All language subtitles for Degrassi TNG s06e05 Eyes Without A Face 1

You call that a kiss?

I can feel your mom's eyes watching us
from inside the house.

Yeah, and Claire's probably hiding in
the bushes videotaping for evidence.

No, no, no, no. That would be wrong.

And you and your sister never do
anything wrong. You're like regular

And Claire is a saint.

I'm not.

I can be bad sometimes, too.

Don't judge a book by its cover.

Why are you so addicted to writing a
dumb blog no one reads?

I'm not addicted, and people do read it.

There's a whole online community of
people who are 100 billion times less

annoying than you are. Good you got
friends somewhere, even if they are

invisible.

The new uniform would be a darker blue
than the panther blue we have now.

That's okay. I hate panther blue.

Us too.

And they come in ultra -fashionable,
modern, athletic, crop -top style.

Crop -top? Come on, we're not flashing
our apps the entire school.

Okay, forget about the crop -tops. How
about at least getting us some new short

shorts?

Those short shorts are a little too
short.

They have way too much leg. The Lakers
squad wears them.

And Darcy, they'd be so much easier to
move around in. Which we'll need. For

athletic routines that Manny worked out
to get us through the regionals.

Then change the routine.

Look, we can't even afford to get a new
uniform, so can we just drop it?

Besides, I have my own answer to getting
us into regionals.

Boys, not that I have anything against
that answer generally, but pardon?

More lifts, more throws.

I thought of it yesterday when I was
watching some pro style on TV.

So, you just decided.

Without talking to the choreographer?

That's why I love being captain.

Is it possible that I'm actually missing
Paige Michaelchuk?

Good morning, Emma. Nothing about you is
good, and don't talk to me.

Off to class, Peter Michael.

Please focus on your studies instead of
girls.

Emma's more than just a girl.

I said off to class.

Hi, this is Toby Isaac with your morning
announcement.

We want to remind all students about the
upcoming... Hi, Liberty.

That's how many pieces of gum I have in
my mouth.

Hey, I'm trying to watch the
announcement.

Local TV station CQJH is looking for a
PJ to host their kids' programming.

Auditions should be held today at noon.

Successful candidates are... Me!

Successful candidates are me!

I'll get my old job back!

The children need me, Liberty.

Mature, JT.

Really mature.

And now, an announcement from Darcy
Edwards, captain of your spirit squad.

Did you know George W. Bush used to be a
cheerleader? So why not you, too? Your

squad needs new shoulders to lean on.
Broad shoulders.

That's right, guys. It's your turn to
show some school spirit.

Good announcement.

Thanks.

What do you have against short shorts?

Don't you think Spirit Squad has an
image to maintain, a we're not dirty

image? Shorts aren't dirty.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you
wearing shorts in your My Room page?

They show, like, this much more thigh.
So you have good thighs.

Anyone who goes to your My Room page
would know.

Can you stay out of this?

I'm just saying, your blog is good.

Those quizzes you do are fun.

It's hard drive maintenance day. Can you
stand the excitement? I can't.

And then she gave me that liberty look,
that look that says, you're so immature

and pathetic that I can't even find the
words to describe it. You mean that look

that says, my passion for you burns
bright, JT? It's an eternal flame of

loveness? Tobes, stop it. You're making
me ill. Look, it's not just you, JT.

It's her.

You never stop talking about her.
You're, like, obsessed.

Tobes, obsessing over liberty would be
like obsessing over lint or oatmeal.

Oh, my God, that's it.

You're PJ JT. My kid loves you.

You have a kid? Her name's Isabella.
She's your biggest fan, and she won't

let me turn off the TV when they're
rerunning you.

Yeah? Yeah.

Remind me to get your autograph for her.
I think you're her first crush.

That is not oatmeal.

That is a homemade meatball sub with
extra cheese and spicy sauce.

Tell Mr. Perino that I caught bird flu.
I got an audition to go to.

So that's... Your great idea.

Turning through quad into door quad
central. Somehow it looked a bit

in my head.

Sorry I'm late.

This whole boy idea is officially dead.

They're all going home.

Home! Go!

Boy! Peter might actually be okay with
this.

Okay is not a Peter word. Try, um,
psycho.

Serial, killery, uh, satanic in your
language.

Right here, Manny. You have ears, you
know.

So it's just a soul you're missing?

Um, where's the part where I get to grab
Manny's inner thighs?

As if I'm letting you pick me up. I've
seen more graceful camels.

Maybe, but I got twice the hump.

Yeah!

Okay, guys, let's get these tryouts
started. Um, I want to start with some

lifts, because wimps, lift weights, and
cheerleaders lift people.

Amen, sister.

Ten to five.

Yeah, amen.

Peter, you can help me demonstrate.

Do you mind spotting? Sure.

Stand behind me here. I'll stand here.
Grab my waist.

I'll hold your wrist. I'm going to
count. Ready?

One, two, down, up.

Perfect. Right, Manny?

I feel regional.

Dorothy, hey.

I have a boyfriend now.

Oh, it's not like that.

I just wanted to thank you for that.

Whatever. I just believe that sometimes
people deserve forgiveness.

Do you really want to be a cheerleader?

Peter Michael, two minutes, okay?

Great, Mom.

I'm stuck in this house rest thing, but
if I join a club... You get an excuse to

stay out longer.

I get it. I've been warned about you.
I'm bored, okay?

I'm getting A's in everything.

I've read the blog of every boring kid
in this entire boring school.

Including my boring blog?

No, I actually liked yours.

You're not who I thought you were.

What does that mean?

You're cooler than I thought.

You're smart and funny.

You look pretty cute in shorts.

Good night, Ms.

Hathalacos. I think Peter's ready to go
home now.

Thanks, Darcy. Good night.

I'm going to link you up to my blog, all
right? I know a lot of people.

Come on.

Time to go home.

And that's it for today.

So remember, imagine all week long.

And don't eat the glue.

Bye -bye.

So, am I fired for cutting my finger
with the safety scissors or what?

You covered well. Now can you tell us
why you want your old job back?

Well, it's for the chicks.

Very funny, JT. But seriously.

Well, respect, I guess.

Yeah. I know it sounds wacko, but making
art and crafts and wearing dress

-up costumes, it helps me gain it.

I feel respected.

Like.

Well then, prepare for respect.

See you tomorrow, babe.

That's it?

Okay, what did I forget?

Enjoy your dinner.

Remember to pray. What?

You don't want to kiss me more?

I make out with you too much. I'm a
horned dog. I don't make out with you

I'm in trouble. How can I win?

It's not about winning. It's about
respecting each other's needs.

I do respect you, Darth. That's what all
this is about.

Respect, abstinence, chastity, being...

Good. Don't you get tired of being good?

What are you saying, Darcy?

What do you want me to do? Just tell me.

I can't.

Because I don't know.

I just... I need more... something.

Forget it.

Okay? Can we just forget it?

All right. It's forgotten.

Is your bra still going up? It's exactly
where it should be.

Your email sound keeps going.

Mom said

she needs help with dinner. Go. What?
Go.

Go?

What's the story, Morning Glory?

The story is, you're cute.

I have something for you.

Thank you.

I made it out of this leather jacket I
used to wear when I was a kid.

I'm so lucky I have that.

It's like I made you pretty popular.

In the online world, anyway.

I linked your blog up to my website.

Sent a lot of my friends your way.

Who's that Adams guy? Is he a friend of
yours?

Yeah, we're tight.

Really? So what's he like?

I mean, what does he look like?

I know where this is going.

No, you don't. And don't be a creep.

Adams is cool.

He's an old bud from private school.

His dad's super rich. He plays soccer.

Girls say he's cute.

Definitely a big fan of yours right now.

All right, folks.

Pop quiz on motherboards. Let's face it.
Who doesn't love a good motherboard?

Huntsman hips. Ready? One, two, three.

Okay,

um, fry the lips against spaghetti arms
and don't tickle him this time. I want

to lift a lady.

Well, none of them want to come near
you, which I don't think has been her

favorite for the whole make the team
thing.

Have you seen this?

He did research. He practiced.

Yes, better than half the girls on the
team. Right.

Guy might be twisted up, but he also
might be our ticket to the regionals.

Yeah, he's full of surprises.

Well,

see, look at that. Look at that.

PJJT. Oh, hi.

Did anyone ever tell you that's a lot of
letters for one little guy?

Little?

What did you hear?

You know what? Forget it.

I got my job back.

Congrats. Oh, thanks.

Yeah,

you should come to the show.

I wouldn't want to get in the way. Oh,
no, it's impossible.

Just come to a taping with your
daughter.

Are you serious?

She'd love that.

Yeah, come tonight. It's the premiere.
It's going to be like ten times the

excitement. The caterers heat the coffee
to lukewarm instead of tepid. Really.

Oh, Isabella would definitely love that.
We'll be there for sure.

That was great today, Peter.

Yeah, I guess I was born for cheer
squad.

Right, Maddie?

Just because you help with equipment and
you cheer circles around those other

losers doesn't mean I suddenly think
you're Mother Teresa.

I'm not Mother Teresa. Darcy is.

I am nobody's mama, thank you. Adam says
you're a hot mama.

Hmm, who's Adam?

This guy who got her to post some sexy
shots online.

Yeah, right. Darcy's idea of a sexy hot
mama.

Hey, some guys like a hot mama.

That is not funny.

I wear rosary thong under my habit.

Ew!

Cameras, I don't think so.

There is a big policy against you in
photos. Come on, it's for posterity.

Hey, I want revenge.

Give it to me.

Oh, that? Oh, yeah. Yeah, just like
that. Oh.

Okay, okay.

Okay, yeah,

what about that?

Remember, I'm going to keep your hands
off me.

Remember, you know... Is that... Not a
chance. Okay.

Rinse them off for me.

Oh, sugar.

No, man. He left like an hour ago.

Okay, well, I ended up in that kind of
mood. There's more where that came from.

But I can't stay out long. I've got a
lot of emails waiting for me.

And that's all for today. So remember,
be bigger than you are and don't eat

orange pie.

Vienna, I'm going to get you.

Oh, thank you.

Good job.

High five on that one.

All right.

Hey, so how'd it look?

She thinks you're a comic genius.

Well, somebody has to.

So, do you want to get something to eat?

Who, me?

Yeah, you.

Maybe, um, Cheezies, Taco Chips, Orange
Pop.

Uh... Well, I, uh... Oh,

it's okay. Um, never mind.

It's past balance bedtime anyway.

Bye. No, no, no, that's not... Wait!

So hard. Emke and Dana see what I was
doing.

Did she see? No, but thanks for making
the page password detected.

Page better stay private.

Um, yeah, about that.

Who'd you share the password with?

Tell me it's not someone I know. No, no,
no, it's an online friend.

Someone who happens to have a lot of
money.

His name's Adams, and he loves him some
Darcy.

He sent me a thank you gift last night.

200 bucks by email.

200? I thought we'd get 20 at most.

An online admirer paying for photos.
That's not creepy at all.

So, how was the big premiere?

Uh, it was okay.

JT, um, I was thinking the other day...
Hi.

Sorry to interrupt. Could I, uh, speak
to JT?

Of course. Speak away.

Look, I have a kid, and I know it freaks
you guys out, and I just want to let

you know I get it.

No, you don't get it, okay? I love kids.

Yeah, guys always say that.

No, I mean it.

You've got to trust me on this one, Mia,
okay?

I do love kids.

So it's just me you don't like?

Kind of blew me off.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

I guess orange pie impairs your
thinking.

Well, listen, how about I take you and
Bella out for ice cream?

Maybe tonight?

We'd love that. I'd love that.

Okay.

Ta -da!

Okay, you guys can go have a soda.

For a nice, cool class of talent.

New uniform.

Give me an H. Give me an O -R -T.

Maddie, look at these. Holy hot tactic.
This is exactly what we wanted.

Paige always promised us new uniforms,
but never came through.

These are way too short.

Problems with his bikini line. I'm
telling him to get a Brazilian.

For girls, losers.

These must have cost a fortune.

Yeah, well, I've been selling chocolate
bars door to door.

Amazing the support from the community.

By selling chocolate bars, do you mean
posting sexy photos on the web? For

Sexy. Or just silly. Whatever.

What happens if Principal H sees them,
or Simpson, or Toby, or the ginger?

They won't. Nobody will.

Photos are on a secret page.

Oh, so comforting.

Minnie, you should be happy. You wanted
new uniforms, and now you've got them.

And think what else we can get.

I say we do another photo shoot today.

Papa needs a new pair of shoes.

Yep. Papa needs a life, and I need to go
home.

This is over, guys. Over.

Over.