All language subtitles for The Latest Buzz s01e08 The School Dance Issue

OMG, the awesomest thing just happened.
The dictionary decided to make awesomest

a real word?

OMG, the second awesomest thing just
happened.

Supermodel Karina had a swimsuit shoot
on the ice caps and got frostbite on her

derriere.

Brr. Yeah, now she's out for night of
100 fashionistas and I'm in.

That means you were their 101st choice.

I know.

Amanda, Rebecca, what's shaking?

Uh, a little too much of you, thanks.

I'm practicing my dancing styles for
tomorrow night's school dance. I didn't

know anyone would need more than one.

Of course you do. You gotta know how to
dance with every type of girl.

This should be good. Do tell.

Like, with drama girls, you need kind of
an artistic thing.

With cheerleaders, you gotta bring it
on.

So, Amanda.

Are you going to take a walk on the
Wilder side?

Because if you are, I'll work on my
socialite stuff.

Sorry, can't.

I'm going to be at Night of 100
Fashionistas.

But if I was going to dance, you'd be
doing your not -in -this -lifetime

Dancing styles may change, but the
walker rejection is always the same.

Oh, Wilder.

Do you want to talk?

No. Too soon.

Buzz Magazine, Rebecca Harper.

I'm sure Amanda didn't mean it that way.

You know how she is.

I can't wait till tomorrow's dance.

Just think, we'll get to see Mr. Shepard
chaperoning all night long. How cool is

that?

This one's mine.

I live for these moments.

So, Wilder, what do you think
chaperoning means? It means to party.

Why else would you do it all night long?

You never disappoint.

All right, cheer notes.

I just got word from head office, and
this week, Buzz is going to the school

dance.

Please be joking. You know I faint when
I hear bad news.

No joke, Michael.

Rebecca, you're going to cover the dance
from the typical student's point of

view. Oh, dear.

You'll be amazing.

Nobody's more typical than you.

Noah, I want a 500 -word review of the
music at the dance.

Can all those words be lame?

So, DJ, I guess I'm excused from this
assignment.

No slobbery showing up at this shindig,
right?

Yes, again, gossip guru.

There is plenty of dirt at a school
dance.

Amanda, you'll cover fashion, but be

nice. These are your classmates.

But night of 100 fashionistas.

I've already tipped off the paparazzi.
See, well, tell them to sit up outside

the cafeteria.

Wilder, your challenge is to find a
gaming angle at the dance.

But I'll have too much chaperoning to
do.

Yes, you heard me.

Cancel my reservation.

I guess you'll just have to call a night
of 99 fashionistas.

of paper on the copier uh 8 .5 by 11
white handwriting on the front looks to

a boy's have you tried reading it yeah
right

that would be an invasion of heights my

heart is all a flutter with a pitter
-patter sound world world pitter -patter

can't you see what you're doing to me
then it ends it sounds like a love song

It's just a song I wrote.

to find gossip at the school dance.

What's the worst that could happen? The
prom queen spills punch on her dress?

Whoa. Shirt spillage can cause some
serious damage.

That's why I always take off my shirt
when I drink punch.

How does that work out for you?

Besides getting dirty looks at the
church picnic, not too shabby.

I've come up with the perfect gaming
story for the dance.

You know, Princess Peach won't be going.

Sadly. That's why I'm going to dance
with as many girls as possible, ask them

ton of questions.

Whoever has the best answer wins a
milkshake after the dance with a wild

It's like a game within the dance.

So, you'll bounce from girl to girl,
string them all along until you find one

that you deem good enough to share a
milkshake with you? Yeah.

I'm going to go pitch it to DJ now.

No.

She'd do it first, then pitch it, in
case it doesn't work out.

Thanks. Here's hoping you find school
gossip that's not boring.

If I can't find it, I'll make it.

Okay. You make small talk, and I'll get
the sound file.

I can't do this. It's too sneaky.

I'm horrible at sneaky. I once tried to
play in a surprise party for my dad. I

got so nervous, I ended up screaming
surprise two days early.

Rebecca, crushes are a part of a typical
school dance.

You're not being sneaky. It's research.

Wow. I can almost buy that.

Wait. You write about fashion.

Why are you doing this? I love sneaky.

Now go.

Yeah, you certainly got that reporter's
edge.

Something you wanted to say?

Yes. Um, yes, there was.

Remember when you asked me why Justin
Morneau is my favorite player?

Sort of. Why?

Well, I've decided I like Justin Ernest
George Morneau, born on May 15th, 1981,

because he has a quick, sweet swing with
the ability to hit with both power and

average.

it's true.

You can know too much about Justin
Morneau.

Oh, there's the bell. Gotta go.

The bell didn't ring.

Uh, if I wait until it does, I'll be
late for sure.

Bye -bye.

Wilder, a minute.

I was thinking about your plan. My plan
to turn the school stairs into

skateboarding ramps?

You plan to dance with as many girls as
possible?

Oh, yeah.

That's good, too.

How are you going to keep track of all
the girls' answers?

All up in the dome, dude, where the
answer is safe from everyone.

Including yourself.

What does that mean?

What did you have for breakfast?

Easy. I had a... Well, my shirt was off,
so there must have been some colored

liquid. Then I had, um, food.

And that's why you should use
questionnaires.

That's proof.

so you won't forget what the girl said.

Me likey.

Just for that, you get to ride on the
skateboarding stairs first.

That sounds super for someone else.

Welcome, welcome. Let's get started
right away.

Who here has ever heard the name Bill
McKinney? Oh, oh, I have.

Before Mr. Shepard said it just now.

Never mind.

Bill McKinney was a journalist who was
sitting on a huge story. The problem

to tell that story, he'd have to betray
someone who confided in him as a friend,

not as a journalist.

What did he do?

He did the right thing.

Blabbed on a friend, then took him
shopping?

An Argyle vest does not make up for
blabbing about the incident.

Then stop kissing your Kelly Clarkson
picture where I can see you.

He never told the story.

I thought it was the journalist's job to
always get the story.

Journalism is about ethics.

Many people believe it is unethical to
gather information in a sneaky way.

No way. You tell the story no matter who
gets hurt.

Like me, with my snowboarding wipeout. I
still wrote about it when the

concussion cleared.

Would you ever use underhanded methods
to get a story, Rebecca?

Sometimes it may be, you know, okay.

Then other times it... Surprise!

Noah's song is the most romantic song
ever.

You gotta hear it.

I've made a decision.

Good for you. A little makeup is gonna
do you wonders.

I'm not going to listen to Noah's song.
It's private.

You're right.

Besides, I'd rather hear it when he
sings it in person.

Well, that's going to be awkward since
he'll be singing outside my window.

FYI, he's not going to be singing for me
outside your window.

Why would he write a song for you?

Okay, that's it. I'll see you guys
tonight, and don't forget your dancing

I can't believe you think this song is
about you.

Please, I've memorized your gentle
scent. It's about you. I have a gentle

That cream isn't a scent, nor is it
gentle.

I count on your sweet smile when my soul
is spent. Face it, you only smile when

you see someone make a fashion faux pas.

I guess he wrote that line while I was
looking at you.

Look, we need to figure out who Noah's
singing about so you can start your

grieving process.

You're probably right.

We'll do it at the school dance. It'll
be the perfect opportunity.

And, BTW, don't go overboard on the
dress. This isn't prom.

Thanks, but you're not the only one who
knows fashion.

Baba, it's down the crinoline.

We're going in a different direction.

Well, if it isn't my favorite
wallflower.

If it isn't my favorite wise guy.

I'm glad you're here. I thought I was
the only grown -up with nothing to do on

Friday night.

I had things to do tonight, Shepard.

Those things just happened to be eat ice
cream, watch The Notebook, and pretend

I'm Rachel McAdams.

No way. I was going to do the same
thing.

But as Ryan Gosling.

That makes you feel better.

Ew.

You just ruined the movie forever.

Thanks for the dance and answering my
seemingly random questions.

Maybe I'll see you later, Wilder.

He prefers chocolate shakes to
strawberries.

Maybe you will, emo girl. Maybe you
will. So, how goes the plan?

Lousy. The school board says that
skateboard ramps on the stairs are a

hazard.

Girls, milkshake article, bat plan?

Oh, bat plan's going.

I've danced with three girls, one's a
no, one's a maybe, and the third is a

definite if her dad lets her.

Maybe, maybe I should hold on to those.
You wouldn't want to lose any.

That's why I love you, man. I'm always
looking out for the wildin'. And the

contestant is?

Foreign exchange student.

Hey, yuck max!

Why do you think so? I'm looking out for
him.

I can't do this to a friend.

Who am I kidding?

Chelsea Chang?

I'm looking for a Chelsea Chang?

You need to know that you're being
played.

My first impression is that the students
at this dance have a certain style.

Delete, delete.

Walking towards me is exactly why I
should never pick dare over truth.

Very funny, Amanda.

So I'm here. What's our plan to figure
out who Noah Song's about?

We don't need a plan.

I just need to talk to a boy and he
spills his guts.

I once got a boy to confess his crush
simply by asking the time.

Yeah, well, I once got a man on a bus to
stop snoring on my shoulder simply by

asking him to wake up.

No, you didn't.

I could have, but he looks so peaceful.

And that is why I'm in charge.

Why don't you look at your watch?

Oh,

look at me, wearing a watch.

I guess I forgot because I have so much
on my mind.

Hey, maybe you could help me.

I'm having trouble defining my scent.

What do you think?

Sorry, I'm getting his wrist.

Awesome answer.

Look at Wilder.

He's really pitter -pattering that
girl's heart.

Why'd you just say that?

No reason. No reason at all. Oh, just
tell us who the darn song is about.

What song?

You know what song.

Sweet Smile, Gentle Scent.

You listened to my song? When?

How'd you get it?

I need a caboose for this baby.

Choo -choo, count me in.

I have the headline.

James duped at school dance.

Now, for the cover shot, I was thinking
along the lines of an atomic wedgie.

Female girl, cheerleader, bookworm,
drama queen, vegan.

Foreign exchange student?

Why are you all looking at me with rage?

Mind explaining, Wilder?

Mind explaining to all of us?

I spill a lot. So instead of stating a
clean shirt, I... Oh.

How could you?

You were the one who said to do the
story no matter who gets hurt.

What do I know? I had a concussion?

So what have you been teaching my little
journals this week?

Ethics. Not the Bill McKinney story.

What? It's a good story.

It's a lame story.

So Bill McKinney didn't rat on his
friend. Another reporter, one with guts,

filed the story and won a Pulitzer. And
he hurt an innocent person.

Grow up, Shepard.

Buzz is a teen magazine. Who could get
hurt?

You won't get away with this, Wilder.
Explain yourself, Wilder.

You were saying?

So, do you hate my guts?

I prefer to leave your innards out of
this.

Do you know what's most weird to me?

That you would listen to my song.

Amanda,

I get, but you?

Why'd you do it?

Promise not to laugh.

Okay. Can I smirk? No.

Okay, here goes.

I've never been to a dance before.

Which means I've never danced with a boy
before, unless you kept the hokey pokey

in kindergarten.

I said no smirking.

It's more of a wry smile.

But if I knew your song was about me,
then that would mean my story wouldn't

about how I went to my first dance and
nobody even noticed.

The song isn't about you.

Amanda!

Not Amanda either.

It's about Evangeline Lilly.

A little old for you, don't you think?

It's my little sister's guinea pig.

That would explain the line about the
wood pit bed.

The only way she'd agree not to watch
her topsy -turvy DVD again is if I wrote

song just for her.

Oh, so I see.

Well, I better get home and write my
article on what not to do at a dance.

Before you go,

would you like to dance?

I thought you'd never ask.

But if you put either foot in or out,
I'm ditching you on the dance floor.

Sometimes a girl's just got to shake it
all about.

I can explain.

Honest.

We're listening. How many of us did you
think you could date? No.

The post -date milkshake is a time
-honored tradition.

It's a perfect way for a dude and a girl
to end the night.

And the questionnaires were to make sure
it remained perfect.

For you.

Dirty dog.

No.

The questions I asked were to make sure
I was right for the girl.

I didn't want to end the night on a
bummer note because we didn't click.

Aww.

That's the cutest thing ever.

What? No, that's not cute. It's bad.

Turn on him. I have a story to get.

Turn on him. You set us up and hurt this
adorable boy.

Abort story.

I repeat, abort story. Get him.

Get him!

Just so you know, some people have
actually compared me to Ryan Gosling. I

They say compared to Ryan Gosling,
you're a real goof. Oh, why must you

this way?

You know what?

Even though I'm missing night of a
hundred fashionistas, this night was

okay. Yeah.

And who knew you could find better
gossip at a school dance than at any

celebrity's foray?

Too bad that gossip happens to be a
flock of females gives Boy Reporter

wedgie.

So, what are you going to tell readers
about the typical school dance?

That it was way better than typical.

It was almost perfect.

Tell me about it.

Ladies, who's up for milkshakes?

Yeah, I am.

Astra.