All language subtitles for Bobs Burgers s13e14 hese Boots Are Made for Stalking.eng

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- TINA: Uh...
- LOUISE: What's she doing?

Is she waiting on them?

That's not
what's happening, right?

- Oh, I can't look.
- TINA: Sorry.

- Oof. That doesn't look good.
- Nope.

TINA: I've got to make
a nine inch nail.

- Oh, my God.
- (phone buzzes)

- Tina?
- TINA: I've got to get out of here!

I messed everything up.

And I ran into the bathroom,
and now

I don't know how to leave without

walking right by their table!

It's okay, honey.

- It's okay.
- Start the car!

- I'm gonna make a run for it!
- Tina, no!

TINA:
Ah, ah, ah!

LINDA:
Tina, honey! What happened?

Tina!

TINA:
They came in again yesterday.

They sat in the same booth.

I've never seen teenagers
like this before.

They're a different,
confident cool.

I call it: confi-cool.

They smelled
like they always smell,

like that spray-on hair dye
I thought people

were only allowed
to use on Halloween.

I couldn't stop staring.

I hope I wasn't too obvious.

I wanted to talk to them.

I wanted to eat them?

But with my heart?

Like how I felt
when I saw that bus stop ad

where the four friends
were jumping off a dock

into a lake wearing jeans.

Please, please, please,
let them come back, Journal.

I need to--

Oh, crap. My pen's dying.

Sorry, Journal,
this might hurt a little bit.

I need to figure out

how they are so cool,
and then be that cool.

Hmm. So, there's me.

LINDA:
Kids! Breakfast is ready.

Okay. I got to go.

Hey. We said the same thing. Jinx.

Morning, my Tina.

- Morning.
- Morning, my Louise.

- You sleep okay?
- No, Mother. I did not.

- I was tossing and turning
all night. - Oh, no.

And then, early this morning,
it struck me.

It was an odor.

Like if a dumpster
just got back from the gym.

I searched my room, frantic,
and there they were,

under my desk: Gene's stinky,

nasty, abominable socks.

- Oh, God. Not at breakfast!
- Ugh. - (Tina retches)

Mm-hmm. Gene, take them.

Thank you.
Oh, they're still moist.

He took them off yesterday
when we were playing

- No Floor Parkour.
- GENE: I needed the grippy-ness

of my sweet, clammy feet.

LOUISE: And I said, "Get those
satanic socks out of my room."

And he said, "I will,

right after
I parkour some more."

But then he forgot.

- That sounds right.
- BOB: Ugh.

Louise, why didn't you

just throw them in the hamper?

Or in the garbage?

Because, Father,
I wanted him to feel shame.

I think they smell fun
and interesting.

Oh, really?
So you feel no shame?

The opposite. I feel pride.

I could smell these socks
all day.

Fine, then do it.
Wear them again.

That sounds like a bad idea.

- Okay.
- Gene. - Oh, no, no, no.

Not on your feet.
That's too far from your nose.

Well, I can't wear them
on my hands.

What if someone asks me
to do a spontaneous piano solo?

Wear them in... this area.
Near the smell zone.

Or your dad had that fun idea
to throw them in the hamper.

How about right here?

I could use
some necktie accessorizing.

I'm dressing for sock-cess.

Gene, please don't.

Father, this is something
I have to do.

- Is it?
- Yes. - Yes.

I'm gonna go wash my hands
for a very long time.

You won't last a day!

Oh, yes, I will.
And I'll look great doing it.

Papa? Would you help me tie my
sweaty sock into a Windsor knot?

I don't know how to do that,
and I don't want to touch it.

- Fair enough.
- Earth to Teeny Tina.

- Have some breakfast.
- Oh.

I was just thinking
about those kids

that have been coming into
the restaurant lately.

You mean me, you and Louise?

No, the ones with the hair
and the clothes and the swagger.

- Talking about me?
- BOB/LINDA: The teens.

Ugh, again with the teens.

If you want swagger,
check this out.

(grunting rhythmically)

(sighs) I think something
dripped onto your plate

- from those things.
- Oh, look at that.

Tina, honey, your face might be
smudging the glass a little bit.

Maybe if you mop a little worse,
they'll come sooner?

- You could also mop
anywhere else? - No, thank you.

Okay, Gene.
You've made your point.

You can take the tie off now.

Mm-mm. Today was great
because of this tie.

I turned a lot of heads. And
I cleared the cafeteria line.

All I had to do was jiggle
it about. My tie, that is.

Nuh-uh. There's no way
that wearing that smelly sock

as a necktie was a good thing.

It's fine, Louise.
You wouldn't get it.

You're living that
no-sock-necktie life.

Probably 'cause you're not
strong enough. And that's okay.

Oh, I'm strong enough. I'm just
not quite as dumb as you.

But if I chose to wear a sock
necktie, I'd be great at it.

I'd be better at it than you.

Your mouth is writing checks
your nose can't cash.

(scoffs) My nose
can write checks all day.

It's got overdraft protection.

Well, mine reimburses you
for out-of-network ATM fees!

They're here! Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Here.
Give me the mop so you can...

This mop is dry.

There's nothing even
in the bucket.

- Sorry, yeah.
It was just my cover. - Okay.

Well, go give them their menus.

- Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh.
- Or maybe I'll do the menus.

- Huh. Huh.
- Tina, when you take their order, you should scream,

"Love me!" right in their faces.
People like that.

I can't take their order.
They're them.

And I'm just regular.

No, you're not.
You're irregular.

Like Dad's heartbeat.

It's not irregular.
It's just funky.

You can do it, Tina.
You're a waitress.

Sort of. So, just wait on them?

- You want me to take
their order, honey? - No.

- I'll do it. (groaning)
- Attagirl.

So far, so good.

(groaning continues)

Hey.

Hi, I'm Tina?
Can I take your order? (choking)

Sorry. (gagging)

I'm just ch--
I'm choking on my spit.

(coughs) You can start ordering.

I can write and choke.

She's doing great.

Maybe she wanted it
to be like this?

You know,
where she gags on them?

Maybe it sounds worse
from here, somehow?

Okay, got it.

Um, I'll just get this
into the, um, the-the kitchen?

So that they can
make food for you.

Um, and that's how it's
done here. (chuckles nervously)

Thanks. So what time should we
get to the Odeon next Saturday?

- O-Ow.
- Well, the Mud Stains go on

at 8:00. And I want to
be doing this by 8:05.

- So, 7:00?
- TINA: The Mud Stains at the Odeon?

Must be a band they like.
Writing it down.

I'm gonna stand here and listen
a little while longer.

Look casual. (strains)
That's it. Good job.

Keeping it casual.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

"The Mud Stains," question mark.

"Cool band," question mark.
Question mark.

Sorry, that's for me.
Um, here you go.

This one says, "Don't fart,
don't fart, don't fart."

Tina, did you even
take their order?

Sorry. Let me find it.

Um, here you--
No. Nope. Not that one.

Um, how about-- nope.
No. Um, oh! Okay, here it is.

Lot of exclamation points.

Yeah, it was
a really good order.

I'll-I'll need it back later.

Ah, look who went to the hamper
and found exciting neckwear,

who can totally handle it,

because she's stronger than
anyone else in this family.

Oh, no.
You're both doing this now?

Ooh, one of my socks from today.

Fresh off my feet.
It will be especially pungent.

We had P. E.,
and I stepped in a puddle.

- Mm.
- Yeah, I'm getting that.

All right. Family togetherness
time with the TV.

Oh, Louise. Oh, no, honey.

- Oh, yes.
- Hey, where's Tina?

Tina! TV!

TINA:
I'm gonna stay in my room.

You guys can watch TV
without me.

Nerd! Just kidding. Sorta.

TINA:
Journal, I have a plan.

The teens, they're the key.

The key to a better me,
a better life.

The next time they come
to the restaurant,

they're gonna meet
a whole new Tina.

And it's gonna be me
being a lot like them.

Step one,
like the music they like.

Step two,
dress the way they dress.

Step three, we become friends,

and everything's different
in my life, forever.

Step one. Time to fall in love
with this band,

that is now my favorite band,
that I'd never heard before.

- (punk rock music playing)
- Okay, okay.

That's a little shouty.

Ah, I-I love it.

Just gonna turn it down a little
bit. Because I love it so much.

Yay. The plan's already working.

This is the new me. Just gonna
turn it down a little bit more.

Okay, we're off
to the thrift store

to get Tina a funky old outfit.

Yep, step two of

my "Tina Becomes
A Cool Teen-a" plan.

Step one was a huge success,
and I totally love

how scary and angry
all the Mud Stains songs are.

♪ Here's a riddle ♪

♪ It's my middle finger ♪

♪ Pointed in your direction ♪

♪ I hope you get an infection. ♪

- LOUISE: Sounds great.
- GENE: That's deep.

- Such a good song.
- Yeah.

Oh, and, Dad, if the teens
come in before I get back,

text Mom and try to stall them.

- Uh...
- Just talk to them about emojis

and new drugs
you've heard about.

- Bye.
- Bye. - Have fun shopping

while we stay at work.

- Not bothered by this at all.
- Good luck.

Don't pierce anything
I wouldn't pierce!

Have I told you all the things
I wouldn't pierce?

Basically,
everything but my ween.

TINA:
Whoa. There's so much stuff.

Maybe they have, like,
a badass teen section?

Probably not.
I'm trying to remember

what those kids were wearing.

I just remember I wanted
to brush all their hair.

Okay, let's start trying on
stuff other people threw away.

♪ Here's a riddle ♪

♪ It's my middle finger ♪

♪ Pointed in your direction ♪

♪ I hope you get an infection ♪

♪ And upon further reflection ♪

♪ I wanna punch you
in the face. ♪

Hey, Bob. Kids.

- KIDS: Hey, Teddy.
- Hey, Teddy.

Still wearing socks
as a necktie, huh?

Double sock necktie.

Yeah, it's double the struggle.
For Gene.

I don't really get it.

I guess it's different
for every generation.

With mine, it was talking back
to authority figures.

With yours, it's dirty socks
around your neck.

Yeah, they get like this.

Were you here
when they decided to see

who could hold their pee
the longest?

Th-That didn't end well.

Oh, yeah, that was bad.

Kids, go take out the garbage.

Uh, take your time.
Or, you know,

stop wearing nasty,
dirty clothes around your neck.

Louise can stop
any time she wants.

- I'll stop after you stop.
- I'll stop after you stop.

Well, I guess you're never
stopping, 'cause I love it.

Not as much as I love it.
This is my spiritual practice.

I'm teaching a class on this,

and it's already full
for the next ten years.

Do you need a guest speaker?

- We're doing our best.
- (doorbell jingles)

We're back, and we got slacks!

- Ah, ah, ah.
- And some other stuff, too.

- Did they come in?
- No.

- Phew.
- Wow, look at those boots.

TEDDY:
Whoa. Combat boots.

Are you storming
the beaches of Normandy later?

Just kidding. I know you're not.

Are those your size?

They're someone's size.
Ah! Oops.

I'm gonna run upstairs and
change and then come back down.

If they come while I'm gone,
just, uh,

take a really long time
to make their food.

Feels like that's happening
right now for me.

- Hint, hint.
- Mm.

♪ I hate ♪

♪ Waiting for crap to happen ♪

♪ I hate ♪

♪ Waiting for crap to happen ♪

♪ Don't make me wait
like you're the bus ♪

♪ If something doesn't happen
soon, I'm gonna cuss ♪

♪ Oh, my God, seriously,
if waiting's like dying ♪

♪ Then you're killing me ♪

♪ I hate waiting
for crap to happen ♪

♪ I hate waiting for crap
to happen ♪

♪ Crap! ♪

TINA: Gosh darn it,
I did all the stuff.

The music, the clothes,
and they didn't come in.

What if I never see them again?

And they never see new cool me?

How will I even know
if any of the stuff

I've been doing is working?

Ah! I have to do something.

Ugh, I have to find them!

But how do I...

(sighs) Forget it.

They're gone.
Out of my life forever.

The concert!

I have to go to the
Mud Stains concert at the Odeon!

Tonight. Right now!

Um, okay, what's happening?

The confi-cool teens.
They didn't come back,

and they may never come back,

and it's the one place
I know they're gonna be.

At the Odeon. Tonight.

I got to go there. Or-or they'll
slip through my fingers forever.

- LOUISE: Like Dad's hair.
- Louise.

Can I go? Please?

It's all ages,

which I think means
babies will be there?

A-And it's happening right now!

And-and I'll spend my own money,
but it's 3.2 miles away,

so I need a ride! Please?
I'll clean the whole house!

- I-I'll do laundry!
- No need.

Uh, yeah, sure, okay.
Uh, right, Bob?

Uh, yeah.

Maybe I'll go with you.

Yay! My first hard rock concert.

I want to stage dive.
Ooh, no, stage cannonball.

Um, it could go pretty late.

I mean,
it's already kind of late.

Maybe just your mom
and Tina should go.

But we'll drop
you guys off and...

Get gelato from that place.

Ooh, gelato.
I'd rather stage dive that.

Uh, okay. That's kind of close
to the Odeon.

Okay, great.
Mom, you gonna wear that?

I mean, it's-it's fine.
It's fine!

LINDA:
Okay, we're here.

- Bye.
- We'll see you crazy kids in a little bit,

unless we get moshed to death.

Just kidding. Oh, God.
It's fine.

Bye, Tina. Oh, look!

Sock tie is waving to you, too.

Goodbye. Pshew, pshew, pshew!

Oh, so is mine.
Wafty, wafty, wafty.

- Pshew, pshew, pshew!
- Wafty, wafty, wafty!

- Pshew, pshew, pshew, pshew...
- Wafty, wafty, wafty, wafty...

Wait, Lin, now I want to switch.

- LINDA: Too late. Goodbye.
- BOB: Hmm.

Hi, um, two tickets
to the Mud Stains, please.

One cool young adult and one...

Mom, are you a senior yet?

No. Thank you, Tina.

Sorry, it's sold out.

What? Sold out?

No! How?

I mean, you're a little late.

They started playing
like a half an hour ago.

And the opening band
even went long:

- Your Mom's a Fart.
- Hey.

- Uh, that's the name
of the opening band. - Oh.

But, also, concerts

- sell out sometimes.
- Oh.

Oh, no. Hey, uh, wh-what if,
uh, th-there's an extra

four dollars in it for you?

And, uh, some mints?
And a maxi pad?

Nah. I can get free ones here.

- No! No, no, no, no, no!
- LINDA: It's-it's got wings!

I don't care what anybody says.
Gelato is good.

I would fight someone
that said gelato wasn't good.

I would, at the very least,
shake my head and go "mm-mm-mm."

BOB:
Okay, well, now that we've given you a ton of sugar,

let's get you to bed. Tina,
did the gelato help you at all?

(sighs)

Tina said I should eat hers.

She said it would
make her feel better.

I think she wanted us
to split it.

Is it full of tears?

It is tear infused, I think.
Sorry, Tina.

- Ah! It's them! It's them!
- LINDA: Oh, my God!

- Oh, my God.
- The concert must be over.

- Dad, follow those teens.
- LINDA: Follow those teens, Bob!

Okay, but the light
is still red.

I'm riding a gelato high.
I'm up for anything.

Yeah. And I'm so jacked up on
sock smell, I feel invincible.

Green light, Dad. Go!

GENE:
Go, go, go, Dad.

TINA:
But can you follow them better?

LINDA:
Yeah. Come on, Bob.

BOB:
Okay, I'm trying.

It's hard to follow people
who are walking

- when you're in a car.
- There. They went in there.

- Park, Dad, park.
- Park, Bob! - Why aren't you parking?

BOB:
It's a lot of different driving instructions.

- LOUISE: Are we parked yet?
- TINA: I love you, Dad,

- but what are you doing?
- BOB: Hold on, hold on.

I-I-I'm-- (sighs)
I angled wrong.

I nosed in,
but I can, I can save it.

Let me just back up a tiny bit,
and then pull in some more.

Bob, why didn't you
just back in?

I know! I know!
I thought I had room.

- I can make this work!
- Dad, come on!

The teens grew up already.

Okay, it's very easy
to judge the parker

when you're not the one parking.

- Here we go. Kind of.
- Okay, Dad, Dad, Dad!

There. We're parked.
Let's talk about something else.

Okay, I'm going in.
Wait. What's my plan?

Um, what if I, like,
sit near them

and casually sing
a Mud Stains song?

And they'll hear me,
and they'll be like,

"Hey, we just
went to their concert."

And I'll be like, "Yeah,
I-I went to that concert, too.

I mean, basically. I wa--
I was right outside of it."

And then we'll talk all night
about how similar we all are.

But not all night.
Maybe just for a few minutes?

No, all night seems fine.

We don't want to waste
this parking spot.

Oh, my God. What if we
exchange phone numbers?

I need a phone!
All cool kids have phones.

There are plenty of cool people
who don't have phones.

Not right now
with that speech, Mom!

- O-Okay, okay.
- Uh, here. Tina, take mine.

Thank you, Dad.

Text me the menu.

- Whoa.
- Sit anywhere you like.

Okay, I'm just gonna sit here
for a sec.

And then maybe
I'll move over there.

Great. I love when customers
move around. Something to drink?

Oh. Um, no. Yes. Coffee.

Like, uh, those kids
are drinking over there?

- That's coffee, right?
- (phone buzzes)

- Yes. Good eye.
- Hello?

LINDA:
Hi, you're on speaker. How you doing?

GENE:
And heads up that your mouth's

- just hanging open.
- Oh, okay. Thanks.

And you sat at, like, the
farthest booth away from them.

TINA: Yep, yep.
Didn't quite get my legs

all the way
where I wanted to go.

And I guess
it's gonna be hard for them

to hear me singing
from way over here.

Just belt it.

No, Tina. Do-Don't do that.

People like people who sing loud
in restaurants. Ask Mom.

♪ They do...! ♪

But yeah, don't do that.

(sighs) I just got to
figure out a way to start over.

Should I go out
and come back in?

Yes. And do you know
how to cartwheel? Try that.

Tina, it's Louise. Just pretend
you have to go to the bathroom

and then sing it on the way.

But put it in words
they understand.

Tell them you got to make
a "nine inch nail."

Yeah. Some of that could work.

Okay. Here I go.

♪ Here's a riddle ♪

- LINDA: There she goes.
- GENE: Nope.

- She's sitting down again.
- BOB: She's up. She's doing it.

You're halfway. Keep going.

Nope. Legs? Remember?
What I just said? Okay.

♪ Here's a riddle, it's my ♪

♪ Middle finger ♪

♪ Is... ♪
(gasps, groans)

LOUISE:
What's she doing?

(groans) What am I doing?

Is she waiting on them?

That's not what's happening, right?

LINDA:
W-Why would she do that?

LOUISE:
It's her training kicking in.

She's like the worst
Jason Bourne.

Oh, I can't look.

Um, here you go.

Thanks. Wait. Do you work
at that burger restaurant?

Uh, yeah.

And you work here, too?
Aren't you, like, a kid?

- Uh...
- Are you sitting here now?

Customers don't usually pour
the water. Here's your coffee.

Uh, okay, um, uh, hmm.
(gasps)

- Oh, uh...
- Sorry, sorry. Uh...

Oh, geez.

- I'll get a napkin.
- Sorry.

Uh, I've got to
make a nine inch nail. Bye!

- Whoa! Hey.
- Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh.

- (grunting, panting)
- (phone buzzes)

Tina? W-We saw what happened.

I mean, your mother didn't see.
She had her eyes closed.

Uh, you doing all right?

I've got to get out of here!
I messed everything up!

And I ran into the bathroom, and
now I don't know how to leave

without walking
right by their table!

LINDA:
It's okay, honey. It's okay.

LOUISE:
Tina? It's Louise again.

We're gonna
get you out of there.

I can't pull up any schematics
of the building,

- but look around.
Do you see a window? - Yes.

It's really small. I-I don't
think I can fit through it.

GENE:
Maybe take out your bones and then try it?

Tina, it's okay.

Just get back out there
and talk to them.

Yeah.
Y-You can turn this around.

Of course you can.
Just take a deep breath

and calmly walk out there and...

Start the car!
I'm gonna make a run for it!

Tina, no!

(grunting)

Uh, money.
Uh, here-here's money.

(grunting)

(yells)

LINDA:
Tina, honey! What happened? Tina!

Oh...

So, nice to get out
and about together.

No?

Quiet in there.

She's not sobbing,
like earlier. So that's good.

Do you think Tina
needs a sock necktie?

She's probably feeling left out.
Should we go to the hamper?

Or, maybe, actually, I don't
want to wear mine anymore.

So I win?

Do you? I mean, you have
a pretty serious rash.

And I'm getting one, too.

I feel like we both lost.

And so did everyone around us.

Yes. Sorry, but yes to that.

Well, if we're quitting
at the same time,

then maybe we both win?

And we're both
strong, powerful women?

Yeah. Way to go.

Yeah, congrats, congrats.

- Oh, thank God!
- Yes, finally!

What creams do we have?

Anything in
the anti-fungal family?

Quite a few, I think.

Knock, knock.

I don't want to talk about it.

You sure?

- Yes.
- Okay.

I don't know how to walk
in boots like that!

I don't know
why they like that band!

I-I don't know
how to be like them.

It's just, I know
I'm never gonna be confi-cool.

Tina, you are confi-cool!

No, I'm not. I'm just me.

But, honey, that's the secret
to being cool.

Being who you are,
doing your own thing.

But I don't want to be who I am.
I want to be them!

I know, sweetie.

I remember that feeling,
when I was your age.

I just wish you could see
what I see.

Then you'd know how great and
cool and interesting you are.

That's the stuff you have to say
because you're my mom.

No, that's what I know
from being a teenager.

Come on, you think I never tried
to change who I was

to make the cool kids like me?

But trying to make people
think you're cool is exhausting.

And when you stop trying,
suddenly the next person

you talk to thinks
you're the best person ever.

Thanks, Mom.
Thanks for trying to help.

But... ugh.

(moans)

(dramatic piano music playing)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Okay, ketchups,
you're all married.

You can go start
your ketchup families now.

(chuckles)
Or not. No pressure.

- (doorbell jingles)
- My ketchup wants to marry a mustard.

- Please don't do that.
- Love is love!

Hi!

Hi. I'm picking up
a to-go order.

- (gasps)
- Oh! I'll get it.

- How's it going?
- Oh.

Uh, hi.

I've been in a few times.
I'm Sage, by the way.

I'm Tina. From here,

and also from falling on my face
in the Greek place.

That looked painful.

It was. And-and I thought
I broke my glasses.

But I didn't. So feeling
pretty good about that.

- I like your glasses a lot.
- Really? Thanks.

They're prescription.
For my, um, eyes.

- Makes sense.
- I like your nose ring.

Thanks. I like your barrette.

M-My barrette's prescription,
too. (chuckles)

(laughs) Same with my nose ring.
Doctor's orders.

Here you go, hon.

Thanks. Keep the change.
See you.

Bye, Sage.

Look at you, cracking jokes,
you cool little cucumber.

Ah! Holy crap! I talked to her!

We talked! We were two cool
people talking to each other!

- Ah! Ha! Yeah!
- Ow!

- All right.
- Oh!

- You're high-fiving all of us.
- Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

GENE:
I'll take it.

TINA:
So, I guess

I'm just gonna do my own thing?

I'm not quite sure
what my thing is,

but I think I like it?

Oh, God.
I'm thinking about it too much.

Forget it. Forget it.
Um, new topic.

Uh, like, um, when French people
kiss with their tongue,

do they call it "us kissing"?

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