All language subtitles for Son Of Zorn S01E07

You know, Alan,
we can't say we're taking part

in a Turkey Trot
if we don't dress the part.

- Gobble gobble.
- You don't have to say

"gobble gobble" after everything.

Okay, I'll come up with
some other cool animal sounds.

I tell you what, I hope
everyone at this race

is ready to get
their asses lapped.

Zorn, this is just for fun.
So don't do that thing

where you run way too fast
and create a vacuum behind you.

Remember the breast cancer walk?

Alan, I measured

your head while you were
sleeping. I think this will fit.

I'm gonna go see what's up
with those bathrooms, so...

Well, don't forgot
your turkey hat!

Uh, for tomorrow, I was gonna
bring a Smorkleberry pie

that I made... don't worry,
I followed the rules

so we don't all get poisoned.

If the berry's yellow,
you're okay, fellow.

But the berry's red,
you're already dead.

Zorn, I told you you can't come.

I'm sorry, but this is the
first time since we were married

that my mom agreed to
come over for Thanksgiving.

Well, I thought
that was just one of your

elaborate jokes
that doesn't make any sense.

You know, like getting
engaged to Craig.

So you wouldn't turn some
innocent comment into a big fight

about politics and then hurl
her rental car into the sun?

I mean, come on, that was...

that was the old Zorn.

Okay? That was
the Zorn that hated

your horrible hag of a mother.

I-I've changed into
the Zorn that can ignore

that your mother's a horrible hag.
And I would never knowingly

hurt someone if... Go time!

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I mean, this is
pretty much the best

summer music program out there.

It's crazy, but I could actually

see myself becoming
a musician one day.

No, that's not crazy.

No, I think it's great they're
letting boys do that now.

Yeah, Mom says I can't do it 'cause
the program costs, like, ten grand.

Well, you can
always ask your grandma.

She's a hateful wench who should
be tediously destroyed,

- but she is independently wealthy.
- I guess it won't

- be that bad.
- Yeah, she totally deserves to die.

Can you believe she thinks
I ruined your mom's life?

Well, after you met Mom,
she did drop out of college

and end up saddled
with a burdensome kid.

- That's a good point.
- Well, for what it's worth,

it does suck you can't come
to Thanksgiving.

Hey, hey, hey, don't you
worry your little head

about me, okay?
You go have fun with the family.

I got big plans
tomorrow anyway.

Big plans.

Ugh, this itch is killing me.

- Zorn, I'm with a patient.
- Uh, no, no.

I-I'll be quick, Dr. Klorpins.

I've got this itch in my penises area.

And, uh, I ran this 5K yesterday,
so I think it might it have...

Yeah, Zorn, Zorn,
that's runner's rash.

It's easily treatable.
You just need a dragon's fang

and the blood of a royal infant.

Mix it up into a paste
and slather it on your scrotums.

Oh, on all the scrotums.
Okay. All right, thanks, Doc.

I will destroy you!
Ow.

What are you doing here, Linda?

Avoiding Thanksgiving, 'cause I hate it.

- What are you doing here?
- Missing Thanksgiving,

'cause Edie's mom hates me.

Also, my upstairs
neighbors play some song

called "Black Hole Sun"
over and over real loud.

I guess we're hanging out then.

So why does your mom
hate Zorn again?

Well, can you blame her?

She was a single working mom,
gave her kids a great life,

and then she just watched
me throw it all away

by running off to Zephyria
and marrying a barbarian.

You know, Edie, this might not
be the right time to say it,

but you got a book in you.

I just feel like,
after all these years,

I'd like to show her that my life
is on a great track again.

- Mm-hmm.
- My career, my family.

- Uh-oh.
- Oh, my God, she's here.

- All right.
- Okay.

- Stop with the beans.
- Yep. Nope. I am.

Hi, Mom.

- Edie, hello!
- Hi.

Happy Turkey Day, Roberta.

- Craig.
- Hi.

I swear, you haven't got

one day older since
the last time I saw you.

Oh, don't worry, I'm not a vampire.

Or am I?

- Oh...
- Hi, Grammy!

I must not have heard
you come in, because I

was practicing my music
in my room, you know?

Music is my life.

Well, darling, would you put
that down, go out to the car,

get my luggage,
and put it in your room?

- You're staying in my room?
- Yes.

I don't know why
I said that as a question,

because you are... Yeah.

♪ Grandma is
the greatest generation ♪

♪ Grandma... ♪

Let me get those bags.

- Bag 'em up, load 'em in!
- That's right.

No problem!

Mom, I'm so glad you're here.

There's so much
I want to show you.

If it's the wine stain on your
sweater, I've already seen that.

Oh!

That one looks like a pig, right?

Oh, and-and that one
looks like a throk-beast.

Throk-beast?

It's like a cross between
a horse and a river chakraborg.

Yeah. So, why do
you hate Thanksgiving?

Me, I mean, I'll take any excuse
to be with my family.

I grew up on a farm.
I had a pet turkey.

You love a turkey, then tell me
you're okay with Thanksgiving.

No, no, I hear you.

I mean, raise a child
and then tell me you still

love the Spring Child-Eating
Festival, right?

- So, you're not allowed at Thanksgiving?
- Yeah, you know,

my ex-wife thinks I'm gonna
go all Zorn on her mom.

Uh, that's a saying
about someone else, by the way.

Zorn Paulson.
But, I mean, come on.

- You can see I've changed, right?
- Yeah, I mean,

when I first met you,
you were violent and incompetent.

And now you're...
less those things.

Oh, you know what?

I should just crash
Thanksgiving dinner,

whether they like it or not,
and prove to Edie

and her mom that I've changed!

Go time!

The place is amazing.

It really is, and in a way,
you've removed every trace

- of Zorn... except for Zorn, of course.
- Well, like I said,

he only moved back here
for Alan's sake.

Well, you're Alan's mother.
If you think it's important,

- I trust you know best.
- Thank you.

Oh, hello there, sweet Grandmother.

I, uh, stripped my bedding and
put on your special sheets.

The ones you brought
from home for one night.

I wish I'd remember to
bring my memory foam pillow.

Yours are always so hard.

Oh, well.
What's a little neck pain?

Ladies and gentlemen,
the gravy has been boated.

The S.S. Thanksgiving Dinner
is about to set sail.

Can I get you a glass of wine?

- Sauvignon blanc?
- Good memory, Alan.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Aw, come on,
we both knew I was coming.

Okay, I know what you're
thinking. "Zorn's here

- to ruin Thanksgiving.
- Yeah, that's what I'm thinking.

But, look,
I'm a changed Zorn, okay?

I'm wearing a turtleneck,
and-and I made a pie.

Hey. I was just listening
through the door with this cup.

Shut up, Craig!
No, I mean, shut up, Craig?

Edie, he's Alan's father.
He's family.

And every year on this day,

families across America
set aside their petty squabbles.

They share a bird,
a side of stuffing...

- Craig...
- I'm not finished.

Now, if we can't come
together as a family

on Thanks-gosh-damn-giving,

then I may as well pour gravy

all over you and take a big bite
out of your breast.

Because you're the turkey.

- Give me the stupid pie.
- Yeah.

Yes! I am through the door
and smelling that turkey.

- Dad!
- Mom, I'm so sorry.

- I didn't know he was coming.
- Hello, Roberta.

Look, I know we've had our problems,

but I'd like to start over.
If you're uncomfortable though,

- I will go.
- That's not necessary.

It is Thanksgiving.
Plus, the food's already dead.

It's not like he can re-kill it.

You got me there, Roberta!

I have killed a lot of stuff
in my day, haven't I?

Yeah.

I like to laugh. Yeah.

Not sure if you know that
about me, Roberta.

You know, there's probably a lot
you don't know about me.

'Cause I've changed so much.

So, Edie, did you tell your mom

about the big event
you just planned?

Oh, right, the 25th anniversary

- of the Orange County Observatory.
- Oh.

Yeah. Matt Lauer was
there. He walked the orange

carpet, which is funny
because it's Orange County.

- Zorn. I hear you got a new job.
- I do. Yeah.

But, hey, don't let
the turtleneck fool you.

I'm actually a collar guy now.

- Yeah, a white collar guy.
- Oh, wonderful.

Now that you're
working a normal job,

you think it might be time
to consider wearing pants?

Well, technically they're not required.

And in many cultures,
a furry panty is considered a pant.

Sounds like you don't
know how to put 'em on.

No, I, uh... I know how
to put on pants, Roberta.

I mean, sure, no, I mean, I
didn't used to wear them, but

now you know, just...
all the time.

No, totally into pants.
Big pants guy.

Here... I mean, here, let me,
uh... I'll-I'll show you.

- Stop it, Zorn.
- Dad, stop it.

What? I'm trying to pull
Craig's pants off to demonstrate.

- Inappropriate.
- Look, Zorn, all you had to do was ask.

I will give you my pants.
Sorry.

- Wh... This is...
- Here.

All right, here we go, here we go.

Putting the pants on.
'Cause I totally know

how to put on pants.
Just got to stick my foot into...

this little side hole thing.

Dad, that's the pocket.

You got to put it
through the long tube...

I can do it myself!

Damn you!

Why are they so tight?

You know, it kind of makes sense.

If you spend all your time
running around killing people

and burning down villages, pants
might not be a big priority, right?

- Okay, you know something, Roberta?
- No, do you know something, Zorn?

About the new craft sodas
I just bought?

A cola that tastes
like bubble gum.

That's something you have
to see to believe, come on.

Look, Zorn,

I don't need you to see
my soda collection.

Although I would like
for you to see it at some point.

- But it's in the garage.
- I'd like to bury Roberta in the garage.

Look, I know
how tough Roberta can be.

Which is why I developed
a method for dealing

with people like her. Whenever
Roberta says something mean,

just try agreeing with it.
You'll catch her off guard,

and she may even say
something nice.

- Yeah, I don't really...
- Let's role-play, all right?

I'll be Roberta.
"Zorn, you smell bad."

Okay, Zorn,
I'm just being Roberta.

Okay, maybe this whole agreeing
method is just too hard.

No, I agree.
It is too hard for me.

Okay, now I can't tell if you get it
or if it's too hard.

I agree that you can't tell.

♪ Grandma ♪

♪ Likes to play in the sand-mah ♪

Now imagine that
with a backing track

- and some real funky percussive bass.
- Uh-huh.

That's only the kind of thing

you could learn in a
really good music program.

Well, that didn't take too long.

Uh, yeah, sorry.
I was just, uh.

learning about Craig's
bubblegum sodas.

Fascinating, fascinating stuff.

Well, that's impressive.

I know how hard it is
for Zephyrians to learn things.

Um... Well, us barbarians

do have difficulties learning,
that is true.

I mean, is it because
in Zephyria learning

is considered a sex crime?
Maybe. Maybe it is.

I mean, who's to say, you know?

But the main thing is I agree.

Well, I'm glad
to hear you say that.

- Bit long-winded, but...
- I agree!

Speaking of Zephyria, Zorn,

recently I saw
a fantastic documentary online.

There's a doc about Zephyria?

Zephyria, a land made desolate by war,

a landscape ravaged by laser
beam holes and acid-slime craters.

Sounds nice.

But amidst the chaos,
there remains

one true defender of Zephyria...
Vulchazor.

What? He's not the defender!

Despite what you might
have heard about Vulchazor,

I recently visited his lair
in Zephyria,

- and I saw a softer side of him.
- Ugh, come on.

Vulchazor collects
old Jazz records.

What?
Nickelback is jazz now?

And he's more
comfortable in his garden

- than on the battlefield.
- Oh, boy. This is...

But no matter
how peacefully this noble,

bird-headed man tries
to lead his life, he is hounded

by his archnemesis,
the war criminal,

- Zorn.
- What?!

Lies! All of it.

- Lies.
- Zorn!

I grew up in front of that thing.

Okay, I'm just gonna say it...
Dang.

Okay, look.
If you believe this propaganda,

then, Roberta,
you are as empty-headed

as that glombeast
I stabbed the brains out of.

You see?

You see there?
He's gone full barbarian on me.

Mom, I'm so sorry.
Zorn is leaving.

And we can go back to the
table and finish dinner.

- I don't think I have an appetite.
- What? This is crazy?

- I'll be in my room.
- How can someone ever say Vulchazor

is the good guy?
Even his name sounds evil.

"Vulchazor."
Not like, you know,

Zorn! See?
"Vulchazor", Zorn.

Can you hear the difference?
"Vulchazor", Zorn!

Your mother basically called me
a war criminal.

If there's one time you can't
be a criminal, it is during war.

- That is a fact. - God, I should have
never let you in the house.

All I wanted today,
was for my mom to see

that after all the mistakes
I've made,

- my life is finally in a good place.
- Thanks a lot, Dad.

I was this close to music school.

Okay, okay, okay, look, look, look,
none of this was my fault,

like, at all, but I'll be the
bigger man and apologize. Happy?

Roberta, look, I'm, uh,

I'm really sorry
about what happened,

and I brought you some
smorkleberry pie.

All right, let's drop this act,
you little son of a bitch.

You ruined my daughter's life.

She had everything going for her
until you came along

and dragged her by the hair
into some cave.

I dragged her by her jean jacket,
and she liked it.

You're a poison to this family.

Okay, fine.
You hate me, I hate you,

but can't we just pretend
to get along for one meal?

Please?

Okay, I'm coming in!

Wait a minute, hold on a second.

"If the berry's yellow,
you're not okay, fellow."

Well, shoot!
That's just confusing.

Oh, my God,
what am I gonna do?

"Edie, I killed your mom."

No, no, no, no, no.
Can't say it like that.

"Hey, Edie. Could I get the
number for your masseuse?"

Why is that weird?

Well, then I won't schedule her
on the same day as you, okay?

You know what?
I'm getting the feeling

that this isn't about
a scheduling conflict. Yeah.

No, uh, no, I'm starting
to think that maybe you complain

to her about me while you're
getting massages.

Well, don't you think she'd want
to meet me

after hearing so much about me?

No. If it's that big of a deal,
never mind. God!

Also, I killed your mom.

Yeah.
Yeah, that's the way to go.

Stupid, itchy...
Wait, wait, wait.

Zorn, I'm with a p...

Huh. Never mind.
What can I do you for?

Yeah, uh, is there some way

to undo poisoning someone
with smorkleberries?

Does a Grithian herdsman
have nine anuses?

I'm asking because I'm treating
this Grithian herdsman

and I'm not sure he
has the right number.

I can't believe that I thought
for one second Zorn had changed.

Well, to be fair,
don't you think that Roberta

was pushing Zorn's buttons
a little bit?

- Do you think that?
- No.

Let me go look for that
microbead pillow.

Psst.

Hey.

Over here.

Dad, what is it?
What do you...

Oh, my God,
you killed Grandma!

I didn't kill her...
Uh, no, actually, I did.

But, know what? It's cool,
'cause I can bring her back.

From the dead?
Are you kidding?

What? Are you just gonna
brew a magic potion?

Oh, you spoke to Klorpins
already. Great.

Okay, that saves me
a lot of explaining.

But I'm gonna need
your help, okay?

I need you to gather
these ingredients.

"Three sprigs of eucalyptus.
A bone of beast"?

What is this crap? I'm not gonna...
How am I gonna find this?

That sounds like an
Alangulon problem to me.

♪ The dishes in the sink get
scrubbed, scrubbed, scrubbed ♪

- # Scrubbed, scrubbed, scrubbed #
- Bone of beast.

♪ Scrubbed, scrubbed, scrubbed ♪

- # The dishes in the sink. #
- Hey.

Ha. I love that song.

- Did I tell you that?
- Oh, thank you so much.

I wish I could take credit for it,

but it's been in my family
for generations.

- Hmm.
- What are you hiding behind your back?

- Nothing.
- Really? Because the wishbone

was drying over here
a second ago.

- Uh...
- Alan, look, I can't let you

be alone with it until
the official breaking.

Uh, Craig, come on. I need it.

- Can you just give it to me?
- No, Alan.

Please, I want to wish that my
dad's cancer will go away.

Craig, give it.
Just, Craig, I need it.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Alan, what the hell is going on here?

- Okay, I got all the stuff you needed...
- Oh, Alangulon.

- Look, I solved it.
- Oh!

Hey! What's he doing here?

I filled Craig in on everything,
all right?

- He's here to help.
- I'd really like to help

you bring her back from the dead.

Too many of my patients
have killed themselves.

- Nothing.
- Why isn't it working?

I did everything Klorpins said to.

- Zorn, I'm with a...
- Yeah, Doc, look,

I followed your potion to the T,
and the old girl is still dead.

Did you kiss her yet?
You always have

to kiss people
back from the dead.

You don't have to be
a cave doctor to know that.

Ugh! Gross.
Alan, kiss your grandmother.

I can't commit incest.

Well... I mean, I guess she's
not my mother-in-law yet, so...

it's not weird, right?

Yeah, it's weird.

- Uh, nope. More tongue.
- Are you serious?!

Also, you have to do
that thing where you suck

on her bottom lip real sexy.

Ugh. Gross.

Ah. Uh, tilt me down a little.
Yeah, yeah.

Gross.

Oh, she's coming back!
It's working!

Craig! Are you kissing my mom?!

Edie, it's not what you think.

Zorn killed your mom,
and I'm bringing her back to life.

- What?!
- Nice, Craig.

- Zorn, you killed my mom!
- And brought her back to life.

- You keep leaving that part out.
- She was right about you all along.

I should have never
let you back into our lives!

- Mom!
- Come on, Edie.

No, no, hey.
She's right. It was all me.

I mean, all I wanted was to
spend Thanksgiving with you guys,

but I've obviously ruined everything.

I-I thought I'd changed,

but then I show up
and I kill an elderly lady.

So, I, uh... I'm sorry.

You guys can keep the pie,

but, you know, probably
don't want to eat it.

Maybe you can have some,
though, Craig.

So, I was dead for 40 minutes?

Yeah. Crazy, right?
Really makes you think about life

and, like, following
your dreams and stuff.

Which for me, personally, it's attending

- a summer music program.
- Alan, I'm not an idiot.

I know that you have
been working me all day

to get me to pay
for that music program.

- Me? No, I haven't been...
- I'll do it.

That's great! Oh, my...
Grandma, that's so cool...

The only thing
I ask in return is that

- you never speak to Zorn again.
- What?

- Mom... what are you doing?
- Uh, Edie, um...

Alan, can you
excuse us, please?

Hey, Alan, you can help me
clean the brine bucket.

Okay, yeah, mm-hmm.

Mom, Zorn is his father.

Alan loves him.
You can't ask that of someone.

How many more lives
does Zorn get to ruin?

He is a poison.

I am the only one fighting
to save this family from a poison.

- That's all I'm trying to do.
- So you were pushing his buttons.

I was looking out for you.

You know, when you said
you were coming to visit,

I thought finally, finally,
you might look at my life

and, I don't know, be proud of me.

Oh... Edie...

you've always been
such a needy child.

You know, Mom,
Zorn is not the poison here.

Well... if you're gonna choose
that barbarian

over your own mother,
maybe I should leave.

I guess maybe you should.

But no matter how peacefully

this noble bird-headed man
tries to lead his life...

Three-quarters of this is lies!

But damn it if it's not well done.

- So, she just took off?
- It was hard. Really hard.

But the thing is,
she's always been this way.

- I just didn't see it until now.
- I guess you were right...

- people never really change.
- No. Sometimes they do.

Wow. I should've killed
your mom years ago.

See? That's what
Thanksgiving is all about.

Family.

Mending old relationships,
making new ones.

Aw, [bleep] you,
son of a [bleep], Craig.

Zorn.

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