All language subtitles for King of the Hill s02e13 snow job.eng

[Theme song playing]

[People chattering]

[Epic instrumental music]

I'm Buck Strickland,
and if you don't recognize me...

you're at the wrong event.

[People laughing]

The assistant managers of the five
Strickland Propane branches and I...

welcome you all
to our annual winter picnic.

We have gathered here
to celebrate propane...

God's gas. Who could ignite
the celebration better...

than our senior assistant manager,
Mr. Hank Hill?

Hank, could you do the honors?

I'd be honored.

[Wind whistling]

[Teeth chattering]

Hurry up, Hank, turn winter into summer.

[Cheering]

[Meat sizzling]

[Exclaiming]

Wow, Mr. Strickland.

It's like you always find the exact right
moment to flip those burgers.

I think you'll also find that now
is the exact right moment...

for my total quality management proposal.

For God's sake.

HANK: Hey, Vickers! Who do you like
for the Super Bowl next year?

The Dupey-Loopies
or the Shimmy-Shammies?

Okay. Very funny. But I like the Bills.

[People chattering]

[Crow cawing]

[Gasps]

Look, Mom, ash.
There must be a volcano somewhere.

PEGGY: It's snowing!

[People moaning]

MAN: It can't be.

I have been through this before
in Montana. Nobody lick any flag poles.

Snow?

Texans aren't prepared for this kind
of nightmare, sir. We gotta work fast.

I'll unlock the gas reserves,
while you rally the troops.

Choke it down, people!

This is a propane emergency.
No time for chewing.

If we don't get heat to the people,
you can bet the electric company will.

[Suspenseful instrumental music]

[Tires spinning]

Joe Jack, fire up the bobtail truck!

Don't be a hero.

It's too late.

BOBBY: Can I come too, Dad?
HANK: You bet, son.

If you can catch a bobtail on the fly,
you're welcome at Strickland Propane.

Come on.

[Panting]

Slow down.

HANK: Slow way down. Slower.

Just stop the truck.

[Air brake huffing]

[Humming]

[Exclaiming]

BILL: It's a winter wonderland!

[Exclaiming]

I tell you what.
Don't go down to Antarctica.

Ain't gonna get that dang thing to work
with a little big old bottom like he got.

[Exclaiming]

No, ma'am, propane will not freeze.

Good news, Buck.

We can get propane to the nursing homes...

by diverting it away
from the Museum of Modern Art.

If anyone asks, it was a tough choice.

[Laughs]

[Strickland affirming]

That's why your dad's one of the greats.

Just watch and learn, son.

Maybe someday
you'll be sitting in that seat.

Then where would he sit?

The way things are going,
he'll be in the boss's chair.

No, sir. I'll just keep the chair I have...

and wheel it over to your desk
when the time comes.

I'm beat. I think I'm gonna call it a day.

I just gotta finish up my paperwork.

There. Finished.

Dad.

How come I never
got a Strickland calendar?

That's not for you. You're not old enough.

Hello, Miss November.

You be careful. That's flammable.

Bobby.

Why don't you go on outside
and make snow angels?

Okay.

[Strickland exclaiming]

Speaking of angels, look at the wings
on this piece of chicken, would you?

[Strickland laughing]

[Strickland cheering]

She certainly is attractive.

But I'm not sure that's an appropriate way
to be talking about our cleaning lady.

[Vehicle approaching]

[Wheezing]

Merry Christmas!

I see your stockings
are sure hung with care.

[Grunting]

Buck?

God dangit! I'm having an infarction.

HANK: What?

Oh, my God. I'll call an ambulance.

STRICKLAND: We'll get to the hospital.
HANK: Hang on.

HANK: We still got a lot of propane
to sell together.

Hello, emergency room, please.

[Strickland grunting]

Darn it.

[Wheezing]

Mr. Strickland, you gotta
use both arms, like me.

[Wheezing]

HANK: What do you think?

If I show up at the hospital with a tie on,
it's kind of ghoulish.

It's like saying, "Why aren't you dead yet?"

On the other hand, we are in a crisis,
and I will have to give orders.

See? You are already thinking
like a man in charge.

This is so exciting.
Save the tie for the funeral.

This is so exciting.
Save the tie for the funeral.

[Strickland grunting]

Everybody listen up. Strickland is a family.

I'm like the daddy,
and the daddy ain't feeling so good.

So, it's up to you kids to become leaders.

Make sure Daddy's business
don't get run into the ground.

STRICKLAND: Do you work for me?
MANAGER: Yes, sir, Mr. Strickland.

I'm your daddy.

Now, all five of you kids
are going to have to pitch in.

Take on some added responsibility.

Could you ladies step outside
for a minute, please?

I got a shot coming,
and it's just rude, you know...

to make two such pretty gals
stare at my bare backside.

Now that the skirts are out in the hallway,
we can get down to business.

One of you has to run the company.

Hank, you're my right-hand man.

I need you to feed my hounds.

Promise me you'll take care of my hounds.

I'll take care of them. Sure.

Tell me that you will love them.

[Stuttering] I'll... All right, I'll do so.

Vickers, you run the company.
The whole shebang.

Lets see what that fancy
business degree is worth.

VICKERS: You betcha.
HANK: You're putting him in charge?

Mr. Strickland, I've been
with the company 15 years.

I let you light the grill.
Right now, my hounds are starving.

[Pulse monitor beeping normally]

[Sighs]

[Dejected instrumental music]

[Grunts]

I bought enough canned food...

to last us through this storm and the civil
unrest that will inevitably follow.

Hope you like water chestnuts.

[Children playing in distance]

DALE: Hey, neighbor!
I brought you something.

Water chestnuts.

Thank you.

As a matter of fact, there is something
you can give me in return.

I only have a three-week supply of propane.

But you'll get Hank to hook me up.

DALE: You owe me.
PEGGY: I'm sorry.

Hank may be in charge now...

but you are not gonna get
any special treatment.

Hank's priorities are propane first,
family second...

friends third, in that order.

Fine. I'll just have to barter for it.

[Bill exclaiming]

DALE: Bill, you like pumpkin pie filling?

[Somber instrumental music]

PEGGY: Hank!

What's going on?

[Sighs]

Strickland picked Lloyd Vickers
as interim manager.

What? Why, that suck-up's not even fit
to feed Strickland's dogs.

[Hesitating]

Actually, that's my department now.

[Stuttering]

I'm sure it has its own set of challenges.

Does anyone know what this means?

You're gonna be doing drug testing?

VICKERS: You're thinking of P.C.P.
And, yes, we are.

P.D.P.: "Peak Demand Pricing."

This weather has created
a propane shortage...

therefore market forces dictate
that we raise our prices.

In business school, that's called
"supply and demand.�

HANK: In the real world...

that's called sticking it to people
when they need us most.

Can we "dialogue"� for a second?

I know this must be difficult for you.
So I'm working out some flex time...

so you can feed Mr. Strickland's dogs,
and clean their mess.

Let me tell you something
you can only learn from experience.

You got to treat people with respect.

You know who taught me that?
Buck Strickland.

[Epic instrumental music]

He has the nerve to give me "flex time."

That's what they give pregnant women,
and other disableds.

I don't know. Sounds like he's just trying
to empower you.

That's the fifth building block
of total quality management.

[All agreeing]

You won't be so quick to defend this guy...

when he raises propane prices
10 cents a gallon.

BILL: 10 cents?
DALE: What?

BOOMHAUER: What about
my dang old hot tub?

I tell you what. When Strickland
gets back from the hospital...

and finds out about this, he's gonna have
another heart attack.

DALE: Someone's gotta teach
that Vickers a lesson.

If you want, I can show you
how to make a bomb...

out of a roll of toilet paper
and a stick of dynamite.

Why didn't Buck Strickland
pick you to be boss?

[Sighs]

Sometimes in life...

Curve ball and such...

[Hesitating]

That's your ride, boy.

Hey, Joe Jack.

-Can you give my boy a lift home?
-Sorry.

Vickers put tattlers in the trucks now.

HANK: What? He can't do that.
BOBBY: What's a tattler?

It's a meter that tells the boss
when the driver stops, and for how long.

It's designed to prevent goof-offs,
lunch breaks, unscheduled stops.

All the things the drivers' union fought
so hard for.

[Dogs barking]

[Peggy meowing]

Look at me, I'm a kitty.

[Peggy screeching like a cat]

PEGGY: Good dog. Look at me.
I've got whiskers. I'm a kitty cat.

Run, honey. They've seen you.

[Gasps]

This is ridiculous.
There's a snow crisis going on...

and I'm sitting here
scrubbing off dog slobber.

Do not blame yourself. Strickland
is the fool who passed you over.

No one bats 1.000.
Strickland's a good man.

He's the only other guy who has
the same passion for propane that I do.

[Exclaims]

My lord.

HANK: What?
PEGGY: The stove.

It's not propane. It's electric.

HANK: No.
PEGGY: Yes.

It had better be self-cleaning,
because I think I'm gonna vomit.

How could you, sir?

How could you buy an electric stove,
after everything propane has given you?

Dang it, Hank, we're both men of the world.

I've got a whole bunch
of electric appliances.

They came with the house.

But, Mr. Strickland, you've always said
that propane is God's gas.

HANK: It's a higher calling.
STRICKLAND: Hell, it's just a business.

It's about making as much money
as you can, while you can.

That's why I let Vickers
put in them tattlers.

What? You knew about that?

Sure. I've been using tattlers
off and on for years.

Back in the old days, we used midgets.

Stuck them behind the seats
with a bucket of ice to keep them cool.

That's till OSHA came in and put
them poor little people on the street.

That's what they like to be called.
"Little people.�

The 15 years I've worked with you
have been the happiest years of my life.

Now I find out it was all a lie.

I never thought I would say this...

but, Mr. Strickland, I'm not coming
into work tomorrow.

You mean, you quit,
or are you taking a personal day?

You heard me.

I just need a couple days
up at the lake to figure out...

what I was meant to do in this life.

HANK: I've been taking a good hard look
at the propane business...

and it's sort of like seeing a woman
with her make-up off.

Sharon a Johnson came to beauty school
once with her make-up off...

and nobody told her.

[Laughing]

That was mean.

BOBBY: Dad.

I got the stove.

Where's the propane thingy
that goes into it?

Put it back. There's no room
for propane on this trip.

Now, listen to me.

We're just two steps from win-win.

Step one, you put the tattier boxes back
in the trucks.

Step two, you keep your jobs.

I got a third step for you, honey. We quit.

[All muttering]

Fine. Quit.

I've got a whole alumni newsletter
full of friends I can call on.

They'll drive those trucks
just for the life experience.

I guess your friends
are Hazmat certified, too.

Hazmat?

Hazardous materials, Vickers! You moron!

You need a special license
to drive a propane truck!

It's all right. I can get to "yes."

I'll hire a new batch of drivers right away.

You listen to me, goddang it!

It's the goddang height of the season.

There's no drivers from here
to Goddang City.

You're fired!

Here you go, Sister.

I told you we should have stopped
at the Mega Lo Mart.

They don't even have
a separate candy department here.

We are at a remote cabin
out in the wilderness.

We will make our own candy.

What are you doing?

PEGGY: Put it down. Someone might see.
HANK: Come on.

Haven't you ever wondered what it's like
to barbecue with charcoal?

You mean without propane?
But I don't think that...

[Briquettes rustling]

[Hesitating]

I guess I am curious.

PEGGY [on recording]I:
This is the Hill residence.

Please leave a message at the beep.

[Machine beeps]

STRICKLAND: it's your old buddy
Buck Strickland.

That Vickers mucked things up worse
than Jack Kennedy at Piggy Bay.

So, I got no drivers.

I got no right-hand man!
I need you, old Top.

I need you bad.

[Register chimes]

Comes to $21.24.

Darn! I only got a $20.
I'll just run out to the car.

$20's close enough.
We don't care about $1 here or there.

"People before pennies,� I always say.

Thank you, friend. You're good people.

"We don't care about $1 here or there.�

Now I know why they call you "Pa,"
'cause you're Pa-thetic.

I know why they call you "Ma,�
'cause you're always riding ma ass.

[Machine beeps]

RUDY: Hank, it's Rudy over
at Goobersmooches Restaurant.

I got no propane for my stoves.

I'm looking at 20 pounds of rotten rib eye.

[Pensive instrumental music]

[Sighs]

[Squirrel chattering]

I saved your life.

Huh?

I saved your life.

I was gonna push you in,
and then I saved your life.

HANK: You were going to push me in?
BOBBY: It was a joke.

[Ducks quacking]

[Bobby squealing]

I said, "do not" disturb him.

Oh.

PA: We don't care about $1 here or there.

"People before pennies.�

People. Of course. People.

Peggy!

PEGGY: What is it?

HANK: Pack up the car. I figured it all out.

It's not about tattler boxes,
or who's in charge.

It's about service with a smile,
and making people happy.

I knew it. You are going back to Strickland.

Hell, no. I'm gonna open up a general store.

Escuchame?

Everything I thought I'd find in propane,
it isn't there...

it's in the general store,
where they put people before pennies.

A fella's got no money,
he can't pay his bill?

That's good enough for us.

That fella will tell another,
and before you know it...

I'll have customers lined up
around the block.

Bobby!

Get out here, boy!

I'm leaving the propane business,
and opening up a general store.

Okay.

I can't do it alone.
General stores are "Ma and Pa."

If you're not there,
people'll make assumptions, like:

"Did Pa kill Ma?"

They aren't gonna wanna
buy batteries from me...

if they think you're back in the freezer
hanging from a meat hook.

HANK: Am I wrong?
PEGGY: I don't know.

People do need batteries,
but this is happening so fast.

Will you think about it, Ma?

We could have a section for books.
Children"s books!

We wouldn't charge for them
as long as the kids brought them back.

That's a great idea, Peggy. Kids are people.

You see? You've come up with a whole
new customer base for our store.

Oh, well...

What the "H"! You know what? I'll do it.

I'll type my letter of resignation
to the Arlen school board right now.

I guess I had better write my letter, too.

"It is with regret..."

VELMA: it's Velma Throckmorton.

My hands froze to my walker,
and I had to thaw them in the microwave.

I need my propane.

"It is with deep regret..."

[Machine beeps]

HUGH: Mr. Hill, it's Hugh Jimmerson.
My heat's gone out.

I've tried wearing turtlenecks,
but they make me look French.

Where are your trucks?

"It is with very deep regret..."

[Machine beeps]

LETA: Mr. Hill, it's Leta Anderson.

All three kids got the croup,
and I'm clear out of propane.

It's cold. It's real cold.

PEGGY: All finished, Hank!

Okay.

Here it is. One resignation letter...

signed and self-notarized.

Hank?

HANK: "Peggy, went back to work.
Love, Hank Hill."

[Moaning]

Is that you, Hank? You come back
to dance on my grave?

No, sir, I don't feel much like dancing.

There's a town in crisis out there,
and they need propane.

It ain't gonna happen.

Vickers screwed everything up.
All our drivers quit.

A real propane man doesn't know
the word "quit."�

I don't know how they said it.

But them drivers ain't working
here no more.

You and me can't drive them
propane trucks...

because we don't have Hazmat licenses.

STRICKLAND: It's all over.
HANK: No, it ain't.

[Epic instrumental music]

You don't need any Hazmat license
to drive a tow truck.

[People cheering]

[Joyous instrumental music]

[Truck horn honking]

[Velma cheering]

[Hugh cheering]

[Gasps]

Saved your life.

[Hank laughing]

HANK: "Saved my life." Now I get it.

[Theme song playing]

PEGGY: Look at me, I'm a kitty!

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