All language subtitles for Gortimer.Gibbons S02E20_English

Gortimer, narrating:
I've lived my whole life
on Normal Street.

There's a lake at one end

and a forest of shady trees
at the other.

But what lies in between

is anything but normal.

It's human nature
to want to take care

of the people around us.

We try to do all we can

to make their lives
as complete as possible.

But we can't do everything.

And sometimes,
the more we try to do,

the less we actually achieve.

Right. Mm-hmm.

Oh. Of course.

There's an incredibly strong
narrative voice here.

- Right.
- [humming]

Well, the issues that I see

have mostly to do
with, um, with pacing

in the later chapters. Right.

And making sure
the ambiguous resolve--

which, by the way, I love--

- is fully earned.
- Mommy, look.

Mommy, look.

[chanting]
Mommy. Mommy. Mommy.

- Mommy.
- For sure.

- Mommy.
- Hey, Mom, where's
my cactus shirt?

That sounds great.
I look forward
to working with you, too.

Bye-bye.

Could you just, please?

Okay.

What is the rule

when Mommy's on the phone?

- That goes for you, too.
- Sorry.

- Was that?
- It was.

- And?
- I got it.

No! My mom's
going to be working

with a bestselling author!

You're amazing.

Well, okay it is only
on a trial basis.

I have one week to finish
my notes on his manuscript.

If he likes my work,
we'll make it official.

Of course he's going
to like your work.

Fingers crossed.
That does mean

I will have no social life
for the next week.

Oh, Adam
is going to be so bummed.

We were supposed to go
to that jazz festival.

Ow.

What is it?

Ooh. Looks
like a little splinter.

How did you get that?

Here, let me get
my-- my tweezers.

- Where did I put them?
- [oven bell dings]

Oh.

Ooh.

Is it a special occasion?

Only the bake sale
you and Ranger

have been talking about
all month.

For the animal shelter.

Yes. Did you forget?

What? What's wrong?

No. Nothing. It's just
the bake sale's next week.

But-- But that's okay.

I'm sure the cake will
be just as good then.

Probably better. Besides,
it's for homeless animals.

- Who's going to complain?
- Gortimer, stop, please.

It's fine. I'll just--
I'll make another one.

Oh, no, no, no.
We're late for preschool.

Come on, buddy. Let's go.

Oh. Bye, guys.

- Bye.
- See you soon.

Come on, sweetie. Let's go.

Ow.

Oh. Oh, no. Your splinter.

Sorry, honey. Come on.

Don't wanna go.

Sorry. I'm late.

Crazy morning, and then there
was lane close on Topeka--

It's so hard
to get out of the door
with the little ones.

Yeah.

Even with these guys
dressing themselves.

Oh, uh, before I forget,
would you like to sign up

for the Mommy and Me
pickling class this Tuesday?

The kids love it because
you get to eat your project.

Oh, how fun. Do you happen
to have a weekend class?

It's just because
of work and everything.

Oh. We found
a lot of people

were having family time
on the weekends,

so there wasn't
enough interest.

I'm sorry.

Uh, it's fine.

Are you staying for
the circle sing-along?

Oh, uh, I wish I could.
I just--

Uh, have a great day.

Okay, buddy?

I love you.

Bye, Mom.

Come on, little buddy.

Let's blow bubbles.

Everyone wants
puppies and kittens,

but people discriminate
against older animals.

I had no idea
they had it that bad.

Yeah. It's a problem.

But you know,
I'm starting to see myself

as a champion
for the underdog.

See you.

Bye, Ranger.

See you.

[yawn]

[door closes]

Long day?

Oh, yeah.
And it isn't over yet.

Come on, buddy.
It's time for your bath.

No bath. No bath.

Gardner, don't start this.

[chanting] No bath.
No bath. No bath. No bath.

- Come on.
- I don't want to.

Let's go. [grunt]

I don't want to.

"Call 911 because
you're phoning it in."

[chuckle]

"You do enough to get by,

"but you're easily
overwhelmed.

Mac 'n cheese? Pa-lease."

"Mediocre Mommy"?

Huh.

Who comes up
with this garbage?

She doesn't need
to be reading this.

Did you see how high Ella
got when she blocked Julie?

And did you
see her jump serve?

She has crazy hops.

Since when are you wearing
make-up to school?

Ever since these freckles
started invading my face.

Oh. But yours are cute.

I don't get it.

It's meta.

No, I'm pretty sure
it's a bowl.

What do you think of this?

Think she'll like it?

It's your mom's birthday?

No, no.
It's not her birthday.

I just want to do
something special for her.

She's been kind
of overwhelmed lately.

She'll love it, even though
it is very literal.

Cool.
"This is not a bowl."

Meta. Nice.

$6.00.

And 40 bucks.

For a mug?

Yeah. Well, it's part
of our very special

Albanian Matriarch
Collection.

It's, uh, super rare.

The bank of Lake Pogradec

is home to a very fine clay

that only appears
when the moon is full--

[howling]

...and the frogs near
the lake cease their croaking.

The clay is taken to the home

of the oldest woman
in the village,

where it remains
for 70 long years.

At the end of the 70 years,

the youngest girl in the
village gathers the clay.

She keeps it
for another 70 years.

- As they wait for--
- Ranger: Another 70 years?

We don't have time
for this.

Right. Handle with care,

if you know what I mean.

You're up early.

Good morning.

Mexican vanilla latte
for Madame.

[chuckling] Gortimer,
this is so sweet.

Actually,
it's just instant coffee.

"World's Best Mom."

Wait. Did you make this?

Well, I know you've been
kind of busy lately, so--

Mm.
This means a lot to me.

Thank you for being
so thoughtful.

I'm going to go
get ready for school.

I made you
whole grain pancakes.

Well, dig in.
You're a growing boy.

Shakespeare's use
of literary devices

was extremely deliberate,
as you can see in--

[bell rings]

We'll pick this up next week.

Homework on my desk, please.

Oh, no.

- No, no, no, no.
- What?

My homework.

I left it
on my desk at home.

I'm so sunk. Ms. Francis!

I kind of left
my essay at home.

I'm really sorry.

- Oh. I have your essay.
- You do?

Your mom
dropped it off earlier.

She also brought me an apple

and an apple pie.

She's an inspiration.

That's weird.

Not weird. It's really nice.

You should appreciate
your mother more.

Do these animals
look sad enough?

I mean, we want them
to be pretty sad

so that people buy cakes,

but we don't want them
to look so sad

that the people
lose their appetites.

It is a fine line.

This is incredible.

Your comics are organized

by primary and ancillary
superpower.

And that's just
the tip of the iceberg.
Check this out.

I don't believe it.
Your socks have been
Roy G. Bivved.

Right? Who knew
I had so much indigo?

- Where'd you get that?
- Mel: I love it.

Good, because my mom
made one for each of you.

How does she have
time to do all that?

Isn't she on a deadline?

I don't know. Ever since
I gave her that mug,

she's been
the world's best mom.

Take that, Lady 365.

What are you
talking about?

Oh.

[chuckle]
"Mediocre Mommy"?

Wow. Good job
with the positive
reinforcement, Lady 365.

Who even reads this?

I'll recycle it for you.

Yoo-hoo!

I made you guys
some seven grain cookies.

Oh. And, Gortimer,

can you remember
to check the chore wheel?

You were supposed to start
a compost pile.

We have a chore wheel?

You have a compost pile?

We would if Gortimer
had started one.

[scoff]

[blender whirring]

Kale, radish, and quinoa.

- [gulp]
- Mm.

What am I going to do?

She went from
the world's best mom

to the world's
most annoying mom.

[knocking]

Hey, guys.
Gortimer, your mom called.

Said to get home right away.
It's "GST"?

What is that?

Gibbon Silent Time.

She wants all the Gibbons
to meditate together.

She's even got Adam doing it.

See you later.

Bye, Gortimer.

What are you looking for?

Aha.

Lipstick?

What's going on?

I'm 14,

and the only make-up
I own is from a place

that you guys bought me
three years ago.

Yeah, I'm okay with that.

I have to start
wearing make-up.

I see. You have to.

And who exactly
made that rule?

- [scoff]
- Well,

in any case,
you do wear make-up.

Yeah,
on special occasions,

not every day.

I'm tired of looking
like a kid.

But, honey, you are a kid.

You don't get it.

[humming]

Ah-ah-ah.

You're not stacking
according to the chart.

Mug after bowl,
that is not your goal.

But bowl after mug,
and you get a hug.

Why don't we just use
the dishwasher?

Wait. Don't tell me.

Blah blah blah,
successful adult.

I know
you're being facetious,

but you're right.

Mug after bowl,
that's not my--

[vacuum running]

♪♪[rock playing
in headphones]

Mom.

- Mom!
- Aah!

- Oh.
- [vacuum off]

I just discovered
a super-quick way

to pick up Gardner's toys.

Right?

Ha ha.

Wait.
Why are you up so early?

It's not early.
It's late.

My alarm clock
was unplugged.

Oh, no, no, no. That was me.

Yeah, I figured you should
get extra sleep

since you're always so tired.

But the bake sale
is in an hour,

and we-- we don't
even have a cake yet.

Oh, yikes,
I forgot about that.

Wait. I still have a lot
to do before my meeting.

I can't let my client
think I don't
have my act together.

You know what they say:
messy house equals messy brain.

You know how to make
a cake, right?

No.

Ooh.

Uh, mix it all in here.

The mail bowl.

Well, not with the mail
in it, silly.

Here.

Need some help, buddy?

Here. Come on.

Hey, Mom, what's going on?
Gardner's starving.

I know. He keeps saying that.

I told him to go ahead
and eat without me.

He doesn't know
how to open milk.

Are you okay?

Yes. I'm fine.

Why?

I have to run an errand.

Can you start making the cake?

Oh. Yes. Of course.
No problem.

No problemo.

Pas de problème.

You don't know how
to make a cake, do you?

[bell dings]

Can I help you find something?

Yeah, I need another one
of those mugs--

the Armenian old lady ones.

Albanian.

I need another one.

Why do you need another?

You didn't break it,
did you?

Uh, maybe.

[sigh]

When the mug is ready
to be shipped out,

the old women of the village

gather to cast
the final spell.

[chanting]

Whatever words
you inscribe upon the mug

will forever be true.

But if the mug shatters,

the spell will
turn into a curse.

[woman laughing]

And the only thing
that can lift it is...

To give most heart
like tiny grass?

What does that mean?

How should I know?

This is very poorly
translated.

Got it. So, uh, can I
have another one?

They only make one
every 140 years.

Didn't you get that?

Mom, what are you doing?

I was trying to find
a book on multitasking,

but I got distracted.

Why did I ever
join a book club?

Your manuscript, Mom.
What happened?

Well, I told Gardner
he could read it.

He doesn't know
how to read, Mom.

Yeah, or spell,
apparently.

Oh, no. He colored
all over it.

[gasp] What am I
supposed to do?

Oh, no.

[smoke alarm blares]

Mommy, make it stop.

N-N-No.

Aah! No, no, no, no.

Aah! Oh! Aah.

[coughing]

Mom, why is Gardner
in the sink?

He got egg yolks
all over himself,

and I didn't want him
to make a mess everywhere.

[smoke alarm continues]

[smoke alarm stops]

Mom, why don't we
have any food?

Didn't you just go
grocery shopping?

Well, the chore wheel said

I was supposed to
clean the fridge today,

so I just got rid
of everything.

Oh, boy.
I really am off my game.

That quiz was right.
I am a mediocre mom.

That was wrong.
I'm a terrible mom.

Mom, don't worry.
I-- I can help out.

I'll clean up here
and take care of things,

but I need you to go
to the store.

Can you do that?

We just need so much stuff,

I don't even know
where to begin.

Here's a-- Here's a list.

Thanks, Gortimer.

Mom, you forgot your list!

- [clatter]
- Gardner, no! Don't do that!

[sigh]

Hey.

Are you ready to do your part
for unfortunate cats and dogs?

Oh, no. The bake sale.

I'm sorry. You got to
go without me.

W-Whoa. What happened?

I'll explain later.
Let's just say

you might want
to get more cookies
from the bakery.

[doorbell rings]

Maybe I should have
had the bake sale

- at the bakery because--
- [ding dong]

...it's kind of like we have
one there every day anyway.

- Yeah, yeah. Food for thought.
- [ding dong]

- I got to go. Bye.
- Okay.

It's open!

Hello.

Let me guess.

You must be Gortimer Gibbon,

first issue of the delightful
Claire Gibbon.

Never heard it put that way,
but yeah, sure.

I'm Winston Hobbes.
I have an appointment.

Your mother has been
mangling my manuscript.

[laughing]

I'm kidding. Ha ha ha!

But really, I don't have
much time. Is she in?

Yeah. She'll just--
She'll be here in a second.

- [glass shatters]
- Gardner: Oops.

Can you hold this, please?
Thank you, sir.

Gardner!
Put down the whisk!

"Butylated hydroxytoluene."

I guess they wouldn't put it
in there if it was bad for you.

These kids look
like they're having fun.

Mel.

Oh. Hi.

I was hoping I wouldn't
run into anyone I know.

Yeah. I totally know
that feeling.

Hey, uh, do you know what
butylated hydroxytoluene is?

Do kids like it?

You okay? What's wrong?

I'm fine.

I just wanted
to cover my freckles,

and now this stuff
won't come off.

Why are there a hundred

different types
of make-up remover?

And how am I
supposed to know

what types of pores
I have?

[sigh]

Well...

I like this kind.

It's for sensitive skin
like ours.

Thanks.

You know, Mel,

your freckles
make you unique.

You look so much
like your mom.

Hey.

I miss her, too.

I want you to know

that you can always
come to me

for mom stuff.

I know,
I know it's not the same.

But I'm here for you...

for anything.

Let's get out of here.

You don't want
that stuff?

That's all just a bunch
of junk food.

I don't know
what I was thinking.

Come on.
I'll give you a ride.

I just have to make
one quick stop first.

What are you doing?

I'm just trying to get
this gunk off this stove.

Oh, don't worry about it.
I have special stuff for that.

I got it.

Mom?

[chuckling]

Hey, you better get going.

Going where?

To your bake sale.

Oh, no. It's okay.

I already told Ranger
I couldn't go.

Besides, it's too late
to make a cake now.

Well, here you go.

Made from scratch.

What? How?

I didn't say
I made it from scratch.

It's what bakeries
are for.

I have no idea how you
do this every day.

Me, neither.

Go. Have fun.

Oh. And before I go,

Gardner's taking a nap,

your ficus plant
needs a new pot,

and your client guy's been
waiting in the living room

for, like, 30 minutes.
I love you.

Oh.

Wow. Uh--

Okay. Ohh.

Winston.

Mr. Hobbes.

I am so, so sorry I'm late.

I had a parent emergency.

I'm on a very tight schedule.

I'm sure you of all people
can appreciate that.

I completely understand.

To be honest, after waiting
for you for 20 minutes,

I was only staying
so I could tell you

that you didn't get the job.

Oh.

But then I
saw the manuscript

and decided to go
through your notes.

That really wasn't
meant for you to see.

My son kind of
went crazy on it.

Yes, I know.

But I'm glad I got
your unfiltered thoughts.

These notes are fantastic.

Ha ha. Although scribbling
out chapter 3 in blue crayon

seems a little unnecessary.

[laughing]

But the drawing of the poodle
was quite charming.

So can we make it official?

Are you giving me the job?

I'd be a fool not to.

Thank you.

I promise you will have
my undivided attention.

No more emergencies.

Gardner: Mommy! Mommy!

Gortimer:
We sometimes think

that the only way
to show our worth

is by doing things
for others.

But when that gets
to be too much,

remember that people
don't expect more from us

than to just be ourselves.

So let yourself off the hook

and appreciate the things
that make you...

well...you.