All language subtitles for Zeke And Luther s01e13 Soul Bucket

They were paying a visit to the Krusty
Arms apartment complex.

Why? It's my Nana's crib.

Dorothy Joanne Waffles, a .k .a. my
Nana, most favoritest person ever.

He's crazy about her.

Another reason we like hanging at Krusty
Arms is this.

Check it out. It's a wheelchair ramp.

Intended for the elderly, but fun for
all ages.

Whoa. See that old dude over there?

That's Carl.

Nana's man friend.

He's a smidge grouchy, so he's gay
quietly.

Hey, Carl.

Luther.

Wait,

don't tell me. Dude, you won't believe
what happened. Yes, no, maybe. Don't

forget that I'm a genius. Are you crazy?
Someone should be listening to us.

Wait, don't tell me. Not again.

Would you just calm down? Is there a
problem?

Let's get a pizza.

And then we'll act like nothing ever
happened. Calm down. It's only Tuesday.

We'll get a pizza.

And hope that no one will learn us
talking. Calm down. Cause I'm a genius.

It's only for a day And by tomorrow
we'll have everything just fine

Exciting teenage life?

Exciting? Jeepers.

All he does is skateboard.

Why don't you get some hair, old man?

Suck an egg, freckles.

Okay. It may seem weird that I'm yelling
at an old dude. That's just a fun way

that Carl and I communicate.

Hey, why don't you get a job, hippie?
Why don't you get a grip, baldy?

Nose picker, nap taker.

So, Nana, how are you? Oh.

Let's not talk about me. I want to hear
about you.

So tell me, how's your band doing?

The band?

It's going great.

Our new hit single, it's flying up the
charts.

And we're going on a world tour.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Okay, here's the dealio. I sort of told
my nanster I was in a band called Soul

Bucket. I make up all sorts of fun
little stories when I'm around her.

I got an A plus in earth science.

Alrighty.

I'm this close to getting my helicopter
pilot's license.

They named a llama at the zoo after me.

Why do I fib? Because she's old, man.

She has nothing going on.

And when I see that smile on her face, I
get such a warm feeling inside.

It's even better than hot.

Peanut butter cabbage soup.

Soul bucket's blowing up. Oh, it is just
wonderful, Lucy. Your 70th birthday's

coming up. Is there anything that you
want? You know, anything special?

Oh, I don't know.

Oh, you'll have to bother. Oh, my.

Come on, cookie buns.

Tell them what you want.

Nana, come on, anything.

She wants her stupid band to play at her
birthday party.

My band?

would make my day so special.

Poochie, do you like these shoes, or
should I wear the brown ones to the

Hmm.

Yay!

But which do you like better? Whatever
you like better. Yay!

Okay, I was looking for your opinion.

Just do them all some other time.

This clapping thing is getting old.

I need a new best friend.

Soul bucket.

So you told her that your fake rock band
was going to play at her party.

Why? I don't know. I couldn't help
myself.

You got yourself into a real pickle,
Luke.

Soul bucket.

Soul bucket.

Why did you say that?

Come on, man.

Of all the names, man.

You want to know the real funny part?
What?

I told her you're in the band, too.

Me?

Keep laughing.

Luther, I know what you're thinking, and
it's not going to happen. Look, all we

have to do is lip sync a few tunes. It
means so much to her. Are you out of

head? She's old.

Her life is boring. I just don't want to
let her down. Luther, enough with the

lies. Haven't you ever watched kids' TV?

Lying always comes back to bite you in
the butt. And if you can't tell her the

truth, I will.

You're not going anywhere.

Let go of my shirt.

Let go.

Let go, man. Let go.

Hey, Nana Waffles. Hold on one second.

I need to talk to you.

Cool. A water skiing horse.

Loving it.

That's not a horse. That's me water
skiing.

But what about the saddle?

That's my bathing suit.

Okay, let's just agree to disagree.

So, you were a big water skier, huh?

Everglade champion 1969 to 78.

Me and Carl made quite a team.

Right on, Carl.

Hard to picture you in shorts, though.

I drove the boat, you mudflap.

So, Luther told me about your birthday
party.

Oh, I am so excited to hear you play at
my party.

Yeah, about that.

There's something I need to tell you.

Yes?

It's just not fair. Everyone in the
Waffles family has those darn puppy dog

eyes. His cousin Kathy, his uncle Ned,
even Duke has those puppy dog eyes.

So, what'd you need to tell me?

That we can't... That

we can't wait to play at

your birthday party.

So, why would I agree to sing to a bunch
of old fogies when I have no musical

talent whatsoever?

Because Luther's my best bud. And he
says this lip -syncing thing is going to

work. It is going to work, right?

Yeah, it's going to be great. Trust me.
Nana loves the 70s. Slow butter.

Bro.

Thank you all for responding to my
online ad.

While only one of you will become my new
best friend, the rest of you can still

send me gifts on holidays and my
birthday.

Without further ado, let's get to know
each other.

I like ponies, and I like lollipops.
See, I lost this tooth, and then this

is loose.

Huh?

We can become best friends.

Next.

Oh, wait. Did I mention my brother has
six toes?

Yes. Next.

Next.

Next.

Next.

Next. Next.

That you like fluting, witty political
cartoons, and goal setting.

I do.

Well, only when I'm not tormenting my
older brother.

I think we have a winner.

a sticky apple ladies and gentlemen

and carl please welcome the soulful
sounds

Looks like he's trying to pull the old
horn smuggle.

Um, that concludes the end of our show.

You've been a delightful audience.

Come on, boys.

Yeah, rats, I'm out of juice.

Okay, come on, guys. Take it easy.

Let's just eat some pudding and we'll
talk this over.

Okay, um, Jell -O?

Basically, Soul Bucket was a figment of
Luther's vivid imagination.

But Soul Bucket, it was blowing up.

Why would he lie to me?

He said he felt sorry for you since, you
know, you're old and you don't have

much going on.

And please don't give me those puppy dog
eyes.

I have a word search to get to.

We haven't forgotten you.

Almost

had him.

So Nana Waffles is bummed, but her
bummage can't hold a candle to how

feeling. Because when Luth gets bummed,
it hits him hard.

Some people drown their sorrows by
eating a big bowl of ice cream. But the

Luth clears his head is by going a
couple rounds with a Mexican flyweight

Manny Pachico.

Come on, Luth. You don't have to do
this.

I deserve whatever Manny dishes out to
me.

I did my man wrong.

Luth, for as long as I've known you,
you've always been about making other

people feel bad.

Why can't you just apologize to your
Nana? No, Zeke. I can't face her. I'm

ashamed. I'm just going to hit the
showers.

I should have wore a cup.

Nana, you have to understand. Your
happiness means the world to Luther. So

behalf of my best friend, he's sorry.

I accept his apology.

I love my Lucy.

He'll be so happy to hear that.

Now we can let the healing begin.

So what are you painting today?

A clown.

Whoa. That is one sad clown.

What? You've never dressed up like a
clown for a lady?

Luther's right.

My life is boring.

Ever since I quit water skiing, I've
been searching for something, anything,

make me feel that passion again.

Nana. What if you just start water
skiing again?

Oh, those days are long behind me, Zeke.
Come on. Putting the old swimsuit back

on? Feeling the cool breeze in your
face?

Oh, the tug of the rope.

Staring at the back of Carl's beautiful
bald head.

It was magical.

Oh, I appreciate what you're trying to
do.

Just tell Luther his Nana's fine and...

I'll see him the next time he visits.

Thanks a ton, kid.

Now she's in a mood and you've ruined my
whole night of fluching.

So, we dyed all of these underwear pink.

Check. We sabotaged all the rival
neighborhood lemonade stands.

Check. And completed reading aloud our
checklist.

Check.

I have never had a best friend who was
this cool.

And so darn pretty.

It's almost too good to be true.

Yeah.

I mean, yes, it is.

Wait.

What did you just do right there?

What is going on here?

Did I ever tell you that my uncle's a
Hollywood makeup artist?

Poochie? That's right. I heard about
your little plan and I knew you'd only

you. Well, guess what? Another you
doesn't exist.

Well, hold on, Poochie McGruder.

I was just looking for somebody with a
little spunk.

And lady, you got it.

Who knew?

Best friends again?

Sure. Yay!

But can we talk about the...

I've been working on the poochie pop.

Let's just stick with the yay.

Yay!

Nana's life has never been the same
since she quit water skiing. She told me

herself. She misses the tug of the rope,
the wind in her face. Bro, she's 70

years old, okay? That's like 400 in dog
years.

Okay.

Let me ask you something.

Are you still gonna skateboard when
you're 70?

Heck yeah.

Me too.

Can you even imagine a world where we're
not allowed to do what we love because

we get too old?

Yeah, that is a lousy world.

And this would be a good way for you to
redeem yourself.

I'd take my butter slow, poor boar.

So, where's the boat and the lake?

This is the lake.

And here comes the boat.

You gal's gonna stop yakking anytime
soon.

Nana's gonna skate -ski?

Listen, kid, we don't always see eye to
eye, but we both got a soft spot for

that tomato you call Nana.

Now, if you think skate -skiing is gonna
make her happy, why, then I'll drag her

gorgeous tush all the way to Reno.

Come here, you big bald -headed softy.

Hey.

Hey, quit lady -hugging me.

My plan was pretty simple.

Carl's little scooter was going to
generate enough tow speed to get Nana up

the skateboard.

Simple. Not so much.

Nana Waffles did not react well when we
told her what our plan was.

Are you bonkers?

Nana, look, I want to say I'm sorry for
lying to you about all that stuff.

It was dumb.

But I want to make it up to you.

Oh, Lucia.

It's just like water skiing, except
without the boat.

Or the water.

Or the skis, actually.

Come on, baby.

Just like old times.

Come on, Nana. You're so close.

The tug of the rope.

The cool wind in your face.

Look, Carl's big, beautiful, bald head.

All you have to do is say those three
magical words.

Hit it, Carl!

I wouldn't have believed what happened
next if I hadn't seen it with my own two

eyes. Nana Waffles took the skate scheme
like a duck to water.

It looked like so much fun, I had to
give it a shot.

The important thing was that my buddy
Luther was reunited with his Nana.

Nana, this is amazing.

And I think we all learned some valuable
lessons that day.

Nana learned that you're never too old
to do what you love to do.

And Luther?

I'm not quite sure what Luther learned.

How do you like them apples, hippie?

That's nothing, geezer. Eat that, you
bald king me!

You bamboozled me.

Can't it just sack of weeds?

Want to play again?

Set him up, kid.