All language subtitles for 2 Broke Girls - 05x21 - And the Ten Inches.WEB-DL.English.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

Miss, I'm done here.

Oh, I've been done here for years.

You don't see me getting a parade.

Oh, looks like we lost electricity.

Uh-oh, all the food in the
refrigerator will go worse.

Is it a bad sign that

I can actually see everything better?

Well, we finally found lighting
that made the food look edible.

Yeah,
it's almost dark enough for Caroline

to agree to have sex in here.

Max, have you ever seen balls in light?

They're not pretty.

Nobody panic!

The power is out in the whole building.

We've got less energy
than a Steely Dan concert.

Han, you look exactly like

a Doozer from "Fraggle Rock" right now.

All right,
we've got to keep the diner safe

from hooligans and looters.

You're still on the clock!

And you're on my foot.

Sorry, Earl,
I can't see you in the dark...

But not in a racist way.

And I can't see you in the light

in a short way.

Han, who would loot this diner?

Unless they're looters looking
specifically for disappointment.

Max?

Just taking this vodka

and cash register to a safe place.

Our new dessert bar
is under construction

and it's not quite there yet.

Kind of like the credit card bill

I lied about mailing,

but I've chosen you two to be
the first to get a preview.

She invited other people.
They said, "No."

She told me there would
be some hard candy.

Better be some hard candy.

I have peppermints inside.

Then we're fine.

So it doesn't look like much now,

but with a little moxie
and a lot of work,

it's gonna be gorgeous.

Like Khlo� Kardashian.

Is that the one that's a dude now?

Okay, where's my treat?

Impressive,

and you've stolen almost nothing

from the diner to do this.

Oh, wait, I see my sport coat
is being used as a paint rag.

That coat's yours?

I thought it belonged
to a service Chihuahua.

Hey, everybody.

Oh, yeah.

Hubba, hubba, hot stuff.

You know, if I were still single,

I'd let you spackle my hole.

You heard what she said, beefcake.

I'm not gay.

I'm just very pro-harassment.

I'm proud of you, girls.

You're making your dreams come true,

and my dreams, too,
assuming you'll allow me

to start a tab here.

I'll never pay.

Does this mean you're not
paying your tab at the diner?

Uh-huh.

Earl?

He walks fast when he wants to.

I gotta get going too.

You know,
we just came from the baby doctor,

and he put me on bed rest.

At first I thought the doctor said,
"Bed arrest,'

which is one of my favorite games.

Sophie, what's wrong? Are you okay?

Well, I'm five months along,

and the baby already weighs 15 pounds,

so the doctor's just a little worried.

He's afraid it'll fall out

like a watermelon through
a plastic grocery bag.

Come on, baby, let's get you in bed

and get your legs up.

I can't believe none of
this has to do with sex.

Yeah.

Knock, knock. It's Randy.

I got a six-pack...

And I brought some beers.

Who wants some warm, wet, deli beer?

This is why you're the
best boyfriend ever.

Warm,
wet deli beer is the official drink

of my personality.

So, Randy, look.

What do you think of the new bar space?

I've got a bar-related question.

How you gonna fit in the bar?

It's all right here on the blueprints,
see?

The bar goes here,
so that leaves ten feet

for the cafe tables and
the front door entrance.

Uh, you see this number ten right here?

You see the two dashes after it?
Those are inches, not feet.

You got 10 inches.

First time I've ever been
disappointed with 10 inches.

Well,
that's the last time I get an architect

from the "casual encounters"
section of Craigslist.

Ugh.

The lady from the pizza place
next door is banging back again.

Yeah, they should pay less
attention to our business

and more attention to their own.

There's so much oil on their pizza,

the U.S. might invade it.

You know what?

I think we've just

blown past "warm beers."

I'm gonna go get us some whiskey.

10 inches always looks a
whole lot bigger with bourbon.

Oh, my God, Max, we need more space.

I know;
we spend way too much time together.

Hey!

Enough with the noise, cupcake bitches.

You gotta stop with this freakin'
racket already.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down, Gina.

What, 'cause I'm Italian,

my name's gotta be Gina?

It's Angie. Gina's my middle name.

Oh, I thought your middle name was
"bangs a lot."

Angie, we're expanding our shop,

and we have a permit
for the construction,

so it's above board.

Which, yes, even I'm surprised about.

You got a permit to destroy my business?

Nobody wants to eat pizza

next to this constant freaking racket.

What's your freaking point?

Max, I didn't know you spoke Italian.

Follow me.

I want yous to see the
hell you're making.

Um, that's a firm pass.

- I'll throw in a free slice.
- Okay.

See?

See what you're doing to our office

from all that banging next door?

You're destroying it.

Uh, look, you can't destroy a room

that has this strong of a
"hostage basement" vibe.

You got cracks, and falling plaster,

and my brother and I are fed up.

Right, Angelo?

He says, "Right."

He's my twin.

We agree with our minds.

Um, Angie,
when do we get that free slice?

Not to be pushy, but a deal is a deal,

and today's a carb day for me.

What the frig?

I just got my hair cut for
our high school reunion.

Now it's ruined.

It's a frickin' war zone in here!

My father would be turning in his grave

if we'd been able to
give him a proper burial.

How you gonna make this right?

Look, Angie and Angelo,

we're sorry about the inconvenience,

but it'll just be another
week of construction.

We promise to keep the
noise down to a minimum.

Right, Max?

She's agreeing with her mind.

Hey, just came by to see
if everything's okay,

and to say I've never
seen the statue of David

with a slice of pizza over his junk.

Who's this hunk of gabbagoul?

This hunk is Randy, and he's my...

Lawyer, and I'm sure he's here
to make sure there's no problem.

There's not problem, right, Angie?

The only problem I see
now is that shirt on him.

Hi, I'm Angie,

but I'm thinking about
changing my name to yours.

Props, that's a good line.

So, Angie, what do you think?

Can you stand another
week of the construction?

All right.

I'll give yous two another week,

'cause of Randy here,

but that's the last thing
I ever do for you two.

You, I'd do whatever you want..

tonight and in perpetuity.

"Perpetuity"?

Better not be Italian for "the butt."

Guys,

I have a genius idea to fix
the dessert bar problem.

What if somehow we could convince Angie

to let us break through the wall
and rent out their back office?

Come on!

This is a genius idea.

Their business is struggling,

and we could pay them rent.

It's either that or we have to use

dollhouse furniture for the dessert bar.

You know what? She's right.

It is a good idea.

You just gotta figure out a way
to get on Angie's good side.

Maybe you bring her a
bouquet of cigarettes.

Okay, Caroline, the only thing
Angie likes about us is him,

and honestly,
the only thing I like about us is him.

That's perfect;
we should bring Randy over there

when we go ask her.

Randy, this has got to work,

so wear a tight shirt,

and maybe put a little
Parmesan behind your ears.

Uh.

So, Angelo, any idea when
your sister is getting back?

Well, it is a long commute from hell.

Oh...

Hi, Randy.

I would make out with you,
but I just got a manicure,

and I like to use my nails.

Next time.

So we came here with a
business proposition,

and some delicious cupcakes.

I'll need the plate back.

Get those away from me!

I'm going to my reunion
in a dress so tight

you could see the kidney Angelo gave me

from when I had renal failure
from drinking too much Tab.

First of all, Angie,
Max and I are so glad

to hear that you pulled
through from the renal failure,

but the real reason we're here is...

did you see Randy?

Look, let's move this along.

We want to bust through this wall

and rent your little pizza hut here.

Well, I'm in charge,

and I'm not renting to yous two.

I don't have time for this.

I still don't have a date
for my reunion tomorrow,

and this stress is bad for my face.

I already have more filler
than a two-hour "Dateline."

Angie, how does a woman like you

not have a date for your reunion?

I mean, not to be too forward,

but hot magenta really
brings out your eyes.

Well, you're not wrong.

You know what would be wrong?

If Randy didn't take you

to your reunion tomorrow night.

Do you want to be punched in
the face with my ring hand?

You know what?

That...

is a great idea.

Angie, I would be honored to
take your to your reunion.

Oh, my God!

Really?

What about Angelo?
What's he supposed to do?

Angelo, do you want to bring
one of these two to the reunion?

They're not my type.

Two fives make a ten, right?

Oleg!

I know we don't really
have standards here,

but the customer said that
her steak shouldn't do this.

Well, tell her not to turn
the plate upside down then.

I'm FaceTiming with Sophie.

She's lonely.

Say "hi" to Caroline.

I'm not that lonely.

Ugh, I just scrubbed a table.

That is how upset I am.

I should have never let
Randy go to that reunion.

And I should have never

let Buddy Holly get on that plane,

but what're you gonna do?

Other than play it over and over again

in your mind for 60 years.

Max, it'll all be worth it

when we get that extra
space for our dessert bar.

Why would God make Randy look like that

if not to help us get stuff?

I'm worried about Randy.

He is strong, but she has the strength

of ten horny women.

Somebody talk to me.

I'm dying here.

I just watched all eight seasons of
"Perfect Strangers."

I'm...I'm just...I'm... I'm Balki'd out.

I just felt a shift in the force.

Did somebody clean a table over there?

Is everything okay?

She's upset because Angie

from the pizza parlor
next door needed a date

to her high school reunion,
and Randy took her.

Well, that's hurtful.

I've asked Angie out twice.

They're not on a real date, Han.

He's just trying to convince her

to let us rent their back office.

Randy's wasting his time.

It's actually Angie's
delightful brother Angelo

who controls the lease.

Angelo's in charge?

Angelo's "delightful"?

Ugh, I am so bored

that I just got a degree
from DeVry University.

So she tricked Randy

into going to that reunion with her?

I am going to the high school

to get my man back... oh, my God,

I sound just like my mother.

We should go there and sweet-talk Angelo

into giving us the space.

Oh, but we're "not his type,"

which is a shame,
because I really wanted some of

that 50-year-old
video-game-addict money.

Well,
where are we gonna get tacky dresses

and hair from 1986?

I can make you look like it's 1986

'cause I lived in Poland in 2003!

How you doin'?

Oh, Jimmy Vecchio!

It's Max...Blackilini.

Doesn't ring a bell.

What about me?

It's Caroline...

uh, Cacciatore!

Didn't we take math together
with Mr. Bag-a-two-shoes?

Never heard of him.

Eh!
- Forget about it.

Oh, there's Angelo

dancing by himself.

No surprise there.

Wow, I've never seen a sweat-suit tux.

Angelo.

It's Max and Caroline

from next door.

Um, you probably don't recognize us.

I'm hoping no one does.

What? I can't hear you

with the babe alarm going off.

Whee-ooh, whee-ooh.

Oh, well, same to you.

What is that, terry cloth?

Actually, we came here to talk to you

because we wanted to ask you

about renting out your back office.

We know you're the big cheese.

You know, since you're here,

maybe we, uh, cut a rug?

She hasn't cut her rug in
about four months, so...

We could, uh,
start off on the dance floor,

and if we happen to end up

in the back of an '86 Cutlass Supreme,

so be it.

So be it. Forget about it.

Excuse us.

Max, I am not a whore.

That's not what your hair,
dress, and makeup say.

Look, you pimped Randy
out for that extra space,

and now it's your turn.

You want that back room, make it happen.

On the count of three,

say "sex."

You handle Angelo.

I've been wanting to kill someone

for using a selfie stick,
and she is the lucky one.

Angie, God rest your soul,

get your hands off my boyfriend.

Max, what're you doing here?

Please tell me that's a wig.

She tricked you into coming here.

She is not in charge of the pizza place.

Her brother is. This is my hair.

Angie, is that true?

Did I do the Electric Slide for nothing?

Well, not for nothing.

We came in second in
the dance competition.

Okay, fine, it's true.

Angelo's in charge.

My father thought he was the smarter one

because he wore glasses as a kid.

Randy, are you okay?

Did the bad lady touch you
in any of the good places?

Look, I'm sorry I lied,

but for what it's worth,
I'm having the night of my life.

Believe it or not,
I wasn't popular in high school.

I didn't date a football player

or get pregnant.

For once,
I just wanted to show up a winner.

- Hey, Ange!
- Oh, no.

Here comes Michelle Pascucci.

Please, don't ruin this for me.

Who's this, Ange?

What's she doing holding
on to your fianc�

like he's the last cannoli at a wake?

Forgot to tell you, I got engaged.

Wait.

Unless that's not really your boyfriend.

'Cause, uh, you're known to lie.

Well...

she's not lying.

He's been cheating on
me with her for years.

I, uh, caught 'em at the Olive Garden.

I smell a catfight,

and Drakkar Noir.

Catfight!

Oh, come here, bitch. Oh!

- Just follow my lead.
- Okay, careful.

I spent $65 on my hair.

I was hoping not to
touch it till next week.

Don't touch my arm, bitch! Oh!

Oh, I shouldn't touch your arm?

Maybe you shouldn't touch my guy.

Finally, this party's getting good.

Push me back.

Oh!

Did you just push me?

Yeah, I pushed you,

but not as hard as your boyfriend

was pushing me in the back of the car.

Oh, hell no, bitch!

Now... OH!

I told you not to touch my hair!

Oh!
- Oh, my God!

She's got a freakin' knife!

All right, I'm out,

but only because...

I'm on parole

for pulling out a woman's
bangs on the F Train.

Let's get out of here, Ange.

Is my hair dented?

I'll fix it, hun.
I got a chopstick in my purse.

Get over here, you sloppy second.

Wow.

I kind of like having
a knight in shining...

what is this, aluminum foil?

Well, it is warming up the
ravioli I put in my bra.

Max, can I have this dance?

So you think you and I would
have dated in high school?

Well, when I was in high school,
you were in your 30s,

so...

yeah, that sounds right.

I just convinced Angelo to
let us rent the back office.

I mean, I may have to be
his date to the Auto Show.

Wear something nice.

Like a silk blouse

or a bikini.

He wants to show me off.

I never went to anything like this.

A reunion or a prom

or a class.

What do you do at these things?