All language subtitles for The Chicken Sisters s02e04 Let Your Hair Down

I don't know if y 'all heard what
happened previously on the Chicken

I want a nickname.

Don't talk about AZ.

I'm gonna have to give it to you.

Nothing's going on between me and Sergio
anymore.

I'm your daddy.

It's day -old chicken my mama brought
over.

You're serious about fixing that train
arm? Seriously, it's a heart attack.

I want to be youthful. I want to make a
difference.

I'm so sorry.

I've really missed you. I have the
bachelorette plan down to the smallest

detail. I am, as you know, a chill
bride. That is exactly what chill brides

I know.

Nothing says love like a heaping
spoonful of homemade strawberry

knew that since she was knee -high to a
bullfrog.

She knew the secret wasn't just finding
the perfect berries.

Wow, look at that one. Good job.

You gotta slice them just right.

Timber them low and slow and add lots of
patience and even more sugar.

Why don't you go outside and play for a
little bit?

This kind of commitment wasn't for the
faint of heart. With each year that

passed, May kept her eyes on the prize
and worked hard at perfecting her

And eventually, if you do it right, when
you open that fresh jar and enjoy the

fruits of your labor, you'll see it was
all worth it.

Come on now, May.

Amanda already opened up the preserve.

Let me just finish this one thing.

You know May's going to be scrubbing
pots in the sweet hereafter.

See to it you don't get distracted.

Leave it on the back burner and it's
bound to boil over and you'll end up

Oh no.

Everything okay?

Don't worry, I have it under control.

If I wanted to be a bodybuilder, I'd
start drinking raw eggs.

You

came

to bed late.

You didn't move on to episode four
without me, did you?

I don't dream cheat, babe.

I was finishing my vows.

Your face did the thing.

I might be a little behind on my vows.

Not overly behind, just a normal,
acceptable amount of behind.

Okay. I've written a couple of drafts,
but... Uh -huh.

And I know yours are going to be
perfect.

I just want mine to be, too.

It's a lot of pressure to put all the
way you feel about a human being into a

couple of paragraphs. Steve, whatever
you say is going to be amazing.

I just do need you to write them or
they're never going to find your body.

Are you going to make it to work on
time?

No. You know, I've never been late a day
in my life.

Not even when my water broke.

Is this because Clayton came to visit
last night? Because I'll give him a

talking to.

No, it was the dang train arm.

I mean, usually I can lift it up, but I
don't know. Today I just didn't have it

in me.

Are you feeling tired?

It was the train arm.

Don't you worry about me. Just worry
about getting that milk in the fridge,

Nancy hated the idea of Gus being in
that kind of pickle. She was determined

never happened again.

Hey.

Did you get home okay?

I did.

How about you?

Yeah.

I was thinking about you when I got
home.

You were?

Yeah, I was thinking about a good
nickname for you.

Oh, okay.

And I think I got one.

Okay. What is it? I think we should call
you... Biscuit.

Because you're so good with jams.

I think I'm better with sauces.

No jams, like problems.

Okay, yeah. When something comes up, you
just, you always handle it with ease

and confidence.

Biscuit.

I like that.

Me too.

Biscochito.

Biscochito. There you go.

Well, give me a shout if you need
something.

Biscochito.

I especially like it when you say it.

You're redder than a sunburnt tomato.

What?

Oh, yeah. It's hot in the kitchen.

Oh, Amanda.

I was hoping that you could sign my
petition to fix the train arm. Of

Yeah.

Line number two. If anyone can get that
stupid thing fixed, it's Mama Nancy.

I think I can.

Only 298 to go.

Oh,

that is a beautiful Beaujolais.

You sure this is enough wine for your
bachelorette party? Yes. Oh, this is a

sophisticated affair.

Okay, if you run out, I've got plenty
here. That's so true of you, but not

necessary. Do you want to send me an
invoice, or I can just give you my

card? I already paid for it.

Patrick! No!

Oh, no.

You and Kenneth have done so much
already.

Oh, no. I didn't pay for these.

Morning, May.

He did.

Oh, no, no.

That's too much. I can't. You know, I'm
hearing a lot of talking and not enough

partying.

Oh, thank you.

This was the kind of parental support
May had never had before.

She wondered if having a dad always felt
like the wind was at your back.

Why don't you let me load these up for
you?

I saw Cote d 'Aron in there. You know,
I've been to that venue.

You have?

That's tall.

Miss Nancy, y 'all are churning out some
of the crispiest chicken I've ever had.

Sergio's been calibrating the fryers.
You crunched so loud, I could wake the

dead. I'm so glad y 'all like it.

We deserve nice things, don't you think?

Not like that railroad arm.

I can't remember a day that worked
right.

Why don't we do something about it?

I have here this petition, and I thought
maybe you could sign it.

Miss Nancy, the only thing that I sign
are checks.

But it's just a little old petition. I
like to do my own research before

committing my signature to anything.

How about you, Magnolia?

Would you sign it? I like to see big
Tims.

Research. It could be part of the
railroad company's process.

And maybe we shouldn't mess with it.

Well, okay, Dan.

Nancy was raised to believe you catch
more flies with honey.

But sounds like her request wasn't
sticky enough.

Chicken is in my blood, in my soul. So I
need the chicken we serve here at Mr.

Chicken's Cluckery.

To be legendary.

I'm being paid for coming in early,
right?

Yes.

All right.

It's succulent.

Crispy. Oh, yeah.

Spice mix. It's complex, but it's not
pretentious.

It really takes you on a journey.

Now, this is a bold thought, but you're
a bold man.

How about we replace the Mr. Chicken's
cluckery chicken recipe with this one?

The goal of the franchise is not to make
good food, Frank Jr.

It's sameness. What?

Sameness. Same, same, same.

Sameness makes money.

Did I ever tell you my origin story?

Yes. See, when I was a little boy, I
used to love money.

And that's actually what got me in to
the franchise business.

But couldn't good chicken also make
money? No.

Good chicken costs money. Too much
money.

Might as well put gold bars in every
order.

Mmm.

Now that's the face of a man determined
to change his destiny.

It's also the face of a man who inhaled
too much flour.

You betcha.

I hear he has a metal credit card. He
can't even shred. Who?

Maysdale.

Kurt, you hear that?

Pearl was eavesdropping on him at the
inn, and she told Dot, and Dot took her

cat in to get allergy shots, so she told
Mary Pat, and then Mary Pat told me.

You have his driver's license number,
too? He's an organ downer.

When are you going to meet him?

Tomorrow. I will tell you all about it.

You're a queen and a saint.

Ah, welcome to Chicken Sisters.

Hey, it's just me. Karen, we're okay?
Perfect.

Are you just passing through town?

No, actually, I came to try your
chicken.

I saw you guys on Kitchen Clash. Yes,
like the many before you.

No rush on that.

Too bad you didn't like it.

The chicken was great, but those hash
puppies were otherworldly. Oh, I know.

Buttery and crispy.

I don't know if Sergio does it. I would
love to pay my compliments to the chef.

Oh. Um, well, you can try.

He pretends he hates compliments, but
secretly he eats them up. Yeah, I know

type.

Yeah, come on back.

Nikita.

I thought you'd be happier to see me.

Wait, y 'all two know each other?

Oh, yeah, yeah. We go way back.

Right, Sergio?

He was the prep cook at Alinea in
Chicago.

I was a junior bartender.

We had a fun time, didn't we?

Yeah.

Well, that's nice, having an old friend
come all this way for a visit.

She's not my friend.

She's my ex -wife.

Huh.

This is where you ran away to after our
divorce.

What do you want?

You weren't answering my calls.

I put you in my phone as do not answer.

I'm hearing as I'm still in your phone.

It's like the Haley's Comet of gossip.

It only comes once or twice in a
lifetime. I can't believe he was married

her. She's gorgeous.

But like...

So gorgeous that it's gone full circle
and now she's ugly.

I appreciate the effort, Charlotte, but
it doesn't matter.

He can divorce anyone he wants to. He
can do whatever he wants.

We're friends.

He's fine. I'm fine. She's fine. You say
so.

Oh, Miss Nancy, what's wrong?

I told you, don't Google your symptoms
if you don't feel good. The Internet's a

scary place.

I learned my lesson with that
intermittent rash.

It's not that.

No one will sign my petition.

Who's not?

Thank you, but at this rate, I'll still
be getting signatures after I'm dead and

buried.

I don't understand.

I asked everyone so nicely.

Well, there's your problem. What do you
mean? You're asking them, and you should

tell them.

I don't know if I can do that.

Now, don't go selling yourself short,
Mama Nancy.

You've got grit under that lace.

Thank you.

You've got two minutes.

I bought the abandoned pharmacy.

In Lincoln Park?

We always dreamt about converting. I'm
opening a concept restaurant there.

Congratulations. I want you to be my
head chef.

Full menu control.

I have financing, permits, the staff.

I have everything I've ever wanted.

Everything but you.

I know I didn't handle things well.

Please. Please just hear me out.

Fine, okay.

We can talk later.

Your hash puppies were outstanding.

You already knew that.

Bye.

Hey,

Gus. Hi.

If you're hungry, you're three hours too
late.

So you're not happy to see me?

I didn't say that.

Don't sit there. That chair is hanging
on by a wing and a prayer.

Take this safe.

So, is this a personal visit or you get
roped into Amway?

Actually, I was hoping you'd help me
with my wedding vows.

With your wedding vows?

Oh, I am the last person you should be
asking. The only thing I haven't

men was trouble.

Well, it's, um, it's about May.

I know who she is now, but I want to
know who she used to be.

Don't ask him.

Help.

Excuse me, everybody.

Hey!

Listen up.

Thank you.

I know you all are just like me, sick
and tired of that dang train arm causing

problems.

Patrick, you were just telling me the
other day that you had to lift it up so

bunch of cars could go under it. Mm
-hmm. And Dot, you told me that you'd

go the long way than sell your clothes
by lifting up that dirty old thing.

Yeah, I did.

Now, you all can just sit there thinking
it is what it is, or you could do

something about it. Do something about
it?

Can't hear you louder.

Do something about it. Do something
about it. That's right. That's more like

Now, I have this here petition, and
maybe you could pass it around. Thank

much, Patrick.

Now, sign it pretty.

It won't bite.

Okay, Mama Nancy.

Being in charge sure looks good on her,
doesn't it?

Okay. I'm here.

Put me to work.

Oh, that is okay.

It's all taken care of.

Mae, I'm your maid of honor. You have to
let me do something.

Oh, yeah, sorry about that.

Sabrina, can you get that? On it!

Like that. I could have gotten the door.

Hi!

Whoa!

That is not a natural state for lunch
meat. Oh, not yet, not yet.

No problem.

I could use some ketchup.

There's dovetailing in all the drawers.
Great. Glad. Can you see my spray pan?

Welcome to my sophisticate.

Come again? My sophisticate. She
combined the words sophisticated and

bachelorette.

Oh, yeah, it's a choice.

Okay, let's go to the dining room.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Like jazz music and wine.

What is this, my mama's book club?

Bottles? That's a Monopoly man move. I
did not put on sequins for rabbit food.

Oh, if you're not going to eat yours, I
got a couple of feral rabbits at home I

can put on some LB. This is very nice.

This is a classy party.

I think you're in red seat.

I'm sitting.

What is this, a bus to Fayetteville?
Okay, can you all try to act like your

house is broken?

This is a sophistication.

Is this brain?

Look how shiny these books are.

Okay, everyone.

Tonight, will you all please join me on
a culinary tour of my relationship, a

budding romance told through the taste
buds.

From the escargot of our first dinner
date to the cacio e pepe of our

engagement, I'm going to tell you the
story of our love through a seven

meal with the appropriate wine pairing.

You want to know about May's childhood?

Well, this is what's left of it after
the fire.

Time cards?

May was never late. Not once.

Thanks, Gus, but I was hoping for
something a bit more sentimental.

These are sentimental to me.

Look, Christmas Day.

May was 12 years old.

She forced me to stay open for all the
people in the town who didn't have any

place to go.

We had a full house.

She doesn't show it, but that girl has a
heart the size of Texas.

We hung up the Christmas lights, and
Ivan made some eggnog, and then Amanda

everybody up dancing to Rockin' Around
the Christmas Tree.

It was my favorite Christmas.

What about this one?

Oh, I remember this day.

Oh, yeah, I do.

And then, and this is the funny part.
Mind you, remember, this is our one

anniversary. We finally get there to
Delmonico's, and the maitre d' turns to

James and says that he's actually made
the reservation for the following night.

Shauna, that wine has too many cherry
undertones for this course. Your mama's

got too many cherry undertones.

That clap back doesn't quite work when
you like the person's mama. I'll finish

that off.

I like my wine in boxes.

It's easier to stack.

Mate, it's okay.

It's just wine.

No, I once broke up with a guy because
he ordered Chardonnay. You're yelling.

should be on the Pouille Fumé for this
course.

Does anyone have the right wine?

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

We can't veer off course.

We have to stay on track.

I'm just going to get everyone fresh
glass.

May did what she always did when things
went pear -shaped.

She jammed her wheel into it, squeezing
out all the fun.

Okay, I'll say it. The food is weird and
the vibes are off. Is May okay?

Okay, well, you know how most people can
relax and be carefree and have fun.

May's the opposite of that.

We just need to be supportive of her
vision.

But you guys, isn't everything you're
just so pretty? Pretty born.

I don't know what you're talking about.
This is fun.

I mean, what other party has a cake this
flat?

That's a cake?

I thought that was one brownie. You
know, you're her maid of honor. How

you let this happen to us?

When May gets in her party planning
mode, she turns into Terminator.

Hasta la vista, baby.

Of course she planned her own party.
Legally speaking, I don't think you can

call this a party. If you close your
eyes, you can almost pretend you're in

south of France.

Hmm.

Hints of great.

Also, why didn't she ask me for my bag?

I'm like the most famous host in all of
Maranac. You know, the drop is always

hot. Well, my isn't really a chocolate
wine kind of girl. Her idea of fun is

color coding to -do lists and organizing
her shirts by sleeve length. Well,

that's her problem. Why has it got to be
ours?

Go home. No, Mae, we were just joking
around.

Don't be like that. Like what?

I'm doing you a favor. You don't have to
pretend like you're having fun anymore.

Let's figure something out. I already
figured something out, and you ruined

So go.

This party is just classier than we were
expecting.

It's like how Shauna thinks a fancy shoe
is a sparkly flip -flop. True story.

We just needed to warm up to it.

Go home.

The bachelorette party is over.

Me too.

But I'm staying here.

You know what? I feel like going for a
very, very long walk right now.

Not so young.

Picklebacks at Fancy's?

I should have just planned it and not
told her. Well, that's easier said than

done. I have an older sister who still
bosses me around.

That's how I ended up with Bang.

It's not your fault.

This is a huge knot, and we can't let it
end with May microfiber in her

glassware. Look, May's my big sister,
and that comes with its own weird set of

rules.

But she's always taking care of me, and
I need to shake things up.

Then, baby, let's shake them.

We need provisions.

And walking shoes. Oh, ooh.

Yes.

He's not any more about my offer.

And believe you me, that fella never
tried to pull one over on May again.

She does not suffer fools.

Once in New York, she yelled at a guy
who did not offer a seat to a woman in

newborn. The entire train car clapped
when she was done with him.

That's my girl.

Well, go on.

Give me another.

This one.

This was May's prom night.

She missed it on account I was down with
the flu.

And I told her it was fine and that we
could just close until I was better, but

she knew that we were short that month.

She told me that prom was for people who
like to waste money on sequins and

you have those bad hairdos and... I knew
she was...

Looking forward to it, though.

You saved up for a full year for that
dress.

When traipsing down memory lane, if you
turn left past yonder, you're bound to

run into a bittersweet bump in the road.

She's the hardest corker I've ever
known.

Yeah, for better or for worse.

This is the last time May clocked out
before she left for New York.

I think I'm going to call it a night.

Okay.

Thanks, Carson.

Oh, I picked it. Good.

Yes, you did.

Maymore, you listen up. You are
officially relieved of your bachelorette

duties on account of you being terrible
at fun.

No, the moment has passed.

Don't you dare interrupt.

Prepare yourself for an evening filled
with surprises, murder,

stupilation, and celebration.

Celebration!

No, thank you. Don't drink things out of
bags or boxes, and just suppose you do

now. The more you try to fight it, the
more annoying I will be. You know she

it in her. I'm glad she does.

Sume, our queen for the night.

Oh,

the extreme darkness is shocking.

Okay, you're charied away.

And by charied, I mean you're up to
beat. Because we're walking.

We're walking. White pants.

White pants.

An extra two cents a serving. That's all
it costs to make good chicken.

That seems... attainable.

Mr. Chicken's Cluckery. Your home for
sauces and delicious fried chicken.

Well, you might be a genius, Frank Jr.

How could a man who couldn't even pass
his ACT come up with a finger -licking

recipe like this?

It's an old family recipe.

One he's been making his whole life.

Oh, it also happens to be the same
recipe they're making over at the

Sisters.

That dirty dog.

Wait, why are you all wearing safety
vests? Are we filling possums?

We couldn't get real bachelorette sashes
on such short notice. But they are chic

in a kind of campy way.

Yeah, they're from my neighborhood crime
watch. You know, we're still looking

for members.

I already told you I cannot commit to
night shifts. I need nine hours of

One for you.

One for you, your team.

Two for y 'all. I know you spill things,
Deidre.

Wait, did you drive here?

I was just full. Something I whipped up.

Okay. Here are some things we know and
love about May Moore.

She rocks the neutral like no one else
can. Oh, yeah. Well, that's true. When

she goes to a dinner party with four
forks, she knows exactly what to do.

She's got biceps that could cut glass.

And, most importantly, she goes crazy
for a to -do list.

So, I present to you May Moore's
Bachelorette Scavenger Hunt bingo!

This is absolute manipulation.

First team to complete the card wins.

You're on my team.

And... Go!

Oh, go!

I don't lose.

Stand under a street sign containing the
letter J. Do a cartwheel where you had

your first kiss.

Pose as a man in uniform. You know I'm
not 12, right? For this, it's just

futile, Mae.

Mae, my Macallan's over there. We need
to get a picture with his hat.

Unless you want everyone else to beat us
to it.

Okay, okay.

Got the hot sauce packet, which is good
because I just used the last one in my

purse. How does Sabrina seem to be in?

We are losing.

How is this fun? It's like you refuse to
lighten up.

What are you so afraid of, May?

I don't know.

Okay, well, while you figure that out,
hot sauce in your mouth. And tell me a

secret.

Boom.

Okay, I got it. I got it. I got it.

Do you remember that purple sweater that
you used to love? The one with the

unicorn riding the dolphin?

Cornetta! You didn't lose that. I threw
that away.

Why?

Because you loved it so much that you
didn't know that there were stains in it

and there were holes in the sleeves.

And everyone was making fun of you and
calling you raggedy, so I threw it out.

I'm so sorry.

You were looking after me.

You always looked after me.

My mouth is on fire!

Be careful,

Custer.

Good job.

300 signatures and then some.

Look at this.

I am so proud of you.

I'm going to give it to the mayor in the
morning.

Feels so good to cast a line and catch a
fish for once.

I bet.

I just wish we could be here to feed the
fruits of your labor.

You could hire any chef in Chicago.

Not like you.

You put together seasonal menus that no
one else can.

You are constantly pushing yourself.

And we both know that no one can handle
the chaos of a kitchen like you can. No

one.

What about Hugo?

I've moved on from him.

Professionally and personally.

Isn't that what you wanted?

For me to move on from him?

Yes.

I wanted you.

And all of this as long as I can
remember.

boxes until we get bingo. Oh, let's see,
let's see. How many left?

Oh, do a cartwheel where you had your
first kiss.

Not hitting that bench. No. That bench.

Bobby Crawford.

Do you remember him? He used to run like
a feral goose.

Backed house with you at the bar, me in
the kitchen, working late, walking home

together. It's all I ever wanted. I knew
you would say yes.

Okay, but I have an embarrassing
confession.

Oh, you grew up thinking prima donna
meant everything that happened before

Madonna? No. You thought Alaska was
connected to Hawaii because the math

put them in boxes next to each other?

No. You thought the actor Kevin Kline
created the brand Calvin Klein? No, I've

never done a cartwheel.

Oh, that's embarrassing.

I'm not saying yes.

I'm saying no.

That dream was all I ever wanted.

Until I came here.

What could possibly be here that's not
in Chicago?

All right, Miss Perfection, show us what
you got.

Isn't Amanda?

There is no way you guys have what we
had.

If Amanda had any lingering questions as
to why Nikita was there, they just got

answered.

Did you say yes? I sure did.

No to that, too.

They've traveled home.

What's wrong?

Your cord is all crashing because you
had too much fun.

Yeah.

Read it and sweep, ladies.

Respectfully, of course.

Never put us together again. Our
combined skills are dangerous.

Oh, no. May, take our win.

Nope. Yes!

No, no, you deserve it. I don't care
about winning.

Because I had fun.

You did?

Oh, my gosh. I'm so sorry. I almost
bored you all with wine pairings. I'll

barely recover.

That was the bachelorette. I never could
have planned for myself.

Now. Who is ready for eye masks and
nighttime vitamins?

Yes, it's two hours past my bedtime, and
by bedtime, I mean my scrolling time.

Yeah, I better get my donkey. It's tired
if I don't tuck her in.

Okay.

Hey, now I don't have to do arms day.

You can never skip arm day.

Go on.

Get out of here.

You got it, boss.

Hey, watching you with Mr. Chicken
earlier?

I've never seen someone with so much
passion, and I watch soap operas.

You think I have a passion?

Oozing out your pores.

Night, Frank Jr.

Hey, Jethro, from now on, how's about
you call me just Frank?

You got it, Frank.

And with that, Frank Jr., excuse me,
Frank tossed his lineage square into the

metaphorical garbage.

Do you know how you asked me what I'm
afraid of earlier?

Yeah.

It's not like a big deal, but I do have
a constant medium -grade terror all the

time. Even as a child, May had felt the
overwhelming weight of the world bearing

down on her.

All things that could cave in on her and
the people she loved at any moment.

You don't have to live like that
anymore.

You're safe.

You don't have to change it.

Lie, and you know it.

Thanks for making me run around town
like a fool.

You gave up a lot to take care of me.

when we were kids.

You protected me from all the terrible
things.

I must have been hard on you.

It was.

Well, I'm glad I got to give you a night
you never had when we were little.

Maybe we could do more of that.

Yeah.

You know why I never cared about having
a relationship with my dad?

Because I always had two parents.

I had Mama and you.

But you gotta let me take care of you
sometimes.

Because that's what sisters do.

We take care of each other.

And it's not so lopsided.

Could you stay until I fall asleep,
Booger?

It's your thing, little mama.

When I reach out for you Like

a child

You're getting your muddy boots all over
my clean floor.

What do you want?

I wanted to see you.

Yeah. Mission accomplished.

You know, I've been going down memory
lane a lot since I've been back.

And it sounds like you have too.

So a woman can't listen to music unless
she's cleaning?

That's our song.

No, that was our song.

Jesse, might I have this dance?

Don't be ridiculous.

You know, we never did go to the prom.

Yeah, well, we missed out on a lot of
things.

So why don't we start making up for lost
time right now?

A perfect jam is a delicate dance.

But one worth getting right.

It's got to be a little sweet.

A little sour.

And it's got to simmer

low and slow.

And you got to know

when it's time to cool it down.

Don't the last time come too soon?

One down, eight to go, but it's no less
true. Don't the last time come too soon?

Love's always gonna leave you.

No matter what they say.

You only know what it is once it's gone.

When the last time was our last time
Should have told you that Last time

too soon

Oh,

now look at that.

There's nothing sadder in this world
than a biscuit without jam.