All language subtitles for The Latest Buzz s02e03 The Sneaky Issue

Hey, Becca.

How's your story on Teen Spurs Drops
coming along?

I starred as the waitress at the blurb
in exactly 25 minutes.

And in exactly 26 minutes, customers
will be fleeing the blurb covered in a

of smoothies and pie.

A mess of smoothies and pie? I'd order
that.

Just a tip, R. If you want to make
tiffs, I'd ditch Bob's apron.

But... This was the apron she wore when
she first came to this country.

It's a family heirloom. Maybe your papa
will hand it down to you when you get

married. I know.

Hot off the presses, I've got the story
of the century.

It's called Michael Davies as a
Girlfriend.

I know. I did his birthday, too, when I
found out.

A June wedding would be sublime.

Thank you.

Thank you.

going out to the blurb, it's a chance to
see someone completely out of their

element running around like a servant.

Oh, yeah, Rebecca's waiting table.

I was talking about Michael and his
girlfriend, but... Yeah, that too.

Can't. DJ's making me clean her office
for the next three days just because I

changed the ringtone on her cell phone.

That doesn't sound so bad.

To a medley of belches.

Oh, still.

DJ wouldn't be so mad if... she had a
boyfriend.

Wait. That's it.

Amanda. You're a genius.

I know. I read my bio.

What are you doing?

Setting DJ up with a secret admirer.

If she thinks someone's into her, she'll
go easy on me.

Hmm, musky.

Let's hope so, because Steve Nash is
playing on Friday, and I can't miss the

game. One problem. You don't have a
secret admirer. Don't need one. That's

beauty of secret admirers. They're
secret.

Now sit back and watch Cupid work his
magic.

The meatball rolled off his tray, down
his thigh, and he fluttered his hand.

My heart started to flutter in perfect
sync. We're like two little

So, what happened to the meatball?

Two croissants, one blueberry muffin,
and one brie muffin.

Wow, clumsy and precise.

Can you pass me a napkin, kitten?

With whom I'm smitten.

The last time you rhymed like that was
when your parents bought you your first

bow tie.

Ah, well to the clip -on.

You were sweet, petite, and made me
complete.

Oh, rhyming. I miss that.

Want to go see a movie?

Sure, I'd love to.

But don't you have to call it Actor Guys
Publicist May Ray J or something? J.

Ray May.

I'm interviewing him at an autograph
signing before he has to go to the Teen

Screen Awards.

Hey, want to come?

I don't know.

Maybe, I guess.

It was really nice meeting you all.

Oh, and don't worry about the bill.

I got it.

She's cute.

And a good tipper.

Totally, but the meatball story had no
ending.

I hate her.

Why? Never trust a girl who pays for
everything on the first date.

It's a classic hook the friends and make
them like me strategy.

Well, work for me.

Well, I liked her.

Also, never trust the opinion of someone
wearing an apron with gravy stains

older than they are.

Hello.

Hi, Mom.

Yes, I'm coming over for dinner.

What? No.

Do not invite Percival Kibler.

He parts his hair down the middle, owns
an ant farm, and rides to work on a

unicycle.

Can we talk about this later, Mom?

Okay, bye.

Funny, I always took you for the
unicycle type.

Shush, and alphabetize, and debrief on
my phone, please.

When did these get here?

How would I know?

I was too busy shushing and
alphabetizing.

It's in here.

I love that scent.

So did my new career.

You know what, Noah?

You've done enough for the day. You can
go now.

What about tomorrow? Do I still have to
stay late?

We'll see how I feel tomorrow.

To DJ, how do I love thee?

From your secret admirer.

Feeling overwhelmed?

Like no matter how hard you try, you're
not getting anywhere. Like a boy with an

expired bus pass.

Go away, Wilder. I'm busy.

Too busy to learn.

The way of the tray.

The way of the tray? A powerful serving
technique that unites body and mind with

tray.

I learned it while serving in volunteer
soup kitchens and hanging out at tray

stores.

I don't have time for this.

Teach me the way of the tree, Master
Wilder.

Of course.

But first, Master Must Eat.

Hey, Amanda.

Mmm, spicy tuna rolls. Mind if we join?
Of course not. In fact... Bon appetit,

my little mooshy mooshy.

Meet you at the center.

Gag, all this mushy is ruining my sushi.

We should go to the park later.

But don't you have to prep for your May
-Ray -J interview?

J. Ray May can wait because Michael
Theodore Davies wants to spend time with

little angel.

Maybe we can spend more time together by
studying?

That's a great idea.

We'll be like two little study bunnies.
I said bunnies instead of buddies.

Hop hop, my little study bunny.

OMG doesn't begin to cover this.

That was amazing.

No, that was the way of the train.

Did you read the training manual I gave
you?

Read it and memorized it.

We shall see. Climb aboard.

You are serving a bistro and a man
enters. He orders salad instead of

What do you do?

Talk to the chef and ask him to make an
exception?

Wrong!

Remind him there are no substitutions.
Hi -ya!

A young boy with a milk mustache grabs
all the mints out of the mint bowl. What

do you do?

Tell him to take only one so others can
have mints too?

Wrong!

Give him a moist towelette and tell him
to wipe the milk mustache off his face.

Hire!

A woman enters and orders French onion
soup for her pool. What do you do? What

do you do?

You tell her that soup's too hot

for a dog to eat.

I swear I had the main meal memorized.

You must do more than memorize.

You must complete all my training
exercises.

Only then will I reveal the secret
mantra that will make you a master

Fine, but Wilder, you don't have a
beard.

Or a mustache.

Hey, DJ, I finished my article on rap
bands that don't swear.

Thanks, Noah.

So anyway, I'm going to head out.

Actually, you're going to do my expense
report.

I thought you were going to lift my
punishment.

And I thought the Q courier was my
secret admirer.

Really? Wait, you asked him?

Yes. Oh, and then he told me that I
wasn't even his type. Something about

a frantic aura and being a wild item.

I don't see it.

Back to work.

Wait, Teen Buzz allows you to write off
mocha magic ice cream?

Mind your own business, thank you very
much.

I'm going to the kitchen to get some ice
cream.

How's the playing going, Mr. Cupid?

Fantastic.

All I need is a real secret admirer
before the game tomorrow.

The courier isn't the only guy that
wears the chair that DJ knows.

Mr. Shepard! Amanda, you are a...
Genius.

Oh, stop. That's getting old.

Who am I kidding? No, it's not.

I can't really see the point in this,
Master Wilder.

Actually, I can't really see at all.

Do as I say, young fruit fly.

And the mantra will be revealed.

Okay.

Can't you just tell me the mantra?

I could, but it wouldn't be as fun.

I'm sorry, Master Wilder, but I've got
tables to serve.

Hello, some service, please.

Oh, he's so scrumshalicious.

No, not Michael.

J. Ray May.

Lame old Michael, who introduced me to
Jay, who fell madly in love with me, and

whisked me away to the Teen on Screen
Awards.

Please, the only way I could get caught
is if someone happened to hear what I

was saying right now.

Hey!

Sorry.

Sorry. Did I say I was sorry?

The way of the...

Michael, can I talk to you for a second?

Got all the seconds in the world,
Amanda.

I'm in love.

Yeah, about that.

I'm not really good at softening harsh
news, but I'm gonna try my best.

Peyton hates everything about you.

That was softening it?

I did put my hand on your shoulder, and
I left out the part how she's really in

love with J. Ray May and is only using
you.

Peyton is not using me.

Michael Davies.

Oh, hi, Shmoopy.

It's not May Day Raids, J. Ray May.

And I think his favorite color's red.

Happy dress shopping.

She's so in love with me that she wants
to be color -coordinated for my

interview. Good day, Miss Pierce.

I am sorry, Master Wilder. Can you find
it in your heart to take me back as your

student? We shall see if you're worthy.

Quickly as you can, snatch the pebble
out.

Hey, he didn't let me finish.

Please teach me. My article on serving
depends on it. I shall teach you, but

only under one condition.

That I open my mind to the oneness of
Trey Enlightenment?

No, that you give me the pebble back.
It's my fate.

Thank you, Master Wilder.

Rather than rice.

Gotcha.

Old school.

Pasquale's Pig Hut, your pulled pork
sandwiches can never be pulled away from

me.

Mr. Shepard.

Until now.

What's up, Noah?

I have some terrible news.

DJ's parakeet is gone.

That's horrible.

Dreadful.

They forgot my coleslaw.

Sorry, I didn't realize that DJ even had
a parakeet.

I wonder what happened.

All I know is that it involved a
defective birdcage and a three -legged

named Twinkle.

No, no, no, to the coleslaw. I mean,
this is the second time they forgot it

week.

Look, DJ's upset, and I thought it'd be
nice if you sent her some flowers.

You know, that's a great idea.

Which is why I already arranged for the
flowers, and all you have to do is sign

the card.

Wow, if only you were this quick on the
draw with your homework assignments,

huh? Okay.

What was the parakeet's name?

Sweet Lips.

It was a really good whistler.

Okay.

In loving memory of Sweet Lips.

I'd go with thinking of you and your
sweet lips.

Yes, nice.

That's why you're the writer.

There you go.

Well, what are you doing?

Come on.

What do you want your sympathy card to
smell like?

Loser or pulled pork?

Thank you for taking the time to be here
with me. I know your schedule is really

busy. No problem. I'm happy to be here.

So, tell us a little bit about... Hello,
Jay Rainey.

Finally, you've got his name right.

You're so sweet.

So did you enjoy surfing? Is it true
that your favorite color is red?

What do you think about my dress?

Michael, open your eyes.

The power to defeat your foe lies within
you.

It is in here.

Or is it here?

Or is it in here?

It's in there somewhere.

Walter's right. It is in me.

I'll be painting at our own game.

You and your little foo -foo red dress
are going down.

For the last time, Mom, I'm not
interested in Percival.

Even if he parted his hair to the side,
lost the amp arm, and added an extra

wheel to his bike.

He did all of that?

That's so sweet.

Mom, I'm going to call you right back.

Well, well, well.

Look who's changed their mind.

Listen, ma 'am, they're not for me.

I'm just going to put these down, nice
and gentle, see?

And I'm going to back out slowly so no
one has to get hurt.

Looks like your secret admirer struck
again.

Signed, sealed, and delivered.

Thinking of you and your sweet lips,
Andrew.

Um, Noah, you can go now.

No, no, I really should finish up. Now
it's time to find a vase for these

beautiful flowers.

Wow. People actually do do that when
they're happy.

I said do -do.

Excuse me. Pardon me.

Excuse me.

Jane, tell us more about Surf School
Musical.

Do you get to see us surf again?

I just love the way you surf.

One question at a time, sweetums.

Thanks. I just love surfing for all my
fans.

You have such electrifying eyes.

That's more of a statement than a
question, really.

Back to the movie. Jay, tell us a little
bit more about it. Well, it's a

romantic comedy set in the hills of...
Hello.

Come on.

You were saying?

Yes, you were saying?

I play this surfer who... Oh, your hair
is so messy and cute.

I know.

I love my hair, too.

What are you doing? Yeah, reporter in
the middle of an interview here. Do you

know that you have the most electrifying
eyes?

I think his eyes are electrifying. You
stole my adjective.

Stay away from him. He's mine.

No, he's not. He's mine. He's mine. He's
mine. He's mine. He's mine. I thought

Michael was yours.

Yeah, I thought I was yours.

Michael.

Amateur.

Michael Davis reporting live for Teen
Buzz magazine.

With a broken heart.

I love when a plan comes together.

And just in time for the game.

Mr.

Shepard, what are you doing here?

Losing a pet can be a very traumatic
experience. I thought DJ might want to

about it. No, no.

She's so traumatized that she's blocked
out everything.

Andrew?

Thank you for the flowers. They were so
sweet.

Well, it was the right thing to do.

Wow. What was that for?

Because that was the right thing to do.
I love you, Andrew Shepard.

I love you, too.

I always have.

I was just too afraid to say so. Hey,
nobody loves anyone.

Marry me, DJ.

I'll quit my job teaching.

We'll rent a mobile home and we'll drive
to Vegas to follow our dreams.

That's so romantic. And I can shut down
the buzz and we can... Whoa!

You're not shutting down the buzz and
nobody's getting married. This is all my

fault. I tricked DJ into thinking that
you were her secret admirer and I

Mr. Shepard into thinking that your
parakeet died and... I didn't trick

at all.

I pretty much caught on the moment you
interrupted me during my lunch with that

mischievous look in your eyes. And I
caught on pretty much when...

Shepard called me and told me you were
up to something.

So I guess this means I'm not going to
the basketball game tonight?

Nope.

There you go.

But it's so frustrating!

Just breathe, young potato bug. Your
mind is cluttered. I know!

It's cluttered with images of me
spilling raspberry explosions, of me

frozen yogurts, End of me dropping a
butterscotch surprise.

Surprise!

You are ready to learn the mantra.

Finally! The mantra is... Harry the
Hippo has happy feet.

Harry the Hippo has happy feet?

What does that even mean?

Nothing, really.

Nothing?

I said...

Here you go, sir.

I snapped pebbles out of your palm with
panther -like reflexes.

Bon appetit.

And I did all that for nothing?

I just served all those tables without a
single disaster.

Exactly. I was there for thinking
everything.

By getting you all riled up, I broke
through and... Got me to think on my

Thank you, Master Wilder. I've learned
the way of the tray, and I have my

article.

Well, hustle up.

We've got tables to serve.

Our work here is done, Master Harry.

This is just like the time in third
grade when Lawrence Morgenstern stole my

Marcia. Your girlfriend?

No, my pencil case.

I love that thing.

Don't look now.

Hey, Michael.

I'm sorry.

You're a nice guy.

But it's J. Ray May, and he's taking me
to the Teen on Screen Awards.

No hard feelings?

Um, waitress, please.

Now, there's no hard feelings.

Best dump ever.

Love is for suckers.

The surf is definitely not up for one
young lady.

Jay Ray May dumped his date at the Teen
On Screen Awards.

We take you to the action now.

Take me back, Michael Babies. I can help
you through Daniel Radcliffe interview.

Wow, you gotta love payback.

Actually, for me, not so much.

You know the floor in the kitchen?

You missed the spot.