All language subtitles for 07 I m with Stupid

Laylee, I think we
need to talk about us.

Wait a minute, I just need to find Kiwi.

Laylee, why don't you
just put the puzzle down?

There it is.

That was a hard one, I
think because it's a diagonal.

Laylee, I've been doing a lot
of thinking, and I just don't think we

should see each other anymore.

And it's not because of you.

I mean, you're-Stupid, stupid, stupid.

A wonderful person, it's me.

It's my inability to give
you what you need.

I don't have to have
an orgasm every time.

No, to be perfectly honest, I
need someone who's a little more

intellectual, more challenging.

So rather than let this drag out, I
thought we would just call it quits, you

know, break up.

So what are you saying?

We got a long night ahead of her.

So after about three
hours, she finally caught on.

I was about this close to using flashcards.

She was no stupider last night
than the day you asked her out.

I know, I know, you're right.

Right, it's just frustrating, you
know, why can't I ever just once meet

someone who's intelligent
and funny and interesting?

Who wouldn't divorce me?

I wouldn't even
care what she looks like.

You know, I have a friend
who works on Richard's think type.

She's bright, she's
outgoing, she's well-read.

Really? Is she cute?

Not to make any difference.

I happen to think she's nice looking.

If we can produce the mold in
quantity, think what it will mean to

thousands of people all over the world.

You know what, maybe
it's not such a good idea.

I mean, she's your friend,
it could be a little awkward.

You're going to have fun.

You know, you can always go and
marry Lele, and 30 years from now, and her

breasts are down
around her ankles, and

your prostate's the
size of this artichoke.

I'm sure you'll have lots to talk about.

You home already?

I think you're feeding time.

What's your friend's number?

Oh my God!

Oh no, no way you get to
see me before I get to see you.

Uh, uh, I wasn't looking.

I saw your eyeball.

Yeah, well it's a safety thing.

Thank God you're not a troll.

I was expecting a troll, and
you're not the least bit troll-like.

It's a really fun job.

I get to spend all day
thinking about whatever I want.

What if the South had won the Civil War?

What if milk were our form of currency?

And then I write a paper, and they
pay me much more than I deserve.

That sounds just like my job.

Except for the thinking,
and the fun, and the money.

Great girl.

Write, too.

It's four o'clock.

Well, we had eight
o'clock dinner reservations.

You think they're still holding our table?

I thought it was like nine-thirty.

How did that happen?

Time flies when you're having fun.

You can use that Monday if you'd like.

Don't rush, my dear boy.

Take your time.

Maybe I better take you home.

Why?

Because if I don't, we
might end up sleeping together.

Yes, we might.

Yes, indeed.

Well, it's our first date.

I mean, what if we get married?

What do we tell the kids?

That it was love at first sight.

You're very good at this thinking thing.

The brain, a pulpy
mass of cells and

fibers, is the center
of human intelligence.

Neighboring areas of the
cerebrum control skilled acts.

In the frontal lobes
are located the motor

areas controlling
movements of the body.

The brain stem controls actions of the
body that are automatic and therefore

do not have to be learned.

These centers stimulate them
to select an appropriate response.

Sound stimuli are received
in the temporal lobe.

Taste stimuli are received
in the parietal lobe.

At the base of the
skull lies the cerebellum

coordinating complex
muscular activity.

In all of man's accomplishments,
great and small, it is this that makes him

what he is.

This unique instrument, the human brain.

Isn't Jill great?

Oh, no, really, really.
Don't you just love her?

Yeah.

I bet she's got great nipples.

What?

Not like Ariella's nipples.

I mean, she's nice and everything,
but with a name like Ariella, you really

get your hopes up.

This isn't about that.

Jill is everything I'm looking for, Eddie.

You know, she's
brilliant. She's funny.

She's got this
great purity of spirit.

So she's got horrible nipples, huh?

Would you stop
it? She's got great

nipples, okay? I
mean, they're perfect .

I knew it.

You could just tell.

Would you listen to me?

Eddie, this could be it.

Really, I could see myself
marrying this woman.

I think you should.

Really?

A woman with nipples
like that is hard to come by.

Yeah.

Hold on to your hat, kiddo.
Here we go again.

Get out!

What? What? What is it?

Actually, I was just thinking
how different you are from the guys I

usually go out with.

Really? How so?

I don't know. They
were all... Totally childish.

Surely.

Intellectuals.

And I'm not.

No, what I mean is
you don't overanalyze

everything and
challenge me all the time.

Oh, I see.
So I'm an unchallenging non-intellectual.

No, no, no.
You're challenging, but in a good way.

Not like Peter, my ex.

I mean, I would say good morning
and he would say, in what sense?

Ethically? Ontologically?

Then I would hit him with a vase.

You know, Jill, I'm not exactly a moron.

I'm in Columbia University,
the Dean's list every semester.

Martin, you're being silly.

No, no, no. I miss Phi Beta
Kappa by literally a tenth of a point.

If Fucking McKinney
hadn't given me a

B-minus in Chaucer,
I would have been M.

You don't believe me.

You're the best, okay?

The perfect man.

Michelangelo's David. Only circumcised.

How do you like that?

Shit. Person.

Mensa? The high IQ society?

It's nothing.
I only belong for business reasons.

Just how smart are you, Jill?

I mean, what's your IQ?

Put the card away, Martin.

No, I'm curious. I'm just curious.
You know, what? Three digits?

Four digits? Is there an exponent?

It's in the 150s, okay? Okay.

The high 150s or the low 150s?

It's 167.

But that would be
the high 150s, I believe.

Can we drop this now?
It's just a number. It's meaningless.

Okay. Okay, you're right.
You're right. I'm being ridiculous, Frank.

It's just a number.

A fish has a tail six inches long.

Its head is the size of the tail,
plus one half the size of its middle.

Its middle is the size
of the tail, plus the head.

What is the size of the fish?
What is the size of the fish?

It's 94 miles. About seven yards.

Just telling 15. 15.

Geese is to gaggle, as buffalo is to...
blank.

Geese is to gaggle,
as buffalo is to... Bill!

Geese is to gaggle.

Geese is to gaggle.

Geese is to gaggle.

Geese is to gaggle. Geese is to gaggle.

Geese is to gaggle. Geese is to gaggle.

What are you
doing? You're not turning

into one of those
chanting guys, are you?

Could I have some privacy, please?

Oh, an IQ test. I love that.
I took one once. I got a 192.

Wait a minute. That was my cholesterol.

Do you mind?

Oh, not at all. I'd love to help.

Geese is to gaggle, as buffalo is to...
buncha.

What?

A bunch of buffalo.
Don't you speak the language?

I'm not the smartest man in the
world, brother, but I'm not the dumbest.

Geese is to gaggle, as buffalo is to...
herd.

No, no, no, no. Wait.
That's too obvious. Pride.

This is exciting.

Here we go. Read 'em and weep, kid.

Look how cute and tiny your head is.
Like a pest dispenser.

I don't have to come
up here to be insulted.

Could you believe that he's dead?
I mean, come on.

How do you confuse Mark
Chagall and Stephen Chagall?

They're both world-class artists.
One visual, one martial.

What do you think our IQ is?
85, 90, top?

I have no idea.

I wanted to do this the whole movie.

Jill. Jill. Jill. All we do is fool
around. We never talk anymore.

What do you want to talk about?

Any number
of subjects. I mean,

there's paleo-Christian
art and Dostoev sky

and the feminist perspective
on French Impressionism.

Um, I'll take Dostoevsky for 200.

Is that a game show reference?
I don't really watch television.

Oh, that ain't the biggest
lie I ever heard in my whole life.

Anyway, let's not talk about Dostoevsky.
You know, he's so Byzantine.

And speaking of Byzantine, I just
read the most fascinating article

comparing the fall
of the Byzantine

Empire to the collapse
of the Soviet Union.

Now, Potteryx contends...
You are so cute when you pontificate.

Okay. Okay, let's just forget it.

Come on, where's your sense of humor?

Sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm just feeling a

little... Stupid,
stupid, stupid. Tired.

Anyway, what are you doing Saturday?
I have tickets for the Kandinsky

retrospective at MoMA.

I'd love to go, but I'm having a...
thing at my apartment.

A thing? You're having a... a thing?

A work thing.
A party thing. A Mensa thing.

Oh. Oh, I see.
So, I guess I'm not invited.

I didn't think you'd want to come.

Oh, yeah, I'd probably feel out of
place in a room full of smart people,

like you and Peter.

I'm sorry. I should have invited you.
Please come.

No, that's okay.
I'll just stay home

and practice my
multiplication table .

Martin, I want
you to come. Please,

I would be thrilled
to have you there .

Are you sure?
I mean, I don't want to pressure you.

I'm sure.

Well, I guess I could
sell the Kandinsky tickets.

You do that.

Jill, I'm really
not in the mood.

You know, I have
this terrible headache .

Do you know how they cured
headaches in the Byzantine Empire?

Uh, I forgot.

Oh, now I remember.

Hi. Hi.

You recognize. So do you.

Come here, my friend. Hey.

This is my friend, Antonia.
This is Martin.

Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you, Martin.

Uh, these are for you.
Oh, how beautiful.

Actually, they're more than beautiful.
They're also imbued with meaning.

According to the 18th century language
of the flowers, roses indicate love,

and lilies indicate silliness.
So these mean I'm silly in love with you.

For that, the lilies would have to
be on the outside. The way you have it

, it means I love acting like an idiot.

I'm Martin Bursford.

So he says to the
doctor, "I didn't say

my stomach hurts." I
said, "Velt schmurtz."

Velt schmurtz. Velt schmurtz.

Oh, you might want to look under W.
Jude, what are you doing here? You

're not in Mensa, are you?

No, no, no, no. Little Richard is.

Scram, kid. Scram, scram.

You know, he's in the bedroom
using his stuffed animals to disprove the

single bullet theory.

Tell him it's been done.

Anyway, how are things with Jill?
Didn't I tell you she was great?

Yeah. Yeah, she's the best.

Jude, can I ask you a personal question?

Sure.

What was it like being
intellectually inferior to your spouse?

Well, Martin, I don't know.
Why don't you tell me?

Well, cut off my
legs and call me shorty.

Peter, your entire argument is specious.
I mean, you're trying to revise

history to conform to your myopic
Hobbesian view of the world.

I write two or three books on
Hobbes, and all of a sudden I'm Hobbesian?

No, no. No need for name calling.

Hey, how's it going?

Oh, hi. Martin Tepper.
Austen O'Malley. Peter Singleton.

Peter, I've heard
a great deal about

you. Settle an
argument for us, Te pper.

Martin isn't interested in hearing
my -- Excuse me, Jill. Of course I

'm interested.

What are we talking about?

In simplest terms. Jill and O'Malley
contend that Caesar's downfall was

precipitated by the
dissolution of the triumvirate.

I say it all boils down to one
word, farceless. What do you think?

Oh, man.

I think anyone who puts anchovies
in a salad is just asking for trouble.

We'll ask Weinberg.

I thought it was cute.

Case dismissed. Courts adjourn.
Turn out the lights. Take me home.

Thanks so much.

Thanks. Thanks for coming. Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thanks for coming.

I'll put on the dunce cap.

Hey, sport. Did you have fun?

I was never so
humiliated in all my life.

You bet.

And Sonya thought you were really funny.

She also thought you had a great ass.

An observation with
which I heartily agree.

What's wrong?

Oh, please.
Like you need me to explain this to you.

Actually, I do.

Oh, come on. Come on.
We both know how it works. Right?

You get your intellectual
rocks off at Peter

and Company, and
you come to me for sex.

What?

Hey, look. Just
because your IQ is

167 and mine is
almost 18, a little lower.

There's no reason
to treat me like a

piece of meat, like
some kind of girl toy.

Where is this
coming from? The party?

Because you can't let
these people upset you.

It's not them. It's not them. It's you.
You paw me every chance you get.

You say whatever it
takes to get into my pants.

What are you talking about?
Do you really think that?

To the extent that I can think yes.
Yes, I do.

Martin, you are
being totally ridiculous.

So my IQ is a little
higher than yours.

Big deal.
It's nothing to get insecure about.

Oh. So now I'm not just stupid.
I'm also insecure.

God, you are being
such a guy about this.

I mean, what if it had been the other
way around? Would you have had any

problem with it at all?

Talk yourself out of that.

Don't use your fancy logic on me.
I know what I know.

You obviously have a serious
problem here, and if you can't get past it,

I don't know if we can
keep seeing each other.

No shit. Doesn't take a
fucking genius to figure that out.

Just so you know, Martin, I never
thought you were stupid. Until now.

The parking is such
sweet sorrow, Shakespeare.

And so, when the triumvirate
fell, Caesar's fate was sealed.

Mmm.

Of course, anyone
who puts anchovies

in a salad is just
asking for trouble.

So help me out, clip
that guy out, mow him down.

Professor O'Malley, thank you
for that fun, fascinating, and fact-filled

history lesson.

Remember, Ancient Rome Week
continues tomorrow with our guest, Ben Hur

himself, Charlton Heston, who
will teach us how to read a sundial.

And American gladiators Turbo
and Laser will reenact a fight to the death

using weapons that you can make at
home with ordinary household items.

Ooh.

Ooh, so until then, remember...
You're always welcome.

At home sweet home.

Bye-bye, everyone.

Bye-bye, everybody.

We'll see you tomorrow.

And we're out.

Martin.

Christy.

If you're not busy later, perhaps we
could share some vino in my jacuzzi.

Screw you, Brainiac.

I really blew it this time. You
know, I don't know what's wrong with me.

I can't go out with smart women.
I can't go out with less than smart women.

I mean, who's left?

Well, I don't know, uh, paralegals.

I called her to see if we
could work it out, you know.

She didn't want any part of it.

Oh, man, I feel for you, man.
I really do.

Thanks, pal.

So, uh, can I get her number?

What?

Oh, wait, wait, wait.
I'll wait a day or two.

I'm not an asshole.

It's a fool me.

Let me tell you something.
She would never go out with you.

And if she did, it wouldn't last a week.
She's way too smart for you, Eddie.

A week? Boo-hoo.

By then, I'll have seen her nipples.

You know, you're so different
from the guys I usually go out with.

Really? How so?

Well, all my other boyfriends
were really good-looking and built.

Women were always trying
to steal them away from me.

But with you, I feel really secure.

Could you excuse
me for, uh, just a minute?

Pop, are women really worth it?

Son, that question has
puzzled every man since Adam.