All language subtitles for American.Dad.S21E08.1080p.WEB.h264-EDITH

After all these years,
we finally did it.

The perfect sleepover.

Keep your head still.

R-rated movie, check.

Video games, check.

That loose pill we found on the floor
of the bus station

that we think
might be Percocet, check.

How are we liking this?

Ugh. I have so many moles
on my scalp.

-Sounds like bedtime.

I'll go brush my teeth.

Whoa. Whoa.
We didn't have a sleepover

just to spend time apart.

Let's brush together.

[♪ rock music playing,
Bush "Glycerine"]

Oh, no. You hear that?
It's "Glycerine."

That means Klaus has a lady friend
in his alcove.

-So?
-So, we have to walk through his alcove

to get to the bathroom.

Maybe we should
just skip brushing.

Snot, we ate three pounds
of Sour Patch Kids.

Go to bed with that crap
stuck to your teeth,

-you'll wake up with a ticket.
-Ticket?

To Cavity Town.

Wow, that was a long walk.

Not as long as this one.
Come on.

Stay close
and keep your eyes shut.

-Oh, my God.
-What?

-Mom?
-Schmuely.

I never thought in a million years
you'd see this.

Why would you think that?

You drove me here.
You dropped me off.

You know this guy
or something?

Honey, let me explain.

Where did your shirt go?

I was waiting for the
right moment to tell you

Klaus and I are dating.

Dating with benefits.

The benefits
are sex with your mom.

♪ Good morning, USA ♪

♪ I got a feeling that it's gonna be
a wonderful day ♪

♪ The sun in the sky
has a smile on his face ♪

♪ And he's shining a salute
to the American race ♪

♪ Oh, boy, it's swell to say ♪

♪ Good morning, USA ♪

♪ Good morning, USA ♪

It's Saturday morning.

What do the Smiths
have cooking this weekend?

Steve-o, any big plans?

Uh, Snot and I might watch
the Kids Choice Awards.

Boring. I can tell you
what happens.

Jack Black gets slimed.
Francine, you're up.

No way.

I'm not saying nothing
till we hear your plans.

-My plans?
-Yes, Stan.

Your big weekend plans.
What are they?

I, uh... I have
an important CIA mission.

Oh, yeah? What's the mission?

You want to know my mission?

You're cooked. You have nothing
going on this weekend,

and she knows it.

Time to face the music.

Excuse me.
Jeff and I have plans.

Oh, thank God.

I'm fulfilling
a lifelong dream

and opening
a Japanese-style cat cafe.

-A what?
-It's a cafe but with cats.

You secured a loan,
permits, found real estate,

and built out a full cafe?
That must have taken months.

-Years.
- Boy, I'm starving.

I probably burned
10,000 calories last night.

That woman is insatiable.

Could you please shut up?

Hey, who's this guy
coming into my house

and telling me to shut up?

It's Snot. You've met him,
like, 600 times.

My bad, Snot.

I think I must have
a concussion

from banging my head
against your mom's thighs.

Welcome to Whiskers & Cream.

What's with the cats?

I'll let our Head of Consumer Education
handle this one.

-It's a cafe but with cats.
-I see.

I'll take an espresso.

Actually, just cancel
my order.

Jeff, did I overestimate
the demand

for a Japanese-style cat cafe?

Business will pick up, babe.
Look, someone's coming now.

[♪ upbeat pop music playing,
Bee Gees "Stayin' Alive"]

What do you want, Roger?

Not Roger. Marmalade.

Here's my application.

Sorry, we're fully staffed.

You call this a staff?

Snowflake, Zucchini.

Cleo isn't even spayed.

Slut. I'm a slut, too,
but for customers.

I'm a customer slut.
Watch this.

You want me
to order something?

Meow.

Hey, waiter. A large chai tea.

Meow.

And the scone.

Found this.
Thought you'd like it.

You took a big risk
opening a cat cafe.

As a cat, I swear
I'll work harder than anyone.

Please, give me a chance
to prove it to you.

-We open at 8:00.
-I'll be here at 7:30.

I've had a hiccup.
My car ran out of juice.

It's a first-generation EV,
and the range is only eight miles.

I need the day
to get this all sorted out.

But while I have you,

how do I add 16 dependents
to the health plan?

My wife just had
another litter.

Oh, my God,
that was incredible.

Look at me, sitting between
two boobs like a king.

If only my boys
could see me now.

Aw, you have boys?
How did I not know that?

No idea. I talk
about them constantly.

How old are they?

Jeez, I don't know.

My Myrtle Beach crew looks 40,
but that's just sun damage.

I thought you meant children.

Me, have kids?
That's hilarious.

Hard pass.

Well, me and Schmuely
are a package deal.

Satisfying my every
sexual need isn't enough.

I need someone
who can connect with my kid.

-And you don't think I can?
-I have my doubts.

What... I...

I mean, I love Shroomer.

-Schmuely!
-The name's irrelevant!

You want
a father figure for Snot?

Well, guess what.
You're looking at him, baby.

Let's go, Schmuely.
Your mom says we have to bond.

Wait, you're going?

Steve, I've always wanted
a dad.

He might not be
my first choice,

but my mom likes him.
I'm willing to try.

Schmoove that butt, Schmuely.

Now, the first thing
to remember,

always shave with the scales.

What I meant to say was,

always shave
against the scales.

Hello, Don Draper.

I thought we were going
to the botanical gardens.

I said, "Plants."
Sit next to Big Ed.

He'll teach you the difference
between indica and sativa.

No, I won't.

He's joking.
Sit down next to him.

I have
an acupuncture appointment.

Be back
in a couple hours. Behave.

Want to see
a pregnant armadillo?

My favorite garbage truck.

The Sidewinder XTR

has a 900 cubic foot
trash compartment.

It can take load after load.

Oh. You know who
that reminds me of.

I'm going home.

Wait, wait. You didn't hear
what I was going to say.

It reminds me of your mom.

Man, parenting is hard.

You said it, little buddy.

You can talk?

Thanks to these toxic
dump fumes,

I can do anything you want.

Anything?

Ho-ho-ho!

Yeah!

I can't connect with Snot.

-He's unconnectable.
-Not with me.

That's different.
You're his friend.

I need to be his dad,
and he hates me.

What have you two
done together?

Let's see.

We took Jurgen and his girlfriend
to Planned Parenthood.

Snot actually got punched
by a pro-lifer.

Uh, what else?

We picked up my dry cleaning.

You're bad at this.

Well, what do you expect?
I never knew my own dad.

Okay, chill out.

I have an idea.
Remember Del?

The guy who used
to date Snot's mom.

Goldfish have bad memories.

They moved into Del's townhouse
in Chesterbrook.

In honor of the great Snot
moving in,

I took the liberty
of stocking the fridge with...

Specialty sodas?

Snot was the happiest
I've ever seen him.

Until Del caught
Mrs. Lonstein cheating.

Oh, no. With who?

With you!
On an air hockey table!

Right.

Wait, why are we
remembering this?

Because Snot adored Del.

If you want to connect
with Snot, be like him.

Do wholesome stuff together.

Model rockets,
kayaking, baseball cards.

You're still thinking
about the air hockey table.

No.

Thanks for taking me here.
I used to come all the time.

Tell you what,
pick out any card in the shop,

and I'll buy it for you.

No way.

Within reason.
Keep it under 10 bucks.

Want to see my collection?

I'm going for all
the great Jewish athletes.

I've already got Sandy Koufax,

so now I just need
the other one.

Hey, dadders. Who do you think
Snot considers

the other great
Jewish athlete?

Whisper your answer into the side
of your television set,

and if you're right,

Roger will say your name
on air

at the end of the episode.

Do my eyes deceive me?

-The great Snot in the flesh.
- Del?

It's so good to see you.

I was hoping
we'd cross paths one day.

Hey, Del. Not sure
you remember me, I'm--

I know who you are.

Wow, Snot,
you look so grown up.

We should catch up properly.

Can I treat you two
to ice cream?

I recall Snot's
a Rocky Road man.

We have ice cream at home.

Is it Rocky Road?

Not sure. It's so old, it's mostly ice
crystals at this point.

I think I'd rather go
with Del if that's okay.

-I guess. But--
-To my chariot, Snot.

To the mighty
Sebring convertible

built by Lord Chrysler
himself.

What type of store is this?

I'm late for work,
and need an extension cord

that can reach I-95.

- Klaus?
-Hey, Esther.

Is Snot home? I thought
we could hit the arcade.

That's so sweet.

But Snot just left
for Six Flags with Del.

-Del?
-Snot always liked Del,

and I see no harm in it.
Don't be insecure.

Insecure of what? Del?

The guy who puts cheese
in his guacamole?

He's from Wisconsin.

That doesn't make it right.

Why are you taking his side?

Okay, you're acting crazy.
Call me when you calm down.

Calm down?
I'll show you calm.

Let's see how perfect Del is.

Ice cream again?

The man can handle lactose,
I'll give him that.

Are you spying on girls?

You're not supposed
to do that.

Leave me alone.
I'm spying on Del.

Who's Del?

-You a squirrel or something?
-Raccoon.

Do you have any kids?

I'm 16.

Good for you.

Kids are hard, man.

Trust me.
I tried being a dad once,

a couple of days ago.

Hey, do you guys sell tequila?

Apply firm
downward pressure.

Push through the cut
at an even pace.

Whoa. I'm doing it.

You call this
a garage?

What are you doing
here, Klaus?

What are you doing here, Snot?

Del is teaching me
how to use a circular saw.

Circular saw. Pfft.

I got your circular saw
right here.

Can I get you a water?

No, but you can get me
another bottle of this.

Gotta make that catch.

Uh, I feel uncomfortable.

Papa Klaus is here.

Lift me up, and I'll teach you
how to saw.

Don't look at Del. It's my job
to teach you stuff.

Not his. Mine.

You should wear
safety glasses.

Maybe that's how
they do it in Wisconsin,

but around here, we raise men.

Watch and learn, Snot.

Do you know why this happened?

You didn't wear
safety glasses.

It happened because Del buys
cheap, splintery wood!

I found the tweezers, but I suggest
you go to urgent care.

Urgent care
for an eyeball splinter.

Okay, Bill Gates.

Would you at least like
a mirror?

It's in my eye. I can see it.

You're pushing it deeper.

You're not the first Lonstein
to say that to me.

Aah. You get back here.

Well, I don't see
the splinter anymore.

-How do you have to pee again?

You had, like,
one lick of water.

Hayley, hi.
It was a real struggle

getting the kittens
out the door today.

Daddy's on a work call!

What is going on
with you?

I might be late to work today.

I still have to drop
the kittens off at school.

Cats
don't go to school!

Mine do, they hunt for mice
on the lacrosse field.

Oh, you won't believe this.

You're not coming in.

No. Well, yes. But I also forgot
to pack the kittens lunch.

Can you just eat
the school mice today?

-School mice are not gross.

Hayley, see
what I'm dealing with?

Breakfast is served.

Why are you
in my refrigerator?

Because I'm abducting you.

Don't bother running.

This is a Dr. Slippy's
homing dart.

But I didn't do
anything wrong.

Exactly. You never do
anything wrong.

You're the perfect
father figure in every way!

And Snot will always
choose you over me.

And eventually,
so will his mom.

That's what
you were worried about?

Me and Esther
getting back together?

I moved on, Klaus.

I don't believe you.

Now, before you say,
"Good night,"

I have just one question,

this sliding egg tray,

did it come
with the refrigerator

or was it
an aftermarket purchase?

Aftermarket.

Wrong answer.

Where are we going?

Lanceton Canyon.

I'm going to tie a brick
to the gas pedal,

and send you
right over the edge.

Then I'll probably take a guided donkey
tour to the bottom.

-The perfect crime.

We're gonna die!

Stay calm.

Just turn into the skid,
and gently apply the brakes.

See here? There's a nail
in the side wall.

If it was on the tread,
I'd show you how to patch it,

but you need a whole new tire.

It's getting dark, though.
I suggest we set up camp.

Camp? Like camping?

Where are your
emergency supplies?

A box of Hustler magazines
and a ukulele.

There should be edible condoms
in there, too.

It's work. Unbelievable.

Do you realize
how inappropriate this is,

calling me at home
during family movie night?

Are you coming into
work tomorrow?

-No, don't pause it.

By the way, when am I getting my paycheck?

Direct deposit is a nightmare.

You haven't earned any money!

Nothing I do will ever
be good enough for you!

You're a tyrant,
and karma will get you!

I just want to know
if you're coming in or not.

I need to lay
all my cards on the table.

I want to be a partner.
I think I've earned it.

I also want the cafe
to be renamed

Big Marmalade's
Caffeine Throwdown.

You never even clocked in!

I forgot where it is.

I was only there once,
and I was drunk.

-You're fired.
-Can you even fire a partner?

Or is that something we should let
the courts decide?

These are all I could carry.

Those are perfect, buddy.

Let's arrange them
over the paper like this.

After the twigs catch fire,
we'll add sticks,

and eventually logs.

♪ It must be your skin ♪

♪ I'm sinking in ♪

♪ It must be for real ♪

♪ 'Cause now I can feel ♪

You can play "Glycerine"
on that?

Sure. Want to learn?

Let me see your fin.

This is a C chord.

Whoa! I'm doing it!

That's
the Andromeda galaxy.

The farthest thing
visible by the naked eye.

It's so far, the light we see

took over two million years
to reach us.

I see the Big Dipper.

You've said that.

I just realized something.

This is actually
my first camping trip.

What? Your father
never took you?

No. He choked to death
when I was young.

He tried on a turtleneck that was way too
tight at the Gap.

Or as we called it...

Das Gaphapshaftenstein.

It's okay to cry. Let it out.

Oh, Del. Sweet Del.

I was wrong all along.

I don't want you to be dead.

I want you to be Dad.

Well, this is your stop.

Sorry about the whole
abduction thing.

Water under the bridge.

You take care of yourself
now, slugger.

Hey, Dad... I mean, Del,

do you think we could catch
a ball game tomorrow?

The Laser Rats are in town.

Sorry. I have plans with Snot.

Snot.

And is it true, Marmalade,

your car only gets eight miles range
on a full charge

and as a result, you suffer
from severe range anxiety?

-Meow.
-Aww.

Now, we don't drive many electric vehicles
down where I'm from,

so, pardon my ignorance,

but eight miles
sure sounds low.

That must be hard on you.

Me-ow.

- Aww.
-This is ridiculous.

That's it, young lady.
I hold you in contempt.

Bailiff, remove her
from the courtroom.

I hereby award
ownership of the cafe

to Marmalade the Cat.

Don't do this.

The cat cafe was my dream.

He never even showed up.

He's not even a cat!

Morning, Esther.

Snot and I have a tee time
for miniature golf.

Really? That's strange.

Klaus and Snot left
a little while ago.

They're going to
Lanceton Canyon.

Lanceton Can...

Del, what's wrong?

The hairs on your goatee,
they're standing straight up!

It's my paternal instinct.
Snot is in trouble.

Your mom
is a great woman, Snot.

But I don't need
a great woman.

I need a dad.

Look at me, sending an
innocent kid off a cliff.

I need a dad
way more than you.

Sayonara, Snot-a.

Don't do it, Klaus.

You can't stop me, Dad.

-Dad?
-Let him go.

And what? Go back to being Snot's
father figure?

No way. I stink at it.

Yeah, that ship has sailed.

Okay, well,
that doesn't change the fact

that I never had a father!

I choose Del as my dad,

and Snot's the only thing
standing in my way.

I have an idea.

You let Snot go,

and I'll take both of you
out to Denny's.

Both of us? Hmm.

So, Snot and I
would essentially be brothers?

I have a better idea.
Let my son go,

-or I'll gut you like a fish!
-Your call, sport.

Death by angry mom
or pancakes.

Sport chooses pancakes!

I hope there are
no hard feelings, Snot.

I know I was a terrible dad,

but I'll be a great brother.

What do you say?

I say, "Enjoy your trip."

My trip? Where am I going?

You got me, bro!

- Dadders, the winner

of our Great
Jewish Athlete Contest is...

Kevin Hart.

Wait. Kevin Hart?

That's right.
Comedian Kevin Hart

correctly guessed
Julian Edelman.

This cat cafe
was a great idea.

When Hayley gets out of jail,
we gotta bring her.

Oh, wow, looks like Esther
and Del are back together.

Yeah. Isn't it great?

Snot finally has
a normal family.

I miss banging Mom.

Bye. Have a great day.