All language subtitles for Boy Meets World s06e09 Poetic License An Ode to Holden Caulfield.eng

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

Now, this next poem
is quite special.

The manner in which the poet expresses
emotions is truly eloquent.

The piece is entitled, "An Unpublished
Manuscript for J.D. Salinger."

(WHISPERS) Nappy time.

"It is possible
to assassinate my heroes

"With the scope
of my individualism

"However, by their own
persistence to themselves

"I believe that they have
chosen me to pursue a self

"What is literature, but the illumination
of that which I would write?

"Salinger speaks
through me, to me

"Whispers, 'Where to,
little boy?'

"My answer is
the dogged pen to page

"Which lights consistently
the pathway home

"It is on that road
that I alone

"Can trip my way
back to myself"

Aw, come on!

Would you care to analyze
this poem, Mr. Matthews?

Yeah, I'll take a stab.

Stab away.

Ya call that poetry? Feh!

And all right already with
this J.D. Salinger thing.

I mean, hello! Name-dropping?

And haven't we had just about
enough of Catcher in the Rye?

I mean,
what's he written lately?

Am I right?

Well, on that note, we will have to
pick this up at our next session.

Cory, you're nuts.

That poem was so incredible.

It was beautiful.

I can't believe someone
our own age wrote that.

Someone like Mr. Hunter?

What?

Yeah, I wrote that poem.

I knew it.

I liked it.

Do you have any more poems?

I wouldn't really
call them poems.

I just write stuff down. I've been
doing it since I can remember.

I can't believe
you never told me.

I can't believe
you never told me.

I never told anyone, okay? I just do
it for myself, get my feelings out.

Shawn, I host
poetry readings

at the student union
Friday evenings.

If you would feel comfortable
sharing some of your...

I don't know,
Mr. Feeny. It's...

That sounds
awesome. (LAUGHS)

Perhaps I could read
some of my poems, too.

You have poems?

Well, I wouldn't
call them poems. I just...

I just sort of
write stuff down.

I can't wait.

All right!
See you Friday night.

My poems are money
because they're so funny.

Well, have fun. All right.

Hey, Shawn.

Shawn. Shawn. Listen, come on.
Don't just blow this off.

Cor, enough
with the pressure.

No. I know you. If I don't
pressure you, you're gonna flake.

Hey, Cory, if Shawn doesn't
wanna read his poems,

then I think we
should respect that.

No. Because Shawn never wants
to do what's best for him.

Come on, Cory,
leave him alone.

Shawn, just come
with us, okay?

If you wanna read poems, you will,
and if you don't, you won't.

Will it shut you up?

Will ya come?
Fine.

He's gonna write a poem in
his dorm and not his hoem.

Hey. (LAUGHS) All right!

This is so easy.

(CRUNCHING LOUDLY)

(CLICKING)

Enough with the hair!

What?

You heard me.

She couldn't hear anything
over that pen.

Click, click. Click, click,
click, click, click, click.

I don't need you
to defend me, apple boy.

Crunch. Crunch, crunch,
crunch, crunch.

(BOTH IMITATING EACH OTHER)

Shut up! Shut up.

Crunch.

Look, I know these finals
are worth 90% of our grades,

but it doesn't mean that we have
to behave as wild animals do.

Talk. Talk, talk, talk,
talk, talk, talk, talk.

Would you shut up
and let me study?

ALL: Fine.

Great! That's great. That's terrific.
Shut up.

Great.

Oh, that's it!

I'm going to the library. You people
are so uptight, I can't even think.

You know how hard that is
for me in the first place.

Yes, we do.

Finally. Now maybe we can
get some studying done.

Finally.

I don't know
where the library is.

Ah, this is better.

(ALL SHUSHING)

Sorry.

You don't sound sorry.
You sound loud.

(ALL SHUSHING)

Thanks. Now
they hate me, too.

Shut up.

You shut up.
And you shut up.

Everybody, shut up!

Ooh, I hate college!

Pressure. Pressure.
It's killing me.

(SCREAMS)

What's the matter with him?
(LAUGHS)

How would you like to have a
book shoved down your throat?

Hey, wait a second.
He's a friend of mine.

You want a piece of me?

(SCREAMS)

Come back here,
you little twerp.

I don't like your face.

I don't like your pants.

Shut up!

What's wrong
with my pants?

They're just too tight.

(ALL CLAMORING)

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

What is happening here?

I'm about to beat the crap
out of the troll.

Look what we're doing
to ourselves.

I mean, these finals
are turning us into monsters.

STUDENT: So what do we do?

That's a good question.

I'd like everybody
to take off their left shoe

and make a pile right here in the
middle of the room right now.

What're you thinking about
right now?

My foot's cold.
Exactly.

You're not thinking
about the you-know-what.

What?
ERIC: Can't say it.

Look, we all know
how important

these you-know-whats
are to our futures,

not only here at Pennbrook,
but for the rest of our lives.

But the only way we're gonna
do well is if we relax.

You know,
we calm down a little bit.

We stop biting each other's
heads off, and who knows?

Maybe we can even have
a little bit of fun, huh?

That's what I call the Eric
Matthews foolproof study system.

Hello, I'm Eric Matthews.

First things first. Rachel, I want
you to shake hands with the troll.

Then I want everybody to come
down here and grab a shoe.

You will find
who owns that shoe

and take 'em to the movies.

Come on, go.

(GRUNTS)

Eww. There's gum
all over this one.

Do you like popcorn? Do I.

Crunch during the movie, I'll
push your nose into your brain.

(BONGOS PLAYING)

All day long,
I think of you

How do you do
the things you do?

I love you, girl,
with all my heart

Because you're pretty

And you're smart

Topanga!

It's a tough room.

The final poet for this evening
will be Mr. Shawn Hunter.

I can't believe you. When are you ever
gonna learn to stay out of my business?

Mr. Hunter?

Come on.
We're all here for you.

(CLEARS THROAT)

You don't know it,
but sometimes...

You don't know it,
but sometimes, I...

I'm sorry. I can't.

It's okay, everybody.
It's okay.

Huh? Cory's here.
Just a touch of stage fright.

You know, his poems are
even better than mine, huh?

All right, I'll just, uh, read
the one that he was gonna read.

This one's called
"Top of the World."

"You don't know it,
but sometimes I go to a hill

"That overlooks the landscape's
mask of city lights

"For a sip
of momentary grace

"On this brink
of everything I know

"I can gain an eyeful of the
lost Atlantis in the human soul

"And a breath that fills my lungs
with the air between two stars

"If you were now to capture
the image of this elation

"In the framework
of your mind

"Or find transcendence
through these words

"Then, at most,
you would know nothing

"Of the beauty your existence
throws to me

"For mine is a love
no experience

"No measure, no words

"Could ever degrade into
reality by virtue of degree"

I don't understand.

(WHISPERS) Come with me.

Shawn.

Okay...

How do I put this?

Who do you think you are?

Oh, that's a silly question,
Shawn, I'm your best...

No, no, no, no, no.
No jokes. No backpedaling.

Look into my eyes, Cory.
I am dead serious.

We have a problem here. All right.
Shawn, I'm sorry.

No, no, no. That's not what I want to hear.
Not this time.

I want to hear
that you were wrong,

that I asked you to back off, and you
wouldn't take "no" for an answer,

that you totally disregarded
my feelings.

You went way too far this time, Cory.
All right, all right.

I did that.
Okay, but I...

Oh, oh, there better...
There better not be a "But."

I did this
for your own good.

(SCOFFS)

You have no idea what my
poetry is about, do you?

That poem that Feeny
read in class,

do you even know
what that was about?

Nothing.

Cory,

I can't say certain things,

so I write them down.

That's how I get them out.

Now, I do that for me,
not for anyone else.

I heard the poem, Shawn.

You heard it, but you
didn't listen to it.

That poem you just read... Do you
even know who that was about?

Me.

It's about Angela.

I wrote that for her.

Well...

Angela, wait.

Thank you.

I don't know what to say.

Well, that's a first.

Listen, I'm sorry
I read Shawn's poem.

And... No.

I'm not sorry I read Shawn's poem.
I mean... (STAMMERS)

Don't you see that he would
love to tell you how he feels?

Then he should tell me.

Angela, he's writing
poems for you.

I mean, he obviously
is still in love with you,

and I know you still
love him.

Remember? You told me. We were in the
bathroom, and you were in a towel...

...and we hugged.
I remember.

Maybe I do still have
feelings for Shawn.

Okay, but that doesn't mean
we should be together.

I'm finally okay.
I've started to move on.

(SCOFFS) Then what was
the slap about?

How can he still have feelings for
me and not want to be with me?

I don't know.

You know,
he broke up with me.

He's the one that wanted
to meet new people.

If he can't tell me how he feels
about me, then what are we?

Well, it's not my nature
to interfere,

but...

(STAMMERS) I mean,
I don't know. Maybe

his poetry is the only true way
that he can tell you how he feels.

You know?
So meet him halfway.

Tell him how you feel.

Shawn...
Angela...

Go ahead.

You sure? You're not gonna
hit me again, are you?

I'm sorry I did that.

No, it's cool.
I probably deserved it.

You're probably right.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Look, I've been going over these
words in my head over and over again

'cause I want to say
this right.

Oh, just...
Just take your time.

We used to talk. I mean, really talk.
I miss that.

I miss it, too.

Things just got weird.
I mean, I got weird.

But I don't want us
to ever stop talking.

I couldn't stand that.

Oh, neither could I.

And when I heard that poem...

Yeah, the poem. That's what I
wanted to talk to you about.

I wrote that
a long time ago.

(LAUGHS) You did?

Yeah, like way before
we broke up.

So you don't have
to feel weird.

(STAMMERS) And, you know...
Everything's okay.

Oh, well, great.

Because, um, it would've
really been awkward

knowing that you still
had feelings for me.

You know, when I've
clearly moved on.

Right.

So I guess
we've both moved on.

Yeah.

We can just
go forward as friends.

Good friends.

Hey, are we ever gonna
see you two apart?

BOTH: Not if we can help it.

Hey, everybody!

When's the next test, huh?
Hey, who cares?

(CHEERING)

Listen, man, I thought I'd be
the last person to say this,

but, uh, hey, thanks
for letting us all know

we just had to mellow out. Hmm.

By the way, what's the success
rate of this system of yours?

System? What system?

The Eric Matthews
foolproof study system.

Oh, dude!
Totally made that up.

(ALL PROTEST)
You totally did what?

Oh, no, no, I know, I know.
Stop grumbling.

Now, I know you guys are all interested
to see if this is gonna work,

and you know what?
So am I.

So are you?
You don't understand...

(ALL CLAMORING)

Okay, what has he done now?

He talked us into this
idiotic study system of his.

Oh, interesting. Hmm.

Ladies and gentlemen,
your grades.

(ALL CHEERING)

I can't see!

Audrey, you got an "A!"
So did I!

(BOTH YELLING EXCITEDLY)

ALL: (CHANTING)
Eric! Eric! Eric!

Feeny! Feeny!

Hang with me, hmm?

Well, I did nothing wrong.

Is it a crime to take off your left shoe
and take your friend to the cinema?

Take off your left shoe?

Oh, not now, Feeny, come on.

No... Just, you know, everybody
was so uptight about the finals,

I just, you know,
tried to relax them a bit.

Oh, I see. Congratulations. I'm
impressed with your insight.

A recent university
study showed

that nonstop focusing
on one's studies

hindered performance.

So it's a good idea to put down
the books and clear one's mind.

Yeah.

After one has studied thoroughly
and absorbed the material.

Yeah.

You forgot that part,
didn't you?

Yeah. Yeah.

I didn't do so good,
did I?

Yeah.

(LAUGHS)

D'oh!
I told you.

Hey. They're not here yet.

You're kidding me!
We're gonna miss the movie.

I know.

So, uh, is everything okay
with you and Angela?

Yeah, we talked it out.

I told her that I wrote the poem before
we broke up, and everything's okay.

Good.

Hey, wait. Shawn, is that the
book you wrote the poem in?

Mmm-hmm.

Isn't that the book that I
gave you for your birthday?

What's your point?

Well, my point is that you and Angela
broke up before your birthday.

You couldn't have written
that poem two months ago.

Shawn.

Okay. Okay. You got me.

I wrote it
after we broke up.

How long after?
Not long after.

How long after? I wrote
it two weeks ago.

Oh, Shawn,
you still do love Angela!

Okay, let's keep it down.
Let's keep it down.

I can't get her out
of my mind, you know?

I miss her.

I miss how she made me feel.

I miss the fact that
I could tell her things

that no one else understands,
not even Cory.

Well, then tell her that, Shawn.
I can't tell her that.

Why not? Because I told her
that I needed my space.

I told her that I wanted to
meet new people. I did this.

Well, if you two love each
other, you should be together.

Maybe if Angela knew how you felt...
No, it's too late.

Angela's not in love
with me anymore.

She told me she's over me and
she just wants to be friends.

CORY: Hey!

Listen, are you okay
with us all going out?

I mean, I hope I didn't
mess everything up for you.

I'm okay.

You mean well.
You always mean well.

You know I didn't tell Shawn
about how you feel, right?

I know.

I want you to promise me, promise me
you're not gonna tell anyone, even Cory.

Okay.
I mean that.

Pinky swear.

I swear.

Hey, what do you swear?

I swear that I'm going to kill
you if we miss this movie.

What took you guys
so long?

Just tying up some loose ends.
Right, Cor?

Yeah. (STAMMERS)
Hey, we better get going

if we don't wanna
miss this movie.

Are we okay?

You're my date,
aren't you?

My next poem is called
"Frustration."

(BONGOS PLAYING)

Come on, Topanga!

I call this next poem "Feeny."

Mr. Feeny is
very smart

On many subjects,
including art

And yet he can't help me
with my frustration

Come on, Topanga!

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