All language subtitles for Good Morning Miss Bliss s01e07 Save the Last Dance For Me

Hey, Shana.

Hi, Mikey.

So, um, this is where your locker is.

This is where all the lockers are.

Do you still need help with math after
school?

That'd be great.

My dad tried to help me last night, but
he kept screaming that all the answers

in your book were wrong.

Well, why didn't you just ask Duncan for
help?

Duncan's a yo -yo. Besides, we broke up.

You broke up?

Well, see you later.

Yeah, bye.

All right! They broke up! Yes!

Riding on my chair, she won't know that
I'm there. If I can hand it in tomorrow,

it'll be all right.

It's all right, cause I'm saved by the
bell.

She's coming, she's coming.

JFK hasn't had a dance in six years.

Ever since Billy Pennington broke Kevin
Diamond's nose in a fight over Julie

Burnett, Kevin's mom settled out of
court for an apology and a nose job.

Miss Flint, we want... No, no, we
demand...

Well, we'd really appreciate an eighth
grade dance.

I'm sorry, Nikki. You know Mr. Belding's
rule?

No dances.

We don't even know what the dumb fight
was about. I heard it had something to

with Belding's daughter, the woodshop
teacher, and a clamp.

Back. Those are all rumors.

Mr. Bounty doesn't even have a daughter.

Then why did he let her go to the dance?

Miss Bliss, whatever went on at that
dance wasn't our fault. Yeah, we're

punished for something that happened
when we were eight years old.

Yeah, when I was eight years old, I was
grounded for waxing my dad's car with

our cat.

You know, fluffy still beads up when it
rains.

You know something, Nikki?

You're right.

You deserve that dance.

I'll talk to Mr. Belding. And
furthermore, I mean, dancing's a part of

social development. It's part of our
youth.

Nikki, you're the only person I know who
can't take yes for an answer.

Gary, I got a great idea.

Let's drive up to Bloomington for the
Indiana -Michigan game next weekend.

Oh, Tina, I'd love to, but I have the
Save the Whales dinner with Sherman.

Did you say Sherman?

No, I mumbled Sherman.

that you agreed to go with him again.

Last year, didn't he jump into this
aquarium to, and I quote, become one

Shamu?

Actually, it was kind of touching
watching them go through the hoop

Harry, he's a dork.

Tina, he's Sherman.

We worked together on this fundraiser
for the last four years. It's an

obligation.

I give up one Saturday night, and it's
over.

Well, think positively. Maybe he'll get
sick.

Dorks never get sick.

Attention all students.

The CPR program will not be held until a
replacement can be found for the late

Mr. Floyd.

So what can I do for you two?

We would like to reinstate the 8th grade
dance.

I'll pretend I didn't hear that.

I understand your past concern, but that
was then.

And this is now, which means, and I
quote, no.

But these are good kids. Really, they
deserve a dance.

Mr. Belding, remember your eighth grade
dance? The romance, the expectation, the

excitement? Of course I do.

I had a date with the girl of my dreams,
Carol Pachorek. What was she like?

She was tall and slender and beautiful
and popular.

When she said yes, I couldn't believe
it.

Neither could she. She changed her mind
and went with Buck Sinclair.

I'm going to teach now.

I hated Buck Sinclair.

I got even with him.

Last semester I suspended his kid.

Mr. Belding, I think it's very unfair
that these kids should be penalized for

something they had nothing to do with.

This seems very important to you.

It is. I believe in these kids.

Well, I'm not so sure about them, but I
do believe in you, so... Okay.

But the dance has to be next Saturday
because the cafeteria is booked through

spring. Next Saturday will be fine. And,
of course, you will be there to

chaperone this little soiree.

That's a problem.

Well, that was the fastest dance in
school history.

Hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I
did.

But I've got plans.

Let me put this simply.

If you don't chaperone, no one shakes
their boogies.

It's booty.

Guess what?

Jordan asked me to the dance.

Well, that's great. So who are you going
with?

I told you, Jordan.

Rule number one, never say yes to the
first guy who asks.

But if you like him, why not?

Because somebody better may come along.

Anybody ask you?

Yeah, Jeffrey, Bob, Stephen, that's all.
I got to school late.

That's no like Nelson hasn't asked you.

He asks you every week. I know. I've
been avoiding him all morning. He's the

only guy in school that makes Screech
look like Rob Lowe.

Thanks!

Mikey, what's the big secret?

It's about the dance.

look, I'm not going to teach you to
dance in the bathroom.

Hey, guys, open up in there.

Sorry, Screech, it's Occupado. Use the
bathroom on the second floor.

I don't know if I'm going to make it.

So what's up?

Well, I want to ask this girl to the
dance, but I don't want to blow it. I

your help.

Okay. First of all, girls like to be
called women.

Women. Right.

And second, when you're talking to them,
Look deep into their eyes.

Deep. And last, and most important, let
her know that you think she's awesome.

Okay, I got it.

Woman, you are awesome.

I can't do this. It isn't me.

Hey, it isn't anyone. But it works.

Hey, relax.

You remember Debbie Rinder's flummer
party?

Yeah, you let me stand on your shoulders
so I could climb that tree and peek at

the girls? Yeah, we ended up in the
wrong tree and watched Debbie's

soak her teeth.

See, Mikey, you weren't afraid to go
after a girl then, so don't be afraid

Hey, guys, the second floor bathroom's
out of order.

So try the one...

buildings, sir. What's going on in here?

We were just cleaning off the graffiti.

And you expect me to believe that?

It was about you.

Well, keep up the good work, boys.

Hi, Zach.

Hey, Shana.

How's it going?

Fine. Isn't it great about the dance?

Yeah. Are you going? I hope to. My mom
let me buy a new miniskirt.

Miniskirt?

Leather. Leather?

Mm -hmm. And the best part is, I don't
have to be home until 11 .30.

But the dance ends at 9.

What could you possibly do for two and a
half?

Would you like to go to the dance with
me?

Sure, I'd love to go with you.

Uh, would noon be too early to pick you
up?

Hey, Mikey.

believe it. I got a B+. My dad will
croak.

Great. I mean that you got a B +, not
that your dad might croak. And it's all

because of your help.

I still don't get how you understand
this stuff so easily.

You look awesome.

Is there something wrong with your eyes?

I'm trying to ask you if you want to go
to the dance with me.

Well, I'd love to. Really? But I already
have a date with Zach Morris.

Miss, I hate to tell you this, but we
have to have a meeting.

Another meeting? This is the fifth
meeting in two days. It's only an eighth

grade dance.

Tell that to Mr. Belding.

He's got a few more precautions.

Let me guess.

Number one, no fun.

Actually, that's number two.

Number one is no slow dancing.

Okay, Milo. Give me the rest to make
sure good times, no -nos.

Okay. No loud music, no sticky foods, no
low lights.

And he's still debating whether the
dance should be co -ed.

What kind of a party is this?

Not a good one.

Whatever gets going, it'll be boring.

Certainly not like my eighth grade
dance.

Best time I ever had.

We partied all night.

Oh, my. Mr.

Belding would never let that happen
here.

What he doesn't know won't hurt him.

So how many people have asked you to the
dance so far?

Three, two, three, four.

Ten and a half.

Half? I'm counting the no -nick as the
half.

You mean if he asked you, you'd actually
consider going? Are you kidding?

I'd rather go with Screech.

I think it's about time to have that
talk with Dad.

You know, I still can't believe Mr.
Belly won't let us have a band.

Look, Lisa, not having a band isn't the
end of the world.

We'll just play records.

Records? That's so low -tech.

Now, we have to find a DJ.

I think we need somebody who's funky.

Somebody with soul.

Hey, party animals!

This is the Prince of Pop, the soul of
soul, the king of crazy music. So get

ready to shake your keister, because I'm
the Screechster!

Screech, no.

Oh, I get it.

You two are afraid that if I DJ, I won't
be free to dance with you.

You got the job speech.

So, I guess because of the dance, you
got to cancel your date with Sherman,

Not exactly.

Well, I thought I was canceling. He
thought I was inviting.

Now, be here.

Why don't the whales get together and
have a save -the -Sherman dinner?

Hey, Mikey, look what I made. A weasel.

Pop goes the weasel. What'd you do that
for?

Does the name Shane ring a bell?

Yeah, so what? I'm taking her to the
dance.

Uh -oh.

Mikey, I had no idea. Don't even try to
con me. I'm not.

I didn't know. You never even told me
your name.

Great, then cancel.

You can't be serious.

I mean, this involves a great -looking
girl.

You know, you're nothing but a slimy,
backstabbing doofus. Hey, don't push me.

Hey, hey, you two, my classroom now.

I saw that. They pushed.

Pushing leads to shoving, shoving leads
to fighting, and then fighting leads to

lawsuits and nose jobs.

Just calm down.

It's really nothing.

I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding.

No, that's right.

There's gonna be a fight, hey, tonight.

There's gonna be a fight.

You have exactly ten seconds to tell me
what's going on.

Make that nine.

Well, Mr. Teen Idol kidnapped my date to
the dance.

It's not kidnapping when they go
willingly.

I think I get the picture. Best friends
fighting over a girl.

Sit down.

And that's pretty serious stuff.

But so is friendship.

What friendship?

What friendship?

Mikey, I'll bet there were a million
guys willing to dismantle their bike so

your go -kart could have wheels for the
soapbox derby.

It was your sister's bike. That's not
the point, Mikey.

It was your sister's bike.

No, it wasn't. She lost it to me in a
card game.

And Zach.

I'll bet there were a lot of guys just
lining up to help you with your English

paper last year.

Yeah, I wrote every word of that.

Oh, right. You still think Catcher in
the Rye is a baseball story.

Now, look, boys.

You can't let a girl come between you.

Your friendship's too important.

It can last a lifetime.

Think about what you'd be giving up.

I'm counting on you to settle this
peacefully.

Okay? If you bring Shana to the dance,
you're a dead man.

Which lucky guy did you choose to come
with? All of them.

All ten of them? Shh.

It's a secret. They don't know about
each other.

Hey, do you think Mikey's going to show?
I hope not. I've never seen him this

mad.

So, how's your evening with Sherman
going?

Well,

just imagine.

After this is over, you still get to go
to the dinner with him.

I hope he's better at catching the
tossed salad.

That was my personal favorite. Wanda and
the Winers with Vaporize My Love. But

now let's go to the flip side with Love
My Vaporize.

That was great. You're a really good
dancer, Zach.

Hey, I can't take all the credit. I was
just following your legs. I mean, your

lead. I'm thirsty. I'm going to go get
some punch. You want some? Sure, thanks.

Having a nice time?

Yeah, great.

Do you realize you threw away a lifelong
friendship for a red leather miniskirt?

I knew you'd understand.

No, I don't understand.

Zach, you stabbed your best friend in
the back.

Shana, why don't we go outside and get
some fresh air?

Did you hear that?

Stabbing. Whatever happened to spitball
fights?

Mr. Belding, I talked to Mikey and Zach.
There isn't going to be any fight.

Just relax.

Mingle.

Talk to Sherman.

talk to Sherman. Please don't make me do
it again.

Thank you. You're beautiful.

But now the streetster would like to
introduce you to our special guest DJ,

Music himself.

Thank you.

Hello, my children.

This is Mellow Man.

It's evening.

The moon is full and so is your heart.

It's time to show that special someone
just how you feel. So leave your by the

hand out to the dance floor and let Milo
take you home.

Take you home.

Mr. Belding, look at you.

You've been worried all night for
nothing.

Now the dance is almost over, you
haven't enjoyed a moment of it.

You know something, you're right.

Maybe I have been worried for nothing.

Maybe I should just relax a little and
boogie down.

I usually only get like this on New
Year's Eve.

I'm going to stop this right now.

Mr. Weldy, they're going to settle this
whether we're here or not, so isn't it

better that they do it when we are?

All right, but if they start fighting,
I'll take the little guy.

Zach, is there something going on I
don't know about?

You mean you didn't even tell her? Tell
me what?

I can't believe you did this to me. I
can.

Stay out of it, Nikki.

Stay out of what? You know, you always
get every... you want, Zach. Why is it

the one time I wanted something you had
to get it too?

It, in this case, means you.

Look, I like you both. I don't want you
guys fighting over me.

We're not.

It's between me and my ex -best friend.

You and me outside now.

Oh, I didn't know it was so intense.

Mikey, I'm not going outside with you.

Fine, we'll settle it right here.

I never thought I'd do anything to make
you this mad. Well, you have.

Then I was wrong, Mikey.

I'm sorry.

Go ahead.

Hit me.

I deserve it.

Please, don't stop being my friend.

That'll hurt a lot more.

Thank you.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't the three of us go over to
Cosmo's and get some pizza? Hey, that'll

great. Shana, would you mind if Mikey
took you home?

That'd be all right.

That's really nice, Zach, but what's the
catch?

I've got a 10 o 'clock curfew.

See?

I told you there was nothing to worry
about.

Traitor! Hit it!

Hey guys, it's me again, Zach.

And today we have another show from the
junior high days.

Screech and Lisa still look weird.

Anyways, nobody loves a practical joke
more than I do.

Especially when someone else is the
victim.

Well, Miss Bliss thought she was pretty
cool because nobody could ever prank

her. Unfortunately, it got out of hand
when we tried and Screech had to be put

on trial.

Now wait till you see Belding get it in
this one.

Oh, Zach.