All language subtitles for Dream On (1990) S05E05.en

It's almost 5:00. Where the hell
is Judith, anyway?

- You told her 10:45, right?
- I made it 11:00.

My new appointment book only
has lines on the half hour,

so I round it up.

Ah, the widow Stone.

You're early.

Jude, Jude, quick, quick, quick,
Gibby's waiting in the office,
come on.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Now remember, the most important
thing about pitching a book?
Keep it short.

Okay? Easy on the psychobabble, right?

Let's go.

What? What? What's the matter?

It's just that I was walking
down Broadway,

and-- and the Richard Stone
Follies is opening, and--

- I'm not ready for this.
- Jude, come on.

Come on, you can't just
mope around forever.

Doing this book is
exactly what you need.

You know, it'll take
your mind off Richard.

More importantly,
it'll give us a chance to...

...help people, you know?
Really, really
make a difference.

I guess you're right.

That's the spirit.

Okay, come on, ready?

Let's go.

Toby.

Rats!

Here she is.

Ha, ha, Judy.

You look as refreshing
as a pool of spring rain
in a kangaroo's pouch.

Oh, thank you, Gibby.

So, Marty here tells me
you've got an idea that's
gonna blow my dress up.

Oh, I have a couple
of different ideas, actually.

Well, germs of ideas, really.

Maybe "germs"
isn't the right word.

I think what Judith
is trying to say is that

as a clinical psychologist
with many years of
practical experience--

Ooh. Oh, Marty. Is that
a self-help book I smell?

Uh, not exactly.

No, because no one's
actually helping themselves.

It's Judith helping others
to help themselves.

Same shit, different toilet,
Marty.

So, Judy,
anything else on the menu?

Uh, well,
I do have another idea.

Right, a new and improved idea.
One that won't help anybody.

Judith?

I'm thinking
of publishing Richard's memoirs.

Uh, actually, Jude,
we don't, uh--

We don't do that sort of--
That sort of book.

Richard Stone's memoirs?

I've got
two words to say to that.

Ka-ching, ka-ching. Sold.

Ah! Really?

Oh, that's great.

With all due respect,
isn't Richard a bit overexposed?

Between the comic book

and the miniseries
and the board game,

I mean, you know,
enough is enough.

These are the words of the most
important man of our time,

brought to us by his muse,

the woman
who inspired him to greatness.

Okay, okay, enough already.

Well,
that's very sweet of you to say.

But-- but-- but--

Good point, Marty.

So, uh, what pearls of wisdom
might be finding these diaries?

Uh, well, uh,
I haven't read them yet.

That's right, Gibby.
It's much too painful for her.

No, no, it's because
Richard wrote them in Aramaic.

He always felt
constrained by the poetic
limitations of English.

Don't we all?
Judy, you are a genius.

Marty, you hire a translator,
let's grease this one up,
and slip it in for Christmas.

Wait! Wait, maybe Judith

has an even better idea, right?

I mean, she crochets.
We could do a crocheting book.

Marty, here's a little tip
for you. When I get up,
that means the meeting is over.

So, Judy,
let's have lunch tomorrow.

We'll discuss your advance.

And if your editor here
gives you any trouble,

just give my rope
a little tug, eh?

Thank you, Gibby.

You were right. That was fun.

Yeah. Swell.

You've just committed suicide.

I'm confused here.

June 7th, Richard invents

solar-powered dialysis machine
that fits into a fanny pack.

Do you file that
under "Great Inventions"
or "Breakthroughs in Fashion"?

Actually, it should go
into "High School Years."

He made it for the science fair.

Some of us had a paper route
after school, you know?

Oh, Here it is,
December 13th, our first date.

Oh, it was so romantic.

Richard made dinner,
we listened to Sinatra,

we had dessert,
then Sinatra left,
and we had champagne.

God, I'm starving.
Let's get some lunch.

- That's strange. Not in here.
- No kidding. I'm buying.

Great! I'm thinking
something pricey with the word
"laze" or "shaze" in it.

- I'll make reservations.
- Oh, my God, Martin. Read this.

He saved my life.
He saved my mother's life.

- And mine.
- And mine, too.

It was a godlike thing to do.

Well, it's a little wordy,

but there's
nothing to cry about.

It's our wedding day.
He goes on for nine pages

about how he ended
some stupid famine,

and he doesn't even mention me.

I can't believe that's true.
Now, wait a minute.

- Here you are.
- In a footnote.

"Married J." He didn't
even spell out my name!

Go ahead and say something.

Richard was very busy, but isn't
that what you loved about him?
His selfless devotion to others.

No one gives a shit
about the others!

I mean, what about me?

He was my entire life,
and I was a fucking footnote!

Jude. Jude, look, maybe this
is all for the best, you know?

Maybe this is a sign that you
should stop mourning Richard,

and just-- just move on.

You're right, Martin.
You're right.

I am?

Here's your chance, Romeo.

Make the most of it.

Of course I am. Jude...

Jude,
you're still young and alive.

You might wanna think
about getting out there again.
You know, start dating.

Dating? Who's gonna ask me out?

- I'm the Widow Stone.
- Maybe there's somebody
you already know.

- Me.
- Someone you're
comfortable with.

- Me.
- Hmm.

Maybe. I don't know.

I know it's tough, Jude,
but just remember,

I-- I-- I--

♪ Love you ♪

I'm here for you.

I feel really good about this,
and I don't wanna rush things.

No, no, no, no.
I'm not gonna blow it this time.

I have a question.

Did a fucking safe
fall on your head?

What?

- Don't start with me.
- You just don't learn, do you?

I mean, it's like
going to see Gallagher twice.

You think he's gonna be
any better the second time?

Look, elastic to elastic.

Sean Connery taught
me this on our show

when we did
our salute to Lennon.

Just forget I even
mentioned it, okay?

- Give me it.
- All right, all right.
If you wanna fuck up your life,

at least don't fuck up
fucking it up.

- What'd you say?
- You say something?

Could you expand on that, please?

Jude is a basket case
right now, right?

Uh, she's crying all the time.
She's in a lot of pain.

You gotta jump all over that.

You are disgusting.

I am not going to take advantage
of a woman's pain.

On second thought...

Hey!

- Martin,
what are you doing here?
- I was thinking,

we never celebrated
you getting a deal, right?
So, surprise!

Oh, you know,
this is just really a bad time.

Jude, I know you're upset
about the whole footnote thing,

but it's a gorgeous afternoon.

Why sit inside, and mope
when we can be sitting outside

eating macaroni salad?

You love
macaroni salad, right, huh?

- It's from Zabar's.
- Well, you know, you're right.

Why don't you
just go to the park,

and find a spot,
and I'll join you.

Jude, come on, it's a big park.

Come on,
go get dressed, you sleepyhead.

What are these doing here?

Uh... I was, uh, dusting.

Please, I am not an idiot.

It's time Jeremy learned
to put his dirty clothes
in the hamper.

- Huh. Hello, Marty.
- Hello.

Oh, you found my skivvies, eh?
You can keep those if you like.

Got plenty more
back at the house.

- I-- I-- I--
- You-- you--

- I--
- You--

While we're chatting,
anyone like some juice?

I'll hang
your coat for you, Marty.

I told you it was a bad time.

Zabar's.

Too late, Marty.
I'm all zipped up.

Excuse me.

Funny we keep
bumping into each other.

"Funny" isn't the word
I'd use, Gibby.

Well, listen,
thanks for the goodies.

Your ex and I really
worked up an appetite,
if you know what I mean.

Don't mention it, please.

Quite a lass is our Judy.

I never would have
pegged her for a screamer.

I guess
it's old news to you, eh?

Shut up about her!

I'll tear that jaw
out of your face.

Look, Gibby,
I can't tell you what to do.

But I don't wanna hear about it,
and I do not wanna see it.

Yeah, all right.
Oh, by the way, having a little

"Welcome to Whitestone" bash
for the widow Stone.

So be a good elf
and leave Saturday night open.

Saturday's bad. Already made
plans. I have to buy a gun.

You can put that off
a day or two.

8:00 p.m. at Judy's place.

The beauty of that is I not only
save on rent for a hall,

but also cab fare home, eh?

Eh? Eh?

Be there or be fired.

I'll kill him.

- Morning.
- Martin, where have you been?

I've left a million messages
on your machine.

Yes, well, I've been
very busy doing a lot of...

...errands.

Anyway, I didn't wanna
bother you at a bad time.

Listen, I know you're upset.

I'm not upset. Who's upset?

Obviously this is an emotionally
charged situation--

I don't wanna talk about it.
You don't owe me
any explanations, right?

So let's just get to work.

Okay, fine.

All right.

What the fuck are you doing?

How could you do this to me?

I think I deserve
some sort of explanation.

Okay. Uh, Gibby asked me out,
and I said yes.

Oh, well, there you have it.
I hear Charles Manson's
up for parole.

Why don't I give him
your number?

Martin, I know
you have issues with Gibby,

- and granted, he's a little--
- Repulsive?

I was going to say "offbeat."

But that's what
I like about him.

He's wild and fun
and, uh, charming.

Charming? Charming?
Well, perhaps I misjudged him.

No, tell me, Jude,
how does he charm you?

Well, uh, sometimes

when we're out to dinner, he...

puts on his cute little
skits with condiments.

Oh, how adorable.

You can certainly
build a relationship on that.

I am not trying
to build a relationship.

For the first time in my life,
I am free to have empty
and meaningless sex.

What's wrong with that?

God knows you've had your share.

That is
completely different, I--

I didn't just bury my husband,
for God's sake, Jude.

Have some respect for the dead.

Excuse me, you're the one
who told me to start dating!

If you're gonna do everything
I tell you, then dump Gibby!

I'll go get him.
You can do it now.

All right.
This conversation is over.

Yeah, well,
you're the one who wanted
to talk about it, not me!

I'd like to hit somebody.

Great party.
You have a little something
right-- Sorry.

Very nice dress.

Oh, look, it's Martin.
Martin's here, Martin's here.

Oh, Martin.

I didn't think you'd come.

Jude, I-- I'm sorry
about the other day, you know?

I-- I acted like an idiot.

Oh, just forget it.

I mean,
I'm really glad you're here.

Here you are.

Beautiful.

Buenas noches, Marty.

Darling,
I am thirsty.

Get over here.

You've used the most degenerate
means to gain your ends.

You care for a shot, Marty?

No, no, thank you.
I'm watching my salt.

Salt.

My blood pressure.

You make me sick.

Excuse me?

Do I have to knit you a picture?

It's all over the office
how Gibby's snaking my boss.

Playing him like a cheap suit.

I can't even hold my head up
at the water cooler.

Whatever Judith does
is her own business.

If it doesn't bother me,
it shouldn't bother you.

Oh, really?
It doesn't bother you to picture

Gibby's fat, fleshy lips
pressed up against her neck,

or his hands wandering down
her white as porcelain derrière?

There's something
just boiling up inside of me.

Marty!

Well, you see,
the gift that I got for Judy,

it's a ten-day anniversary,

kind of
a personal record for me.

Uh, I went all out, too.
It cost me an arm and a nipple.

Ten-day anniversary, huh?
What is that, gravel?

I feel
so much closer to you now,

now that we've, uh--

Well,
fished from the same stream,

tilled the same soil,

fucked the same woman,
metaphorically speaking.

Gibby, I don't appreciate
that kind of talk.

"Lambada"!
Judy, that's our song!

It's gotta be
hard for you to watch.

I know if he was doing that
with my ex, I would--

Well, I probably
wouldn't do anything.

I mean, he is the boss,
but I would get really steep.

They are really going at it.

It's like they're
on fire or something.

You know, it just--
I mean-- I just shut up now.

Martin, I'm working
on my letter of resignation.

Would you call yourself
more of a gutless slug

or a spineless jellyfish?

Okay. Okay.

That's it.

Oh, no cutting in, Marty.

Martin, we can dance later.

Oh! Oh, you're dancing.
I'm sorry.

For a minute there,
I thought you were fucking.

No, no, no,
if we were fucking,
she'd be going like this.

Oh, my God!

- Gibby. Are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Haven't taken a hit like that
since I felt up my governess.

- Come on!
- Martin, kitchen. Now.

What the hell are you doing?

What are you mad at me for, huh?

He's the one who was mauling you
like some kind of a-- a mauler.

Look, I don't care if he was...

giving me a pelvic exam
on my dining room table!

You do not punch people out
at my party.

It wasn't people. It was Gibby.
On his best day he's
the world's biggest asshole,

- which you'd know if you weren't
out of your fucking mind.
- Oh!

You have really crossed
the line now, mister.

Okay, okay.
Just answer me one thing, okay?

What is your problem?

I mean, you're smart,
you're beautiful.

- You could go out with--
- Me.

With anybody
you like, why Gibby?

Why? Why? Come on.
Just tell me why.

Maybe because there's not you.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means
that maybe I slept with Gibby
because I still love you.

Oh, really, well, you have
a very funny way of showing it.

You still love me?

No, no, that came out wrong.

Uh, I don't love you.

No, wait,
that-- that came out wrong too.

Of course I love you.
I'm just not sure if I love you.

- What'd you say?
- Did you say something?

- Thanks for clearing that up.
- Martin, it would be

the easiest thing in the world
for me to fall back in with you.

Easy can be very good.
I mean, if that's what you want.

No, no, that's not what I want.

Obviously, we still
have feelings for each other.

You know, but we got
divorced for a reason.

Lots of reasons, actually.
Your inability to communicate,

your passive aggression,
your complete failure to--

I've got it.
I've got it. Reasons.

And just because Richard's gone

doesn't mean those reasons
have just, poof, disappeared.

You know, but maybe they will,

and maybe someday
we'll get back together again.

Or maybe we won't.

Or maybe we will.

What do you say? Yes or no?

I'm just not prepared

to make that kind
of a commitment right now.

Or maybe you are.

Although
I'm sensing that you aren't.

Um...

- Gibby.
- Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Let's just pretend
this ugliness never happened.

Till Monday morning.

Uh, Judy, be my little shadow.

- I've got a surprise
for you inside.
- I'll be right in.

- I-- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry.

- Are you okay?
- I'm fine. I'm fine.

It's-- it's nothing.
Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

Jude.

I just want you to be happy.

Yeah, me too.

Gather round. Gather round, all.

As you know, I have a very
special lady friend in my life.

And in honor of our
ten days of endless bliss,

I have commissioned
a highly overpriced artist

to capture
her beauty for posterity.

Carter. Careful there, Carter.

Jude, you're not
gonna keep going out
with him, are you?

Well, I wanna date a lot
of different men. You know?

I mean, right now it's Gibby,
but eventually
the novelty will wear off.

So I present to you
a painting I call:

Judy Has Seen Through
the Eyes of Her Lover.

I think
the novelty has, uh, worn off.

Disgusting, isn't it?

If it isn't
that little white hope.

Have you had a last wish?

Yeah, the right
to see Paris before I die.

How's the, uh--

Oh, Marty,
a nose, an Armani suit.

These are just things.

Fortunately,
we can put a price on them.

Would you like to write me
a check, or shall I just
garnish your wages?

Either way,
it's really up to you.

Okay, wages, it is.

Now put it out
of your mind, Marty.

Gibby Fiske may hold
his bishop from time to time,
but he does not hold a grudge.

Well, thank you, Gibby.

- That's very big of you.
- Ow! Ow!

Oh. Yeah, yeah.

Of course, that's not to say
that some Friday I'm not liable
to come popping in here

five minutes before you leave
on some expensive ski weekend

and ram so many manuscripts up
your bunghole that your rectum
becomes a huge paper cut.

- Catch you at the staff meeting.
- You bet.

Toby.

What? What's the matter?

You have to
read this right away.

I've never been
so moved in my whole life.

Really? What is it?

The Richard Stone Memoirs,

volumes 9 through 17.

"The Judith Sonnets."

It all rhymes like a limerick.

- Oh, really?
- My God, Martin.

After a woman
has been loved like this,

how could any other man
ever have a chance?

Thank you, Toby.
I'll get to it as soon as I can.

For good or ill...

she is my destiny.