I'm betting if you just

act like yourself, Kylie will, too.

Thanks, Elliot.
Really.

But that's a load of crap,

because nobody is themselves
when they start dating.

Dating is just acting like
you're somebody you're not

until the person likes you enough so
you can show them who you really are.

No, it's not.

What do you call that bra you
wore for your date last week?

Oh, the miracle lift super push-up bra.

But not everyone's as insecure as me.

Carla, when you first
started dating Turk,

didn't you tell him you loved watching
nba basketball every weekend?

Yeah.

And how many games have you
watched since he proposed?

One.

But only because that time
he made me choose

between watching basketball
or having sex.

Exactly.

As soon as I get out of here, I'm gonna
treat Kylie better than anyone ever has.

I just gotta make it
through tonight, ok?

Keep an eye on the bum's vitals. I gave
him enough sedative to put down a rhino.

I don't understand why Carla
didn't tell me about you guys.

Maybe it's because she's
really in love with me

and together, we injected you
with diabetes to very slowly

get you out of the picture.

Or maybe it's because
I really liked her

but she didn't exactly feel
the same way about me,

and I got the forehead kiss after
spending 90 stinking dollars on

theater tickets. Or maybe--
and this is a huge outside maybe--

maybe she knows

you're the kind of person who freaks
out over irrelevant things from the past.

Personally, I hope it's all three.

They say all horrible things
eventually come to an end.

The lab results are back,
and there is no sars.

The quarantine is over.

So, bye-bye, everyone.

That looks like my neck!

Oh, this does not end well for you.

Thanks for the heads up, jumpsuit.

You are going to pay every
cent of that $700.

Double or nothin'!

We're even.
Good night, sir.

Dr. Kelso made me realize that
lies come back to haunt you--

even little ones about cake.

Heck, even a lie of omission
shook the foundation of a couple

that was much more
established than Kylie and me.

And I knew I couldn't
let her go out that door.

Let's go.

Kylie, wait.

I paid Steve 50 bucks and an IOU
for another 120 to fake a heart attack.

I really wanted tonight to go well.

Is there anything else?

Adios, assface.

I had sex with her.

A lot.

Why are you telling me this?

If I don't come clean now, whether it's
a few weeks or months or years from now,

I know it's gonna come back to haunt
me and ruin us, and I don't want that.

I'm not looking for a project.

Yeah. I understand.

So get it together.

Now let's go get some coffee.

Wait. You know, if we-
if we leave like that,

that's how you're always gonna
remember this night. I don't want that.

So...what do you want to do?

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