All language subtitles for BoJack.Horseman.S06E05.NF.WEB-DL.English.ENG

In my line of work,
I meet a lot of big names.

I'm talking the sexiest guys of the '90s:
Nick Nolte. Mickey Rourke...

Literally, here we are in the '90s,

and these are the guys
we think are sexy, right?

And my daughter couldn't care less.

But when I told her
I was meeting BoJack Horseman...

Do me a favor. Make her day.

Me? I didn't ask for this gig.

Angela Diaz,
head of the network, calls me,

working schmuck, Danny Bananas,

and says, "Danny, Herb Kazzaz is leavin',
and I want you to run Horsin' Around.

So, here's me, thinking,
"What an opportunity

to write for the most finely-calibrated
ensemble cast on television!"

It's like a bowling alley
with you people.

Setting up pins and knocking them down.
I should be so lucky.

- Uh.
- I know it's no secret

that you and Herb had some friction,

and he left the show
under not-great circumstances.

Now I'm coming at this from a place of...

this is your house,
and I'm a guest, all right?

The magic of Horsin' Around
is not Herb Kazzaz or Danny Bananas.

I know why people buy the Big Mac.
I'm not here to change the recipe.

You're the special sauce, BoJack.

Me? I just wanna be the bun.

And not even the top or the bottom bun.
I'm fine being the middle bun.

- You already told me this story.
- I did?

Yeah. Danny. Sharona. The buns.
We've been over it.

- Well, did I tell you about Gina?
- Yes.

- And Sarah Lynn?
- Multiple times. Yes.

- What about the time I sneezed on Marisa?
- You've told me everything.

You told me about that dream
where you go to a dinner party.

I even went down
that strange detour with you

about the three-nippled woman in
the nudie magazine your uncle showed you.

- Who was she?
- I think we're done here.

- What do you mean, done?
- Well, you've been here six months.

It's time to go home.

Oh, sorry. Uh, not this way.

My boss is gonna kill me

if I don't deliver these flowers
to his mistress.

Well, we're filming
an episode of Birthday Dad,

and my boss is gonna kill me
if I let anyone through.

Great, when they discover my remains
scattered in the bramble of Griffith Park,

my loved ones will take solace
knowing I died

so they could shoot an episode
of Birthday Dad.

I'm sorry. It's a really good show!

I know I couldn't always be there for you,
birthday-wise, but I'd like to be.

I'd like to be your Birthday Dad.

You really don't get it, do you?
This is the real world, okay?

And I'm a career gal.
I don't have time for birthdays.

But what about the birthday spirit?

Everyone knows there's no such thing.
This is the real world.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I need to drink my coffee.

-Cut. Let's move on.

Great take, Melodie. Chills.

Are we Glenn Close,
Jeff Goldblum, Kevin Kline,

and all of the greatest Motown singles
collected on one...

- "Big Chills."
- Hot herbal tea?

-Yes, that would be... Ooh!
- Ha!

-Oops.
- Got me again, Audrey.

Donna, we're gonna need another scarf.

Am I crazy, or has the crew turned on you?

No, what they're turned onto
is hating me...

on account of I cheated on Pickles.

Ever since the story went viral,

the public has really mashed
the thumbs down on old Peanurino.

-Especially young women.
- Oh, no!

"Especially young women"
is one of our show's eight target demos.

We gotta juice your Q!

Right now, the only juice
I'm interested in is Pickles' juice

and making things kosher between us,
which is a task I relish.

- So, you wanna have sex with me?
- Yes.

And your fiancé
is gonna be in there watching, or...

Oh, no. Sorry for the misunderstanding.

This is not a fetish-based
cuckolding scenario.

He had sex with his ex, so to level
the playing field now, we have to boink,

so Mister and I can be even
and everything can go back to normal.

You understand?

Not really,
but I get to have sex with you?

- Yeah.
- Correct.

Then, cool. I'm in.

- But what about your reputation?
- I'm not too worried about it.

I feel like people
generally want to like me.

And if I just don't do anything,
eventually, the universe will realign

and the public will go back
to loving me again.

Ugh.

- Mm, thanks for making breakfast.
- Thanks for calling it breakfast.

Not everyone appreciates
the subtle art of the crispy oatmeal.

- Are you starting your memoir today?
- That was the plan.

But I got these dishes now.
That'll take all morning.

And once the morning's over,
basically the whole day is shot, you know?

Better to start clean tomorrow.

Look, I know it's hard
to start a new thing,

but the hardest part is starting.

You're right.

Also, I'm a freelance cameraman
who pays child support,

so I'd encourage you to get an advance.

Hmm.

Hey, uh, guys? Uh, excuse me, everyone?

I just wanted to raise
a non-alcoholic toast to Denise.

Ha-ha!

Ow! My gluten intolerance!

We've all been through so much together,
and it's never easy to say goodbye.

- Remember when Doug left?
- Hmm?

Or Jameson?

Or sweet, sweet Bongo?

- Sorry, who are we talking about?
- To Denise!

Denise!

I didn't realize
we're the last of our original group.

- God, we had some good times, huh?
- I mean, no, mostly.

- Yeah. But you're ready, right?
- Ready or not, here I go.

Yeah, you're ready.

Have you given any thought
to what we discussed yesterday?

About you transitioning to a version
of yourself that is no longer here?

I don't know.
Things are kinda working for me.

Staying out of trouble,
got the fancy room,

finally perfected
my egg-white omelet order.

The secret is egg yellows.
I might do another six weeks.

You've already re-upped
three times.

This place is for people in crisis.

In crisis of being too cool, maybe.
Right, Karmen?

- I-If I say yes, I can see my baby?
- Karmen, no.

You sold your baby to a den of leeches
to pay for crack.

- The leeches have your baby now.
- Oh, yeah.

Ah. Classic Karm.

It's natural to be hesitant.

When I first checked out of rehab,
I was terrified.

I knew a single drop of alcohol
would send me down a ruinous path.

- But I found my way.
- Found your way back to rehab.

- Ah, I'll miss our little comedy routines.
- "Our"?

A lot of people leave this place,

and I think, "They're not gonna make it."
Like Denise, for example.

But you?
You've done the work, and you're ready.

You're a special case, BoJack.

- I am?
- Of course you are.

Huh.

Oh, boy,
did he do a number on you.

He was actually very nice.
You know, I want things to be easy on set.

And I think Danny
represents a fresh start.

- Is that why you got Herb fired?
- Hey, I'm not the one who...

I can't do your hair
if you're gonna move your head so much.

There was nothing I could do about Herb.

If it wasn't for me,
they would've canceled the whole show.

And then where would you go?

Who's gonna hire
a hair-and-makeup lady with shaky hands?

- My hands only shake when I don't drink.
- Be sure to put that on your résumé.

You're just bitter because I'm the only
person who can drink as much as you do.

Ruthie!

Here comes the airplane...

Oh, a kerfuffle!

Hey! What's going on out there?

An ice cream truck
crashed into the root beer factory!

Oh, sounds like a delicious disaster.

- Five people are dead!
- Oh, no!

And there's worse to come,

unless somebody can slurp up
all that ice cream!

Oh, I'd love to help slurp,
but I just started a new nannying job.

I don't care!

Hmm...

Wow, BoJack leaving rehab.

Truly the end of an era.

Sobby Bobby.
Gonna miss your excessive crying.

Can't believe it.

Last time I'm gonna stop
at this vending machine.

What do you say, B-7?
One more hike down Funyun Canyon?

Whew.

Oh, wow. Hello, the public.

Didn't think I'd have to address this
so quickly, but I am not ashamed.

- Yes, I, BoJack Horseman, went to rehab...
- Uh, keep it moving.

We wanna get a clean shot

for when Gen Z pop superstar/fashion
disrupter Joey Pogo shows up.

- Joey Pogo?
- Yeah, he's checking in today.

- We heard he's gettin' the fancy room.
- Fancy room?

He's gettin' the fancy room.

- It's time to go home.
- What?

Ready or not.

I got the fancy room.

He's gettin' the fancy room.

You're a special case, BoJack.

Stay cool, man. Have a good summer.

What does it all mean?

Sounds like they're kicking you out
to make room for Joey Pogo.

Huh?

Sounds like they're kicking you out
to make room for Joey Pogo.

Oh, my God.

I think they're kicking me out
to make room for Joey Pogo.

I just feel like if I knew
the source of my addiction,

everything else would just click together.

- Playtime's over.
- BoJack!

- What the hell? This is my time.
- Shut up, Brad.

The source of your addiction

is wanting to impress your old babysitter
who stole beer from your parents' fridge.

She's dead. You're free.

No, that's not...

Oh. Oh...

I thought you were checking out.

- Oh, you would love that, wouldn't you?
- Yes. I've been very clear on that matter.

Well, check this out.

BoHo go bye... BoHo go bye-bye for...

What is he doing?

I think he's trying to get out a zinger.
We better let him finish.

You have to imagine that I just said it.

It's only funny
if it feels extemporaneous.

Don't waste your breath setting it up,
just say the thing.

- Why don't you start over?
- Check this out.

BoHo go bye-bye for JoJo Pogo?

That's a no-go, bro.

Worth it.

I'm sorry. Please, go around.

I worked on it all night.
The thing that's gonna save your career.

Ha!

- What is it?
- It's a meme! For posting online!

Teacher gave you too much homework?
"Sad Dog!"

Your favorite sports outfit
lost the match? "Sad Dog!"

People are gonna love it.
And that love will transfer to you.

But I'm not a sad dog.
I'm a happy dog. Everyone knows that.

So, it needs some massaging.

Hold on, I gotta take this.

Conversation over? "Sad Dog!"
See how easy it is?

Pickles! How was your date with Carl?

I don't know, Mister.

The sex was good, like, really good,
but I didn't feel an emotional connection.

Don't beat yourself up about that.
You just met the guy.

But part of the betrayal
of you sleeping with Diane

is the fact that you share
an intimate history.

If we're really trying to even things out,
I don't think Carl counts.

Okay, well, then I guess you'll just have
to keep having sex with people

until you find someone with whom you have
an emotional connection.

That might be a lot of guys,

but if that's what it's gonna take
to save our marriage,

I will keep riding the express train
to bone-town until that happens.

That's my girl.

Oh! Thank you.

Hello?

Hey, it's Diane.

Oh, yes, I thought I heard
retired dads in the distance,

praising the '95 Chicago Bulls.

Maybe you could give me some advice.
I'm writing a new book,

but I shouldn't even get started
until I sell it to a publisher, right?

- What is it?
- I'm still in the loose idea phase.

Half essay, half memoir.

The working title is

One Last Thing, and Then I Swear to God
I'll Shut Up About This Forever:

A Definitive Retrospective
of the Choices We Make,

People We Hurt,
The Places We Go: Part One.

Wait, how is it part one if it's
definitive? I'm getting another call.

Hello?

Hi, while you were blabbering on,

I had our lit assistant
take care of everything.

A navel-gazey book of observations.
Sounds fun.

- No, I...
- I sold it. You have six months.

Enjoy the process.

Oh.

Wha...

What happened?
You're packing your things backwards.

What happened is you said I was special.

You gave a whole spiel
just trying to get rid of me

to make room
for a high-profile new client.

I thought we'd made strides
on your jealousy issues.

And also, it's pronounced "shpeel."

I'm not jealous! And I've definitely
seen it written out as "spiel."

I think it's spelled "spiel,"
but it's pronounced "shpeel."

Not now, Joey Pogo.

I'm sorry, am I interrupting?
I was told I was in the fancy room?

We're moving some things around.
Uh, maybe you could come back tomorrow?

Oh, tomorrow is jammed.

I'm shootin' a video
for my new single, "Lace Up,"

which is spon-con
for my sneaker collab with Mister Pibb.

- Could we just do it now, real quick?
- You wanna do rehab real quick?

Life is precious. God is religious,
or merely the idea of human connection.

Don't do drugs. Say you're sorry.

Powerful stuff.
Feels like I just got a new lease on life.

Stay cool, bro. Don't ever change.

That's the problem. When you say it
in here, it all sounds easy.

But I know that out there,
it's hard and confusing.

- And it's just... I-I don't...
- But you're not alone.

You have a wonderful support system.

Think of all your amazing friends
just waiting to love you as you love them.

Todd's phone. What if Todd was one of us?

Um, okay. Is Todd there?

Please hold for the next available Todd.

Okay.

- Hey, buddy.
- Hey, listen, I'm...

You're probably wondering about Georgette,

- the newest member of Team Chavez.
- Nope.

Since I've started
taking care of Ruthie full-time,

that hasn't given me a lot of time
for regular Todd business,

and stuff's been falling
through the cracks.

So, you hired an assistant?

Well, yes, but assistants
are like Deadpool movies.

I couldn't just stop at one,
even though I probably should have.

Now I have 12.

You hired 12 assistants? To assist you?

Yep, I've got Bella
trying out new goofy dances,

Pedro's monitoring
all the Five Guys franchises

to make sure each one
has the right number of guys,

and Silvia's in charge of checking...

- ...All About That Ace every 15 minutes.
- What is "All About That Ace?"

My asexual dating app.
I think I might be the only one on it.

But another ace could join any day now.

And when that happens, two of a kind.

Well, I guess that makes about
as much sense as the rest of it.

Listen, um, I might be getting out
of rehab soon...

BoJack, that's fantastic!

...and I wanted to talk to you
because I, uh...

...can't do this by myself.

Hey, I got you, buddy.
You just wait one jiffy.

- Hi.
- Ah!

I'm Casey, the assistant.
Todd hired me to be your friend.

Okay, that's, uh, you know...
I think I'm good. Thank you.

He said I would be perfect for you
because you could be mean to me

and you wouldn't feel bad,
because you're paying me.

Okay, well, that's kind of thoughtful.

I'm a very good assistant, and I can be
very discreet, whatever you need.

Marc Cherry used to dress me
in the outfit Natalie Wood drowned in

and scream at me for hours on end.

It was very therapeutic for him,
and I didn't mind

because he wasn't screaming at me,
he was screaming at death.

Stars really are just like us, huh?

- Do you mind if I have a sip?
- Don't drink that!

Right, of course.
I must earn hydration. So sorry.

No, it's just... that's vodka.

You think it's a good idea
to keep a bottle of vodka in rehab?

Because it is if you think it is.

It's not for drinking.

I just, I... I don't know why I keep it.
As a reminder, I guess.

Of what?

Sarah Lynn?

Sarah Lynn?

Sarah Lynn!

- What?
- Are you almost done?

I need Sharona to work that magic
on her mane man.

Yeah, I'll get to you in a minute.
Cool your jets.

Why can't you do this
in Sarah Lynn's dressing room?

My stepdad's in there,
and he's being weird.

- Why is that my problem?
- We appreciate your hospitality.

Hey, BoJack,
what do you think of the new guy?

Danny? Yeah, he's okay. Right?

- I miss Herb.
- We all do, sweetie.

Herb. Danny. What difference does it make?
We got a job to do, right?

I'm just saying I miss him.

And I'm just saying
it's not my fault he got fired.

- I dunno why you're complaining to me.
- I'm sorry.

Nobody said it was your fault.

I actually think
Danny represents an opportunity.

For a new beginning.

You don't think it feels weird
to do the show without Herb?

If Herb really cared about the show,
maybe he shouldn't have...

What? Been gay?

No, that's not... Obviously...

- I put my ass on the line for you people.
- Ugh. BoJack.

Do you know how lucky we are to have this?
Herb was gonna throw that all away.

I made the tough choice. What did you do?

- I... I don't know.
- BoJack, she's ten!

Yeah, which is basically an adult
in Hollywood years.

I'm trying to make this situation work.
Enjoy my dressing room.

Hey, I know you feel shitty,
but don't take it out on a little girl.

I don't feel shitty,
I feel great!

Okay. You know why this is here, Casey?

It's because I think I'm special
and the rules don't apply to me.

And I keep thinking that
over and over again.

- Well, you are special.
- No, shut up.

That's the problem. I'm an asshole.

All your bosses are assholes.
And people like you indulge us.

And you soothe our egos,
and you let us abuse you.

- You're right, I'm terrible.
- No, God damn it. That's not my point.

Have some respect for yourself.

Okay, sorry.
I'm just happy to be a part of things.

Yeah, and that's how they get you.

I'm sorry. It's not your fault.

Can you run downstairs
and grab me some Funyuns?

- Mm... No.
- What do you mean, no?

Huh.

I don't know. I'm not going to do that.

- Uh, what's happening?
- There's an "I" in "assistants."

And this time, the "I" is us.

I like your energy, but what?

And lo and behold,
my sandwich has onions...

...when I specifically meant
to tell you I didn't want onions.

Where are you going?

So, this lawyer's got attitude.

And that attitude? Autism.

I don't understand,
why is this person moving now?

Wait! What's goin' on?

The Hollywoo Assistants are unionizing.
This is a walk-out.

No! I've grown too dependent on you!

I can't perform
basic Todd functions anymore!

I'm like a toddler, but a Todd version.
A Toddler!

I know you got a job to do,
but is there any way...

...Joey Pogo could get through?

Just got out of rehab.
I'm trying to get home.

- Knock yourself out.
- All right!

Don't die on me, Ileanna.
Not on your birthday, of all days!

Year after year,
the only thing I wished for was a dad.

And now you're here,
and it's like...

...paging Dr. Birthday!

But if you just told me your wish,
that means it won't come true!

You really don't get it, do you?
It already has.

I love you, Birthday Eric.

No. Birthday Dad.

And cut.

Wow, Melodie.

Are you Janet Gaynor, Judy Garland,
Barbra Streisand, Lady Ga...

Drop dead.

Star is Born.

Huh?

Whoa!

Ah! Buddy, what the hell are you doing?
Get out of the way!

- Uh...
- I saw the whole thing.

Mr. Peanutbutter said, "I'm a sad dog,"
and jumped right in front of the car.

I think he's a really sad dog, you guys.
You know, like the meme.

Oh, my God, I had no idea.

Mr. Peanutbutter, life is precious.
That's something you hear a lot in rehab.

Hey, why'd you try to kill yourself,
you stupid idiot?

- Um...
- I'm no psychiatrist,

but it's probably because
he's such a sad dog!

Mr. Peanutbutter,

we didn't realize
you have a mental illness.

Thank you for getting the word out
about depression.

You are truly a hero for destigmatizing
this all-too-common affliction.

Yes, a hero!

And to see more of this hero in action,

tune in to Birthday Dad this spring
on MBN!

Uh-huh.

Mr. Peanutbutter, I think I sing
for everyone when I say...

Oh, so I guess this all worked out.

- Huh?
- Oh.

Depressingly, that is.

I saw your new assistant leave.
Why aren't you packed?

I can't. Please don't make me.

- You don't know what I'm like out there.
- Let's find out.

- Hey, that's...
- I won't coddle this anymore.

You're scared? Good.
Go to AA meetings. Go to a psychiatrist.

But what pisses me off

is when you take a bed that someone else
could be using to get better.

Isn't it possible
I'm one of those people

that would benefit
from staying here indefinitely?

No. You're not that special.

And you don't belong here anymore.
Pack your things.

Don't belong here, huh?

God, what am I doing?

No! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Nobody drink any water!

Ooh.

Wow, look at you go.

- You can't look at it yet!
- Okay, okay!

Sorry. I was just kind of in it, you know?

Yeah? It's going good?

Yeah, you were right.
Once I got started, it was easy.

So much of my career has been
writing for and about other people,

and how terrible everything is.

It's actually really refreshing
to just focus on myself, you know?

Well, I don't want to interrupt your flow.
Please, write on.

Oh, this is a fine
how do you do.

Brad was like, "It's difficult to have
a hot name but not be that hot."

Can you believe that?
He's extremely attractive, no?

- I don't...
- And honestly, is Brad a hot name?

- Brad Pitt, yes.
- Ugh.

But like, name one other handsome Brad.

- Bradley Cooper.
- Damn it!

Doctor Champ, I am so sorry.
That was vodka you drank, not water.

Uh, duh!

Shh! Shut up.
If anyone hears you, there's gonna be...

I forgot how fun this is.

- Just settle down, okay?
- Ah!

You're gonna spend the night here
and sober up.

Oh, so it's easy to be sober
all of sudden.

Look who thinks
it's easy sober, hmm?

Shh! Doctor Champ!

It's so easy. Everything, very easy.

Hey, Horse.

Bad news about the Manzanita lawsuit.
You think he'll settle?

Settle? Manzanita?

I'd say that's about as likely
as my daughter Sabrina skipping school

and sneaking into the office with me
in my work luggage!

- Uh...
- Uh...

Cut!

Listen, you're doing great.
Slight change of plans, though.

Sarah Lynn had to go home early.
So, we need to change the episode

to being about you
not bringing Sabrina to the office.

Is she okay?

Uh, only reason I'm telling you this
is you're my main guy here,

and I know you want
what's best for everyone.

- Of course.
- Sarah Lynn got her hands on some alcohol.

- Oh, my God.
- Her mother is apoplectic.

She wants to sue.

I think it's just big talk,
but someone needs to be held accountable.

And as the guys in charge here,

we're responsible
for figuring out who that's gonna be.

- What are you...
- I need you to be straight with me.

- That wasn't your alcohol, right?
- Oh, I don't...

It wasn't, right?

Because if it was,
we're all in real trouble.

- You get what I'm saying.
- Y-Yeah.

So, you don't know
where she got the alcohol from?

Yeah. I have no idea.

Okay. But someone's gotta answer for this.

Well, don't look at me.

Hmm...

- What?
- Nothing. Just a little uneven, is all.

Oh. I'm screwed. I'm so screwed.

- It's gonna be okay.
- No!

I'm drunk. Not okay.
You can't let anyone know about this.

- Shush!
- Yeah. Shh.

You gotta stay with me until I sober up.
I can't be alone here like this.

It's okay, I'm here.

Yeah, be here.
You need to stay here, BoJack.

Please. Stay.