All language subtitles for good_morning_miss_bliss_s01e04_leaping_to_conclusions

Today we're going to discuss the Civil
War.

Miss Bliss, you said we were going to
see a movie.

You're right. I did promise you a movie.

However, when the film arrived, it was
in less than satisfactory condition.

Gee, that's too bad, Miss Bliss.

Now we can't study the Civil War.

And if we can't study it, why even be
here?

Park it, Zack.

You know I always have a plan B.

Now, the Civil War was different.

Not only was this country torn in half,
states and even families were divided.

Father against son, brother against
brother, and in some cases, even mother

against daughter.

Big deal. Sounds like an ordinary
weekend at my house.

I'll show you on this map exactly how
the states split.

And somewhere is the North.

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.

It's true what they say about history.
It really is a mirror to the future, and

like clockwork, always repeats itself.

Every year we ask Mr. Belding for more
supplies.

And every year, he gives us the same
answer.

No, no, no, definitely no. The budget's
been gutted. Now, you just have to make

do. But my art students need acrylic
paint.

Miss Palladino, did Rembrandt use
acrylic paint? Did Van Gogh?

Renoir? No.

They may do with what they had, and so
can you. But I have nothing.

Well, work with it.

Please, Mr. Belding, just read my list.

A globe, set of encyclopedias, VCR, a
field trip.

A field trip?

Yeah. I want to take my students to the
statehouse to see our government in

action. I want to make American history
come alive.

Leave it alone.

History's much better when it's left in
the past.

Care for a requisition form?

I've been filling out forms for years.
Nothing ever comes from me. Now, as I

recall, you received a very nice slide
projector three years ago.

I did, and I appreciate it.

There's a slide of you and Mrs. Belding
at Club Med jammed in it.

My students were very impressed. You
could limbo.

No, I'm sorry. My hands are tied.

I leave you with one word.

Requisition form.

That's your word.

Miss Bliss, your mail.

Trump Hill Academy? They got two of our
teachers last year.

Well, they are not going to get Miss
Bliss.

Good morning.

Do any of you future scientists of
America know what day tomorrow is?

Tuesday.

Tomorrow is dissection day.

All right. I've been waiting for this
day all my life. Yeah, it's... Party

We're going to slice those frogs to
shreds.

Class, meet your specimens.

Please. You better not. Oh, my gosh.
They're alive.

Only temporarily, my dear.

Sus, lighten up, Mickey.

They're only frogs.

If it makes you feel better, we'll give
them a last meal.

Screech, let me have your flies.

No way. You're not getting my flies.

Now.

Third thing tomorrow, we'll expose the
heart, the lungs, and the kidneys.

Once we expose them, we'll remove them
and have some real hands -on experience.

Any questions?

Um, does everybody have to do this
assignment?

Why on earth would anyone not want to
participate?

A word to the wise.

White. is not a good color to wear
tomorrow.

So, Morton, have you filled out your
requisition forms for the year yet? Yes,

have. It's like pulling teeth with the
front office.

I rather enjoy it.

I don't. My students are always getting
shortchanged.

Oh, Miss Bliss.

Mr. Belving, is that you?

Surprise. I give you the world.

What's the catch?

There's no catch.

A previous requisition of yours was
filled, I told you. Trust in the system.

Mr. Belding, have you had any luck
acquiring my lightning rods?

Sorry, Morton, the school board turned
you down again.

They don't believe reanimation of dead
tissue should be an eighth -grade

activity.

Fools.

Miss Cliff, I want you to know that I am
in your corner. Your fight is my fight,

and your need is my need.

He was sincere.

He was generous.

He was up to something.

Lisa, we need your opinion on the best
way to approach a woman. And since

almost one of them, you'll do.

Thanks.

I think the first thing you tell them is
that you have a lot of money.

That's a good start. No, no, no.

You open your heart and you tell them
with sincerity the biggest lie you can

think of. That'll work.

If it's the right lie.

You want my opinion?

No.

Sign this.

Sign what?

Down with Frogicide?

What is this?

It's my petition to stop the senseless
killing of frogs in Science Park.

Senseless? Oh, I suppose it's okay to
raise defenseless little frogs for

slaughter. Well, why else would you
raise them? To give people warts?

You don't think frogs have feelings?

What about...

You toad. You're talking puppets. I'm
talking Mother Nature. I just think

afraid of losing your lunch in the
science lab.

We're throwing our whole ecological
system out of whack by taking thousands

frogs out of the environment and putting
them in the classroom.

I thought I could count on you guys.

You can.

We hear you. Look, if you want to cut
class, we'll cover for you. Won't we,

guys? Sure, we'll lie for you.

Yeah, see?

Those are disgusting.

I'm going to go see if Miss Bliss will
help me.

Nicky, wait!

Uh, can I have your frog?

Mr. Morton, I... Shh!

This is the crucial time.

What can I do for you, Miss Bliss?

I want to talk to you about one of your
students, Nikki Coleman. Nikki, bright

girl. Yes, she is.

She's also very upset about dissecting a
frog tomorrow.

She'll get over it. She has a very
scientific mind.

She also has a very concerned heart and
an even deeper conscience.

My dear Miss Bliss, every year I have a
student who doesn't want to open up a

frog.

slimy. They're itchy.

They remind them of their Uncle Fred.

I've heard them all.

It's not so much the dissecting that
bothers Mickey.

It's the killing of an innocent living
creature.

Miss Bliss, I am not the heartless soul
you must think I am. Oh, I... Let me

finish, please.

When I was a young man and my first
science teacher brought out a cold, dead

frog,

Don't you think I had many of those same
fears and concerns as Nicky?

No, I don't.

You're right.

I couldn't wait to split it open and
view firsthand the wonders of life.

Mr. Martin, I really do respect your
enthusiastic approach to science, but

is it absolutely necessary for Nicky to
participate?

If she wants to pass this class, it is.

Well, what did he say?

He won't excuse you.

I'm not going to do it.

Nicky, tomorrow's assignment is part of
your science requirement. If you don't

do it, you could fail the class.

I will not participate in any animal
experiments.

Even for the grade.

Miss Bliss, what would you do if you
were me?

I would weigh the facts carefully and
think long and hard before I came to any

conclusions.

And then what?

Then I would listen to my conscience and
do what my heart said was right.

Thanks, Miss Bliss.

You always know the right thing to do.

Just exactly what do you mean when you
say, explain the significance of the

Louisiana Purchase?

I mean, explain the significance of the
Louisiana Purchase.

Thanks for clearing that up for me.

Miss Bliss, report to the principal's
office immediately.

Miss Bliss, are you in trouble?

I don't think so.

Well, gee, I guess this means we can't
take our test.

Oh, yes, we can.

I'm putting you all on the auto pit.

And, Zach, you're in charge.

Me? You can't do this, Miss Bliss. I
don't even trust myself.

Exactly. That's why I chose you. So come
and sit at my desk, and I'll be back as

quick as I can.

What's the answer to number one?

Hey, hey, let's keep our roving eyes on
our own paper.

Mr. Michael Gonzalez.

I hope it's a perfume you can't resist,
Samuel.

Lighten up, Zach.

Mikey, talking.

Didn't we learn about you last week,
Benedict Arnold?

Lisa, name calling.

on your permanent record.

Mickey, what happened? You all right?

I caught her down by the football field
just after she released tomorrow's

specimens. Miss Bliss, it was beautiful.

I freed the frogs, just like you said.
Mickey, I never said anything about

freeing the frogs. But you said, follow
my conscience.

And my conscience said, free the frogs.

Miss Bliss, I am shocked.

and dismayed that you were a party to
this nefarious incident.

I was not.

Of course she wasn't. You weren't, were
you? No.

Nevertheless, now my teaching is
disrupted and my class will be unable to

perform tomorrow's planned dissection.

Victory, Miss Bliss!

Mr. Belding, this is an outrage.

For every action, there must be an equal
and opposite reaction.

What is the punishment?

Mickey?

That wasn't nice.

Satisfied?

Satisfied? A crime worthy of capital
punishment cannot be assuaged by a

that wasn't nice.

You're right.

Nicky, don't do it again.

If I wasn't too hard on her. By the way,
how's the globe?

Cretan.

You were very lucky, Nicky. I tried to
make a statement and nobody even cares.

My life is over.

Again? What did you do this time?

Last week, Belding said we could take a
field trip to the ballet.

Now he wants us to listen to it on the
radio.

Where do you want the VCR?

I don't know. I never expected to get
one.

Can Mr. Belding approve this?

Absolutely. And the entire set of
American War.

They have one of Little Bighorn.

There's even a post -game interview with
General Custard.

Just kidding.

Well, gee, Carrie, if I read Swan Lake
with my own money, do you think maybe I

could borrow your player?

Oh, stop it, Tina.

What do you have on Belding revealing
photos?

Tina. Something is going on, and I
intend to get to the bottom of it, and I

not, repeat not, accept any more special
treatment.

Here's a set of encyclopedias you've
been waiting for.

Starting tomorrow.

Well, look who's here, our lady of the
lily pad.

You know, I was really counting on
slicing and dicing those little green

today. You'll live, and now so will the
frogs.

You know, at lunch I couldn't help but
noticing you take... Taking your knife

and splitting your broccoli.

Juices ran everywhere.

That was disgusting.

You know, lettuce is a living thing,
too.

Why don't you just break into the
cafeteria and free the salad?

Whose side are you on, Spritch?

Well, on one hand, there's your
friendship to consider.

And on the other hand, there's the feel
of a nice, cold pancreas against your

skin.

I'm sorry, Nicky.

Doesn't anybody care about frogs?

No.

Lisa, did you really want to dissect a
frog?

No, I'd rather work on my cuticles.

And you're not mad at me for letting the
frogs go?

No way.

And when Mr. Morton tells you to dissect
a frog or fail the course, what are you

going to say?

Pass the scale.

Hello, Miss Bliss.

Nikki, you're right on time. Come on in.

I thought life was supposed to be simple
when you're 14.

Everybody's blaming me for letting the
frogs go.

Well, obviously not everybody wanted you
to do it.

The others have their rights, too.

Didn't Mr. Morton discuss with you some
of the scientific breakthroughs that

have started with animal dissection?

Well, sure.

But we're not doing heart or brain
research.

Mikey wants to dissect a frog to find
out how far he can dropkick a kidney.

I... Mikey really wants to do that?

You agree with me, don't you, Miss
Bliss?

Nikki, I can't agree with what you've
done.

But I do think there should be
alternatives to dissection.

Right. And I think I may have found one.

I called a friend of mine at the
university.

And he told me about this computer
program that simulates a frog's anatomy.

Great. Now, all the kids can work on a
computer instead of a frog.

Well, not all the kids.

Only the ones who feel like you and I
do.

But the other kids don't have a choice.

I let all the froggies go.

Nicky, unfortunately, Mr. Morton just
got a fresh delivery.

Probably from frogs or us.

Ah, Mr. Belding.

Are you all right?

You haven't seemed like yourself lately.

Nonsense. Of course I'm myself.

Oh, well, can you tell me then, why is
it that every other teacher in the

is begging for supplies and I get the
entire contents of Neiman Marcus'

Because you're special, Miss Blitz.
Never forget that. And...

Why did you let Nikki off with just a
mild warning when she deserved at least

attention? Oh, boy, there's no pleasing
you, is there?

Just accept the gifts and don't worry.

Be happy.

Gifts like these don't come without a
drink.

I want the truth.

All right.

I know about Trump Hill Academy.

What about it? They're trying to woo you
away from me.

Woo? Yes, woo.

They wooed away two teachers last year,
and I wasn't going to let them woo you,

too.

Lucky I found that letter in your
mailbox.

You looked through my mail.

I was just going to hand it to you, but
you had already left the office.

And you saw the return address on the
envelope and assumed they were offering

a job.

Well, what else could it be?

Well, it could be one of those teachers
from last year writing to say hello.

I hate it when I'm wrong.

I'm not talking to you.

Okay.

Oh, hi, Gary.

What did Belden give you now?

Rhode Island?

Tina, the whole thing has been one big
mistake.

If you'll just give me a minute, I'll
explain.

Am I glad I found you.

What is it, my love? Miss Bliss, I hate
to tell you this, but Mr. Morton is

hopping mad.

If you get my drift.

Mr.

Morton? Miss Bliss!

She did it again.

Who did what?

Your Nicky has once again absconded with
my four -legged hopping friends.

I think you're jumping to conclusions.

Are you sure they weren't misplaced?
They are green. They jump and they

One tends not to misplace something like
that.

Now, what are you going to do about it?

Well, I'll talk to her.

But first I have to... find her. Check
the nearest pond.

You could be wrong, you know.

He's not wrong, Miss Bliss.

I took the frogs.

Welcome home, boys.

Nicky, I think you owe Mr. Morton an
apology.

I'm sorry, Mr. Morton, for taking the
frogs.

I just don't think it's right to
experiment on any living thing.

And you'll never convince me otherwise.

However, I have to respect the rights
and opinions of others.

And if I don't, I'm no different than
the things I'm against.

Mickey?

I'm sure Mr. Morton can't argue with
that.

I'm a man of science. I can argue with
anything.

I returned all but one of the frogs.

Mine is living free.

This. leaves me no choice but to fail
you.

Oh, I think if you take a look at this
computer program, you'll see that you do

have a choice.

Good news, Mr. Morton. Mr. Belding says
you can have your pick of anything on

this card.

Hang on a second. Aren't those my visual
aids?

They were your visual aids.

Touch that globe again, Morton, and
you'll be my next history lesson.

Every kid hates Parents and Teachers
Week. I mean, especially me. And that's

when your parents come to school and the
teachers tell them how you're really

doing. Well, I didn't think it could get
any worse. But it did when my father

and Miss Bliss found out they were old
friends.