All language subtitles for punky_brewster_s04e12_dear_diary

Maybe the world is blind or just a
little unkind.

Don't know.

Seems you can't be sure of anything
anymore.

Although.

Today, I went to school, came home, had
meatloaf.

The meatloaf had onion, celery, green
peppers, and little red things in it.

As you can tell, my life is even more
boring than my meatloaf.

Touching up on the whole week, Cherry?

No, this is just today's entry.

The gravy on my meatloaf was really
exciting.

No, it wasn't. It was brown.

I'm trying to concentrate.

I'm sorry.

Sure, you've been writing forever.
You're going to get finger fatigue and

drain.

Well, it's better than motor mouth.

Now, please, I've only written eight
pieces. Page of single space.

That's seven and a half pages more than
I've written.

Stop trying to read my diary.

I'll be glad to as soon as you tell me
what you're writing.

Can't tell you. It's personal.

So?

You've told me personal things before.

That was before.

This is now. Now's different than
before.

That's why they're separate words.

I definitely saw the name Jimmy in
there. Are you writing about my Jimmy?

not your Jimmy. You know I like him, and
that it's almost nearly certain that he

likes me.

What did you write about him?

Hunky, reading other people's diaries is
a federal offense.

You want me to call the FBI?

Look!

And when Jimmy asked me about Punky, I
had to tell him that... Give me Jack.

You had to tell Jimmy what?

It's none of your business.

It is to my business. It's about me and
Jimmy.

It's my diary.

Yeah, but it's my life.

Yeah, but it's my handwriting.

Come on. I'll let you read my diary.

All nine volumes.

Illustrated.

Yeah, with thick pictures of Brandon.

Give up, Punky. I'm going to sleep.

sleep. Bye.

Bye.

Good night.

Good night.

We're simply running out of closet
space, Brandon.

But the problem is, the older I get, the
harder it is to part with the treasures

I've accumulated.

Ah, memories.

A precious baggage that mortal man doth
carry ever.

I think Shakespeare said that.

Oh,

it was Joan Rivers?

Look, Brandon, I started my hat
collection with this.

What do you think?

Well, I like it.

You have... no sentiment.

I'm going to get more of my hat.

Henry?

You're right with you. Grab a seat.

If I can find one.

These things are impossible to play.

Brandon, those lessons paid off.

Henry, I don't have all day.

I got a two -for -one sale on at the
hardware store. You want to go?

You're cheap.

I can't. I'm busy right now.

Hi,

Henry. New summer outfit?

It's part of all the memorabilia that
I'm considering getting rid of.

You're actually throwing away all your
junk? Oh, some of it. But my hats mean

much to me.

I got this one on my first tour of duty
as merchant seaman in Zanzibar.

Oh, Lord.

And I got this tam -o -shanter when my
ship sailed to Scotland.

Oh, Lord.

Oh, Lord.

That's right, I got this yarmulke in
Jerusalem.

Shalom, baby.

Henry, get rid of them. They're just
taking up valuable space.

Only a pack rat would save old hats,
swizzled dicks, and this monstrosity.

Monstrosity? I'll have you know this is
an original Xinjiang Yangqing oil lamp

made of Kaopu bamboo.

Well, it's about time you got up.

Are you feeling okay?

Yeah, I just had a little trouble
getting to sleep last night.

Where's Sherry? She went upstairs to
finish writing something in her diary.

Really? You wouldn't happen to know what
she's writing about, would you?

No, I have no idea.

Of course, you do have a right to know.
I mean, you are her grandmother, and she

is under 18.

True, but a diary is personal and
private.

You really believe that?

No. But Jerry won't let me read it
either.

So, Punky, what are your plans today?

Jerry and I are going to meet Margot at
the mall.

And then?

And then we'll, like, hang out.

Oh, I see.

Betty, how would you like to have a cup
of coffee and, like, hang out?

Sounds good to me.

In fact, I'll give you a couple of
donuts, and then you'll really hang out.

Ready to go to the mall?

Yep. Here's your stuff.

Thank you.

So, should we walk or take the bus?

Doesn't matter to me.

Doesn't matter to me either.

Jimmy, are you mad about last night?

Well, you really shouldn't have tried to
read my diary.

I know.

I just thought Jimmy's name and went
crazy.

Okay. I understand.

So, I promise.

I won't try to read your diary anymore.

All right.

Unless you want me to check your
spelling.

Forget it.

Fine. Fine. I'll just go say goodbye to
my grandma.

I can't help it. It's about Jimmy.

She'd want me to know what it says.

You're not bringing all that stuff with
you, are you?

No, I'm going to take it up to my place.
That way you wouldn't be tempted to

sneak another look at my diary.

Cherry, I told you I'm over that. I'm
glad.

Be right down.

I'll just put the diary in the key box
for safekeeping.

Don't you dare bark a word of this to
anyone.

Henry, this stuff is junk. Get rid of
it.

Maybe you're right. I know I am. And
stop with that stupid grass skirt.

This? If you don't, I'll take a weed
whacker, too.

Henry, ask yourself, do you own this
stuff or does it own you?

All right, all right. I am being
obsessive.

I'll get rid of both boxes.

And don't forget this.

What? My genuine Ching Yang Yang Ching
made of cow poo bamboo?

Learn to let go, Warnemot.

Come on.

Okay.

Oh, I know how you feel, boy. It's like
losing an old friend.

But trust me.

Once all this stuff is gone, nobody will
ever miss it.

I've got to read Sherry's diary before
she gets back.

That's untrustworthy and despicable.

You're in it, too.

Quick, where is it?

Hi, girls.

Where's Sherry? We split up at the mall.
She's going to meet us here in a little

while. Where are the boxes?

I finally convinced this old pack rat
about what all that junk he was

collecting. All of it?

Both boxes?

I hate to admit it, but she was right.

Out with the old, in with the new.

Out? You threw...

The key box?

Everything.

May it rest in peace in the dumpster.
Isn't it great?

Mom,

we've got to hurry up. Harry will be
back at four.

Come on, Fallon.

You can't possibly be talking to me.

You're the only other one here.

I am not one of the little rascals.

You said all I had to do was be the
lookout.

And that's all I intend to do.

Whatever you say.

cube.

You tricked me, Brewster.

Margo, if I don't get Sherry's diary
back, she's gonna kill me. And let's

it, you can't afford to lose any
friends.

There's a point.

Help me throw through the stuff.

Pretend it's a scavenger hunt.

What's that noise?

It's probably just a passing truck.

We're incoming garbage.

This is it.

Hands down, this is the most disgusting
situation you've ever dragged me into.

Margo, I'm sorry, but... I remember the
time you forced me to hijack a pig.

And the time I was covered in a rash
from buying your beauty products.

But this?

Disgusting caper!

Look, Marvel, I feel...

trash. How do you know that?

Here's his mail.

Poor guy.

And they said he's a confirmed bachelor,
so he's lonely a lot of the time.

Not all of the time.

Okay, let's find that diary.

We haven't got much time.

Let her be good.

And when Jimmy asks me about Punky, I
had to tell him that she's two -faced

snobby. Ooh, this is good.

She's also boring, dumb, and the worst
dresser in Chicago.

She's got you nailed there.

I can't believe this. She's supposed to
be my best friend.

She doesn't... leave much for your
enemies to say about you.

No wonder she didn't want to show it to
me.

I'm going upstairs and give her a piece
of my mind.

You go ahead. I'm going to go home and
get steam cleaned.

Come on!

Don't try to change the subject. You,
you, you, you, you, you.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about this.

A banana peel?

No, no.

I mean this.

My diary.

How'd you get that?

Doesn't matter how I got it. It's what's
in it that bothers me. That's really

low, Punky. Some best...

To me about Punky, I had to tell him
that she's two -faced and snobby. Punky,

you... Or would a best friend write
this?

She's also boring, dumb, and the worst
dresser in Chicago.

Punky, you... Or would a best friend
write this?

And worst of all, you're incredibly
nosy, and that's how I know you're

this right now.

Huh?

Keep reading.

And since I knew you wouldn't leave it
alone... I made this fake diary to teach

you a lesson.

Boy, is my face red.

Yeah. What is it? Spaghetti sauce?

Do you want to read the real diary?

No, I shouldn't really.

Hey, suit yourself.

Put a few in there.

And when Jimmy asked me about Punky, I
told him that, one, she's much too good

for you.

And two, she's the best possible friend
anyone could have.

And three, she's loyal.

And four, she's trustworthy.

And... Gee, Cherry, this is so good,
it's embarrassing.

I'm a 10!

Actually, you're a 23.

You're continued on the next page.

I'm sorry, Cherry.

I've learned my lesson.

I'll never let my curiosity turn me into
a monster again.

Good, Tonkinstein.

There's one thing I don't understand.

It was so good all along.

Why didn't you want me to read it?

Well, you know, writing all that gushy
stuff, it was embarrassing.

You're the best.

Tonkin? What?

You're getting spaghetti sauce in my
ear.

Hello, girl.

I keep what's happened to you. You look
like you've been in the dumpster.

It's a long story.

Come in.

Hi, everyone.

Come on, Jerry. Let's get cleaned up for
dinner.

My ching -yang -yang ching -lam.

Not anymore.

Now it's my ching -yang -wa -wa -bing
-bing -lam.

What do you mean?

Oh, you threw it away.

I just happened to find it in the
dumpster.

Now it's Betty's lamp.

You viper. You talked me into throwing
it away.

You schnook. You fell for it.

I've been having my eye on this beauty
for years.