All language subtitles for The MASK - S01 E09 - Shrink Rap (480p - AMZN Web-DL)

[theme music]

♪ I've got ya with
my winning smile ♪

♪ I'm a livin' lesson
in flair and style ♪

♪ You just can't help but
stare at my savoir-faire ♪

♪ And I'm Nouveau
Deco Roman-Greco ♪

♪ Rococo Barroco
Be-bop Hip-hop, flip-flop ♪

♪ Somebody stop me ♪

♪ Pretty viridian
faces like mine ♪

♪ Don't come a dime a dozen ♪

♪ I stand out of the crowd ♪

♪ They went, they made me
yeah they broke the mold ♪

♪ Wholesome and
kind staid and refined ♪

♪ Totally out of my mind ♪

♪ Arch-villains
and ne'er do wells ♪

♪ Had better learn to
decorate prison cells ♪

♪ Green goes with
anything if they ask see ♪

♪ Well there's one last
thing I gotta sing about ♪

♪ Open up wide
and really shout ♪

♪ Oh look out ♪

♪ This is the Mask ♪

♪ Ssmookiinn' ♪

[instrumental music]

[all screaming]

Un-hand that uranium, Pretorius.

Not uranium, plutonium.

Snob. Alright, I asked you nice.

Phoo clack clack clack Ah.

Dibs.

Whizz [all screaming]

Blah. Right, I'll go.

[screaming]

Don't get a-head of yourself.

[grunting]

Gotta... manoeuvre...
get it. Charlie horse.

[horn blaring]

Thud

[instrumental music]

[whistles]

Thud thud thud

I love waiting to
the last second.

Builds suspense.

Whack.

He's a miracle of science.

But still fit to be tied.

Hmm, now what did I forget?

That's right. Lethal
green radioactive blob.

[all screaming]

Thud thud thud.

Nobody panic.

Whoa! That's hot.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Huh, here we go.
Oh, yeah. Ha ha.

It's all in the wrists.

[applauding]

Don't try this at home, folks.

Plutonium is a highly
unstable radioactive isotope.

[crash]

Thud Hand over my
plutonium. Or else.

Could you elaborate
on... "Or else."

Clang.

Hey, Swiss Army
guy. Got a can opener?

The train's gonna crash.

[horn blaring]

This can only mean one
thing. Soda pop will have to wait.

Okay, you win.

Whizz clink thud.

Upper body strength.

Nobody wants gum
stuck in their shoes, right?

Squish squish Wrong.

[horn blaring]

[wheels screeching]

Cluck cluck cluck.

Smokin'.

[sirens blaring]

[instrumental music]

Thud.

Ah guys, we're alive.

[crowd blabbering]

Secure the stolen uranium, boys.

[Doyle] 'Oh, a second there. I
think it's plutonium, lieutenant.'

Don't contradict me, Doyle.

Is this the stop for
the Coco Bongo?

Freeze, clown.

For you. And for you.

- Aw!
- 'Careful. It's hot.'

He sure makes our job
easier, don't he, lieutenant?

Doyle.

Incidentally. Wedgie!

[Mitch] 'Get back here.'

whizz.

I singed my hands
with the plutonium.

I wretched my back
doing the Limbo

and I didn't get any
sleep because the Mask

partied till dawn again.

Ow, okay, so maybe
I did save the city.

But then I gave the entire
police squad wedgies.

What's a five letter word
for, did you say wedgie?

You know, I really wouldn't
mind giving the Mask away.

Doctor Neuman. But there's
no one I can trust with it.

Mr. Ipkiss, I find your
fantasies intriguing.

I recommend you visit
a safe haven for them.

Wh-what? You don't
believe the Mask is real?

I'll believe you if you
promise to go away.

You think, I'm crazy, don't you?

I don't think you're
crazy, Mr. Ipkiss.

I think, you're making it all up
because you enjoy annoying me.

Now, good bye, Mr. Ipkiss.

I'll prove to you
the Mask is real.

Tring.

Examine a criminally
insane prisoner?

After Ipkiss that'll
be a welcome relief.

Seven o'clock this
evening would be fine.

[instrumental music]

[barking]

Not now, Milo. I've gotta
see a man about a Mask.

[barking]

Milo, not now.

Okay, we're gonna prove
to Neuman you're for real.

Now, stretch your stuff.

[thunder]

[theme music]

Boing

boing Doctor Neuman.

Splosh

thud Where'd he
go? Where'd he go?

[announcer] 'Track
two. The express train..'

[instrumental music]

Vroom There's a
something about a train..

Make me nervous.
You never know...

Crash.

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

Boing A Gremlin. A Gremlin.

He'll destroy the
train. I tell you.

It's okay. I'm a psychiatrist.

Somebody stop me.

[male #1] 'He's at the window.'

In the name of all that's
holy, look out the window.

Of course, he's in the window.
Calm down, we'll have a look.

Please, take my card.

[Milo panting]

[instrumental music]

And now, the inevitable
encounter between the real

the bonafide, who you
see before you mask

and el skeptico doctoro.

I'll fry that degenerate clown
for assaulting a police officer

if I get my hands on him.

But first..

Whizz [Mask] 'Wedgie.'

[police officers screaming]

Whizz After him, men.

[instrumental music]

Whizz

[static]

Ah, my safe haven.

Help me, Doctor Neuman.
Stop me before I wedgie again.

Mr. Ipkiss, I can have you
arrested for stalking, you know.

Go ahead. Call the police.

You'll see, they are
wearing their underwear

over their heads.

I don't care if you
believe me. Take it.

You're the only
person I can trust.

You're a psychotherapist.

[growls]

A dog? I have a
pathological fear of dogs.

They can sense fear.

[barking]

Uh, uh, go away. Uh, uh.

Don't, Milo.

Okay, I'll take the mask.

Just promise you'll take
your dog and go away.

[instrumental music]

[singing] Don't got no
mask, don't you dare ask

'cause I ain't got
no mask. No, no, no.

[barking]

What? Doctor Neuman?
Wear the mask?

Ha ha. Don't be
ridiculous, Milo.

He's not even curious.

He'd never put it
on in a million years.

Hmm, it sparkles.
Like a Christmas tree.

But what if he did put it on?

[tires screeching]

Thud.

Why do you insist on
annoying me, Mr. Ipkiss?

Doctor Neuman, you
wearing the mask?

Your fantasies about the
mask, aren't just hallucinations.

Feelings of persecution,
transference and denial.

I'm not the one in denial.

In short, you Mr. Ipkiss are
suffering from ipkissiomaskosis.

For your own safety you
must be straightjacketed.

Wedgie.

And now we must get you
into that safe haven at once.

There maybe others
like Ipkiss out there.

I must cure the world
before it's too late.

Boing boing boing
boing [growling]

Okay, so you were right.

Keep going, Milo. Come
on, buddy. You almost got it.

Milo, what are you doing?

[barking]

You're stuck?

[whimpering]

Look, there's no time to lose.
We have to find Doctor Neuman.

Ah-ha.

Regressive and infantile
childhood fantasies.

A clear case of
ipkissiomaskosis.

You maniac. Help! Police!
Please, somebody help me.

Hmm, manifesting social
impulses toward authority.

Another sign of
ipkissiomaskosis.

Thud vroom [instrumental music]

A truly pathetic case
of ipkissiomaskosis.

Growl.

You must be isolated
from normal society.

Boing boing boing
[instrumental music]

Now, look at these and
tell me what you see.

Babe, babe, babe..

Ah-ugh, the Mask?

Tick tock tick tock.

A classic case of
ipkissiomaskosis.

Ipkissiomaskosis? You
mean, as in Stanley Ipkiss?

You know him?

Sure, he's a pal of mine.

And you did not report
into the proper authority?

This calls for emergency
corrective treatments.

- What do you have in mind?
- I'm gonna remove your brain.

[Charlie screams]

Beep beep beep
Oh-oh, I almost forgot.

I have an appointment
at the jail house.

I'm afraid we'll have to
schedule another session.

Whizz thud boing boing boing

[dramatic music]

E-uh, uh, sir. Hi.
Listen, can you help me?

[screams]

Two-headed monster!

Stanley. Stanley. Oh, over here.

Stanley.

Charlie, buddy. Listen.

Did you see where
the green guy went?

Y-you mean, the one
wearing the-the mask?

Yeah, any particular reason?

Yes, he's, uh, he's
got rabies. Milo bit him.

[barks]

You see that, see that?

We gotta get him to
the doctor. He's delirious.

Yeah, I'll say. He wanted
to remove my brain.

Anyway, he-he said he
was going to the jail house.

Good. Get me out
of this thing, will ya?

[Doctor Neuman] 'I have an
appointment to examine a prisoner.'

- Doctor Neuman?
- Yes.

I better double
check your clearance.

Don't mess with me. I'm a
licensed psychotherapist.

Uh, cell 18. Straight
down the hall.

[instrumental music]

Doctor Neuman, I presume. I
see you're wearing the mask.

Your condition is obvious.

Yet another victim of the
dreaded ipkissiomaskosis.

Utter nonsense.

I'll tell you why
they've put me here.

I've discovered the mysterious,
illusive planet Vulcan.

[Pretorius] 'The home planet
of our ancient ancestors.'

'Who visit us every
36 hundred years'

'when their orbit nears ours.'

'They, who gave us the
technology to build Pyramids'

'and Stonehenge.'

'I need my plutonium back.'

'For my proving their
existence depends entirely'

on the nuclear
destruction of Edge city.

[instrumental music]

They were right. You
are completely insane.

We're two peas in a pod.
The world belongs to us.

Vroom

I demand this man be released
into my custody immediately.

[door creaking]

Tell me more about
the music of the spheres.

'Your genius inspires me.'

You have served you purpose.
Now I must be on with my plan.

Need I remind you that
you're under my care?

Gaze upon the heavens.

The cosmos is but a
macrocosm of the human mind.

Look and you shall see.

I-I don't see anything.

Thump [instrumental music]

Yes, I do see it.
You're a genius.

Good riddance.

'Don't go.'

I have so much
to learn from you.

[barking]

There he is, Milo. After him.

[dramatic music]

Buzz whoosh

[dramatic music]

[Doctor Neuman]
'Yoo-hoo. Mr. Pretorius.'

Here I am. Please,
tell me your plan.

[music continues]

He's workin' with Pretorius.

Open my mind. Release
me from my darkness.

I will tell you my plan if
you promise to go away.

Yes, yes, master.

You see this innocuous
looking black box.

It is actually a
high-powered camera

'capable of photographing
a license plate on Pluto.'

[Pretorius] 'But the nether
regions of outer space'

'are dark and murky and
the photos all come out lousy.'

'So I need the plutonium
to drop a nuclear warhead'

'on Edge city.'

'I have no interest in
destroying the city, per se.'

'But the blinding flash
will provide enough light'

'to photograph our alien
ancestors on Vulcan.'

Not to mention, rid the city of
that dreaded ipkissiamaskosis.

I like it.

I take advise from that guy?
He's mad. They're both mad.

Milo, we gotta
stop that missile.

[dramatic music]

Perhaps, you can
be of assistance.

Destroy that man.

It's my professional duty.

[dramatic music]

[screams]

Heh, come on,
come on, you. Get up.

Come back, Mr. Ipkiss.

'You're over due
for your lobotomy.'

bang boing [music continues]

click

click Countdown.

[gasping]

[instrumental music]

[water splashing]

What the..

Rizz

clang clang clang
boink clang clang clang

clang clang clang

[panting]

Clang clang clang Oh.

Yeow.

[screaming]

[gasping]

Seven.

Six.

I'll cure you for good with a
little electric shock therapy.

You're not yourself.

'You're out of control.'

Huh, you're suffering
from ipkissiomaskosis.

Ha ha ha.

You think, I'll fall for that
reverse psychology trick?

You forget that I'm a
trained psychotherapist.

Ha ha ha.

[music continues]

Ha. Your fly is open.

Huh?

Yeow.

Pew whizz thud.

Milo, frisbee.

Four.

Three.

One. Take off.

Click whizz Smoki..

[dramatic music]

Hee-haw. Go on
there, cowboy. Whoa!

Beep beep beep [dramatic music]

snip

snip snip.

New plan.

Cheese, pickles. Easy
on the green peppers.

Whoosh.

Umm-oh.

[dramatic music]

That's right. I'm gonna eat it.

Boing bang click click click

burp.

Oh, should've left off
those green peppers.

Beep.

Fools at the Nobel prize
board. Eat your hearts out.

Click

[dramatic music]

Argh.

Now than, just one last
bit of unfinished business.

[screaming]

Well, Doctor Neuman,
now do you believe me?

Doctor Neuman?

[Milo barking]

Nice doggy. Nice doggy.

[instrumental music]

Whoosh