All language subtitles for The Golden Girls - 05x02 - Sick and Tired (2)

♪ Thank you for being a friend

♪ Traveled down the road
and back again

♪ Your heart is true

♪ You're a pal and a confidante

♪ And if you threw a party

♪ Invited everyone you knew

♪ You would see the biggest
gift would be from me

♪ And the card attached
would say

♪ "Thank you
for being a friend" ♪

(Rose) On the last episode
of "The Golden Girls"...

I have heart palpitations.

I can't concentrate.
I forget things.

I... I get confused.

Well, now I know what my destiny is, Rose.
I'm gonna be a novelist.

Dorothy, I don't believe
you're sick, but you do.

Girls, I have writer's block.

It is the worst feeling
in the world.

Try ten days without
a bowel movement sometime.

Everybody thinks I'm crazy.
Maybe I am.

There's nothing
wrong with you, Dorothy,

except what happens
to all of us.

In case you haven't noticed,
you're not 30.

Dorothy could be dying
and they just don't know it.

(banging)

Dorothy, Dorothy.

Don't smash the Play-Doh.

Sorry.

Well, as far as doctors go,
you've certainly seen the best.

The best don't exist anymore.
The best are dead.

Well, I don't know about that.
Oh.

You're the exception, Harry.
I didn't mean you.

So do you think I'm crazy too?

Dorothy, I think
you're very sane.

Just because a doctor
hasn't found something

doesn't mean there
isn't something there.

Are you serious?

How come you know that
and they don't?

First of all, I know you.
You're a stable person.

If you say you're sick,
you probably are sick.

Now, I want you to see
Michael Chang.

He's a virologist on staff
here at the hospital.

There are all kinds of diseases we didn't
know about before. Look at Lyme disease.

Harry, am I gonna die?
I'm afraid so.

Do you really think so?
Sooner or later, I guarantee it.

Unless, of course, the Japanese
come up with something.

There you go.
Here's his name and number.

My God,
what handwriting doctors have.

I can't even read this,
and I just wrote it

Here it is.
Thank you, Oliver.

How are you gonna know
it's not chicken soup?

We don't keep chicken soup here.
We only have vegetable soup.

If that looks like vegetable soup,
you're in a lot of trouble.

How are you gonna
know it's mine?

Because I'll put
your name on it.

How old are you?

Too old for you.

Has he been your doctor
ever since you were little?

He's not my doctor.

He's my friend.

Oh.

Oh, Oliver, Oliver!

The bottle, please.
Thank you.

Listen, Harry.

Thank you. Thank you.
I can't tell you what it means

to have someone
like you believe me.

Give me that.
That's not his.

He had Buddy Kline
do it for him.

This is a proxy?

He'll do it in his own bed,

but there's something about
doing it in a public place.

Kinda like sex.

Maybe where you come from.

Rose, what the hell
are you doing?

I'm making omelets for us
without yolk

so we don't get
too much cholesterol.

That leaves these yolks,
which I hate to throw out,

so I thought we'd give them
to the homeless.

Fine. Give them egg yolks.

They'll die of heart attacks.
They won't need homes.

Your heart's
in the right place, Rose,

but I don't know
where the hell your brain is.

Morning.

Oh, Dorothy, you look terrific.
Where are you going?

To see that specialist
that Harry recommended.

Wipe off your makeup.
What?

You look too healthy. Maybe that's why they
don't believe you. You don't look sick.

She should go.
They'd believe her.

Blanche, you look terrible.

What day is this?

I've been up for 72 hours.
I had a breakthrough.

I discovered
a new form of writing.

I will go down in history.

First I wrote all day,
then I tore it all up,

and then that night
it came to me,

and the words poured forth
like liquid from a stream.

It was almost
a mystical experience.

Somebody else was writing this.

Who?

Everyman.
This is everyman's work.

It's all gold.
Just open it anywhere

and the magic will touch you.

But I'm so tired.
I must sleep.

And I cannot sleep.
I am too tired to sleep.

I will never sleep again.

I may die from this.

What am I gonna do?

My God, I'm hallucinating.

I see little balls
of sunshine in a bag.

Does this mean something?

Those are egg yolks, Blanche.

My brain's gone.

My body is limp
with exhaustion.

I suppose all the greats
knew this feeling.

And the thing is,
after all this

I've decided not to sell my
book. It's too good to sell.

They can publish it after I'm
dead, like Vincent van Gogh.

Van Gogh
was a painter, Blanche.

Whatever.
It's all the same thing.

We're all artists.
We're all misunderstood.

He cut off his hair.
Maybe I'll cut off mine.

He cut off his ear.

I have too many earrings.

We gotta go.

I hate to leave.
I've never seen a show like this before.

Good luck, Dorothy.
I hope he finds something wrong with you.

Oh, I don't mean
something wrong wrong.

I mean something wrong
so you know you're right

when you know
there's something wrong

and you haven't been
wrong all along.

My God, I can't even understand people
when they speak anymore, I'm so tired.

What'd she just say, Dorothy?
Was that a poem?

Rose, make her lie down.
I do try.

I try, but I just pop right up again
like one of those clowns you hit.

I'll never rest.
I'll never rest again.

Have a good time, Dorothy.
Buy me a present.

I'll make you
some nice hot milk

and then we're gonna
pile you into bed.

Rose, you're my friend so I'm
gonna let you read a few pages,

but you have to give me your word
you won't tell anyone. Your word.

Of course. And then will you sleep?
Whatever.

I can trust you, I know I can.
You're from Minnesota.

People from Minnesota
are honest. They don't lie.

What could you possibly find
to lie about on a farm?

Must be some state.

Lots of lakes
and nice, pale people.

I'd drown myself.

Read, Rose.
Don't talk.

I must publish
a guide to go with my book.

It's too full of references people
could not possibly understand.

It will be taught
in universities.

Rose, what is this?
Yellow eyeballs are staring at me.

Those are egg yolks, Blanche.

Blanche, you are exhausted.
You have to sleep.

To sleep, perchance to dream.

My God, what a wonderful line.

Oh!

I'm getting so good
I can't stand it.

I ought to write that
in my book, that line.

What do you think, Rose?
What page are you on?

To tell the truth, I don't
understand any of this.

It doesn't seem
to make any sense.

Doesn't make sense?

Since when are you a literary
critic, Rose Nylund?

I'm not.
You're from Minnesota.

What have you read,
for God's sake?

Silas Marner? Paul Bunyan?

Nothing.
You know nothing.

People from Minnesota
are considered well-read

if they get through
the Sears catalog.

Give me back my book.

This is why Hollywood
won't get it either.

I will not have my words coming out of
Glenn Close's mouth. I'd rather die.

Come on, Blanche.
We're gonna get you to bed.

But it's my duty to the public.

No, I must have it published.
It's my duty.

Oh, my God, I'm so tired.

Come on, you can sleep
right here, honey.

Tell me a story, Rose.

That always puts me to sleep.
It works every time.

Just tell me
one of your boring stories.

OK.

I want you to know I'm crazy
about Chinese people.

Ma.
It's a compliment. I am.

Thank you, Mrs. Petrillo.

Chinese people
revere the elderly.

In this country we throw away
anything that's old.

But you people don't.
That's a beautiful thing.

You also have the most
gorgeous hair in the world.

Even when it's humid.

Ma, please,
let Dr. Chang read.

It's OK, Mrs. Zbornak.
I'm finished.

You've seen
some wonderful doctors,

but I really can't agree
with their findings.

There are new diseases
arising all the time -

things we don't necessarily
have tests for -

but that doesn't mean
the diseases don't exist.

See how terrific
the Chinese are?

With the most terrific food.

Tasty, but not fattening.
I don't care what anyone says.

I don't get hungry
an hour later.

Ma, let Dr. Chang finish.

I love Chinese checkers.
It's much better than plain checkers.

And chopsticks -
what a great idea.

Who knows what fork to use
at a dinner party?

Chopsticks, you don't feel like an idiot.
Ma, enough!

Dr. Chang, please.

Well, I think that you are sick.

I think you have something called chronic
fatigue syndrome. It's fairly recent.

There are many theories, but
most of us believe it's a virus.

It just has not
been identified yet.

The man's a genius.

By the way,
I loved Flower Drum Song.

Doctors just kept telling me
I was depressed.

Depression can make a person feel
tired, but it doesn't start suddenly,

give you swollen glands, sore
throat and all the other symptoms.

Now, there are certain
blood tests, which we'll do,

and if those results
are abnormal

that combined with the exclusion
of the other diseases

will compose a profile

that actually
thousands of people fit.

So I really have
something real?

I would say
you most certainly do.

We should have our answers
in a couple of weeks.

How long will it last?
I mean, will it go away? Does it get worse?

Does anyone die from it?

Well, no one has died from it.

We don't know how long it lasts.

Some people recover in months,

some still have it
after ten years,

but that happens
in other diseases as well.

You take multiple sclerosis.

Some people
have 20-year remissions,

others wind up in wheelchairs.

There are variations.

You're a genius.

All your people are brilliant.

The Chinese invented pasta,
you know.

We take credit for it,
but we just added oregano.

Well...

All I can say at this point
is try to adapt to it.

Rest when you need to, eat well,
eliminate stress if you can.

Right now there is no cure, and no one
thing that relieves symptoms in everyone.

Right now I'm afraid you'll
just have to live with it.

Oh, why didn't they tell me,
all those doctors I saw?

I'm sure some of them
weren't familiar with it.

The ones who have
heard about it

sometimes have trouble
believing it exists,

since they're not able to see it
under their microscopes just yet.

Those colleagues of mine,
unfortunately,

tend to blame the victim.

I can't tell you
what a relief this is.

I'm sure.

Are there any other questions
that I could answer for you?

Not now, not that I can think of.
Maybe later.

Right now
I can't even think straight.

If there are no more questions,
I'll order some blood work...

I have a question.

Of course,
Mrs. Petrillo.

When I order at Fung Chow's
and say no MSG,

do they really
put it in anyway?

I don't believe it.
Another rejection.

And this one isn't even personal.
It's a form letter.

They just filled in my name
at the top, see?

Oh, I'm so upset.

I put everything
into this, Rose,

all of me, I held nothing back.

Then to have some snotnosed
little kid from Harvard

send me a form letter, oh!

I'm so mad I could scream.

(screams)

That's the first time
I ever heard anybody say

"I'm so mad I could scream"
and actually do it.

It's like saying, "I laughed
all the way to the bank."

I never saw anybody
do that either.

I did all this work, Rose.
I worked so hard.

Oh, I know you did, Blanche.

All I ever wanted
was to be special.

I thought this would do it.
I thought I'd publish a novel and I'd be special.

'Course, I've always been
special because of my looks,

but they won't last forever.

I have to be realistic -
another 20 or 30 years.

My face and body
might start to go

and then I'll have nothing
to make me special.

That's not what makes
a person special, Blanche.

You're special because you're a
kind, decent, loving individual

with a wonderful heart and a
beauty that comes from your soul.

That's that Minnesota crap again
about the meaning of life.

Well, Blanche, what else is there
besides love and kindness?

How about fame and fortune?
That doesn't bring happiness.

Like hell it doesn't.

You know, I'm getting sick
of you knocking Minnesota.

Maybe we're not
as sophisticated as Miami,

maybe we don't have French
boutiques and valet parking

and face-lifts
for Christmas vacation,

but we have friends and family

and a sense of community
and caring,

and that's pretty special.

And our people are special too.

And if we have farms,
that's great.

Without farms,
you couldn't eat,

and without eating, you wouldn't
be able to go on a diet,

and if you couldn't do that, what would
you do for the rest of your life?

Was I harsh?

Ladies, drinks?

Champagne.
The best you have.

Dorothy, that's so expensive.
Shut up, Rose.

This is my treat.
It is a celebration.

What are we celebrating?

My daughter found out
she has a debilitating disease.

Oh!

And it has a name.
I am thrilled. We all are.

Well, of course.

Congratulations.
Champagne it is.

I can't tell you what a relief
it is to just be sick,

not sick and crazy,

and to know what I have,

and that a lot of other people
have the same thing.

I don't like the name.
I think it ought to have a better name.

That's what Dr. Chang said.

Chronic fatigue syndrome

makes it sound like
I'm just a tired person

when it is so much more
than that.

I think they should
name it after you.

Zbornak syndrome.

Zbornak syndrome.
That sounds like a chess move.

Devereaux's disease
has a nice ring to it.

Oh, my God.
Oh, it was just a thought.

It's him.
Who?

I can't believe it. I saw him first.
Who is it? Where is he?

It's Dr. Budd, the neurologist
I saw in New York.

The one who told me
I was just getting old

and to go see a psychiatrist.

Dorothy, don't make a scene.
Order without me.

Dr. Budd?
Yes.

You probably don't remember me,
but you told me I wasn't sick.

Do you remember?
You told me I was just getting old.

I'm sorry.
I really don't...

Remember.
Maybe you're getting old.

That's a little joke.

Well, I tell you, Dr. Budd,
I really am sick.

I have chronic fatigue syndrome.
That is a real illness.

You can check with
the Center for Disease Control.

Oh, well, I'm sorry about that.

Well, I'm glad.
At least I know I have something.

I'm sure.
Well, nice seeing you.

Not so fast.

There are some things
I have to say.

There are a lot of things
that I have to say.

Words can't express
what I have to say.

What I went through,
what you put me through...

I can't do this
in a restaurant.

Good.
But I will.

Lewis, who is this person?
Look, miss...

Sit. I sat for you
long enough.

Dr. Budd, I came to you
sick - sick and scared.

And you dismissed me.
You didn't have the answer.

Instead of saying, "I'm sorry.

I don't know
what's wrong with you,"

you made me feel crazy,
like I had made it all up.

You dismissed me.

You made me feel
like a child, a fool,

a neurotic who was wasting
your precious time.

Is that... is that your
caring profession?

Is that healing?

No one deserves that kind of treatment, Dr.
Budd, no one.

I suspect, had I been a man,

I might have been taken
a little bit more seriously

and not told
to go to a hairdresser.

Look, I am not going
to sit here anymore--

Shut up, Lewis.

I don't know where you doctors
lose your humanity,

but you lose it.

If all of you at the
beginning of your careers

could get very sick and
scared for a while,

you'd probably learn more
from that than anything else.

You'd better start
listening to your patients.

They need to be heard.

They need caring,
they need compassion.

They need attending to.

Someday, Dr. Budd, you're gonna be
on the other side of the table,

and as angry as I am, and as
angry as I always will be,

I still wish you a better doctor
than you were to me.

Are you all right? I feel better
than I have felt in a long time.

To my friends...

who made being sick a little
easier because they cared.

Oh!

This is the best champagne
I've ever tasted.

It should be.
It's $430 a bottle.

Rose, I can't afford that!

You did say the best.

Rose, for heaven's sake, you
should have told me what it was.

(overlapping chatter)

Ma, what am I gonna do?
Just calm down.

I'll show you an old Sicilian trick.
This is how I grew up poor

and managed to eat in the best
restaurants in all of Italy.

Watch.

Look, learn.

It's awful! Swill!
Is there a problem?

You're supposed to take off your socks
before you step on the grapes. Taste this.

Oh, dear.

Ladies, I'm terribly sorry.

I'll get you a new bottle.

No, no.
It lingers on the palate.

We won't be able
to drink champagne for weeks.

Well, at least
let us pay for your meal.

If you insist.

Thank you.

Now it's a celebration!