All language subtitles for the_suite_life_on_deck_s02e27_mean_chicks

there, my friend.

So, uh, what's on the menu?

Apparently a seagull.

Does that come with a salad?

Hey, that little fella.

Want a grape?

I don't blame you. Here.

Have some fries.

Halt in the name of nature.

Feeding that bird human food is
dangerous to its delicate digestive

He's grateful. He's even calling my
name.

Cody. Cody.

Sounded more like dorky.

Dorky.

Boys, I would like to show you something
you have never seen before.

You on a date?

Better. I'm talking about this bouquet
of extremely rare centennial tulips.

only bloom once every hundred years.

Wow. You have achieved new levels of
lame -osity.

Get away, Bean!

Get away!

Get away!

My bouquet!

They won't bloom again for another
hundred years!

At least I still have you.

and watercress on spelt bread.

Your mouth says, ugh, but your large
intestine says, thank you for taking

of me. And your small intestine says, me
too.

Huh? Sorry, I couldn't hear you over
that loud outfit.

It's cheerful, and it happens to
complement my complexion.

You know what would complement your
complexion even more?

A paper bag over your head.

London, listen to yourself.

couldn't even be nice to me for one
week. Oh, you care to put your money

your overly toothy mouth is?

Sure. How about a million dollars?

I don't have a million dollars.

So you'll just be my maid until you work
it off. Okay, so minimum wage, 80 hours

a week, no vacations, apron rental.

You'll figure it out when you start
working for me.

So is it a bet, corn goblin?

You're on, diamond dunce. I'm about to
become a millionaire.

Ever think about shaving them knuckles?

We haven't started yet. Okay,
starting... Sparkly. London.

Sorry.

Starting now.

Hey, Cody, can I borrow a towel? I want
to act like I was at the gym. It

impresses the ladies.

What, are you going to stuff them in
your shirt and pretend you got pecs?

Gil, never mind.

Tension flow out of your body like
squirrel juice out of a squirrel that

by a snow cloud driven by another
squirrel.

Oh, what you doing?

I'm in the middle of a session.

I'm helping Mr. Mosby overcome one of
his fears.

Is it a fear of being alone in a room
with you? Because there's a group for

that.

No, this is a honey mask.

I'm using it to desensitize Mr. Mosby to
his fear. No, no, no. Don't say it. Own

your fear. Tell London what happened.

Ever since I got stung by that... You
know what.

Know what?

The letter between A and C.

I'm looking for Miss Totweiler. I hope
she's wearing that hideous headband.

Maybe I can help you with your insulting
people problem.

Oh, thanks.

Well, your breath smells, you're knock
-kneed, and your hair looks like a

sleeping gopher.

All true.

But I meant I could help you
therapeutically.

Maybe a little aversion therapy.

I don't know what that is, but...

Experience every time you insult
someone. First, I need to know what you

Your breath, your knees, your gopher
hair. Wait, haven't we gone over this?

I meant something that makes you
physically uncomfortable.

How do you feel about being tickled?

I hate it. It makes me feel out of
breath and I turn an ugly shade of red.

And bingo was his name -o.

This will give me a chance to try out my
latest therapeutic tool.

Uh -oh.

This is my tickle machine.

You wear it, and whenever I see you
having the urge to insult someone, I can

turn it on with this remote, like so.

See?

Is that really going to help me?

Oh, it helped me.

It completely cured me of my urge to
smell rabbits.

I'm down to one rabbit a day now.

See? I have no desire to smell again.

No way.

Mmm, sunflower seed.

I'm trying to catch that stupid bird
before he attacks again.

Dude, you're being ridiculous.

This bird is not out to get you.

Oh, yeah? When I came back from class,
my biology homework was shredded.

Big deal. So, well, it does that to all
my homework.

But the textbook was left open to this
page.

That's just a coincidence.

Oh, yeah?

Look how he scratched my face out of
this photograph.

Actually, I did that.

Will you take that off?

I need to reset it.

Dude, you're just being paranoid.

It's not paranoid if an evil, psychotic
devil bird is trying to peck out your

eyes and bring them back to its nest in
a charred tree on the banks of the River

Styx.

I want to say one last time before I go,
there is no evil bird stalking you.

Now,

London,

anytime I see you being mean to someone,
I simply press this button and tickle

the meanness right out of you.

had enough wax in your ear to start a
candle factory?

voice down. He might hear us.

years of therapy in 20 minutes.

No need to thank me.

Thank you?

I'd rather turn her nostrils upside down
so you'll drown when it rains.

We'll work on your anger issues later.

The point is, you are now ready to
converse with Bailey without insulting

and win your bet.

Are you sure?

I'd stake my professional reputation on
it.

Professional reputation?

Your diploma's handwritten on the back
of a Zippy Burger menu.

also won enough skee -ball tickets to
get this nifty ring.

Plus, it's a compass and a whistle.

London's been ignoring me, but the
second she sees me, the insults will

and I'll be rich.

So what are you going to buy first with
a million dollars?

A new tractor for my family.

Finally, we'll show those snooty
bucklers with their fancy schmancy

stupid horn. Sweet, sweet.

Corkers Jr.

Now that you mention it.

I think it's adorable.

You do?

Conversation? You record all of your
conversations?

I'll go pick out your maid's outfit.

Something terrible has happened.

You're telling me I'm being hunted by a
winged demon.

Well, if I lose this bet, I'll be an
indentured servant to a blinged demon.

What am I going to do?

Okay, first of all, let go of my
clavicle.

Second, in moments of crisis, it's
important to keep your head clear.

it down to me from my grandpappy
Scarecrow Bailey.

Don't you see the resemblance?

No.

I can't believe we're helping Cody try
and test this stupid bird.

Do you really think it's after him?

Ah, who cares?

All I know is that he's been too
preoccupied to do my homework.

And I can't afford to flunk wherever
grade I'm in.

Fight for debate.

Is the target still in the capture zone?

Yep. The birdie's still in his little
nest.

Roger that.

I'm going up.

Cody, why are you walking up the side of
the boat?

Why are you wearing a lacy shower cap?

Carry on.

I just see my idiot brother crawling up
the...

much, I'm gonna need a lot more
sprinkles.

Look, Marcus, I only have three days to
raise a million dollars.

You bite it, you bought it.

island just erupted, and that stupid
lava's everywhere.

I can't clean boiling magma.

What is that, a union thing?

London, isn't there anything else I can
do to pay off this bet?

Hmm, let's see.

Oh, I know. How about you let me insult
you again? I really miss that.

Okay. Okay, so a million dollars at a
dollar an insult is... A hundred

Nice try. It's a million insults.

Now you're good at math.

Ready. Your forehead is so big, think
you should show movies on it.

Wow, it almost looks as if it's painful
for you to insult me.

It is, but it's worth it.

Now you're being nice?

Well, it's a little late for that, huh?

That's not going to work.

No matter how incredibly cute that is.

And it really is.

Aw.

You're just a little lonely.

What are you looking for someone to play
with?

Hey.

They're a bunch of your birdie buddies.

Now you won't have to be so lonely.

You can finally be with others of your
own kind, like I was at chemistry camp.

Good talk.

Now go.

Be free, my friend.

Thanks for caring, Bailey.

Here's your friend.

Ah, London.

Actually being nice to Bailey.

Oh, right, your bet.

Actually, the bet's over.

London was genuinely being nice.

Huh, I guess I was.

Mr. Blanket broke me!

Or he helped you.

You've got to hand it to Mr. Blanket.
Might be a little bit nutty, but he does

know how to help you.