All language subtitles for Uncle.S02E01_English

So, how are you doing?

Yeah, shared custody
isn't that bad, really.

Mum and Dad
are in better moods now.

Oh, I made a new schedule.

Oh, yeah.

It's good seeing you.

Yeah.

-Whatever.
-Hmm.

One of these days
I'm going to be dead for real

and you're not gonna
respond appropriately.

You didn't even
check my vitals.

Have you ever heard of
the boy who cried wolf?

He was just trying
to prepare his village
for imminent wolf attacks.

And as a result
of gross negligence,

a child was torn
limb from limb.

He had it coming though,
didn't he?

Oh, shit!
Come on.

-I'm tired of playing
video games.
-But, that's what we do.

You come over here
and we play games,
that's our thing.

Yeah, for the last year.
Can't we try a new thing?

How about puzzles?

Oh, fuck puzzles.
Go on, switch it back on.

-I'm bored,
I'm going to Dad's.
-Oh, wait, look...

I'm sorry,
I'm just cranky
'cause of my shit job.

-Why don't you just quit?
-I can't quit.

If I quit,
I don't get severance.
I've tried getting fired.

I re-labelled
the whole aisle of carpets
"Baby shit brown"

and nobody noticed.

(SIGHS)

I'm sorry too.
This whole restraining
order's just really...

-Getting on your tits?
-All this sneaking around
has given me a rash.

I've cut out caffeine
so I know it's not that.

Well, why don't we
ask your dad to drop
the restraining order?

-I'm sure he's
cooled down by now.
-Oh, you think?

Once I told him
I didn't like his cooking,

and he didn't
talk to me for a week.

Fine, then I guess
we're just gonna have

to keep this secret
for the rest of our lives.

-Now, switch it back on
and let's have a game.
-I've got a better idea.

Let's write a song.

I think I did see a puzzle
round here somewhere.

Oh, come on.
When was the last time you
wrote a really cracking tune?

We haven't done
anything together since...
Since Rage Records.

Yeah. I'm just kind of
letting some ideas
percolate at the moment.

No, are you telling me
you haven't written
a song in a year?

-You've got writer's block!
-I don't have writer's block.

It's okay.
Hemingway had writer's block.

Really?
What did he do about it?

-He shot himself...
-(DOORBELL RINGING)

-SAM: Andy?
-Shit, it's Mum.

-What are we going to do?
-Let's just tell her.
She'll be cool.

Yeah, but If Dad
finds out that she knew
he'll never forgive her.

-Fine, climb out
the window then.
-Er, no.

I'm reporting you
to the police.

-Why?
-For being
a neglectful brother.

SAM: I have my first client
tomorrow.

Why would anyone let me
be their therapist?

I mean, do they
know my history?
And, look, look...

I have bitchy resting face.

I can't listen
to crazy people's
fucked-up problems

and keep my
bitchy face neutral.

Right, quick,
just tell me
something horrible.

-Something nobody knows.
-I ran over a pigeon
the other day...

-Darker.
-I had a wank in a
Tube station toilet.

There was a homeless man
crying in the cubicle
next to mine.

That didn't stop me.
In a weird way, if anything,
I think it helped.

-How am I doing?
-You look constipated.

Oh, God, I'm screwed!

-That story didn't
really happen, did it?
-No, the pigeon's fine.

(CANS CHINKING)

What was that?

I have a girl over, Lola.

Mmm, looks like
someone's dry spell
ended with a bang.

Get her out here.
Let's meet the old gal.

(CHUCKLING)
No! She's very shy.

Is this Roly's bag?

Yes. I mean,
I miss him.

And I went out
and I bought a bag
that's exactly like his.

So whenever I'm feeling lonely
I can just look at it
and imagine he's here.

That is the saddest thing
I've ever heard.
Come here.

-If it makes it any easier,
I know he misses you too.
-Aw.

Right.
Have fun with Lola.

-(DOOR OPENING)
-Bye.

(DOOR CLOSING)

See you tomorrow, Lola.

Until next time,
Tube wanker.

No, I don't think
you look fat in it at all.

Well, only in
the good parts...

Dad, you home?

Oh, sweetie,
I'd better go.
Errol's home.

No, I love you more.
Love you more, bye.

(MOBILE BEEPING)

Sorry I was a bit late
I was just, finishing off
my homework at school.

-No rest for the wicked, eh?
-BEN: This has become a habit.

What's the point in
calling it "Homework,"

if you're not doing it
at home?

(CHUCKLING)
Good one, Dad.

Erm, Dad,
can I ask you something?

Is it the chicken?

Sorry, I know your feelings
on microwave radiation,

-I just didn't have time
to cook it in the oven.
-No, it's fine.

-Don't worry about it.
-Good.

Now, what did you
want to ask?

Erm, can you pass
the salt, please?

* Here I am, in a room,
that's where I live

* Next door lives
a woman named Barbara

* She likes a good
doner kebab-ara *

Oh! Argh!

(WHISPERING)
Would you like a tissue?

Shh...

Yeah...

Ah! Hello, Belle,
do come in.

Just take a seat.

(EXHALES)
Brilliant. Hmm...

So I've got a little
history from your mum,

but this is your space,
so I'd love to hear from you.

(MOBILE BEEPING)

I know that
eating disorders
can be very challenging.

I don't have
an eating disorder.

Well, disordered eating,
behaviour,

complex feelings towards
food and shame which,

hopefully, we can work on
through these...

-I don't have
an eating disorder.
-...sessions. You do not...

You do not have
an eating disorder.

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

ROOPESH: Andy?

What are you doing?

(ROOPESH EXHALES)

-I understand
if you want to fire me.
-Why would I fire you?

That, is like totally hilaire.

You should do more of these.
Customers will love it.

(CHUCKLING) "Rich butt."

Just as well it isn't
scratch-and-sniff.

-It's good.
-Hi, there. Hi.

Me and my wife,
we're looking for some carpet
for our home recording studio.

We're thinking
a sort of CBGB's meets like,
All Saints vibe, so...

Hang on,
don't I know you?

No. No, I've never
seen you before.

What colour
are you looking for?

Can I interest you
in a rich buttermilk?

Oh, I've got it!
You're that guy who was
busking outside my coffee bar.

Not me. Sorry.
Haven't got a musical bone
in my body.

Trust me, mate,
neither did this guy.

He just stood there shouting,
"One survivor."

It was, "No survivors."

(CHUCKLES) So, it was you!

See you've got yourself
a real job.

Well, I'm still doing music.

(CHUCKLING) Oh!

-Well, you can't win 'em all!
-Hmm.

Well, what is it
that you're doing lately
that's so great?

Nothing.
Apart from opening two more
branches of the coffee bar.

My band just recorded
our first album,

Sony's putting that out
later this month.

About to start
shooting the music video
for our new single.

And you'll like this...
The Guardian chose our EP
as their pick of the week.

I believe the quote was,
"White hot."

If The Clash and Kasabian
made a baby...

But that's it,
what about you?

* Prick you, prick
you're a prick, prick, prick

* Got a prick for a face,
and a face for a prick

* Sick, sick, well,
you make me sick

* I wish you'd go away,
'cause I find
you intimidating *

Shit!

(DOORBELL RINGING)

I couldn't do it.
He's just too vulnerable,

like one of those babies
you find in bins.

I've got writer's block.

-Were you listening to what
I was just saying?
-Yeah, he's a bin baby.

-Now help me write a song.
-Not until you help me
speak to Dad.

I know, let's write
a song about it.

(CHUCKLING)
That's a great idea!

* Restraining order

* Restraining order

* Don't take away my
happiness you (BLEEP) *

-Whoa, whoa.
-What? Too much?

I mean I could say, "Witch."
It's not as good,
but it rhymes.

-Look, maybe I should
just write a letter.
-Letters are for pussies.

They say, "A great letter
has the strength
of 1,000 punches."

Yeah, a pussy said that.

Aren't you worried
about being out in public,
like this?

-Someone could see us.
-Not in this neighbourhood.

I mean the chances of
seeing someone...

Shit, it's Bruce.
Get down!

-Hey!
-Andy?

Bruce, what are you doing
in these parts?

Just moved around the corner.
Going around collecting
the local menus.

Why do you want
to move round here?

What's the matter,
your wife kicked you out,
or something?

Actually, yeah.
Me and Claire's
getting a divorce.

Everyone's getting
divorced these days.
They're everywhere.

They're like
Cadbury's Creme Eggs
in March.

-How's it going with you?
-Yeah.

Cranking out the hits.

Sorry about the whole
Errol thing.

Not fussed really.
Kid was cramping my style...

-(BANGING)
-(GRUNTS)

Haemorrhoids.

-You have company?
-Blind date. Lola.

She's been in the toilet
for ages,

but she says the first day
is her heaviest flow.

Better leave you to it.
Oh, and say, "Hi"
to Sam for me.

Yep.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Tiffany said her mum
cheated on him
with a male hairdresser.

Ouch! That's like a vegan
stealing your hot dog.

Ugh, I ordered poached eggs,
not scrambled.

Scrambled eggs
don't have definitive borders.

-Then say something.
-No, it's fine.

Look, if you don't speak up
for yourself now,

you're never gonna
speak up for yourself.

And then what you gonna be?
You're just gonna
be invisible.

I wouldn't mind
being invisible.

I could sneak into the
science museum
without anyone noticing.

That's what you'd do
with invisibility?

-Yeah.
What would you do?
-It doesn't matter.

Look, if you don't
tell that waiter that
he got your order wrong,

then how do you expect to
stand up to your dad?

Excuse me?

(STUTTERING) Hi, Jeremy.

Erm, I ordered poached eggs,
these appear to be scrambled.

-I'll get 'em changed.
-No, Jeremy,
you're missing the point.

If you'd been listening
when I ordered, we wouldn't
find ourselves in this mess.

The craft of good service
is an art in many cultures.

You could be an artist,
Jeremy.

So how about you take
a little pride in your job,
hmm?

-Sorry, sir.
-Don't be sorry.

Be better.

How was that?

Maybe you should just
write a letter.

How's this going to help?

You need to detox
your mind and body
to get your confidence back.

I'm confident I went on
a Boris bike the other day.

Do you know how
hard it is to look cool
on one of those things?

Your imagination's in a rut
and we're going to free it.

That's what alcohol's for!

High in trans-fat.
High in sodium.
High in sugar.

How often do you
get exercise per week?

Please, this body
takes care of itself.

Zero exercise...

No, no,
not the cigarettes!

-Name one good thing
about smoking?
-It makes me look cool?

Argh...

High in sugar.
High in...

I was just high.

Do you get
regular bowel movements?

-What's that got to do
with anything?
-Irregular BMs.

When was the last time
you were intimate with a lady?

Now, a gentleman
never tells.

Eight months and 23 days,
all right?

And that completes
the questionnaire.

I'm gonna prepare
a food and exercise
regimen for you.

And in the meantime,
no drinking, smoking,
fast food,

or any sexual
activity of any kind.

-It keeps the mind focused.
-I'm focused!

Now, let's play video games?

-What are you doing?
-Eliminating distractions.

-Don't take
my PlayStation, I need it!
-For what?

Company.

No!

Look, Dad,
you're a great guy, but,

I think it's about time
that you cut the crap

and drop
the restraining order.

I'm sorry,
I said crap it's just...
I'm a bit worked up.

Good dry run.

(SIGHS)

-(MOBILE RINGING)
-(SIGHS)

-What?
-She didn't speak to me
for an hour!

It must be my face,
or is it my voice,
is it too high?

Oh, I sounded better
when I was smoking.

-What do you think?
-I can't write a song.

-I'm empty inside.
-I could have told you that.

(LAUGHING) Big help,
Miss Professional Therapist.

You know what you need?
Step nine of
the 12 step programme,

it's when you make amends
with all the people
you've wronged.

And why would I do that?

Because your subconscious
is overwhelmed with
the burden of guilt,

and it's blocking
your creative flow.

You're right.

Your voice is annoying.

But you love me.

ANDY: (SIGHS)
Clash and Kasabian...

Excuse me?
I was wondering
if you could help?

(SHOUTING)
Can't you see I'm busy!

Andy.
My office. Now.

I just want to say,
I totally respect you
for what you're about to do.

I'm ready.
Give it to me.

Andy that was
a totally shocking
display of initiative.

Those craggy arseholes
have been window shopping
for, like, three weeks.

You just showed them
that we only deal with
serious customers.

Andy, I'd like to offer you
a promotion.

How would you like to be
Carpet Brothers'
new Junior Manager?

-Er...
-I know what
you're thinking.

That's very nice, Roopesh,
but how does that translate,
you know, moneywise?

Well, how does £2.50 extra
an hour sound?

All right, £3.00, cheeky.

But, you know,
I can't go any higher.

Do we have a deal, Andy?

-Er, yes?
-Great.

There's a delivery
for you to celebrate,
Mr Junior Manager.

Hello?

WOMAN: I'm upstairs.
Go straight through.

ERROL: No alcohol.

No smoking.

By all means,
help yourself.

Oh, hi.
I've got a delivery
for Mrs Connaught.

(STUTTERING)
Where do you want this?

I saw you pilfer
my cigarettes.

I wasn't pilfering,
you know,
I was helping.

You know, each one of them
is 15 minutes off your life.

I've just saved you an hour.

That's two episodes of Girls,

or one episode
of Question Time,
take your pick.

I should call your boss,
right now,
and have you sacked.

I'm not a snitch, though.

That is hideous.

Yeah. I mean,
if you could just sign...

What makes you think
I'm signing that?

-You don't want the rug?
-How old do you think I am?

Be honest.

Fifty-two?

-Less honest.
-Forty-three?

Fourty-five.

Do you find
older women attractive?

-Andy?
-Erm...

ERROL: No sexual activity.

-Sometimes.
-I feel the same,

about slovenly,
blue-collar delivery men.

Do you get
a lot of deliveries?

Let's just say,
I was voted Ocado's
Customer of the Year.

Now, I'm going upstairs,
to run a bath.

Are you coming?

(SHOUTING) No sex!

* Older lady

* Older lady

* Older lady

* She like gravy

* Older, older, older,
older, older lady

* Older, older, older lady

Shit! (YELLS)

ERROL: Is this
really necessary?

Well, apparently,
I can't write another song,

until I, "Make amends"
with the people I've hurt.

You're doing
step nine aren't you?

You know, it only works
if you've done step one,
through eight.

Well, it's worth a try.

Now prepare yourself.
There's going to be some
pretty angry adults in there,

and there may be
some bad language.

What do you fucking mean,
it's nice to see me?

Well, it's been so long,
I almost missed you.

Almost.
You brought an entertaining
chaos to my life.

Good one.
Now skip to the part where
you grab me by the balls,

and threaten
to tear my nuts off.

And use them as
suppositories!

(CHUCKLES)
I mean, for example.

Sorry.
I just can't be arsed.

Could you pass me
the glitter, please?

Oh, Gwen?
Give me something.
Call me a useless prick...

Or an odious troglodyte?

Dad's right, Andy.
I've barely heard from you
in about a year,

apart from
your status updates.

Is Carpet Brothers really
that much of a shithole?

Yes! But don't mind that.

Come on, you've got to be
furious with me
about something.

I was the worst
boyfriend in the world.

Don't flatter yourself.
Look, it's been a while
and I've cooled off.

Plus, we had some fun times.

Oh, please don't tell me
on the one day that I need it,

nobody wants
to take a swing at me.

CASPER: Oh, mate,
I'll gladly do the job.

Oh! You're still around?

-What's he doing here?
-We're having a nice chat.

Don't worry your pretty,
little head about it.

Yeah, we wouldn't want
to tax that brain cell.

You sure you want
to start this?

I see they've got you
working the store room.

What's the matter?
Animal testing not hiring?

Andy, just popped by
to apologise for all
of his stupid behaviour.

Well, I never said stupid.

Oh, it's a given.

CASPER: So where's
my apology?

I know you were
the one who wrote,

"Casper has a Lego piece dick"
on my band's YouTube page.

Hey, you'd better not be
cyberbullying my boyfriend.

I never wrote that.

Really?
Someone else has the username
Andy-is-the-dog's-bollocks-82?

Well, I told him
he shouldn't have skipped
steps one to eight.

Is there anything
you'd like to share today,
Belles?

Anything.
This is your time.

Just that my mum's a bitch
for making me come here.

And why, why do you think
she wants you to come here?

Do you think she might be
worried about you?

You really want
to get into this?

All right.

I don't eat because
food is the one thing
my mother can't control.

She's not interested
in my problems,

so she wants to
farm them off on you,

and have me
come home all fixed.

She doesn't want me better,
she just wants me obedient.

Fucking parents, right?

Only listen when you tell them
what they want to hear.

This is great, Belle.

And I want to help you find
a healthy way to process this

that doesn't involve you
harming your body.

(SCOFFING)
You're not even a real
therapist, are you?

You're one of those trainees,
just trying to get
their hours in.

How's this hour going
for you?

-(WHISPERING)
It's not your fault.
-Excuse me?

It's not your fault.

It's not your fault.

Are you
Good Will Hunting me?

That's us.

That was good.

-He's probably busy.
-He's just at home
doing his taxes.

Exactly.
Never get between
a man and his taxes.

Well, I did all
the calculations.

He's just doing the paperwork.
A monkey could do it.

Come on, please.
You promised.

(MOBILE VIBRATING)

-Hello?
-Yes. Who is this?

Andy? Is that you?
It's Ben.

Ben?
Which Ben, am I talking to?

Your ex-brother-in-law, Ben.

Oh, yeah, that Ben.
Hi.

Erm...
How can I help you?

-You called me?
-Oh, yeah.
That's right. I did.

Erm, yeah,
I just wanted to ask you,

how are you getting along
with your taxes?

How do you know
I'm doing my taxes?

Because I took acid
at Glastonbury in 2004,
and ever since then,

I've been a little bit
psychic. Bye!

Well, you can't say
we didn't try.

I feel a song coming along.

-No, call him back.
-Give me back my axe.
I am not messing around.

You'll have writer's block
until you tell him to drop
the restraining order.

I do not have writer's block.
Check this out.

* Writer's block,
writer's block

* I'm going to come
and do your lock

* Oh, writer's block,
writer's block

* You can suck my big fat...

(DOORBELL RINGING)

I'm shit!

(DOOR CLOSING)

I Good Will Hunting'd her.

I've had all this training
and the best I could do
was some cheesy line,

written by Ben Affleck
and Matt Damon.

-I heard they
didn't even write that.
-I need a cigarette.

-I thought you quit.
-I'm un-quitting.
Where are they?

-I don't have any.
-Liar, I know where
you hide them.

-SAM: Andy, move.
-You'll never guess who
I bumped into the other day?

-Bruce. He says, "Hello."
-That's great.
Get out of the way.

-I can't!
Lola's in the shower.
-I can't hear any water.

-(SHOWER RUNNING)
-Lola? Hi, it's Sam,
Andy's sister.

Can I come in please?

(STUTTERING)
No, sorry, I'm naked.
I've boobs and everything.

Polish.
Bit of a prude.

Just use
the shower curtain then,
I'm coming in.

Argh!

-ANDY: Sam...
-Ha, I knew it.

(CHORTLING)

Mum, no!

Errol, get your things
and get in the car.

Now!

Sam...

(GRUNTING) Sam!

SAM: Jesus, Errol!
You can't go undermining

every decision
that your dad makes
that you don't agree with.

Andy could get in a lot
of trouble over this.

And your dad, he's just
trying to protect you,
in his own way.

He just wants you
to be safe,

and quiet and obedient,

and...

Oh, shit!

Well, if it isn't our
new Junior Manager.

Where's your uniform?
Oh wait, you're starting
casual Fridays?

I think that's
a brilliant idea.

Roopesh,
I appreciate everything
you've tried to do for me.

It's just that something's
not quite working out here.

Is this about the employee
vending machine?

I promise,
that I'm gonna get that fixed.
It's just been mayhem.

No. It's not that.
It's just that I qui...

-Can you give me
a minute?
-Yeah.

It wasn't my idea.
He just started coming over
and I couldn't get rid of him.

Andy, shut up.
Right, here's how
we're going to do this.

I'm going to pretend like
I know nothing about
your arrangement

and we are never going
to speak of this again

but you have
to promise me something.

Ben must never
find out about this.
Understood?

-Yeah.
-Yes.

Good.

-Is that really called
"Nut Cream?"
-Yeah.

(CHUCKLING) Wow!

-Ben's here.
-SAM: What?

-ANDY: Hide
-Oh, Jesus.

Ben!
Long-time no see.

Can I interest you
in a fine Persian?

A rug, not a person.

You must think
I'm a total fucking idiot.

Er, it's a joke.

Hello, you can't sell people,
that is illegal.

Also known as trafficking.

The only way you
could have known
I was doing my taxes,

was if Errol told you.

Or, if Errol told Sam
and Sam told me.

She is my sister.
We do talk.

-What are you waving at?
-Nothing. I've got that
restless arm syndrome.

(CHUCKLING)
Don't let me near an auction!

(THUDDING)

Oh, Dad.
Fancy seeing you here.

Congratulations, Andy.
You're now officially
breaking the law.

-BEN: I'm calling the police.
-No, no, no, Dad, please wait!

Ben, listen,
we can talk about this first.

-I'll deal with you two
in a minute.
-ANDY: No. It's fine.

I'm walking away.
Two hundred metres.
Officially walking...

I said stop!

-Errol!
-What? You're always
asking me how I'm doing.

If you're so curious,
I've been...

I've been seeing Uncle Andy
every day after school
for the last year.

Because he's
the only person,

I feel I don't have to
pretend to be happy around
all the time!

I don't make you pretend.
You can tell me your feelings.

My feelings? Okay.
Your restraining order
is stupid.

Uncle Andy is in this family,
and you can't stop me from
seeing someone in my family.

I'm 13 now.
It should be my choice,
not yours!

-But the drugs...
-Were an accident!

And he's been
punished enough.

And you weren't there,
so how would you
even know?

The reason he's here,
is because you two

didn't have the time for me
in the first place.

Well, this is a first.

This is normal.
He's finally processing
his anger towards you.

Towards me?
Is that what you guys
think of me as?

Bad cop?

(EXHALES)

Damn it.

Fine.

I'll lift
the restraining order.

But if you ever
endanger my son again...

Oh, yeah,
you'll kill me.

No, I'll move out
of the country

and I'll take
Errol with me.

So how about we
take another crack
at this song then?

(CHUCKLING)
I don't think that's
going to happen, mate.

(IN AMERICAN ACCENT)
I believe my song writing
days are behind me.

It's...

It's not your fault.

-What?
-It's not your fault.

Are you
Good Will Hunting me?

Listen to me, Andy.
It's not your fault.

That's not going to
work, Sam.

-It's not your fault.
Look at me.
-Sam, stop it.

It's not your fault.

It's not your fault.

But it is, it is my fault.

He was my responsibility
and I fucked up.

-And he almost...
-Yeah, but he didn't,
and he's fine.

And you have
to let go of this,

and forgive yourself,
and move on.

Or you're never going
to write again.

(WHISPERING)
I can't.

-Uncle Andy?
-Yeah?

I forgive you.

* Lately I've been
feeling strange

* Something deep
inside me changed

* My DNA was re-arranged

* I've been down and out

* But holy fuck,
I'm back again

* Just like the phoenix
from the flames

* Or Jesus Christ,
or What's-his-name

* I was lost,
but now I'm found

* I'm back

* He's back

* Consider my lessons learned

* He's back

* The prodigal son's returned

* He's really back

* Re-building
the bridges I burned

* Burned, burned
* Burned, burned

* I'm back to save
my reputation

* Save you all
from your damnation

* Start the fucking
celebration

* I've seen the holy light

* He's back

* Everybody bow before me

* Gather round
and all adore me

* Restore me to
my former glory

* The resurrection's nigh

* I'm back

* He's fuckin' back

* I'm feeling myself again

* Thank fuck, he's back

* Relieving myself of pain

* Holy shit, he's back

* And rising above the flames

* Flame, flames
* Flame, flames

* Flames, I'm back

* Sweet shit, he's back,
he's back

* Your prayers have been
answered at last

* Hot piss, he's back,
he's back

* Returning like Lazarus

* Big dick is back,
he's back

* You'd better start
kissing my ass

* Ass, ass, ass
* Ass, ass, ass, ass

* I'm back

(PANTING)

You're fired.

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)

-What are you doing here?
-I've written a song.

Give me back
my PlayStation.

Not until you write
a whole album.

Don't make me kill you
in front of all these
nice people.

We've only just had
the restraining order lifted.

What's this?

It's a food
and exercise regimen
I've prepared for you.

Well, I haven't
got writer's block any more.
So why would I need this?

You'll be healthier
and more attractive
to the opposite sex.

-Goji berries?
-Yeah.

They're a potent antioxidant.

So is a chicken korma.
Why do you care
if I write an album?

I don't.
It's just, since
I stood up to Dad,

I've discovered
something about myself.

Honesty is the best policy?

I like telling people
what to do.

Oh, I'm back.

(CAR DOOR OPENING)

So, what do these
goji berries taste like then?