All language subtitles for Baskets s04e04_English

(mailbox unlocks)

(cheering and applause)

TAMMY:
Hello, Sedona!

Hello.

Oh, my God.
The sunsets out here.

(chuckles)

Oh, are they gorgeous or what?

Okay, let's get to it.

This evening,
we're going to start

with what we know is real.

The present.

The now.

I want you
to take a deep breath

and say to yourself,

"I am in the now."

Do it. Let's say it together.

-I am in the now.
-CHIP: I am in

-the now.
-TAMMY: Good.

That's how I start
every morning.

I look in the mirror.
I say hi to myself.

You do it. Say hi to yourself.

-Hi.
-This is your best friend.

I touch the mirror.

(laughs):
Yes, I touch myself.

-(laughter)
-Yeah.

I tell myself,

"You are
my number one priority."

You do it. Tell yourself,

"You are
my number one priority."

You are my number one priority.

TAMMY:
"I love you."

Do it. Say it.

-Say to yourself, "I love you."
-Uh...

-(door opens)
-Oh, shit.

-Oh! Oh, God. Sorry.
-Mom!

How did you get in here?

Well, I've got a key, honey.
I bought this place.

(sighs) Well, knock.

How do you like this outfit?

Looks beautiful.

-It's nice. I...
-Are you gonna be long?

No, Mother.
I'm not gonna be much longer.

Take your time.

(door closes)

-JOAN: No.
-MAGGIE: Oh, that's terrible.

-JOAN: Hi, Chip.
-MRS. BASKETS: Oh.

Hey, honey.

We're right in the middle
of gown shopping

for the wedding.

Hey, there was a sale,
and I got you something.

-(Maggie laughs)
-JOAN: Whoo-hoo.

Try it on.
I think you'll like it.

I'll be right back, girls.

-Thanks, Mom.
-JOAN/MAGGIE: Okay.

-MAGGIE: Hi there.
-Hi, ladies.

You know, between her place
and the rodeo and your place,

Christine has a bathroom
everywhere in town.

-(women laugh)
-Yeah.

JOAN:
Oh, beautiful apartment, Chip.

Oh, thank you.
It's actually a condo.

BOTH:
Oh...

-(toilet flushes)
-JOAN: Christine has been
telling us

what a good little helper
you've been at the rodeo.

MRS. BASKETS:
You're up, Joan.

JOAN:
Oh, good.

-JOAN: Whoo-hoo!
-Oh, you look so cute.

Are you ready for school?
That's what it reminds me of.

Oh, I miss you.
You know, that house we're in,

it's so big and lonesome.

Why don't we all get together
for dinner on Sunday?

We'll go to that Chinese place
by the Crystal Palace.

I'll look at my work schedule.
Maybe I can pencil something in.

-MRS. BASKETS:
I think it would be so much fun.
-Yeah.

Remember all the dinners
we used to have?

-We never went to dinners.
-Well, we wanted to.

-Your turn.
-Oh, good.

Oh. How 'bout those knobs?

Oh, my God, they were gorgeous.

-You just passing through?
-MRS. BASKETS: Maggie! Let's go.

Big Gowns is gonna close.

-Honey, there's no TP in there.
-Oh, my God.

Oh, God, you'll have to go
over there.

-I cannot miss this place.
-Bye, Chip.

-It's my favorite.
-Let's go. Bye, honey.

Bye, honey.

Bye, Mom.
Thanks for stopping by

-and using my toilet.
-(door closes)

-Sarah!
-Mom...

(tires screech)

Hey, princess, come on.

I'm talking to my daughter,
Nicole, not you.

You can just push
that copper tubing to the side.

-Yep, like that.
-Dale,

Sarah's failed her last two
history exams.

Well, who cares? I mean,
the California school system,

all they teach you about is that
we came from chimpanzees,

and about sharing.

I'll learn her.
I'll make sure she's learned.

Right, Sarah?

Uh, can we just go?

-We're gonna go.
-It's that phone.

If she didn't spend so much time

taking pictures of herself
on it...

I am not always taking
pictures of myself.

Mom's just being a total bitch.

-Do not talk to me like that.
-Yeah, well,

I'm living with Dad now, so you

-can't tell me what to do.
-Ooh.

-I'm done.
-Emojis are just popular now.

You have to live with it.
Hey, sweetie.

You want to come live
with Daddy, too?

No.

(mutters quietly)

The youngest is always
the most disappointing.

(over radio):
I drink one for my baby

Who is long gone...

DALE:
Uh, the guy that lives
in that RV right there,

-his name is Walter Scruggs.
-(bicycle bell dings)

He's a very interesting man.

And, uh, that's our place
right there.

That's our RV.

Are we in a trailer park?

Uh... well, that's one way
of looking at it, yes.

Great.

Well, I'd love to show you
the place.

It smells just like Febreze,
so you'll love it.

Come on in.

(light switch clicking)

Dad, the lights don't even work.

-(generator sputtering)
-Hold on.

I run my lights on clean,
off-the-grid diesel.

-(generator starts)
-They on?

Yeah.

Pretty cool space in there,
isn't it?

Yeah, pretty cool.

TAMMY:
You know the voice that
plays inside your head--

what you like,
what you dislike?

Where do you think
that voice came from?

Is it really you,
or is it your mom?

Or it could be
your sister or brother.

It could be you but
when you were nine years old.

Now, would you take advice
from a nine-year-old?

(grunts)

These voices make a map.
Go left, go right.

Avoid this situation,
take that situation.

-But it's not even your map.
-(blows raspberry)

So what we're going to do is
we're going to build a new you,

a new map, by bringing all
of you into the present.

No more voices from the past.

We're gonna go a different way.

(phone ringing)

Oh, hey, Chrysanthemum.

-Gosh. Hey, Martha.
-Hey, Chip.

Um, could I ask you
a question?

-How would you describe me?
-Hmm.

Uh, male, white...
uh, swarthy.

About five-two.

-Five-two?
-Yeah.

Martha, I'm five-eight
and a quarter.

My God,
get your eyesight checked.

I don't mean physically,
I mean, like...

what is the energy
that I put out there?

Oh, you're listening to Tammy's
Live in Sedona, aren't you?

-You're doing the friend quiz.
-No.

Maybe. Yes.
Yes, I am doing that.

Okay, Chip Baskets.

Um, he's a clown.

A clown with a condo.

Um, you're really good at
helping people.

Like your mom, and that couple
with a baby, and me.

-A helper. So I'm a helper?
-Yeah.

That's it?
I just help people?

Like that glove on television
that helps hamburgers. Great.

Yeah, well, Hamburger Helper
has helped

-a lot of moms make dinner.
-(scoffs)

I don't know what
you want me to say.

-Who do you think you are?
-I guess I'm just misunderstood,
that's all.

-Thanks.
-Okay, well...

(quietly):
Excuse me.

Thanks for coming by.

-(barking)
-God, I hate dogs.

Any animal, any kind
of animals-- where was I?

Oh, yeah, I was telling you,

I control the, the Wi-Fi modem
here at the RV park,

so it kind of makes me
the king of the park,

and you would be my,
my princess-- hey, guys.

Please don't call me "princess."

These are some of my friends

that I do a lot
of my fellowshipping with.

Uh, this is Sarah.

-Hi.
-WALLIS: Wow. Nice work, Dale.

Nice work.

-Oh, my God.
-Wallis, she's my daughter.

I know. Nice work parenting,
whatnot.

(sighs) And, uh, right here,
this is Duane.

He's got a Facebook Live page
about the end of the world.

-It's really interesting stuff.
-Cool.

DUANE:
Chinese are gonna flood it.

Whole thing's gonna be a beach.

Dead fish flopping
all over. Menthol?

Uh, I don't smoke.

Well, don't poo-poo it.

It works out for some women.

Keeps 'em thin.

Cool rabbit.

-Uh, does it have a name?
-Dinner.

-(mouths)
-WALLY JR.: You want to see
something even cooler?

WALLIS:
Oh, this is my boy, Wally Jr.

Hi. I'm-I'm Sarah.

-WALLY JR.: Hey.
-Uh, who's this?

-Uh, this is Sally Sue.
You want to hold her?
-(chuckles): Hi.

-Can I?
-Yeah. She'll make a little bit
of noise-- she's fine.

-Oh, my gosh.
-She's fine.

Yeah, just like that.
That's perfect.

-(laughs) Hi.
-(shushing)

(whispers):
It's okay. It's okay.

Um, can you take
a picture of me?

-Oh, yeah. Of course.
-Thanks.

(camera clicking)

-Let me see that. Is that nice?
-Yeah.

-Oh, look at that.
-Oh, it...

What the hell?

-No kissy-face pictures
with my daughter!
-Dad!

-Oh, my God.
-Okay?

Keep an eye on your son.

All right.

-SARAH: Oh, God. Bye.
-Bye.

TAMMY:
Never forget that you exist
in the now.

So I want you to call all of
yourself back into the present,

from all the places
you've left yourself behind.

Now say hello to yourself.

This is really you.

Hello.

And you're not
going to do it alone.

You know I'm doing it with you.

So everyone say it with me.

I'm the biggest me
that I can be.

I'm the biggest me

-that I can be.
-I'm the biggest me
that I can...

Can I help you? Whoa, okay.
No, no, no, no.

Don't touch it. Don't touch it.
You'll make it worse.

Is there something
I can help you with today?

Uh, yes, I am looking
for some clothes

that'll make me look
like a... like a real man.

Great. Great.

Well, we should get out of
the children's department, then.

Follow me.

Okay, history lesson.

How did America win
the Revolution?

SARAH:
I don't know, Dad. How?

Guns! America's greatest export.

Oh, yeah, guns.
Guns have gotten us

out of a lot of trouble here.

World War II, we used guns.
Korea, guns. Vietnam, guns.

Uh, Super Bowl XIII, guns.
Feel that.

-Feel it. Pick it up.
-I...

(exhales)
Okay.

Ta-da.

You look cool as shit with that
in your arms. Do it again.

Pick it up.

There you go-- well,
there's no bullets in it,

but don't point it at any...
don't ever point it at anybody.

-(gun drops on table)
-Okay? Now,

first thing we need to do
is fieldstrip this thing, so...

let me just, uh, take this out.
There we go.

And, uh, double-check, yeah,
there's no bullets in here.

Lefty loosey, righty tighty.

It's all jammed up.
Oh, hold on one second.

I see what's going on here.

("The Star-Spangled Banner"
playing over phone)

Is that my phone?
That's my phone.

Oh, it's your grandmother.
Hold on.

Hey, Mom.

MRS. BASKETS:
Hi, Dale. What you up to?

I'm just teaching my daughter
life lessons.

-Why?
-I want to take the family

to that place
by the Crystal Palace.

Is that the new place with the
chocolate chip fortune cookies?

-Okay, we'll be there.
-See you there.

Okay, bye.

(whispers):
How did you do that?

I looked it up, Dad,
on my phone.

-Ooh. Uh...
-Give me that.

SARAH:
What the hell?

DALE:
I want to teach you!

This is about
father-daughter bonding!

Oh, my God.

Goddamn it.

-(bicycle bell dings)
-WALLY JR.: Hey.

Uh... (chuckles)
Hey.

-(gunshot)
-(birds squawk, wings flutter)

(chuckles):
Turns out it was loaded.

TAMMY:
As human beings,
we are uniquely equipped

to take ownership
and responsibility

of the life we lead.

We have choice.

We have free will.

You might have a pet dog...

CHIP:
Hi, Reverend Kwon.

-Hi, Reverend Kwon. Sorry.
-Oh. Oh, hey.

Hey. Chip, you are
looking really sharp.

-Oh, thanks.
-Yeah.

What's a church
youth conference?

This is You Alive.

Evangelical youths from-from
all over the Central Valley,

they come here to find
a deeper fellowship with Christ.

Oh, that sounds like a blast.

Best three days of my life.
(laughs)

H-How are ticket sales?

Oh, uh, really, really good.

Like, we have probably
2,000 people who have applied.

-We haven't finalized all...
-Whoa, whoa, hold on a second.

That sounds like something you
might need to rent an arena for.

Oh. Well, we were thinking
about the Marriott.

Marriott? No, no, no, no, no.

Uh, Marriotts are owned
by Mormons.

-I did not know that.
-This is a really good deal.

-It's got Wi-Fi. It's got, uh...
-You have Wi-Fi?

Yeah. Yeah.
Genderless bathrooms.

Oh. Let's talk.

Very good. I'll see you around.

(rooster crows)

Oh, smell that Spring & Renewal.

Mm. That's my favorite Febreze.

Oh, that was a good sleep,
wasn't it, Sar-bear?

Mm. Sar?

Hey, Sarah?
Let's get up, sweetheart.

Sarah?

Hey! Amber Alert!

Dale, what's up with the Wi-Fi?

I'm in the middle
of a live feed.

Well, I'm in the middle
of an Amber Alert.

No Wi-Fi. No pornography
until we find my daughter.

-WALLIS: I saw your daughter.
-Where?

She's off playing with Wally Jr.

They're messing around
in the tub.

(whispers):
In the tub?

Sarah!

WALLY JR.:
Yeah, that's so good.

-(chuckling): Yeah. Perfect.
-(laughs)

-Okay, maybe put
your leg up on the...
-Oh, okay.

And, like, over the shoulder
a little bit.

-Yeah, perfect. That's so good.
-(camera clicking)

Step away from the princess,
you pauper!

Jesus! Dad, put the gun down.

-Put the gun down?
Are you crazy?
-Are you crazy?

-What's going on here?!
-WALLY JR.: It's just
pictures, man.

-"Just pictures"? Get down!
-You know? Yeah, Instagra...

-It's just Instagram.
-Get down!

(panting)

Dad. Dad.

I don't understand all this.

You're taking pictures
of my daughter.

-Yeah.
-Look how scantily clad
she is, huh?

DALE:
What do you think
about that, son?

-SARAH: Geez.
-DALE: Huh?

-Pretty good. Oh!
-Give me this phone.

-This phone has caused
nothing but trouble!
-SARAH: No, no!

WALLY JR.:
Whoa, what the hell, man?

Shit.

Goddamn it.

I'm pretty sure
you can just put it

in a bag of rice or something.

I've heard that works.

-You know what else is good
for these phones?
-No, Dad.

No.

(gasps)
Are you crazy?

(gunfire continues)

Okay. Put your clothes on.

We got to go
to a Chinese restaurant.

Let's go.

TAMMY:
Take responsibility...

Hello. I'm here for the,
uh, Baskets party.

-Hey, Chip.
-Yeah.

-Hey.
-Hey, Martha.

-Hey.
-What are you doing here?
Do you work here?

I don't. Your mom invited me.

You're all dolled up.

Just, uh, I don't know.
I just thought I'd put some...

Oh, you're still listening
to the Tammy stuff.

-I like it.
-Yeah, I mean...

-it's for entertainment.
-The new Chip.

You look really grown-up.

Thanks. Thanks, Martha.

-Well, you ready
for some Chinese food?
-Sure.

How are you with chopsticks?

No. Brought my own fork.

Oh, is this like the lobsters
where you get to pick 'em out,

-then you get to eat 'em?
-KEN: I don't think these
are for cooking.

Oh, what a shame.
They look so delicious.

-Monica, listen to me.
-I love them.

Just make sure that it's not
the stain-repellent chemicals

-that's causing the problems.
-Ah!

-Ken, get off the phone.
We're gonna have dinner.
-Honey, I got to go.

-Walking in to dinner.
Sorry, Christine.
-Let's go.

The girls are having
a little carpet problem

-they got to deal with.
-Okay.

MRS. BASKETS:
Oh, Chip, Martha,

you're here early.

Well, time is money, Mom.

-Isn't that the truth?
-Hello.

Oh, thank you, Ken.

-(exhales)
-KEN: Chip, like the suit.

Thank you, sir.

Got a new clown act
up your sleeve?

Well, just, uh...

MRS. BASKETS:
You know, Chip's always
dressed up in funny outfits.

When he was younger,
I came home one time,

and he had my bra on his head,

and he was pretending
he was a praying mantis.

-(chuckles)
-It was your panties on my head.

-Oh.
-I'm just turning over
a new leaf. That's all.

MRS. BASKETS:
Oh, honey, good for you.

DALE:
Hey everybody.

Oh, my businessman son.

(Dale sighs)

Oh, God, you're getting so tall.

-You look beautiful.
-Thank you. (chuckles)

-Nice monkey suit, stupid.
-(Sarah exhales)

MRS. BASKETS:
I, uh, have a money question
for you, Dale.

Mom, you can ask me.

Honey, if I had
a clown question,

I'd ask you
because that's your expertise.

WAITRESS:
Hi. Do you know what
you'd like to drink?

Well, we just got here.
I'm all discombobulated,

and the-the menu's in...
half of it's in Chinese,

so I don't know
what to do here. Mm-kay.

I'm ready to order. I'm gonna
have chicken fried rice,

and I'm gonna have, uh,

-kung pao chicken.
-CHIP: Mom, mom, mom.

-I think it's just the drinks.
-Huh?
-(cell phone buzzing)

-Oh, I got ahead of myself.
-Sorry, Christine.

-I have to take this.
-What?

Monica.
No, no, don't sign nothing

until you double-check
the inventory.

-What the hell's that about?
-CHIP: What?

-MRS. BASKETS: Carpet, honey.
-My God.

Does he have to make
such a scene?

Uncle Chip?

-Yes?
-Can I borrow your phone?

-For what reason?
-DALE: Don't do that.

All she's gonna do is
take pictures of her titties

-and put it on Twitter.
-(Mrs. Baskets gasps)
-Dad.

-Well, that's the truth.
-Don't say that at the table.

-You might as well
call it "Twitties."
-Oh, my God.

Um, anyway, uh,
I just want his phone

so I can call Mom
to tell her to pick me up.

I want to go home.

Call... call your mom?

But I thought
you hated your mom.

Yeah, well,
I want to see her again,

and... you know what?
She's not insane

-and living in a trailer park.
-It is not a trailer park.

-I told you that. Those are
good Americans living there.
-Dale. (shushes)

-Come on, you guys.
-SARAH: They tried to get me
to smoke cigarettes.

-DALE: Who did?
-I'll have a Tom Collins,
please.

-SARAH: You're missing
the point.
-DALE: What am I missing?

-I-I'm not missing
anything. Do you know what?
-Sir, do you...

You know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna have a hamburger

-with jack cheese, please.
Hold the onions.
-I'm sorr...

-I'll have double the pickles.
-We don't have hamburgers here.

(laughing): You don't have
hamburgers in America?

It's a Chinese restaurant, Dale.

Yeah, but why do I have
to kowtow to their culture?

-Why is that?
-MRS. BASKETS: Just get
some moo shu, honey.

-I don't want moo shu, Mom.
-You love moo shu.

DALE:
I don't... I don't love moo shu.

He'll have the moo shu pork.
You loved that as a kid.

DALE:
I don't want any moo shu.
No moo shu.

None. I don't want any moo shu.

-Put down moo shu.
-I don't want moo shu.

-It's the principle
of the matter.
-SARAH: Dad.

I mean, at Willy's Wontons, you
can order a goddamn corn dog.

-Dale.
-MRS. BASKETS: Willy's Wonton?

-SARAH: Sit down.
-Dale.

Oh, my God.

Um, I'll have
the Grandma's Soup Noodles.

Yeah, hello? Yeah, hey.

Can I get a cheeseburger?
Is that possible?

Hey, Dale, Dale, Dale.
Listen. Breathe.

Breathe.

-Wha...?
-Repeat after me.

Uh, say it with me.

Uh...

-I am in the now.
-What are you doing?

Look, you're in
the kitchen, okay?

Your family's out there.

We need to bring all of you
into the now.

Look, I'm tired of the influx
of immigrants

coming into this country
that don't know how

to make a cheeseburger.
(scoffs)

I mean, am I... am I crazy
for-for being like that?

I think you're just
getting frustrated

with your anger
at your daughter.

You're taking it out
on the immigrants.

Uh, I'm from Modesto.

-I'm so sorry.
-Where's that?

-It's up in the Bay Area.
-Look, Dale.

He's, like, a San Francisco
type of guy.

Dale, look.

Everybody that you love is here.

Just order the moo shu.

Okay? Let's go have dinner.

(clears throat)

(sighs) Could you just
figure it out, please?

Chinese cheese is fine.

I'm sorry.

Can you make him a burger?

You got too much facial hair
to be in here.

Ken, you ever been to China?

No.

Me, neither.

(Mrs. Buckets sighs)

Oh, hey.

So sorry about...

our family uproar.

-Here you go, honey.
Call your mom.
-SARAH: Thank you.

Look, I think I...

I think I'm just upset,
uh, because...

Sarah, I... you know,
I was excited.

It's just, I'm just sad
that you're leaving.

That's all. I'm just
temperamental about it. (snorts)

-(sputtering sob)
-MRS. BASKETS: Well, that runs
in our family, honey.

I just don't think
anybody loves me.

-MRS. BASKETS: Oh, honey.
-Dad, okay...

People love you.

Can you hand this over to him?

-MRS. BASKETS: Here, honey.
-Here, Dad.

What's that?

-It's for your face.
-Oh. Yes. (sniffles)

(blows loudly)

-(Dale whimpering)
-COOK: There you go.

Happy?

MRS. BASKETS:
There you go.

That's love right there.

That looks interesting.

(Sarah gasps)

Wish I would have got that now.

-Hmm. It's not bad.
-(Sarah groans)

-MRS. BASKETS: Oh, good.
-What's that little grin

-you got on your
face there, huh?
-Sorry.

MRS. BASKETS:
Hey. Don't be rude, Dale.

-Now...
-I was smiling
'cause you got your burger.

That's why I was smiling.
I was happy about it.

MRS. BASKETS:
Show some manners.

What are we, savages here?

Chip, thank you
for saving dinner.

-Yeah. Yes.
-Let's have a toast to Chip.

-Okay.
-MRS. BASKETS: Yeah.

-KEN: Chip.
-MRS. BASKETS: Toast, Dale.

Toast your brother.

Well, he gave you
a burger toast, honey.

-I'm sorry.
-That'll work.

CHIP:
Well, that was tons of fun.

-MARTHA: Yeah.
-Do you mind driving me
to the rodeo?

I got some contracts
that I need you to fill out.

Wow, you really are five-eight.

I'm five-eight and a quarter.

I need to get on a flight
to Denver as soon as possible.

I want you to go with me.

Oh. Um...

DALE:
Yeah, can I get some
ranch dressing, please?

For the third time.

Okay, I'll go.

Thank you for the moo shu.

TAMMY:
Because the truth is

each and every one of you
is as special

and unique
as that glorious sunset.

You don't need to convince
anyone who you are.

(crowd cheering)

That's right.

-(clattering)
-Ow!

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